[BasketofPuppies]

Figured it was about time for a new one.

Epic
by Faith No More

Can you feel it, see it, hear it today?
If you can't, then it doesn't matter anyway
You will never understand it cuz it happens too fast
And it feels so good, it's like walking on glass
It's so cool, it's so hip, it's alright
It's so groovy, it's outta sight
You can touch it, smell it, taste it so sweet
But it makes no difference cuz it knocks you off your feet

You want it all but you can't have it

It's cryin', bleedin', lying on the floor
So you lay down on it and you do it some more
You've got to share it, so you dare it
Then you bare it and you tear it

You want it all but you can't have it
It's in your face but you can't grab it

It's alive, afraid, a lie, a sin
It's magic, it's tragic, it's a loss, it's a win
It's dark, it's moist, it's a bitter pain
It's sad it happened and it's a shame

You want it all but you can't have it
It's in your face but you can't grab it

What is it?
It's it
What is it?...

[demograph68]

Artist: Siouxsie And The Banshees
Album: The Scream
Song: Mirage

I'm just a vision on your TV screen
Just something conjured from a dream
Seen thro' your x-ray eyes,
A see-thro' scene

The image is no images
It's not what it seems.

My limbs are like palm trees
Swaying in no breeze
My body's an oasis
To drink from as you please
I'm not seeing what I'm meant to believe in
Your non excuse for human being.

It's not plain to see
That I'm playing with me
A photo-fit of loose ends, framed in 3-D
Seen thro' your x-ray eyes,
A see-thro' scene

The image is no images
It's not what it seems

[Oisín]

What I'm currently listening to:

Song: Star�lfur
Artist: Sigur R�s
Album: �g�tis Byrjun (1999)

Bl� n�tt yfir himininn
Bl� n�tt yfir m�r
Horfa �t um gluggann minn me� hendur
Faldar undir kinn
Hugsum daginn minn, � dag og � g�r

Bl� n�ttf�tin kl��a mig �
Beint upp � r�m
Brei�i mj�ku s�ngina
Loka augunum
�g fel hausinn minn undir s�ng

Starir � m�r, litill �lfur
Leitir a� mig, en hreyfist ekki
�r sta� - sj�lfur
Star�lfur

Opna augun, st�rurnar �r
Teygi mig og tel (hvort �g s� ekki)
Kominn aftur og alltallt�l�
Samt vantar eitthva�
Eins og alla vegginna

Starir � m�r, litill �lfur
Leitir a� mig
�r sta� - sj�lfur
Yfir--

[Chris O'Brien]

Artist: Pink Floyd
Album: The Dark Side Of The Moon
Song: The Great Gig In The Sky

Waaaaaaaaahhhhhhhaaaaaaahhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhhhh

Et Cetera.

[demograph68]

Artist: Ramones
Album: Rocket To Russia
Song: Surfin' Bird

Well everybody's heard about the bird

Bird bird bird
Bird is the word

Don't you know about the bird
Well everybody knows that the bird is a word

Bird bird bird bird is a word

[MacGorilla]

"The Show Must Go On"
Queen
From the album Innuendo

The Show Must Go On
Words and music by Queen

Empty spaces - what are we living for
Abandoned places - I guess we know the score
On and on
Does anybody know what we are looking for

Another hero another mindless crime
Behind the curtain in the pantomime
Hold the line
Does anybody want to take it anymore

The show must go on
The show must go on
Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on

Whatever happens I'll leave it all to chance
Another heartache another failed romance
On and on
Does anybody know what we are living for
I guess I'm learning
I must be warmer now
I'll soon be turning round the corner now
Outside the dawn is breaking
But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free

The show must go on
The show must go on - yeah
Ooh inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on

Yeah, oh oh oh

My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die
I can fly - my friends

The show must go on - yeah
The show must go on
I'll face it with a grin
I'm never giving in
On with the show

I'll top the bill
I'll overkill
I have to find the will to carry on
On with the
On with the show

The show must go on, go on, go on, go on, ...

[dlefebvre]

Artist: Bad Religion
Album: Recipe for hate
Song: Struck A Nerve

there's an old man on a city bus
holding a candy cane
and it is'nt even christmas
he see's a note in the obituary
that his last friend has died

there's an inflant clinging
to his overweight mother in the cold
as they go to dhop for cigarettes
as the spends her last dollar
on a bottle of vodka for tonight

and i guess it struck a nerve
like i had to squint my eyes
you can never get out
of the line of sight
like a barren winter day
or a patch of unburned green
like a tragic real dream
i guess it struck a nerve

every day i wander
in negative disposition
as i'm bombarded by superlatives
realizing very well
that i am not alone

introverted
i look to tomorrow for salvation
but i'm thinking altruistcally
and a wave of overwhelming doubt
turns me to stone

and i guess it struck a nerve
like a nurnur trough my heart
we just haven't got time
to crack the maze
like a magic speeding clock
or a cancer in our cells
a collision in the dark
i guess it struck a nerve

i try to close my eyes
but i cannot ignore the stimuli
if theres a purpose for us all
it remains a secret to me
don't ask me to justify my life

i guess it struck a nerve

[Logic]

Originally posted by Ois�n:
What I'm currently listening to:

Song: Star�lfur
Artist: Sigur R�s
Album: �g�tis Byrjun (1999)

Great song and a great album. Just let me know if you want me to translate the lyrics

[Oisín]

Originally posted by Logic:
Great song and a great album. Just let me know if you want me to translate the lyrics

Actually, I would like to know what some parts mean (most of it I can understand, but some parts are too far from Danish)...

Like "Leitir a� mig, en hreyfist ekki �r sta� - sj�lfur". I'm not even sure "leitir" is the right word, but the lyrics I got from the Net say "hleypur" and that's definitely not right. But what does a� hreyfist mean? Edit: A� hreyfist or a� hreyfast? I never know...

Also, "teygi mig og tel (hvort �g s� ekki)"? What's a� telja? And "I [teygi] myself and count (where I am not)"???

Lastly, alltallt�l�? Sounds like it might mean "everything all right" or something like that, but I'm not sure... and alla vegginna - is that "all over, everywhere" or "all the walls" (or something completely different)?

[KrazyEvilGoat]

Standing by the fruit store on the corner
Once I heard a customer complain
You never seem to show
The fruit we all love so
That's why business hasn't been the same

I don't like your peaches they are full of stones
I like bananas because they have no bones
Dont give me tomatoes can't stand icecream cones
I like bananas because they have no bones

No matter where I go with Susie May or Anna
I want the world to know I must have my bananas
Cabbages and onions hurt my singing tones
I like bananas because they have no bones

[Logic]

Originally posted by Ois�n:
Actually, I would like to know what some parts mean (most of it I can understand, but some parts are too far from Danish)...

Like "Leitir a� mig, en hreyfist ekki �r sta� - sj�lfur". I'm not even sure "leitir" is the right word, but the lyrics I got from the Net say "hleypur" and that's definitely not right. But what does a� hreyfist mean? Edit: A� hreyfist or a� hreyfast? I never know...

Also, "teygi mig og tel (hvort �g s� ekki)"? What's a� telja? And "I [teygi] myself and count (where I am not)"???

Lastly, alltallt�l�? Sounds like it might mean "everything all right" or something like that, but I'm not sure... and alla vegginna - is that "all over, everywhere" or "all the walls" (or something completely different)?

A� hreyfast means "moving".

I'll listen to the song later tonight and try to find the correct word there. Leitir sounds just wrong and if I'm correct that isn't an Icelandic word. Hleypur means "running".

teygi mig og tel(hvort �g s� ekki) means "stretch myself and count (if I'm not)".

alltallt�l� should be allt allt � lagi and means everthing is all right.

alla veggina means all the walls.

Just ask if there's something else We Icelanders are more than willing to help our brothers in Denmark

[Logic]

2pac

"When Thugz Cry"

When thugs cry..
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my guns to keep
If I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
God as my witness, when thugs cry, too much is hard

[2Pac]
Born thuggin and lovin the way I came up
Big money clutchin, bustin while evadin cocaine busts
My pulse rushin, send my pulse into insanity
Shout at my cousin now we bustin if they yo' family
The coppers wanna see me buried, I ain't worried
I got a line on the D.A. cause I'm ****in his secretary
I black out and start cussin, bust 'em and touch 'em all
They panic and bitches duckin, I rush 'em and **** 'em all
I'll probably be an old man before I understand
why I had to live my life with pistols close at hand
Kidnapped my homey's sister, cut her face up bad
They even raped so we blazed they pad
Automatic shots rang out, on every block
They puttin hits out on politicians, even cops, I ain't lyin
They got me sleepin with my infrared beams
And in my dreams I hear mother****ers screamin
What is the meaning, when thugs cry?

[Chorus: singers]
Oh why, children send your child off to die
In the streets of chalk where they lie
Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry
Dear God..
Oh why, does it have to be this way, our
children of today won't stay wise
Let the children hear when thugs cry
Dear God.. oh why..

[("When thugs cry") on line 4, first time only]
[("thugs cry") on line 6, first time only]

[2Pac]
Heh.. maybe my addiction to friction got me buggin
Where is the love? Never quit my ambition to thug
Ain't shed a tear since the old school years of elementary
Niggaz I used to love, enclosed in penitentiaries
But still homey keep it real, how does it feel
to lose your life, over somethin that you did as a kid?
You all alone, no communication, block on the phone
Don't get along with yo' pop, and plus your moms is gone
Where did we go wrong? I put my soul in the song
to help us grow at times, but now our minds are gone
We went from brothers and sisters, to niggaz and bitches
We went from welfare livin, to worldwide riches
But somethin changed in this dirty game, everything's strange
Lost all my homies over cocaine.. mayne
See they ask me if I shed a tear, I ain't lie
See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

[Chorus]

[2Pac]
And all I see is these paranoid bitches, illegal adventures
Bustin mother****ers with uppercuts, I leave 'em with dentures
Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the Don
I write your name on a piece of paper, now your family's gone
Why perpetrate like you can handle my team?
So merciless that my attack'll take command of your dreams
Leavin mother****ers drownin in they own blood
Clownin takin pictures later
Laugh bout the punk bitches, that turned snitches
Regulate my area, the terror I represent
Makin yo' people disappear, you wonderin where they went?
Am I cold or is it just I sold my soul?
Addicted to these streets, never find true peace I'm told
Come take my body God, don't let me suffer any longer
Smoke a pound of marijuana, so I know it ain't long
Where is the end to all my misery, is there a close?
I suppose that's why I murder my foes, when thugs cry

[Chorus]

[2Pac over Chorus]
I shed tattooed tears for years
for my dead homeboys and my prison peers
Y'all ain't never heard my cries
Now you wonder why would you die?

[Chorus]

[wolfen]

Like you've had a hard day
now you're too tired to care
now you're too tired to care
you've had a hard day

Well across the fractured landscape
I see the same things
tired ideas, broken values
many with the notion
that to share is to lose
a hollow people bound by a lack
of imagination and too much looking back
without the courage
to give a new thing a chance
grounded by this ignorance

When the cat comes
we're just

birds without wings

David Gray, Birds Without Wings

[Logic]

2pac

Brenda's got a Baby
Brenda's got a Baby

I hear Brenda's got a baby
Well, Brenda's barely got a brain
A damn shame
Tha girl can hardly spell her name
(That's not her problem, that's up ta Brenda's family)
Well let me show ya how it affects tha whole community
Now Brenda never really knew her moms and her dad was a junky
Went in debt to his arms, it's sad
Cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know
Just cause your in tha ghetto doesn't mean ya can't grow
But oh, that's a thought, my own revelation
Do whatever it takes ta resist tha temptation
Brenda got herself a boyfriend
Her boyfriend was her cousin, now lets watch tha joy end
She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family
Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she
Went out and had a church of kids
As long as when tha check came they got first dibs
Now Brendas belly is gettin bigger
But no one seems ta notice any change in her figure
She's 12 years old and she's having a baby
In love with tha molester, who's sexing her crazy
And yet she thinks that he'll be with her forever
And dreams of a world with tha two of them are together, whatever
He left her and she had tha baby solo, she had it on tha bathroom floor
And didn't know so, she didn't know, what ta throw away and what ta keep
She wrapped tha baby up and threw him in tha trash heep
I guess she thought she'd get away
Wouldn't hear tha cries
She didn't realize
How much tha tha little baby had her eyes
Now tha babys in tha trash heep balling
Momma can't help her, but it hurts ta hear her calling
Brenda wants ta run away
Momma say, you makin' me lose pay, tha social workers here everyday
Now Brenda's gotta make her own way
Can't go to her family, they won't let her stay
No money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job
She tried ta sell crack, but end up getting robbed
So now what's next, there ain't nothin left ta sell
So she sees sex as a way of leavin hell
It's payin tha rent, so she really can't complain
Prostitute, fair slang, and Brenda's her name, she's got a baby

[Lateralus]

Artist: The Smashing Pumpkins.
Song: The Everlasting Gaze.
Album: Machina.

--------------------------------------------

You know I'm not dead
You know I'm you know I'm not dead
You know I'm not dead
You know I'm not dead

Now you know where I've been
As you sleep shine I am
Waiting down patiently
Born of love

You know I'm you know I'm not dead
I'm just living in my head
Forever waiting on the ways of your desire
You always find your way

And through it all into us all you move
Forgotten touch, forbidden thought
We can never, ever know

You know I'm not dead
You know I'm, you know I'm not dead
You know I'm not dead
You know I'm not dead

Down below the creatures scream
Strangehold of God's machines
Begging to tear us out
Torn is hope

You know I'm, you know I'm not dead
I'm just the tears inside your head
Forever waiting on the ways of your desire
You always find a way

And through it all, into us all you move
Forgotten touch, forbidden thought
We can never, ever know

You know I'm not dead

We all want to hold in the everlasting gaze
Enchanted in the rapture of his sentimental sway
But underneath the wheels lie the skulls of every cog
The fickle fascination of an everlasting God

You know I'm not dead
I'm just living in my head
Forever waiting, forever waiting a cruel death

You know I'm not dead
I'm just living for myself
Forever waiting

You know I'm not dead
You know I'm not dead
You know I'm not dead
You know I'm not dead

[Logic]

2pac again:

"Mama's Just A Little Girl"

Young mothers
That's right
I feel ya (hey)
I know how it is
(MAMA's JUST A LIL' GIRL)
Don't nobody understand
I feel ya

[Verse 1: Tupac]

She was ..
Born A heavy set girl with pig tails and curls
A heart full of gold
Still it won't change the world
Though she could never understand why
Some underhanded plans, witnessed a man die
Was only 15
Should have been a beauty queen
Still see here crying by the caskets when here parents got killed
Little girl don't cry
'Coz even though they died
You can best believe they watching over thee from the sky
Never asked for this misery
But look at what you gettin'
It's a blessing in disguise
When you find out your pregnant
No money, no home
And even though you all alone
You'se got to do this on your own
So baby go on
I wish you luck
And if you need me, call
Just come to me and let me feed you all
I can understand
The way it feels when you fighting the world
Facing all this drama
When mama's just A little girl

[Chorus]

Mama
Don't know why
Mama's just a little girl
Given that she's a ??
Time ain't on her side
Mama's just a little girl
(Mama's just a little girl)
She gotta hold her head up high

[Verse 2: Tupac]

At 16 what a beautiful thing
The very essence of a jet black ebony queen
And who could tell she would get pregnant at an early age
She didn't listen, had sex
Watch her belly raise (hey)
Got violated by someone she dated
If this is fate I hate to see the seed she created
So we wait, though it takes time to build the body and the mind
She reclines 9 months
Then finally its time
What do we find?
A little grown boy a mind with a tortured soul
Addicted to a life of crime at no time of the growing stage
He learned his values on the streets at an early age
Watch for police
Don't come home (why)
'Coz mammas acting crazy
At the hospital
'Bout to have another baby
Like the rose from concrete
Grown within
Blessed with twins
How the hell can mamma raise 3 men
So we began a closest family
Such insanity
A happy home
For one act inhumanity
Plus mammas said the seed was corrupted
Used the rubber belly
Begging us to breathe if she love us
Now mamma sits quiet
Sipping peppermint schnapps
Turned the house into a spot and made her watch for cops (hey)
How could mamma bring a thug like me into this world?
She ain't the cause of all the drama
Cause mommas just a little girl

[Chorus]

Mama
Don't know why
Mama's just a little girl
Liven if she is or not
Time ain't on her side
Cause ama's just a little girl
(Mama's just a little girl)
She gotta hold her head up high
(How could she raise us)

[Verse 3: Tupac]

Now
Would she remain in the same spot?
The gunshots rang, they came from the cane spot
Now look here
I see her clutching her son
In her arms she hurt
Her heart bleeding as she watched her seed die in the dirt
Fulfill prophecy
But who could stop the grief?
I walk around trying to hold the world up on top me
Probably be an innocent man
But still I'm the victim of a curse
What could be worse?
Nothing but pain
Since my birth, taught me functions at the pen
Cause everybody's in paying back society
I'm guilty of a life of sin
I watched the drama occur
My eyes blurred 'fore I jet it
I wonder why we all have to die for we get it
Though we shed tears
So many peers I done buried
Worried and scared
Knowing I'ma see the cemetery
Must be prepared in this cold world
No-one cares
No it ain't fair
But we all there
And do our share
In this land of underhanded schemes and plans
Vivid dreams of a nigga having g's in hand
Mamma told me not to be a punk
**** what you talking about coward
What you niggas want?

(hey)
They ain't a thing I wouldn't do for my mamma in this world
Cause you know I ain't mad at cha
You' just a little girl
See mammas just a little girl
(hey hey)

[Chorus]

[Repeat until fade]

Mama
don't know why
Mama's just a little girl
Given that she is or not
time ain't on here side
mama's just a little girl
(mama's just a little girl)
she gotta hold her head up high

[Tupac Talking]

They ask us why we mutilate each other like we do
And wonder why we hold such little worth for human life
Facing all this drama
But to ask us why we to turn from bad to worse
Is to ignore from which we came
You see you wouldn't ask why the rose that grew from the concrete had damaged petals
On the contrary
We would all celebrate its tenacity
We would all love its will to reach the sun
Well
We are the roses (echo)
This is the concrete (echo)
And these are my damaged petals (echo)
Don't ask me why (echo)
Thank god nigga (echo)
Ask me how (echo)
(hahaha)

You see, mama's just a little girl

[OH-N'omac]

Song: Last Call
Artist: Elliott Smith
Album: Roman Candle

last call
he was sick of it all
asleep at home
told you off and goodbye
well you know one day it'll come to haunt you
that you didn't tell him quite the truth
you're a crisis
you're a icicle
you're a tongueless talker
you don't care what you say
you're a jaywalker and you just just walk away
and that's all you do
the clap of the fading out sound of your shoes
made him wonder who he thought that he knew
last call
he was sick of it all
the endless stream of reminders
made him so sick of you sick of you sick of you
sick of your sound
sick of you coming around
trying to crawl under my skin
when I already shed my best defense
it comes out all around that you won
and I think I'm all done
you can switch me off safely
while I'm lying here waiting for sleep to overtake me
yeah yeah you're still here but just check to make sure
all you aspired to do was endure
you can't ask for more ask for none
knowing you'll never get that which you ask for
so you cast your shadow everywhere like the man in the moon
you start to drink you just want to continue
it'll all be yesteryear soon
you start to drink you just want to continue
it'll all be yesteryear soon
church bells and now I'm awake and I guess it must be some kind of holiday
I can't seen to join in the celebration
but I'll go to the service
and I'll go to pray
and I'll sing the praises of my maker's name
like I was as good as she made me
and I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I'm lying here waiting for sleep to over take me

[OSX Abuser]

Depeche Mode

Personal Jesus covered by Johny Cash


Your own personal jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who�s there

Feeling unknown
And you�re all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I�ll make you a believer

Take second best
Put me to the test
Things on your chest
You need to confess
I will deliver
You know I�m a forgiver

Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith

Your own personal jesus...

Feeling unknown
And you�re all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I�ll make you a believer

I will deliver
You know I�m a forgiver

Reach out and touch faith

Your own personal jesus

Reach out and touch faith

[tavilach]

Song: Spin
Artist: Lifehouse
Album: Stanley Climbfall

Why would I chase your shadow all my life
And be afraid of my own?
I'd rather be with you
I'd rather not know
Where I'll be than
Be alone and convinced that I know

When the world keeps spinning round
My world's upside down
You and I wouldn't change a thing
I've got nothing else to lose
I lost it all when I found you
And I wouldn't change a thing
No, you and I wouldn't change a thing

Everything I know has let me down
So I will just let go
Let you turn me inside out
Cause I know I'm not sure
about anything
But you wouldn't have it any other way

When the world keeps spinning round
My world's upside down
You and I wouldn't change a thing
I've got nothing else to lose
I lost it all when I found you
And I wouldn't change a thing
No, you and I wouldn't change a thing

Spinning turning watching burning
All my life has found its meaning
Walking crawling climbing falling
All my life has found its meaning

You and I wouldn't change a thing
No, you and I wouldn't change a thing

When the world keeps spinning round
My world's upside down
You and I wouldn't change a thing
I've got nothing else to lose
I lost it all when I found you
And I wouldn't change a thing
No, you and I wouldn't change a thing

No, you and I wouldn't change a thing

[Zimphire]

Baby boy
Your face is pretty and your life's a toy
Master man
I'm never better than your latest plan
Poor donee
what are you gonna try to be
where are you gonna go without me now

I've been you mother, I've been your father
who can ask me for more
I've been your sister, I've been your mistress
maybe I was your whore
who can ask me for more

Superstar
I've tried to educate your childish heart
I made your bed
and I was in it when your faith was dead
poor donee
what are you gonna try to be
where are you gonna go without me now

Sweetiepie
I'm you personal pro, you know
you know what number to try when to cry

[angaq0k]

Artist: Carla Bruni
Album: Quelqu'un m'a dit
Song:Le Toi Du Moi

Je suis ton pile
Tu es mon face
Toi mon nombril
Et moi ta glace
Tu es l'envie et moi le geste
Toi le citron et moi le zeste
Je suis le th�, tu es la tasse
Toi la guitare et moi la basse

Je suis la pluie et tu es mes gouttes
Tu es le oui et moi le doute
T'es le bouquet je suis les fleurs
Tu es l'aorte et moi le coeur
Toi t'es l'instant moi le bonheur
Tu es le verre je suis le vin
Toi tu es l'herbe et moi le joint
Tu es le vent j'suis la rafale
Toi la raquette et moi la balle
T'es le jouet et moi l'enfant
T'es le vieillard et moi le temps
Je suis l'iris tu es la pupille
Je suis l'�pice toi la papille
Toi l'eau qui vient et moi la bouche
Toi l'aube et moi le ciel qui s'couche
T'es le vicaire et moi l'ivresse
T'es le mensonge moi la paresse
T'es le gu�pard moi la vitesse
Tu es la main moi la caresse
Je suis l'enfer de ta p�cheresse
Tu es le Ciel moi la Terre, hum
Je suis l'oreille de ta musique
Je suis le soleil de tes tropiques
Je suis le tabac de ta pipe
T'es le plaisir je suis la foudre
Tu es la gamme et moi la note
Tu es la flamme moi l'allumette
T'es la chaleur j'suis la paresse
T'es la torpeur et moi la sieste
T'es la fra�cheur et moi l'averse
Tu es les fesses je suis la chaise
Tu es b�mol et moi j'suis di�se

T'es le Laurel de mon Hardy
T'es le plaisir de mon soupir
T'es la moustache de mon Trotski
T'es tous les �clats de mon rire
Tu es le chant de ma sir�ne
Tu es le sang et moi la veine
T'es le jamais de mon toujours
T'es mon amour t'es mon amour

Je suis ton pile
Toi mon face
Toi mon nombril
Et moi ta glace
Tu es l'envie et moi le geste
T'es le citron et moi le zeste
Je suis le th�, tu es la tasse
Toi la putain et moi la passe
Tu es la tomb�e moi l'�pitaphe
Et toi le texte, moi le paragraphe
Tu es le lapsus et moi la gaffe
Toi l'�l�gance et moi la gr�ce
Tu es l'effet et moi la cause
Toi le divan moi la n�vrose
Toi l'�pine moi la rose
Tu es la tristesse moi le po�te
Tu es la Belle et moi la B�te
Tu es le corps et moi la t�te
Tu es le corps. Hummm !
T'es le s�rieux moi l'insouciance
Toi le flic moi la balance
Toi le gibier moi la potence
Toi l'ennui et moi la transe
Toi le tr�s peu moi le beaucoup
Moi le sage et toi le fou
Tu es l'�clair et moi la poudre
Toi la paille et moi la poutre
Tu es le surmoi de mon �a
C'est toi qu'arrives des mois si ?
Tu es la m�re et moi le doute
Tu es le n�ant et moi le tout
Tu es le chant de ma sir�ne
Toi tu es le sang et moi la veine
T'es le jamais de mon toujours
T'es mon amour t'es mon amour

[angaq0k]

My favourite:

WATERS OF MARCH
A. C. Jobin

A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road,
It's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone,
It's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun,
It is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun.
The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush,
The nod of the wood, the song of a thrush,
The wood of the wing, a cliff, a fall,
A scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all.
It's the wind blowing free, it's the end of a slope,
It's a bean, it's a void, it's a hunch, it's a hope.
And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March,
It's the end of the strain, it's the joy in your heart.
The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone,
The beat of the road, a sling-shot stone,
A truckload of bricks in the soft morning light,
The shot of a gun in the dead of the night.
A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump,
It's a girl, it's a rhyme, it's a cold, it's the mumps.
The plan of the house, the body in bed,
And the car that got stuck, it's the mud, it's the mud.
Afloat, adrift, a flight, a wing,
A ****, a quail, the promise of spring.
And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March,
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart.
A point, a grain, a bee, a bite,
A blink, a buzzard, a sudden stroke of night,
A pin, a needle, a sting, a pain,
A snail, a riddle, a wasp, a stain.
A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe,
A fish, a flash, a silvery glow.
And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March,
It's the promise of life in your heart, in your heart.
A stick, a stone, the end of the load,
The rest of a stump, a lonesome road.
A sliver of glass, a life, the sun,
A night, a death, the end of the run.
And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March,
It's the end of all strain, it's the joy in your heart.

[Face Ache]

EVERYDAY PEOPLE
Sly & The Family Stone

Sometimes I'm right and I can be wrong
My own beliefs are in my song
The butcher, the banker, the drummer and then
Makes no difference what group I'm in
I am everyday people, yeah yeah
There is a blue one who can't accept the green one
For living with a fat one trying to be a skinny one
And different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee
Oh sha sha - we got to live together
I am no better and neither are you
We are the same whatever we do
You love me you hate me you know me and then
You can't figure out the bag l'm in
I am everyday people, yeah yeah
There is a long hair that doesn't like the short hair
For bein' such a rich one that will not help the poor one
And different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee
Oh sha sha-we got to live together
There is a yellow one that won't accept the black one
That won't accept the red one that won't accept the white one
And different strokes for different folks

(C) 1968 by Daly city Music

[Jaey]

Song: Trampled Underfoot
Artist: Led Zeppelin
Album: Physical Graffiti

Greasy slicked down body, groovy leather trim
I like the way you hold the road, mama, it ain't no sin

Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love

Trouble-free transmission, helps your oil's flow
Mama, let me pump your gas, mama, let me do it all

Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love

Dig that heavy metal underneath your hood
Baby, I could work all night, believe I've got the perfect tools

Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love

A model built for comfort, really built with style
Specialist tradition, mama, let me feast my eyes

Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love

Factory air-conditioned, heat begins to rise
Guaranteed to run for hours, mama it's a perfect size

Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love

Groovin' on the freeway, gauge is on the red
Gun down on my gasoline, I believe I'm gonna crack a head.

Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
I can't stop talkin' about...

Come to me for service every hundred miles
Baby, let me check your points, fix your overdrive

Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love

Fully automatic, comes in any size
Makes me wonder what I did, before we synchronized

Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love

Feather-light suspension, coils just couldn't hold
I'm so glad I took a look inside your showroom doors

Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love

Oh, I can't stop talkin' about love

[Face Ache]

Won't Get Fooled Again
The Who


We'll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgement of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again

The change, it had to come
We knew it all along
We were liberated from the fold, that's all
And the world looks just the same
And history ain't changed
'Cause the banners, they are flown in the next war

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
No, no!

I'll move myself and my family aside
If we happen to be left half alive
I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky
Though I know that the hypnotized never lie
Do ya?

There's nothing in the streets
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye
And the parting on the left
Are now parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
Don't get fooled again
No, no!

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss

[Doc Juansinn]

Song: The Pass
Artist: Rush
Album: Presto

proud swagger out of the schoolyard
waiting for the world's applause
rebel without a conscience
martyr without a cause

static on your frequency
electrical storm in your veins
raging at unreachable glory
straining at invisible chains

and now you're trembling on a rocky ledge
staring down into a heartless sea
can't face life on a razor's edge
nothing's what you thought it would be

All of us get lost in the darkness
dreamers learn to steer by the stars
all of us do time in the gutter
dreamers turn to look at the cars
turn around and turn around and turn around
turn around and walk the razor's edge
don't turn your back
and slam the door on me

it's not as if this barricade
blocks the only road
it's not as if you're all alone
in wanting to explode
someone set a bad example
made surrender seem alright
the act of a noble warrior
who lost the will to fight

and now you're trembling on a rocky ledge
staring down into a heartless sea
done with life on a razor's edge
nothing's what you thought it would be

no hero in your tragedy
no daring in your escape
no salutes for your surrender
nothing noble in your fate
Christ, what have you done?

[dcmacdaddy]

Originally posted by wolfen:
Like you've had a hard day
now you're too tired to care
now you're too tired to care
you've had a hard day

Well across the fractured landscape
I see the same things
tired ideas, broken values
many with the notion
that to share is to lose
a hollow people bound by a lack
of imagination and too much looking back
without the courage
to give a new thing a chance
grounded by this ignorance

When the cat comes
we're just

birds without wings

David Gray, Birds Without Wings

Awesome! One of my favorite singers.



"If I could, through myself,
Set your spirit free
I'd lead your heart away
See it stray
Into the night"

U2 - Bad

[gorickey]

And then it's three A.M.
And I'm on the corner, wearing my leather
This dude comes up and he's, like, "hey, punk!"
I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!"

Then I'm throwing dice in the alley
Officer Leroy comes up and is, like,
"Hey, I thought I told you..."
And I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!"

[residentEvil]

You are the one we despise
Day in day out your words compromise lives
I will love watching you die
Soon it will be and by your own demise
Buried in hypocrisy
Lacerate your faith in god
Morally diseased
On the cross of Calvary your body bashed, defeated, stabbed
Blessing as you hate
Loyal to your enemies
Monetary faith
As him you'll pay for the lies of your prophecy
Satan wants you dead

Kill the christian, kill the christian
Kill the christian, kill the christian
Kill the christian, kill the christian
Kill the christian

Armies of darkness unite
Destroy their temples and churches with fire
Where in his world will you hide
Sentenced to death, the anointment of christ
In due time your path leads to me
Put you out of your misery
The death of prediction
Kill the christian
Kill the christian...dead!

[OldManMac]

From one of the old farts here;

Roy Orbison, Crying

I was all right for a while, I could smile for a while
But I saw you last night, you held my hand so tight
As you stopped to say "Hello"
Aww you wished me well, you couldn�t tell

That I�d been cry-i-i-i-ng over you, cry-i-i-i-ng over you
Then you said "so long". left me standing all alone
Alone and crying, crying, crying cry-i-ing
It�s hard to understand but the touch of your hand
Can start me crying

I thought that I was over you but it�s tru-ue, so true
I love you even more than I did before but darling what can I do-o-o-o
For you don�t love me and I�ll always be

Cry-i-i-i-ng over you, cry-i-i-i-ng over you
Yes, now you�re gone and from this moment on
I�ll be crying, crying, crying, cry-i-i-ing
Yeah crying, crying, o-o-o-o-ver you

[TheMosco]

Artist: 311
Album: From Chaos
Song: Champagne


I will never understand you
when will I stop trying
I mean, cuz it's just not how I planned to
spend my time til' dying, I mean

Champagne
California on the brain
she's got an appetite for no refrains
just verses, she curses as blood vessels burst in defiance
she made an alliance to the dark side of Hollywood
where everything looks good
so I treat her as any other player would
lightly, then she wants to fight me
too bad, that's just too bad
I can't be around to pick up your bags and your debts
she wants to love me with threats
not taking chances, I'm hedging my bets
with other girls I'm not providing pearls
I'm free, free

I will never understand you
when will I stop trying
I mean, cuz it's just not how I planned to
spend my time til' dying
I mean

I know loving me isn't easy
I'm home and next thing I'm leaving
but when I look at you it's like praying with my eyes
I follow you to sleep so I will find
your dream place and hey, I'm not an angel
but girl you make me feel like I know one, one

Champagne
California on the brain
she's got an appetite for no refrains
just verses, she curses as blood vessels burst in defiance
she made an alliance to the dark side of Hollywood
where everything looks so good
so I treat her as any other sucker would
tightly, then she wants to fight me
too bad, that's just too bad
I can't be around to pick up your bags and your debts
she wants to love me with threats
I'm not taking chances, I'm hedging with my bets
with other girls I'm not providing pearls
I'm free, free
never understand

[dlefebvre]

Song: Let Them Eat War
Band: Bad Religion
Album: The EMpire Strikes First

There's a prophet on a mountain and he's making up dinner
With long division and writing crop
Anybody can feel like a winner
When it's served up piping hot

But the people aren't looking for a handout
They're America's working corps
Can this be what they voted for?

Let them eat war [x2]
That's how to ration the poor
Let them eat war [x2]

There's an urgent need to feed
Declining pride

From the force to the union shops
The war economy is making new jobs
But the people who benefit most
Are breaking bread with their benevolent hosts

Who never stole from the rich to give to the poor
All they ever gave to them was a war
And a foreign enemy to deplore

Let them eat war [x2]
That's how to ration the poor
Let them eat war [x2]

There's an urgent need to feed
Declining pride

We've got to kill 'em and eat 'em
Before they reach for their checks
Squeeze some blue collars
Let them bleed from their necks
Seize a few dollars from the people who sweat
Cause it's freedom or death and they won't question it
At a job site the boss is god like
Conditioned workhorses park at a stoplight
Seasoned vets with their feet in nets
A stones throw away from a rock fight
But not tonight, feed �em death

Here comes another ration (feed them death)
Cause they're the finest in the nation (feed them death)
When there's nothing left to feed them
When it's freedom or it's death

Let them eat war [x2]
That's how to ration the poor
Let them eat war [x2]

There's an urgent need to feed

[CreepingDeth]

Bad Religion? Here's a song about religion:

Slaves
Hebrews born to serve, to the pharaoh
Heed
To his every word, live in fear
Faith
Of the unknown one, the deliverer
Wait
Something must be done, four hundred years
chorus:
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death

Now
Let my people go, land of goshen
Go
I will be with thee, bush of fire
Blood
Running red and strong, down the nile
Plague
Darkness three days long, hail to fire
chorus:

Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first born man
Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first born man
I
Rule the midnight air the destroyer
Born
I shall soon be there, deadly mass
I
Creep the steps and flood final darkness
Blood
Lambs blood painted door, I shall pass
chorus:

Artist: Metallica
Album: Ride the Lightning
Song: Creeping Death

Hence, my name.

[demograph68]

Originally posted by CreepingDeath:
Artist: Metallica
Album: Ride the Lightning
Song: Creeping Death

Wow cool! Metallica! Their new stuff is just amazing!

[CreepingDeth]

What in God's name do you listen to? Him? Anti-Flag? At least St. Anger was a step forward. And some more complexity, change the sound of the guitars, and make Robert do a little more bass work, then that would make a decent album. They should stop trying to do the whole "nu metal" thing and stop sounding like System of a Down.

[Judge_Fire]

Artist: Mr. Bungle
Song: The Air-Conditioned Nightmare
Album: California

Inside of me today
There is no one
Only asteroids and empty space
A waste

...They're looking through the windows at me...

Get me out of this air-conditioned nightmare
Rots your brain just like a catchy tune
You will hate life more than life hates you

...Burn all your mementos of me...

Walkin' on air
Up from the wheelchair
I'll find the suicide
That I deserve

Walkin' on sand
Forgotten where I am
But it's so comfortable
Here in the sun...

I only see rainbows
Now that the bandages are gone
Through my window, there

From the skyscrapers
Down to the submarines

Birds and fairies
Sanctuaries
Atop the rolling hills of hell

These words are sledgehammers
Of truth
That pound the iron heart
Of sin

Bloody smiling
Vandalizing
My wet dream is drying up...

Where's my rainbow?
Where's my halo?

There's my halo!

[Agasthya]

Nirvana
Lithium
Nevermind

I'm so happy 'cause today
I found my friends
They're in my head
I'm so ugly, but that's okay
Cause so are you
Broke our mirrors
Sunday morning is everyday for all I care
And I'm not scared
Light my candles
In a daze cause I found god

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm so lonely
That's okay I shaved my head
And I'm not sad
And just maybe I'm to blame for all I've heard
But I'm not sure
I'm so excited, I can't wait to meet you there
But I don't care
I'm so horny but that's okay
My will is good

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I like it - I'm not gonna crack
I miss you - I'm not gonna crack
I love you - I'm not gonna crack
I kill you - I'm not gonna crack

[Powaqqatsi]

Originally posted by angaq0k:
Artist: Carla Bruni
Album: Quelqu'un m'a dit
Song:Le Toi Du Moi

Je suis ton pile
Tu es mon face
Toi mon nombril
Et moi ta glace
Tu es l'envie et moi le geste
Toi le citron et moi le zeste
Je suis le th�, tu es la tasse
Toi la guitare et moi la basse

...snip...

Awesome song (her whole album is awesome)

[angaq0k]

Originally posted by Powaqqatsi:
Awesome song (her whole album is awesome)

Et comment!

Yet, she, being a model, not many would have guessed she has such talent!

[Frisbee]

"Thick As A Brick," Originally posted by Jethro Tull:

Really don't mind if you sit this one out.

My words but a whisper -- your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
You make all your animal deals and
Your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
The tidal destruction
The moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
The newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
Your suntan does rapidly peel and
Your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you
Shake your head and
Say it's a shame.

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

See there! A son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
We'll
Make a man of him
Put him to trade
Teach him
To play Monopoly and
To sing in the rain.

The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water --
As the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other --
As the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling --
But the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping -- their warm breath clouding
In the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
Where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
The builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
And contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have
All gone into service and
Are not to be expected for a year.
The innocent young master -- thoughts moving ever faster --
Has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.

And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.

What do you do when
The old man's gone -- do you want to be him? And
Your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam --
And the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.

I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
So come on all you criminals!
I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man --
twenty years too late.
Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.

You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone -- you meet the stares.
You're unaware that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
Your rings upon your fingers and
Your downy little sidies and
Your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol
Who lets you bend the rules.

So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
Your super crooks
And show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you?
Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
Let Robin save the day.

You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are --
and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in Cornwall --
Writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
Of the Boy Scout Manual.

See there! A man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll
Take the child from him
Put it to the test
Teach it
To be a wise man
How to fool the rest.

We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God is an overwhelming responsibility
We walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
Cats are on the upgrade
Upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.

In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
Sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
While queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
Saying -- how's your granny and
Good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.

The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled
In the seagull's call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
And signal for the crack of dawn.
Light the sun.

Do you believe in the day? Do you?
Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun.
Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant with the day,
Wise men endorse the poet's sight.
Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day!

Let me tell you the tales of your life of
Your love and the cut of the knife
The tireless oppression
The wisdom instilled
The desire to kill or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool
Toasts his god in the sky.

So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed
With
The blood of the fools and
The thoughts of the wise and
From the pan under your bed.
Let me make you a present of song as
The wise man breaks wind and is gone while
The fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and
The nursery rhyme winds along.

So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
And the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be
The fool stood in his suit of armour or
The wiser man who rushes clear.
So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
Your super-crooks and
Show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament.
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
Let Robin save the day.
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs
For a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual.

So you ride yourselves over the fields and
You make all your animal deals and
Your wise men don't know how it feels... To be Thick, As A Brick.

I couldn't resist

[dlefebvre]

That's a long one...

Here's a short one to balance it out.

Song: Argh F%ck Kill
Band: Dayglow Abortion
Album: Feed us Fetus

bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla argh...f%ck...kill

[sanity assassin]

Music at its finest.
Hope it doesn't insult anyone, but I just heard this for the first time in aroud 15 years. Amazing what I tortured myself with when I was younger.

Nuclear Assault
Hang the Pope

Hang the Pope hang the Pope hang the Pope
Hang the Pope hang the Pope hang the Pope
Hang him with a ******* rope

Let's go to the Vatican, get him out of bed
Put the noose around his neck and hang him till he's dead

Hang the Pope hang the Pope hang the Pope
Hang the Pope hang the Pope hang the Pope
Hang him with a ******* rope

Let's go to the Vatican, get him out of bed
Put the noose around his neck and hang him till he's ******* dead

[sanity assassin]

There's a cracking breezeblock session with Ian Brown, he played this, loved it.

GZA


B.I.B.L.E.
(Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth)
(Ft. Killah Priest)

Basic instructions before leavin' Earth
Basic instructions before leavin' Earth
Basic instructions before leavin' Earth

Chorus:
Life is a test, many quest the universe
N' through my research, I felt the joy N' the hurt
The first shall be last N' the last shall be first
The basic instructions before leavin' Earth


(Killah Priest)
Knowledge this wisdom, this goes back when I was twelve
I love doin' right but I was trapped in Hell
Had mad ideas, sad eyes N' tears
Years of fear, but yo my foes couldn't bear
I searched for the truth since my youth
N' went to church since birth, but it wasn't worth the loot
That I was payin', plus the prayin'
I didn't like stayin' cuz of bizzie-bodies
N' dizzy-hotties
That the preach-ass souped up with lies
Had couped up, lookin' at loot, butt N' thighs
During the service, he swallowed up the poor
N' after they heard this, they wallowed on the floor
But I ignored, N' explored my history that was untold
N' watched mysteries unfold
N' dropped the jewel like Solomon, but never followed men
Cuz if you do your brain is more hollow then
Space oblivia, or the abyss
With no trace of trivia, left with the hiss
Does it pay to be deaf, dumb, or blind
From a slave he was kept from the mind
N' from a caves he crept from behind
N' what he gave was the sect of the swine
When the bible, that condemned the pig
I don't mean to pull your hems or flip your wigs
But we used to wear a turban, but now were in the urban
No more wearin' beanies or dress like the genie
No hocus pocus cuz I focus on the facts
N' put it on the track or brought it through the wax
I speak on Jacob, it might take up some time
N' too much knowledge, it might break up the ryhme
I did it anyway, just to wake up the mind
Of those who kiss stones or prays on the carpet
Those who sit at home, or sell books by the market
Need to chill N' get their mind revived
For years, religion did nothing but divide

chorus

I strolled through the books of Job to unfold
N' opened bibles, instead of hopin' on revivals
Callin' on his name N' screaming Halleluja
When he hardly knew ya, that's how the devils fooled ya
See, look into my eyes brethren, that's the lies of a Reverend
Why should you die to go to heaven
The Earth is already in space
The bible I embrace
A difficult task I had to take
I studied till my eyes was swollen
N' only arose when I found out that we were the chosen
I deal with the truth N' build with the youth
N' teach my son as he kneels on the stoop
Son, life is a pool of sin, corrupted with foolish men
N' women with wicked minds who build picket signs
To legalize abortion, the evil eye extortion
I quiz some with my wisdom
Before I converted I was perverted
N' knowledge was asserted
The study of wisdom, I perferred it
The understandin', it gave me mental freedom
I even learnt Caucasians were really the Tribe of Edam
The white image of Christ is really Cesare Borgia
N' uh, the second son of Pope Alexander
The sixth of Rome N' once the picture was shown
That's how the devils tricked my dome
I prophesized to save a man but no one gave a damn
For my nation, the seed of Abraham
Blessed with the tongue of Hebrew
Now we're strung on needles, N' some are plungin' evils
So study N' be wise in these days of darkness
Peace to my nephew Marcus