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| Shinobi | Aug 1 2007, 04:06 AM Post #1 |
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絶望した!!!
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simular to the "what song are you listening to" thread Hands Held High ~Linkin Park Minutes to Midnight song about anti-militaryism... Turn my mic up louder I got to say somethin. Lightweights step it aside when we come in Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumpin People on the street they panic and start running. Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming. I jump in my mind and summon the rhyme i'm dumping. Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in Sick of the dark ways we march to the drum and Jump when they tell us that they wanna to see jumping. F**k that, I wanna see some fist pumping. risk something, take back what's yours say something that you know they might attack you for cause I'm sick of being treated like I have before like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for. Like this war's really just a different brand of war. Like it doesn't cater to rich and abandon poor. Like they understand you in the back of the jet, when you can't put gas in your tank, and these f**kers are laughing their way to the bank, cashing the check asking you to have compassion, AND have SOME respect for a leader so nervous in an obvious way Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay and the rest of the world watching at the end of the day in the living room laughing like "what did he say?" Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen In my living room watching, I am not laughing, Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen The world is cold, the bold men take action have to react or get blown into fractions. Ten years old, it's something to see, another kid my age drug under a jeep, taken and bound, and found later under a tree, I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me. [Hands Held High lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com] Do you see, the soldiers, they're out today they Brush the dust from bulletproof vests away. It's ironic, at times like this you pray, but a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday. There's bombs on the buses, bikes, roads, inside your market,your shops, your clothes, My dad, He's got a lot of fear I know but enough pride inside not to let that show. My brother had a book he would hold with pride A little red cover with a broken spine. On the back, he hand wrote a quote inside: "when the rich wage war, it's the poor who die" And meanwhile, the leader just talks away Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay and the rest of the world watching at the end of the day both scared and angry like "what did he say?" Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen. With hands held high into a sky so blue as the ocean opens up to swallow you. |
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| Grady | Aug 1 2007, 11:07 AM Post #2 |
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Artist: Lupe Fiasco (ft. Jonah Matranga) Album: Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor Title: The Instrumental [Lupe Fiasco] Uhh.. yeah He just sits, and watches the people in the boxes Everything he sees he absorbs and adopts it Heeeeee mimics and he mocks it Really hates the box but he can't remember how to stop, it Uhh, so he continues to watch it Hoping that it'll give him something that he can box with Or how the locksmith, see the box as, locked in the box Ain't got the combination to unlock, it That's why he watch-es, scared to look away Cause at that moment, it might show him What to take off the locks with So he chained himself to the box, took a lock and then he locked it Swallowed the combination and then forgot, it As the doctors jot it all down, with they pens and pencils The same ones that took away his voice And just left this instrumental, like that [Chorus: Josh Matranga + (Lupe)] And he never lies (he never lies, he never lies, uhh) And he never lies (uhh, he never lies, he never lies, no) [The Instrumental Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com] And he never lies (he never lies) Cause he never said anything at all [Lupe Fiasco] He just sits, and listens to the people in the boxes Everything he hears he absorbs and adopts it Anything not coming out the box he blocks it See he loves to box and hope they never stop it Anything the box tell him to do, he does it Anything it tell him to get, he shops and he cops it He protects the box, locks it in a box when he goes to sleep, but he never sleeps Cause he stays up to watch it, scared to look away Cause at that moment, it might get stolen And that's the last of the boxes So he chained himself to the box, took a lock and then he locked it Swallowed the combination and then forgot, it As the doctors jot it all down, with they pens and pencils The same ones that took away his voice And just left this instrumental, like that [Chorus] [Lupe Fiasco] (Anything at all..) He never lies Uhh, and you can't tell me just who you are You buy new clothes just to hide those scars You built that roof just to hide those stars Now you can't take it back to the start And you can't tell me just who you are You buy new clothes just to hide those scars You built that roof just to hide those stars Now you can't take it back to the start [Chorus] [Lupe Fiasco] (Anything at all.. anything at all..) Uhh, and you can't tell me just who you are You buy new clothes just to hide those scars You built that roof just to hide those stars Now you can't take it back to the start And you can't tell me just who you are You buy new clothes just to hide those scars You built that roof just to hide those stars Now you can't take it back to the start [repeats and fades as Josh ad libs] |
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| Guru | Aug 1 2007, 01:54 PM Post #3 |
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OBJECTION
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GYM CLASS HEROES LYRICS "Papercuts" She says she loves me But she comes and goes when she pleases When the door shuts It's like another papercut And now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades Claims she loves me But she cuts me into pieces When I'm sewed up Here comes another papercut Now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades..... We met 22 years back Fresh out the womb Now she consumes me, No room for self these days And she's so demanding Do this, do that Don't forget to take your medicine I hate it when her face is invading my head again The welcome mat reads "please take off your shoes" But she disregards the statement I've grown accustomed to bending my beliefs to Satisfy her needs But I'm fed up With plugging cuts everytime they bleed So I dip my pen in the puddle What a bloody mess its been Trying to end this struggle But I love her, She's the reason for the lesions Man I love her I start bleeding when she's leaving And every scar on my fingertip is a reminder of All the lessons learned On my missions to try to find her but I'll sit alone until she comes back home And I'll be waiting by the phone [phone rings:] "Hello?" She says she loves me But she comes and goes when she pleases When the door shuts It's like another papercut And now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades Claims she loves me But she cuts me into pieces When I'm sewed up Here comes another papercut Now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades..... [On the Phone] She don't live here no more I heard she's staying down the street with the dead beat That don't treat her right with two bad ass kids Guilt and Regret And I'm willing to bet My last album that she's wishing she was kissing me Man the nerve of this bitch Pardon my French But it's been 10 days And I'm getting kind of light headed Maybe I'll write her a letter in a gentleman's way And send it with the hopes that she might get it I can't believe I let her run all over me But all I think about is When she's here and holding me I love her She's the reason for the lesions Man I love her I start bleeding when she's leaving And every scar on my fingertip is a reminder of All the lessons learned All my missions trying to find her and I can't complain I kind of like the pain She ain't even got a name She just lives in my brain And says.. She says she loves me But she comes and goes when she pleases When the door shuts It's like another papercut And now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades Claims she loves me But she cuts me into pieces When I'm sewed up Here comes another papercut Now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades..... She says she loves me but (she really thinks that im an asshlole) She says she loves me but (my ears are too big) She says she loves me but (i pick my nose too much) She says she loves me but (she says i never really listen) She says she loves me but (i take too many pills) She says she loves me but (i never pay my bills) She says she loves me but (i wait until the last minute) She says she loves me but (i dont try hard enough) |
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| roarshock | Aug 1 2007, 02:52 PM Post #4 |
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Thunda Thunda Thunda MAGE!!
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Artist: Metallica Album: S&M Song: Nothing Else Matters So close no matter how far Couldnt be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are And nothing else matters Never opened myself this way Life is ours, we live it our way All these words I dont just say And nothing else matters Trust I seek and I find in you Every day for us something new Open mind for a different view And nothing else matters Never cared for what they do Never cared for what they know But I know So close no matter how far Couldnt be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are And nothing else matters Never cared for what they do Never cared for what they know But I know Never opened myself this way Life is ours, we live it our way All these words I dont just say And nothing else matters Trust I seek and I find in you Every day for us something new Open mind for a different view And nothing else matters Never cared for what they say Never cared for games they play Never cared for what they do Never cared for what they know And I know So close no matter how far Couldnt be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are No nothing else matters |
Voilą! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.![]() [size=-1]credit: wirtjr and zoe for the sig[/size] | |
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| YokaiKnight | Aug 1 2007, 03:44 PM Post #5 |
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Somethin' real, real, real, real, real...
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| Oujay | Aug 1 2007, 07:20 PM Post #6 |
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No School Drug Zone
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Artist: Morning Glory Album: This is no time ta sleep Song: Gang control (feat. Popeye & Skwert) Bombs over New York And sky below Social society in aqua-glo Meaning is void in the face of racist reasoning Stealing back the world from the police-thieving [Popeye] and the gun comes down when you look in the eyes it's flat like a doll like a shark living with your lies it's gonna kill ya and eat up your soul emerald city with a blue wall fuck the police they have gang control we gotta take it back everyone get up & lets go around the globe it's outta hand indonesia & japan across the ocean, back again england, zaire and iran History - shrouded in mystery Fight wars for ancestory Cops do tha same: Continue on the old shame Down in the fires for a cop out for fame. [Skwert:] step to us and we go pow pow next thing you know you're lying dead on the ground there's no way you'll understand the weight of our lives mister officer watch your back tonight fuck the police they have gang control we gotta tear it down everyone let's go from pole to pole it's outta hand burma, kenya and thailand in every city the laws protecting the elite fuck the police they have gang control we gotta tear it down everyone let's go individuals who hate man with kings license to clean the land fill the already one way laws Ska punk wins again |
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| Reaver | Aug 2 2007, 12:14 PM Post #7 |
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Troll
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Song: Up In Arms Artist: Foo Fighters Album: The Colour and the Shape (1997) The rain is here and you, my dear, are still my friend It's true, the two of us are back as one again I was the one who left you Always coming back I cannot forget you, girl Now I am up in arms again The rain is here and you, my dear, are still my friend It's true, the two of us are back as one again I was the one who left you Always coming back I cannot forget you, girl Now I am up in arms again Together now I don't know how this love could end My lonely heart, it falls apart for you to mend I was the one who left you Always coming back I cannot forget you, girl Now I am up in arms again I was the one who left you Always coming back I cannot forget you, girl Now I am up in arms again I was the one who left you Always coming back I cannot forget you, girl Now I am up in arms again |
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| Light Yagami | Aug 2 2007, 09:46 PM Post #8 |
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As dog as a Fetch
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Jewel ---Amen--- You're mothers' child but night lays you down hair aflame, wile look in your eye Naked belly to the ground A forest fire Nibbles at your veins Crawls up your arm runs away with your mind And burns dry thoughts like leaves Amen Eyes stare up but something's in the way In the Bible only angels have wings And the rest must wait to be saved A dry tongue Screams at the sky But the wind just breathes words in As a strange bird tries to fly Amen Pieces of us die everyday As though our flesh were hell Such injustice, as children we are told That from God we fell. Where are my angels? Where's my golden one? Where's my hope now that my heroes have gone? Some are being beaten Some are being born. And some can't tell the difference anymore Amen Hallelujah Hallelujah |
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