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I came as ice, I came as a whore I came as advice that came too short I came as gold, I came as crap I came clean and I came as a Rat It takes a long time, but God dies too But not before he'll stick it to you Well I don't know, but I been told You never die and you never grow old
Post by billypilgrim on Nov 20, 2014 13:21:33 GMT -5
He was sitting in the lounge of the Empire Hotel He was drinking for diversion, he was thinking for himself A little money riding on the Maple Leafs Along comes a lady in lacy sleeves She says, let me sit down, you know drinking alone's a shame, it's a shame, it's a crying shame Look at those jokers glued to that damn hockey game Hey honey, you've got lots of cash Bring us down a bottle and we'll have some laughs Gin's what I'm drinking, I was raised on robbery
I'm a pretty good cook, sitting on my groceries Come up to my kitchen, I'll show you my best recipe I try and I try but I can't save a cent I'm up after midnight cooking, trying to make my rent I'm rough but I'm pleasing, I was raised on robbery
We had a little money once, they were pushing through a four lane highway Government gave us three thousand dollars, you should have seen it fly away First he bought a '57 Biscayne, he put it in the ditch He drunk up all the rest, that son of a bitch His blood's bad whiskey, I was raised on robbery
You know you ain't bad looking, I like the way you hold your drinks Come home with me honey, I ain't asking for no full-length mink Hey, where you going, don't go yet Your glass ain't empty and we just met You're mean when you're loaded, I was raised on robbery
Post by billypilgrim on Nov 25, 2014 16:20:02 GMT -5
Up in Syracuse I was once falsely accused But I'm not here to hurt you I'm here to steal your virtue Down in Bridgeport The woman will kill you for sport But in Worcester, Massachusetts They just love my sort The women in Poughkeepsie Take their clothes off when they're tipsy But I hear in Ypsilanti They don't wear any panties... Once they gargle with the finest champagne They hitch up their skirts and exclaim It's not very far, Sugar It's not very far, Sugar It's not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane
The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams Upon the instruments of death The sunlight brightly gleams When every man is torn apart With nightmares and with dreams, Will no one lay the laurel wreath As silence drowns the screams
Confusion will be my epitaph As I crawl a cracked and broken path If we make it we can all sit back and laugh, But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying, Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Between the iron gates of fate, The seeds of time were sown, And watered by the deeds of those Who know and who are known; Knowledge is a deadly friend If no one sets the rules The fate of all mankind I see Is in the hands of fools
Confusion will be my epitaph As I crawl a cracked and broken path If we make it we can all sit back and laugh, But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying, Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Brother, mind what you do And how you treat your fellow man If you're like me, you'd try to live The very best you can For if you spread good all around You'd be able to sleep when the sun goes down
And if I made a fool, if I made a fool, if I made a fool On the road, there's always this And if I'm sewn into submission I can still come home to this
And with a face like a dad and a laughable stand You can sleep on the plane or review what you said When you're drunk and the kids leave impossible tasks You think over and over, "hey, I'm finally dead."
Oh, if the trip and the plan come apart in your hand Tou look contorted on yourself your ridiculous prop You forgot what you meant when you read what you said And you always knew you were tired, but then Where are your friends tonight?
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in And stops my mind from wandering Where it will go
I'm filling the cracks that ran through the door And kept my mind from wandering Where it will go
And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong I'm right Where I belong I'm right Where I belong See the people standing there Who disagree and never win And wonder why they don't get in my door
I'm painting my room in the colourful way And when my mind is wandering There I will go
And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong I'm right Where I belong I'm right Where I belong Silly people run around They worry me and never ask me Why they don't get past my door
I'm taking the time for a number of things That weren't important yesterday...
Post by Redman's Meth on May 1, 2015 0:43:05 GMT -5
This is not the first time I came to the planet But every time I come, only a few could understand it I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS
Kickin' the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin' to like Get with you, showin' you, you are invincible The Black Panther is the black answer for real In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away And enters into Kwame Ture
- KRS-One, 2nd Verse of Ah Yeah from his self-titled album.
Skiddlee bee-bop, we rock, Scooby Doo Guess what, America we love you I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast But we're like hot butter on your breakfast toast
Post by FuzzyWarbles on May 17, 2015 12:47:53 GMT -5
In a world where we all circle the fiery sun / With a need for love / What have we become? / Tragedy flows unbound and there's no place to run / Till it's done / Questions that call to us, we all reflect upon: / Where do we belong? Where do we come from? Questions that call to us we reflect upon / Till it's done
Carbon pollution is heating up the air / Do we really know? Do we even care? / Acid rain dripping on our trees and in our hair / Are you there? / Clock ticking backwards on things we've already built / Sons and fathers die, daughters killed / Question ain't do we have resources to build / Do we have the will?
Perilous dissidence evening up the score / Do we even know what we're fighting for? / Destinies crippled and thrown about on the floor / When we're waging war / Questions that call to us, we all reflect upon: / Where do we belong? Where do we come from? / Questions that call to us, we all reflect upon / Till it's done
See my shadow changing Stretching up and over me Soften this old armor Hoping I can clear the way By stepping through my shadow Coming out the other side Step into the shadow Forty six and two are just ahead of me
"You've got me where it hurts But I don't really care Cause I know I'm OK Whenever you are there You take me to a place I always wanna go You always make me high Whenever I feel low
I'm paper in your hand I'm under your command And I'll never let you go Cause you're that girl"
- "Tutti Frutti" by New Order
I've had this chorus stuck in my head for like 3 days now. Can't wait to seen them again in June! And with a the Australian Chamber Orchestra..) Eeeek!!!!
Post by Jim the Luck DЯagon on Mar 26, 2016 13:23:32 GMT -5
"The world map is our bedsheet We share geography now I explore virgin territory Squeaky seats acting as a mating call Nothing on me but her And didn't feel naked at all"
Eeeek!!!! 
