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Archive for September, 2008

by Blur
from the album 13

Group using the loop
Of another popgroup
Group shooting the hoop
And starving it up into the soup
‘Cause I’m of regular features
And Adidas trainers
Completing the cycle
Teenage maniacs will bring it all back

B.L.U.R.E.M.I.

Group using the loop
Of another popgroup
Completing the cycle
Untill the teenage maniacs
Will bring it all back

They bring it all back
They bring it all back

B.L.U.R.E.M.I.

by Tool
from the album Aenima

Some say the end is near.
Some say we’ll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this

Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I’ll see you down in Arizona bay.

Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car.
It’s a
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I’ll see you down in Arizona bay.

Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.

Some say the end is near.
Some say we’ll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will cuz
I sure could use a vacation from this

Silly shit, stupid shit…

One great big festering neon distraction,
I’ve a suggestion to keep you all occupied.

Learn to swim.

Mom’s gonna fix it all soon.
Mom’s comin’ round to put it back the way it ought to be.

Learn to swim.

Fuck L Ron Hubbard and
Fuck all his clones.
Fuck all those gun-toting
Hip gangster wannabes.

Learn to swim.

Fuck retro anything.
Fuck your tattoos.
Fuck all you junkies and
Fuck your short memory.

Learn to swim.

Fuck smiley glad-hands
With hidden agendas.
Fuck these dysfunctional,
Insecure actresses.

Learn to swim.

Cuz I’m praying for rain
And I’m praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.
Mom please flush it all away.
I wanna watch it go right in and down.
I wanna watch it go right in.
Watch you flush it all away.

Time to bring it down again.
Don’t just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.
I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t
Welcome any change, my friend.

I wanna see it all come down.

by Machine Head
from the album Supercharger

You tell me, I’ve been walking on a railing
Been excelling at failing
That I think wrong, I don’t belong
I don’t fit, I don’t give a shit
Take my guitar and microphone, pour out my fuckin’ soul
Insecurity, I’ll strip it down to the bone – fuck it
I ain’t a stranger, just strange
I’ll be find so leave me alone

You can’t see the things that make
Your happiness go away, well I can

It’s all in your head
It’s in your head
Sad but it’s true
It’s inside you
Keep wallowing in your misery
It’s all in your head

I know that I’m a weirdo and I’m messed up
And the lord knows that I’ve fucked up
But I don’t need you to point out
Every mistake that I make
I’m sick of all your negatives, something has gotta give
Got me thinking you need to stop overthinking
Brink of losing my mind and going blind
I’ll be fine, leave me alone

You can’t see the things that make
Your happiness go away, well I can

It’s all in your head
It’s in your head
Sad but it’s true
It’s inside you
Keep wallowing in your misery
It’s all in your head

Why can’t you see it’s you
It’s just inside of you

You can’t see the things that make
Your happiness go away, well I can
Honestly you’re driving me insane, again

Because it’s all in your head
It’s in your head
Sad but it’s true
It’s inside you
Someday you’ll see who you’re unhappy
Someday you’ll see that it’s not me
It’s all in your head

It’s just inside of you

by Ying Yang Twins
from the album Alley Return Of Ying Yang Twins

[Hook]
Nigga, we be alley
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we be alley
My nigga, we alley
Nooooooow

[D-Roc]
Tell a nigga dont act no fool
What’s up cuz? Stay cool
Smoke some mary jane, you know the rules
Haters puttin salt in the game
Wanna keep a thug out the drug house
But you know the drill…a fro, polo
And a nigga in the club smokin dubs
Like a tru center thug
The big boy Willie Grill
Smoke swisher sweets, dont miss a beat
If a nigga feelin froggy leap
We ballin, shot-callin
ho’s holla’n, try to follow
When a nigga aint ballin, sheesh
Still pullin on the hair
On my ching-ching weigher
(??)
Ho we can head to the spot in Decatur
(??) smoke optimos, and try to cop the ho’s
(?) cant stop my (?)
Killa a bitch, kill a bitch, soon to buss
Aint to many niggas that can fuck wit’ us
Y’all niggas think you can fuck wit’ us
Some of y’all niggas gon’ miss the bus
See playa we dangerous, stay (??)
Cock-block that fo’-fifth,
Switch your hands like (??)
Man then kick over to
Nigga cant see me with a birds-eye view
So you betta back up, back up
‘fore a nigga straight have to act up, act up
Stand in this thang wit’ the mac up, mac up
… 10 then because

[Hook]
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we alley
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we alley
Whoa

[Mr. Ball]
We some alley muh’fuckas from the ATL, Georgia boys
We came to bring the noise, and we got them tonka toys (boom boom boom)
Niggas be bitin like jaws, nigga back the fuck off my balls
If you got some beef wit’ me, then I got some beef wit’ y’all
Now ooh lawd, them boys on the map again
Who they be? Mr. Ball and them Ying-Yang Twins
And when you down for yours, my nigga, I’m down for mine
Now dont make me have to say this shit one more time
Now back up, I know you dont want some muthafucka to act up
I thank you need to put your muthafuckin ?gack? up
Before you get dealt with
Fuckin around and get yourself hit
Off some fuckin bullshit
Cause we some country-ass Georgia niggas, I told ya nigga
We done and we done showed ya nigga, it’s on my nigga
Doin this shit one more ‘gain
I thank this time I’ma get a lil’ more money to spend

[Hook]
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we be alley
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we be alley

Ah

[moans 'n groans]

[Kaine]
Ah, we some alley muthafuckas, shawty ya didnt know
Niggas is entertainin when they hit the front door
Nigga be like whoa, stop, control
But he was poppin off, so I’ma hit him in his nose
Throwin them ‘bows, ColliPark know it explodes
Have a nigga feelin crunchy, smellin like toes
Ya know we had it from Georgia to Cali’
Doin shows from Virginia to that Cakilaki
Ask if are we lackin? Nothin, see we packin
4-5 glocks, .9 spray milli-tec and no actin, I’m blastin
I make my money ?threashin?
The foes see the gold and they dont wanna respect him
Maybe I cant help it, the way that I act
Handle your part thug, give him a heart-attack
Beatin ass in the back, slammin upon a track
Ying-Yang in this thang, ColliPark runnin thangs

[Hook]
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we be alley
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we be alley

[D-Roc]
Now what’s on your mind, if you got something to say
Then say that shit, dont hold that shit
Bitin your tongue, because your boys aint here
Who you roll with, ’cause that’s bullshit
You’ll get your ass kicked fuckin wit’ real thugs
Playahatin you gets no love
Run and get your boys if you thinkin you’re hard
If you know like I know, then your ass wont start…
with some crazy muh’fuckas tote gats too
Crazy muthafuckas that’ll blast you
Crazy muthafuckas dont give a shit
What? Y’all niggas dont know who y’all fuckin with
We T-H-U-G-G-E-D O-U-T
We’ll F-U-C-K yo’ ass up with that heat

[Kaine]
Mutha-mutha-muthafuckas always talkin shit
Sixty-five niggas you can suck my dick
We Ying-Yang and it aint no thang
Sheisty muthafucka put it down on they brain
We real, some tru-city thug shit
The essence of a thug, they dont like a nigga in public
With two glocks, I represent 2pac, the block is too hot
They want a fool out the neighborhood (why)
Straight hard to fuck with, know he slangin hard
Niggas is paranoid, all I know we raw (raw)
All I know we raw (raw)
All I know we raw (raw)
All I know we raw (raw)
All I know we raw (raw)
All I know we raw (raw)
All I know we raw (raw)
We youngin’s nigga

[Hook - 2X]
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we be alley
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we be alley

My nigga

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by Guano Apes
from the album Don’t Give Me Names

Weak her bones, cold her breath
praying fearfully in the moment of death
feels the sleep goming near
tries to keep her eyes open and clear
through the dark, there’s the sound she fears

Anne Claire, that is no love you got to share
Anne Claire, going into a sad lag of flair

Easy meet placed in an ugly game
lights a candle for an endless shame
your love is her pain, growing to hate
R.I.P. for rape, she’s no longer your

Anne Claire, that is no love you got to share
Anne Claire, going into a sad lag of flair
Does she turn you on
diggin in her wound it’s done

Go down on your knees
pray for all your sins
be ready to join your last lesson
Be ready to join your last kiss

Anne Claire, that is no love you got to share
Anne Claire, going into a sad lag of flair
Does she turn you on
diggin in her wound it’s done

Good bye, good bye my poor boy
Good boy, good boy, no more toys

by Course Of Nature
from the album Superkala

I am not afraid of you
Look at me you’ll see it’s true
You are broken falling down
And now you’re nothing, nothing

This time I want it too much
I just needed time to dust myself off
I can see much further than you
Enough to keep on trying
After the fall

I’ve wated time and energy
On your foolish pride you see
You will find in time from me
That you are nothing, nothing

by NAS
from the album It Was Written

[Yee-hah's and whips cracking in background]
-Hey Nas, hey hey boy, you see what they done did to Jimmy and Lee.
[Nas:] Mmmhmm. Damn, man.
-I can’t take it man.
[Nas:] Sho’ can’t.
-You think this is gonna eva’ change?
[Nas:] Man, damn this place, man! Damn these chains! These damn
chitlins every damn night.
-This cotton.
[Nas:] Shit!
-I can’t take it man.
[Nas:] Harriett done left the night befo’. It’s time we go.
Aint no place for black folk here. Man, promise land callin’
me man.
-It’s callin’ me too.
[Nas:] It’s time we go.
-Yeah, I’m wichou!
[Nas:] Hey man, hey damn these chains, man.
Damn you master, you
ain’t my master, man!
[Sounds of punching and bumping]
[Nas:] You aint nothin’, you aint nothin.

-Hey Bandit, Bandit, get the dogs! Get the hounds, we gonna
have ourselves a hangin’ tonight!

[Nas:] Nineteen-ninety-six!
Back up in this nigga.
The right way, though, you know?
-Double-tre son, you know aint nothin’
coincedental or accidental, son.
[Nas:] No doubt!
-You know how it’s goin’ down, man.
[Nas:] It was all written.
-No question, I’m sayin’ man, I mean, how we playin’ man,
you know what I’m sayin’, they dealt us in, son.
They playin’ with a fifty-four deck, you see with the
Jokers in and everything, you know what I’m saying?
[Nas:] Son, I’m playin’ with the fifty-two.
-You wanna stress on how I used to play, that’s how I play.
[Nas:] But, yo, they takin’ us into this next millenium, right now.
-I’m sayin’ law, you know what I’m sayin’ we gotta lay the law,
cause without law aint no order, you know what I’m sayin’,
that’s why these cats are slippin’
through, you know what I’m sayin? They got the rules missin’,
though.
[Nas:] True.
-Yo, word up, though, you know what I mean?
[Nas:] Son, these niggas look faker than the new hundred dollars, son.
-Yeah, you see that they look Monopoly money, right?
[Nas:] Word, with the big ass face on it.
-Yo, what I’m sayin’, we see through all that, though
you know what I’m sayin?
[Nas:] No question.
-All eyes seein’, son, you know we real.
[Nas:] Yo, no doubt. In the Qu’ran it says Nas, the men.
Nesa’s the woman, know? It was written.

by Pearl Jam
from the album Riot Act

Climbing on a mountain
Floating out on the sea
Far from lights of a city
The elements they speak to me

Whispering that life
Existed long before breed
Balancing the world
On its knee

Don’t see some men as 1/2 empty
See them 1/2 full of shit
Thinking that we’re all but slaves
There’s ain’t gonna be

No middle anymore
It’s been said before
The haves be having more
Yet still bored

Won’t someone save?
Won’t someone save
The world?

by Bright Eyes
from the album N/A

The language in the dimmer rooms
Seems to represent the light source well
How soft they speak and seem to be at peace
With the movement of the music and the madness
That is pulling me into this
And the shades of the lamps are woven red
The light, it stains and consecrates
Anointing all forgotten forms
Ahat swirl and smoke and haunt this place
The girls in gowns all nurse the dark
Pulling it near to their swelling breasts
And watch as it seeps to their hearts
And beats within their virgin chests
And here I know seduction breeds
From wanton hearts that would seduce
And grows and spreads its vine and leaves
Embracing those who might have moved
But now remain to drink the night
From vials black and thick with steam
Such intoxicating delights
That leave you drunk inside this dream
And you watch them take the light from you
And you find yourself
On a velvet couch
Tasting the skin of a foreign girl
Her eyes are black
And wet like oil
And she ties your hands with a string of pearls
And you tremble like a frightened bird
As she closes in and captures you
To place you in the silver cage
Deep within her poisoned womb
And once you’re safe inside
She might let you out to fly
In the circles around the room
But it’s always night
And there is no moon
And you wonder if you are alive
And you’re not sure if you want to be
But you drank her sweat like it was wine
And you lay with her on a bed of blue
And it’s awful sweet
Like the fruit she cuts and feeds to you

by Pantera
from the album Reinventing The Steel

Now a new look in my eyes my spirit rise
Forget the past
Present tense works and lasts
Got shit on
Pissed on
Spit on
Stepped on
Fucked with
Pointed at by lesser men

(Pre)
New life in place of old life
Unscarred by trials

(Chorus)
A new level of confidence and power

Demanding plea for unity between us all –
United stand
Death before divided fall
In mock military order
Vulgar
Power
I’mpatient
Because time is shorter

(Pre)

(Chorus)

No fucking surrender
Can’t lose
Life kills