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The most meaningful song lyrics I can come up with are from the Pink Floyd songs "When the Tigers Broke Free", describing the death of one of the band memebers fathers during WW2, and the classic "Us and Them". When the Tigers broke free It was just before dawn one miserable morning in black forty-four when the forward commander was told to sit tight when asked that his men be withdrawn And the generals gave thanks as the other ranks held back the enemy tanks - for a while And then the Anzio beachhead was held for the price of a few hundred ordinary lives And kind old King George sent mother a note when he heard that father was gone It was, I recall, in the form of a scroll with golden leaf and all And I found it one day in a drawer of old photographs hidden away And my eyes still grow damp to remember His Majesty signed with his own rubber stamp It was dark all around There was frost in the ground When the tigers broke free And noone survived from the Royal Fusiliers Company C They were all left behind Most of them dead The rest of them dying And that's how the High Command took my Daddy from me Us and Them Us and them And after all we're only ordinary men Me and you God only knows it's not what we would choose to do Forward he cried from the rear and the front rank died The General sat, and the lines on the map moved from side to side Black and blue And who knows which is which and who is who Up and down And in the end it's only round and round And round Haven't you heard it's a battle of words the poster bearer cried Listen son, said the man with the gun There's room for you inside Down and out It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about With, without And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about Out of the way, it's a busy day I've got things on my mind For want of the price of tea and a slice The old man died What are your most moving/meaningful songs Comrades? Good Day, and God Bless Alexander

Here are some which are particularly meaningful, politically, in my opinion... Who Can Stand in the Way?

- Midnight Oil Well oh well I feel I'm in decay John Laws is on the air again It's heavy traffic, jacardandas, eye in sky and foot on ground I see a million sand speck'd ants in mortal combat hand to hand And I feel that I, yes I feel that I Seem to live this life long distance gaze at the things surround me People rolling in and out those circles and tides confound me And there's just one thing, yes ther's just one thing Who can stand in the way when there's a dollar to be made I was hanging round off Dobroyd Point, when the first fleet chain sailed in Looked into the clearest blue, the scurvy smell, the convicts cry And we just carried on, yes we just carried on Now choppers strafe the supermaket sky and people wonder why chopping down tons of trees got seas of print not a soul can read say Why do I drown you build brick boxes one by one now they block my sun But it's metal on metal And it's the dance of T.V. If Christ were here he'd camera check he'd cry so loud the planes would stop He'd cry so loud the earth would shake and men would fall in tinsel town There's just one thing, there's just one thing, and there's just one thing, and there's just one thing, and there's just one thing, etc. Who can stand in they way when there's a dollar to be made Take precious moments precious few When the dollar's worth more than me and you It's the joy of forgetting such a joy to forget But we killed all our first born and we slashed and we burned And we sold off the paddocks and we raped and we gouged On the wings of a six-pack will we ever learn? Note, though, that this is probably very incorrect, as it was mostly derived from Midnight Oil's official site, so these are the official, but incorrect, lyrics.

They were slightly edited according to what I heard.

I can't yet seem to transcribe the final monologue that comes after the last verse.

Unfortunately, I can find no better transcripts online. Also worth noting, I guess... Armor and Sword - Rush The snakes and arrows a child is heir to Are enough to leave a thousand cuts We build our defenses, a place of safety And leave the darker places unexplored Sometimes the fortress is too strong Or the love is too weak What should have been our armor Becomes a sharp and angry sword Our better natures seek elevation A refuge for the coming night No one gets to their heaven without a fight We hold beliefs as a consolation A way to take us out of ourselves Meditation, or medication A comfort, or a promised reward Sometimes that spirit is too strong Or the flesh is too weak Sometimes the need is just too great For the solace we seek The suit of shining armor Becomes a keen and bloody sword A refuge for the coming night A future of eternal light No one gets to their heaven without a fight Confused alarms of struggle and flight Blood is drained of color By the flashes of artillery light No one gets to their heaven without a fight The battle flags are flown At the feet of a god unknown No one gets to their heaven without a fight Sometimes the damage is too great Or the will is too weak What should have been our armor Becomes a sharp and burning sword Make what you will of it.

Also, one more, but only because this one's my namesake. Bedlam Bridge - Midnight Oil In this city with no footpath There's a building with no people There is crime and gun decisions There's a street of heat and hawkers There's a house of hope and drifters There's a gang that shoots then listens There's a place that knows no poverty A town without pollution There's a soul with good intentions There are canyons full of movie stars Churches made of metal There are mountains made of muscle We have leaders who are anxious We have captain not courageous Captains tumbling into madness But there's a man who makes no enemies A body never breathless No ambition ever hopeless Up on bedlam bridge somebody is waiting Up on bedlam bridge I'm shot to heaven Oh Up on bedlam bridge Waiting In these locked and shackled neighborhoods Bridge and tunnel diplomats See the golden ghetto's creeper Crazy flags from history Songs for the White House gangsters Guns for hellgate railway sleepers But there's a man who makes no enemies A body never breathless No ambition ever hopeless So how stands the city on this winter's night? The city on the hill or so they said The now is falling down around the armoury The city's closing in around my head Up on bedlam bridge somebody is waiting Up on bedlam bridge I'm shot to heaven Oh Up on bedlam bridge Waiting Drive Drive the engines harder Drive Drive Won't you turn the engines over Drive -TEC

For me, some of the most meaningful song lyrics are from Morphine's "Cure for Pain." Where is the ritual And tell me where where is the taste Where is the sacrifice And tell me where where is the faith Someday there'll be a cure for pain That's the day I throw my drugs away When they find a cure for pain Where is the cave Where the wise woman went And tell me where Where's all that money that I spent I propose a toast to my self control You see it crawling helpless on the floor Someday there'll be a cure for pain That's the day I throw my drugs away When they find a cure for pain (x2) When they find a cure find a cure for pain I remember the chorus being paraphrased (I think) in an episode of Oz, where Augustus says something to the effect of "Listen up, America.

You ain't ever gonna get rid of drugs until you cure pain." I'm not sure if TOm Fontana knew about the song (predating the show by four years) when he wrote the episode, but the similarities are very noticeable.

I know you probably won't understand it , but it's quite a good song XD Bela B.

- Tag mit Schutzumschlag Kindersex im Internet Live im Kannibalenchat Die NPD wirbt um unser Vertrauen Terroranschlag simultan Fahrt zur Arbeit nicht mit der Bahn Von welcher Arbeit reden wir genau? Wie schön wäre ’ne Pause jetzt Wo keiner schreit und keiner hetzt Und jeder einfach mal die Schnauze hält So ein Tag wär wunderschön Es würd’ uns so viel besser gehen Ein Durchatmen für die ganze Welt Niemand stirbt und niemand leidet Niemand, der sich heute beklagt Niemand ist böse, weil niemand mehr streiten mag An diesem schönen Tag der Tag mit Schutzumschlag Ein Wahlbetrüger, dumm wie’n Klo Führt wieder Krieg im Nirgendwo Berufen von Gott dem Allmächtigen Kommt einer her und sagt mir Was soll all der Schmerz und all der Hass Die unser Leben beeinträchtigen? Und ich denk mir Wie kann das gehen? Der Tag heut’ wäre richtig schön Macht der Wunsch mich schon zum Verdächtigen? Niemand stirbt und niemand leidet Niemand, der sich heute beklagt Niemand ist böse, weil niemand mehr streiten mag An diesem schönen Tag Wenn ich es euch doch sag Ein Tag, den jeder mag der Tag mit Schutzumschlag Niemand stirbt und niemand leidet Also I like that very old song lol by Barry McGuire Eve of destruction The eastern world, it is exploding Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’ You’re old enough to kill, but not for votin’ You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re totin’ And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin’ But you tell me Over and over and over again, my friend Ah, you don’t believe We’re on the eve of destruction. Don’t you understand what I’m tryin’ to say Can’t you feel the fears I’m feelin’ today? If the button is pushed, there’s no runnin’ away There’ll be no one to save, with the world in a grave [Take a look around ya boy, it's bound to scare ya boy] And you tell me Over and over and over again, my friend Ah, you don’t believe We’re on the eve of destruction. Yeah, my blood’s so mad feels like coagulatin’ I’m sitting here just contemplatin’ I can’t twist the truth, it knows no regulation. Handful of senators don’t pass legislation And marches alone can’t bring integration When human respect is disintegratin’ This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’ And you tell me Over and over and over again, my friend Ah, you don’t believe We’re on the eve of destruction. Think of all the hate there is in Red China Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama You may leave here for 4 days in space But when you return, it’s the same old place The poundin’ of the drums, the pride and disgrace You can bury your dead, but don’t leave a trace Hate your next-door neighbor, but don’t forget to say grace And… tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend You don’t believe We’re on the eve Of destruction Mm, no no, you don’t believe We’re on the eve of destruction.

Enya - Exile. I know it's typical for a woman to enjoy lyrics like these, but I couldn't help myself. Cold as the northern winds, in December mornings. Cold is the cry that rings, from this far distant shore. Winter has come too late. Too close beside me. How can I chase away all these fears deep inside? I'll wait the signs to come. I'll find a way. I will wait the time to come. I'll find a way home. My light shall be the moon and my path - the ocean. My guide - the morning star, as I sail home to you. Who then can warm my soul? Who can quell my passion? Out of these dreams - a boat. I will sail home to you.

A little known Pink Floyd song, but my favourite song of theirs in terms of lyrics- You shout in your sleep. Perhaps the price is just too steep. Is your conscience at rest If once put to the test? You awake with a start To just the beating of your heart. Just one man beneath the sky, Just two ears, just two eyes. You set sail across the sea Of long past thoughts and memories. Childhood's end, your fantasies Merge with harsh realities. And then as the sail is hoist, You find your eyes are growing moist. All the fears never voiced Say you have to make your final choice. Who are you and who am I To say we know the reason why? Some are born;

Some men die Beneath one infinite sky. There'll be war, there'll be peace. But everything one day will cease. All the iron turned to rust; All the proud men turned to dust. And so all things, time will mend. So this song will end. And, on the opposite end of the intellectual spectrum, America's original god of shock rock Alice Cooper less eloquently reminds us of one of the key Western values that is so often neglected- We the people of the United States In order to form a more perfect union Stop pretending that you've never been bad You're never wrong and you've never been dirty You're such a saint, that ain't the way we see you You want to rule us with an iron hand You change the lyrics and become Big Brother This ain't Russia, you ain't my Dad or Mother (They never knew anyway) 'Cuz I never walk away from what I know is right But I'm gonna turn my back on you Freedom, we're gonna ring the bell Freedom to rock, freedom to talk Freedom, raise your fist and yell Freedom to rock, freedom to talk Freedom-ring You're playing God from your ivory tower Back off preacher, I don't care if it's Sunday I ain't no angel, but I never felt better We're a make-up metal degeneration We're not as stupid as you want to make us You better leave us man 'Cuz you sure can't take us Nobody better tell you how to live your life You gotta do it on your own Freedom, we're gonna ring the bell Freedom to rock, freedom to talk Freedom, raise your fist and yell Freedom to rock, freedom to talk Freedom-ring Cuz I never walk away from what I know is right But I'm gonna turn my back on you Freedom, we're gonna ring the bell Freedom to rock, freedom to talk Freedom, raise your fist and yell Freedom

Listening to Us and Them recently, I noticed the last lyric, and, bizzarley, it realy struck a cord with me. For want of the price of tea and a slice The old man died I find it quite moving realy. Funny old me eh? GDGB Alex

Sheesh. There appears to be much more Pink Floyd material than the stuff from the Big Four (I don't have to tell you which albums I'm referring to, do I?) - which is all I know. Anyway, here's a nice peace of lyrics from...

Metallica. You probably wouldn't expect such a hard, macho, raw metal band like them to be pacifists, but they are - which is why they substituted a Horseman of Time for the Horseman of War in their song The Four Horsemen .

They have written many songs about the horror of war, including One , For Whom The Bell Tolls and my favourite, Disposable Heroes .

Frankly, I consider these heavy, loud songs better anti-war songs than the ones written by The Beatles and Pink Floyd - they illustrate how horrible war is, rather than dreaming about how nice peace would be. "Disposable Heroes" Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all Victim of what said should be A servant till I fall Soldier boy, made of clay Now an empty shell Twenty-one, only son But he served us well Bred to kill, not to care Just do as we say Finished here, greeting death He's yours to take away! BACK TO THE FRONT You will do What I say! When I say... BACK TO THE FRONT You will die When I say You must die BACK TO THE FRONT You coward You servant You blind man... Barking of machine-gun fire, does nothing to me now Sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow More a man, more stripes you wear, glory-seeking trends Bodies fill the fields I see The slaughter never ends Soldier boy, made of clay Now an empty shell Twenty-one, only son But he served us well Bred to kill, not to care Just do as we say Finished here, greeting death He's yours to take away! BACK TO THE FRONT You will do What I say! When I say... BACK TO THE FRONT You will die When I say You must die BACK TO THE FRONT You coward You servant You blind man... WHY - am I dying? KILL - have no fear LIE - live off lying! HELL - hell is here... I was born for dying! Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say Had no chance to see myself, moulded day by day Looking back I realise, nothing have I done Left to die with only friend Alone I clench my gun Soldier boy, made of clay Now an empty shell Twenty-one, only son But he served us well Bred to kill, not to care Just do as we say Finished here, greeting death He's yours to take away! BACK TO THE FRONT You will do What I say! When I say... BACK TO THE FRONT You will die When I say You must die BACK TO THE FRONT You coward You servant You blind man, back to the front. BACK TO THE FRONT BACK TO THE FRONT BACK TO THE FRONT BACK TO THE FRONT...

Hm Eminem... I know those lyrics by heart XD

Iron Quote: : In a foreign field he lay Lonely soldier, unknown grave On his dying words he prays: 'Tell the world of Passchendaele.' Relive all that he's been through Last communion of his soul Rust your bullets with his tears Let me tell you 'bout his years Laying low in a blood filled trench Killing time till my very own death On my face I can feel the falling rain Never see my friends again In the smoke, in the mud and lead Smell of fear and a feeling of dread Soon be time to go over the wall Rapid fire and the end of us all Whistles, shouts and more gunfire Lifeless bodies hang on barbed wire Battlefield - nothing but a bloody tomb Be reunited with my dead friends soon Many soldiers, eighteen years drown in mud and no more tears Surely a war no-one can win Killing time about to begin Home, far away From the war - a chance to live again Home, far away But the war - no chance to live again The bodies of ours and our foes The sea of death it overflows In no man's land, god only knows Into jaws of death we go... Crucified as if on a cross Allied troops, they mourn their loss German war propaganda machine Such before has never been seen Swear I heard the angels cry Pray to god no more may die So that people know the truth Tell the tale of Passchendaele Cruelty has a human heart Every man does play his part Terror of the men we kill The human heart is hungry still I stand my ground for the very last time Gun is ready as I stand in line Nervous, wait for the whistle to blow A rush of blood and over we go... Blood is falling like the rain Its crimson cloak unveils again The sound of guns can't hide their shame And so we die in Passchendaele Dodging shrapnel and barbed wire Running straight at cannon fire Running blind as I hold my breath Say a prayer, symphony of death As we charge the enemy lines A burst of fire and we go down I choke a cry but no one hears Feel the blood go down my throat Home, far away From the war - a chance to live again Home, far away But the war - no chance to live again Home, far away From the war - a chance to live again Home, far away But the war - no chance to live again See my spirit on the wind Across the lines beyond the hill Friend and foe will meet again Those who died at Passchendaele This song, like many Maiden songs, is about a historical event.

In this case, the event in question is the infamous Battle of Passchendaele during the Great War.

The battle is notorious for its muddy conditions and its high death toll - can you imagine 700,000 people dying in one battle?

That's about the complete population of Amsterdam, 7% of the current population of Belgium, and more than twice the number of people the tsunami of 26-12-2005 killed. Sadly, mankind hasn't learned a jot from all this.

Passchendaele, Verdun, Bapaume and all those other places weren't enough - dozens of wars, some of which are still raging, have been started since then, killing countless millions and leaving most of the survivors marked for life.

Makes you feel pretty depressed, doesn't it? Note that the name of the Belgian village of Passendale (spelled "Passchendaele" at the time of the battle) is pronounced incorrectly in this song - it should be PAH-sun-dah-luh, but Dickinson pronounces it as PEH-shun-dail.

Comrade Quote: : The most meaningful song lyrics I can come up with are from the Pink Floyd songs "When the Tigers Broke Free", describing the death of one of the band memebers fathers during WW2, and the classic "Us and Them". When the Tigers broke free It was just before dawn one miserable morning in black forty-four when the forward commander was told to sit tight when asked that his men be withdrawn And the generals gave thanks as the other ranks held back the enemy tanks - for a while And then the Anzio beachhead was held for the price of a few hundred ordinary lives And kind old King George sent mother a note when he heard that father was gone It was, I recall, in the form of a scroll with golden leaf and all And I found it one day in a drawer of old photographs hidden away And my eyes still grow damp to remember His Majesty signed with his own rubber stamp It was dark all around There was frost in the ground When the tigers broke free And noone survived from the Royal Fusiliers Company C They were all left behind Most of them dead The rest of them dying And that's how the High Command took my Daddy from me Excelent choice.

When I first heard the song, I thought that the story he told was just a piece of fiction written for the movie.

I didn't realize that this song was describing the death of Roger Water's father. From Wikipedia: When the Tigers Broke Free "When the Tigers Broke Free" (also listed as When the Tygers Broke Free ) is a Pink Floyd song by Roger Waters , describing the death of his father Eric Fletcher Waters , during World War II's Operation Shingle . "Operation shingle" was the codename for the Battle of Anzio.

Winston Churchill (the same strategic genius who was responsible for the Battle of Gallipoli fiasco in WWI) thought it was a good idea to land some troops near Rome, in an attempt to divert Axis military resources away from the Gustav Line (the primary Allied/Axis battlefront in Italy). In other words, it was little more than a strategic diversion.

And this song describes Roger Water's justifiable resentment at the fact that the life of his father was wasted in some sort of poorly-planed chessboard strategy. ”Forward he cried from the rear And the front rank died. And the general sat and the lines on the map Moved from side to side.” - Pink Floyd, Us and Them Sometimes it’s a little too easy for war planners to forget that the pawns on their political chessboard are human beings. Politicians hide themselves away They only started the war Why should they go out to fight? They leave that role to the poor Time will tell on their power minds Making war just for fun Treating people just like pawns in chess Wait till their judgement day comes, yeah!" - Black Sabbath, War Pigs BTW… I found this video which makes good use of Roger’s song… The Forgotten Wounded

Thank you O Great and Masterful BB! My computer is far to small to play videos, but thank you any way! Quote: : Excelent choice.

When I first heard the song, I thought that the story he told was just a piece of fiction written for the movie.

I didn't realize that this song was describing the death of Roger Water's father. From Wikipedia: When the Tigers Broke Free "When the Tigers Broke Free" (also listed as When the Tygers Broke Free) is a Pink Floyd song by Roger Waters, describing the death of his father Eric Fletcher Waters, during World War II's Operation Shingle. "Operation shingle" was the codename for the Battle of Anzio.

Winston Churchill (the same strategic genius who was responsible for the Battle of Gallipoli fiasco in WWI) thought it was a good idea to land some troops near Rome, in an attempt to divert Axis military resources away from the Gustav Line (the primary Allied/Axis battlefront in Italy). In other words, it was little more than a strategic diversion.

And this song describes Roger Water's justifiable resentment at the fact that the life of his father was wasted in some sort of poorly-planed chessboard strategy. ”Forward he cried from the rear And the front rank died. And the general sat and the lines on the map Moved from side to side.” - Pink Floyd, Us and Them Sometimes it’s a little too easy for war planners to forget that the pawns on their political chessboard are human beings. Politicians hide themselves away They only started the war Why should they go out to fight? They leave that role to the poor Time will tell on their power minds Making war just for fun Treating people just like pawns in chess Wait till their judgement day comes, yeah!" Its far to easy to forget such things. I imagine most of us play videogames and such.

Games such as Call of Duty, Medal of Honour and so forth glorify the war, males war fun, and enjoyable, nothing to be seriously concerned about. 4 days ago, as I righ this, was the 11th day of the 11th month.

Remembrance sunday.

I am ashamed to say that I did not honour it this year, I was to ill to attend the Church Service, but that is no real excuse. I shall conclude this post with a poem we have all heard many times, yet it always brings a tear to my eye. In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place;

And in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead.

Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved, and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch;

Be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. — John McCrae Good Day My Friends, and God Bless, Alexander

I don't like lyrics in songs, lol.

All of my favorite songs are either instrumental or have words that blend in with the instruments... I prefer to draw my own mental images and emotions from a meaningful song, and I usually find the lyrics totally at odds with my own connection to the sound once I figure them out.

So I try to ignore and forget them!

When I first heard this song it definately struck a chord: From Bruce Springsteen's Factory Early in the morning factory whistle blows, Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes, Man takes his lunch, walks out in the morning light, It's the working, the working, just the working life. Through the mansions of fear, through the mansions of pain, I see my daddy walking through them factory gates in the rain, Factory takes his hearing, factory gives him life, The working, the working, just the working life. End of the day, factory whistle cries, Men walk through these gates with death in their eyes. And you just better believe, boy, somebody's gonna get hurt tonight, It's the working, the working, just the working life. The second verse really got to me, and emblazoned this song into my mind forever

I like the song All Along the Watchtower by Bob Dylan, but also by Bear McCreary for use in Battlestar: Galactica. From All Along the Watchtower "There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief, "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth, None of them along the line know what any of it is worth." "No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke, "There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate, So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late." All along the watchtower, princes kept the view While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too. Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl, Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

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I just downloaded the Rolling Stone's Top 600 Modern Rock Songs off Azureus (awesome!), and as I was browsing the songs slowly, I just came across a really cool song. From Camper van Beethoven - Take The Skinheads Bowling Every day, I get up and pray to Jah And he decreases the number of clocks by exactly one Everybody's comin' home for lunch these days Last night there were skinheads on my lawn Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling Some people say that bowling alleys got big lanes Some people say that bowling alleys all look the same There's not a line that goes here that rhymes with anything I has a dream last night, but I forget what it was I had a dream last night about you, my friend I had a dream--I wanted to sleep next to plastic I had a dream--I wanted to lick your knees I had a dream--it was about nothing It has a very nice tune, not too cheesy, not too serious, reminds me of the opening and closing moments of Michael Moore's excellent "Bowling for Columbine" documentary.

These aren't nearly so deep as some of the others, but I still like these and I think they have points. "I Can't Save You" by Ozzy Osbourne You think you're special You think you're cool You're so invincible You're nobody's fool Dead man walking Your ego's high No matter who you are We're all gonna die Your time is coming Your soul is burning Your future's fading I Can't Save You Your demon's waking Your will is breaking Your body's shaking I Can't Save You now, now, now, now... (You've got to save yourself) I can't save you now, now, now, now... The years are passing The time goes fast You're in denial With your head up your ass Can't take it with you Leave it behind So many ways to live There's one way to die Your god is calling Your tears are falling You're head's exploding I can't save you No use in trying You can't stop crying You feel like dying I can't save you now, now, now, now� Tempted by your twisted mind You destroyed your self-control For fame and fortune you gave it all No one said you had to sell your soul Your time is coming Your soul is burning Your future's fading I can't save you Your demon's waking Your will is breaking Your body's shaking I can't save you Your god is calling Your tears are falling Your head's exploding I can't save you No use in trying You can't stop crying You feel like dying I can't save you now Also: "Love to Hate" by Ozzy Osbourne Another day and more bad news I wonder who died today I feel so numb I might as well be dead I live on hope and legal dope Addicted to the system Is it real or does it just live within my head I guess they lied to make me feel afraid I can�t believe a single word they say Cry another tear 'Cause the devil will not wait Living in fear Why do people love to hate Love to hate Desensitized and victimized The action never stops Could it be a smokescreen to keep us satisfied Insecure and paranoid I'm trying to survive I can't tell if I'm hearing truth or lies I'll never make it to the Holy Gates No one's gonna matter, the fire of hell awaits Cry another tear 'Cause the devil will not wait Living in fear Why do people love to hate Another day and more bad news I wonder who died today I can't tell if I'm hearing truth or lies I guess they lied to make me feel afraid I can't believe a single word they say Cry another tear 'Cause the devil will not wait Living in fear Why do people love to hate Cry another tear 'Cause the devil will not wait Living in fear Why do people love to hate Love to hate And, one more...

A Midnight Oil lyric, naturally. "Warakurna" by Midnight Oil There is enough There is enough for everyone There is enough In Redfern as there is in Alice There is enough This is not the Buckingham Palace This is the crown land This is the brown land This is not our land Some folks live in water tanks some folks live in red brick flats There is enough, the law is carved in granite It's been shaped by wind and rain White law could be wrong Black law must be strong Warakurna, cars will roll Don't drink by the water hole Court fines on the shopfront wall Beat the grog and save your soul Some people laugh, some never learn This land must change or land must burn Some people sleep, some people yearn This land must change or land must burn Diesel and dust is what we breathe This land don't change and we don't leave Some people live, some never die This land don't change this land must lie Some people leave, always return This land must change or land must burn Warakurna, camels roam Fires are warm and dogs are cold Not since Lassiter was here Black man's got a lot to fear Some people laugh some never learn This land must change or land must burn Some people leave, always return This land must change or land must burn On second thought, one more.

Also not as deep.

But why does this almost remind of The Division Bell "These Walls" by Dream Theater This is so hard for me To find the words to say My thoughts are standing still Captive inside of me All emotions start to hide And nothing's getting through Watch me, Fading I'm losing All my instincts, falling into darkness Tear down these walls for me Stop me from going under You are the only one who knows I'm holding back It's not too late for me, To keep from sinking further (I'm trying to find my way out, Tear down these walls for me now) So much uncertainty I don't like this feeling I'm sinking like a stone Each time I try to speak There's a voice I'm hearing And it changes everything Watch me, Crawl from The wreckage Of my silence Conversation Failing Tear down these walls for me Stop me from going under You are the only one who knows I'm holding back It's not too late for me, To keep from sinking further (I'm trying to find my way out, Take down these walls) Everytime you choose to turn away Is it worth the price you pay? Is there someone who will wait for you One more time? One more time... Watch me, Fading I'm losing All my instincts, Falling into darkness Tear down these walls for me Stop me from going under You are the only one who knows I'm holding back It's not too late for me, To keep from sinking further (I'm trying to find my way out, Tear down these walls for me now) Tear down these walls for me It's not too late for me Tear down these walls for me[/list]

Here are afew that managed to capture my attention: "We Didn't Start The Fire" by Billy Joel Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe Rosenbergs, H-Bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom Brando, "The King and I", and "The Catcher in the Rye" Eisenhower, vaccine, England's got a new queen Marciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye CHORUS We didn't start the fire It was always burning Since the world's been turning We didn't start the fire No we didn't light it But we tried to fight it Josef Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc Roy Cohn, Juan Peron, Toscanini, Dacron Dien Bien Phu Falls, Rock Around the Clock Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn's got a winning team Davy Crockett, Peter Pan, Elvis Presley, Disneyland Bardot, Budapest, Alabama, Khrushchev Princess Grace, Peyton Place, Trouble in the Suez We didn't start the fire It was always burning Since the world's been turning We didn't start the fire Well, we didn't light it But we tried to fight it Little Rock, Pasternak, Mickey Mantle, Kerouac Sputnik, Chou En-Lai, Bridge On The River Kwai Lebanon, Charles de Gaulle, California Baseball, Starkwether, Homicide, Children of Thalidomide Buddy Holly, Ben Hur, Space Monkey, Mafia Hula Hoops, Castro, Edsel is a no-go U2, Syngman Rhee, payola and Kennedy Chubby Checker, Psycho, Belgians in the Congo We didn't start the fire It was always burning Since the world's been turning We didn't start the fire Well, we didn't light it But we tried to fight it Hemingway, Eichmann, Stranger in a Strange Land, Dylan, Berlin, Bay of Pigs invasion Lawrence of Arabia, British Beatlemania Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston beats Patterson Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British Politician sex J.F.K.

Blown away, what else do I have to say We didn't start the fire It was always burning Since the world's been turning We didn't start the fire Well, we didn't light it But we tried to fight it Birth control, Ho Chi Minh, Richard Nixon back again Moonshot, Woodstock, Watergate, punk rock Begin, Reagan, Palestine, Terror on the airline Ayatollah's in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan Wheel of Fortune, Sally Ride, heavy metal, suicide Foreign debts, homeless Vets, AIDS, Crack, Bernie Goetz Hypodermics on the shores, China's under martial law Rock and Roller cola wars, I can't take it anymore We didn't start the fire It was always burning since the world's been turning. We didn't start the fire But when we are gone It will still burn on, and on, and on, and on... We didn't start the fire It was always burning Since the world's been turning We didn't start the fire Well, we didn't light it But we tried to fight it We didn't start the fire It was always burning Since the world's been turning We didn't start the fire Well, we didn't light but But we tried to fight it We didn't start the fire It was always burning Since the world's been turning We didn't start the fire... "Between Angels and Insects" by Papa Roach (which captured my nihilistic heart best) There's no money, there's no possessions, only obsession I don't need that shit, take my money, take my obsession I just wanna be heard, loud and clear are my words, comin’ from within man Tell ‘em what you heard, it's about a revolution In your heart and in your mind, you can find the conclusion Lifestyle and obsession, diamond rings get you nothin’ but a lifelong lesson And your pocketbook stressin’, you're a slave to the system Workin jobs that you hate, for that shit you don't need It's too bad the world is based on greed, step back and see Stop thinkin’ bout yourself, start thinkin’ bout There's no money, there's no possession, only obsession, I don't need that shit Take my money, take my possession, take my obsession, I don't need that shit Cuz everything is nothing, and emptiness is in everything This reality is really just a fucked up dream With the flesh and the blood that you call your soul, flip it inside out It's a big black hole, take your money burn it up like an asteroid Possessions, they are never gonna fill the void, take it away And learn the best lesson, the heart, the soul, the life, the passion There's no money, there's no possession, only obsession, I don't need that shit Take my money, take my possession, take my obsession, I don't need that shit Money, possession, obsession, present yourself, press your clothes Comb your hair, clock in, you just can't win, just can't win And the things you own, own you now! Take my money, take my possession, take my obsession, I don't need that shit Fuck your money, fuck your possession, fuck your obsession, I don't need that shit Money, possession, obsession, I don't need that shit. This last one is especially epicly (is there such a word?) romantic, it's "Queen of Winter, Throned" by Cradle of Filth Even a man who is pure in the heart And speaks in prayer by night May become a wolf when the wolf's bane blooms And the winter moon is bright" Listen to them The children of the night What sweet music they make Iniquitous I share Carmilla's mask A gaunt mephitic voyeur On the black side of the glass Peering through the mirror Deep dark and ominous Consorting themes, demons I weave Subservience from thee to lost I am Corinthian light A snake in flowers by night The last temptation of christ Evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt Sharp-eyed, impassive whore Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor Lure me panthered Faustia With cunt and veiled womb To prowl thy inner sanctum walls In Tirgoviste to resume Control Seduction, my obsessive art A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars Like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms 'Midst dreams od robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind (Purge) Fires work in me A lithe supremacy I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies Impaler Lord Flesh upon the sword My lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war I am thirst, spearheaded hunger Sacrament and pain Nails raked in savagery When the cruel Countessa came Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon Of Draconian design A love that never dies Nefarious silhouettes to rise When stars fall pale And to drown back in Her eyes Is to madden ghosts within To unhinge a thousand sins From Death's dark vale "Blessed be these spells of winter Unto us that wait with patience in This secret garden To storm our way into another As yes undone" (Surge) Desert claims Eden And Hyperborean Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun Iconoclast Before thee angels clasped In nakedness their ochre flesh Shall yield to thy advance She is all to me Mysterious, alive The howling in the deep woods When cold festal stars aligned A lurid moon looms;

Phosphorent, evil Yesod vested in despotic upheaval Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow Forgotten ones ebter as above, so below The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend From Sheol's dank haunted wilderness Thy seal upon Nuit's starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead Queen of Winter, throned The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses Vestal masturbation (Purity) Overthrown Darkness In raven feathered dress Sides with Death at chess Their pawns are many and the enemy Powerless When the miscreants fell dead She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night And the bestial floor shook with terrible life I rise before thee Queen To feed our lusts on the blood of the weak To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath Satanic Tyranny

Lookit all the songs I've never heard of ^^. I remember when I saw this thread the first time round and decided not to post in it because I objected to the idea that song lyrics could be meaningful in comparison to more organised and less limiting prose.

I've reconsidered this position and would now say that whilst a song will always lack the informational value of traditional prose and the allegorical power of fiction it can be considered to have greater communicative value through the simple emotional stimulation which is a property of poetical forms. With this in mind I submit the following lyrics, which, as you might expect, none of you will have heard of ^^. The first is title Dear You -Hope- which is among a series of pieces the others being -cry-, -kind- and -feel-.

They each represent the position of different characters in relation to a piece of fiction, as such some of the lines will be taken rather literally if you know the work, but I think they have more power as metaphor. Without my prayers delivered no matter how I pray The murmuring voice disappears in the cicada-sounding shower How many times have I been torn and shredded apart, I wonder Has hope turned into into despair, I wonder I promise to become strong the very next time around So now I grip my hands The signal of the opening echoes again;

I dance the repetition helplessly A story that composes this world;

The finale is only for you I'll keep praying faintly Simply, simply, "for happiness" Even if there aren't many futures remaining anymore I want to protect the precious things to the end For that, even the act of defying god- I'll commit sins unhesitatingly and untiringly Even if I'm ephemeral like the summer cicadas and I'm to die very soon I want you to laugh by my side;

Please give me bliss Let's start it again So that I can surely hope for a happy ending this time And at least smile tenderly all the while Until the moment of the end The second and final song I submit is a strange one.

It is a lullaby which I at first found rather unremarkable until I noticed tears in my eyes.

Scanning the internet I found that many other people on first hearing the piece had similar reactions many crying oturight.

I think that this piece represents our vision and hope for how we want things to be and our recognition of how easily it could be achieved, but measured by our despair that it will never be so.

I'm not sure whether it is the lyrics, the musical composition or the relation to the plot fo a rather emotional show that evokes this responce, but nonetheless here it is: This like the previous submission is a translated work and some lines in this one simply don't translate well so will be left in romaji.

"dango" means roughly a type of dumpling ...

Don't think about that too much more than you would the owl and the pussycat.

"daikazoku" is a combination of kazoku the japanese word for family and dai which basically just means big.

Oh and as a cultural note where we see a man in the moon japanese people see a rabbit making mochi. Dango Daikazoku ~short version~ Dango, dango, dango, dango, dango daikazoku A Mischievious roasted dango, a kind sweet bean dango, Gather them all up and it's a family of one hundred, A baby dango is always cradled in happiness, An old dango gazes with squinty eyes, The dango friends will all hold hands and form a big circle, They'll found a village on a dango planet and all smile together, The rabbits are waving their hands from the big moon, Roll up all the happy and sad things together. For those interested, the songs themselves are at the following links.

It's actually worth hearing them in japanese because the poetry doesn't always translate, Dear you -hope- Dango Daikazoku

Now how did I forget abot Imagine until just now? Imagine-John Lennon Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people Living for today Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people Living life in peace You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will be as one Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can No need for greed or hunger A brotherhood of man Imagine all the people Sharing all the world You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will live as one Beautiful and nostalgic.

It sends me back to my communist days

Quote: : Now how did I forget abot Imagine until just now? Imagine-John Lennon Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people Living for today Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people Living life in peace You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will be as one Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can No need for greed or hunger A brotherhood of man Imagine all the people Sharing all the world You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will live as one Beautiful and nostalgic.

It sends me back to my communist days I don't know HOW you forgot it for THIS fucking long...

But hey. And here's a few Tool songs to chew on;

It's about all I can access on this shitty filtered internet. "Schism" by Tool I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away Mildewed and smoldering.

Fundamental differing. Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so We cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication. I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down No fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over. To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication The poetry that comes from the squaring off between, And the circling is worth it. Finding beauty in the dissonance. There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away. Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting I've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication. Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any Sense of compassion Between supposed lovers Between supposed brothers I know the pieces fit... "Lateralus" by Tool Black then white are all I see in my infancy. red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me. lets me see. As below, so above and beyond, I imagine drawn beyond the lines of reason. Push the envelope.

Watch it bend. Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines. Black then white are all I see in my infancy. red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me. lets me see there is so much more and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities. As below, so above and beyond, I imagine drawn outside the lines of reason. Push the envelope.

Watch it bend. Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind. Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line. Reaching out to embrace the random. Reaching out to embrace whatever may come. I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow to feel inspired, to fathom the power, to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain, to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human. With my feet upon the ground I lose myself between the sounds and open wide to suck it in, I feel it move across my skin. I'm reaching up and reaching out, I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me. And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been. We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been. Spiral out.

Keep going, going... "The Pot" by Tool Who are you to wave your finger? You must have been outta your head Eye hole deep in muddy waters You practically raised the dead Rob the grave to snow the cradle Then burn the evidence down Soapbox house of cards and glass so Don't go tossin' your stones around You must have been high Foot in mouth and head up ass So whatcha talkin' 'bout? Difficult to dance 'round this one 'til you pull it out.

Boy, You must have been so high Steal, borrow, refer, save your shady inference Kangaroo done hung the jury with the innocent Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo (Musta) got lemon juice up in your eye When you pissed all over my black kettle. You must have been high! Who are you to wave your finger? So full of it Eye balls deep in muddy waters Fuckin' hypocrite Liar, lawyer, mirror, show me.

What's the difference? Kangaroo done hung the guilty with the innocent. Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo (Musta) got lemon juice up in your eye When you pissed all over my black kettle. You must've been... So who are you to wave your finger? Who are you to wave your fatty fingers at me? You must have been out your mind Weepin' shades of indigo Shed without a reason Weepin' shades of indigo Liar, lawyer - mirror, for you what's the difference? Kangaroo be stoned.

He's guilty as the government. Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo (Musta) got lemon juice up in your eye Now when you pissed all over my black kettle. You must've been high! Eyeballs deep in muddy waters Eyeballs deep in muddy waters Ganja?

P-lease! You must have been out your mind Suffice to say, I don't know what Lateralus is about, really, but hey - trying to figure this out is half the fun.

And, one more which describes my feelings about everything all too well - kind of creepy how that shit works out, hm? "Ænema" by 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 Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of Freaks Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any fucking time.

Any fucking 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 hairpiece and Fret for your lawsuit and Fret for your prozac and Fret for your pilot and Fret for your contract and Fret for your car. It's a Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of Freaks Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any fucking time.

Any fucking 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 Silly shit, stupid shit... One great big festering neon distraction, I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied. Learn to swim. Mom's gonna fix it all soon. Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to be. Learn to swim. Fuck L Ron Hubbard and Fuck all his clones. Fuck all those gun-toting Hip gangster wannabes. Learn to swim. Fuck retro anything. Fuck your tattoos. Fuck all you junkies and Fuck your short memory. Learn to swim. Fuck smiley glad-hands With hidden agendas. Fuck these dysfunctional, Insecure actresses. Learn to swim. Cuz I'm praying for rain And I'm praying for tidal waves I wanna see the ground give way. I wanna watch it all go down. Mom please flush it all away. I wanna watch 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 all come down. suck it down. flush it down. I'll put up lyrics to the non-Tool songs on my list of songs I want to post lyrics for after I get home from this shithole... And here are the Midnight Oil songs - I found that the site with these isn't filtered, either. "Progress" by Midnight Oil Say yes to real life ambition Say yes to our hopes and our plans Forget about your indecision Let's get the beast off our land A tree that can grow no longer A beach that has got no sand I would pay out a king's ransom If we could just understand Got your last meal filled up with pesticide Hamburger chain third world infanticide Got robot car your jobs will disappear It's called the politics of a brand new year Manhattanization is coming Open your eyes if you dare Carry us on to the crossroads Come to your senses and care 16 million I can't hear you at all Some say that's progress I say that's cruel You may be safe in your hemisphere But there's so much junk in the stratosphere We got our eyes on the firmament Hands on the armaments Heads full of arguments And words for our monuments I won't deny it can we survive Some say that's progress I say that's cruel "Written in the Heart" by Midnight Oil The god forsaken rifleman stands rigid at the bar The kids discover victims in the rubble and the tar They're married to ambition to the slogans of the war Slogans that used to be scrawled on the wall and written in the heart A woman bows to Mecca and she struggles to her feet It's better since the president took shooting off the street She pictures all the poverty the cursed hold war The pictures that used to be scrawled on the wall are written in the heart The elders make a promise and they forge it in the fire The general's car is sabotaged, four bullets in the tire With the burning of the words there goes the scorching of the heart The words that used to be scrawled on the wall are written in the heart "Bedlam Bridge" by Midnight Oil In this city with no footpath There's a building with no people There is crime and gun decisions There's a street of heat and hawkers There's a house of hope and drifters There's a gang that shoots then listens There's a place that knows no poverty A town without pollution There's a soul with good intentions There are canyons full of movie stars Churches made of metal There are mountains made of muscle We have leaders who are anxious We have captain not courageous Captains tumbling into madness But there's a man who makes no enemies A body never breathless No ambition ever hopeless Up on bedlam bridge somebody is waiting Up on bedlam bridge I'm shot to heaven Oh Up on bedlam bridge Waiting In these locked and shackled neighborhoods Bridge and tunnel diplomats See the golden ghetto's creeper Crazy flags from history Songs for the White House gangsters Guns for hellgate railway sleepers But there's a man who makes no enemies A body never breathless No ambition ever hopeless So how stands the city on this winter's night? The city on the hill or so they said The now is falling down around the armoury The city's closing in around my head Up on bedlam bridge somebody is waiting Up on bedlam bridge I'm shot to heaven Oh Up on bedlam bridge Waiting Drive Drive the engines harder Drive Drive Won't you turn the engines over Drive "Last of the Diggers" by Midnight Oil Who will march for peace Now that the last of the diggers has gone All those who were released From Suvla Bay and from the Somme The Mallee ís whipped by sand A great new silence blankets the land We sure need the Stone Age In the coming century Who will feed the poor Now that the saint of the gutters is gone Who will hear the call You lately come or native born For the touch of the master's hand The eye of the master still watches the lamb We sure need the Stone Age In the coming century The last of the diggers The last of the diggers The last of the diggers The last of the diggers has won Who gets sent to war Who'll lose a child to a foreign coast Who will leave our shore And come home rattling like a ghost This country can be cruel It'll leave you with scars that never heal We sure need the Stone Age in the coming century Still gonna need some Stone Age in the coming century "Sometimes" by Midnight Oil I know that the sunset empire shudders and shakes I know there's a floodgate and a raging river I say see the silence of the ribbons of iron and steel I say hear the punch drunk huddle drive hammer and wheel Sometimes you're beaten to the call Sometimes you're taken to the wall But you don't give in I know that the cannibals wear smart suits and ties I know they arm wrestle on the altar I say don't leave your heart in a hard place Sometimes you're shaken to the core Sometimes the face is gonna fall But you don't give in. And a few more classics - let's start with Zappa. "Trouble Every Day" by Frank Zappa Well I'm about to get sick From watchin' my TV Been checkin' out the news Until my eyeballs fail to see I mean to say that every day Is just another rotten mess And when it's gonna change, my friend Is anybody's guess So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin' Hopin' for the best Even think I'll go to prayin' Every time I hear 'em sayin' That there's no way to delay That trouble comin' every day No way to delay That trouble comin' every day Wednesday I watched the riot .

. . Seen the cops out on the street Watched 'em throwin' rocks and stuff And chokin' in the heat Listened to reports About the whisky passin' 'round Seen the smoke and fire And the market burnin' down Watched while everybody On his street would take a turn To stomp and smash and bash and crash And slash and bust and burn And I'm watchin' and I'm waitin' Hopin' for the best Even think I'll go to prayin' Every time I hear 'em sayin' That there's no way to delay That trouble comin' every day No way to delay That trouble comin' every day Well, you can cool it, You can heat it .

. . 'Cause, baby, I don't need it .

. . Take your TV tube and eat it 'N all that phony stuff on sports 'N all the unconfirmed reports You know I watched that rotten box Until my head begin to hurt From checkin' out the way The newsman say they get the dirt Before the guys on channel so-and-so And further they assert That any show they'll interrupt To bring you news if it comes up They say that if the place blows up They will be the first to tell, Because the boys they got downtown Are workin' hard and doin' swell, And if anybody gets the news Before it hits the street, They say that no one blabs it faster Their coverage can't be beat And if another woman driver Gets machine-gunned from her seat They'll send some joker with a brownie And you'll see it all complete So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin' Hopin' for the best Even think I'll go to prayin' Every time I hear 'em sayin' That there's no way to delay That trouble comin' every day No way to delay That trouble comin' every day Hey, you know something people? I'm not black But there's a whole lots a times I wish I could say I'm not white Well, I seen the fires burnin' And the local people turnin' On the merchants and the shops Who used to sell their brooms and mops And every other household item Watched the mob just turn and bite 'em And they say it served 'em right Because a few of them are white, And it's the same across the nation Black and white discrimination Yellin' "You can't understand me!" 'N all that other jazz they hand me In the papers and TV and All that mass stupidity That seems to grow more every day Each time you hear some nitwit say He wants to go and do you in Because the color of your skin Just don't appeal to him (No matter if it's black or white) Because he's out for blood tonight You know we got to sit around at home And watch this thing begin But I bet there won't be many live To see it really end 'Cause the fire in the street Ain't like the fire in the heart And in the eyes of all these people Don't you know that this could start On any street in any town In any state if any clown Decides that now's the time to fight For some ideal he thinks is right And if a million more agree There ain't no Great Society As it applies to you and me Our country isn't free And the law refuses to see If all that you can ever be Is just a lousy janitor Unless your uncle owns a store You know that five in every four Just won't amount to nothin' more Gonna watch the rats go across the floor And make up songs about being poor Blow your harmonica, son! "Dickie's Such an Asshole" by Frank Zappa One 'n one is eleven! Two 'n two is twenty-two! Won't somebody kindly tell me, What the government's tryin' t' do .

. . Dickie's just too tricky For a chump like me to use, oh use You take that sub-committee serious, boy (and I'm serious) You just might get a seizure from the evenin' news Millions 'n millions of dollars .

. . Much as he might need .

. . (good work!) He could open up a chain of motels, people, On the highway, yes indeed! Quadrophonic desperation!

(oh, pinch that loaf now!) There might be confinement loaf up under your bed (well .

. . ) You know if you just might pinch a little loaf in your slumber (pffft .

. . NURSE!) The FBI is gonna get your number GONNA GET YA GONNA GET YA GONNA JUMP UP THE SUB-COMMITTEE AND GET YA! THE FBI GONNA GET YOUR NUMBER THE FBI GONNA GET YOUR NUMBER THE FBI GONNA GET YOUR NUMBER THE FBI GONNA GET YOUR NUMBER THE FBI THEY ALREADY GOT YOUR PICTURE THE FBI AND YOUR FINGERPRINTS TOO THE FBI THEN THEY GOT A GUY IN VIRGINA THE FBI WHIFFING UP A LITTLE SOUP JUST FOR YOU GONNA GET YOUR NUMBER GONNA GET YOUR NUMBER Tryin' not to worry Tryin' not to care But you know, I get so excited When that soup goes over there Can't have no private conversation Nowhere In the USA Can't wait 'til the rest of the people all over the the world Find out that their confinement loaf Is just the same ol' way Every day .

. . (Pinch that loaf now!) Let me tell you about this right now Let me tell you about this right here Let me make this formerly clear Let me tell you about this right here You know you put me in office So you must have wanted me in office I've did you no harm I used to have twenty-five tapes Now I only got ten Can't remember what happened to the rest Musta gave 'em to a friend Gave a couple to Bebe Rebozo Gave a couple to Pat Boone Gave a couple to Ronald Reagan Gave a couple to the new vice-president He said he'd stick with me through thick and thin Even if I invaded Nicaragua You know I'm not a crook You know I'm not a crook I just wanna lie about one more thing right now .

. . (Say yeah yeah .

. . ) The gangster stepped right up, 'N kissed him on the lips good-bye Made him a cocksucker by proxy, yes he did, An' he didn't even bat an eye! The man in the White House -- oooh! He's got a conscience black as sin! (Yeah, maybe I .

. . I don't know but, it's just a training exercise) There's just one thing I wanna know -- How'd that asshole ever manage to get in? You're all the same, so sing right along now: DICKIE'S SUCH AN ASSHOLE Sincerely, Dick, we mean it Sincerely, Ron, we mean it Sincerely, Dick and Ron, we continue to mean it Wee-ooo Now let's bring the Republican Party up to date .

. . "When The Lie's So Big..." by Frank Zappa (Pinch it good! You know, that confinement loaf is real good stuff Hey, you oughta try some!) They got lies so big They don't make a noise They tell 'em so well Like a secret disease That makes you go numb With a big ol' lie And a flag and a pie And a mom and a bible Most folks are just liable To buy any line Any place, any time When the lie's so big As in Robertson's case, (That sinister face Behind all the Jesus hurrah) Could result in the end To a worrisome trend In which every American Not "born again" Could be punished in cruel and unusual ways By this treacherous cretin Who tells everyone That he's Jesus' best friend When the lies get so big And the fog gets so thick And the facts disappear The Republican Trick Can be played out again People, please tell me when We'll be rid of these men! Just who do they really Suppose that they are? And how do they manage to travel as far As they seem to have come? Were we really that dumb? People, wake up Figure it out Religious fanatics Around and about The Court House, The State House, The Congress, The White House Criminal saints With a "Heavenly Mission" -- A nation enraptured By pure superstition Do you believe in the Invisible Army? (Yes, indeed!) When the lie's so big And the fog so thick And the facts kept forgotten Then the Republican Trick (Ketchup is a vegetable!) Can be played out again People, please tell me when We'll be rid of these men! And last but not least, a new-ish King Crimson song. "The Facts of Life" by King Crimson Six billion ants Crawling on a plate Six billion ants Crawling on a plate None of them give back As much as they take Six billion ants Crawling on a plate Doesn't mean you should Just because you can It doesn't mean you should Just because you can Like Abraham and Ishmael Fighting over sand It doesn't mean you should Just because you can That is a fact of life That is a fact of life Now some of us build And some of us teach Some of us build Some of us teach And some of us kill What some of us eat That is a fact of life That is a fact of life Nobody knows What happens when you die Nobody knows What happens when you die Believe what you want It doesn't mean you're right That is a fact of life That is a fact of life And that's enough out of me.

This post is too long anyway.

Seth Quote: : And here's a few Tool songs to chew on;

It's about all I can access on this shitty filtered internet. I used to like tool a lot, one of the songs with great lyrics is Eulogy ;

Great song. I'm sure you know this though. I've got a song or two, in terms of meaningfulness.

Not political, but I think they fit well. Since I'm listening to Hatebreed recently after a long period without hearing them, I've remembered how great and simple the lyrics are.

This is in stark contrast to the classics like Pink Floyd and Lennon. First one is simple and to the point.

Proven : You want to see me fail You won't get your chance You want to see me fail You won't get your chance You'll never get your chance This is our lives This is who we are You can't put a price on it It's strength within our hearts From within our souls Stood strong throughout the years This runs through our veins We stay true to ourselves (You want to see me fail...) Who are you to judge us Who are you to condemn us I have respect, honour and dedication For my family and friends From within our souls Stood strong throughout the years This runs through our veins We stay true to ourselves (You want to see me fail...) This is thicker than blood Its all we have PROVEN Second one, Perserverance : I know your fear of loss And your struggles with faith And how it takes everything that you have to face the day The virtues you possess now bring you eternal pain All you have is contempt for a life you can't obtain All your heroes have failed you Yet you try and prevail Face your torment and dismantle your doubt Refuse this legacy of shame and deceit Cause the only real truth in your life that you know is hostility Your world is coming apart Remain steadfast Perseverance Against all opposition Crushing all limitations Pure strength through solitude Discipline and determination You can't accept what you've been told Anchored in sin you must reverse your descent Declare the weight of the world has yet to claim you And admit that your faults will not restrain you Glimpses of fate bring light to your despair Realise hope isn't short of your grasp Resurrect every dream that you've buried alive And never succumb to the war that you fight in your heart Your world is coming apart Remain steadfast Perseverance Against all opposition Crushing all limitations Pure strength through solitude Discipline and determination Third is Worlds Apart , once again short and simple: Conditioned to feel nothing. We turn our backs on all these crimes. Cries fall on deaf ears, and the killing continues. They say what we don't know will never hurt us, but nothing could be further from the truth. [chorus] In your uncaring life - we are worlds apart. In this race doomed to fail - we are worlds apart. In this system you support - we are worlds apart. In my soul - we are worlds apart. Worlds apart Fourth, Facing What Consumes You : Facing what consumes you is the only way to be free. Released from those poisonous fears. Resurrected once and for all. You want me to hold my tongue Then why the fuck am I here? You want me to bottle my rage Cause you never had the heart to say what I say. My life, my body, my pride. You have no opinion, no right. I've built myself nothing like you. My refusal is my way of life. Doubt me, Hate me You're the inspiration I need My life, my body, my pride You have no say My life, my body, my pride You don't have a say Facing what consumes you is the only way to be free. Though I'm still far from perfection. I stay relevant, I'm still vigilante. I have so much more to say. I have so much more to fight for. I've used your lack of expectation. As my awakening, its my ability to live forever By my own command. To be vehement, remain confident. Doubt me, Hate me You're the inspiration I need You're all the inspiration I need. Your doubt, it fuels me. Your hate, it drives me. The challenge ignites me. You make me fight harder. And finally one of the best for last, Filth : I won't celebrate your genocide and I won't consume your lies And you cannot deny how your selfish ways kill and ruin innocent lives People have been exploited, people have been killed Humanity has been raped and still I see no cure I won't consume your filth Filth is what you know Filth is what you consume Filth is all you know I'm gonna take you out I can justify your suffering, can you justify theirs? You degrade and destroy life as we know it to profit at any cost. I won't consume! I won't take part! I cannot and I won't I won't consume your filth!

Wow, my thread is actually popular, that hasn't happend in a while. A new entry on my part, from the utterly brillinat series Firefly . Take my love, take my land Take me where I cannot stand I don't care, I'm still free You can't take the sky from me Take me out to the black Tell them I ain't comin' back Burn the land and boil the sea You can't take the sky from me There's no place I can be Since I found Serenity But you can't take the sky from me... Just to clarify, the idea behind Firefly is that Mankind has left planet Earth behind and settled in a new star system, with "Dozens of planets and hundreds of moons," over several decades , they are almost all colonised to match Earth That Was (ETW) as they can. Well, the Inner, or Core Worlds are the most devoloped, and they fromed the Alliance.

The Outer Worlds weren't, some worlds having nothing more technologically advanced as a lantern and a shotgun, even places were you could be burnt as a With if your not careful. Well, the Alliance decided everyone would be better of if everyone did what they said.

They annexed every planet not under Alliance control, and went to war with those who wanted to be free, the Alliance were the Blue Coats, the Independents Brown Coats. Long story short, the Brown Coats lost.

And things have not in any way, shape or form, gotten better on the Outer Worlds, many are just as bad, or worse, as they were before the war, which is kind of what the song is trying to convey I feel, you can take everything away from me, but you will never take away the sky. Cheesy sort of, but brilliant any way.

Especially the episode "Jaynestown", that statue bit is priceless. "This must be what going mad feels like." GDGB Aleks Rant over.

While I'm here, I'll add to my word count...

While posting some of these! (What's So Funny 'Bout) Peace, Love, and Understanding As I walk through This wicked world Searchin' for light in the darkness of insanity. I ask myself Is all hope lost? Is there only pain and hatred, and misery? And each time I feel like this inside, There's one thing I wanna know: What's so funny 'bout peace love & understanding?

Ohhhh What's so funny 'bout peace love & understanding? And as I walked on Through troubled times My spirit gets so downhearted sometimes So where are the strong And who are the trusted? And where is the harmony? Sweet harmony. 'Cause each time I feel it slippin' away, just makes me wanna cry. What's so funny 'bout peace love & understanding?

Ohhhh What's so funny 'bout peace love & understanding? So where are the strong? And who are the trusted? And where is the harmony? Sweet harmony. 'Cause each time I feel it slippin' away, just makes me wanna cry. What's so funny 'bout peace love & understanding?

Ohhhh What's so funny 'bout peace love & understanding?

Ohhhh What's so funny 'bout peace love & understanding? Insanity I'm so sorry, please forgive me Who do I pray to to straighten out this problem? Straighten out this problem, straighten out my mind. Straighten out this crooked toungue... My mind has wandered, from the straight and narrow. My mind has wandered from the flock you see. My mind has wandered, the man just said so. My mind has wandered, I heard it on TV. And the flock has wandered away from me. All around the world now Like a big bright cherry cloud Traveling from home to home TV sets and telephones Here it comes just like a storm Bathe in it and be reborn Time to let the world know Welcome madness, say hello Like a wave we cannot see Washing over you and me Hiding here and hiding there Madness hiding everywhere Such a curiosity Here it comes to set us free Plenty left for you and me Say hello insanity I am the virus, are you the cure? I am morally, I'm morally impure I am a disease and I am unclean I am not part of God's well oiled machine Christian nation, assimilate me Take me in your arms and set me free I am part of a degenerate elite Dragging our society into the streeet Into the abyss and to the sewer don't you see The man just told me, he told me on TV Do you think you're better than me Do you want to kill me or befriend me And the alchoholic bastard waved his finger at me His voice was filled with evanglical glee Sipping down his gin and tonics While preaching about the evils of narcotics And the evils of sex, and the wages of sin While he mentally fondles his next of kin My mind has wandered from the flock you see And the flock has wandered away from me And he waved his hypnotizing finger at me Let's imitate reality -- insanity Let's strive for mediocrity -- insanity Let's make believe we're all the same -- insanity Let's sanitize our little brains -- insanity I'd love to take you home with me and tuck you into bed I'd love to see what makes you tick inside your pretty head I'd love to hear you laugh tonight, I'd love to hear you weep I'd love to listen to you while you're screaming in your sleep Christian sons, christian daughters Lead me along like a lamb to the slaughter Purify my brain and hose down my soul White perfection, perfection is my goal Do you think you're better than me Do you want to kill me or befriend me Christian nation, make us alright Put us through the filter and make us pure and white My mind has wandered from the flock you see And the flock has wandered away from me Let's talk of family falues while we sit and watch the slaughter Hypothetical abortions on imaginary daughters The white folks think they're on the top ask any proud white male A million years of evolution, we get Danny Quayle All around the world now Like a big bright cherry cloud Traveling from home to home TV sets and telephones Here it comes just like a storm Bathe in it and be reborn Time to let the world know Welcome madness, say hello I'd love to take you home with me, I'd love to tuck you in I wish I could protect you from the wages of our sin I'd love to hear you scream tonight, I'd love to hear you cry Protect you from the madness that is raining from the sky Let's imitate reality -- insanity Let's strive for mediocrity -- insanity Let's make believe we're all the same -- insanity Let's sanitize our little brains -- insanity I'd love to take you home with me and tuck you into bed I'd love to see what makes you tick inside your pretty head I wish that I could keep you in a precious Chinese box On Sundays I would pray for you so it would never stop I'd love to hear you laugh tonight, I'd love to hear you weep I'd love to listen to you while you're screaming in your sleep I'd love to soothe you with my voice and take your hand in mine I'd love to take you past the stars and out of reach of time I'd love to see inside your mind and tear it all apart To cut you open with a knife and find your sacred heart I'd love to take your satin dolls and tear them all to shreds I'd love to mess your pretty hair, I'd love to see you dead. And because I can't get enough of posting Tool lyrics: He had alot to say. He had alot of nothing to say. We'll miss him. So long. We wish you well. You told us how you weren't afraid to die. Well then, so long. Don't cry. Or feel too down. Not all martyrs see divinity. But at least you tried. Standing above the crowd, He had a voice that was strong and loud. We'll miss him. Ranting and pointing his finger At everything but his heart. We'll miss him. No way to recall What it was that you had said to me, Like I care at all. So loud. You sure could yell. You took a stand on every little thing And so loud. Standing above the crowd, He had a voice so strong and loud and I Swallowed his facade cuz I'm so Eager to identify with Someone above the ground, Someone who seemed to feel the same, Someone prepared to lead the way, with Someone who would die for me. Will you?

Will you now? Would you die for me? Don't you fuckin lie. Don't you step out of line. Don't you fuckin lie. You've claimed all this time that you would die for me. Why then are you so surprised to hear your own eulogy? You had alot to say. You had alot of nothing to say. Come down. Get off your fuckin cross. We need the fuckin space to nail the next fool martyr. To ascend you must die. You must be crucified For your sins and your lies.

[sic] Goodbye... 4 Degrees Get up and free yourself from yourself. Locked up inside you, like the calm beneath castles, is a cavern of treasures that noone has been to. Let's go digging. Bring it out to take you back in. You won't do what you'd like to do. Lay back and let me show you another way. I'll kill what you want me to, take what's left and eat it. Take all or nothing. Life's just too short to push it away. Take it all. Take it all in. All the way in. Let it go. Let it go in. You won't feel what you'd like to feel. Lay back and let me show you another way. If you knock me down I'll come back running, knock you down, it won't be long now All the way in. All the way. Take it up higher. 4 degrees warmer. Give in now and let me in. You'll like this in Don't pull it out. It brings us closer than dying and cancer and crying. Come on. You can take it all. Just like that. And, one more, by Marillion.

The idea it seems to express (a man who kills with words) seems all too appropriate. Assassing I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence I am the assassin, providing your nemesis On the sacrificial altar to success, my friend Unleash a stranger from a kiss, my friend No incantations of remorse, my friend Unsheathe the blade within the voice, my friend Who decorates the scarf with the fugi knot Who camouflaged emotion in a thousand yard stare Who gouged the notches from the family tree Who hypnotised the guilt in career rhythm trance Assassing, assassing, assassing, assassing Listen as the syllables of slaughter cat with calm precision Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sow the ice incision Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell the creed of tempered diction Adjectives of annihilation bury the point beyond redemption Venomous verbs of ruthless candour plagiarise assassins fervour A friend in need is a friend that bleeds Let bitter silence infect the wound You were a sentimental mercenary in a free fire zone Parading a Hollywood conscience You were a fashionable objector with a uniform fetish Pavlovian slaver at the cash till ring of success A non com observer - I assassin the collector - defector So you resigned yourself to failure, my friend And I emerged the chilling stranger, my friend To eradicate the problem, my friend Unsheathe the blade within the voice I am the assassin I am the assassin And what do you call assassins who accuse assassins anyway, my friend? By the way, I'm also going to add this video including a shortened version of the earlier-posted "Insanity:" Danny Elfman and Fred Stuhr teach you what madness truly is.

What's this? More multi-posting? Change Don't you ever wonder why, nothing ever seems to change If it does it's for the worse, seems it's just a modern curse Sometimes when I take a peek outside of my little cage, Everyone looks so asleep, will they die before they wake And, hey.

. . Don't you know?

We're just products of our time and Hey .

. . What d'ya say?

Show me yours, I'll show you mine Better dumb and happy than smart and without any friends Better cute and better loud, better join up with the crowd Keep up or be left behind, there's a dust storm in my mind Seems I can't see straight these days, doesn't matter anyway Hey .

. . Don't you know?

We're just products of our times and Hey, what d'ya say?

Show me yours, I'll show you mine Hey, what d'ya say?

Hey, what d'ya say?

Please don't ever - Oh God, here's that question now.

The one that makes me go insane I'd gladly tear my heart out if you never, never, never, never change Do you want to change?

Do you want to change right now? Do you want to change .

. . I like my stupid life, just the way it is And I wouldn't even change it for a thousand flying pigs And I like you just the way you are, I like your face just the way it is And I wouldn't even change it for a herd of screaming kids And I like you just the way you are, I like you though you may not like me back I would dazzle you with brilliance, if I only had the knack 'Cause I like you just the way you are, I like this life just the way it is And the castles all around me, have been melting now for years And it kills my brain to think of all the time I wasted here All the efforts, sweat, and broken hearts, the screaming and the tears And I'm dreaming again .

. . Floating in a pool of mud Try to get back where I was and I don't really care Got a little talking to, by the mirror in my room, and I don't really care .

. . Whispering voices from the dead, come from underneath my bed And I don't really care .

. . I like my stupid life just the way it is And the chaos that surrounds me like a flock of screaming pigs And it hurts my brain to think of all the stupid things I've said And if I could change the future I would change the past instead And I'm dreaming again .

. . and I'm dreaming again .

. . Baby - sometimes I worry about you Sometimes you're so far away, tell me what to do I say, Baby .

. . sometimes I worry about you Sometimes I just can't believe everything you do I say, Baby .

. . sometimes I worry about you Every day I feel the same, don't you feel it too I say, Baby .

. . sometimes I worry about me Seems I'm falling down a lot, in between the scenes I say, Baby .

. . sometimes I worry about me Getting harder all the time, harder now to see I say, Baby .

. . sometimes I worry about me Light another cigarette, have another dream It's the same thing every day, nothing ever seems to change and I .

. . Do you really want to change? Testaments and growing pains.

Tranquilizers for the soul. Nothing ventured, nothing gained - evolution's cruelest joke Why is everyone upset?

I once knew but I forget.

Something happened, Something strange, something it appears has changed Hey .

. . Don't you know?

We're just products of our times And hey, what d'ya say?

Show me yours, I'll show you mine Hey, what d'ya say?

Hey, what d'ya say?

Please don't ever - Oh God, here's that question now, the one that makes me go insane I'd gladly tear my heart out if you never, never, never, never change Well, what do you think it's about? Helpless Countless long nights While I stare at the wall I ask myself over again... How did I end up In this little hell? How - did it ever begin? Oh, oh, oh oh oh helpess Helpless to turn back the clock That ticks on With its cruel shiny face It laughs while it watches My every disgrace - I was Born a sap - all the Nurses laughed when they Saw me the first time They giggled and they said "This poor little monster'd be Better off dead." Oh, oh, oh oh oh helpess Helplessly trapped in a body I'm sure - Should have never been mine. I bet that my real one's Doing just fine - and I Don't belong here, I Don't belong here - I Should be quite rich With a big shiny car A house with twelve rooms I deserve to go far. Oh, oh, oh oh oh helpess Helplessly falling in love But does love Really last through the night? To love - To honor - To kick and to bite!

And I Don't belong here, I Don't belong here It's all a mistake I was destined for greatness A leader, a prophet - They're just too blind to notice. Where did this whole silly story begin? It seems that my mind has gone - Blank. I think that I've messed up a chapter or two. Perhaps it is best if I'm frank! Oh, oh, oh oh oh helpess - Helplessly lost like that poor chap who came For an innocent dance. He left with his brain smeared All over his pants!

Cause he Didn't belong here, he Didn't belong here He never should've left That warm cage in a zoo! His face was so ugly What else could I do? Can you - really blame me, I Had to smash it. He left me no choice, he was just like the others. I just had to kill him. With my poor, dear, old Mother. Oh, oh, oh oh oh helpess Helplessly fucked in the ass By a legion of forty ex-cons That's what it feels like When you walk all over me. Don't belong here, I Don't belong here Your eyes burn right through me. They fill me with fear. I could've been at home Watching football, and drinking beer. Oh, oh, oh oh oh helpess, so Helpless. Rather a lot of people like this, hm? Capitalism There's nothing wrong with Capitalism There's nothing wrong with free enterprise Don't try to make me feel guilty I'm so tired of hearing you cry There's nothing wrong with making some profit If you ask me I'll say it's just fine There's nothing wrong with wanting to live nice I'm so tired of hearing you whine About the revolution Bringin' down the rich When was the last time you dug a ditch, baby! If it ain't one thing Then it's the other Any cause that crosses your path Your heart bleeds for anyone's brother I've got to tell you you're a pain in the ass You criticize with plenty of vigor You rationalize everything that you do With catchy phrases and heavy quotations And everybody is crazy but you You're just a middle class, socialist brat From a suburban family and you never really had to work And you tell me that we've got to get back To the struggling masses (whoever they are) You talk, talk, talk about suffering and pain Your mouth is bigger than your entire brain What the hell do you know about suffering and pain .

. . There's nothing wrong with Capitalism There's nothing wrong with free enterprise Don't try to make me feel guilty I'm so tired of hearing you cry There's nothing wrong with Capitalism There's nothing wrong with Capitalism There's nothing wrong with Capitalism There's nothing wrong with Capitalism Probably funnier than it should be. War Again Don't you know we got smart bombs, it's a good thing that our bombs are clever. Don't you know that the smart bombs are so clever, they only kill bad people. Don't you know though our kids are dumb, we got smart bombs, what a joyous thing. Here we go so let's drink a toast, to those clever bombs, and the men who built them. There they go now, there go all my friends There they go now, marching off to war again With their bright flags waving in the wind There they go now, marching off to war again Smiling proudly, with their heads in the clouds. Don't you know this is better than any video friend.

It's an action movie. Here we go watch the bad guys get their butts kicked.

Really makes me feel good.

Here we go watching CNN, the adrenaline rushes through my veins. Don't you know it's a feel good show, electronic bliss.

It's a video, video... There they go now, there go all my friends There they go now, marching off to war again With their bright flags waving in the wind There they go now, marching off to war again Smiling proudly, with their heads in the clouds. Aren't you glad we got smart bombs, it's a damn good thing our bombs are clever It's a shame that our kids are dumb, but our bombs are smart, what a lucky thing now Don't you know it's a feel good show and it's suitable for the whole darn family Come on out everybody shout, give a big salute to our ingenuity Don't you know this is better than, any video friend, it's an action movie... Here we go, watch the bad guys get their butts kicked, and it makes me feel good. Don't you know it's Nintendo, really gets the blood flowing thru my veins now Don't you know it's a feel-good show, electronic bliss, it's a video, video

Pimps of Gennesaret Inheritors of the saints in lights Greedy rats and vipers of charity Stole the corpse from the burial ground Then they nibbled on his embalmed cock Pilate ordered the soldiers to guard The sepulchre of the illegitimate turd The varlets were soon to cometh To give validity to a fictitious resurrection Pimps of Gennesaret, disciples of Zion Pimps of Gennesaret, holy host orgy In Gennesaret the junkies assembles Men dressed in robes, pedophiles Amongst them much love abounded Smearing sperm their favorite of pastimes Twelve devout gays begging for feed Robbing wine from a nearby wedding In an effort to avoid the pains of labor The idea of an afterlife they concocted Pimps of Gennesaret, disciples of Zion Pimps of Gennesaret, holy host orgy In Gennesaret the junkies assembles Men dressed in robes, pedophiles Amongst them much love abounded Smearing sperm their favorite of pastimes Pimps of Gennesaret, disciples of Zion Pimps of Gennesaret, holy host orgy Inheritors of the saints in lights Greedy rats and vipers of charity Stole the corpse from the burial ground Then they nibbled on his embalmed cock Pilate ordered the soldiers to guard The sepulchre of the illegitimate turd The varlets were soon to cometh To give validity to a fictitious resurrection

First up, snippets from Rage Against The Machine's Killing In The Name Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses And now you do what they told ya Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me Also, from Porcupine Tree's Radioactive Toy This one has particular meaning to me because one of the only things that I've ever found to scare me shitless is the idea of nuclear war.

Zombies, sure, bring it on, but keep those mushroom clouds well away from me. Run through forests on a hot Summer day Trying to break down walls of numbing pain Give me the freedom to destroy Give me radioactive toy Taste the water from a stream of running death Eat the apple and cough a dying breath Feel the sun burning through your black skin Pour me into a hole, inform my next of kin Run through graveyards on a dusty Winter day Spit the dirt out and try to say... Blackfield's Cloudy Now in a violent place we can call our country is a mixed up man and I guess that's me. the sun's in the sky but the storm never seems to end. its a place of sorrow but we call it a home. and the darkest thoughts yeah, I guess they're my own there's wealth in the bank but there's nothing to show inside. in a special place that I call my life the father was cruel and he lost his wife but I don't see either cause I live across the street its a beautiful thing when it starts to rain a man who drinks just to drown the pain and I can't stop from dreaming there's something else. we are a fucked up generation it's cloudy now a fucked up generation it's cloudy now we gotta get out of here it's cloudy now a fucked up generation it's cloudy now ... A Perfect Circle's Annihilation From dehumanization to arms production, For the benefit of the nation or its destruction Power is power, the law of the land, Those living for death will die by their own hand, Life's no ordeal if you come to terms, Reject the system dictating the norms From dehumanization to arms production, To hasten the nation towards its destruction Power is power, the law of the land, Those living for death will die by their own hand, Life's no ordeal if you come to terms, Reject the system dictating the norms From dehumanization to arms production, To hasten the nation towards its destruction Power is power, the law of the land, Those living for death will die by their own hand, Life's no ordeal if you come to terms, Reject the system dictating the norms From dehumanization to arms production, To hasten this nation towards its destruction, It's your choice, your choice, your choice, your choice, Peace or annihilation Naturally, I could post more starting with Lennon's Imagine but I don't thing another post wall is in order.




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