All The Good Guys Are Dead And I'm Twisting My Moustache (Bombs Over Providence)
So it's true: 1989 really is that far away and I wouldn't care, had I not the fortune to be shown the history of memory lost.
The sky is falling down and we're being convinced that it's rain, with ideals as parasols we're soaked all the same.
Questioning what we've always known.
Here I reconcile the difference between my concern and long weekend discussions of our weakest ends, and parlour room socialism; activist party tricks.
I'll cut dead the pitch and wane of 10,000 voices screaming, and I'll draw blood from the claims that Tiananmen isn't everywhere.
Beauty is a weapon.
Spark the fuse and we could be: just enough, just in time, just of thought.
Knowing that all this belongs to us.
We will not be sold away on this forum of rights exchange.
Where have all the students gone?
Have we been bought as well?
Did we die?
Are we as guilty?
And we'll burn before we learn, we'll fan these burning textbook pages keeping us awake.
Begin (Ben Lee)
I'm walking down broadway
Each foot step is a new love letter
I'm trying to make eye contact
With each and every stranger that I pass
Thinking about the city
It's living proof people need to be together
I'm thinking about how I just want to open up
And give and give and give
And it's ok for you to care
Cause I can feel you in the air
And while you wonder "how's this gonna end?"
I only want it to begin
I'm thinking about desire
I've had to learn how to sin successfully
I'm thinking about bliss
And bliss is all dressed up
And there's no one to dance with
Remembering her smile and the nuclear bomb
And the reasons I loved her
Walking through Central Park
I'm in a foreign country and I'm waiting for a sign
That it's ok for you to care
Cause I'm not going anywhere
And while you wonder if you should let me in
I only want it to begin
I'm still singing
Twisting new melodies, breaking arrangements
Thinking about my heart
I guess you've heard, sometimes it's heavy
But I just keep moving
When I hit a wall, I look up at the sky
I'm thinking about my maker
In spite of all this I know she won't give up on me
And it's ok for you to care
Cause I can taste you everywhere
While it's true
All straight things must bend
I only want it to begin
I only want it to begin
I only want it to begin
I only want it to begin
Lunch Hour Pops (Broadcast)
I wait on the stairs for a break in my mind
Let the balloons go outside
Let the balloons go outside
I wait on the stairs for my thoughts to align
You are the sun in my mind
You are the sun in my mind
Clouds rock like a ship at sea
Sooth the waves of injury
Clouds rock like a ship at sea
Sooth the waves of injury
I wait on the stairs, there's a view in my mind
Objects of love in the sky
Objects of love in the sky
I wait on the stairs for my thoughts to be kind
What better view will I find
What better view will I find
Inflated with transparency
Float away my injury
Inflated with transparency
Float away my injury
Let the balloons go outside
Let the balloons go outside
I wait on the stairs for a break in my mind
Let the balloons go outside
Let the balloons go outside
Le the balloons go outside...
No Me La Explota (Tego Calderòn)
(Beep, beep!)
(Beep, beep!)
"Hello?"
"Mira, Eddie...!"
"Hey..."
"Que es lo que hay, ******?"
"Tego, ******, que haces papi?"
"Pues papi, recordandote pa', que-que estoy cerrando ya el disco a ver cuando-cuando vamos hacer lo de nosotros."
"Pues, cuando tu quieres pa'! Que es lo que vamos hacer?"
"Bueno, tu sabes lo que la gente esta esperando, ******..."
"Acho si, lo que quieren es guerra."
"Pues ta' bien, pues vamos hacerlo, ya tu sabes..."
"Pues, vamo'a a destrozarlos de nuevo, que se joda."
"Pues de nuevo, asesinarlos de nuevo."
"Dale."
"Ta' bien, pues chekiamos."
Un pal de puercos quieren lucrarse con lo mio
Pero no sirven, por eso es que su mundo es frio
Se buscaron que yo los azote
Y les voy a romper el culo tan ****** que van a tener que ponerse un Cotex
Disfruto dejar una compañia en luto
Y sus cantantes se pusieron brutos
Mi lirica los deja en shock
Y aunque yo no tengo Glock
Los pongo a brincar como Tony Hawk
Y a mi sin cojones
Di de mi lo que tu quieras
No me quita el sueño ni tu ni tu ronquera
Tu letras es chipi
Tu flow mas viejo que un hippie
Eso pasa por estar mezclando cables con el cripi
El otro esta chotiando a to' Puerto Rico
Y hasta en un video sale dandole a traicion a un tipo
Por mi puedes frontiar todo lo que puedas
Porque, pai, hasta Superman lo vi en silla de rueda
Lo que te falta, vez, es una vagina
Pues ya tienes el pelo largo y mas tetas que Taina
La victoria no anticipen
Pues se dieron con la pareja mas grande desde Michael Jordan y Scottie Pippen
Oye, a mi lo tuyo no me la explota
(No me choca ni me provoca!)
En el juego lirical se han ido en coca
(Por estar pendiente a machos como las locas!)
Oye, a mi lo tuyo no me la explota
(No me choca ni me provoca!)
En el juego lirical se han ido en coca
(Por estar pendiente a machos como las locas!)
No me ha hecho falta la tieraera pa' pegarme
Pero, si tiraron, ahora tienen que escucharme
Baja del viaje
No hay mas capitulo en tu personaje
Y tu Mercedes ha borra'o tres veces ya millaje
Soy quien quiero ser
No tengo na' que perder
Tengo lo que hay que tener
Y no se va a poder
Jueguen, cena conmigo
Zumbenmen unos tiros y dejenmen vivo
Y van a cagarse los calzoncillos
La humildad no sirve con estos lechones
Se confunden
Son morones
Y bocones con cojones
No pueden
Pero que quieren
Si no tienen
'tan en la misma mierda desde DJ Eric
Yo no fronteo con lo de otro alicoco
(Jaja!)
Con estos dos se apuntaron
Otros por poco
Tu veterania yo la aplasto mi peor dia
Sin anomalia
Porfia si no confia
Trata cada cual con el defecto que tengan
Enseña
Tu lirica pa' mi son leña
Asi que de que crees que 'tamos hablando aqui
Masacraron mil MC, pero no a mi
Mucho pa' ti
Oye, a mi lo tuyo no me la explota
(No me choca ni me provoca!)
En el juego lirical se han ido en coca
(Por estar pendiente a machos como las locas!)
Oye, a mi lo tuyo no me la explota
(No me choca ni me provoca!)
En el juego lirical se han ido en coca
(Por estar pendiente a machos como las locas!)
Tiren to' lo que tengan
Muerdansen las bembas
No pretendan
Tu casa con tu trabalengua
Yo cogo las cosas dependiendo de quien venga
No de los puercos del Jenga-Jenga
Oyeme,
De Jenga-Jenga hubieran hecho yengue-yengue
O unas audiciones pa' los Fat Boys del Merengue
Metiendo guasa con lo de los Grammys Latino
El nombre de ustedes no los mencionaron ni en el camerino
Y seguimos en peligro de extincion'a
(Porque cantantes como nosotros no hay en la zona!)
El que se mete con el Eddie o con Calderon'a
(Termina haciendose el cambio de **o como Verona!)
Los ******es son mas puercos que la Marina
Hablan mierda uno del otro, y hasta de Pina
Yo no guerreo pa' esta, mi disquera
Es mas, sea la madre de la tieraera
Y hablando claro, Tego, yo no iba a guerriar con esas gordas
Pero tu sabes que el que calla otorga
Y ellos si que soñan, no siempre con la misma lata
Pero el tiro la salió por la culata
Oye, a mi lo tuyo no me la explota
(No me choca ni me provoca)
En el juego lirical se han ido en coca
(Por estar pendiente a machos como las locas)
Oye, a mi lo tuyo no me la explota
(No me choca ni me provoca)
En el juego lirical se han ido en coca
(Por estar pendiente a machos como las locas!)
Perfect Enemy (Acid Death)
The Century`s twilight is so close
I stand on the Icebers` tip and looking out I recollect
The things that passed the ways we close to last among the other
I see them all-yes I see them all behind
We left them there- there in futile wars
When this was the written riddle
"Who Is The Perfect Enemy?"
The first weapon that I held was a bone from a dead beast
So many more have come and gone, so easy to left`em all behind
There were times when I was crimson bathed with their blood
But if it wasn`t for the week I wouldn`t be here now
We left them there in wars of Arrogans
When we wrote the riddle
"Who is the Perfect Enemy?"
[chorus]
As I first traveled the land, then I waded the water
Then I ripped the sky with the stars as my guide
But I flew high I touched the sky
I touched the stars and left my marks behind
I`ve seen life beyond imagination, lifeful beings
And I kill them all
I stepped on them, in the wars of Acquisition
When I spoke the riddle "Who Is The Perfect Enemy?"
There`s no one else left around
No one can see how I rot in Grief
I stand alone now admiring my work but my sense has turned against me
I lived a condemned life of lies
To learn about the truth but never to live in
And I asked myself "Who Is The Perfect Enemy?"
Who else-who else but the:
Who else but the Enemy Within
Angel Witch (Angel Witch)
Nobody else can see you the same way as myself
Fly high and touch the sky, you're the angel I adore
If only you could feel for me that I feel for you
Why do you ignore me, angel, why can't I go with you
You're an angel witch, you're an angel witch
You're an angel witch, you're an angel witch
The more love I feel for you, the more you fade away
Why can't you come and love me, do I have to stay this way
I'm going to go insane if nothing happens soon
I look out at the night to see your shadow by the moon
You're an angel witch, you're angel witch
You're an angel witch, you're angel witch
Walk through the forest I can feel that you're there
Why do you run away?
I'd never hurt you, I'd never hurt you
That's the last thing I'd do
You're an angel witch, you're an angel witch
You're an angel witch, you're an angel witch
Valerie (Broadcast)
Inside the mask another disguise
I fall to sleep before closing my eyes
Tiredness draws in my head a cartoon
Sun at the window, good things coming soon
Shake your earrings over my head
Lay down your dreams on my pillow
Before bed
The silence of ice at the borders of day
Sun in my face will not keep them away
Sinking me into the white of your room
Sky through the curtain, good things coming soon
Shake your earrings over my head
Lay down your dreams on my pillow
Before bed
Ah...
Shake your earrings over my head
Lay down your dreams on my pillow
Before bed
Tötet Den Dj (Megaherz)
Gottgleich steht er
über uns im Licht
Der Vater der Freude
doch er liebt uns nicht
Wir leiden wir beten
Wir werden nicht erhört
Er gibt uns nur ein Zeichen
dass ihn das nicht stört
Gottgleich zwingt er
uns in sein Gebet
Es ist ihm ganz egal
wie schlecht es uns hier geht
Er sieht nichts er hört nichts
Er weiß nicht wer wir sind
unendlich abgerückt
taubstumm und blind
Doch wir sind nicht gekommen
um ihn zu hofiern
Wir sind nicht seine Diener
Er wird es gleich kapiern
Wir sind bewaffnet
Wir meinen es nicht gut
Wir machen ihm ein Ende
Wir wollen sein Blut
Tötet, tötet den DJ
Tötet, tötet den DJ
Tötet, tötet den DJ
Tötet den DJ
Wir wollen sein Blut
Gottgleich tut der
Meister seine Pflicht
Wieder ein Faustschlag
mitten ins Gesicht
Wir bitten wir fluchen
Wir werden ignoriert
Er weiß nicht dass hier unten
der blanke Hass regiert
Gottgleich spielt der
DJ was er will
Der Vater aller Schmerzen
doch plötzlich wird es still
Ganz langsam erkennt er
das Unheil das ihm droht
Er fürchtet um sein Leben
Das Volk will seinen Tod
Spiel um dein Leben leg auf
so gut du kannst
Wenn du ein Gott bist
sag wovor hast du Angst
Wenn Gott ein DJ ist
sag bist du dann wie er
Wenn alle Götter sterblich sind
dann gibts bald keine mehr
Denn wir sind schwer bewaffnet
Wir meinen es nicht gut
Wir machen dir ein Ende
Wir wollen dein Blut
Miserere (The Cat Empire)
Do you ever look around
turn your ear to the ground
show your face to the sky
on a night when the skies echoe sounds
from inside of your mind
on the stage that you shone
where the sun did become you
and move with your thoughts
through the sighs and the scenes
of the worlds you have seen
and the sights that have been
your reflection in shadows and dreams?
- your reflection in shadows and dreams
Did you ever see a man
who did walk down the street
white robe with no shoes on his feet
and on top of his head place a box with two slits
and the sign from his neck said
I do not exist
or a woman who could not remember her name
did stutter and stutter
again and again
and saw you and called you her son
her eyes said
my being is gone
but still Im not dead?
Miserere
Have you ever seen a sound
have you listened to an image
have you ever touched a thought
have you ever tasted nothing
have you ever told a lie
that was true more than truth
because truth it had lied
all its life when it spoke to you?
And what did it say
it is that it is this
this goes here here is there
it is not yes it is
it was dulling your senses
your eyes they were bound
have you ever my friends
been looking around?
And the other replies
with a wave of a hand
I am already here
in this promised land
but not by a god and not by a king
and not by a spirit
deep from within
I am here
because a miracles a whim
its a flash of glory
its an empty tin
and maybe might lets you in
not to save you
but to keep on looking-
Miserere
Have you ever
been so happy that youre sad?
that the lights turn to stars
and the stars become eyes
and hellos are goodbyes
and the laughs are the sighs
and the show disappears with the note
until next time
Long live living
if living can be this
Long live living
if living can be this
Long live living
if living can be this
Long live living
if living can be this
Do you ever look around
turn your ear to the ground
show your face to the sky
on a night when the skies echoe sounds
from inside of your mind
on the stage that you shone
where the sun did become you
and move with your thoughts
through the sighs and the scenes
of the worlds you have seen
and the sights that have been
your reflection in shadows and dreams
Do you ever look around
and find what is yet to be found?
Pink Bullets (The Shins)
I was just bony hands as cold as a winder pole
you held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
oh what a contrast you were
to the brutes in the halls
my timid young fingers held a decent animal
Over the ramprts you tossed
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
tired to a brick, as sweet as a song
the years have been short but the days were long
Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
when our kite lines first crossed
we tied them into knots
and to finally fly apart we had to cut them off
Since then it's been a book you read in reverse
so you understand less as the pages turn
or a movie so crass and awkwardly cast
that even I could be the star
I don't look back much as a rule
and all this way before murder was cool
but your memory is here and I'd like it to
stay warm light on a winter's day
Over the ramparts you tossed
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
tired to a brick, sweet as a song
the years have been short but the days go slowly by
two loose kites falling from the sky
drawn to the ground and an end to flight
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