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February 11th, 2010 | 
Author: by 30 Seconds To Mars
from the album 30 Seconds To Mars
Where does your garden grow?
Tell me the secrets that you know
Another time, another place
Where are the holy ones?
Selling the secret to the sun
Welcome to the Universe
Cross the line
Redefine
Lose your mind
Come crawl inside
Hey, hey
What’ve you got?
Doesn’t matter to me ’cause I don’t want them
I’m not the only one
The unified divide
Among and then deny
Now could you kindly cut to the chase?
It’s like a Deadsy song
Pretty but something’s always wrong
Show me a secret Mason sign
Cross the line
Redefine
Lose your mind
Come crawl inside
Hey, hey
What’ve you got?
Doesn’t matter to me ’cause I don’t want them
I’m not the only one
Hey, hey
What’ve you got?
Doesn’t matter to me ’cause I don’t want them
I’m not the only one
See
It’s in your eyes
Come break me down
Come break me
Hey, hey
What’ve you got?
Doesn’t matter to me ’cause I don’t want them
I’m not the only one
Hey, hey
What’ve you got?
Doesn’t matter to me ’cause I don’t want them
I’m not the only one
Hey
What’ve you got?
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by 311
from the album Grassroots
Nod your head to this as a lot of apprentice
Some of this were standing on the shoulder of giants
Some tryants some benevolent
To the followers it’s relevant
The rest get bent on lending opinions
I’m sending to a brand new level
I revel in completion delition of suckers
Getting served like Smuckers Jam
Fool know rules but the rest keep bouncing back
With the lack of further adieu see
As one can deduce we
Slam the shit out hard and long
Cuz we got more song
Something you might like now
All-star bound
Yeah your so sound
Cool as the blue water all around
From a force field flashing
Aliens are sending
Black evolutions of love you are hearing
The dark supernatural is the world we call
Our own home lightning in the mind comes out in song
But we’re wild they say never trust us we’re shady
In lieu of the crew your into we are baby
Cuz music will be coming out the words we speak
We erect breakbeats shatter wax still on the platter
Our shit is badder we come fly then we scatter
Cuz we deep and we solid yeah we hear ya holler
Electricity running through the soul it feels good
Some time the only thing that really ever could
Feed that hunger I crave it I love it I gave it
I shove it in a battery and save it for later
A waiter in the Dorothy Pavilion in ‘89
I met some wierdos and had myself a real good time
Downtown L.A. is a soul graveyard
Where you got to be hard or get jacked
It lacked a certain sense of something
Something basic no karm int he least I broke east
You know I had to face it
I guess I flaked but it was no mistake because
311’s got the boom
My mic check is giving me
Electric company
I can’t see the high wide sky
Or stars above me
Are you a flower
Or more like a high rise tower
If so the soul of sweet delight
On you will shower
There’s a place for us they say is somewhere
Not a dream but a place and you will be there
Your slippin’ but content because your spirit
And hills are alive with the sound of music
by 311
from the album Grassroots
Stranger flowers yet
There will never come a day that will ever regret
The hours days years and the minutes
The joy the pain the sunshine and rain in it
The drives on the coast to nowhere
Nothing to say just sit and stare
There’s nothing like the comfort of a silence that’s comfortable
Not talking small just skip the bull
Then I find myself in servility
Didn’t think that was my ability
I go a yard and a mile to make you smile
But then I’m happy see
I got so many ways to make your gaze elliptical
Got a ways to go future’s so
Criptical and I’m glad
Just another many things we’ve had
It’s 8:16 A.M. will you wake up to me
The first thing that you see
My eyes open I’m just hopin’ you feel the same as me
The day starts carefully
On the sidewalk with the dog
You’re right last night I was a hog
Come on I’m sorry
It’s 73 degrees
January easily glides
Stranger flowers still
If you’re gonna wanna go another day I will
Like this make it a deal
Sealed with a kiss
Sealed with a fell of impermanent bliss
Today my love we shall let the world slide
Turn off the ringer and just glide
For we shall never be youger again than
What do you see
It’s 8:16 A.M. will you wake up to me
The first thing that you see
My eyes open I’m just hopin’ you feel the same as me
The day starts carefully
On the sidewalk with the dog
You’re right last night I was a hog
Come on I’m sorry
Holiday on the radio
Billie knows that is the way to go
A place where we both can spend out saved time
Not collecting interest
Maybe the same reason we always find ourselved home bound
I’ve got to do some homework
The leave response we want to leave Wisconsin
For a new life a new trailer with an antenna and a porch
Of course we’ll bring the dog
by 311
from the album From Chaos
Brainstorm, take me away from the norm
I got to tell you something
This phenomenon, I had to put it in a song
And it goes like
Chorus:
Whoa, amber is the color of your energy
Whoa, shades of gold displayed naturally
You ought to know what brings me here
You glide through my head blind to fear
And I know why
(Chorus 2x)
You live too far away
Your voice rings like a bell anyway
Don’t give up your independence
Unless it feels so right
Nothing good comes easily
Sometimes you gotta fight
(Chorus)
Launched a thousand ships in my heart
So easy, still it’s fine from afar
And you know that
Whoa, brainstorm take me away from the norm
Whoa, I got to tell you something
by 311
from the album Dammit
You know I’m ready, and I rock steady
My names not Betty or Teddy, but Nick
And I’m not a hick with a head tick
Though I am from Nebraska
My girl is satisfied, you can ask her
You know I never visited Alaska
Huh, where the oil was spilt
That drunken captain should be killed
For polluting the sea, an atrocity
That fucks with me, well
This one goes to all the birds that drowned
Fuck the Bullshit, its time to throw down
Fuck the Bullshit, its time to throw down
Fuck the Bullshit, its time to throw down
Fuck the Bullshit, its time to throw down
Fuck the Bullshit, its time to throw down
Just fuck the bullshit, and get with it
Its time to throw down, so I said it
Words of wisdom, thatll keep yall guessing
Cause I’m tired of playing and I’m tired of messin around
With all yall suckers, and stupid mother fuckers
Who put down what I do
I stand alone with a groove thats new
Now that you know that the rhymes that I say
Are mine alone and I sure you dont play
I kick in your teeth, the condescending frown
Fuck the bullshit, its time to throw down
Fuck the Bullshit, its time to throw down
Fuck the Bullshit, its time to throw down
Right about now Id like to turn over the mic to my mentor SA Martinez
Go on hold it, I’m poetry in motion
No jokin you pray, my word is spoken
Of the latest, the greatest, of hip-hop persuaders
The line, the rhyme, always amazes brothers
The mic drum is loomin,
And in your mind, my rap rhyme is bloomin like a flower
Fuck the bullshit SA, create the power
Just forget the dumb stuff, I call your bluff
Cause I’m a big stick and youre a cream puff
And you hate it, and get frustrated
No tellin just how long you waited
I tell you what
I’m a white boy, so I dont like the big butt
And, I got a plan, hand it to the man in the tan van
I would be perfectly sad if rap was fad
But its not, so I thought that Id give it a shot
Stupid dumb lyrics make you think I’m a clown
I dont give a damn, its time to throw down
Fuck the Bullshit, its time to throw down
Fuck the Bullshit, its time to throw down
Fuck the Bullshit, its time to throw down
Fuck the Bullshit, its time to throw down
by 3lw
from the album A Girl Can Mack
Today is my day that I know for sure,
gotta speak first gotta let you know,
incase you’re wondering if I’m available,
if you think that I am,
I am and something’s on your mind you should let it off,
I got time maybe we should talk,
it’s no quencidence we caught off guard,
you and me
by 311
from the album Grassroots
Long time did I run down like that
I would have three years ago-today but not now
It’s not like that
It’s all right to feel good
It’s all for nothing to be wrong
The deepest dream that we have
Could be tomorrow’s song
Just what did he say stop
1 and 2 and 3
Run up the hill do as you do
I’m going to chill you know you really
Ought to do the same
They wanna bug you
But I won’t let them today
It’s a sure shot to the bomb drop
Every single
You know you swing
it and you fling it
And you make some shit up but
It’s just 123
by 311
from the album 311
You’ve got to trust your enstinct,
and let go of regret,
you’ve got to bet on yourself,now star,
cause that’s your best bet,
watch me now with the wicked and wild,
And i said come with the funky style that get’s us on for the show,
And we’ll fix the hip-hop reggae if we say it is so,
fuck the naysayers, cuz they don’t mean a thing,
this is what style we bring.
Now it’s morning,but last night’s on my mind,
ther’s something i need to gett off my chest,
but no matter what may come to shine,
the dream will always be mine.
all mixed up don’t know what to do,
next thing you turn around and find the person is you,
thought a freak might be the thing,
but the first could be that last,
so just get off of your ass.
all mixed up don’t know what to do,
next thing you turn around and find the person is you,
thought a freak might be the thing,
but you know this will pass, so just get off of your ass.
keep me coming, that is a gal that’ll kill them stunning,
oh, oh,
keep me coming that is a gal that’ll kill them stunning,
hey,
keep me coming that is a gal that’ll kill them stunning,
oh, oh,
keep my coming that is a gal thatt’ll kill them stunning.
hey,
you make me nervous,
throat dry,
my brain is empty,
don’t know why,
but i saw you doing something,
which is really truly nothing,
and you could bust me out all day!