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« Reply #870 on: October 23, 2005, 05:16:00 PM »

Deer Dance - System of a Down

Round, round
Circumventing circuses
lamenting in protest
to visible police
presence sponsored fear
batallions of riot police
with rubber bullet kisses
baton courtesy
service with a smile
Beyond the staples center you can see America
with it's tired poor avenging disgrace
peaceful loving youth against the brutality
of plastic existence
pushing little children
with their fully automatics
they like to push the weak around
pushing little children
with their fully automatics
they like to push the weak around
round, round
A rush of words
pleading to disperse
upon your naked walls, alive
A political call
the fall guy accord
we can't afford to be neutral on a moving train
Beyond the staples center you can see America
with it's tired poor avenging disgrace
peaceful loving youth against the brutality
of plastic existence
pushing little children
with their fully automatics
they like to push the weak around
pushing little children
with their fully automatics
they like to push the weak around
push them around
A deer dance, invitation to peace
war staring you in the face, dressed in black
with a helmet, fierce
trained and appropriate for the malcontents
for the disproportioned malcontents.
The little boy smiled, it'll all be well
The little boy smiled, it'll all be well
Pushing little children
with their fully automatics
they like to push the weak around
Pushing little children
with their fully automatics
they like to push the weak around
Push the weak around
Push the weak around
Push the weak around
They like to push the weak around.
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« Reply #871 on: October 26, 2005, 01:19:09 AM »

this song is just badass

Kashmir - Led Zepplin

Whoa, let the sun beat down upon my face
And stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space
To be where I have been
T' sit with elders of the gentle race
This world has seldom seen
Th' talk of days for which they sit and wait
All will be revealed

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace
Whose sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate
The story was quite clear
Whoa-hoh, whoa-wa-oh

Oooh, oh baby, I been flyin'
Lord, yeah, mama, there ain't no denyin'
Oh, oooh yes, I've been flying
Mama, mama, ain't no denyin', no denyin'

Oh, all I see turns to brown
As the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand
As I scan this wasted land
Tryin' to find, tryin' to find where I beeeeeuhoaoh

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
Like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place
Yellow desert stream
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon
Will return again
Sure as the dust that floats b'hind you
When movin' through Kashmir

Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails
Across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face
'Long the straits of fear
Whaoh, whaoh
Whaoh-oh, oh

Ohhhh

Well, when I want, when I'm on my way, yeah
When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah

Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, yes
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, so down
Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there

Oh, oh, come on, come on
Oh, let me take you there
Let me take you there
Whoo-ooh, yeah-yeah, whoo-ooh, yeah-yeah, let me take you
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« Reply #872 on: October 26, 2005, 01:46:11 AM »

Mo' Money, Mo' Problems - Notorious B.I.G.


Now, who's hot who not
Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores
You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop
Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down
to the tube sock, the same ol pimp
Mase, you know ain't nuttin change but my limp
Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp
Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love
You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up
We don't play around it's a bet lay it down
nigga didn't know me ninety-one bet they know me now
I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound
Can't no Ph.D. niggaz hold me down, Cooter
schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie
True pimp niggaz spend no dough on the booty
And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie
 

I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see

Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y
know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly
I call all the shots
Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks
Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin now's
when all the ballin stops, nigga never
home gotta call me on the yacht
Ten years from now we'll still be on top
Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop
Now whatcha gonna do when it's cool
bag a money much longer than yours
and a team much stronger than yours, violate me
this'll be your day, we don't play
Mess around be D.O.A., be on your way
Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here
for you to shine here, deal with many women
but treat dimes fair, and I'm
bigger than the city lights down in Times Square
Yeah, yeah yeah

I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
 



Uhh, uhhh
B.I.G., P-O, P-P-A
No info, for the, DEA
Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant
Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement
My team supreme, stay clean
Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that
cat you see at all events bent
Gats in holsters girls on shoulders
Playboy, I told ya, bein mice to me
Bruise too much, I lose, too much
Step on stage the girls boo too much
I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much
Me lose my touch, never that
If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat
Where the true players at?
Throw your Rollies in the sky
Wave em side to side and keep your hands high
While I give your girl the eye, player please
Lyrically, niggaz see, B.I.G.
be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune
Five double oh, here's my phone number
Your man ain't got to know, I got to go
Got the flow down pizat, platinum plus
Like thizat, dangerous
on trizack, leave your ass blizzack

I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see

What's goin on?
What's goin on?
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see

 
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« Reply #873 on: October 26, 2005, 06:16:55 PM »

Noekk - How Fortunate the Man with None

You saw sagacious solomon
You know what came of him,
To him complexities seemed plain.
He cursed the hour that gave birth to him
And saw that everything was vain.
How great and wise was solomon.
The world however did not wait
But soon observed what followed on.
It’s wisdom that had brought him to this state.
How fortunate the man with none.

You saw courageous caesar next
You know what he became.
They deified him in his life
Then had him murdered just the same.
And as they raised the fatal knife
How loud he cried: you too my son!
The world however did not wait
But soon observed what followed on.
It’s courage that had brought him to that state.
How fortunate the man with none.

You heard of honest socrates
The man who never lied:
They weren’t so grateful as you’d think
Instead the rulers fixed to have him tried
And handed him the poisoned drink.
How honest was the people’s noble son.
The world however did not wait
But soon observed what followed on.
It’s honesty that brought him to that state.
How fortunate the man with none.

Here you can see respectable folk
Keeping to god’s own laws.
So far he hasn’t taken heed.
You who sit safe and warm indoors
Help to relieve out bitter need.
How virtuously we had begun.
The world however did not wait
But soon observed what followed on.
It’s fear of God that brought us to that state.
How fortunate the man with none.
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« Reply #874 on: October 27, 2005, 04:54:41 AM »

Dichterleibe by Robert Schumann.  Translated from the original German, but nevertheless still beautiful (when sung with the piano accompaniment)

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No. 1 Im wunderschönen Monat Mai
In the lovely month of May, when all the buds were breaking into bloom, love rose up in my heart.
In the lovely month of May, when all the birds were singing, I told her of my love and longing.

 No. 2  Aus meinen Tränen 
From my tears there will spring many a flower in bloom; my sighs become a choir of nightingales.
And if you love me, little one, I’ll give you all the flowers; and the song of the nightingale should be heard at your window.

No. 3 Die Rose, die Lilie
The rose, the lily, the dove, the sun, I loved them all once in the bliss of love.  I love them no longer, I love her alone, my little sweet gentle love, my own one; she herself is the source of all love, she is rose and lily, dove and sun.

No. 4 Wenn ich in dein Augen seh
When I look into your eyes all my sorrow and pain vanish; when I kiss your lips I am healed and whole again; when I lay my head on your breast the bliss of Heaven steals over me.  But when you say ‘I love you” I cannot choose but weep bitterly.
 
No. 5  Ich will meine Seele tauchen
Let me plunge my soul into the chalice of the lily.  Then the lily will resound and breathe a song of my beloved.
The song will tremble and quicken like the kiss her mouth once gave me in a magically sweet hour.
 
 No. 6 Im Rhein, im heiligen Strome
In the holy river Rhine there is mirrored the great holy city of Cologne with its great Cathedral.
In the cathedral there is a picture painted on golden leather; into the wilderness of my life it came smiling in like sunshine.
Flowers and angels float round Our Lady; her eyes, her lips, her cheeks are just like my beloved’s.
 
No. 7  Ich grolle nicht
I shall not chide you, though my heart break; oh love forever lost, I shall not chide.
What though you shine in the splendour of diamonds; no ray falls into the night of your heart, that I have long known.
 
No. 8  Und  wüssten’s die Blumen
If only the little flowers knew how deeply wounded my heart is, they would weep with me to heal my pain.
And if the nightingales knew how sad and ill I am, they would make the air ring with song to restore me.
And if the golden stars knew my sorrow they would come down from the sky and comfort me.
But none of these can know my grief; it is known to one alone, and she it is who has torn my heart asunder.
 
No. 9 Das ist ein Flöten and Geigen
There’s a blowing of flutes and a scraping of fiddles, with trumpets blaring in; my own true love must be dancing there at her wedding feast.
And among all this tinkling and booming, this pounding and puffing, you can still hear the angels weep.

No. 10  Hör ich das Liedchen klingen
When I hear the song that once my true love sang, my heart seems to burst with a wild leap of pain.
A dark longing drives me out to the high woods; and there my overwhelming grief finds its relief in tears.

No. 11 Ein Jüngling liebt ein Mädchen
A boy loves a girl who prefers another; but he in turn loves another and marries her.  So the girl, out of pique, marries the first man that comes along, and the boy takes it badly.
It’s an old story, yet always a new one; and when it happens to someone it breaks his heart.

 
No. 12   Am leuchtenden Sommermorgen
On a bright summer morning I go walking in the garden.  The flowers talk and whisper together, but I walk in silence.
The flowers talk and whisper together and look up at me in sympathy - ‘Be no angry with our sister, you sad pale man.’

 
No. 13   Ich hab’ im Traum geweinet
I wept in my dream; I dreamed; I dreamed you were lying in your grave.  I woke, and my cheeks were still wet with tears.
I wept in my dream; I dreamed you had left me.  I woke and went on weeping bitterly for a long time.
I wept in my dream; I dreamed you were still in love with me.  I woke, and yet my tears were still flowing.

No. 14   Allnächtlich im Traume
Every night in my dream I see you and your friendly smile of welcome; and I sob aloud and throw myself down at your sweet feet.
You look at me sadly, and shake your fair head; from your eyes steal teardrops of pearl.
You whisper a soft word and hand me a wreath of cypress; I awake, and the wreath is gone and I cannot recall the word you spoke.
 
No. 15   Aus alten Märchen
From old fairytales a white hand waves; there are sounds and songs of a magic land where brightly coloured flowers bloom in the golden light of evening, and glow sweet and fragrant with a face like a bride’s.  There, green trees sing ancient melodies, and in them the winds echo mysteriously and the birds trill for joy; and misty shapes rise from the very ground and dance airy dances in strange chorus; and blue sparks burn on every leaf and twig, and red lights run wildfire all around; and singing springs gush from wild cliffs of marble, and strange reflections shine in the streams.
Oh, if only I could reach that land, and set my heart at ease, and be relieved of all pain, and know freedom and joy.  Oh, that land of delight, often I see it in dream; but with the morning sun it blows away like a drift of foam.
 

No. 16   Die alten bösen Lieder
The old wicked songs, the grim wicked dreams, let us now bury them, bring me a great coffin.  I have much to lay to rest in it, though I shall not yet say what; it must be even bigger than the great vat at Heidelberg.  And bring me a bier made of tough thick timber; it must be even longer than the bridge at Mainz.  And bring me twelve giants; they must be even stronger than the strong St. Christopher in Cologne cathedral on the Rhine.
They are to carry the coffin away and sink it deep in the sea; so large a coffin needs a great grave.  Do you know why it is that the coffin will have to be so huge and heavy?  I am burying in it my love and pain.
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« Reply #875 on: October 27, 2005, 12:52:27 PM »

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And it feels right this time
On this crash course we're in the big time
Pay no mind to the distant thunder
Beauty fills his head with wonder, boy
Says it feels right this time
Turn around, found new high lights
Good day to be alive sir
Good day to be alive, he said

Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just a freight train coming your way
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just the freight train coming your way

Don't it feel right like this
All the pieces fall to his wish
Suck up for that quick reward boy
Suck up for that quick reward they said

Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just a freight train coming your way
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just the freight train coming your way
It's coming your way, It's coming your way, yeah!
Here comes

(solo)

Yeah, Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just a freight train coming your way, yeah, yeah!
Then it comes to be, yeah, yeah!
Then it comes to be, yeah, yeah!
Then it comes to be, yeah, yeah!
Then it comes to be, yeah!
Then it comes to be, yeah, yeah!
Then it comes to be, yeah!
Then it comes to be, yeah, yeah!
Then it comes to be, yeah!
 
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« Reply #876 on: October 27, 2005, 12:59:36 PM »

Demilich - The Cry


From a tangled dream
you awake because of a silent cry
A cry from somewhere outside
your mind and your comprehension

Somehow attractive like the call
of sirens leading you to your death
The cry makes you leave your home
and walk towards your painful end

All people gathered around
the monument of endlessness
The flying tears and the sound
detach your mind and flesh

Without warning the tears turn into blood
and crying stops, ear-ripping screaming starts
You feel only pain like everyone else
until your head and brain blow away...

Everything Demilich have ever recorded is available here on the off chance anyone like poorly produced death metal. They strongly dislike their record label. =>.
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« Reply #877 on: October 29, 2005, 03:50:08 AM »

Mourning - Tantric

Is there something that you’re trying to say
Don't hold back now
It's been a long time since I felt this way
So don't hold back now

I purposely forgot about
Loving anyone
Cause I'm the only one who has
Who has been stepped upon

Is there something that you’re trying to say
Cause I can take it
Cause I grew up a man this way
I'm hurt I'll shake it

I'll crawl back into my cave
That's how I'll make it
Cause out of all this hurt we have
Beauty thus become
Beauty thus become

[Chorus:]
In the mourning I can see the sights
No wonder I could never keep you satisfied
In the mourning I can see inside
Myself and all the things that you were trying to hide
[Repeat]

Wishing all the best for you
And now I’ll say goodbye
Cause all the "lies" that we've been through
Put wisdom in my eyes

So walk away, don't turn around
Cause I won't be standing here
Cause all the lies that I've been living through
Are becoming very clear
And beauty thus become
Oh yeah, ah

[Chorus]

Then you conned me into thinking
That all I had was you
The small insinuations
Were cutting me through
Cutting me through

And now I stand alone here
Stronger than before
And I'll never go back
Never go back
Never go
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« Reply #878 on: November 01, 2005, 04:54:23 AM »

Do these posts have some sort of a size limit?  
I got some laughs out of this Tongue

Alice's Restaurant
By Arlo Guthrie


This song is called Alice's Restaurant, and it's about Alice, and the
restaurant, but Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant,
that's just the name of the song, and that's why I called the song Alice's
Restaurant.

You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant

Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years ago on
Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the
restaurant, but Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the
church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and
Fasha the dog. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of
room downstairs where the pews used to be in.  Havin' all that room,
seein' as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn't
have to take out their garbage for a long time.

We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it'd be
a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump.  So
we took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW
microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed
on toward the city dump.

Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the
dump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving."  And we had never heard of a dump
closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off
into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage.

We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the
side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the
cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile
is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we
decided to throw our's down.

That's what we did, and drove back to the church, had a thanksgiving
dinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep and didn't get up until the
next morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie.  He said, "Kid,
we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of
garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it." And
I said, "Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope
under that garbage."

After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone we
finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down
and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the
police officer's station.  So we got in the red VW microbus with the
shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the
police officer's station.

Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at
the police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for
being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn't very likely, and
we didn't expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out
and told us never to be see driving garbage around the vicinity again,
which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer's station
there was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we was
both immediately arrested.  Handcuffed.  And I said "Obie, I don't think I
can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on."  He said, "Shut up, kid.
Get in the back of the patrol car."

And that's what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the
quote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the town of
Stockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they got three stop
signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the
Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars,
being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to
get in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds of
cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer's station.
They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and
they took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles
and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each
one was to be used as evidence against us.  Took pictures of the approach,
the getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that's not to
mention the aerial photography.

After the ordeal, we went back to the jail.  Obie said he was going to put
us in the cell.  Said, "Kid, I'm going to put you in the cell, I want your
wallet and your belt."  And I said, "Obie, I can understand you wanting my
wallet so I don't have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you
want my belt for?"  And he said, "Kid, we don't want any hangings."  I
said, "Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?"
Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out the
toilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he took
out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars roll out the - roll the
toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape.  Obie
was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice
(remember Alice? It's a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a few
nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back
to the church, had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat,
and didn't get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court.

We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten
colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back
of each one, sat down.  Man came in said, "All rise."  We all stood up,
and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he
sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the
twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows
and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog.
And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles
and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry,
'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American
blind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, and the
judge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each
one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us.  And
we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but thats not
what I came to tell you about.

Came to talk about the draft.

They got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street,
where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected,
neglected and selected.  I went down to get my physical examination one
day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so
I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning.  `Cause I wanted to
look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted
to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York,
and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all
kinds o' mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gave
me a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604."

And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill.  I mean, I wanna, I
wanna kill.  Kill.  I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and
guts and veins in my teeth.  Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,
KILL, KILL."  And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and
he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down
yelling, "KILL, KILL."  And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,
sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."

Didn't feel too good about it.

Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections,
detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doin' to me
at the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours, four
hours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nasty
ugly things and I was just having a tough time there, and they was
inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no
part untouched.  Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the
last man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there,
and I walked up and said, "What do you want?"  He said, "Kid, we only got
one question. Have you ever been arrested?"

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice's Restaurant Massacre,
with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all
the phenome... - and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, did you ever
go to court?"

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten
colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on
the back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, I want
you to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W .... NOW kid!!"

And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is, Group W's
where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after
committing your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly
looking people on the bench there.  Mother rapers.  Father stabbers.  Father
rapers!  Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me!  And
they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on the
bench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest
father raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean 'n' ugly
'n' nasty 'n' horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to me
and said, "Kid, whad'ya get?"  I said, "I didn't get nothing, I had to pay
$50 and pick up the garbage."  He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?"
And I said, "Littering."  And they all moved away from me on the bench
there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I
said, "And creating a nuisance."  And they all came back, shook my hand,
and we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, mother stabbing,
father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the
bench.  And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of
things, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it
up and said.

"Kids, this-piece-of-paper's-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna-
know-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-
you-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting-
officer's-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say", and talked for
forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had
fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there,
and I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it
down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the
pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the
other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on
the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the
following words:

("KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?")

I went over to the sargent, said, "Sargeant, you got a lot a damn gall to
ask me if I've rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I'm
sittin' here on the bench, I mean I'm sittin here on the Group W bench
'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough join the army, burn women,
kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug."  He looked at me and
said, "Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send you fingerprints
off to Washington."

And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a
study in black and white of my fingerprints.  And the only reason I'm
singing you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar
situation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in a
situation like that there's only one thing you can do and that's walk into
the shrink wherever you are ,just walk in say "Shrink, You can get
anything you want, at Alice's restaurant.".  And walk out.  You know, if
one person, just one person does it they may think he's really sick and
they won't take him.  And if two people, two people do it, in harmony,
they may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them.
And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in
singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. They may think it's an
organization.  And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I said
fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and
walking out.  And friends they may thinks it's a movement.

And that's what it is , the Alice's Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement, and
all you got to do to join is sing it the next time it come's around on the
guitar.

With feeling.  So we'll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and
sing it when it does.  Here it comes.

You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

That was horrible.  If you want to end war and stuff you got to sing loud.
I've been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it
for another twenty five minutes.  I'm not proud... or tired.

So we'll wait till it comes around again, and this time with four part
harmony and feeling.

We're just waitin' for it to come around is what we're doing.

All right now.

You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Excepting Alice
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

Da da da da da da da dum
At Alice's Restaurant
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« Reply #879 on: November 01, 2005, 10:23:12 PM »

ROFL that song is awesome smi!  LOL  
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« Reply #880 on: November 01, 2005, 11:06:19 PM »

I was told that the live version is the better then the recording...
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« Reply #881 on: November 02, 2005, 01:05:58 AM »

Arch Enemy - Black Earth

Across the lake of fire
Through the desserts of decay
The flames are burning higher
In this land of death you're easy prey

Black Earth
Save - Our - Souls

Looking back in anger
At the twentieth century
Tormented we surrender
In artificial serenity

Twisted, torn and burnt
Violation of the crust
Man got what man deserved
Turned the future into dust

Black Earth
Save - Our - Souls

A millenary failure
The dark age has returned
Waiting for a miracle
To save the common herd

In a century of darkness
The horror spreads within -
As our planet stops to turn
All hope is lost for man

Black Earth
Save - Our - Souls
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« Reply #882 on: November 04, 2005, 02:15:47 AM »

that song sound hilarious LOL

Put That Woman First- Jaheim

Oooh...ooh...ooh...ooh... (Yeah)
If they gleam in the sun
while they spin and they fit on my truck then {I could remember}
And if it came in the sack
No stems no seeds in the bag girl {I could remember}

And if they drip from my wrist and they look like they shine like new then
{I could remember}
But Ohhh girl
I forgot to be your lover

If it wasn't for the 9 to 5
Double-up overtime then {I could remember}
If it wasn't for the Sunday all star
weekend games girl {I could remember}

And if it wasn't for the dough
Gettin fifty g's a show girl ya know that {I could remember}
But silly me, silly me
Ohhh
Tell me how could I ever forget to be your lover

Now I realize that you need love too (Oh, yeah)
Spend my life makin' love to you
Oh, girl
Oh, I forgot to be your lover

When she starts bringin' up old dirt
And the fights keep getting worse (Oh, brother)
Findin' numbers in her purse
Better put that woman first (Yeah)

And you know she ain't wearin' her ring (Oh, no)
When she starts playin' little games
Comin' in late from work
You better put that woman first

If it wasn't for the make up on my shirt
Still I'd be chasin' skirts then {I could remember}
And if it wasn't for that fight last night
You smashin out my headlights then {I could remember}

If it wasn't for parole
Steady duckin' my P O girl you know {I could remember}
But silly me, silly me, babe
Tell me how could I ever forget to be your lover

Now I realize that you need love too
Spend my life makin' love to you
Oh, girl
Oh, I forgot to be your lover

When she starts bringin' up old dirt (Bringin' up old shhhh)
And the fights keep getting worse
(Oh...oh...oh...oh...)
Findin' numbers in her purse (I'm tellin' you, brother)
Better put that woman first (You better put your woman first)

And you know she ain't wearin' her ring (Oh, yeah)
When she starts playin' little games (I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm tellin' you, brother)
Comin' in late from work
You better put that woman first (Put that woman first)

{So many times} Actin like it wasn't really nothin'
{So many ways} Kept to myself, always runnin'
{So many games} All that I sin
{So many words} I need you to stay
{Always came first} Even though sometimes fallin'
second
{Came down to love} You know I had to win the last race
{Spend some time} Put in some work
{And for better or worse} Always put that woman first

When she starts bringin' up old dirt
And the fights keep getting worse (Gettin' worse)
Findin' numbers in her purse (In her purse)
Better put that woman first (Put that woman first)

And you know she ain't wearin' her ring (Ooh, yeah)
When she starts playin' little games (Her little games)
Comin' in late from work (I'mma say it again)
You better put that woman first (Put that woman, put that woman first)

When she starts bringin' up old dirt
And the fights keep getting worse (She's gonna leave you)
Findin' numbers in her purse
Better put that woman first (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

And you know she ain't wearin' her ring (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
When she starts playin' little games (Yeah, yeah)
Comin' in late from work
You better put that woman first
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« Reply #883 on: November 12, 2005, 09:18:23 PM »

1349 - I Am Abomination

Hell fire,

I have always been here,
In all forms in all perversions,
I will always be here,
In all ways in all times,

A question in hiding,
An answer in disguise,
I know no bounds,
Like a locust storm I rise,

Leprous hell-world,
My world,
Night world,

Blood coated,
World despoiler,
The master of a devil's march,

I have crossed the infernal wastelands,
To plant my flag amongst your bones,

Rising like a broken bone,
Through a sea of flesh,
This world is given..

I have got paths yet to tread,
I Am Abomination,

There is a rot within me,
The flames lick through your veins,
The abhorrent mark descending,
Abomination crawling near,

The absolute inhuman,
I have the abhorrent mark,
My touch like hell's fire,
I Am Abomination.
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« Reply #884 on: November 18, 2005, 04:02:53 PM »

TO the tune of Louis Armstong's original..

The Meads of Asphodel - Wonderful World

I see newborn graves
Dirt dimmed with steam
Open womb flesh
Death and disease

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

I see ethnic cleansing
Pain beyond belief
Whole nations murdered
Sorrow and grief

And I think to myself what a wonderful world

The silhouettes of murder
So pretty in the sky
Where rapists stair and wonder
At children passing by
I see friends shaking hands
Saying ‘How do you do’
But they’re really saying
Hey, Fuck you!

I see men talking peace
Words full of shit
Eyes welled with war
Poison and deceit

And I think to my self what a wonderful world

Yeh
I think to my self, what a wonderful world.
Oh yeh.
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