What is your Sindome theme song?

If Sindome had a theme song, what would it be? Feel free to post the lyrics or a suitable link for others to peruse. My Sindome theme song is as follows:

Deformography
Antichrist Superstar
Marilyn Manson
–-----------------------------

When you wish upon a star
Don�t let yourself fall, fall in too hard
I fell into you and I�m on my back
An insect decaying in your little trap
I squirm into you, now I�m in your gut
I fell into you, now I�m in a rut
I lift you up like the sweetest angel,
I�ll tear you down like a whore.
I will bury your God in my warm spit,
You�ll be deformed in your porn�
Rock star, yeah (you�re such a dirty, dirty)
Rock star, yeah (dirty, dirty, dirty)
You eat up my heart and all the little parts
Your star is so sharp
It leaves me jagged holes
I make myself sick just to poison you
If I can�t have you then no one will
(chorus)
You are the one I want and what I want is so unreal
I�m such a dirty rock star yeah...
(I am the one you want and the one you want is so unreal)

(Edited by Grim at 12:04 am on Mar. 25, 2006)

By Grim at Mar 24, 2006, 8:03 PM | 0

DMX-Where the hood at

Now i gotta deal with this shit
Aiyyo, ya niggaz must be outcha fuckin mind
Thinkin dog can't pull another motherfuckin rabbit out the hat
Nigga I ain't gotta check out my motherfuckin sleeves you bitch ass niggaz
Fuck is y'all niggaz…
Y'all niggaz just thinkin I'm sittin around doin nothin?
Oh my God, y'all niggaz can't be serious

[Chorus: DMX - repeat 2X]
Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?
All them niggaz actin up?!? Where the wolves at?
You better BUST THAT if you gon pull that

[DMX]
Man, cats don't know what it's gonna be
Fuckin with a nigga like me, D-to-the-M-to-the-X
Last I heard, y'all niggaz was havin sex, with the SAME sex
I show no love, to homo thugs
Empty out, reloaded and throw more slugs
How you gonna explain fuckin a man?
Even if we squashed the beef, I ain't touchin ya hand
I don't fuck with chumps, for those to been to jail
That's the cat with the Kool-Aid on his lips and pumps
I don't fuck with niggaz that think they broads
Only know how to be ONE WAY, that's the dog
I know how to get down, know how to BITE
Bark very little, but I know HOW TO FIGHT
I know how to chase a cat up in the tree
MAN, I GIVE Y'ALL NIGGAZ THE B'INESS FOR FUCKIN WIT ME, IS YOU

CRAZY?!?

[Chorus]

[DMX]
Once a song, I come though, guns is drawn
BLAM BLAM, lungs are gone, sons will mourn
From dusk till dawn, nighttime belongs to the dog
when the street passed midnight, look for 'em in the morgue
Don't play with these cats cuz I ain't got nothin to say to these cats
For the mothers that really do love em, please pray for these cats
Cuz I know niggaz is hardheaded but I ain't got the patience
Don't want me havin no patience turn into more patience
More trips to ICU cuz I see you
Tryna get away with shit a real nigga wouldn't do
Where my dogs at? (RIGHT HERE) See them niggaz? (RIGHT WHERE?!?)
GET EM BOY! (RIGHT THERE) That's how we do… (AIIGHT THEN)
This is for my dogs, this is for my dogs
YO, WHERE WE AT BABY?!? (CREEPIN THROUGH THE FOG)
From then till now, don't ask me how
Know that we gon roll like them niggaz and hit every block on the job

[Chorus]

[DMX]
I did tapes doin crimes, stop niggaz like grapes makin wine
Five CD's with mad rhymes
Don't hit me with that positive shit, I know you lyin
You really wanna stop niggaz from dyin? Stop niggaz from tryin
I cuz I ain't really got that time to waste
and I thought I told you to get these fuckin bums out my face
Lookin atchu in your grill, I might be nice to cut
Once I split ya ass in two, you'll be twice as butt
Yeah, you right, I know ya style - PUSSY cuz I'm fuckin it
Since we all right here, you hold my dick while he suckin it
MOTHERFUCKER, don't you know you'll never come near me
Shove ya head up ya ass, have you seein shit clearly
Never heard that D be runnin, cuz D be gunnin
I beat my dick and bust off in ya eye so you can see me comin/cumin
Empty clips and shells are what I leave behind
and if they get me with the joint, they hit me with a three-to-nine

[Chorus]

[DMX talking]
WHERE THE FUCKIN HOOD AT?!? (It's all good, the dog is the hood)
NO ONES' FUCKIN WITH ME NIGGA, FO REAL (It's all good, the dog is the hood)
I AM THE HOOD, I AM THE STREETS (It's all good, the dog is the hood)
YOU BITCH ASS NIGGA (It's all good, the dog is the hood)
TAKE IT HOW YOU WANT, MOTHERFUCKER (It's all good, the dog is the hood)
I'M IN THE HOOD ALL DAY (It's all good, the dog is the hood)
I THINK I'M LIKE THE ONLY NIGGA, DOG (It's all good, the dog is the hood)
THAT CAN GO TO THE PROJECTS (SCHOOL STREET, HOME OF THE BRAVE)
BY HIS FUCKIN SELF AND BE GOOD
YEAH NIGGA, ASK NIGGAZ ON Y.O. (MY PROJECTS, Y.O.)
WHEN THE LAST TIME THEY SEEN DOG (Not too long ago baby)
MOTHERFUCKER..
DEE, WAAH, UGH… (Y'all niggaz is homeless)
KATO... (Where the hood at?)

By Biohazard at Mar 24, 2006, 8:53 PM | 0

Fugazi.Five Corporations

Moves so slowly
Grows so smoothly
Takes so neatly
It's as if they belong and they've been here all along
Grows so smoothly
Moves so slowly
Takes completely
It's as if they belong and they've been here all along
This one's ours let's take another
Check the math here check in ten years
Clusterfuck theory buy them up and shut them down
Then repeat in every town
Every town will be the same
This one's ours let's take another
Five corporations there is a pattern

(Edited by ReeferMadness at 11:49 am on Mar. 25, 2006)

By ReeferMadness at Mar 25, 2006, 6:48 AM | 0

Linkin Park - Somewhere I belong

[Verse 1]
I had nothing to say
and i get lost in the nothingness inside of me
(i was confused)
and i live it all out to find, but im not the only person wit these things in mind
(inside of me)
but all that they can see the words revealed
is the only real thing that i got left to feel
(nothing to lose)
just stuck hollow and alone
and the fault is my own and the fault is my own

[Chorus]
i wanna heal i wanna feel what i thought was never real
i wanna let go of the pain ive felt so long.
erase all the pain til its gone
i wanna heal i wanna feel like im close to something real.
i wanna find something ive wanted all along
somewhere i belong

and i got nothing to say. i cant believe i didnt fall right down on my face
(i was confused)
look at everywhere only to find.
it is not the way i had imagined it all in my mind.
(so what am i)
what do i have but negativity
cuz i cant trust no one by the way everyone is looking at me
(nothing to lose)
nothing to gain im hollow and alone
and the fault is my own
and the fault is my own

[repeat chorus]

[Verse 3] (Chester)
I will never know myself until i do this on my own
cuz i will never feel anything else until my wounds are healed
i will never be anything til i break away from me
i will break away. ill find myself today

[repeat chorus]

By Nemisis at Mar 26, 2006, 7:48 PM | 0

Mine is all that's left, by Thrice:

One day the dreamers died,
Within us,
When all our answers never came.
We hid the truth beneath,
Our skin but,
Our shadows never looked the same.

A ghost,
Is all that's left,
Of everything we swore we never would forget.
We tried to bleed the sickness,
But we drained our hearts instead.
We are,
We are the dead.

And when we couldn't stop,
The bleeding,
And when we couldn't stop,
The bleeding,
We held our hearts over the flame,
We held our hearts over the flame,
We couldn't help but call it treason,
Treason,
And after that we couldn't fill our frames.
After that our shadows never looked the same.

A ghost,
Is all that's left,
Of everything we swore we never would forget.
We tried to bleed the sickness,
But we drained our hearts instead.
We are,
We are the dead.

In summers past,
We'd challenge Fate,
With higher pitch and perfect aim,
And standing fast,
We'd radiate
A light we loved but never named but the answers,
Never came.
Our shadows never,
Looked the same.

A ghost,
Is all that's left,
We are the ones who lost our faith,
Of everything we swore we never would forget.
Can we be saved?
We tried to bleed the sickness,
But we drained our hearts instead.
We are,
We are the dead.
We are the ones who lost our faith.
A ghost of everything we thought but never said.
Can we be saved?
We tried to bleed the sickness,
But we drained our hearts instead.
We are the ones who lost our faith.
We dug ourselves an early grave.
We are the dead,
Can,
We,
Be,
Saved?….

By Salvatore at Mar 27, 2006, 7:46 PM | 0

Short People - Randy Newman

Short people got no reason
Short people got no reason
Short people got no reason
To live

They got little hands
And little eyes
And they walk around
Tellin' great big lies
They got little noses
And tiny little teeth
They wear platform shoes
On their nasty little feet

Well, I don't want no short people
Don't want no short people
Don't want no short people
Round here

Short people are just the same
As you and I
(A fool such as I)
All men are brothers
Until the day they die
(It's a wonderful world)

Short people got nobody
Short people got nobody
Short people got nobody
To love

They got little baby legs
And they stand so low
You got to pick 'em up
Just to say hello
They got little cars
That got beep, beep, beep
They got little voices
Goin' peep, peep, peep
They got grubby little fingers
And dirty little minds
They're gonna get you every time
Well, I don't want no short people
Don't want no short people
Don't want no short people
'Round here

By Xeethot at Mar 28, 2006, 1:58 PM | 0

No lyrics for this one but its an ideal theme for a decker….

'Linja' by Blamstrain out of Finland. I love the high freq. synth loop that seem like its reflecting off ice.

You can tell by his site that he's hardcore. Incidentally, this dude was born in '85 and has been producing amazing stuff since '02.

Fuckin kid released his first album at 17.

Any of you people into electronic stuff? I hate most lyrics.

(Edited by BuddhaBrand at 5:32 am on May 17, 2006)

By BuddhaBrand at May 17, 2006, 3:29 AM | 0

I'm big into downtempo lounge, drum 'n' bass, and jungle. Amon Tobin is the shit, by the way.

Just a few chyen in the bucket.

By Grim at May 23, 2006, 10:29 PM | 0

Personally, I like listening to Corrupt Souls while playing Sindome. Their beats are edgy. I especially like Drop Zone. Give it a listen and you'll see what I mean. A lot of their works are titled like something out of a CP novel. Very cool stuff.

Just a few more chyen and I'll get that needlegun,

Grim

By Grim at May 23, 2006, 10:45 PM | 0

Variations. Everything is variations with me, although I do have my favorites, which depend on the type of character at the time. Here's the lyrics to both mixer and mixer.

Frank Sinatra(corpie)
Live Till I Die

I'm gonna live till I die
I'm gonna laugh stead of cry
I'm gonna take the town turn it upside down
I'm gonna live, live, live until I die

They're gonna say what a guy
I'm gonna play for the sky
Ain't gonna miss a thing,gonna have my fling
I'm gonna live live live until I die

Those blues I lay low, I'll make them stay low
They'll never trail over my head
I'll be a devil till I'm an angel
But until then Hallelujah
Gonna dance gonna fly
I'll take my chance riding high
Before my numbers up I'm gonna fill my cup
I'm gonna live, live, live until I die

Those blues I lay low,I'll make them stay low
They'll never trail over my head
I'll be a devil till I'm an angel
But until then Hallelujah
Gonna dance gonna fly
I'll take my chance riding high
Before my numbers up I'm gonna fill my cup
I'm gonna live, live, live, live until I die

Nonpoint(mixer)
"Bullet With A Name"

My disposition is in a possition for all to see.
Regretless for how it feels.
I got a bullet with a name on it.
Bullet with a name.

Because the cause for all, the pause you think you see
is really concentration on the steel.
I got a bullet with a name on it.
Bullet with a name.

See everybody watching and passing judjement
on every little move and disition I make.
How can i be an individual with the weight of the world
with 8 other planets to take?
and with everything happening
gunshots clappin and people all
runnin in every direction
with their hands up prayin for the drama to end,
I got my hand out lookin for some money to spend.

[Chorus]
The price tags on the things i need are getting bigger by the day
I got a bullet with a name on it.
Bullet with a name.
The way I work so hard for things they just take away from me.
I got a bullet with a name on it.
Bullet with a name.

I'm workin harder than a hundred black mules down in Mexico.
No water, no clouds, no cover,
from the hotter than Hell no dinner bell,
empty oven again from another bad opinion.
I mean who doesn't want the cars,
money, fame, attention, bars, honeys,
games, attention, stars?
Funny how we say we don't need it
then turn around and try to achieve it.

[Chorus]

Everything that they say about me.
And everything that they make me need,
are nothing when they're taking everything away from me.
Everyone trying to make it harder
and everyone saying I would never be.
You're nothing but a name on the bullet that I aim…

[Chorus]

By Vega at May 23, 2006, 11:03 PM | 0

Yeah, I've been a long time fan of Amon Tobin. Nobody can make a fake drum set sound like a real drum set moving that fast.

Not to get off topic, but Gridlock is pretty good too. They move in the Industrial wave spectrum a little too much for me, but they have good beats too.

Also of course, The Mad Capsule Markets. Japanese, and very CP.

And if you like dnb it goes without saying BAD COMPANY!!!!

(Edited by BuddhaBrand at 5:22 am on May 24, 2006)

By BuddhaBrand at May 24, 2006, 3:20 AM | 0

I love you Xee..

By Lillith at Jun 10, 2006, 12:23 PM | 0

This is called The Beat by Snapcase. I highly.. -highly- recomend their End Transmission cd. The whole thing is themed after cyberpunk

The Beat

The year is twenty seventy-one.
One drum by law has just begun to beat.
You'll be informed on what you'll be,
And correspond if you want to live.

Everywhere, people move to the cadence of just one drum.
Time is here, of what we feared, synchronized by the prosperous ones.

Working class, caste system, adjust.
Pushed down, down, down.
Executive hands are red again,
But correspond if you want to live.

Everywhere, people move to the cadence of just one drum.
Time is here, of what we feared, synchronized by the prosperous ones.

People move to the beat, to the beat of just one drum.
People move to the beat, to the beat of just one drum.
People move (everywhere) to the beat (everywhere), to the beat of just one drum.
People move (everywhere) to the beat (everywhere), to the beat of just one
drum.

(Edited by Lillith at 1:57 pm on June 18, 2006)

By Lillith at Jun 18, 2006, 11:56 AM | 0

So Many tears - 2pac

I shall not fear no man but God
Though I walk through the valley of death
I shed so many tears (if I should die before I wake)
Please God walk with me (grab a nigga and take me to Heaven)

Back in elementary, I thrived on misery
Left me alone I grew up amongst a dyin breed
Inside my mind couldn't find a place to rest
until I got that Thug Life tatted on my chest
Tell me can you feel me? I'm not livin in the past, you wanna last
Be tha first to blast, remember Kato
No longer with us he's deceased
Call on the sirens, seen him murdered in the streets
Now rest in peace
Is there heaven for a G? Remember me
So many homies in the cemetery, shed so many tears

Ahh, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears..
Lord, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears

Now that I'm strugglin in this business, by any means
Label me greedy gettin green, but seldom seen
And fuck the world cause I'm cursed, I'm havin visions
of leavin here in a hearse, God can you feel me?
Take me away from all the pressure, and all the pain
Show me some happiness again, I'm goin blind
I spend my time in this cell, ain't livin well
I know my destiny is Hell, where did I fail?
My life is in denial, and when I die,
baptized in eternal fire I'll shed so many tears

Lord, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears..
Lord, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears

Now I'm lost and I'm weary, so many tears
I'm suicidal, so don't stand near me
My every move is a calculated step, to bring me closer
to embrace an early death, now there's nothin left
There was no mercy on the streets, I couldn't rest
I'm barely standin, bout to go to pieces, screamin peace
And though my soul was deleted, I couldn't see it
I had my mind full of demons tryin to break free
They planted seeds and they hatched, sparkin the flame
inside my brain like a match, such a dirty game
No memories, just a misery
Paintin a picture of my enemies killin me, in my sleep
Will I survive til the mo'nin, to see the sun
Please Lord forgive me for my sins, cause here I come…

Lord, I suffered through the years (God) and shed so many tears..
God, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears

Lord knows I.. tried, been a witness to homicide
Seen drivebys takin lives, little kids die
Wonder why as I walk by
Broken-hearted as I glance at the chalk line, gettin high
This ain't the life for me, I wanna change
But ain't no future right for me, I'm stuck in the game
I'm trapped inside a maze
See this Tanqueray influenced me to gettin crazy
Disillusioned lately, I've been really wantin babies
so I could see a part of me that wasn't always shady
Don't trust my lady, cause she's a product of this poison
I'm hearin noises, think she fuckin all my boys, can't take no more
I'm fallin to the floor; beggin for the Lord to let me in
to Heaven's door – shed so many tears
(Dear God, please let me in)

Lord, I've lost so many years, and shed so many tears..
I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears
Lord, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears..
God, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears

Nothing like a little Tupac to get you in the mood for SD

By InsaneRadical at Jun 18, 2006, 12:13 PM | 0

feat. Twista, Krayzie Bone,8 Ball & MJG
Notorious…

[B.I.G.]

Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks, squeeze your clip hit the right one,
passthat weed i got to light one,
squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed i got to light one,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks, squeeze your clip hit the right one,pass that weed i got to light one,
squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed i got to light one,

[B.I.G. - Verse]
Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang wit us,
straight up weed no angel dust, label us notorious, thug ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us,
ya'll niggas be scramblin gamblin, up in restaurants with mandolins and violins,
we just sittin here tryin to win, tryin' not to sin,
high off weed and lots of gin, so much smoke need oxygen,
steadily countin' them benjamins, nigga you should to if u knew wut this game would do 2 u,
bin in this shit since '92, look at all the bullshit i've bin through,
so called beef with u know who, fucked a few female stars or two,
then a bluelight niggas knew like
Mike-shiiit not to be fuck wit. Muthafucka betta duck quick..cuzz me and my
dogs love to buck shit, fuck the luck shit strictly aim
no asperation to quit da game.
Spit yo' game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call your clicks,
squeeze your clip and hit the right one
pass dat weed l gotta light one
all them niggas l gotta fight one
all them hoes l gotta like one
our situation is a tight one
what u wanna do? fight or run?
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks, squeeze your clip hit the right one,
pass that weed i got to light one,
squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed i got to light one,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks, squeeze your clip hit the right one,
pass that weed i got to light one,
squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed i got to light one,

[Twista]
Nigga money livin' marvelous, in god we trust,
don't too many niggas wanna start wit us, got big guns in the cars wit us,
bust at any muther fucka actin hard wit us,
don't really wanna show u wut a G.I.B., i rather be sippin remy in the V.I.P.,
when u hear the music it'll be by me, Twista with the legendary nigga B.I.G.,
Brooklyn and K-town, when u checkin' out the flow, u know its goin rain with persistence,
2 legends on the same track, 2 different plains of existence,
lets get it crackin' i love to bust flows, hit it from the back cus i love to buck hoe,
spit it for the city i love Chi-ca-go, cali-coes buck, i love to bust those,
you think you can spit on the mike like you Biggie and flow just as steady as I, shit is real u know u love him, u ain't got "Ready to Die",
"Life After Death", give to you, however u want it nigga,that a day after, give it to ya, however u want it nigga,
cus the shit is giddie, so i carry big heat, screamin' come 'n' get me,
Twista and Biggie on the Swizz beat,
3 mils i love to make 1, all these cars i love to ride 1,
all these hoes i love to cut 1,
a tribute to BIG i love to bust 1,

Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks, squeeze your clip hit the right one,
passthat weed i got to light one,
squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed i got to light one,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks, squeeze your clip hit the right one,
pass that weed i got to light one,
squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed i got to light one,

[Krayzie Bone]
In the middle of a hour, bring niggas more drama than they baby mamas, nigga wanna battle,ima bomb ya,
one man will attack like a pack of pirahnas, like taracotta,
niggas always ready for the war, they don't really wanna see a nigga tho,
we can hit 'em ina minute then we finished wit'em, hit'em with tha venom of a nigga witha sicko flow,
Dealin' wit Swizz, Oh NO!, niggas in tro-ou-ble,
somebody better call po-po, its gonna be murder when i get through servin em verbally (YEAH),
nigga ya'll heard of me, brick city killa, nigga word to me,
and im classic like Bird and Magic, with a tactic to snatch his rep back, and stack some, drag him,
double on'em at random, with the bullets i brand'em,
fixin' to hold the game ransom,
runnin up in your mansion, cash demandin, flashin' cannons, niggas ain't ready for this 1,
cus im on a mission to get even better believe it, im heavily heated,
its easy to see it, if you wanna see me, let that be the reason.

[B.I.G. - Chorus]

Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks, squeeze your clip hit the right one,
pass that weed i got to light one,
squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed i got to light one,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks, squeeze your clip hit the right one,
pass that weed i got to light one,
squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed i got to light one,

By Biohazard at Jul 6, 2006, 1:45 PM | 0

Terror Squad. They rock for SD.

Also. Bio, is your tag from Duke Nukem?

By Nemisis at Jul 7, 2006, 10:22 PM | 0

"Hymn of the Big Wheel" by Massive Attack

[Horace Andy]

The big wheel keeps on turning
On a simple line day by day
The earth spins on its axis
One man struggle while another relaxes

There's a hole in my soul like a cavity
Seems like the world is out to gather just by gravity
The wheel keeps turning the sky's rearranging
Look my son the weather is changing

I'd like to feel that you could be free
Look up at the blue skies beneath a new tree
Sometime again
You'll turn green and the sea turns red
My son I said the power of axis over my head
The big wheel keeps on turning
On a simple line day by day
The earth spins on its axis
One man struggle while another relaxes

We sang about the sun and danced among the trees
And we listened to the whisper of the city on the breeze
Will you cry in the most in a lead-free zone
Down within the shadows where the factories drone
On the surface of the wheel they build another town
And so the green come tumbling down
Yes close your eyes and hold me tight
And i'll show you sunset sometime again

The big wheel keeps on turning
On a simple line day by day
The earth spins on its axis
One man struggle while another relaxes
As a child's silent prayer my hope hides in disguise
While satellites and cameras watch from the skies
An acid drop of rain recycled from the sea
It washed away my shadow burnt a hole in me
And all the king's men cannot put it back again
But the ghetto sun will nurture life
And mend my soul sometime again

The big wheel keeps on turning
On a simple line day by day
The earth spins on its axis
One man struggle while another relaxes
[x2]

By Grim at Jul 16, 2006, 5:02 AM | 0

massive attack rocks. as does portishead, snake river conspiracy, thievery incorporated, morcheeba (who is splitting kinda, the lead singer going off on her own, getting a new male lead vocals), that's what i listen to when i run the drome.

By SoulExistence at Jul 17, 2006, 4:46 AM | 0

I seen Snake River Consipracy live back in 2000. Good show, but was dissappointed when the singer was all leading up to flashing everyone but didn't, kinda ruined my high.

By Ramsey at Jul 17, 2006, 1:55 PM | 0

Another song. This one's jungle/breakbeat, and I like it a lot. The cut and dried lyrics don't do justice to the music itself, but, it fits:

Pendulum vs Fresh - Breakbeat Kaos (BBK009) - Tarantula (feat Spyda & Tenor)

[Chorus]
Black tarantula,
Time for the massive come sing ya,
Black tarantula,
Don't play with my style I might sting ya,
Black tarantula,
You want me inject me bacteria,
And if ya body goin� stiff,
And your spine goin� numb,
Now come for get some…

Massive! Time to fix you up something here right now...

[Verse]
Shotter, hitter, serial killer,
Go a your funeral and all drink out your liquor,
When you are bury we a-stand next to the vicar,
Fling on some dirt and make your bury a little quicker,
Shouldn�t test the youth them in the Tommy Hilfiger,
Hug up you mama, say sorry to you papa,
All a get number for the little sister,
It true we cold like alaska, freeza

[Chorus]

[Verse]

[Chorus]

[Verse]

[Chorus] x2

(Edited by Grim at 12:04 am on Sep. 2, 2006)

By Grim at Sep 1, 2006, 8:02 PM | 0

Quote: from Lillith on 2:56 pm on June 18, 2006[br]This is called The Beat by Snapcase. I highly.. -highly- recomend their End Transmission cd. The whole thing is themed after cyberpunk

I used to make in-game graffiti based on that album. Perfect soundtrack for CP.

By Spaze at Nov 26, 2006, 10:31 PM | 0

Open Up by Dispatch - a little punkish surf-rock "sublime" feel.

"Open Up"

they were looking for me when I came to
they were looking for me when I came back
said hey you, you're looking very suspicious
I said relax man get off my back
I said relax man get off my back

I, I, I ain't opposed to seeking justice
but you're going about it all wrong
the man you're looking for does not exist
he's just a figment of the higher man's tounge

[CHORUS:]
and they say
open up we're comming inside
you can't run so you may as well hide
we got the place covered from head to toe, head to toe
open up we're comming inside
what's it feel like to know you're going to die
on the other side of the row
on the other side of the row

so they took me down to the gallows
and this boy he say to me
why do you smile when the rope's around your neck
I said I tell you boy when I get back
I said I tell you boy when I get back

I, I, I ain't opposed to seeking justice
but you're going about it all wrong
the man you're looking for does not exist
he's just a figment of the higher man's tounge
he's just a victim of the higher man's tounge

[CHORUS]

hands above your head
que le via bien
step out of line we'll and fill you with lead

how are we to know that your not a liar
don't you see whe have a job to do
and our job is the law
you fit the description of a criminal crosser
we believe that he is you and that is your flaw
that is your flaw…
that is your flaw...

and they say
open up we're comming inside
you can't run so you may as well hide
we got the place covered from head to toe, head to toe
open up we're comming inside
what's it feel like to know you're going to die
on the other side of the row
on the other side of the row

(Edited by Oak at 3:01 pm on Nov. 28, 2006)

By Oak at Nov 28, 2006, 2:59 PM | 0

I MOO to anything by Celine Dion. Makes me ready and willing to kill anything.

By Iga at Nov 30, 2006, 5:15 PM | 0

He he he…

Celine Dion.

By Lena at Nov 30, 2006, 8:03 PM | 0

Psssh…

PUBLIC_Enemy - Welcome to the Terror Dome
Snakebitten, what WHAT!

I got so much trouble on my mind
I refuse to lose
Here's your ticket
Hear the drummer get wicked
The crew to you to push the back to Black
Attack so I sat and japped
Then slapped the Mac(Intosh)
Now I'm ready to mike it
(You know I like it) huh
Hear my favoritism roll "Oh"
Never be a brother like to go solo
Lazer anastasia maze ya
Ways to blaze your brain and train ya
The way I'm livin', forgiven'
What I'm givin' up
X on the flex hit me now
I don't know about later
As for now I know how to avoid the paranoid
Man I've had it up to here
Gear I wear got 'em goin' in fear
Rhetoric said
Read just a bit ago
Not quittin' though
Signed the hard rhymer
Work to keep from gettin' jerked
Changin' some ways
To way back in the better days
Raw metaphysically bold
Never followed a code
Still dropped a load
Never question what I am God knows
Cause it's comin' from the heart
What I got better get some
(Get on up) hustler of culture
Snakebitten
Been spit in the face
But the rhymes keep fittin'
Respects been givin' how's ya livin'
Now I can't protect a pad off defect
Check the record
An reckon an intentional wreck
Played off as some intellect
Made the call, took the fall
Broke the laws
Not my fault they're fallin' off
Known as fair square
Throughout my years
So I growl at the livin' foul
Black to the bone my home is your home
So welcome to the Terrordome
Subordinate terror
Kickin' off an era
Cold deliverin' pain
My 98 was 87 on a record yo
So now I go Bronco

Crucifixion ain't no fiction
So called chosen frozen
Apology made to who ever pleases
Still they got me like Jesus
I rather sing, bring, think reminisce
'Bout a brother while I'm in sync
Every brother ain't a brother cause a color
Just as well could be undercover
Backstabbed, grabbed a flag
From the back of the lab
Told a Rab get off the rag
Sad to say I got sold down the river
Still some quiver when I deliver
Never to say I never know or had a clue
Word was heard, plus hard on the boulevard
Lies, scandalizin', basin'
Traits of hate who's celebratin' wit satan?
I rope a dope the evil with righteous
Bobbin' and weavin' and let the good get even
C'mon down
And welcome to the Terrordome.
Caught in the race against time
The pit and the pendulum
Check the rhythm and rhymes
While I'm bendin' 'em
Snakes blowin' up the lines of design
Tryin' to blind the science I'm snedin' 'em
How to fight the power
Cannot run and hide
But it shouldn't be suicide
In a game a fool without the rules
Got a hell of a nerve to just criticize
Every brother ain't a brother
Cause a Black hand
Squeezed on Malcom X the man
The shootin' of Huey Newton
From a hand of a Nigger who pulled the trigger

It's weak to speak and blame somebody else
When you destroy yourself
First nothing's worse than a mother's pain
Of a son slain in Bensonhurst
Can't wait for the state to decide the fate
So this jam I dedicate
Places with racist faces
Just an example of one of many cases
The Greek weekend speech I speak
From a lesson learned in Virginia (Beach)
I don't smile in the line of fire
I go wildin'
But it's on bass and drums even violins
Watcha do gitcha head ready
Instead of gettin' physically sweaty
When I get mad
I put it down on a pad
Give ya somethin' that cha never had controllin'
Fear of high rollin'
God bless your soul and keep livin'
Never allowed, kickin' it loud
Droppin' a bomb
Brain game intellectual Vietnam
Move as a team
Never move alone
But
Welcome to the Terrordome

By ReeferMadness at Dec 1, 2006, 10:23 AM | 0

Jimmy Crack Corn - Eminem feat. 50 Cent

[Verse 1 - Eminem]

Jimmy can crack corn, but I don't care
My enemies crack corn, but I don't care
You can be black, white or a albino yeah
You can have corn rows inside your hair
I give a fuck if I don't like your stare
This bottle of wine goes upside your head
A little bit psycho, but I know that
Think you just don't say it, then I won't say it
See if you don't brag, then I don't brag
I know I'm bad, as long as I know I'm bad
I don't need y'all to co-sign no shit
You can just keep makin them tired old threats
A little bit like the boy you cried wolf yeah
See me, but don't dare to try no shit
Cause you know that somewhere inside those layers
A rattlesnake's right there to bite your ass
And I can be so quiet and strike so fast
Like lightning bolts right out the sky go *blah
From outta nowhere, you might find your career
Come to an *err and I'm just like (Oh Yeah)

[Chorus - Eminem]

See us on them award shows, we're like (Oh yeah)
Can we get more of those, they're like (Oh yeah)
See us keep blowin up, we're like (Oh yeah)
See Jimmy can crack corn but I don't care
See me in the videos, I'm like (Oh yeah)
See me right up close, you're like (Oh Em)
And where is D12 at, they like (We over here)
And where the fuck we goin, well like (No where)

[Verse 2 - Eminem]

Jealous little fucks beg for my attention but
I done told you once, I'm not the kind of attention you want
If I tell you twice, then I won't be so nice
If you keep comin back, that only means you know you lost the fight
They wanna talk shit, let em talk shit, cause they talk shit
Knowin deep down, they really just wanna squash it
Cause no one wants to walk around, steppin in dog shit
And get doo-doo on the shoe again, soon as they washed it
But the pride won't let em, inside's like 'go get em'
And I'm just like 'Why your tryna fight momentum'
We just keep winnin, by landslides oh and umm
Shady Limited's in any size yo, Denim
To velour, even our clothing line's on fire
As 50 would say 'Our clothing line's on Fiya'
Meanwhile your minds on us, like mine's on Mariah
And y'all is just like her, you're all fucking liars
But I just keep fucking you, like I fucked her
Right in the ass with KY, yes sir!
So full of joy, boy am I absurd
Even Chingy would tell you
'Yea boi don't curr'

[Chorus - Eminem]

See us on them award shows, we're like (Oh yeah)
Can we get more of those, they're like (Oh yeah)
See us keep blowin up, we're like (Oh yeah)
See Jimmy can crack corn but I don't care
See me in the videos, I'm like (Oh yeah)
See me right up close, you're like (Oh Em)
And where is G-Unit at, they like (We over here)
And where the fuck we goin, well like (No where)

[Verse 3 - 50 Cent]

Ya homie got clapped on, man I don't care
The cops in my Nana crib, but I'm not there
It is what it is dogg, man life's not fair
Ya friend shoulda know not to front round here
Listen kid, where I'm from, the wolves smell fear
They'll strip yo ass of your jewels, right here
Man I'ma say this one time, now get this clear
Man you can catch a hot one like outta no where
A beautiful day, without drama is rare
Ya girl's a freak, man sometime we share
Yeah, I wear a condom and you go bare
You prolly heard about me, I'm a shown up playa
In the hood politicin, like I'm runnin for mayor
ridin, windin, dining and shining, know what I'm sayin
I ain't got time for fuckin around, and horseplayin
I'm makin hits, my homies takin hits, who's stayin

[Chorus - Eminem]

See us on them award shows, we're like (Oh yeah)
Can we get more of those, they're like (Oh yeah)
See us keep blowin up, we're like (Oh yeah)
See Jimmy can crack corn but I don't care
See me in the videos, I'm like (Oh yeah)
See me right up close, you're like (Oh Em)
And where is D12 at, they like (We over here)
And where the fuck we goin, well like (No where)

By Iga at Dec 12, 2006, 2:46 AM | 0

This one is particularly nice because there isn't really a chorus and it comes at you pretty steady.

Eminem: Run Rabbit Run Lyrics

Some days I just wanna up and call it quits,
I feel like I�m surrounded by a wall of bricks,
Everytime I go to get up I just fall in piss,
My life�s like one great big ball of shit,
If I could just put it all in all I spit,
Instead I always try to swallow it,
Instead of staring at this wall and shit,
While I sit writers block sick of all this shit,
Cant call it shit, all I know is I�m about to hit the wall,
If I have to see another one of mom�s alchaholic fits,
This is it, last straw, thats all, thats it,
I ain�t dealing with another fucking politic,
I�m like a stewin bubble in him, till it filters up,
I�m about to kill it, I can feel it building up,
Blow this building up, I�ve been sealed enough,
My cup run it over I�ve been filled up,
But then explosion bust and spills my guts,
You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts,
But I�m a show you what, you gonna feel my rush,
You don�t feel it then it must be too real to touch,
Feel to touch, I�m about to tear shit up,
Goosebumps, yeah I�m make your hair sit up,
Yeah sit up, I�m a tell you who I be,
I�m make you hate me cause you ain�t me,
You aint, it ain�t to late to finally see,
What you close minded fucks were too blind to see,
Whoever find me, is gonna get a finders fee,
Out this world and ain�t no one out there mind as me,
You need peace of mind, well here�s a piece of mine,
All I need�s a line but sometimes,
I don�t always find the words to rhyme,
To express how I�m really feeling at that time,
Yeah sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, just sometimes,
Its always me, how dark can these hallways be,
The clock stikes midnight, 1, 2, then half past 3,
This half ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I�m desperate at my desk if I could just get the rest,
Of this shit off my chest, again, stuck in this slum,
Cant think of nothing, fuck I�m stumped,
But wait here comes something,
Nope, it�s not good enough, scribbel it out, new pad,
Krinkel it up and throw that shit out,
I�m fisseling now thought I had figured it out,
Ball�s in my court but I�m scared to dribbel it out,
But I�m afraid, why am I afaid, why am I a slave to this trade,
Sign that I�ll spit to the grave, real enough to rawl you up,
What me to flip it I can rip it any style you want,
I�m a switch, yeah a bitch, jimmy smith ain�t a quitter,
I�m a sit here till I get enough,
For me to finally hit a fucking boiling point,
Put some oil in your joints,
Flip the coin bitch come get destroyed,
An mc�s worst dream I make them tense since they hate me,
See me and shake like a shangeling fence,
By the looks of them you would swear yours was comming,
By the scream of them you would swear I�m sawing something,
By the way they running you would swear the law was coming,
Its now or never tonight is all or nothing,
Momma, jimmy keep leaving on us, he said he�d be back,
He pinky promised, I don�t think he�s honest,
I be back baby I just got to beat this clock,
Fuck this clock, I�m make them eat this watch,
Dont believe me watch, I�m a win this race,
And I�m a come back and rub my shit in your face,
Bitch I found my neck, you gonna hear my voice,
Till you sick of it you ain�t gonna have a choice,
If I gotta scream till I have half a lung,
If I have half a chance I grab it, rabbit run…

By Iga at Dec 12, 2006, 3:13 AM | 0

Here's the YouTube video of it.

Daft Punk - Technologic

Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,
Trash it, change it, melt - upgrade it,
Charge it, pawn it, zoom it, press it,
Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,
Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,
Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it,
Plug it, play it, burn it, rip it,
Drag it, drop it, zip - unzip it,
Lock it, fill it, call it, find it,
View it, coat it, jam - unlock it,
Surf it, scroll it, pause it, click it,
Cross it, crack it, switch - update it,
Name it, rate it, tune it, print it,
Scan it, send it, fax - rename it,
Touch it, bring it, obey it, watch it,
Turn it, leave it, start - format it.

Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,
Trash it, change it, melt - upgrade it,
Charge it, pawn it, zoom it, press it,
Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,
Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,
Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it,
Plug it, play it, burn it, rip it,
Drag it, drop it, zip - unzip it,
Lock it, fill it, call it, find it,
View it, coat it, jam - unlock it,
Surf it, scroll it, pause it, click it,
Cross it, crack it, switch - update it,
Name it, rate it, tune it, print it,
Scan it, send it, fax - rename it,
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it,
Turn it, leave it, start - format it.

Technologic
Technologic
Technologic
Technologic

Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,
Trash it, change it, melt - upgrade it,
Charge it, pawn it, zoom it, press it,
Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,
Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,
Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it,
Plug it, play it, burn it, rip it,
Drag it, drop it, zip - unzip it,
Lock it, fill it, call it, find it,
View it, coat it, jam - unlock it,
Surf it, scroll it, pause it, click it,
Cross it, crack it, switch - update it,
Name it, rate it, tune it, print it,
Scan it, send it, fax - rename it,
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it,
Turn it, leave it, start - format it.

Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,
Trash it, change it, melt - upgrade it,
Charge it, pawn it, zoom it, press it,
Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,
Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,
Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it,
Plug it, play it, burn it, rip it,
Drag it, drop it, zip - unzip it,
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it,
Turn it, leave it, start - format it.

Touch it, scroll it, pause it, click it,
Cross it, crack it, switch - update it.

Lock it, fill it, call it, find it,
View it, coat it, jam - unlock it,
Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,
Trash it, change it, melt - upgrade it,
Charge it, point it, zoom it, press it,
Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,
Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,
Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it,
Surf it, scroll it, pause it, click it,
Cross it, crack it, switch - update it.
Name it, rate it, tune it, print it,
Scan it, send it, fax - rename it,
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it,
Turn it, leave it, start - format it.

Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,
Trash it, change it, melt - upgrade it,
Charge it, pawn it, zoom it, press it,
Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,
Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,
Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it,
Plug it, play it, burn it, rip it,
Drag it, drop it, zip - unzip it,
Surf it, scroll it, pause it, click it,
Cross it, crack it, switch - update it,
Name it, rate it, tune it, print it,
Scan it, send it, fax - rename it,
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it,
Turn it, leave it, start - format it.
Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,
Trash it, change it, melt - upgrade it,
Charge it, pawn it, zoom it, press it,
Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,
Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,
Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it,
Plug it, play it, burn it, rip it,
Drag it, drop it, zip - unzip it,
Surf it, scroll it, pause it, click it,
Cross it, crack it, switch - update it,
Name it, rate it, tune it, print it,
Scan it, send it, fax - rename it,
Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,
Trash it, change it, melt - upgrade it,
Charge it, pawn it, zoom it, press it,
Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,
Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,
Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it,
Plug it, play it, burn it, rip it,
Drag it, drop it, zip - unzip it,
Lock it, fill it, call it, find it,
View it, coat it, jam - unlock it,
Surf it, scroll it, pause it, click it,
Cross it, crack it, switch - update it
Name it, rate it, tune it, print it,
Scan it, send it, fax - rename it,
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it,
Turn it, leave it, start - format it.

Technologic
Technologic
Technologic
Technologic
Technologic
Technologic
Technologic
Technologic

Technologic
Technologic
Technologic
Technologic

(Edited by Grim at 11:52 pm on Jan. 21, 2007)

By Grim at Jan 21, 2007, 9:48 PM | 0

The Pillows - Crazy Sunshine (English lyrics)

All the world's cowardly monkeys
Are caught up in a game they'll never finish
Banana roulette won't let them go til they die
We'll pry open our sewn-up eyelids
And the feelings this generation has lost
Will be reflected in the tears that fall

It's like we're drowning
In numb boredom

Crazy sunshine
Shine on the future of our sullen group!
Tightrope dancing
I can jump even with one leg
We'll set this blue desire on fire
I've got no worries

Donkeys good at running away
Dancing proudly over a default win
The goal always belongs to somebody
I realized, the night of our rendezvous
To have been seen in high spirits
Was just an afterimage completely warped by this generation

A nameless monster
Is going to consume me

Crazy sunshine
Shine on the future of our sullen group!
Tightrope dancing
I can jump even with one leg
We'll set this blue desire on fire
I've got no worries

By Grim at Feb 1, 2007, 4:40 PM | 0

Muse - Butterflies and Hurricanes

change,
everything you are
and everything you were
your number has been called
fights, battles have begun
revenge will surely come
your hard times are ahead

best,
you've got to be the best
you've got to change the world
and you use this chance to be heard
your time is now

change,
everything you are
and everything you were
your number has been called
fights and battles have begun
revenge will surely come
your hard times are ahead

best,
you've got to be the best
you've got to change the world
and you use this chance to be heard
your time is now

don't,
let yourself down
don't let yourself go
your last chance has arrived

best,
you've got to be the best
you've got to change the world
and you use this chance to be heard
your time is now

By Grim at Feb 1, 2007, 5:22 PM | 0

Ludacris]
DTP we got them guns that go…

[I-20]
Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold blooded killa
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young dealer
You better tell ya man that with the gauges I'm nice
Ill shoot up yall white shirts until yall look like dice
But I'm through with all the talking time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo…going through niggaz
DTP we aint plying if you try to get out payin'
A.K's get ta spraying like...
Bottom line that mean I'm bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it
Bust you in the broad day, on the street that's fully crowded
Mine a hole inside ya chest, just for thinking its rap
And tell that pretty bitch thug we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out, and I tend to agree
So you should watch what you saying if it's intended for me
So be careful what you starting, let my fingers do the walking
And that Uzi get to talking like...

[Tity Boi]
Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, damn 'em
Press him, man him, scan him, tan him, heat him up
Bake him, take him, beat him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up
A-B-C-D-E-F shorty is you a G or what
Now it's just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world
I'm pulling pistols out my stomach and throwing them bitches up like earl
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a pearl handle…
And I'm throwing Techs like a NBA ref
I got, all gold guns like they came from Iraq
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of these pistols
I point my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit ya
And aint taking no more pictures, if you snap ima click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil Fate
And I'm waving choppers like helicopters
You gon' need hella doctors, when the Glock go...

[Chingy]
Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that Tech spit quick
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, aint no exit trick
Us you don't mess with, we got them guns like action flicks
Reload with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex with bitch
Come on and test this, my gun I'm having sex with shit
Put a bullet in (in) shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, make me hit a nigga disrespect this clique
My pistol grip sound like this…nah but
Who want that they fucked, when I cock and load the cake, bust but
Yall cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff up
Yall lies made up, like ugly hoes with make-up brah
We'll shoot you up then toss yo ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist rocky, like Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you should invest, in a vest for ya dome
Cause I know you marks planning on getting me when I'm landing
Peace to nick, but my cannon go...

[Ludacris]
Fuck a medic, we gon' call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin so hard you'll need a life sized Maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman its your time on the month
A.K. 47 for the niggaz who's really looking for heaven and a 9 for you chumps
Got killaz in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my group
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I aint talking bout fruit
Ill peel ya CAP BACK with the BLACK LAC
Till your BACK CRACK, cock the GAT BACK like…CLAK CLAK CLAK
Swallow a hollow make 'em digest a 50 caliber
Yo futures not looking so good, tomorrows not on your calendar
I, do away with the amateurs, they breathing too long
Ill leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in this song
My Shotguns are cold and hard, but my Desert is easy
And my triggers are always talking about some squeeze me, squeeze me
And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm starting the show
My Uzi got a drum roll, it goes...

By Grim at Feb 1, 2007, 5:49 PM | 0

Beck - Pay No Mind (Snoozer)

This's song two on the album
This is the album right here
Put on the album
Tonight the city is full of morgues
And all the toilets are overflowing
There's shopping malls coming out of the walls
As we walk out among the manure
That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
Give the finger to the rock and roll singer
As he's dancing upon your paycheck
The sales climb high through the garbage pail sky
Like a giant dildo crushing the sun
That's why
I pay no mind
I sleep in slime
I just got signed
So get out your lead-pipe pipe dreams
Get out your ten-foot flags
The insects are huge and the poison's all been used
And the drugs won't kill your day job
Honey, that's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
That's why
I pay no mind [x7]

By Grim at Feb 22, 2007, 4:42 PM | 0

Jarvis Cocker - Cunts Are Still Running The World

Well did you hear, there�s a natural order.
Those most deserving will end up with the most.
That the cream cannot help but always rise up to the top,
Well I say: Shit floats.
If you thought things had changed,
Friend you�d better think again,
Bluntly put in the fewest of words,
Cunts are still running the world,
Cunts are still running the world.

Now the working classes are obsolete,
They are surplus to societies needs,
So let �em all kill each other,
And get it made overseas.
That�s the word don�t you know,
From the guys thats running the show,
Lets be perfectly clear boys and girls,
Cunts are still running the world,
Cunts are still running the world.

Oh feed your children on Cray fish and Lobster tails,
Find a school near the top of the league,
In theory I respect your right to exist,
I will kill ya if you move in next to me,
Ah it stinks, it sucks, it�s anthropologically unjust,
But the takings are up by a third, Oh So
Cunts are still running the world,
Cunts are still running the world.

Your free market is perfectly natural,
Or do you think that I�m some kind of dummy,
It�s the ideal way to order the world,
Fuck the morals, does it make any money?
And if you don�t like it? Then leave.
Or use your right to protest on the street,
Yeah, use your rights but don�t imagine that it�s heard, Oh no no,
Cunts are still running the world,
Cunts are still running the world.

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Sing along here.

By Grim at Apr 9, 2007, 7:35 PM | 0

"Beware" But I think there's only one other person that knows about that track right Nemisis?

"you paint the skys red with your blood
in this neighborhood
run away run away run away now"

Mc chris "fetts vette" if you don't know you better axe somebody.

Most anything metal too. In flames song vaccum off their newest CD in particular

"we steal from beggars, and ask for understanding
we lie
we rape
we steal
we murder
to make tonight's headlines"

By Jotun at May 3, 2007, 7:24 PM | 0

Wolfmother - Dimension

I fell Down in the desert baby,
I had nothing but a peice of paper, yeah,
I had to write something down,
And I found myself alone, and then I let go of everything,
Into another dimension.

Lightning crash on the hill tonight,(yeah)
I got a feeling everything's gonna be alright
Then a horse came running to me
Said we're gonna go to the santuary
Then a storm began to blow,
Into another dimension.

Purple haze is in the sky,
See the angels we die,
All these things we bow astride
'Till we see the reasons why, oh yeah.

I fell in the desert baby, yeah
I had nothing but a peice of paper, why!?
I had to write something down, yeah
But then i found myself alone
Then i let go of everything
Into another dimension

(Edited by ReeferMadness at 11:04 am on May 22, 2007)

By ReeferMadness at May 4, 2007, 7:53 PM | 0

Ballad Of A Thin Man - Bob Dylan

You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you say, "Who is that man?"
You try so hard
But you don't understand
Just what you'll say
When you get home

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Docto Johns?

You raise up your head
And you ask, "Is this where it is?"
And somebody points to you and says
"It's his"
And you say, "What's mine?"
And somebody else says, "Where what is?"
And you say, "Oh my God
Am I here all alone?"

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Doctor Johns?

You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, "How does it feel
To be such a freak?"
And you say, "Impossible"
As he hands you a bone

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Doctor Johns?

You have many contacts
Among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To just give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations

You've been with the professors
And they've all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have
Discussed lepers and crooks
You've been through all of
F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
You're very well read
It's well known

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Doctor Johns?

Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
Ballad Of A Thin Man - Bob Dylan

You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you say, "Who is that man?"
You try so hard
But you don't understand
Just what you'll say
When you get home