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"Start wearing purple wearing purple Start wearing purple for me now All your sanity and wits they will all vanish I promise, it's just a matter of time..."
"Start wearing purple wearing purple Start wearing purple for me now All your sanity and wits they will all vanish I promise, it's just a matter of time..."
- Gogol Bordello's "Start Wearing Purple"
Thanks, MoeTrain. Karma for getting that stuck in my head again.
So crucify the ego, before it's far too late To leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical, And you will come to find that we are all one mind Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable. Just let the light touch you And let the words spill through And let them pass right through Bringing out our hope and reason ... before we pine away.
The Roots - spark
Yo, the feet that I walk with The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with The mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with Now it's time to spark shit
Manu Chao - welcome to tijuana
Welcome to Tijuana Tekila, sexo y marihuana Welcome to Tijuana Con el coyote no hay aduana
The Police - Walking On The Moon
Giant steps are what you take Walking on the moon I hope my legs don't break Walking on the moon We could walk forever Walking on the moon We could live together Walking on, walking on the moon
Ben Harper - With My Own Two Hands
I can change the world With my own two hands Make a better place With my own two hands Make a kinder place Oh- with my Oh- with my own two hands With my own Oh- with my own two hands With my own With my own two hands
Eye on the TV 'cause tragedy thrills me Whatever flavour It happens to be like; Killed by the husband Drowned by the ocean Shot by his own son She used the poison in his tea And kissed him goodbye That's my kinda story It's no fun 'til someone dies
Don't look at me like I am a monster Frown out your one face But with the other Stare like a junkie Into the TV Stare like a zombie While the mother Holds her child Watches him die Hands to the sky crying Why, oh why? 'cause i need to watch things die From a distance
Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies You all need it too, don't lie
The devil and me had a falling out. Violation of contract beyond a shadow of a doubt. Wherever he go, whomever he meet. He got to cross my house on the other side of the street.
And you know that’s the truth. Now here’s the part that the devil sings while he’s hanging his head in a hard rain:
Where I’m headed, I don’t know. Down this path, we all go. Grace and luck, blood from stone. Got nowhere to call my home.
What comes around goes around three-fold or more. Now you can’t get off of that killing floor.
I’m going back to Tennessee, back where I come from. Gonna head back to Beale Street, Beale Street and Oblivion.
The devil and me, bad blood and beef. An undisciplined child, a liar and a thief. It’s a low down shame, we were the best of friends. But I suppose all good things got to come to an end.
What comes around goes around three-fold or more. Now you can’t get off of that killing floor.
I’m going back to Tennessee, back where I come from. Gonna head back to Beale Street, Beale Street and Oblivion. I’m going back to Tennessee, back where I come from. Gonna head back to Beale Street, Beale Street and Oblivion.
