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sonic youth- tom violence

My violence is a dream

A 'real dream'

A skinny arm

A crush on living sin

My violence

Is a sleeping head

Nodding out to rising bliss

I left home for experience

Carved 'suk for honesty' on my chest

My violence is the number

Coming out of prayer

Find it in the father

Find it in a girl

There's a thing in my memory

Hoilding on for dear life

With a feeling of secrets

Beating up under my flesh

My tongue is tied

I'm sleeping nights awake

Tom violence is a dream

Coming out of a girl

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Something 'bout the way the hair falls in your face

I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase

You tell me where to go and

Though I might leave to find it

I'll never let your head hit the bed

Without my hand behind it

John Mayer

He's just as proud as he can be

Of his anatomy

He goin' give us a peek

He ain't lewd, look at that, look at that

He's just in the mood to run in the nude

Ray Stevens

The strands in your eyes

The color them wonderfull

Stop me

Then steal my breath

Emeralds from mountains

Thrust towards the sky

Never revealing their depth

Edwin McCain Goo Goo Dolls

Whenever I stand before my maker

And the book is open wide

And the deeds of men both good and bad

Are recorded there inside

There won't be a sinful way beside my name

Or a time I let Him down

For the crimson blood of Jesus

Kept my wrongs from being found

Oh the pages have been stained

By the blood He shed for me

Praise God, I can't read them

Neither can He

What's been forgiven is forgotten

And impossible to see

Bloodstained pages, stained by blood

Shed for me

Whenever I stand in wait of judgment

To account for all my sin

And a diary of the life I've led

Is the evidence brought in

There will be no need of that log of deed

No conviction handed down

For the crimson blood of Jesus

Kept my wrongs from being found

Oh the pages have been stained

By the blood He shed for me

Praise God, I can't read them

Neither can He

What's been forgiven is forgotten

And impossible to see

Bloodstained pages, stained by blood

Shed for me

Oh the pages have been stained

By the blood He shed for me

Praise God, I can't read them

Neither can He

What's been forgiven is forgotten

And impossible to see

Bloodstained pages, stained by blood

That He shed for me

Oh, stained by blood

That He shed for me

Crystal Lewis

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okkervil river- red

Red is my favorite color

Red like your mother's eyes after a while

Of crying about how you don't love her

She says, "I know I don't deserve

Supervised sight of her

But each day becomes a blur without my daughter"

Fall is my favorite season

Like falling to reasoning why you crashed from on high

She says, "Why is my life so uneven

And what have I done right

But given you your life

If after I led you on into that bar room?"

"Yes" is my favorite answer

I took a dancer home, she felt so alone

We stayed up all night in the kitchen

Doing my dishes, on and on until the dawn

She said, "I know that it's easy to have me

But I have seen some things

That I cannot even tell to my family pictures

And I'm full of fictions and ******* addictions

And I miss my mother"

She'll never know I could never forget her

If I could write her a letter, I'd try with every line

To say, "She still remembers your touch

And I know that it's not much

But you still haven't lost her"

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okkervil river- westfall

I'm surrounded, each doorway covered

by at least twenty men.

And they're going to take me and throw me in prison.

I ain't coming back again.

When I was younger, handsomer and stronger,

I felt like I could do anything.

But all of these people making all these faces

didn't seem like my kith and kin.

Colin Kincaid from the twelfth grade,

I guess you could say he was my best friend.

He lived in a big tall house out on Westfall

where we would hide when the rain rolled in.

We went out one night and took a flashlight,

out with these two girls Colin knew from Kenwood Christian.

One was named Laurie, that's what the story

said next week in the Guardian.

And when I killed her it was so easy

that I wanted to kill her again.

I got down on both of my knees and...

She ain't coming back again.

Now, with all these cameras focused on my face,

you'd think they could see it through my skin.

They're looking for evil, thinking they can trace it,

but evil dont look like anything.

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Decoration Day - Drive by Truckers

It’s Decoration Day.

And I’ve a mind to roll a stone on his grave.

What would he say.

“Keeping me down, boy, won’t keep you away”.

It’s Decoration Day.

And I knew the Hill Boys would put him away,

but my Daddy wasn’t afraid.

He said “We’ll fight till the last Lawson’s last living day”

I never knew how it all got started

a problem with Holland before we were born

and I don’t know the name of the boy we tied down

and beat till he just couldn’t walk anymore.

But I know the caliber in Daddy’s chest

and I know what Holland Hill drives.

The state let him go, but I guess it was best

cause nobody needs all us Lawsons alive.

Daddy said one of the boys had come by

the Laundry Man’s favorite son.

He said, “Beat him real good but don’t dare let him die

and if you see Holland Hill run.

Now I said, “they ain’t give us trouble before

that we ain’t brought down on ourselves”

Put a chain on my back and my ear to the floor

and I’ll send all the Hill Boys to ****.

It’s Decoration Day

and I’ve got a family in Mobile Bay

and they’ve never seen my Daddy’s grave.

But that don’t bother me, it ain’t marked anyway.

Cause I got dead brothers in Lauderdale south

and I got dead brothers in east Tennessee.

My Daddy got shot right in front of his house

he had noone to fall on but me.

It’s Decoration Day

and I’ve got a mind to go spit on his grave.

If I was a Hill, I’d 'a put him away

and I’d fight till the last Lawson’s last living day.

I’d fight till the last Lawson’s last living day.

I’d fight till the last Lawson’s last living day.

Dress Blues - Jason Isbell

What can you see from your window

I can't see anything from mine

Flags on the side of the highway

Scripture on grocery store signs

Maybe 18 was too early

Maybe 30 or 40 is too

Did you get your chance to make peace with the man

'fore he sent down his angels for you?

Mama's and grandmama's love you

Cause that's all they know how to do

And you never planned on the bombs in the sand

Or sleeping in your dress blues

Your wife said this all would be funny

When you got back home in a week

You'd turn 22 and we'd celebrate you

In a bar or tent by the creek

The baby would just about be here

And your very last tour would be up

But you won't be back

There all dressing in black

Drinking sweet tea in styrofoam cups

Mama's and grandmama's love you

American boys hate to lose

And you never planned on the bombs in the sand

Or sleeping in your dress blues

The highschool gymnasium's ready

Full of flowers and old legionaires

Nobody showed up to protest

Just a sniffle and stare

There's red white and blue in the rafters

And silent old men from the corps

What did they say when they shipped you away

To fight somebody's hollywood war

Nobody here could forget you

You showed us what we had to lose

And you never planned on the bombs in the sand

Or sleeping in your dress blues

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Alice in Chains- don't follow

Hey, I ain't never coming

Home

Hey, I'll just wander my

Own road

Hey, I can't meet you here tomorrow

Say goodbye don't follow

Misery so hollow

Hey you, you're livin'

Life full throttle

Hey you, pass me down that

Bottle, yeah

Hey you, you can't shake

Me round now

I get so lost and don't

Know how

And it hurts to care, so I won't now

Forgot my woman, lost my

Friends

Things I'd done and where

I've been

Sleep in sweat the mirrors

Cold

See my face it's growin'

Old

Scared to death no reason

Why

Do whatever to get me by

Think about the things I

Said

Read the page it's cold

And dead

Take me home

Yeah, take me home

Take me home

Take me home, yeah

Take me home

Say goodbye, don't follow

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built to spill- in the morning

in the morning

feeling halfright

if it was more than just 1 day

i'd feel alright

today is flat beneath the weight of next day, next day, next day, next day

in the morning

feeling halfright

ignore my condition

just an isolated incident

in the morning

feeling halfright

appearing normal

another isolated incident

when my mind's uncertain my body decides

what it will do to get through the **** of the night

as I trip on the ocean that leads through your eyes

well my eyes can't wait til they finally see through you

when I get this feeling like I'm gonna start I just have to stop

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"Lucky that my breasts

Are small and humble

So you don't confuse

Them with mountains"

--Shakira's 'Whenever, Wherever'

"I love you like

A fat kid loves cake"

--50 Cent's '21 Questions'

"Young, black and famous

With money hangin'

Out the anus"

--Puff Daddy and Mase's 'Can't Nobody Hold Me Down'

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awesome song by jack johnson: Sleep Through the Static.

Trouble travels fast

When you’re specially designed for crash testing

Or wearing wool sunglasses in the afternoon

Come on and tell us what you’re trying to prove

Because it’s a battle when you dabble in war

You store it up, unleash it, then you piece it together

Whether the storm drain running rampant just stamp it

And send it to somebody who’s pretending to care

Just cash in your blanks for little toy tanks

Learn how to use them, then abuse them and choose them

Over conversations relationships are overrated

“I hated everyone” said the sun

And so I will cook all your books

You’re too good looking and mistooken

You could watch it instead

From the comfort of your burning beds

…Or you can sleep through the static

Who needs sleep when we’ve got love?

Who needs keys when we’ve got clubs?

Who needs please when we’ve got guns?

Who needs peace when we’ve gone above

But beyond where we should have gone?

We went beyond where we should have gone

Stuck between channels my thoughts all quit

I thought about them too much, allowed them to touch

The feelings that rained down on the plains all dried and cracked

Waiting for things that never came

Shock and awful thing to make somebody think

That they have to choose pushing for peace supporting the troops

And either you’re weak or you’ll use brut force-feed the truth

The truth is we say not as we do

We say anytime, anywhere, just show your teeth and strike the fear

Of god wears camouflage, cries at night and drives a dodge

Pick up the beat and stop hogging the feast

That’s no way to treat an enemy

Well mighty mighty appetite

we just eat ‘em up and keep on driving

Freedom can be freezing take a picture from the pretty side

Mind your manners wave your banners

What a wonderful world that this angle can see

But who needs to see what we’ve done?

Who needs please when we’ve got guns?

Who needs keys when we’ve got clubs?

Who needs peace when we’ve gone above

But beyond where we should have gone?

Beyond where we should have gone

We went beyond where we should have gone

Beyond where we should have gone

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Short story about this one and why the lyrics speak to me. I've got two sons (13 & 11) and as I see them getting older and developing more of their own personality and opinions I know the days will come when it's time for them to stand on their own and take control of their lives. And while I do not think there will ever be a time when my children will feel such pressure from me that they have to "set me straight" and remind me that they are men I do see the days coming when my wife and I will have to get accustomed to the silence of an empty house. My greatest hope is that my sons know we tried to do our best for them and that someday God will tell me "you did well".

Anyway, I imagine my sons someday telling me some of the things in the lyrics below.

Shinedown - Second Chance

My eyes are open wide

And by the way, I made it

Through the day

I watched the world outside

By the way, I'm leaving out

Today

I just saw Hayley's comet

She waved

Said why you always running

In place?

Even the man in the

Moon disappeared

Somewhere in the

Stratosphere

[Chorus]

Tell my mother,

Tell my father

I've done the best I can

To make them realize

This is my life

I hope they understand

I'm not angry, I'm just saying...

Sometimes goodbye

Is a second chance

Please don't cry

One tear for me

I'm not afraid of

What I have to say

This is my one and

Only voice

So listen close, it's

Only for today

I just saw Hayley's comet

She waved

Said why you always running

In place?

Even the man in the

Moon disappeared

Somewhere in the

Stratosphere

[Chorus]

Tell my mother,

Tell my father

I've done the best I can

To make them realize

This is my life

I hope they understand

I'm not angry, I'm just saying...

Sometimes goodbye

Is a second chance

Here's my chance

This is my chance

Tell my mother,

Tell my father

I've done the best I can

To make them realize

This is my life

I hope they understand

I'm not angry, I'm just saying...

Sometimes goodbye

Is a second chance

Sometimes goodbye

Is a second chance [x2]

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Well we got no class

And we got no principles

And we got no innocence

We can't even think of a word that rhymes

- School's Out Alice Cooper

Sitting in my Cadillac

Listening to my radio

Suzy baby get on in

Tell me where she wanna go

I'm living in a nightmare

She's looking like a wet dream

I got myself a Cadillac

But I can't afford the gasoline

I got holes in my shoes

And I'm way overdue

Down payment blues

- Down Payment Blues AC/DC

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Rastaman don't apologize to no batty-boy

If yuh dis' King Selassie I,mih gunshot yuh boy

Gimme de whole ah de girls dem 'cause ah dem have de joy

Inna de lake of fire me dash yuh boy

Badman don't apologize to no batty-boy

If yuh dis' Black people,ey,mih gun will shot yuh boy

Gimme de whole ah de girls dem 'cause ah dem have de joy

Inna de lake of fire me dash yuh...ahhoy!

^_^

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Ghetto Thang by De La Soul

POS:]

(Mary had a little lamb)

That's a fib, she had two twins though

And one crib

Now she's only fourteen, what a start

But this effect is ground common in these parts

Now life in this world can be such a b*tch

And dreams are often torn and shattered and hard to stitch

Negative's the attitude that runs the show

When the stage is the G-H-E-T-T-O

[DOVE:]

Which is the one to blame when bullets blow

Either Peter, Jane, or John or Joe

But Joe can't shoot a gun, he's always drunk

And Peter's pimping Jane, and John's a punk

Infested are the halls, also the brains

Daddy's broken down from ghetto pains

Mommy's flying high, the truth is shown

The kids are all alone

'Cause it's just the ghetto thang

IT'S JUST THE GHETTO THANG (WORD)

[POS:]

Who ranks the baddest brother? The ones who rule

This title is sought by the coolest fool

Define coolest fool? Easy, the one who needs

Attention in the largest span and loves to lead

Always found at the jams, but never dance

Just provoke violence due to one glance

The future plays no matter, just the present flow

When the greeting place is the G-H-E-T-T-O

[DOVE:]

Lies are pointed strong into your skull

Deep within your brain against the wall

To hide or just erase the glowing note

Of how to use the ghetto as a scapegoat

Truth from Trugoy's mouth is here to scar

Those who blame the G for all bizarre

So open up your vents and record well

For this is where we stand, for the True tell

Ghetto gained a ghetto name from ghetto ways

Now there could be some ghetto gangs and ghetto play

If ghetto thang can have its way in ghetto range

Then there must be some ghetto love and ghetto change

Though confident they keep it kept, we know for fact

They lie like ghettos form, 'cause people lack

To see that they must all get out the ghetto hold

The truth they never told

'Cause it's just the ghetto thang

IT'S JUST THE GHETTO THANG (WORD)

[POS:]

Do people really wish when they blow

Out the cake candles, and if so

Is it for the sunken truth which could arise

From out the characters in which the ghetto hides

Roses in the ring supply their shown relief

Granted it's planted by their shown belief

Kill and feed off your own brother man

Has quickly been adopted as the master plan

Posses of our people has yet to provoke

Freedom or death to them, it's just a joke

What causes this defect, I don't know

Maybe it's the G-H-E-T-T-O

IT'S JUST THE GHETTO THANG (WORD)

Standing in the rain is nothing felt

When problems hold more value, but never dealt with

Buildings crumbling to the ground

Impact noise is silent sound

But who's the one to say this life is wrong

When ghetto life is chosen strong

We seem to be misled about our dreams

But dreams ain't what it seem

When it's just the ghetto thang

IT'S JUST THE GHETTO THANG (WORD)

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"Carouselambra"

Sisters of the way-side bide their time in quiet peace,

Await their place within the ring of calm;

Still stand to turn in seconds of release,

Await the call they know may never come.

In times of lightness, no intruder dared upon

To jeopardize the course, upset the run;

And all was joy and hands were raised toward the sun

As love in the halls of plenty overrun.

Still in their bliss unchallenged mighty feast,

Unending dances shadowed on the day.

Within their walls, their daunting formless keep,

Preserved their joy and kept their doubts at bay.

Faceless legions stood in readiness to weep,

Just turn a coin, bring order to the fray;

And everything is soon no sooner thought than deed,

But no one seemed to question in anyway.

How keen the storied hunter's eye prevails upon the land

To seek the unsuspecting and the weak;

And powerless the fabled sat, too smug to lift a hand

Toward the foe that threatened from the deep.

Who cares to dry the cheeks of those who saddened stand

Adrift upon a sea of futile speech?

And to fall to fate and make the 'status plan'

Where was your word, where did you go?

Where was your helping, where was your bow?

Dull is the armour, cold is the day.

Hard was the journey, dark was the way.

I heard the word; I couldn't stay. Oh.

I couldn't stand it another day.

Touched by the timely coming,

Roused from the keeper's sleep,

Release the grip, throw down the key.

Held now within the knowing,

Rest now within the peace.

Take of the fruit, but guard the seed.

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Lords of Acid - Pu**y

I wanna see your *****

Everybody says it's nice

Can I can and come and visit?

I'll be at your house tonight

They tell me it's soft to touch and really smooth

I can hardly wait to feel that ***** too

You wanna play with ***** all the time

To hide that kind of ***** is a crime

You say you're *****'s clever and so slick

But I think your *****'s kind of sick

I wanna see your *****, show it to me

Let me see your *****, show it to me

Show me your *****, show it to me

I want to see your *****, show it to me

I want to bet your ***** ain't as pretty as mine

I don't hide my ***** like you do all the time

My *****'s just the sweetest thing you've ever seen

Compared to mine your *****'s really ugly and mean

I bring my ***** everywhere I go (m-hmm)

To watch my little ***** is a show

You say that your ***** really clever and slick

But I think your *****'s really thick

I wanna see your *****, show it to me

Let me see your *****, show it to me

Show me your *****, show it to me

I want to see your *****, show it to me

She turns into a tiger when she's ready to eat

My *****'s always hungry for a big chunk of meat

So lay your little ***** right next to mine

You can bring her over around dinner time

My ***** is the hippest thing around (that's right)

She's always been the talk of the town

You say your *****'s clever and so slick

But I think that your *****'s mighty thick (me-ow baby)

I wanna see your *****, show it to me

Let me see your *****, show it to me

Show me your *****, show it to me

I want to see your *****, show it to me

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This song reminds me of 9th grade.

I'm sure I hate this band now.

coldplay- don't panic

Bones, sinking like stones,

All that we fought for,

And homes, places we've grown,

All of us are done for.

And we live in a beautiful world,

Yeah we do, yeah we do,

We live in a beautiful world,

Bones, sinking like stones,

All that we fought for,

And homes, places we've grown,

All of us are done for.

And we live in a beautiful world,

Yeah we do, yeah we do,

We live in a beautiful world.

And we live in a beautiful world,

Yeah we do, yeah we do,

We live in a beautiful world.

Oh, all that I know,

There's nothing here to run from,

Cause, yeah, everybody here's got somebody to lean on.

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Smashing Pumpkins- Rocket

Bleed in your own light

Dream of your own life

I miss me

I miss everything I'll never be

And on, and on

I torch my soul to show

The world that I am pure

Deep inside my heart

No more lies

A crown of horns

An image formed deformed

The mark I've borne

A mark of scorn to you

Consume my love, devour my hate

Only powers my escape

The moon is out, the stars invite

I think I'll leave tonight

So soon I'll find myself alone

To relax and fade away

Do you know what's coming down

Do you know I couldn't stay free?

I shall be free

I shall be free

I shall be free

I shall be free

I shall be free free

Free of those voices inside me

I shall be free

I shall be free

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Nirvana- ANOREXORCIST

Look your legs are ashes

Charred into a special

Don't make noise you'll break

Your legs are eyes and all

You're right

I was your incompetant

Man just read the furies

Special time but you can't

Make too much of him

Gray

Ahhhh

Ohhhh

I was yours and closer

Your were them in New York

God me it's to enter

See your legs are in your legs

I was your end dancer

More than all I wish you

Got me under with the

Nice, nice, nice religious man

Ahhhh

Ohhhh

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Something 'bout the way the hair falls in your face

I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase

You tell me where to go and

Though I might leave to find it

I'll never let your head hit the bed

Without my hand behind it

John Mayer

He's just as proud as he can be

Of his anatomy

He goin' give us a peek

He ain't lewd, look at that, look at that

He's just in the mood to run in the nude

Ray Stevens

The strands in your eyes

The color them wonderfull

Stop me

Then steal my breath

Emeralds from mountains

Thrust towards the sky

Never revealing their depth

Edwin McCain Goo Goo Dolls

Whenever I stand before my maker

And the book is open wide

And the deeds of men both good and bad

Are recorded there inside

There won't be a sinful way beside my name

Or a time I let Him down

For the crimson blood of Jesus

Kept my wrongs from being found

Oh the pages have been stained

By the blood He shed for me

Praise God, I can't read them

Neither can He

What's been forgiven is forgotten

And impossible to see

Bloodstained pages, stained by blood

Shed for me

Whenever I stand in wait of judgment

To account for all my sin

And a diary of the life I've led

Is the evidence brought in

There will be no need of that log of deed

No conviction handed down

For the crimson blood of Jesus

Kept my wrongs from being found

Oh the pages have been stained

By the blood He shed for me

Praise God, I can't read them

Neither can He

What's been forgiven is forgotten

And impossible to see

Bloodstained pages, stained by blood

Shed for me

Oh the pages have been stained

By the blood He shed for me

Praise God, I can't read them

Neither can He

What's been forgiven is forgotten

And impossible to see

Bloodstained pages, stained by blood

That He shed for me

Oh, stained by blood

That He shed for me

Crystal Lewis

AWESOME!!

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You have so many relationships in this life

Only one or two will last

You go through all this pain and strife

Then you turn your back and they're gone so fast

And they're gone so fast

So hold on to the ones who really care

In the end they'll be the only ones there

When you get old and start losing your hair

Can you tell me who will still care?

Can you tell me who will still care?

Chorus:

Mmm bop, ba duba dop

Ba du bop, ba duba dop

Ba du bop, ba duba dop

Ba du

Mmm bop, ba duba dop

Ba du bop, Ba du dop

Ba du bop, Ba du dop

Ba du

Plant a seed, plant a flower, plant a rose

You can plant any one of those

Keep planting to find out which one grows

It's a secret no one knows

It's a secret no one knows

(Repeat Chorus)

In an mmm bop they're gone.

In an mmm bop they're not there.

In an mmm bop they're gone.

In an mmm bop they're not there.

Until you lose your hair. But you don't care.

(Repeat Chorus)

Can you tell me? You say you can but you don't know.

Can you tell me which flower's going to grow?

Can you tell me if it's going to be a daisy or a rose?

Can you tell me which flower's going to grow?

Can you tell me? You say you can but you don't know.

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Aeroplane Over the Sea - Neutral Milk Hotel

What a beautiful face

I have found in this place

that is circling all 'round the sun

What a beautiful dream

that could flash on the screen

in the blink of an eye and be gone from me

Soft and sweet

let me hold it close and keep it here

with me

And one day we will die

and our ashes will fly

from the aeroplane over the sea

But for now we are young

let us lay in the sun

and count every beautiful thing we can see

Love to be

in the arms of all I'm keeping here

with me

What a curious life

we have found here tonight

There is music that sounds from the street

There are lights in the clouds

Anna's ghost all around

Hear her voice as it's rolling and ringing through me

Soft and sweet

How the notes all bend and reach above

the trees

Now how I remember you

How I would push my fingers through

your mouth to make those muscles move

that made your voice so smooth and sweet

And now we keep where we don't know

All secrets sleep in winter clothes

with one they loved so long ago

now he don't even know his name

What a beautiful face

I have found in this place

That is circling all round' the sun

And when we meet on a cloud

I'll be laughing out loud

I'll be laughing with everyone I see

Can't believe

how strange it is to be anything

at all

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Ænima - Tool

Some say the end is near.

Some say we'll see Armageddon soon.

I certainly hope we will.

I sure could use a vacation from this

******** three ring circus sideshow of

Freaks

Here in this hopeless ******* hole we call LA

The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.

Any ******* time. Any ******* day.

Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

Fret for your figure and

Fret for your latte and

Fret for your lawsuit and

Fret for your hairpiece and

Fret for your prozac and

Fret for your pilot and

Fret for your contract and

Fret for your car.

It's a

******** three ring circus sideshow of

Freaks

Here in this hopeless ******* hole we call LA

The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.

Any ******* time. Any ******* day.

Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

Some say a comet will fall from the sky.

Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.

Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.

Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.

Some say the end is near.

Some say we'll see armageddon soon.

I certainly hope we will cuz

I sure could use a vacation from this

STUPID ****, silly ****, stupid ****...

One great big festering neon distraction,

I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.

Learn to swim.

Mum's gonna fix it all soon.

Mum's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to be.

Learn to swim.

**** L Ron Hubbard and

**** all his clones.

**** all these gun-toting

Hip gangster wannabes.

Learn to swim.

**** retro anything.

**** your tattoos.

**** all you junkies and

**** your short memory.

Learn to swim.

**** smiley glad-hands,

With hidden agendas.

**** these dysfunctional,

Insecure actresses.

Learn to swim.

Cuz I'm praying for mayhem

And I'm praying for tidal waves

I wanna see the ground give way.

I wanna watch it all go down.

Mum please flush it all away.

I wanna see it go right in and down.

I wanna watch it go right in.

Watch you flush it all away.

Time to bring it down again.

Don't just call me pessimist.

Try and read between the lines.

I can't imagine why you wouldn't

Welcome any change, my friend.

I wanna see it come down.

Come down.

Suck it down.

Flush it down.

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Immortal Technique - Internally Bleeding

"I curse the life of any man who kills

Benevolent ones, I never asked to be the messenger

But I was chosen to speak the words of every African slave

Dumped in the ocean, stolen by America

Tortured, buried, and frozen written out of the history books

Your children are holding, internally bleeding, cold blooded

Stripped of emotion, I go through the motions, but there's no

Life in my eyes, it's like I'm hooked up to a respirator

Waiting to die, hooked up to the f*cking chair

Waiting to fry, sooth an electrocution currently used

In my execution, producing thoughts at the speed of light

Burning confusion, I'm loosing my sight, breathing is tight

The evening is white, I made my peace with the Lord and now I

Stand on his right.....

Death is a another part of life...

These are my last words, I'm having difficultly breathing

Dying on the inside, internally bleeding

Angel of death.. Dragging me away while I'm sleeping

Watching my world crumble in front of me, searching for meaning

These are my last words, I'm having difficultly breathing

Dying on the inside, internally bleeding

Angel of death.. Dragging me away while I'm sleeping

Watching my world crumble in front of me, searching for meaning."

Cassidy - Get Retarted

"I Was Born To Shine I'm On My Grind Seven Days Ah Week. I Rhyme Sick, Spit Aids To

Beats. I Was Raised in The Streets, I Ain't Nevah Been Afraid Of Beef. I Reach Leave

You Layed in Ah Grave Deceased."

"Yo, I Got Ah Whole New Flow That ive Been Creating Thats in the Making, With the Pen

I Been innovating. And I'm intimidatiing Put Fear in Your Heart. Nightime I Shine Like

I'm Scared Of The Dark."

"Yeah, I Keep My Palm On My P*nis Kuz My Rhymes is

The Meanest I Got The Mind Of Ah Genius I Got Hot

Punchlines That Remind Ya Of Pheonix, I Son N*ggas Like

They Came Out'Of My P*nis."

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