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05-11-2008, 03:19 AM
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIxtlldn-pM
STUPID QUESTIONS- NEW MODEL ARMY It's not a crime to be innocent, these things we have not done But you're not some little child, spring is past and gone! Well I know my craven heart, and I've seen your vicious eyes And I think we know the truth, both you and I Don't flutter your lashes like a little girl, asking why its such a cruel, cruel world, no... Don't ask anymore stupid questions you already know the answers to... Well you can kill with the best of them but your smile remains so sweet, If someone comes to eat me alive I like to see their teeth! If you really want, I can name the names, be the angel of death, like a children's game... Don't ask anymore stupid questions you already know the answers to. There comes a time in your life you've got to grow up fast And I think that your time is coming now, here at last Stop waiting in line at the fortune tellers, waiting to hear some more pretty lies? She says... "Don't ask anymore stupid questions you already know the answers to"...
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05-11-2008, 03:22 AM
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this for me, pertains to my sobriety issues
I took my love, I took it down
Climbed a mountain and I turned around I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills till the landslide brought me down Oh, mirror in the sky What is love Can the child within my heart rise above Can I sail thru the changing ocean tides Can I handle the seasons of my life Well, Ive been afraid of changing cause Ive built my life around you But time makes you bolder Children get older Im getting older too
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My name is Shake-Zula
 the mic rulah!!!
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05-11-2008, 06:07 PM
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Nah-nah-nah-nah. Nah-nah-nah-nah! Hey, hey, hey, Goo-ood-bye!
 Nahhhhhh, nah, nah, nah-neh-nah-nahhhhhhhh, nah-ne-nah-nah. . . Hey Jude!
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Marquis de Sade in Quills "Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead." Charles Bukowski
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05-11-2008, 09:05 PM
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Eminem - Cleanin' Out My Closet
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?
I have, I've been protested and demonstrated against. Picket signs for my wicked rhymes. Look at the times. Sick is the mind of the motha fuckin' kid that's behind, all this commotion. Emotions run deep as ocean's explodin'. Tempers flaring from parents, just blow 'em off and keep goin'. Not takin' nothin' from no one, give 'em hell long as I'm breathin'. Keep kickin' ass in the mornin', an' takin' names in the evening. Leav'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth. See, they can trigger me but they never figure me out. Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now. Ain't you mama, I'ma make you look so ridiculous now. I'm sorry, Mama. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet. I'm sorry, Mama. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet. I got some skeletons in my closet, and I don't know if no one knows it. So before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it, I'ma expose it. I'll take you back to '73 before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin' CD. I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months. My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch, cuz he split. I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye. No, I don't on second thought, I just fuckin' wished he would die. I look at Hailie and I couldn't picture leavin' her side. Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try to make it work with her at least for Hailie's sake. I maybe made some mistakes but I'm only human. But I'm man enough to face them today. What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb, but the smartest shit I did was take them bullets out of that gun. Cuz I'da killed 'em, shit I would have shot Kim an' him both. It's my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll to The Eminem Show. I'm sorry, Mama. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet. I'm sorry, Mama. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet. Now I would never dis my own mama just to get recognition. Take a second to listen for you think this record is dissin', But put yourself in my position. Just try to envision witnessin' your Mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen, bitchin' that someone's always goin' through her purse and shits missin'. Going through public housing system, victim of Munchausen's syndrome. My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't, til I grew up, now I blew up. It makes you sick to ya stomach, doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me, Ma? So you could try to justify the way you treated me, Ma? But guess what, yer gettin' older now and it's cold when you're lonely. An' Nathan's growin' up so quick, he's gonna know that you're phoney. And Hailie's gettin' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful. But you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral. See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong, Bitch, do ya song. Keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom. But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get. You selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in hell for this shit. Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me? Well, guess what, I am dead. Dead to you as can be. I'm sorry, Mama. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet. I'm sorry, Mama. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet. [This song made me think about how religious people must feel in a sometimes overly rational world.]
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05-11-2008, 09:07 PM
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illscarlett - Paradise Burning
Don't know what to do Don't know how we made it This california weather The summer in December Let me go just let me go Finally found a way Finally found a way to shut you out I'm lost and gone forever Now has turned to never Just let me go I'm just slipping away down the coast And I'm so far away from home Never returning Paradise burning Don't know what to do Don't know if it's true anymore (You can lie about it) Like a wave that's finally broken (Tell me why about it) I'm running back to the ocean (Gotta let me go) Let me go just let me go Finally figured out Finally figured out what I am (What to do about it) I'm lost and gone forever (Without you I'm drowning) Now has turned to never (Gotta let me go) Just let me go I'm just slipping away down the coast And I'm so far away from home Never returning Paradise burning Feeling so alone Strangers looking through me like A ghost And I'm so far away from home Never returning Paradise burning And it fills my lungs It couldn't get any better As it fills my lungs I'm falling into the fire I'm just slipping away down the coast And I'm so far away from home Never returning Paradise burning Feeling so alone I'm just slipping away down the coast And I'm so far away from home Never returning Paradise burning Feeling so alone Strangers looking through me like A ghost And I'm so far away from home Never returning Paradise burning ______________________ The last 3 lines really hit home for me. My life is constantly changing, and this song only represents that.
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05-11-2008, 10:36 PM
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The Cinematic Orchestra - All Things to All Men
And now it seems
as if we're used to the shegree We made our beds and now we hate where these beds be Took nothing at all to part this Red Sea I'm a shackled child singing the good song of Freedom They've got no pride they interrupt our grieving Tear drop dropping for the pain of the world My best friend dies when she was just a young girl Left me here, to fend for myself Now the pain never leaves We just learn to cope so when the devil needs haning will you tie up the rope and shout PULL! Let's put an end to this bull zen thing How many years before we pratice what we preach How many years before we truly clinch the peak Only to find that there is no honey on the moon Official goon with the unofficial croon I'm All Things to All Men All of the Women All the Children Just say when and I'll take you to my Tardis Who's the Hardest Who's the Hardest 16 bar cycles heart felt recital from the wacky blacky man they should have called me Michael Look at the monster you make look at the monster you pay But you claim no responsibility cause it's each to his self in these times that we live Does God have a sense of humour then the joke's on us Cause we're chasing our tails for how long The tussle makes us how strong vintage poor people fun If we could ease up on these booze and fags then, just maybey life wouldn't be so mad Be a man my dad said but what the hell he know he lost his dreams he lost his flow And I don't wanna be alone I'm born King so where's my throne I'm too intense I'm too deep I'm too nice for life So what makes this place so nervous? I'm All Things to All Men All of the Women All the Children Just say when and I'll take you to my Tardis Who's the Hardest Who's the Hardest Look at the monster you make look at the monster you pay But you claim no responsibility but you claim not We're searching for Jezus but I'll be damned if I'll be crucified by 10,000 spies compulsive lies They Hate Me They Love Me They Hate Me Cause I'm All Things to All Men, All of the Women, All the Children Just say when and I'll take you to my Tardis Who's the Hardest, Who's the Hardest
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05-12-2008, 02:47 AM
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Peter Sinfield-Still
Still I wonder how it is to be a stream,
From a dark well constant flowing, Winding seawards over ancient mossy wheels Yet feel no need of knowing? Still I wonder how it is to be a tree, Circled servant to the seasons, Only drink on sky and rake the winter wind And need no seal of reasons? Still I wonder why I wonder why I'm here All my words just the shaft of my flail As I race o'er this beautiful sphere Like a dog who his chasing his . . . Tailors and tinkers, princes and Incas, Sailors and sinkers, before me and like me . . . Still I wonder how it is to be a bird, Singing each dawns sweet effusions; Flying far away when all the world has stirred Yet seek no vain conclusions . . . . . . Still I wonder if I passed some time ago As a bird, or a stream, or a tree? To mount up high you first must sink down low Like the changeable tides of the Caesars and Pharoahs, prophets and heroes, Poets and hobos, before me and after me all the Painters and dancers, mountainside chancers, Merchants and gamblers, bankers and ramblers, Winners and losers, angels and boozers, Beatles and Bolans, raindrops and oceans, Kings, pawns and deacons, fainthearts and beacons, Caesars and Pharoahs . . . . . .
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A witty saying proves nothing. -Voltaire 
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05-12-2008, 04:18 AM
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How a Resurrection Really Feels-The Hold Steady
her parents named her halleluiah, the kids all called her holly. if she scared you then she's sorry. she's been stranded at these parties. these parties they start lovely but they get druggy and they get ugly and they get bloody. the priest just kinda laughed. the deacon caught a draft. she crashed into the easter mass with her hair done up in broken glass. she was limping left on broken heels. when she said father can i tell yr congregation how a resurrection really feels? holly was a hoodrat. now you finally know that. she's been disappeared for years. today she finally came back. she said: st. louis had enslaved me. i guess santa ana saved me. st. peter had me on the queue. the st. paul saints they waved me thru. i was all wrapped up in some video booth. when i heard her say i love you too. she said i've laid beneath my lovers but i've never gotten laid. some nites she felt protected. some nites she felt afraid. she spent half last winter justa trying to get paid. from some guy she'd originally thought to be her saviour. they wrote her name in magic marks. on stopsigns and subway cars. they got a mural up on e.13th. that said halleluiah rest in peace. halleluiah was a hoodrat. and now you finally know that. she's been disappeared for years. today she finally came back. walk on back. walk on back. she said don't turn me on again. i'd probably just go and get myself all gone again. holly was a sexy mess. she looked strung out but experienced. so we all got kind of curious.
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Last edited by HoldSteady : 05-12-2008 at 04:25 AM.
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05-12-2008, 05:19 AM
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Wolves Behind Me - Lifestory:Monologue
I was in the sun, so proud and strong It didn't take long for the clouds to grey And the rain to break my shield Oh help me stand! It was the lightning that cut my heal Hold me in the wind, my friend It's time to let my hair down again I've been the prisoner of winter I've never made a sound But I'm not Holding my breath now I will lift my head, to the early sun. I will stand on edge and I will shout "I am a (wo)man of faith, love and hate! Try and break me, try and break me now!" I'll be where you can't find me Standing still in a field, wolves behind me Oh! Please just leave me be I have a feeling I won't be seen Quiet just for a little bit more We'll be the stones on the shore Calm and silent, so proud and strong Silent and calm, oh, so proud and strong Let's go home today Back to where the wind, will always sway our way I will lift my head, to the early sun I will stand on edge and I will shout "I am a (wo)man of faith, love and hate! Try and break me, try and break me now!" Quiet just for a little bit more…
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Don't gain the world and lose your soul, wisdom is better than silver or gold.
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05-12-2008, 08:13 AM
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Easy Star All-Stars - Climbing Up The Walls
I am the key to the lock in your house That keeps your toys in the basement, And if you get too far inside You'll only see my reflection. It's always best with the covers up I am the pick in the ice, Do not cry out or hit the alarm, You know we're friends till we die. And either way you turn I'll be there, Open up your skull, I'll be there Climbing up the walls. It's always best when the light is off, it's always better on the outside, Fifteen blows to the back of your head Fifteen blows to the skull. So lock the kids up safe tonight, And shut the eyes in the cupboard I've got the smile of a local man Who's got the loneliest feeling. That either way you turn, I'll be there Open up your skull and I'll be there Climbing up the walls Climbing up the walls.
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05-12-2008, 09:51 PM
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THE RAIN SONG - Zeppelin
This is the springtime of my loving- The second season I am to know You are the sunlight in my growing- So little warmth Ive felt before. It isnt hard to feel me glowing- I watched the fire that grew so low. It is the summer of my smiles- Flee from me keepers of the gloom. Speak to me only with your eyes It is to you I give this tune. Aint so hard to recognize- These things are clear to all from Time to time. Talk talk- Ive felt the coldness of my winter I never thought it would ever go I cursed the gloom that set upon us... But I know that I love you so But I know that I love you so. These are the seasons of emotion And like the winds they rise and fall This is the wonder of devotion- I see the torch we all must hold. This is the mystery of the quotient- Upon us all a little rain Must fall. Just a little rain? Ooh, yeah yeah yeah...
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Take me, I am the drug; Take me, I am hallucinogenic. - Salvador Dali
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05-12-2008, 10:06 PM
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dedicate dedicate, hu
this one right here, goes out to my homie with a dream, naw mean He said, "I write what i see write to make it right don't like where i be i'd like to make it like the sites on TV quite the great life so nice and easy". see, now you can still die from that but it's better than not being alive from straps, agreed. A Mead notebook and a Bic that clicked when it's pushed in a wack ass beat. thats a track that's week that he got last week cause everybody in the Stu was like thats that heat. A bass heavy melody with a sample from the 70's with a screwed up hook that went "Stack that cheese". something, something, something "stack that cheese" mother, sister, cousin "Stack that cheese" he couldn't think of nothing "Stack that cheese" he turns down the beat writers block impedes. crying from the next room a baby in need of some pampers and some food and a place to sleep that plus a black cadillac on D's is what keeps them on track to be a great M.C. yea yea (echoes) one you've never heard of, I push it hard to further, the grind life feel like murder, but hip hop has saved me. one you've never heard of, I push it hard to further, the grind life feel like murder, but hip hop has saved my life. reps north side so he rocks them braids eleven hundred friends on his myspace page "Stack that cheese" got 700 plays producer made him take it down said he had to pay. open mic champ two weeks and a row ex D boy with a B boy flow glow like LeRoy you should see boy go got a daddy surving life and a brother on the road. best homie in the grave tatted up while in the cage Minute Maid got his mamma working like a slave. down baby mamma who he really had to honor cause she was his biggest fan even let him use the Honda to, drive up to Dallas with and open up for amauters let him keep a debit card so he could put gas in it told her when he get on he gon' take her to the gallery and buy everything but the manicans. ya digg (echoes) one you've never heard of, I push it hard to further, the grind life feel like murder, but hip hop has saved me. one you've never heard of, I push it hard to further, the grind life feel like murder, but hip hop has saved my life. his man called said "your time might be now, they played your freestyle over 'Wipe me Down' they played it two times said it might be crowned as the best thing out of H town in a while". he picked up his son with a great big smile rapped every single word to the new born child then he put him down and went back to the kitchen and then put on another beat and got back to the mission to get his momma out the hood put her somewhere in the woods keep his lady looking good have her rolling like she should. show his homies there's a way other than that flippin yay bail his homie out of jail put a lawyer on his case. throw a concert for the schools show to shoulder cause that is cool. throw some candy on the cadi chunk the duce and act a fool. man it feels good when it happens like that two days from going back to selling crack yesssirr (echoes) one you've never heard of, I push it hard to further, the grind life feel like murder, but hip hop has saved me. one you've never heard of, I push it hard to further, the grind life feel like murder, but hip hop has saved my life.
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Wanna clean your pipe? Fuck you apparently the mods don't like my helpful link.
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05-12-2008, 10:11 PM
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rjd2 - 1976
the lack of lyrics opens up a free avenue into oneself. when there are lyrics i feel it goes into a specific idea the artist wants to speak about.
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Barack Obama stating that he would try to make Comcast's filtering of BitTorrent illegal. - wikipedia
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05-17-2008, 04:28 PM
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This singer/ guitarist died shortly after the release of this album, it's from the 70's. I remembered it in a dream, and looked on youtube and behold, it lives!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=poaCoVxNmq4&NR=1 Armageddon- Silver Tightrope I close my eyes to worldly skies, I leave behind the day And deep within me I shall begin to chase my thoughts away... As loved ones call me to their side, their strength flows into me To cast me out of sorrows blindness into eternity... I thought I heard them softly crying, The voices of the sphere's As light years flash, forever falling Away from waking fears I reach out, try to touch the passing Of beings bathed in light But they just smile, their eyes not asking To see beyond their sight I thought I saw the candle bearers On their way to the beyond Beckon to me from the future To come and join the throng I stepped upon the silver tightrope Balancing beliefs And wings unfurling with a new hope I left behind my grief
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05-17-2008, 04:40 PM
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I have come curiously close to the end, down
Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole, Defeated, I concede and Move closer I may find comfort here I may find peace within the emptiness How pitiful It's calling me... And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping The moon tells me a secret - my confidant As full and bright as I am This light is not my own and A million light reflections pass over me Its source is bright and endless She resuscitates the hopeless Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt Don't wanna be down here feeding my narcissism. I must crucify the ego before it's far too late I pray the light lifts me out Before I pine away. So crucify the ego, before it's far too late To leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical, And you will come to find that we are all one mind Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable. Just let the light touch you And let the words spill through And let them pass right through Bringing out our hope and reason ... before we pine away.
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