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Post by HoodooOperator on May 18, 2006 9:32:32 GMT -5
Then against my better judgment I went walking out that door. I smiled at one person then I nodded to three more. One man asked me for a dollar, I asked him, "What's it for?" He said, "I have seen them." I said, "O.K., it's yours." And as featured on the MTV, the local high school lets out, And the town becomes anarchy. Parties are crashed, skid marks are measured. The story's in the paper, you may read it at your leisure.
Post by poopzilla33 on Feb 2, 2007 11:55:39 GMT -5
*bump*
Jazzman By: Carole King
Lift me, won't you lift me above the old routine Make it nice, play it clean, Jazzman
When the Jazzman's testifyin' A faithless man believes He can sing you into paradise Or bring you to your knees It's a gospel kind of feelin' A touch of Georgia slide A song of pure revival And a style that's sanctified
Jazzman, take my blues away Make my pain the same as yours With every change you play Jazzman, oh, Jazzman
When the Jazzman's signifyin' And the band is windin' low It's the late night side of morning In the darkness of his soul He can fill a room with sadness As he fills his horn with tears He can cry like a fallen angel When risin' time is near
Jazzman, take my blues away Make my pain the same as yours With every change you play
Oh, lift me, won't you lift me with every turnaround Play it sweetly, take me down, oh, Jazzman
RISE! Like the sun up at the crack of the dawn Like a wakin child in the morning stretchin and yawnin RISE! Like an infant being held in the light Like the smoke from an incense when it's ignited RISE! If you're sleepin won't you open your eyes again The greatest high be that natural high within No need to force the progression just ride the wind You'll know the answer to the where and why and when If you keep workin for your search you will find the end Though at the end you find it only begins again See at the end you'll see it only begins again And everything you learn you're only rememberin
Lovely lady Let me drink you, please I won’t spill a Drop, no I promise you Lying under this Spell you cast on me Each moment The more I Love You
Crush/Dave Mathews Band
And another
Most people think Great God will come from the sky Take away everything And make everybody fell high But if you know what life is worth You will look for yours on earth And now you see the light So stand up for your rights, Jah!
Post by oatmealschnappz on Feb 3, 2007 5:55:40 GMT -5
Dead Kennedys- "Chickensh*t Conformist" from their last Lp "BedTime For Democracy" (the last real "punk" record) 1986:
"Punk's not dead, It just deserves to die When it becomes another stale cartoon. A closed-minded, self-centered social club, Ideas don't matter, it's who you know.
If the music's gotten boring, It's because of the people Who want everyone to sound the same.
Who drives bright people out of our 'so-called' scene 'Til all that's left is just a meaningless fad?
Hardcore formulas are dogsh*t, Change and caring are what's real. Is this a state of mind or just another label.
The joy and hope of an alternative Has become it's own cliche, A hairstyle's not a lifestyle, Imagine Sid Vicious at 35.
Who needs a scene, Scared to love and to feel? Judging everything By loud and fast rules appeal.
Who played last night? "I don't know, I forgot. But diving off the stage was alot of fun!"
So eager to please , Peer pressure decrees. So eager to please, Make the same old mistakes again & again, Chickensh*t conformist like your parents!
What's ripped us apart even more than drugs Are the thieves and the godD*mn liars, Ripping people off when they share their stuff, When someone falls are there any friends?
Harder core than thou for a year or two, Then it's time to get a real job. Others stay home, It's no fun to go out When the gigs are wrecked by gangs and thugs!
When the thugs form bands, look who gets record deals From New York metal labels trying to scam. They sign the most racist, queer-bashing bands they can find To make a buck revving kids up for war!
Walk tall, act small Only as tough as group appeal, Unity is bullsh*t When it's under someone's fat boot!
Where's the common cause, Too many factions safely sulk in their shells, Agree with us on everything, Or they won't help with anything, That kind of attitude just makes a split grow wider.
Guess who's laughing while our world implodes, When we're all cry-babies who fight amongst ourseves?
That farty old rock n' roll attitude's back, It's competition, man, we wanna break big! Who needs friends when the money's good? That's right, the 70s are back!
Cock-Rock metal's like a bad laxative, It just don't move me, you know? The music's okay when theres more ideas than solos, Do we really need the attitude too?
Shredding the skin too quickly to feel, As a fan it disappoints me. Same old stupid sexist lyrics Or is satan all you can think of?
Cross-over's just another word for lack of ideas, Maybe what we need are more trollls under the bridge. Will the metal-heads finally learn something Or will the punks throw away their education?
No one's ever their best Once they believe their own press. Maturing don't mean rehashing mistakes of the past.
The more things change, The more they stay the same. We can't grow if we can't criticize ourselves. The '60s weren't all failure, It's the'70s that sucked! As the clock ticks, we all dig the same hole!
Music scenes aren't real life, They won't get rid of the bomb.... Won't eliminate rape or bring down global banks! Any kind of real change takes more time and more work Than changing channels on a TV set!
So eager to please, Peer pressure decrees. Make the same old mistakes, again and again... Chickensh*t conformist like your parents!"
**No, it's not poetry....but it's a timeless truth. Dig it or don't, it's as relevant now as it was 20 years ago!
Last Edit: Feb 3, 2007 6:01:07 GMT -5 by oatmealschnappz - Back to Top
Post by poopzilla33 on Feb 3, 2007 11:48:29 GMT -5
yeah i'm in love with an android by: say hi to your mom off: feriocious mopes
[glow=red,2,300]Her kisses are metallic and her touch is warm but cold. And I don't think she sleeps at night, but plugs into the wall. And we have a great relationship, based on things that can't be said. And she has a great relationship with her television set.
And, yeah, I'm in love with an android, but so what? Stranger things have happened, stranger things have been loved.
The neighbors are an odd bunch and they're too inquisitive. They don't like heavy metal, or the type she shacks up with. But I swore I'm done with humans and I like to keep my word. And she beeps for me every time it's time to go water the fern
And, yeah, I'm in love with an android, but so what? Stranger things have happened, stranger things have been loved[/glow]
hmm i am a lyrics whore. letssingit.com is overused by me
"you stayed for drama though you paid for a comedy; i know i can be colorful, i know i can be grey. I know this loser's living fortunate cause i know, you will love me either way." -verve pipe, "colorful" (whole song is really pretty imo)
"did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?" -pink floyd, "wish you were here"
"he used to do surgery for girls in the eighties, but gravity always wins. ... she looks like the real thing, she tastes like the real thing, my fake plastic love." -fake plastic trees by radiohead
"Love is all there is, it makes the world go 'round. Love and only love, it can't be denied. No matter what you think about it You just won't be able to do without it. Take a tip from one who's tried." ---bob dylan, threw it all away
on the lyrics topic, there is a guy yelling rap lyrics outside my building. gin and juice, i believe
" To lessen my troubles stopped haning out with vultures and empty saviors like you" Sometimes Salvation- The Black Crowes
"Do you dream to touch me and smile down deep inside or could you just kill me its hard to make up your mind sometimes" Thorn in my pride- The Black Crowes
You might have your reasons but you will never have my rhymes" I'm gonna find another you- John Mayer
"There was a young girl, whose heart was a frown 'Cause she was crippled for life, and she couldn't speak a sound. And she wished and prayed she could stop living, So she decided to die." Castles Made of Sand - Jimi Hendrix
Post by thefussydutchman on Feb 4, 2007 22:19:12 GMT -5
"Take me to the place where you go Where nobody knows if it's night or day But please don't put your life in the hands Of a Rock n Roll band Who'll throw it all away" Don't Look Back In Anger- Oasis
"We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, movie gods, and rock stars. But we wont, and we're slowly learning that fact & we're very, very pissed off......."
I am gross and perverted Im obsessed and deranged I have existed for years But very little had changed I am the tool of the government And industry too For I am destined to rule And regulate you
I may be vile and pernicious But you can't look away I make you think Im delicious With the stuff that I say I am the best you can get Have you guessed me yet? I'm the slime oozin out From your TV set
You will obey me while I lead you And eat the garbage that I feed you Until the day that we dont need you Dont got for help...no one will heed you Your mind is totally controlled It has been stuffed into my mold And you will do as you are told Until the rights to you are sold
Thats right, folks.. Don't touch that dial
Well, I am the slime from your video Oozin along on your living room floor
I am the slime from your video Can't stop the slime, people, look at me go
MTV what have you done to me? Save my soul, set me free Set me free, what have you done to me? I can't breathe, I can't see World war three, when are you coming for me? Been kicking up sparks to set the flames free The windows are locked now, so what'll it be? A house on fire or rise and see? Arcade Fire - Windowill
these thoughts are old let's keep it cold dry lines on me dry history dryology Built To Spill - Made Up Dreams
and the guise to black cats we made a cross when our shadows met and the guise to black cats we made a pact when our shadows passed through sparrow black wind a dead crow calls out to its wings I’m getting weaker I’m getting thin I hate how obvious I have been Songs: Ohia - Black Crow
Black sheep boy, blue-eyed charmer, head hanging with horns from your father.
Oh, in a cold little mirror you were grown, by a black little wind you were blown, alone, alone, alone.
Cold smile on your lips, you shake and shiver. Some animal sips where the river flows from a black little crack in a stone. To a crackle in a radio song, sing along, sing along, sing along. Okkervil River - In A Radio Song
Post by jambandjohn on Feb 6, 2007 21:13:42 GMT -5
Now I’m stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store Just like the ones we made before ‘ Cept this one came from Singapore I guess we can’t make it here anymore
Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin Or the shape of their eyes or the shape I’m in Should I hate ‘em for having our jobs today No I hate the men sent the jobs away I can see them all now, they haunt my dreams All lily white and squeaky clean They’ve never known want, they’ll never know need Their sh!t don’t stink and their kids won’t bleed Their kids won’t bleed in their damn little war And we can’t make it here anymore
Will work for food will die for oil Will kill for power and to us the spoils The billionaires get to pay less tax The working poor get to fall through the cracks So let ‘em eat jellybeans let ‘em eat cake Let ‘em eat sh!t, whatever it takes They can join the Air Force, or join the Corps If they can’t make it here anymore
So that’s how it is, that’s what we got If the president wants to admit it or not You can read it in the paper, read it on the wall Hear it on the wind if you’re listening at all Get out of that limo, look us in the eye Call us on the cell phone tell us all why
Post by poopzilla33 on May 1, 2007 20:31:48 GMT -5
White people are so scared of black people. They bulldoze out to the country, and put up houses on little loop-d-loop streets. And while America gets its heart cut right out of its chest The Berlin wall still runs down main street separating east side from west. And nothing is stirring, not even a mouse, in the boarded up stores and the broken down houses So they hang colorful banners off all the street lamps Just to prove they got no manners, no mercy, and no sense. And I wonder then what it will take for my city to rise. First we admit our mistakes and then we open our eyes. The ghost of old buildings are haunting parking lots in the city of good neighbors that history forgot. I remember the first time I saw someone lying on the cold street I thought, "I can't just walk past you, this can't just be true." But I learned by example to just keep moving my feet. It's amazing the things that we all learn to do. So we're led by denial like lambs to the slaughter Serving empires of style and carbonated sugar water and the old farmroad's a four-lane That leads to the mall and my dreams are all guillotines waiting to fall And I wonder then what it will take for my country to rise. First we admit our mistakes and then we open our eyes. 'til nation's last taker succumbs to one last dumb decision And America the beautiful is just one big subdivision.
You know......it's scary that this song was released in 1999, it is as current today as it was then....
Testify....RATM The movie ran through me The Glamour subdue me The tabloid untie me I'm empty please fill me Mister anchor assures me That Baghdad is burning Your voice it is so soothing That cunning mantra of killing I need you, my witness To dress this up so bloodless To numb me and purge me now Of thoughts of blaming you. Yes the car is our wheelchair My witness, your coughing Oily silence mocks the legless Boys who travel now in coffins
On the corner (corner) The jury's sleepless (sleepless) We found your weakness (weakness) And it's right outside your door
Now testify Now testify It's right outside your door Now testify Yes testify It's right outside your door
With precision you feed me My witness, I'm hungry Your temple, it calms me So I can carry on. My slaving, sweating, The skin right off my bones. On a bed of fire I'm choking On the smoke that fills my home. The wrecking ball is rushing Witness, your blushing. The pipeline is gushing, While here we lie in tombs.
While on the corner (corner) The jury's sleepless (sleepless) We found your weakness (weakness) And its right outside your door
Now testify Yeah testify Its right outside your door Now Testify Now Testify And its right outside your door
Mass graves for the pump when the price is set, and the price is set Mass graves for the pump when the price is set, and the price is set Mass graves for the pump when the price is set, and the price is set Mass graves for the pump when the price is set, and the price is set
Who controls the past now, controls the future Who controls the present now, controls the past Who controls the past now, controls the future Who controls the present now?
Now Testify Testify It's right outside your door Now Testify Testify It's right outside your door
Post by hippiehippieshake on May 1, 2007 21:42:52 GMT -5
poopzilla33 said:
*bump*
Jazzman By: Carole King
Lift me, won't you lift me above the old routine Make it nice, play it clean, Jazzman
When the Jazzman's testifyin' A faithless man believes He can sing you into paradise Or bring you to your knees It's a gospel kind of feelin' A touch of Georgia slide A song of pure revival And a style that's sanctified
Jazzman, take my blues away Make my pain the same as yours With every change you play Jazzman, oh, Jazzman
When the Jazzman's signifyin' And the band is windin' low It's the late night side of morning In the darkness of his soul He can fill a room with sadness As he fills his horn with tears He can cry like a fallen angel When risin' time is near
Jazzman, take my blues away Make my pain the same as yours With every change you play
Oh, lift me, won't you lift me with every turnaround Play it sweetly, take me down, oh, Jazzman
good call with jazz man. anyone see the ooold episode of the simpsons where lisa sings this and plays it on sax? pivotal moment for me in the first grade
i'm going where the sun keeps shining, thru' the pouring rain, going where the weather suits my clothes. backing off of the north east wind, sailing on summer breeze, and skipping over the ocean like a stone.
i'm going where the sun keeps shining, thru' the pouring rain, going where the weather suits my clothes. backing off of the north east wind, sailing on summer breeze, and skipping over the ocean like a stone.
(pretty self-explanatory) "It's hard to percieve my mind is at ease It's hard to believe I don't feel a thing Am I wrong to feel such bliss that ain't real? Can I keep it from taking over me?
Fell into this moment Now the chemical is taking the inside right out of me I found a mountain of pure endless energy, I keep telling myself it's not reality
Now I'm seeing, now I'm seeing That the world around me's not changing Wish there was a place that I could keep I tried to walk away but I can't
What? What's inside my brain? What's breaking me down? What's inside this raging chemical?
Now it's time for me to rest with ease Now it's time to allow my mind relief But I can't stop this feeling that I need... Can I keep it from taking over me?
Forget all the regrets As I indulge myself with every breath of this moment Knowing I can't taste the beauty of life again Without a chemical flowing through my head"
"chemical" - no one ----- (this song has helped me immensely through getting over past relationships & being patient in waiting for new ones)
"Numb and broken, here I stand alone Wondering what were the last words I said to you Hoping, praying, that I'll find a way to turn back time Can I turn back time?
What would I give to behold the smile, the face of love? You never left me, the rising sun will always speak your name
It won't be long, we'll meet again, your memory is never passing It won't be long, we'll meet again, my love for you is ever-lasting
Maybe I'll throw myself to the dogs, but my back's not to the wall Maybe I'll lay some bricks for the man, but the days just aren't that long So if I settle back and chill will I see far enough to feel the angel's dream? I thought it was the Story of the World!
"Woke up, fell out of bed, Dragged a comb across my head Found my way downstairs and drank a cup, And looking up I noticed I was late. Found my coat and grabbed my hat Made the bus in seconds flat Found my way upstairs and had a smoke, And somebody spoke and I went into a dream..."
i'm going where the sun keeps shining, thru' the pouring rain, going where the weather suits my clothes. backing off of the north east wind, sailing on summer breeze, and skipping over the ocean like a stone.
You're number eight. Your name is Jane, with black hair, braids, and black lines around your eyes... Shades to hide your habit. I don't know your age, though you guessed mine... My sign. Your sign! The opening line is always just the same. The same intention, destination. You and me and rainbows. Loaded guns attract. We know the rules, we don't react. We wait in hope, we don't expect - You and me and rainbows. Down here everything is fine. We have a straw, we have a line. We have a bag, a rock, a mountain with a string of shepherds driving lions. Aiming skewers at the sheep... face down, asleep in onion fields. The frying fields. The worms... they peep through holes which once were eyes. They thrive... they bake although we painted out the sky and the sun. There's only thunder, and you and me and shadows. Let's hide out in the lay-by, let the time fly by. Tonight's disguise - a car crash with our wheels like shattered stars, our dashboard charred. Our windscreen... a graveyard for the flies (we're fast!) The hungry flies are circling, mourning as the watchers squat with cameras, cakes and flasks. They're spying, spitting as the blue light flashes, axes swing. We're broken wings, but still we'll fly and we'll reach our destination - you and me and rainbows. And if we turn the lights down low and watch the sky cry through the window... Will I watch your fingers grow and stretch like butterflies? The shadows flexing, licking toes, and blinding as slowly sun sets on the same old hill. The same red glow. We're quite alone - just you and me and rainbows. Everything I own is in the corner of your room. It's covered with a sheet just like it died - but I will take a broom. I'll sweep it new again, arrange it... Oh, I'll grow a dozen hands. No I never will neglect my world again. I'm safe beneath my blanket. Call it home... For you. For me... and rainbows Loaded guns attract We know the rules, we don't react We wait in hope We don't expect Just you and me and rainbows Looking down
Since my forum name is for Zack de la Rocha, I feel obliged to post some of his lyrical brilliance:
Uh! Got no card so I got not soul Life is prison, no parole, no control
Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a library Line up to tha mind cemetary now What we don't know keeps tha contracts alive an movin' They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove 'em While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells Rally round tha family, pockets full of shells
Word is born Fight the war, fuck the norm Now I got no patience So sick of complacence With the D the E the F the I the A the N the C the E Mind of a revolutionary So clear the lane The finger to the land of the chains What? The land of the free? Whoever told you that is your enemy?
So called facts are fraud They want us to allege and pledge And bow down to their God Lost the culture, the culture lost Spun our minds and through time Ignorance has taken over Yo, we gotta take the power back! Bam! Here's the plan Motherfuck Uncle Sam Step back, I know who I am Raise up your ear, I'll drop the style and clear It's the beats and the lyrics they fear The rage is relentless We need a movement with a quickness You are the witness of change And to counteract We gotta take the power back
The present curriculum I put my fist in 'em Eurocentric every last one of 'em See right through the red, white and blue disguise With lecture I puncture the structure of lies Installed in our minds and attempting To hold us back We've got to take it back Holes in our spirit causin' tears and fears One-sided stories for years and years and years I'm inferior? Who's inferior? Yeah, we need to check the interior Of the system that cares about only one culture And that is why We gotta take the power back
If ignorance is bliss, then knock the smile off my face
Thats all for now, I don't want to take up too much space.
My Tantric faves that have very personal meanings to me at the moment:
Falling Away
How did we let our lives get over jaded We are not the ones who asked to stay related
Why do I feel like I always fall through Sometimes I feel like I just wanna be you Now that I know that it's harder to be true I realize that I´ve got to believe you
And it is so hard to see That it's never enough, never enough Anyway
How can I start the day without a destiny How can I live again, you got the best of me And I've tried just to feel it from another state And it keeps on falling & falling away........
Awake
This is how I entertain my mind This is how to take the blindfold off to find What I see an image of my life Then awake to find that everything was fine.
What if the life we knew wasn´t dead It has only been forgotten cuz we fought & lost again I am tired of always stumbling through it That's not the way to be.......
Before
Can you ever imagine what it's like To see every day But through a hopeless set of eyes Can you ever feel the want inside It's all up to you You've got to find out what you believe in over time....
Mourning
I'm wishing all the best for you And now I'll say goodbye ´Cause all the s*** that we've been through Put wisdom in my eyes So walk away, don´t turn around ´Cause I won't be standing here ´Cause all the lies I've been living through Are becoming very clear And beauty thus becomes
In the mourning I could see the signs No wonder I could never keep you satisfied In the mourning I can see inside Myself & all the things that you were trying to hide............
And just a postscript....I love at the end of Awake....for any of you that have it....too funny...such a Bonnaroo moment
Post by MickStPeter on May 2, 2007 22:27:45 GMT -5
i won't pretend to understand the movement of the wind or the waves out in the ocean or how like the hours i change softly slowly plainly blindly oh me oh my! Clap Your Hands Say Yeah- The Skin of My Yellow Country teeth
The Earth looks better from a star That's right above from where you are Neutral Milk Hotel- Holland, 1945
heads down thumbs up two sips from the cup of human kindness and im shit faced, just laid to waste so wait here, wait up stock tips from the credit checks come next in the logic's line halt on that dime if you've got will and a little time use it tonight, tonight you had to send a wrecking crew after me i cant walk right phantom of the heart four beats from the parting lungs and mind since i was a child just grew there wild so heads down thumbs up four beats from soft and get set to exercise your right use it tonight if theres a choice between a chance and flight choose it tonight, tonight New Pornographers- Use It
Why pamper life's complexity When the leather runs smooth On the passenger seat The Smiths- This Charming Man
"Big Bottom, Big Bottom, Talk About Mud-Flaps, My Girl's Got 'Em!" -Spinal Tap
You cant jsut post part of a SPinal Tap song.
The bigger the cushion, the sweeter the pushin That's what I said. The looser the waistband, the deeper the quicksand Or so I have read. My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo. I love to sink her with my pink torpedo.
Big bottom Big bottom Talk about bum cakes, My gal's got 'em. Big bottom, Drive me out of my mind. How can I leave this behind?
I saw her on monday, twas my lucky bun day You know what I mean. I love her each weekday, each velvety cheekday You know what I mean. My love gun's loaded and she's in my sights Big game's waiting there inside her tights
Big bottom Big bottom Talk about mud flaps My gal's got 'em. Big bottom Drive me out of my mind. How can I leave this behind?
Post by MickStPeter on May 15, 2007 12:35:06 GMT -5
This makes me happy... so I must put it up here
Thou shalt not steal if there is direct victim. Thou shalt not worship pop idols or follow lost prophets. Thou shalt not take the names of Johnny Cash, Joe Strummer, Johnny Hartman, Desmond Decker, Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix or Syd Barret in vain. Thou shalt not think any male over the age of 30 that plays with a child that is not their own is a paedophile - Some people are just nice. Thou shalt not read NME. Thall shalt not stop likin' a band just 'cause they’ve b'come popular. Thou shalt not question Stephen Fry. Thou shalt not judge a book by its cover. Thou shalt not judge Lethal Weapon by Danny Glover. Thall shalt not buy Coca-Cola products. Thou shalt not buy Nestle products. Thou shalt not go into the woods with your boyfriend’s best friend, take drugs and cheat on him. Thou shalt not fall in love so easily. Thou shalt not use poetry, art or music to get into girls’ pants - Use it to get into their heads. Thou shalt not watch Hollyoaks. Thou shalt not attend an open mic and leave as soon as you done your shitty little poem or song you self-righteous prick. Thou shalt not return to the same club or bar week in, week out just ’cause you once saw a girl there that you fancied but you’re never gonna fucking talk to.
Thou shalt not put musicians and recording artists on ridiculous pedestals no matter how great they are or were. The Beatles - Were just a band. Led Zepplin - Just a band. The Beach Boys - Just a band. The Sex Pistols - Just a band. The Clash - Just a band. Crass - Just a band. Minor Threat - Just a band. The Cure - Were just a band. The Smiths - Just a band. Nirvana - Just a band. The Pixies - Just a band. Oasis - Just a band. Radiohead - They're just a band. Bloc Party - Just a band. The Arctic Monkeys - Just a band. The Next Big Thing - JUST A BAND.
Thou shalt give equal worth to tragedies that occur in non-english speaking countries as to those that occur in english speaking countries. Thou shalt remember that guns, bitches and bling were never part of the four elements and never will be. Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music, thou shalt not make repetitive generic music, thou shalt not make repetitive generic music, thou shalt not make repetitive generic music. Thou shalt not pimp my ride. Thou shalt not scream if you wanna go faster. Thou shalt not move to the sound of the wickedness. Thou shalt not make some noise for Detroit. When I say “Hey” thou shalt not say “Ho”. When I say “Hip” thou shalt not say “Hop”. When I say, he say, she say, we say, make some noise - kill me.
[Ah, forgot where I was, hang on]
Thou shalt not quote me happy. Thou shalt not shake it like a polaroid picture. Thou shalt not wish your girlfriend was a freak like me. Thou shalt spell the word “Pheonix” P-H-E-O-N-I-X not P-H-O-E-N-I-X, regardless of what the Oxford English Dictionary tells you. Thou shalt not express your shock at the fact that Sharon got off with Brad at the club last night by saying “Is it.” Thou shalt think for yourselves.
One Love! One Heart! Let's get together and feel all right. Hear the children cryin' (One Love!); Hear the children cryin' (One Heart!), Sayin': give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right; Sayin': let's get together and feel all right. Wo wo-wo wo-wo!
Let them all pass all their dirty remarks (One Love!); There is one question I'd really love to ask (One Heart!): Is there a place for the hopeless sinner, Who has hurt all mankind just to save his own beliefs?
One Love! What about the one heart? One Heart! What about? Let's get together and feel all right As it was in the beginning (One Love!); So shall it be in the end (One Heart!), All right! Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right; Let's get together and feel all right. One more thing!
Let's get together to fight this Holy Armagiddyon (One Love!), So when the Man comes there will be no, no doom (One Song!). Have pity on those whose chances grows t'inner; There ain't no hiding place from the Father of Creation.
Sayin': One Love! What about the One Heart? (One Heart!) What about the? Let's get together and feel all right. I'm pleadin' to mankind! (One Love!); Oh, Lord! (One Heart) Wo-ooh!
Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right; Let's get together and feel all right. Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right; Let's get together and feel all right.
- "One Love" by Bob Marley (My all-time favorite song)
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