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One by one, the answers come rung by rung toward the sun
Fire on the mountaintop and blood in the snow,
Chased from his ancient home, the white crane has flown
They've come for your livestock and they've come for your land
They've come to chop your forests with the labor of your hands
A land in isolation on the roof of the world,
a pawn in the greater game
Wrenched into the modern age by the bullet and the blade
New roads and new factories, such progress you have made
Line by line the poets rhyme, in a quiet mind the light will shine
There's no surrender in my heart
There's no surrender in my song
There's no surrender in my faith
There's no surrender
Flowers on the Lhasa Road
Flowers on the Lhasa Road
Flowers on the Lhasa Road
Flowers on the Lhasa Road
They've taken all your wise men,
they have made you kill your own
They came to liberate you from your families and your homes
They've forbidden your religion, they have levelled your shrines
Through re-education they have cleansed your brainwashed minds
We most favored nations, we partners in crime,
to the mighty go the spoils
and so it always has been, and so ever shall it be
Another culture conquered in the name of liberty
Brutal are the means of oppression,
power grows from the mouth of a gun
The flower bows its head in the darkness
Bathed in the light of compassion, the dawn will come
Say a prayer for the dead and the tortured
raise your voice for the raped and the wronged
The spirit lives though the flesh may be broken
there is no surrender when all you believe lives on
There's no surrender in my heart
There's no surrender in my song
There's no surrender in my faith
There's no surrender
Flowers on the Lhasa Road
Flowers on the Lhasa Road
Flowers on the Lhasa Road
Flowers on the Lhasa Road
We'll grow Flowers on the Lhasa Road...
Toll the bell, beat the drum so the people will know
Your prison walls cannot kill the light,
through the cracks the flowers will grow
There's no surrender
There's no surrender
There's no surrender
THERE'S NO SURRENDER!
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WRW
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Madrid
Aug 2002 time: 06:25
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WISH YOU WERE HERE - PINK FLOYD
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war
for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here
OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY - LED ZEPPELIN
Hey lady you got the love I need.
Maybe more than enough.
Darling walk a while with me.
YouÚFFFF92ve got so much.
Many times I loved,
Many times been bitten.
Many times I've gazed,
Along the open road.
Many times I've lied,
Many times I've listened.
Many times I've wondered,
How much there is to know.
Many dreams come true,
And some have silver linings.
I live for my dream,
And a pocketful of gold.
Mellow is the man,
Who knows what he's been missing.
Many many men,
Can't see the open road.
Many is a word,
That only leaves you guessing.
Guessing about a thing,
You really ought to know.
I AM THE WALRUS - THE BEATLES
I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together
See how they run like pigs from a gun see how they fly
I'm crying
Sitting on a cornflake waiting for the van to come
Corporation teeshirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man you been a naughty boy
You let your face grow long
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob
Mister City Policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky, see how they run
I'm crying, I'm crying
I'm crying, I'm crying
Yellow matter custard dripping from a dead dog's eye
Crabalocker fishwife pornographic priestess
Boy you been a naughty girl
You let your knickers down
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob
Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun
If the sun don't come, you get a tan from
Standing in the English rain
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob goo goo goo goo joob
Expert textpert choking smokers don't you thing
The joker laughs at you? Ha ha ha!
See how they smile, like pigs in a sty
See how they snied
I'm crying
Semolina pilchard climbing up the Eiffel Tower
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna man
You should have seen them kicking Edgar Alan Poe
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob goo goo goo joob
Goo goo gooooooooooo jooooob
CALLE MELANCOLIA - JOAQUIN SABINA
Como quien viaja a lomos de una yegua sombría,
por la ciudad camino, no preguntes adónde.
Busco acaso un encuentro que me ilumine el día,
y no hallo más que puertas que niegan lo que esconden. Las
chimeneas vierten su vómito de humo
a un cielo cada vez más lejano y más alto.
Por las paredes ocres se desparrama el zumo
de una fruta de sangre crecida en el asfalto. Ya
el campo estará verde, debe ser Primavera,
cruza por mi mirada un tren interminable,
el barrio donde habito no es ninguna pradera,
desolado paisaje de antenas y de cables. Vivo
en el número siete, calle Melancolía.
Quiero mudarme hace años al barrio de la alegría.
Pero siempre que lo intento ha salido ya el tranvía
y en la escalera me siento a silbar mi melodía.
Como quien viaja a bordo de un barco enloquecido,
que viene de la noche y va a ninguna parte,
así mis pies descienden la cuesta del olvido,
fatigados de tanto andar sin encontrarte. Luego,
de vuelta a casa, enciendo un cigarrillo,
ordeno mis papeles, resuelvo un crucigrama;
me enfado con las sombras que pueblan los pasillos
y me abrazo a la ausencia que dejas en mi cama. Trepo
por tu recuerdo como una enredadera
que no encuentra ventanas donde agarrarse, soy
esa absurda epidemia que sufren las aceras,
si quieres encontrarme, ya sabes dónde estoy. Vivo
en el número siete, calle Melancolía.
Quiero mudarme hace años al barrio de la alegría.
Pero siempre que lo intento ha salido ya el tranvía
y en la escalera me siento a silbar mi melodía.
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of The Cooler
Sep 1999 time: 23:25
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All Along The Watch Tower
Jimi Hendrix
"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."
"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."
All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl
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first circle of the inferno
Jul 2001 time: 05:25
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Humdrum and Humble by Tears for fears
Mistress of the mind
Take me where the air is clean
Ignorance is kind
Emerald and evergreen
30 days September, year of miracle and grief
Through the haze, Remember
You're an animal, not a mineral
And we won the war, lost the battle
Lost the war, won the battle
Won the war, lost the battle
Lost the war
All for the love of the humdrum and humble
Colour for the colourblind
All for the love of the humdrum and humble
Through the human eye
Nature a soul extreme
Nothing seems to die
Pictures in a magazine
Through the maze, precisely
Through the myriad of schemes
With your gaze, entice me
Like an animal, not a mineral
And we won the war, lost the battle
Lost the war, won the battle
Won the war, lost the battle
Lost the war
All for the love of the humdrum and humble
Colour for the colourblind
All for the love of the humdrum and humble
Through the maze, precisely
Through the myriad of schemes
With your gaze, entice me
Like an animal, not a mineral
And we won the war, lost the battle
Lost the war, won the battle
Won the war, lost the battle
Lost the war
All for the love of the humdrum and humble
Colour for the colourblind
All for the love of the humdrum and humble
Rubishing the phillistines
All for the love of the humdrum and humble
Cthulhu Dawn by Cradle of Filth
Spatter the stars
Douse their luminosity
With our amniotic retch
Promulgating the birth
Of another Hell on Earth
Shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh
A necrotic cattle brand
The hissing downfall pentagram
Carven deep upon the church doors of the damned
But no Passover is planned
A great renewal growls at hand
And only when they're running
Will they come to understand...
So ends the pitiful reign of Man
When the moon exhales
Behind a veil
Of widowhood and clouds
On a Biblical scale
We raise the stakes
To silhouette the impaled
Crowds...
Within this kissed disembowel arena
A broken seal on an ancient curse
Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach
With lightning reach and genocidal thirst
Mountains of archaos theories
In collision as at planetary dawn
Apocalypse's razorbacks
Beat wings on glass as thunder cracks
Unfurled across a world hurled to the black
Cthulhu dawn
Shatter the glass house
Wherein spirits breathe out
Halitosis of the soul
From a recking abscess
Plague of far righteousness
All fates hang in the balance
Mocking crucified dolls
An inquisition outs
When the Sun goes out our powers
Will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel
As they have for countless lustrum
In dark Midian accustoned
To burning effigies of our enemies well
So begins the sibilant world Death knell...
When a corpse wind howls
And awakes from drowse
The scheming dead freed
Of gossamer shrouds
We gorgonise eyes
Of the storm aroused
Red...
Blinding time
All lines dine on this instance
A melting spool of beggar, negative frames
The skies teem alive, to watch die
Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves...
Cthulhu dawn
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Montgomery County, MD
Apr 2000 time: 00:25
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Nas - I Can
[Kids]
I know I can (I know I can)
Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be)
If I work hard at it (If I work hard it)
I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)
[Nas]
Be, B-Boys and girls, listen up
You can be anything in the world, in God we trust
An architect, doctor, maybe an actress
But nothing comes easy it takes much practice
Like, I met a woman who's becoming a star
She was very beautiful, leaving people in awe
Singing songs, Lina Horn, but the younger version
Hung with the wrong person
Gotta astrung when I heard when
Cocaine, sniffing up drugs, all in her nose
Coulda died, so young, no looks ugly and old
No fun cause when she reaches for hugs people hold they breath
Cause she smells of corrosion and death
Watch the company you keep and the crowd you bring
Cause they came to do drugs and you came to sing
So if you gonna be the best, I'ma tell you how
[Chorus - 2x (Nas and Kids)]
I know I can (I know I can)
Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be)
If I work hard at it (If I work hard it)
I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)
[Nas]
Be, B-Boys and girls, listen again
This is for grown looking girls who's only ten
The ones who watch videos and do what they see
As cute as can be, up in the club with fake ID
Careful, 'fore you meet a man with HIV
You can host the TV like Oprah Winfrey
Whatever you decide, be careful, some men be
Rapists, so act your age, don't pretend to be
Older than you are, give yourself time to grow
You thinking he can give you wealth, but so
Young boys, you can use a lot of help, you know
You thinkin life's all about smokin weed and ice
You don't wanna be my age and can't read and right
Begging different women for a place to sleep at night
Smart boys turn to men and do whatever they wish
If you believe you can achieve, then say it like this
[Chorus]
Save the music y'all, save the music y'all
Save the music y'all, save the music y'all
Save the music
[Nas]
Be, be, 'fore we came to this country
We were kings and queens, never porch monkeys
It was empires in Africa called Kush
Timbuktu, where every race came to get books
To learn from black teachers who taught Greeks and Romans
Asian Arabs and gave them gold when
Gold was converted to money it all changed
Money then became empowerment for Europeans
The Persian military invaded
They learned about the gold, the teachings and everything sacred
Africa was almost robbed naked
Slavery was money, so they began making slave ships
Egypt was the place that Alexander the Great went
He was so shocked at the mountains with black faces
Shot up they nose to impose what basically
Still goes on today, you see?
If the truth is told, the youth can grow
They learn to survive until they gain control
Nobody says you have to be gangstas, hoes
Read more learn more, change the globe
Ghetto children, do your thing
Hold your head up, little man, you're a king
young princess when you get your wedding ring,
Your man is saying 'She's my queen'
[Chorus]
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Austin, Texas, USA
Oct 1999 time: 23:25
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We've Got A Bigger Problem Now
Dead Kennedys
Last call for alcohol.
Last call for your freedom of speech.
Drink up. Happy hour is now enforced by law.
Don't forget our house special, it's called a Trickie Dickie Screwdriver.
It's got one part Jack Daniels, two parts purple Kool-Aid,
and a jigger of formaldehyde
from the jar with Hitler's brain in it we got in the back storeroom.
Happy trails to you. Happy trails to you.
I am Emperor Ronald Reagan
Born again with fascist cravings
Still, you made me president
Human rights will soon go 'way
I am now your Shah today
Now I command all of you
Now you're going to pray in school
I'll make sure they're Christian too
California Uber alles
Uber alles California
Ku Klux Klan will control you
Still you think it's natural
Nigger knockin' for the master race
Still you wear the happy face
You closed your eyes, can't happen here
Alexander Haig is near
Vietnam won't come back you say
Join the army or you will pay
California Uber alles
Uber alles California
Yeah, that's it. Just relax.
Have another drink, few more pretzels, little more MSG.
Turn on those Dallas Cowboys on your TV.
Lock your doors. Close your mind.
It's time for the two-minute warning.
Welcome to 1984
Are you ready for the third world war?!?
You too will meet the secret police
They'll draft you and they'll jail your niece
You'll go quitely to boot camp
They'll shoot you dead, make you a man
Don't you worry, it's for a cause
Feeding global corporations' claws
Die on our brand new poison gas
El Salvador or Afghanistan
Making money for President Reagan
And all the friends of President Reagan
California Uber alles
Uber alles California
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Austin, Texas, USA
Oct 1999 time: 23:25
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Subvert City
Subhumans
And it all went quiet in the city
And the wind blew down the road
Someone cried out "Subvert"
And the people all went cold
Subvert, subvert, subvert, SUBVERT
And it all went quiet in the city
And the wind blew down the road
Someone cried out "Subvert"
And the people all went cold
Subvert, subvert, subvert, SUBVERT
Meanwhile back in Subvert City
Someone's writing on the wall
'**** the government' spray-paint hero
Someone wants the state to fall
Religious dogma crucified
Ritual slaughter, no one lied
Living standards were dying morals
A state-controlled mass suicide
And it all went quiet in the city
And the wind blew down the road
Someone cried out "Subvert"
And the people all went cold
Subvert, subvert, subvert, SUBVERT
The dying breed of Subvert City
Crept into the underground
The state police just left them there
Blocked the holes, and gassed them down
Ten years later they emerged
Mutated minds so full of hate
Tried again to change the system
But this time round it was too late
There was no system left to change
The people ran the entire land
The subverts became politicians
And finally got the upper hand
Meanwhile back in Subvert City
Someone's writing on the wall
'**** the government' spray-paint hero
But in Subvert City, it's subvert rule
Subvert, subvert, subvert rule
Subvert, subvert, subvert rule
Subvert, subvert, subvert rule
Subvert, subvert, subvert rule
Subvert, subvert, subvert rule
Subvert, subvert, subvert rule
Subvert, subvert, subvert, subvert
Subvert, subvert, subvert, SUBVERT
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Clear Skies
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looking for a saviour in these dirty streets
Jul 2000 time: 05:25
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Police - Every Breath You Take
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I'll be watchin' you
Every single day and every word you say
Every game you play, every night you stay
I'll be watchin' you
Oh, can't you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every step you take
Every move you make and every vow you break
Every smile you fake, every claim you stake
I'll be watchin' you
Since you've gone I been lost without a trace
I dream at night, I can only see your face
I look around but it's you I can't replace
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
I keep cryin', baby, baby, please
Oh, can't you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every step you take
Every move you make and every vow you break
Every smile you fake, every claim you stake
I'll be watchin' you
Every move you make, every step you take
I'll be watchin' you
I'll be watchin' you
(every breath you take, every move you make,
every bond you break, every step you take)
I'll be watchin' you
(every single day, every word you say,
every game you play, every night you stay)
I'll be watchin' you
(every move you make, every vow you break,
every smile you fake, every claim you stake)
I'll be watchin' you
(every single day, every word you say,
every game you play, every night you stay)
I'll be watchin' you
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first circle of the inferno
Jul 2001 time: 05:25
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I'll Kiss you by Cyndi Lauper
Went down to the local gypsy
And I handed her the same line--
'You know what I want from you
So honey won't ya gimme #9'
Cause you know lately I ain't feelin so great--
Last time she gave me love potion #8
And you know pretty baby how I think you're pretty smart
But one sip from this bottle and I'll tear you all apart--
The gypsy told me that the first thing
That would happen you get dizzy
Second thing you better make sure
That your boyfriend isn't busy
Cause you won't wanna eat
And you won't wanna drink
You won't wanna talk
And you won't wanna think
My mother used to tell me not to kiss on this first date
This time when I see you, you know I ain't gonna wait!
I'll Kiss you
Gonna corner you and not let you go
I'll Kiss you
Don't tell me nothing--I--I--don't wanna know
And twidely--dee--and twidely--dum
I'll Kiss you, I'll Kiss you, I'll Kiss you
Hopped into a taxi, and I told the driver
Got to get me cross town
Killed the bottle, started seeing double
When the driver turned around
And though I was a failure with love potion #8
#9 was different and the hour's getting late
Now I'm standing on the corner
Everyone looks great to me
And if you come and get me take me where I want to be--
I'll Kiss you...
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Big Up The Macedonian Massive
Apr 2000 time: 05:25
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lonestar you heard the erasure version of that?
anyway, i (finally) brought paul oakenfold's album, bunkka yesterday, it absolutely rocks here's my favorites from it.
oakenfold feat. carla werner - southern sun
piece by piece
I release
once was mine
now undone
turned blue like New Orleans
and went down like
a southern sun
I still feel you
beneath my skin
I am tempted
to throw my senses in
'cos its easier to fly
than to face another night in southern sun
and your love is all around
in the air to set me free
set me free
you last like a song
I'm deflated
I am pieces on the wind
unrelated
I still feel you
beneath my skin
I am tempted
to throw my senses in
'cos its easier to fly
than to face another night in southern sun
and your love is all around
in the air to set me free
set me free
'cos its easier to fly
set me free
piece by piece
I release
once was mine
now undone
turned blue like New Orleans
and went down like
a southern sun
I still feel you
beneath my skin
I am tempted
to throw my senses in
'cos its easier to fly
than to face another night in southern sun
and your love is all around
******
oakenfold feat. emiliana torrini - hold your hand
Maybe I find it hard
Watching you live
Maybe I find the truth
Questions I can’t bare
Feeling so tired
I’m wondering where
Selfish love inspires
Are you there to hold my hand
Saving me who I spy
Maybe you are the rain
Who makes my eyes closed
Ocean’s grey and grey
Feeling my despair
Your happy smile is broken
I’m wondering there
Selfish love has spoken
Are you here to hold
Are you there to hold my hand
Selfish love has spoken
Saving me who I spy
Are you here to hold
Are you there to hold my hand
Selfish love has spoken
Saving me who I spy
Are you here to hold
Are you there to hold my hand
Selfish love has spoken
Saving me who I spy
*****
been listening to this loads for some reason
chemical brothers feat. richard ashcroft - the test
Ohhhhhhh
Can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?
Yeeeeeah
Am I coming through?
Am I coming through?
Is it sweet and pure and true?
The Devil came by this morning
Said he had something to show me
I was looking like I'd never seen her face before
Here we go now let's slide in through the open door
Pictures and things that I done before
Circling around out here on the floor
I'm dreamin’ this and I'm dreamin' that
Regretting nothin' think about that
I'm seeing waves breaking forms on my horizons
Yeah I'm shining
I'm seeing waves breaking forms on my horizons
Lord I'm shining
Oh are you hearing me like I'm hearing you
Oh are you hearing me like I'm hearing you
You know I almost lost my mind
I can't explain where I've been
You know I almost lost my mind
I can't explain where I've been
You know I almost lost my mind
I couldn't explain what I've seen
Im happy now to have seen it
To find that the images are fading away
I'm seeing waves breaking forms on my horizons
Yeah I'm shining
I'm seeing waves breaking forms on my horizons
Lord I'm shining
Oh are you hearing me like I'm hearing you
Oh are you hearing me like I'm hearing you
You know I almost lost my mind
I can't explain where I've been
You know I almost lost my mind
I couldn't explain the things I'd seen
But now I think I see the light
Now I think I see the light
Lend me your hand
Lend me your hand
Lend me your hand
Lend me your hand
Lend me your hand
Seeing waves breaking forms on my horizons
Yeah I'm shining
Seeing waves breaking forms on my horizons
Lord I'm shining
Oh are you hearing me like I'm hearing you
Oh are you hearing me like I'm hearing you
You know I almost lost my mind
But now I'm home and I'm free
Did I pass the acid test?
Did I pass the acid test?
Did I pass the acid test?
Did I pass the acid test?
Did I pass the acid test?
Did I pass the acid test?
Oh my my my my my my mind
You better go defend now
You better go defend now
You better go defend now
You better go defend now
You better go defend now
You better go defend now
You better go defend now
You better go defend now
You better go defend now
You better go defend now
You better go defend now
You better go defend now
My heart and my soul they are free
My heart and my soul they are free
You know I almost lost my mind
But now I'm home and I'm free
Did I pass the acid test?
Did I pass the acid test?
Did I pass the acid test?
Did I pass the acid test?
Did I pass the acid test?
Did I pass the acid test?
Did I pass the acid test?
Did I pass the acid test?
Did I pass the acid test?
Did I pass the acid test?
Oh my my my my my my mind
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first circle of the inferno
Jul 2001 time: 05:25
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Cockney: hmm...i'm planning on getting Ibiza ...i like that one better...
Ozone by Fuel
I wanna make her go, I wanna make her come
I wanna push her away
Don't wanna feel no pain
Don't wanna feel no shame
Don't wanna feel this way
I'm so alone here
Why must I be
Chorus:
I'm the one she calls ozone baby
She waits alone for me to come down
But I want to fly like silly angel
Aim for the sky, straight into the sun
I wanna make her feel, I wanna make it real
I wanna give her away
She wanna keep me here
She wanna hold me dear
She wanna make me stay
She's so alone here
She don't need me
I'm the one she calls ozone baby
She waits alone for me to come down
But I want to fly like silly angel
Aim for the sky, straight into the sun
My sun, on you, burning, singe you
Confined inside, rot from my lies, sucker
I'll only hold you down, I'll only steal your crown
I'll only make you cry
I'll only break your pride, and eat you up inside
Why should you even try
I'm so alone here
Why must I be?
I'm the one she calls ozone baby
She waits alone for me to come down
But I want to fly like silly angel
Aim for the sky, straight into the sun
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Clear Skies
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looking for a saviour in these dirty streets
Jul 2000 time: 05:25
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quote: Originally posted by devilmunchkin
oh to be 3 again..... |
We do not stop playing because we grow old. We grow old because we stop playing.
Dylan Thomas - Do Not Go Gentle (Into That Good Night)
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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of The Cooler
Sep 1999 time: 23:25
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to Clear Skies, yet again. Well-done.
I'll follow with a Politically Incorrect song. 
Mr. Custer
Larry Verne
Words and Music by Fred Darian, Al DeLory, and Joe Van Winkle
Peak Billboard position # 1 in 1960
(That famous day in history the men of the 7th Cavalry went riding on)
(And from the rear a voice was heard)
(A brave young man with a trembling word rang loud and clear)
What am I doin' here??
Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go
Hey, Mr. Custer, please don't make me go
I had a dream last night about the comin' fight
Somebody yelled "attack!"
And there I stood with a arrow in my back.
Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go (forward Ho!!)--aaww
SPOKEN: Look at them bushes out there
They're moving and there's a injun behind every one
Hey, Mr. Custer-you mind if I be excused the rest of the afternoon?
HEY CHARLIE, DUCK YER HEAD!!
Hmm, you're a little bit late on that one, Charlie
Hooh, I bet that smarts!
(They were sure of victory, the men of the 7th Cavalry, as they rode on)
(But then from the rear a voice was heard)
(That same brave voice with the trembling word rang loud and clear)
What am I doin' here??
Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go
Listen, Mr. Custer, please don't make me go
There's a redskin a-waitin' out there, just fixin to take my hair
A coward I've been called cuz I don't wanna wind up dead or bald
Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go (forward HO)--aaww
SPOKEN: I wonder what the injun word for friend is
Let's see--friend-- kemo sabe, that's it
KEMO SABE!, HEY OUT THERE, KEMO SABE!
Nope, that itn't it
Look at them durned injuns
Theyre runnin' around like a bunch of wild Indians-heh, heh, heh
Nah, this ain't no time for jokin'
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Albert Speer
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999 time: 00:25
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Politically incorrect by today's standards...
Ballade of the Green Beret by Sargeant Barry Sadler
Fighting soldiers from the sky
Fearless men who jump and die
Men who mean just what they say
The brave men of the Green Berets
Silver wings upon their chests
These are men, America's best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the Green Beret
Trained to live off nature's land
Trained to combat hand-to-hand
Men who fight by night and day
Courage taken from the Green Beret
Silver wings upon their chests
These are men, America's best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the Green Beret
Back at home a young wife waits
Her Green Beret has met his fate
He has died for those oppressed
Leaving her this last request
Put silver wings on my son's chest
Make him one of America's best
He'll be a man they'll test one day
Have him win the Green Beret
thanks
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Albert Speer
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999 time: 00:25
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Revolutionary Warfare by Nas featuring Lake
Chorus:[Nas]
Revolutionary warfare is all fair loving war for the cause
I gotta take you off here
Revolutionary warfare is all fair loving war for the cause
I gotta take you off here
[Nas]
Book one, strategy, tactics, techniques
Look dumb, but massively notice the weakness, in all them
Gotta shoot only if necessary
Homey vest is very real if enemies carrying heavy steal
Beware the thugs who ain't scared of blood or jail time
Where Arian nations ain't having integration, we so blind
The beauty of life, was when my mom said nigga you could be Christ
I wasn't old enough to hold my **** and pee right, "Jesus"!
What is he like? I picture him standing with diamonds on him
Little different from the way my mommy saw him
Practice your aiming, physical training in, difficult terrain and
Test your endurance, try to keep your stamina banging
Splitting dutches up, strap up, the armies is school
Teaching smart ways to kill, I'm thinking Ghandi was a fool
But chronic's a fool; got me thinking out loud, **** it
Sleep on my drunkenness I'll blow your brains out
[Chorus]
[Lake]
My revolution is as real as Bobby Seale's, I build
With dudes and cribs worth a quarter mill, in dix hills
for fish scale, to cop guns, the time come
I'll mask up and get my comrade off the bus
**** the beef I'll snatch your seed, from chuckie cheese
And feed him to the rats in the back of the P's
Black fatigues and ? on the sofa
50 inch flat screen Louie Vitton holdsters
My motions don't appeal to repel at divisions
I did it strong for 7 long years in prison, **** the system
I'm like a modern day Hitler, black gorilla, crip and blood in one nigga
Only killas know my face
I beat a case for shooting at the police, nigga, the name Lake
Though simultaneously the street revolution
21 gun salute the new Huey Newton
[Chorus]
[Nas][Lake]
[N] Teach y'all women how to hold the family down in case something happens to his fathers
[N] Protect the children, grab revolvers
[N] The women plays important part of our life force
[N] So what we fight for, my heart goes to you beautiful wife in war
[L] Uh, And listen more talk less
[L] Watch all and trust none, demand your respect
[L] And be ready to die for what you believe in
[L] And ride all the time not just when convenient
[N] Justice and freedom, wisdom and understanding
[N] We the lost children of Israel in this western world region
[N] You ain't a man you a coward if you cant support the girl you put a seed in
[L] Strong rule the weak, but the wise rule the strong
[L] It's more to a war than just getting it on
[L] Conceal your form, cover your tracks
[L] Stay prepared I don't care if no one's spared
thanks
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Albert Speer
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999 time: 00:25
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Street Dreams by Nas featuring R. Kelly
[Nas]
Low profile, rap style, slick as Nu Nile
Give the crew pounds everytime we cover new grounds
Still surviving but there's a few down, back in the essence
I'm asking questions on the phone, with jail adolescents
Quiet confession, the system's applying the pressure
My mind is guessing, is living and dying a lesson?
But not to be obliged with the mirage
of cars taking you off track
from with the gods focus on hard
Laid up smoking cigars
Motioning maids to bring me toast and eggs
Kosher, ice chokers and wolves to smoke ya
my wisdom culture lives in ultra madness
devoted coach bag *****
broke the average nigga's hopes to get mad rich
But what's the purpose
Only the Gods can watch the Earth twist
I'm physically trapped down on the surface
with all the crack merchants
snakes and serpents
foul jakes the searches
clowns with four pounds this ain't a circus.
[Chorus: R. Kelly]
Street dreamer
Oh mercy mercy me
Ain't nothing I got for ya
Situations gettin heavy
Heavy, heavy
Trying to be a gangster
[Nas]
The black clouds over the hood, I'm on the corner with the thugs
Late night under the moon as they assume I'm slanging drugs
Cause I'm hooded up, thought a G a night wasn't good enough
Pushed my luck, yo they had a brother put in cuffs
Luckily, made it out of court comfortably
Judge said I need a job ain't nothing coming free
Could've got a one to three
I try to school these shorties under me
but they can't see
From life to death
so know we back to where we never left the ghetto
It's a damn shame, knowing it's a man's game
Shorty thinks it's time to make ya plans change
All that running round trying to chase
what's already here - been there, it's going nowhere
Pops told me knuckle up - no fear
I wish some of these killings
they could be prevented
whatever happens it was written
meaning God meant it
but during ya life you put ya heart in it
even though it seems we being targeted
let that brother R hit it
[Chorus] (extended)
[Nas]
Sort of wild, since a child, hope was all we had
Drip the bust out past
complaning the mental straining
how many in my crew is into gaining
subtract the weak links about the chaining
rise it start raining
Blasphemy using Nas name in vain
Some claim supreme being yet they lied in his name
I tried to learn the game
and the only thing I found incredible
Everything I tried to learn see, I already knew (that's right)
And it's embedded in my heart now
so I can sit back, count a stack
and play my part now
I saw my life flash in front of my eyes, he wore disguise
Put a gun to me hungry he went on to chastize
That's Nas ain't it, made it rich from entertainment
Fresh Wally's painted, as he told the kid he came with
My first thought was how the game flip
Yo perhaps it was somebody I smacked drunk in a party on yak
Or was I marked for a contract for some foul act
I did a while back or beyond that
You got me laying face flat
Saying my grace black, woke up in a cold sweat
Yo, I hate that
My err' like I lost in the battlefield
That's why I hit the mic with mad appeal
Grab ya shield and meet ya maker
Queens niggas die for paper
These the things the street dreams will take ya
thanks
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SlowwHand
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of The Cooler
Sep 1999 time: 23:25
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And a to Albert.
I know, many people frown on Lt. William Calley; but I also KNOW, he got a raw deal.
Battle Hymn Of Lt Calley
C Company Featuring Terry Nelson
Once upon a time there was a little boy who wanted to grow up
And be a soldier and serve his country in whatever way he could
He would parade around the house with a sauce pan on his head
For a helmet, a wooden sword in one hand and the American flag in the other
As he grew up, he put away the things of a child but he never let go of the flag
My name is William Calley, I'm a soldier of this land
I've tried to do my duty and to gain the upper hand
But they've made me out a villain they have stamped me with a brand
As we go marching on
I'm just another soldier from the shores of U.S.A.
Forgotten on a battle field then thousand miles away
While life goes on as usual from New York to Santa Fe
As we go marching on
I've seen my buddies ambushed on the left and on the right
And their youthful bodies riddled by the bullets of the night
Where all the rules are broken and the only law is might
As we go marching on
While we're fighting in the jungles they were marching in the street
While we're dying in the rice fields they were helping our defeat
While we're facing V.C. bullets they were sounding a retreat
As we go marching on
With our sweat we took the bunkers, with our tears we took the plain
With our blood we took the mountains and they gave it back again
Still all of us are soldiers, we're too busy to complain
As we go marching on
When I reach my final campground in that land beyond the sun
And the great commander asks me, "Did you fight or did you run?"
I'll stand both straight and tall stripped of medals, rank and gun
And this is what I'll say:
Sir, I followed all my orders and I did the best I could
It's hard to judge the enemy and hard to tell the good
Yet there's not a man among us would not have understood
We took the jungle village exactly like they said
We responded to their rifle fire with everything we had
And when the smoke had cleared away a hundred souls lay dead
Sir, the soldier that's alive is the only once can fight
There's no other way to wage a war when the only one in sight
That you're sure is not a VC is your buddy on your right
When all the wars are over and the battle's finally won
Count me only as a soldier who never left his gun
With the right to serve my country as the only prize I've won
As we go marching on
Glory, glory hallelujah glory, glory hallelujah
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SlowwHand
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of The Cooler
Sep 1999 time: 23:25
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CASTLES BURNING
Journey
Jimmy wanted her the moment that she stumbled his way
With a cocktail in her hand, she knew how she'd win the game
There were beautiful in all the right places
She keeps her rendezvous with soup opera faces
She started rumors that were driving him crazy
He couldn't stop the things they'd say
And they live for, passion, love and pain
In a rage of jealousy and fame
And they watch their dreams go up on flames
Castles burning... in the dead of night
Castles burning... in the dead of night
Wo... burnin'...
In the kingdom of pretenders love is not what it seems
Jimmy cried and then he punished her
No one heard her scream
On the outside, it's all crimson and clover
On the inside, they know it's over
And the band of lawyers that steal the show
As they watch their world go up in smoke
Castles burning... in the dead of night
Castles burning... in the dead of night
Wo... burnin'... burnin'... burnin'... burnin'...
(Spoken words)
When we return a story of a 5 alarm fire
Late last night in the prestigious Hollywood hills
Where one of the most controversial marriages in the
Entertainment industry went up in smoke, arson is suspected
It is still under investigation...
You know I love you, you know you're my girl,
I'd never hurt you... no
Castles burning... in the dead of night
Castles burning... in the dead of night
Burnin'... burnin'
All is fair in love and war, but war is hell...
In the heart of the night, in the middle of the big bad city
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Bereta_Eder
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The Strokes
Last Nite
Last nite she said
Oh baby I feel so down
When you turn me off
When I feel left out
So I, I turned round
Oh baby don't care no more
I know this for sure
I'm walking out that door
Well I've been in town for just about fifteen minutes now
And baby I feel so down
And I don't know why
I've been walking for miles
And people they don't understand
Your girlfriends they can't understand
Your grandsons they won't understand
On top of this I ain't ever gonna understand
Last nite she said
Oh baby don't feel so down
When you turn me off
When I feel left out
So I, I turned round,
Oh baby gonna be alright
It was a great big lie
Coz I left that night
Yeah
Oh people they don't understand
No girlfriends they don't understand
In spaceships they won't understand
And me I ain't ever gonna understand
Last nite she said
Oh baby I feel so down
She could turn me off
When I feel left out
So I turned round
Oh little girl I don't care no more
I know it's for sure
I'm walking out that door, yeah
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HolyWarrior
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i) singularity
I can look through every lens
infinite pressure where beginnings meet their ends
if entropy rules the space between us
we just might implode from the force of the thrust
I could be your love or maybe just a friend
maybe I need to readjust my lens
two spheres of energy preparing to explode
or perhaps we will collapse
beyond the point of clarity into the singularity
I can look through telescopes searching for someone
or something to give us hope
living inside the event horizon
we just might collide with the universe outside
singularity beyond the point of clarity
we could be in love or maybe it's just the end
maybe I need to readjust my little lens
ii) snapshots
a ghostly image of shadows crossing the hallway
candlelit walkways are slowly burning out
like some memories you just can't figure them out
victorian castle high on the hills of england
echoes with laughter from a haunted ballroom dance
an unfocused picture you just can't seem to enhance
you're pushing the signal to readjust the lens
deserted schoolyard, a silhouette of children playing
history's landscape is slowly taking shape
like some memories you just can't seem to escape
you're adjusting the picture to redefine the lines
a desolate ghost town balanced on the edge of nowhere
skeleton cowboys are fading in and out
like perceptions you just can't figure them out
a storm at high tide crashing on the shores of avalon
vanishing boardwalks from fog that's rolling in
like some parallels the vertical is closing in
you're pushing the signal to readjust...
iii) reflection
I can see what you see from the outer rim of the galaxy
I can feel what you feel we share the same reality
I can see what you see so many similarities
I am touched when we agree you're the same as me
iv) photoplay
through my galaxy filter and my convex eyepiece
it's becoming clear to me
all the possible things I could see
through my optic nerve and my tactile reflex
of what I touch and feel
intangible things are turning real
the angle is wide, I'm zooming in
on the action of the world
it's spectroscopic; covers every topic
the spotlight is on the world
v) afterimage
I can see what you see
I can feel what you feel
I am touched when you touch me
vi) clarity
I can see
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