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ice queen colorado
Sep 2000
time: 22:33
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brand new neil young..... album called Greendale
"be the rain"
save the planet for another day
"attention shoppers, buy with a conscience and save"
save the planet for another day
"save alaska! let the caribou stay"
don't care what the governments say
"they're all bought and paid for anyway"
save the planet for another day
"hey big oil, what do you say?"
we were runnin' through the night
never knowin' if we would see the light
paranoid schizophrenic visions
livin' in fear of the wrong decisions
we got to wake up
we got to keep goin'
if they follow us
there's no way of knowin'
we got a job to do
we got to
save mother earth
be the ocean when it meets the sky
"you can make a difference, if you really try"
be the magic in the northern lights
"six days....six nights"
be the river as it rolls along
"it has three eyed fish and it's smellin' strong"
be the rain you remember fallin'
"be the rain, be the rain"
yeah rain was fallin' and we're soakin' wet
hail is beatin' down on our heads
the wind is blowin' through our hair
faces frozen in the frigid air
we got to get there
alaska
we got to be there
before the big machines
we got a job to do
we got to
save mother earth
dream the hunter on the western plain
"the birds are all gone, where did they go?"
dream the fisherman in his boat
"he's comin' home empty, he's barely afloat"
dream the logger in the great northwest
"they're runnin' out of trees, they got to give it a rest"
(there's no other way to cut it)
dream the farmer in the old heartland
"corporate greed and chemicals are killin' the land"
next mornin' sun was up at dawn
she looked around and earth was gone
dark visions he had last night
he needed peace, he needed light
he heard the rumble and
he saw the big machines
the green army rose
it was a bad dream
he had a job to do
he had to
save mother earth
be the ocean when it meets the sky
"greek freighters are dumping crap somewhere right now"
be the magic in the northern lights
"the ice is melting!"
be the river as it rolls along
"toxic waste dumpin' from corporate farms"
be the rain you remember fallin'
"be the rain, be the rain"
save the planet for another day
"be the rain, be the rain"
be the river as it rolls along
"be the rain, be the rain"
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Knee deep in alien womyn...
Oct 2001
time: 14:33
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Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuthing Ta F' Wit
Wu-Tang Clan
Intro: RZA
[Tiger style]
[Tiger style] Tiger style
Yo, huh, huh
Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta **** Wit
Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta **** Wit
Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta **** Wit
There's noplace to hide once I step inside the room
Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom
BAM! Aw, MAN! I SLAM
JAM, now scream like Tarzan
Verse One: RZA
I be tossin, enforcin, my style is awesome
I'm causin more Family Feud's than Richard Dawson
And the survey said -- ya dead
Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your ****in head
MZA who was that? Aiyyo, the Wu is back
Makin niggaz go BO BO!, like on Super Cat
Me fear no-one, oh no, here come
The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum!
Verse Two: Inspectah Deck
I puts the needle to the groove, I gets rude
And I'm forced to **** it up
My style carries like a pickup truck
Across the clear blue yonder
Seek the China Sea, I slam tracks like quarterbacks sacks from L.T.
Now why try and test, the Rebel INS?
Blessed since the birth, I earth-slam your best
Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake
and eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state!
Chorus: RZA
And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta **** with
Straight from the mother****ing slums that's busted
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta **** with
Interlude: RZA
Hyah!
Step up, boy!
Represent!
Chop his head off, kid!
Verse Three: Method Man
The Meth will come out tomorrow,
Styles, is wild, berserk, bizarro
Flow, with more afro than Rollo
Comin to a fork in the road which way to go just follow
Method, the Legend, niggaz is Sleepy Hollow
In fact I'm a hard act to follow
I dealt for dolo, Bogart comin on through
Niggaz is like "Oh, my God, not you!"
Yes, I, come to get a slice of the punk and the pie
Rather do than die, check my
flava, comin from the RZA
which is short for the razor
Who make me reminisce true like Deja, Vu!
I'm rubber, niggaz is like glue
Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you
[Chorus]
[RZA]
Ahh-hah! Yeah
Representin Brooklyn Queens
Long Island, Manhattan Bronx
The Rugged Lands of Shaolin
Niggaz from Virginia, Atlanta
Our boys in Ohio
comin through with the crazy, why-oh why-oh
Yo, niggaz from The Source
My man Kelly Moon from the GAVIN
Rod Strickland, Jason ? and yeah
true, true, my nigga ? it's goin down boy
We ain't nuttin ta **** wit
The whole Texas mob, the Chicago mob
Niggaz from Detroit, ****in California squadron
comin through knahmsayin? The whole ****in West coast
to the whole East, niggaz from D.C.
Down in Maryland, all the way over there in Morgan State
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta **** wit
all over the whole ****in globe, comin through boy
Peace to the ****in Zulu Nation
Peace to all the Gods and the Earths, word is bond
Wu-Tang slang, choppin heads boy
It ain't safe no more!
Peace..
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Pax
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Digable Planets - Last Of The Spiddyocks
[Butterfly]
The season's been good like a sweet
I hang out with a gang out Flatbush with cool beats
I foun the reverberated shout was "god damn"
And questions about the methods how the Planets made jams
Wallowed through a gang of mirk in the interim
A couple of times we got jerked but still invented them
Wicked litle kick it joints that got us ghetto wheight
And also kept the jazz alive by pulling off the plates
Maybe only we was hip to stretching out the brain
I felt like Bird Parker when I shot it in my vein
I toss these major losses on a Mingus jazzy strum
Flip off into a nod and dig myself for dying young
It's like cool was the bop and the flair
I kicks it to my pools by the nap of the hair
I'm pinning Uncle Sam for the death of swinging quotes
For losing Bud Powell sliding over Dizzy's notes
Was it that the rebirth was the birth of new **** or cool ****
The jazz power shower showed the crew was sure legit
But hey presence is gone
Hank Mo's gone
They killed the coolest breeze in this land of the free
And it been like that since they lied about they flag
Like all my main man's gave their beats up for skag
So I pops it at your crew like Bu I did a lid
But I use Lee's Cooker I got my buzz around midnight
[Ladybug]
The season's been smooth like the suede
Pumas that Butter got when Butter got paid
Or better yet Dolphy's archetypes for cool dudes
Or better still 'Trane using space in afro blue
It's simple
Swing be the freakin' of the time
The spinning by the King's good for speaking of the mind
The 47 sessions gave the buzzes that I caught
They asked me was it cool blues Knowledge
{What you thought?}
I told them it was solid, dig, the licks was way out
My baby loves to kiss when Ornette just lays out
So the quotes be as such about the kits, uh
{You down with Digable Planets you is a hipster, ****}
I lay it on the cats about Monk
The logical extensions coming booming out that trunk
Assuming that the room in which you zoom's designed by your mind,
not the stars and stripes
But Red Callis booms and the rat-a-tat-tat by Max or Philly Joe
On we go
[Doodlebug]
The season's been fat like some boom
Doodlebugs math jazz fillin gup the room
When Booker jammed with Eric at the funky 5 spot
And Jimmy Cob's job was laying crashes on the top
Butter cops his lid at this little Harlem jam
The tenor bopped the middle in his shades and his tam
I'm digging how these dudes made my buzz a little hipper
And angles on the mood really couldn't get no blacker
I'm sinking deep to the slickness of the horn
I'm thinking take the hipness and just lay it in my form
So when the hoodlums flood waiting for another anthem
I say it's in the blood 'cause it ain't nothing but rhythm
And rhythm goes on and on to the break of moon baby
The dads is gone but the youth still come lovely
The sickness towards the world when Sam caused the blues
But hipness takes a swirl in jams by my crew
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Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
Jul 2002
time: 22:33
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This thread needs revival, double-header style:
Let's Make The Water Turn Black (Frank Zappa)
Now believe me when I tell you that my song is really true
I want everyone to listen and believe
It's about some little people from a long time ago
And all the things the neighbors didn't know
Early in the morning Daddy Dinky went to work
Selling lamps & chairs to San Ber'dino squares
And I still remember Mama with her apron & her pad
Feeding all the boys at Ed's Cafe!
Whizzing & pasting & pooting through the day . . .
(Ronnie helping Kenny helping burn his poots away!)
And all the while on a shelf in the shed:
KENNY'S LITTLE CREATURES ON DISPLAY!
Ronnie saves his numies on a window in his room
(A marvel to be seen: dysentery green)
While Kenny & his buddies had a game out in the back:
LET'S MAKE THE WATER TURN BLACK
We see them after school in a world of their own
(To some it might seem creepy what they do . . . )
The neighbors on the right sat & watched them every night
(I bet you'd do the same if they was you)
Whizzing & pasting & pooting through the day . . .
(Ronnie helping Kenny helping burn his poots away!)
And all the while on a shelf in the shed:
KENNY'S LITTLE CREATURES ON DISPLAY!
Ronnie's in the Army now & Kenny's taking pills
Oh! How they yearn to see a bomber burn!
Color flashing, thunder crashing, dynamite machine!
(Wait till the fire turns green . . . wait till the fire turns green)
WAIT TILL THE FIRE TURNS GREEN!
This would be a little bit of vocal teen-age heaven, right here on Earth!
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Your Beauty Must Be Rubbing Off (Hawksley Workman)
look at those buggers who are looting the crash site
taking the ring off your sweet little finger
that i gave to you, when we got married
you're under water now, you're getting back to where you came from
no stealing of your beauty that could naturally flow
from the center of all that you are, all that you are
your beauty must be rubbing off
your beauty must be rubbing off on me
if we had children they'd be lovely and beautiful
and posses a peace and strength and a depth in their eyes
and a soundless in heart, even as they cry
and we as lovers bloom like lilies in midnight
to taste our bellies before god
we are witness to currents we cannot control, cannot control
your beauty must be rubbing off
your beauty must be rubbing off on me
your beauty must be rubbing off
your beauty must be rubbing off on me
it's all the faces that you never have, or that you never had
to the shivers you couldn't shake the planes
you didn't make the hooks that didn't take off at night
in your window as you fight with the curtains
to cover up your nakedness from the neighbour's gaze such a sweet display
of nothingness of everything of nevermind
these thing are fine the sweet tooth sunsets forgets tonight
cacaphony, cacaphoney
so let me say that you look lovely in all of this
and let me say that the death that i fear
could in part be a fear that i'd lose you, you're just as i found you
your beauty must be rubbing off
your beauty must be rubbing off on me
your beauty must be rubbing off
your beauty must be rubbing off on me
don't be a stranger to the danger that is kissing you
your beauty must be rubbing off
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of The Cooler
Sep 1999
time: 23:33
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The Warrior
Scandal (Patty Smyth)
You run, run...run away
It's your heart...that you betray
Feeding on...your hungry eyes
I bet you're not so civilized
Well, isn't love..primitive
A wild gift...that you wanna give
Break out of captivity
And follow me, stereo jungle child
Love is the kill.....your heart's still wild
Chorus:
Shootin' at the walls of heartache, bang, bang, I am the warrior
Well I am the warrior, and heart to heart you'll win..if you survive
the warrior....the warrior
You talk, talk, you talk to me
Your eyes touch me physically
Stay with me, we'll take the night
As passion takes another bite
Who's the hunter...who's the game?
I feel the beat...call your name
I hold you close...in victory
Idon't wanna tame your animal style..
you won't be caged...in the call of the wild....
Repeat Chorus
Shootin' at the walls of heartache (shootin' at the walls of heartache)
The warrior.....
I am the warrior, and heart to heart you'll win...if you survive
The warrior...the warrior
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SlowwHand
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of The Cooler
Sep 1999
time: 23:33
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Mr. Bojangles
Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you
In worn out shoes
With silver hair, a ragged shirt, and baggy pants
The old soft shoe
He jumped so high, jumped so high
Then he lightly touched down
I met him in a cell in New Orleans I was
down and out
He looked to me to be the eyes of age
as he spoke right out
He talked of life, talked of life, he laughed
clicked his heels and stepped
He said his name "Bojangles" and he danced a lick
across the cell
He grabbed his pants and spread his stance,
Oh he jumped so high and then he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh, let go a laugh
and shook back his clothes all around
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance
He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs
throughout the south
He spoke through tears of 15 years how his dog and him
traveled about
The dog up and died, he up and died
And after 20 years he still grieves
He said I dance now at every chance in honky tonks
for drinks and tips
But most the time I spend behind these county bars
'cause I drinks a bit
He shook his head, and as he shook his head
I heard someone ask him please
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance..
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SlowwHand
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of The Cooler
Sep 1999
time: 23:33
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Do Ya
Electric Light Orchestra
In this life I’ve seen everything I can see woman,
I’ve seen lovers flying through the air hand in hand
I’ve seen babies dancing in the midnight sun,
And I’ve seen dreams that came from the heavenly skies above
I’ve seen old men crying at their own grave sides
And I’ve seen pigs all sitting watching, picture slides
But I never seen nothing like you.
Chorus:
Do ya do ya want my love
Do ya do ya want my face
Do ya do ya want my mind
Do ya do ya want my love
Well I, heard the crowd singin’ out of tune,
As they, sat and sang Auld Lang Syne by the light of the moon
I heard the preachers bangin’ on the drums,
And I heard the police playin’ with their guns
But I never heard nothin’ like you.
In the country where the sky touches down
On the field, she lay her down to rest
In the morning sun,
They come a’runnin’ just to get a look, just to
Feel to touch her long black hair they don’t give a damn
Chorus
Well I think you know what I’m trying to say woman,
That is I’d like to save you for a rainy day,
I’ve seen enough of the world to know,
That I’ve got to get it all to get it all to grow.
Chorus
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Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
Jul 2002
time: 22:33
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Bullets (Hawksley Workman)
(you are every bit a soldier
i won't forget you too soon)
you've got
pies in the oven
all across the sea
i'm just here fighting for our liberty
that and a cold glass of beer
yeah that's why i'm here
and stealin' coins is not really stealin'
when i'm with these boys
no we don't share feelings
but we sure make noise
crashing on enemy walls
we crash till it falls
and if i fall and taste the ground,
and you hear that fire bell sound
don't fear
it's just the bullets
bouncing off my helmet
don't fear
don't fear
it's just the bullets
bouncing off my helmet
don't fear
kindly
keep this between you and me baby
don't tell the papers just what i said
no just let them figure it out
what's in my head
on ships at bay
i tattooed an anchor right beside your name
an anchor so sure that i won't float away
it's under my uniform sleeve
it's there till i leave
and if i fall and taste the ground
and you hear that fire bell sound
well don't fear it's just the bullets
bouncing off my helmet
don't fear
don't fear
it's just the bullets
bouncing off my helmet
don't fear
don't fear
don't fear
it's just the bullets
bouncing off my helmet
don't fear
don't fear
it's just the bullets
bouncing off my helmet
don't fear
don't fear(don't fear)
it's just the bullets
bouncing off my helmet (it's just a bullet just a bullet that you hear)
don't fear
don't fear (don't fear)
it's just the bullets
boncing off my helmet (it's just a bullet just a bullet that you hear)
don't fear
don't fear
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listening too long to one song
Mar 2002
time: 00:33
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Woody Guthrie
Do Re Mi
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day,
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line.
'Cross the desert sands they roll, gettin' out of that old dust bowl,
They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find --
Now, the police at the port of entry say,
"You're number fourteen thousand for today."
Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi, folks, you ain't got the do re mi,
Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see;
But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot
If you ain't got the do re mi.
You want to buy you a home or a farm, that can't deal nobody harm,
Or take your vacation by the mountains or sea.
Don't swap your old cow for a car, you better stay right where you are,
Better take this little tip from me.
'Cause I look through the want ads every day
But the headlines on the papers always say:
If you ain't got the do re mi, boys, you ain't got the do re mi,
Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see;
But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot
If you ain't got the do re mi.
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listening too long to one song
Mar 2002
time: 00:33
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Two from Wilco's latest album, A Ghost is Born
Theologians
Theologians
They don't know nothing
About my soul
About my soul
I'm an ocean
An abyss in motion
Slow motion
Slow motion
Inlitterati lumen fidei
God is with us everyday
That illiterate light
Is with us every night
Theologians
That don't know nothing
About my soul
Oh they don't know
They thin my heart with little things
And my life with change
Oh in so many ways
I find more missing every day
Theologians
I'm going away
Where you will look for me
Where I'm going you cannot come
No one's ever gonna take my life from me
I lay it down
A ghost is born
A ghost is born
A ghost is born
I'm an ocean
I'm all emotion
I'm a cherry ghost
Cherry ghost
Hey I'm a cherry ghost
A cherry ghost
Late Greats
The greatest lost track of all time:
The Late Greats' "Turpentine"
You can't hear it on the radio
You can't hear it anywhere you go
The best band will never get signed
K-Settes starring Butcher's Blind
Are so good, you won't ever know
They never even played a show
You can't hear 'em on the radio
The greatest singer in rock and roll
Would have to be Romeo
His vocal chords are made of gold
He just looks a little too old
The greatest lost track of all time:
The Late Greats' "Turpentine"
I can't hear it on the radio
I don't hear it anywhere I go
The best song will never get sung
The best life never leaves your lungs
So good, you won't ever know
I never hear it on the radio
Can't hear it on the radio
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of The Cooler
Sep 1999
time: 23:33
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Is there a "sob like a little French school girl" smiley? 
Poker
Electric Light Orchestra
Away, the jokers's closing in,
Reform and they will win,
The light is fading fast.
I know, you know, they know, we all know,
Everybody's gonna burn down.
The girls come crawling on all fours,
Banging on locked doors,
High cards call the tune.
I know, you know, they know, we all know,
Everybody's gonna burn down.
Play me another hand,
Loose everything I am,
Until we meet again.
The ace, that's hiding up your sleeve,
Will cause the world to grieve,
The love you had is gone,
I know you know, they know, we all know.
The dream, in every player's heart,
To win it all not part,
They lie awake at night,
I know, you know, they know, we all know.
The game, where gamblers rule the night,
And get your blood they might,
The joker's closin' in,
I know, you know, they know, we all know.
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Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
Jul 2002
time: 22:33
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You won't die yet, thread! Not on my watch!
Soft-Hearted Hana (George Harrison)
I ate it and at once my eyes could see you
No sooner had I ooped it down
I felt so far off from the ground I stood on.
My legs they seemed to me like high-rise buildings
My head was high up in the sky
My skin the sun began to fry like bacon.
And then somebody old appeared and asked had I come far . . .
And hadn't they just seen me up on Haleakala . . .
I kept on body surfing to pretend I hadn't heard
There was someone there beside me, swimming like Richard III
And I'm still smiling
Seven naked native girls swam seven sacred pools . . .
Lone-ranger smoking doobies said you're breaking all the rules . . .
You'd better get your clothes on or else there'll be a row . . .
If it wasn't for my sunstroke I would take you on right now . . .
And I'm still smiling.
I fell in love with my Soft-Hearted Hana
She entered right in through my heart
And now although we're miles apart
I still feel her.
She lives beneath the crater in the meadow
She moves among the fruit and grain
You can meet her after heavy rain has fallen.
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SlowwHand
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of The Cooler
Sep 1999
time: 23:33
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We Didn’t Start The Fire
Billy Joel
Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnny Ray
South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio
Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, Television
North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe
Rosenbergs, H Bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom
Brando, The King And I, and The Catcher In The Rye
Eisenhower, Vaccine, England's got a new queen
Maciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it
Joseph Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev
Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc
Roy Cohn, Juan Peron, Toscanini, Dancron
Dien Bien Phu Falls, Rock Around the Clock
Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn's got a winning team
Davy Crockett, Peter Pan, Elvis Presley, Disneyland
Bardot, Budapest, Alabama, Khrushchev
Princess Grace, Peyton Place, Trouble in the Suez
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it
Little Rock, Pasternak, Mickey Mantle, Kerouac
Sputnik, Chou En-Lai, Bridge On The River Kwai
Lebanon, Charles de Gaulle, California baseball
Starkwether, Homicide, Children of Thalidomide
Buddy Holly, Ben Hur, Space Monkey, Mafia
Hula Hoops, Castro, Edsel is a no-go
U2, Syngman Rhee, payola and Kennedy
Chubby Checker, Psycho, Belgians in the Congo
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it
Hemingway, Eichman, Stranger in a Strange Land
Dylan, Berlin, Bay of Pigs invasion
Lawrence of Arabia, British Beatlemania
Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston beats Patterson
Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British Politician sex
J.F.K. blown away, what else do I have to say
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it
Birth control, Ho Chi Minh, Richard Nixon back again
Moonshot, Woodstock, Watergate, punk rock
Begin, Reagan, Palestine, Terror on the airline
Ayatollah's in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan
Wheel of Fortune, Sally Ride, heavy metal, suicide
Foreign debts, homeless Vets, AIDS, Crack, Bernie Goetz
Hypodermics on the shores, China's under martial law
Rock and Roller cola wars, I can't take it anymore
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it
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Dixie
Oct 2000
time: 23:33
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Evanescence
My Immortal
I'm so tired of being here.
Suppressed by all my childhood fears.
And if you have to leave,
I wish that you would just leave.
Cause your presence still lingers here,
and it won't leave me alone.
These wounds won't seem to heal,
this pain is just too real,
there's just too much that time cannot erase.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears.
I held your hand through all of these years.
But you still have...
All of me.
You used to captivate me by your resonating mind,
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind.
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice has chased away all the sanity in me.
These wounds won't seem to heal,
this pain is just too real,
there's just too much that time cannot erase.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears.
I held your hand through all of these years.
But you still have...
All of me.
I tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone.
But though you're still with me,
I've been alone all along.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears.
I held your hand through all of these years.
But you still have...
All of me.
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Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
Jul 2002
time: 22:33
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Meet Me In The Morning (Bob Dylan)
Meet me in the morning, 56th and Wabasha
Meet me in the morning, 56th and Wabasha
Honey, we could be in Kansas
By time the snow begins to thaw.
They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn
They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn
But you wouldn't know it by me
Every day's been darkness since you been gone.
Little rooster crowin', there must be something on his mind
Little rooster crowin', there must be something on his mind
Well, I feel just like that rooster
Honey, ya treat me so unkind.
The birds are flyin' low babe, honey I feel so exposed
Well, the birds are flyin' low babe, honey I feel so exposed
Well now, I ain't got any matches
And the station doors are closed.
Well, I struggled through barbed wire, felt the hail fall from above
Well, I struggled through barbed wire, felt the hail fall from above
Well, you know I even outran the hound dogs
Honey, you know I've earned your love.
Look at the sun sinkin' like a ship
Look at the sun sinkin' like a ship
Ain't that just like my heart, babe
When you kissed my lips?
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Sprayber
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Dixie
Oct 2000
time: 23:33
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Ode To Oren Ishii
RZA
Ay yo,
I wanna dedicate this song right here to Oren Ishii
Half Chinese, half Japanisie, half American, and yo
Oh what a species
A figure of perfection
She got the sinister cat eyes
And little freckles on her complexion
Chief of the Yakusa
But she's wicked like Medusa
And she got Crazy 88 killers
That'd slice right through ya
Quick to chop a head off
Then wipe the blood off
A long-range sniper shot she busts
Never let a dud off
You got a minute to pray
And a second to die
You could see the image of the devil reflectin inside her eye
But since she was a little girl, yo
She never would cry
She seen so much tragedy
Let me explain to you why
She grew up on a military base
Where she had to face
The brutality of her mother and her father being erased
The blood dried from her teardrops on her cheek
You seen the smear spots
She sat, only watched
As the shogun sliced through her dear pops
Through his thick skull
Ya she's vicious, like a pit bull
And when it comes to hatred and revenge
She got a sh!t full
Revenge is the fire that burns inside your soul
Ay yo, she been bustin up knee caps son
Since the age of 11
But f**kin her enemy to death
That was her favorite weapon
And in death you paid in hell
Boy it can't be paid in heaven
You better get down on your knees son
And start prayin to the reverend
Bon Appetite
Boy revenge is so sweet
Especially when it's served on a cold dish
But she has no wish
But to cut yo day short
Like the winter solstice
And the chance to receive a slight bit of mercy from her was hopeless
Oren Ishii
Half Chinese, half Japanisie, half American
Oh, what a species
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Sprayber
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Dixie
Oct 2000
time: 23:33
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Nancy Sinatra
Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.
Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"
Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down.
Music played, and people sang
Just for me, the church bells rang.
Now he's gone, I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie.
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down...
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SlowwHand
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of The Cooler
Sep 1999
time: 23:33
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Boy Blue
Electric Light Orchestra
Hey Boy Blue, can't you hear all the noise, it's for you.
All the town's waiting there, let us go.
There's a show like you ain't seen before.
Welcome home, where you been all these years, look around.
All the crowd is in tears,
It's so good to see you in the streets of your town
CHORUS
Hey Boy Blue is back.
Hey Boy Blue is back.
Hey Boy Blue is back.
Hey Boy Blue is back.
Hey Boy Blue is back.
Hey Boy Blue is back.
I've seen bold knights, dropping down like flies,
I've seen kings, rolling in the mire,
I've seen God, point the finger of doom to our foes.
I have fought in the holiest wars,
I have smashed, some of the holiest jaws.
I've been jailed, been impaled, and been dragged through the world.
One thing, I have learned through these years,
Is that no man, should be stricken with fear.
It should be that he walks with no care in the world.
So my friends, who are gathered today,
Hear this clear, for I'll not further say.
That no man, shall cause me to take up arms again.
Hey Boy Blue is back.
Hey Boy Blue is back.
Hey Boy Blue is back.
Hey Boy Blue is back.
Hey Boy Blue is back.
Hey Boy Blue is back.
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Bereta_Eder
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Erotikon
Mitsias
With an indian boat you leave and you wander around
The hours the rain wildens
In the land of the visigoths you sail
And hanging gardens win you over
But your feathers you slowlysaw off
Saltlayer covered your naked body
I brought you from Delphi sweet water
In two you said your life will be cut
And before I reach thrice to deny you
The heaven's key rusted
The caravan runs through the dust
And chases your crazy shadow
How can the mind calm with a sheet
How could the Mediterenian be chained with ropes
My love who they called Antigone
Which night-ode has your light taken
Here's Atika, brain dump
And I a cheap shooting range
In which they practise, swearing, foreign soldiers
Which night-ode has your light taken
Here's Atika, brain dump
And I a cheap shooting range
In which they practise, swearing, foreign soldiers
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