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posted on May, 8 2006 @ 05:49 PM
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A great Foetus track from the 'Nail' album. An homage to Charles Manson:

DI-1-9026

I'm gonna explode... I'm gonna explode
I'm gonna explode explode explode explode EXPLODE

Turn on... Tune in... Drop Out
Turn in... Tune on... Drop Out
Drop Out... Drop Out... DROP OUT

Take me to your CRASHPAD, baby
Empty out your TRASHCAN, baby
I AM THE SON OF MAN
I AM THE SON OF SLAM
Take me by the HAM, no GOOD no EVIL no GIVE-A-DAMN
RAM BALAM BALAM BAM DAMN DAMN... RAM BALAM BALAM BAM DAMN DAMN
RAM BALAM BALAM BAM DAMN DAMN... RAM BALAM BALAM BAM DAMN DAMN

The positive collects negatives so GIMME YOUR MIND, GIMME YOUR MIND
submission's a gift, free your mind
GIVE IT TO YOUR BROTHER... FREE YOUR MIND

Are you ready to die? Are you ready to die?
Are you ready to die? Are you ready to die? LIVE FOREVER!

Live forever--we're the chosen people
Live forever--we're the chosen few
BLAST THE PAST--YOU CAN'T KILL KILL
live forever--we're the chosen few
If you wanna get some kicks phone DI-1-9026
I'm outa control... I'm up for parole
I'M GONNA EXPLODE! I'M GONNA EXPLODE
I'm outa control... I'm up for parole!
I'M GONNA EXPLODE! I'M GONNA EXPLODE! I'M GONNA EXPLODE!
I'M GONNA EXPLODE! I'M GONNA EXPLODE! I'M GONNA EXPLODE!
DI-1-9026! DI-1-9026! DI-1-9026! DI-1-9026!
ZAP!ZAP!ZAP!ZAP!ZAP!ZAP!ZAP!ZAP!ZAP!... I'm supercharged...

Turn on... Tune in... DROP OUT DROP OUT DROP OUT DROP OUT
Gonna take a dive (TAKE A DIVE) down to 3301 Waverly Drive
The chosen few are gonna arrive 10050 Cielo Drive
The pigs are gonna taste the knife when the chosen few arrive
No-one's gonna be left alive
No-one gets outa here alive

String up the piggies and let 'em have it
It's the pigs' turn now to try the cross
SLIT THEIR SOFT WHITE UNDERBELLIES... LET 'EM KNOW WHO'S BOSS
The pigs are gonna taste the knife--10050 CIELO DRIVE
When the chosen few arrive... NO-ONE GETS OUTA HERE ALIVE

Are you ready to die? Are you ready to die?
Are you ready to die? Are you ready to die? GET THE FEAR!

I'M GOD! I'M JESUS! I'M SATAN!
I'M GOD! I'M JESUS! I'M SATAN!
DEATH TO THE PIGS!
ADIOS!
SEE YA LATER!



[edit on 8-5-2006 by Beelzebubba]




posted on May, 8 2006 @ 10:29 PM
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I have 2 or 3, hold on a second.

Fighter-Christina Aguilera
After all of the stealing and cheating you probably think that I hold resentment for you
But uh uh, oh no, you're wrong
Cause if it wasnt for all that you tried to do, I wouldnt know
Just how capable I am to pull through
So I wanna say thank you
Cause it

[Chorus:]
Makes me that much stonger
Makes me work a little bit harder
It makes me that much wiser
So htanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made mys kin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for makin me a fighter


Welcome Home-Brian Littrell
Chorus:
You're never far
I will be where you are
And when you come to me
I will open my arms

Welcome home you
I know you by name
How do you do
I shine because of you today
So come and sit down
Tell me how you are
I know son, it's good to just see your face


What Makes You Different(Makes You Beautiful)-Backstreet Boys(the most adorable, handsome, and talented male vocal group in the world!)

I know sometimes you feel like you don't fit in
And this world doesn't know what you have within
When I look at you, I see something rare
A rose that can grow anywhere (grow anywhere)
And there's no one I know that can compare

Chrous:

What makes you different, (alright) makes you beautiful (alright)
What's there inside you, (alright) shines through to me
In your eyes I see, all the love I'll ever need
You're all I need, oh girl
What makes you different, makes you beautiful to me

Shout-Nick Carter of Backstreet Boys

[Chorus]
I wanna shout, throw my hands up and shout
What's this madness all about
All this makes me wanna shout
You know it makes me wanna shout
Throw my hands up and shout
What's this madness all about
All this makes me wanna shout, c'mon now

Problems, complications and accusations
Dividing the nations and races of empty faces
A war is taking place.
No substitution for restitution, the only solution for peace
Is increasing the height of your spirituality.
Masses of minds are shrouded, clouded visions
Deceptions and indecision, no faith or religion, how we're living.
The clock is ticking, the end is coming, there'll be no warning,
But will we live to see the dawn.

[Bridge]
How can we preach, when all we make this world to be
Is a living hell torturing our minds.
We all must unite, to turn darkness to light,
And the love in our hearts will shine.

We're disconnected from love, we're disrespecting each other
Whatever happened to protecting each other
Poisoned your body and your soul for a minute of pleasure,
But the damage that you've done is gonna last forever.
Babies being born in the world already drug addicted and afflicted,
Family values are contradicted.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, the pressure is building and I've had enough.

[Chorus]

That's it. I think they're cool.



posted on May, 10 2006 @ 02:05 PM
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"Man! I Feel Like A Woman!"
By Shania Twain

I'm going out tonight-I'm feelin' alright
Gonna let it all hang out
Wanna make some noise-really raise my voice
Yeah, I wanna scream and shout
No inhibitions-make no conditions
Get a little outta line
I ain't gonna act politically correct
I only wanna have a good time

The best thing about being a woman
Is the prerogative to have a little fun (fun, fun)

Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy-forget I'm a lady
Men's shirts-short skirts
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild-yeah, doin' it in style
Oh, oh, oh, get in the action-feel the attraction
Color my hair-do what I dare
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free-yeah, to feel the way I feel
Man! I feel like a woman!

The girls need a break-tonight we're gonna take
The chance to get out on the town
We don't need romance-we only wanna dance
We're gonna let our hair hang down

The best thing about being a woman
Is the prerogative to have a little fun (fun, fun)

Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy-forget I'm a lady
Men's shirts-short skirts
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild-yeah, doin' it in style
Oh, oh, oh, get in the action-feel the attraction
Color my hair-do what I dare
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free-yeah, to feel the way I feel
Man! I feel like a woman!

The best thing about being a woman
Is the prerogative to have a little fun (fun, fun)

Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy-forget I'm a lady
Men's shirts-short skirts
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild-yeah, doin' it in style
Oh, oh, oh, get in the action-feel the attraction
Color my hair-do what I dare
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free-yeah, to feel the way I feel
Man! I feel like a woman!

I get totally crazy
Can you feel it
Come, come, come on baby
I feel like a woman



posted on May, 12 2006 @ 10:38 AM
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one of my favorite songs is Opeth - Demon Of the Fall

Silent dance with death.
Everything is lost.
Torn by the arrival of Autumn.
The blink of an eye, you know it's me.
You keep the dagger close at hand.
And you saw nothing.
False love turned to pure hate.
The wind cried a lamentation
before merging with the grey.
Demon of the fall.
Gasping for another breath.
She rose, screaming at closed doors.
Seductive faint mist forging
through the cracks in the wall.
I shant resist.
In tears for all of eternity.
She turned around and faced me for the first time.
Run away, run away.
Just one second, and I was left with nothing.
Her fragrance still pulsating through damp air.
That day came to an end.
And she had lost in me, her CREDENCE.



posted on Jul, 13 2006 @ 08:32 AM
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Good Charlotte - Girls & Boys

How true are these lyrics! Great song aswell!

Educated
With money
He's well dressed
Not funny
And not much to say in
Most conversations
But he'll foot the bill in
All situations
Cause he pays for everything

Girls don't like boys, girls like cars and money
Boys will laugh at girls when they're not funny

Paper
Or plastic
Don't matter
She'll have it
Vacations
And shopping sprees
These are a few
Of her favorite things
She'll get what she wants
If she's willing to please
His type of girl
Always comes with a fee
Hey, now, there's nothing for free

Girls don't like boys, girls like cars and money
Boys will laugh at girls when they're not funny
And these girls like these boys like these boys like these girls
The girls with the bodies like boys with Ferraris
Girls don't like boys, girls like cars and money

Let's go!
Eh, eh!

Girls don't like boys, girls like cars and money
Boys will laugh at girls when they're not funny
And these girls like these boys like these boys like these girls
The girls with the bodies like boys with Ferraris
Girls don't like boys, girls like cars and money

All of these boys, yeah get all of these girls
Losing their souls in a material world
All of these boys, yeah get all of these girls
Losing their souls in a material world
All of these boys, yeah get all of these girls
Losing their souls in a material world
All of these boys, yeah get all of these girls
Losing their souls in a material world



posted on Jul, 13 2006 @ 08:42 AM
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neutral milk hotel - oh comely



Oh comely
I will be with you when you lose your breath
Chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left
With some pretty bright and bubbly terrible scene
That was doing her thing on your chest
But oh comely
It isn't as pretty as you'd like to guess
In your memory you're drunk on your awe to me
It doesn't mean anything at all
Oh comely
All of your friends are all letting you blow
Bristling and ugly
Bursting with fruits falling out from the holes
Of some pretty bright and bubbly friend
You could need to say comforting things in your ear
But oh comely
There isn't such one friend that you could find here
Standing next to me
He's only my enemy
I'll crush him with everything I own
Say what you want to say
Hang for your hollow ways
Moving your mouth to pull out all your miracles aimed for me

Your father made fetuses
With flesh licking ladies
While you and your mother
Were asleep in the trailer park
Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums
The music and medicine you needed for comforting
So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving
And pluck all your silly strings
And bend all your notes for me
Soft silly music is meaningful magical
The movements were beautiful
All in your ovaries
All of them milking with green fleshy flowers
While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines
Smelling of semen all under the garden
Was all you were needing when you still believed in me
Say what your want to say
Hang for your hollow ways
Moving your mouth to pull out all your miracles aimed for me

And I know they buried her body with others
Her sister and mother and 500 families
And will she remember me 50 years later
I wished I could save her in some sort of time machine
Know all your enemies
We know who our enemies are

Goldaline my dear
We will fold and freeze together
Far away from here
There is sun and spring and green forever
But now we move to feel
For ourselves inside some stranger's stomach
Place your body here
Let your skin begin to blend itself with mine


the deviates - come with me



She said, "Face your fears and come with me.
Take a chance and take my hand so you can see everything you know you'll never have,
everything you know you want but fate killed your plans."
Fill this hole inside of me,
I can't stand the ache this pain is killing me.
Those who have suffered will understand that pain is welcome when it's all you have left,
come and die with me.
Let's see what we can't be.
Come and die with me.
Now is our chance to know how it feels to be free.
I'm alone but not alone.
You're welcome here but we're on our own.
It's the test we were bound to fail.
I've watched the strongest crumble and seen their weakness prevail.
The give and take, the grip and strain, the hopeless sincerity,
we played and lost or so it appears to me to be that way.
I can't hold this smile. I can't hide this pain.
I'm in search of a second opinion, a way to escape this situation..
The list of wrongs I write no one can read.
I know the scars are shared but we can never speak.
Holding on, holding in, the ache lulls and then I see you again.
It's a pain I'd never trade for anything.
I can smile outside, I can smile and say I'm all right.
I'm praying for things that will never change.
Now is our chance to know how it feels to be so free from all this #.
I'm not content alone and not pleased with your distance.
Come and die with me.



posted on Jul, 13 2006 @ 08:57 AM
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Has to be John Lennon,

All that we are saying is give peace a chance....,





[edit on 13-7-2006 by spencerjohnstone]



posted on Jul, 13 2006 @ 09:02 AM
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This is from the GWAR song KingQueen:

"...crush you like bugs,
smash steel and stone...
obliterate...
dominate...
...call this planet home..."

I was going to use that as my highschool yearbook quote back in the day, although, they didn't let me.
jerks.




posted on Jul, 13 2006 @ 10:44 AM
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You'll see him in your nightmares,
you'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere but
he ain't what he seems
You'll see him in your head,
on the TV screen
And hey buddy, I'm warning
you to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god,
he's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by
his red right hand

- red right hand by nick cave & the bad seeds



posted on Jul, 13 2006 @ 11:04 AM
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[Ol Dirty Bastard]

See let a nigga come through with that bull#
Anytime you pop that # nigga
I'ma tell you you can suck a #, you can suck a #
I know, it'll come to what? Say what?
Now I'ma let all you mother#ers know
See them knows that this is something you can't #
Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan
Always
You from Queens nigga, I don't give a #, where you be mother#er!
Where you reside... mother#er! How you live? How you seeeeeeee...

Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackout
Three-fifty-seven to your mouth, blaaow!!

[Buddah Monk - Brooklyn Zu]

Dunn can you hear me? Raw is how I'm inflicting this
It's that G type slang that makes this real sickening
Ignite my styles I got my hand pon the trigger
Starts from the smallest and hits the bigger nigga

[Prodigal Sunn - Sunz of Man]

Yo, straight actin live about them hellfires
a known mental killer, or thriller, assassin of terror
The hot bloody fatal mixture of carbonate water
Homicidal manslaughter, death is the order start the mission
Travel like the speed of wind
Through the valley of sin, I step to ville and murdered many men
Serving justice in my vicinity

[Zu Keeper - Brooklyn Zu]

(This is, Brooklyn, Zu!!)
Za-za-za, za-za-za
Zuh-za-zah, z-zz-zz-z-z-zz-zz-z-dah-duh-dnn-duh

[Murdoc - Brooklyn Zu]

I get down I get down I crack your #in crown
Lay around and watch some real niggaz break ground
I can't shop cuz every bro blowin up the spot
Hit rocks and niggaz know

[Killah Priest - Sunz of Man]

Yo! Niggaz grab the mic like the bites of a scorpion
Nervous, that's why the Zoo brought me in
Now bring em forth, like the tortures at the courts
Before the case begin, first break me in
his brain! And make sure he can't maintain the calmness
Ya harmless, watch how I bomb this
stage like, mail, pre hands that be the move
Now your Posse is your #in Platoon
Stale cells, just flows through the air
I'm like a ninja, once I send ya down stairs
Then I get furious, imperious, the lyricist
with the cleverest rhyme
Erupt to deduct your #in mind

[12 O'Clock - Brooklyn Zu]

# # up on the hurry-up
Known for burying ducks through more styles than a muck
Warning you chump, brain is out for lunch
given the power punch, soon to be paid like Donald Trump
Never fall victim to no bitch
Jerked my dick, but still got more hoes than a pimp
And score more points than Shawn Kemp
Keepin powerfully strong like the center on the Knicks
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut!!
Ol Dirty Bastard live and uncut

(Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a...)

[Shorty # Stain - Brooklyn Zu]

Got more props than the President
My hardcore represent, blowin niggaz back who never had this
Cause I'm gifted, so you can get wrapped
The # I'm kickin, send it to your MOMS for Christmas
And tell her Shorty # Stain sent it
Soon to have more green than the Jolly Green Giant
Cuz niggaz rap styles just down is aspired
You shoulda stayed HOME instead of picking up a microphone
But if you wanna run on up, like you TOUGH
I call your bluff, and blow you down with my hardcore
stuff, I shine like twenty-four carat

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Roll and stroll with the party scene
Nigga wanna know me as Mr. Clean
Wza-wza-wza-wza-Wu-Tang, flip the script and
Test my skill niggaz, you're trippin
Drugged up from sniffin, you're the one who's riffin
I'm not Opie, save that old # for Andy Griffith
Start to flip, slip, cuz you're slippin
While you sleep I be the God on point, with Scottie Pippen
as I, jump on stage, flip rip a show
Strip and rip a hoe, wayyy like Bo
Jackson while I'm still taxin maxin
Relaxin sittin back sellin good tracks and
Again and again when I rock the jam
WANNA SEE EM UP IN THE AIR! Throw up your hand
Introducin, one-man band in town
It's wild, with the style couldn't stand nigga
When the jump, stepped, to the center
of the rhyme inventor, MC's come at the
You get dap slapped, across the MC map
Your ass that's your ass, on a whore shot
Come on through I black and blue your whole crew
Then I get Rudy with the Hong Kong Foo
Ol Dirty Bastard, MC killer
Money maker, Brooklyn, challenger
That I lay down like towel
Then I get higher!!

[60 Second Assassin - Sunz of Man]

Here comes the illlll, type ruffer
Style be untouched I'm leavin broken down grammars on the pen
Who who what? What brings it? Tighter than your anus
Chambers this name is for the deepest trainers
Keep it stainless, steel, on time it is the windmill
Deadly venom kills, at the last of the Sam's Mill
60 Second, nucleus, attack on your set
Hit you with the blast (yo close the door)
Shabazz!!
*gun blast*


[edit on 13-7-2006 by Lysergic]



posted on Jul, 25 2007 @ 03:40 PM
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I've got a list of my favourite lyrics from various songs actually.



"I want a man, not a boy who thinks he can."
Too Much, Spice Girls

"So what if I never hold you, or kiss your lips again, so I never wanna leave you."
Seize the Day, Avenged Sevenfold

"No we can't all be super fly GQPHDFBI, you can pretend and you can try, lay down dead or slip on by."
Ask DNA, The Seatbelts

"Be my bad boy, be my man, be my weekend lover but don't be my friend."
Bad Boy, Cascada



posted on Jul, 25 2007 @ 03:47 PM
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"stay away" in stay away by nirvana

"i would rather be dead than cool" in stay away by nirvana

Obviously nirvana meant alot ot me, and others. Not sure how many liked stay away, but it was my fav nirvana song.



posted on Jul, 28 2007 @ 07:08 AM
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People say Im crazy doing what Im doing
Well they give me all kinds of warnings to save me from ruin
When I say that Im o.k. well they look at me kind of strange
Surely youre not happy now you no longer play the game

People say Im lazy dreaming my life away
Well they give me all kinds of advice designed to enlighten me
When I tell them that Im doing fine watching shadows on the wall
Dont you miss the big time boy youre no longer on the ball

Im just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round
I really love to watch them roll
No longer riding on the merry-go-round
I just had to let it go

Ah, people asking questions lost in confusion
Well I tell them theres no problem, only solutions
Well they shake their heads and they look at me as if Ive lost my mind
I tell them theres no hurry
Im just sitting here doing time

Im just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round
I really love to watch them roll
No longer riding on the merry-go-round
I just had to let it go

watching the wheels by lennon



posted on Jul, 29 2007 @ 03:46 AM
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shake me wake me tell me its a dream i got a b-52 on my tv screen, and a man in a tie pointing at the sky saying "where are you guna run to now"

where are you guna run - redgum



posted on Mar, 9 2010 @ 11:57 PM
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Chali 2na - Whose 2 Blame (feat. Don Corleon)

[Chorus:]
Whose 2 blame
Who is the one who sparked the flame
The victim who became part of the game
We be ya murder for money sex and things
The question remains the same
Whose 2 blame

My heart's torn as I watch my art form
Give plaques and charts to writers of wack poems
Divide and attack tryin'a collapse this platform
In this rap we're detached from any distractions
Yes
Sever the head of the evil music meant to divide and confuse kids
The media spoon feeds you
People who need you can see through your bluffin
Parasitic poison not fit for human consumption
While they focus on part of the crusades
The loss of human life is described as just loose eggs
Vatican they paid for they rollin' the slave trade
So how can you place blame on the hate that hate made
Secret political interests tucked from view
You police the planet but who protects us from you
While wars are waged over pathetic turf
We elect leaders with no regard for planet earth

[Chorus]

Keep credentials rollin' through my residential overpaid
People and members the presidential motorcade
Rollin' single file like wheels and roller blades
They get the crowd but their welcome is overstayed
I quote a page on the grander scale
Cause the man who fails to plan really plans to fail
For real flows are closing you stunts cause all at once
The weight of your ignorance can bury a man
Sanity, can it be so simple
Today's medics genetically clone people
And are we headed synthetic
While citizens give up they civil liberties
To officers of evil intending devilish tendencies
While enemies join forces to endorse this
Mental extortion gone corporate
When will the culprit forfeit morbid acts on the helpless
Ignorant facts got they self, it's aristocrats
Who flex well in the time when sex sells
The crime rhymes melt kids minds like soft snails
Either you end up in jail or court shells
But time lines help kids find they thoughts well,
For real
The media's how they got you attached
And violent image is permanent
Like yakuz and tattoos, they got yous
Relaxed they unaware
While dark messages traumatize the younger heir

[Chorus]

Rich rappers when you're talkin'
I hope you keep your topics as deep as your pockets
And use logic
The words kill before you have time to breath
What the ears hear and the eye sees the mind believes
While they hang you from your ankle and they take what falls
The citizens of this planet deserve a wake up call
He who hides knowledge controls this man's scheme
In the land of the blind the one eyed man is king

[Chorus]

Yo, now you know,
and knowin's half the battle



posted on Mar, 12 2010 @ 06:45 AM
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"Cornered, the boy kicked out at the world,
the world kicked back, a lot eff-ing harder"
Libertines - Can't Stand Me Now


"Wait, they don't love you like I love you"
YYYs - Maps

"Thoughts meander like a
restless wind inside a letter box,
they tumble blindly as
they make their way across the universe"
The Beatles - Across The Universe

"Burn down the disco, hang the blessed DJ, becasue the music that he's constantly playing, it says nothing to me about my life"
The Smiths - Panic

"True love never did exist"
Marissa Nadler - Little Hells


Sometimes its not just the lyric but they way it's delivered that makes it great.



posted on Nov, 7 2010 @ 06:20 PM
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Originally posted by Hellmutt
Tom Waits has many great songs and it´s hard to pick one over the other. Hats off to Tom Waits. Here are a few examples. These are excerpts and not full songs. You can find them here : Tom Waits Lyrics :

Tom Waits - Jitterbug Boy

"and so you ask me
what I'm doing here
holding up a lamp post
flippin this quarter,
trying to make up my mind
and if it's heads I'll go to
Tennessee, and tails I'll buy a drink
if it lands on the edge
I'll keep talking to you"





Love Tom Waits...Just here looking for quotes for something. I stole one from a Bob Dylan song someone posted on page one. Thanks to The Swordmaster. This was a nice little relaxing stroll through ATS.



posted on Nov, 7 2010 @ 07:17 PM
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"What it's Like" by Everlast

We've all seen the man at the liquor store beggin' for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dreadlocked and full of mange
He ask the man for what he could spare with shame in his eyes
Get a job you #in' slob's all he replied


God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues
Then you really might know what it's like

Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom who said he was in love
He said don't worry about a thing baby doll I'm the man you've been dreamin' of
But three months later he said he won't date her or return her call
And she sweared god damn if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls
And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walkin' through the doors
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner, and they call her a whore


God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose
Then you really might know what it's like

I've seen a rich man beg
I've seen a good man sin
I've seen a tough man cry
I've seen a loser win
And a sad man grin
I heard an honest man lie
I've seen the good side of bad
And the down side of up
And everything between
I licked the silver spoon
Drank from the golden cup
Smoked the finest green
I stroked the fattest dimes at least a couple of times
Before I broke their heart
You know where it ends
Yo, it usually depends on where you start

I knew this kid named Max
He used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
He liked to hang out late at night
Liked to get # faced
And keep pace with thugs
Until late one night there was a big gun fight
Max lost his head
He pulled out his chrome .45
Talked some #
And wound up dead
Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of his pain
You know it crumbles that way
At least that's what they say when you play the game


God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose
Then you really might know what it's like

To have to lose...



posted on Jan, 19 2011 @ 09:18 AM
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Although I prefer his chamber music (must be an effect of growing older), here's my all times favorite song text. For a couple of years I had these lyrics written all over the walls of my little student room.

"Dumb All Over"
Frank Zappa
album: You Are What You Is


Whoever we are
Wherever we're from
We shoulda noticed by now
Our behavior is dumb
And if our chances
Expect to improve
It's gonna take a lot more
Than tryin' to remove
The other race
Or the other whatever
From the face
Of the planet altogether

They call it THE EARTH
Which is a dumb kinda name
But they named it right
'Cause we behave the same...
*We are dumb all over*
Dumb all over,
Yes we are
Dumb all over,
Near 'n far
Dumb all over,
Black 'n white
People, we is not wrapped tight

Nurds on the left
Nurds on the right
Religous fanatics
On the air every night
Sayin' the Bible
Tells the story
Makes the details
Sound real gory
'Bout what to do
If the geeks over there
Don't believe in the book
We got over here

You can't run a race
Without no feet
'N pretty soon
There won't be no street
For dummies to jog on
Or doggies to dog on
Religous fanatics
Can make it be all gone
(I mean it won't blow up
'N disappear
It'll just look ugly
For a thousand years...)

You can't run a country
By a book of religion
Not by a heap
Or a lump or a smidgeon
Of foolish rules
Of ancient date
Designed to make
You all feel great
While you fold, spindle
And mutilate
Those unbelievers
From a neighboring state
TO ARMS! TO ARMS!
Hooray! That's great
Two legs ain't bad
Unless there's a crate
They ship the parts
To mama in
For souvenirs: two ears *(Get Down!)*
Not his, not hers, *(but what the hey?)*
The Good Book says:
*("It gotta be that way!")*
But their book says:
*"REVENGE THE CRUSADES...
With whips 'n chains
'N hand grenades..."*
TWO ARMS? TWO ARMS?
Have another and another
Our God says:
*"There ain't no other!"*
Our God says
*"It's all okay!"*
Our God says
*"This is the way!"*

It says in the book:
*"Burn 'n destroy...*
*'N repent, 'n redeem*
*'N revenge, 'n deploy*
*'N rumble thee forth*
*To the land of the unbelieving scum on
the other side*
*'Cause they don't go for what's in the
book*
*'N that makes 'em BAD*
*So verily we must choppeth them up*
*And stompeth them down*
*Or rent a nice French bomb*
*To poof them out of existance
*While leaving their real estate just where
we need it*
*To use again*
*For temples in which to praise
OUR GOD*
*("Cause he can really take care of
business!")*

And when his humble TV servant
With humble white hair
And humble glasses
And a nice brown suit
And maybe a blond wife who takes
phone calls
Tells us our God says
It's okay to do this stuff
Then we gotta do it,
'Cause if we don't do it,
We ain't gwine up to *hebbin!*
(Depending on which book you're using
at the time...Can't use theirs... it don't work
...it's all lies...Gotta use mine...)
Ain't that right?
That's what they say
Every night...
Every day...
Hey, we can't really be dumb
If we're just following *God's Orders*
Hey, let's get serious...
God knows what he's doin'
He wrote this book here
An' the book says:
*He made us all to be just like Him,"
so...
If we're dumb...
Then God is dumb...
*(An' maybe even a little ugly on the side)*



posted on Jan, 19 2011 @ 09:35 AM
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Stay away from nirvana. Sums up my feelings for 90% of humans and they are just scum.





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