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New blood joins this earth And quickly he's subdued Through constant pained disgrace The young boy learns their rules With time the child draws in This whipping boy done wrong Deprived of all his thoughts The young man struggles on and on he's known A vow unto his own That never from this day His will they'll take away Chorus What i've felt What i've known Never shined through in what i've shown Never be Never see Won't see what might have been What i've felt What i've known Never shined through in what i've shown Never free Never me So i dub thee UNFORGIVEN They dedicate their lives To running all of his He tries to please then all This bitter man he is Throughout his life the same He's battled constantly This fight he cannot win A tired man they see no longer cares The old man then prepares To die regretfully That old man here is me Chorus You labeled me I'll label you So i dub thee UNFORGIVEN
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This is a fairly new one, i'm not into rap music myself but my younger brother is and he played this for me a while ago. It's a true story of the guy who is rapping and the words are powerful and shocking.
[Verse 1] I once knew a nigga whose real name was William his primary concern, was making a million being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen he used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen nigga never had a father and his mom was a feen she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober her sons heart simultaneously grew colder he started hanging out selling bags in the projects checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects he was fascinated by material objects but he understood money never bought respect he build a reputation cause he could hustle and steal but got locked once it didn't hesitate to squeal so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal I dont project my insurecurity's at other people he feeded for props like addicts with pipes and needles so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil a fever minded young man with infinite potetial the product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed [Hook] Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences you propably only did a month for minor offences ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced dance forever with the devil on a code cell block but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot [Verse 2] So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew starting fights over little shit, up on the block stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock working overtime for making money for the crack spot hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine for filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain tired of the block niggaz treating him the same he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love they told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club but only a real thug can stab someone till they die standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes Billy realized that these men were well guarded and they wanted to test him, before business started suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted so now he had a choice between going back to his life or making money with made men, up in the cife his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three [Hook] [Verse 3] They drove around the projects slow while it was raining smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home and so they quietly got out the car and followed her walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw so Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around the shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clouts so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently and then they all proceeded to rape her violently Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew he thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head (Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep) I'm falling and I can't turn back I'm falling and I can't turn back [Verse 4] Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life he thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover but what he saw made him start the cringine studder cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate his corruption had succesfully changed his fate and he remembered how his mom used to come home late working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth and crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared but only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows and every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know the devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted and you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never because the dance with the devil might last you forever |
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12-02-2009, 09:45 PM
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system of a down - boom
I've been walking through your streets Where all your moneys are earned Where all your buildings crying And clueless neckties working Revolving fake-lawn houses Housing all your fears Desensitized by TV Overbearing advertising God of consumerism And all your crooked pictures looking good Mirrorism, filtering information for the public eye Designed for profiteering Your neighbor, what a guy. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Every time you drop the bomb, you kill the god your child has born- BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Modern globalization Coupled with condemnations Unnecessary death Matador corporations Puppeting your frustrations with a blinded flag Manufacturing consent is the name of the game The bottom line is money Nobody gives a FUCK Four thousand hungry children leave us per hour from starvation While billions are spent on bombs Creating death showers BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Every time you drop the bomb, you kill the god your child has born- BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom! Why must we kill our own kind? BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Every time you drop the bomb, you kill the god your child has born. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom! Every time you drop the [BOOM!] same song, video created by someone else but good |
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13-02-2009, 02:12 AM
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some more aussie hip hop. Hilltop Hoods - Illusionary Lines.
Most successful independant hip hop group in australia. much truth in this song Verse One – Pressure I once had time on my hands, but now handling time, Is coping with this life cycle and the mandatory grind, My sanity’s fine, just falling short of stamina I’m, Searching for some food for thought to feed this famine of mind, And when I’m stagnant I rhyme, it helps the night turn to day, I churn my way through this nine to five and urban decay, Believe me it’s bleak, and though the city’s breaths in its sleep, It’s just a paddock, ain’t no where a shepherds leading these sheep, Now most prefer it covered up lie than the truth naked, The truth is ugly like cellulite; please don’t publicly parade it, I hate it but to escape it would be luck on fluke, I feel like I’m a dope beat but I’m stuck on loop, But that’s my life cycle; freedom means everything to me, And face value’s got us believing everything we see, So if our eyes tell us lies the truth is we’re blind, So keep on walking straight and narrow down illusionary lines. Verse Two – Pressure I once had respect for this game, but now this game of respect, Is sold to the highest bidder with some fame and a cheque, Now any layman can get respect without breaking his neck, Paying dues, time these crews started paying some debt, It ain’t lights and cameras, personalities on set, Distorting realities in their context, With no originality concepts, Who gives a fuck about a salary; this ain’t a popularity contest, Cos hip hop ain’t faking for ends, Hip-hop ain’t fading with trends, It ain’t rich kids playing with pens, It ain’t the clothes on your back, or the label on them, It’s where you’re at, so I say it again, It’s just my life cycle; music means everything to me, It’s just a fashion show, nah; don’t believe everything you see, Cos if our eyes tell us lies the truth is we’re blind, So keep on walking straight and narrow down illusionary lines. Verse Three – Pressure That’s just my life cycle, nothing matters but setting me free, Because my freedom and hip hop be meaning everything to me, Now face values and fashions empower everything we be, Believing everything we hear, and everything we see, So if our eyes tell us lies, then we usually find, Our visions cluttered by this scutter so the truth is we’re blind, It’s just poison food for thought for these dillusionary minds, So stop walking straight and narrow down illusionary lines. |
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13-02-2009, 09:23 PM
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It's life's illusions that I recall
Well, it's not actualy NWO song, but it's nice and insightfull. I think it's also on DI's page. She did also write lyrics of Woodstock that jolinemaria mentioned.
Joni Mitchell Both sides now Rows and floes of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons evrywhere Ive looked at clouds that way But now they only I really dont know clouds a block the sun They rain and snow on evryone So many things I would have done But clouds got in my way Ive looked at clouds from both sides now From up and down, and still somehow Its cloud illusions I recallt all Moons and junes and ferris wheels The dizzy dancing way you feel As evry fairy tale comes real Ive looked at love that way But now its just another show You leave em laughing when you go And if you care, dont let them know Dont give yourself away Ive looked at love from both sides now From give and take, and still somehow Its loves illusions I recall I really dont know love at all Tears and fears and feeling proud To say I love you right out loud Dreams and schemes and circus crowds Ive looked at life that way But now old friends are acting strange They shake their heads, they say I've changed Well somethings lost, but somethings gained In living every day Ive looked at life from both sides now From win and lose and still somehow Its lifes illusions I recall I really dont know life at all Ive looked at life from both sides now From up and down, and still somehow Its lifes illusions I recall I really dont know life at all
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Songs from the Bulworth Album....
BULWORTH CD ORIGINAL 1998
PUBLIC ENEMY - KILL EM LIVE Verse 1: Chuck D All I wanna do is get paid back for all that time I spent in the back Livin in shacks, fillin up sacks of cotton Now it's what we fought, you're makin six packs There's some got our hope out of control of my soul, pass the Ol' Gold Behold the pale horse, Supreme Court Sweatin niggas like sports Hunt a nigga for sport See a nigga play sports, no support On the outside lookin in If that's what's up then I ain't never been in style then Everything is anything, anything is upbeat of nothing Once again, poisoned from the paper and pen You better defend that bullshit on the other end Fuck your own thing, if your own thing's the wrong thing Fuck dem chicken wings Last able man standing Follow what? I ain't understanding What's better to understand then be misunderstood? Cos the FBI is up to no good Power to the peeps who come with their own drum And don't end up like sheep (*Kill!*) (*Kill Em Live!*) *repeat x3* Verse 2: Chuck D Mad heads confused by the isms Bustin caps incoginisms Phone taps, makin sure they record ya >From my midnight plane to Georgia, uhh Ancient to ???? player The life giver, the name take-awayer Propaganda can't gasp the last man standing Assassinate all the plannin Get wreck, what you see is what you get To plunder more stars than Trek 21st Century Robin Hood I guess the politics are robbin hoods Fuck the Government cos you know that I would Cos the FBI is up to no good Power to the peeps who come with their own drum And don't end up like sheep (*Kill!*) (*Kill Em Live!*) *repeat x5* Verse 3: Chuck D Be a bitch is a foreign crime Engine, Engine Number 9 Engineerin monopolies, triggers and uninsured jalopy's Catchin more lock than companies Engineerin opinion and policies Herd following like sheep Following of the sheep will be sheep based on what they heard from their peeps, uhh Able to straddle quick beats without a battle Politician assassinated Rappers get shot, quote Chris Rock 'To have, to have not' is the question Yes, them 'have nots' be robots All the sheeps have forgot The 'haves' keep the 'have nots' guessin under them Smith Wessuns (*Kill!*) (*Kill Em Live!*) *repeat x7* -------------------------------------------------- BULWORTH --------------------------------------------------- HOW COME Theres more if you listen to the album, not to mention the comment printed on the original issue CDs jacket... . |
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17-02-2009, 07:42 AM
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EMINEM LYRICS "Mosh" I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America And to the Republic for which it stands One nation under God Indivisible with liberty and justice for all... It feels so good to be back.. I scrutinize every word, memorize every line I spit it once, refuel, re-energize and rewind I give sight to the blind, my insight through the mind I exercise my right to express when I feel it's time It's just all in your mind, what you interpret it as I say to fight, you take it as I'mma whip someone's ass If you don't understand, don't even bother to ask A father who has grown up with a fatherless past Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon that has Or at least shows no difficulty multi-task And in juggling both perhaps mastered his craft Slash entrepreneur who has helped launch a few more rap acts Who's had a few obstacles thrown his way through the last half Of his career typical manure moving past that Mr. kisses ass crack, he's a class act Rubber band man, yea he just snaps back [Chorus:] Come along follow me as I lead through the darkness As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed Carry on, give me hope, give me strength Come with me and I won't steer you wrong Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog To the light at the end of the tunnel We gonna fight, we gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march Through the swamp, we gonna mosh through the marsh Take us right through the doors (c'mon) All the people up top on the side and the middle Come together lets all bomb and swamp just a little Just let it gradually build from the front to the back All you can see is a sea of people some white and some black Don't matter what color, all that matters we gathered together To celebrate for the same cause don't matter the weather If it rains let it rain, yea the wetter the better They ain't gonna stop us they can't, we stronger now more than ever They tell us no we say yea, they tell us stop we say go Rebel with a rebel yell, raise hell we gonna let em know Stomp, push, shove, mush, Fuck Bush, until they bring our troops home (c'mon) [Chorus] Imagine it pouring, it's raining down on us Mosh pits outside the oval office Someone's tryina tell us something, Maybe this is God just sayin' we're responsible For this monster, this coward, That we have empowered This is Bin Laden, look at his head noddin' How could we allow something like this without pumping our fists Now this is our final hour Let me be the voice in your strength and your choice Let me simplify the rhyme just to amplify the noise Try to amplify the times it, and multiply by six... Teen million people, Are equal at this high pitch Maybe we can reach alqueda through my speech Let the president answer a higher anarchy Strap him with an Ak-47, let him go, fight his own war Let him impress daddy that way No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil No more psychological warfare, to trick us to thinking that we ain't loyal If we don't serve our own country, we're patronizing a hero Look in his eyes its all lies The stars and stripes, they've been swiped, washed out and wiped And replaced with his own face, Mosh now or die If I get sniped tonight you know why, Cause I told you to fight. [Chorus] And as we proceed, To Mosh through this desert storm, In these closing statements, if they should argue Let us beg to differ As we set aside our differences And assemble our own army To disarm this Weapon of Mass Destruction That we call our President, for the present And Mosh for the future of our next generation To speak and be heard Mr. President, Mr. Senator Do you guy's hear us...hear us...[laughing] (Hailie) |
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BLACK EYED PEAS....."WHERE IS THE LOVE"
What's wrong with the world, mama People livin' like they ain't got no mamas I think the whole world addicted to the drama Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism But we still got terrorists here livin' In the USA, the big CIA The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK But if you only have love for your own race Then you only leave space to discriminate And to discriminate only generates hate And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah Madness is what you demonstrate And that's exactly how anger works and operates Man, you gotta have love just to set it straight Take control of your mind and meditate Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all People killin', people dyin' Children hurt and hear them cryin' Can you practice what you preach Would you turn the other cheek Father, Father, Father help us Send some guidance from above 'Cause people got me, got me questionin' Where is the love (Love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love The love, the love It just ain't the same, always unchanged New days are strange, is the world insane If love and peace is so strong Why are there pieces of love that don't belong Nations droppin' bombs Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones With ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong In this world that we livin' in people keep on givin' In Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother A war is goin' on but the reason's undercover The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug If you never know truth then you never know love Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know) Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know) Where's the love, y'all People killin', people dyin' Children hurt and hear them cryin' Can you practice what you preach Would you turn the other cheek Father, Father, Father help us Send some guidance from above 'Cause people got me, got me questionin' Where is the love (Love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love The love, the love I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder As I'm gettin' older, y'all, people gets colder Most of us only care about money makin' Selfishness got us followin' the wrong direction Wrong information always shown by the media Negative images is the main criteria Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema Yo', whatever happened to the values of humanity Whatever happened to the fairness in equality Instead in spreading love we spreading animosity Lack of understanding, leading lives away from unity That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' under That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down There's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under Gotta keep my faith alive til love is found Now ask yourself Where is the love Where is the love Where is the love Father, Father, Father help us Send some guidance from above 'Cause people got me, got me questionin' Where is the love (Love) Sing with me y'all That's all we got( one love,one love) That's all we got( one love,one love) That's all we got( one love,one love) That's all we got( one love,one love) And somthins wrong with it(yeah)and somthins wrong with it(yeah) And somthins wrong with the wuh wuh world uhh That's all we got( one love,one love) That's all we got( one love,one love) |
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18-02-2009, 04:12 PM
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Mother by Danzig
Mother Tell your children not to walk my way Tell your children not to hear my words What they mean What they say Mother Mother Can you keep them in the dark for life Can you hide them from the waiting world Oh mother Father Gonna take you daughter out tonight Gonna show her my world Oh father Not about to see your light But if you wanna find hell with me I can show you what its like Till your bleeding Not about to see your light And if you wanna find hell with me I can show you what its Mother Tell your children not to hold my hand Tell your children not to undesrstand Oh mother Father Do you wanna bang heads with me Do you wanna feel evrything Oh father Not about to see your light And if you wanna find hell with me I can show you what its like Till your bleeding Not about to see your light And if you wanna find hell with me I can show you what its Yea Not about to see your light But if you wanna find hell with me I can show you what its like Till your bleeding Not about to see your light And if you wanna find hell with me I can show you what its like Mother Yea
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Pink Floyd - Welcome To The Machine
Welcome, my son, welcome to the machine. Where have you been? It's alright, we know where you've been. You've been in the pipeline, filling in time, provided with toys and 'Scouting for Boys'. You bought a guitar to punish your ma, and you didn't like school, and you know you're nobody's fool, so welcome to the machine. Welcome, my son, welcome to the machine. What did you dream? It's alright, we told you what to dream. You dreamed of a big star, he played a mean guitar, he always ate in the Steak Bar, he loved to drive in his Jaguar. So welcome to the machine. |
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Alan Parsons - Eye In The Sky.
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Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying. Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the fool's gold mouthpiece The hollow horn plays wasted words Proves to warn That he not busy being born Is busy dying. Temptation's page flies out the door You follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar You feel to moan but unlike before You discover That you'd just be One more person crying. So don't fear if you hear A foreign sound to your ear It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing. As some warn victory, some downfall Private reasons great or small Can be seen in the eyes of those that call To make all that should be killed to crawl While others say don't hate nothing at all Except hatred. Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their mark Made everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far That not much Is really sacred. While preachers preach of evil fates Teachers teach that knowledge waits Can lead to hundred-dollar plates Goodness hides behind its gates But even the president of the United States Sometimes must have To stand naked. An' though the rules of the road have been lodged It's only people's games that you got to dodge And it's alright, Ma, I can make it. Advertising signs that con you Into thinking you're the one That can do what's never been done That can win what's never been won Meantime life outside goes on All around you. You lose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fear Alone you stand with nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks They really found you. A question in your nerves is lit Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy Insure you not to quit To keep it in your mind and not fergit That it is not he or she or them or it That you belong to. Although the masters make the rules For the wise men and the fools I got nothing, Ma, to live up to. For them that must obey authority That they do not respect in any degree Who despise their jobs, their destinies Speak jealously of them that are free Cultivate their flowers to be Nothing more than something They invest in. While some on principles baptized To strict party platform ties Social clubs in drag disguise Outsiders they can freely criticize Tell nothing except who to idolize And then say God bless him. While one who sings with his tongue on fire Gargles in the rat race choir Bent out of shape from society's pliers Cares not to come up any higher But rather get you down in the hole That he's in. But I mean no harm nor put fault On anyone that lives in a vault But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him. Old lady judges watch people in pairs Limited in sex, they dare To push fake morals, insult and stare While money doesn't talk, it swears Obscenity, who really cares Propaganda, all is phony. While them that defend what they cannot see With a killer's pride, security It blows the minds most bitterly For them that think death's honesty Won't fall upon them naturally Life sometimes Must get lonely. My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards False gods, I scuff At pettiness which plays so rough Walk upside-down inside handcuffs Kick my legs to crash it off Say okay, I have had enough What else can you show me? And if my thought-dreams could be seen They'd probably put my head in a guillotine But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only. |
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Its not a true story. It's an urban myth. Its full of great dramatic effect though. It captures people imagination and sends a chill down their spine. If it manages to save one soul it has served its purpose though.
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Beautiful song by tina turner, I'm quite sure it's about the nwo. The film it is from is called the thunderdome, which I believe is a metaphor and another word for the earth in it's current negative state.
Out of the ruins Out from the wreckage Can't make the same mistake this time We are the children The last generation We are the ones they left behind And i wonder when we are ever gonna change it Living under the fear till nothing else remains We don't need another hero We don't need to know the way home All we want is life beyond the thunderdome Looking for something we can rely on There's got to be something better out there Love and compassion, their day is coming All else are castles built in the air And i wonder when we are ever gonna change it Living under the fear till nothing else remains All the children say We don't need another hero We don't need to know the way home All we want is life beyond the thunderdome What do we do with our lives We leave only a mark Will our story shine like a life Or end in the dark Give it all or nothing
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I have found many songs that touch on the NWO and other themes, but I tihnk in a lot of cases the songwriter is drawing from the greater collective consciousness of the world, and from a particular polarity of it. Bjork, for example, has a lot of hope and intervention of Gaia herself in her music (Earth Intruders for a recent example). Seal, too (future love paradise). One song I really like is Peter Gabriel's end credit song from Wall-E,
One must humble oneself to be truly exalted. "Down to Earth" Did you think that your feet had been bound By what gravity brings to the ground? Did you feel you were tricked By the future you picked? Well come on down All these rules don't apply When you're high in the sky So come on down Come on down We're coming down to the ground There's no better place to go We've got snow upon the mountains We've got rivers down below We're coming down to the ground To hear the birds sing in the trees And the land will be looked after Send the seeds out in the breeze Did you think you'd escaped from routine By changing the script and the scene? Despite all you made of it you're always afraid of the change You've got a lot on your chest Well you can come as my guest So come on down Come on down We're coming down to the ground There's no better place to go We've got snow upon the mountains We've got rivers down below We're coming down to the ground We'll hear the birds sing in the trees And the land will be looked after Send the seeds out in the breeze Like the fish in the ocean We felt at home in the sea We learned to live off the good land We learned to climb up a tree then we got up on two legs But we wanted to fly When we messed up our homeland and set sail for the sky We're coming down to the ground There's no better place to go We've got snow upon the mountains We got rivers down below We're coming down to the ground We'll hear the birds sing in the trees And the land will be looked after send the seeds out in the breeze We're coming down Comin' down to earth Like babies at birth Comin' down to earth Redefine your priorities These are extraordinary qualities We're coming down to the ground There's no better place to go We've got snow upon the mountains We've got rivers down below We're coming down to the ground We'll hear the birds sing in the trees And the land will be looked after Send the seeds out in the breeze We're coming down to the ground There's no better place to go We've got snow upon the mountains We've got rivers down below We're coming down to the ground We'll hear the birds sing in the trees And the land will be looked after Send the seeds out in the breeze
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KOSMOS (Paul Weller Movement) Life's complexities trouble your rise As you attempt to ascend into the high Is there nowhere else left to run But to the Kosmos - men gaze - to look for heaven Flying high - never come down Flying high - don't know how to come down Take a ride into the soon Be the first one on the moon Take a slide, come back to earth It's to the Kosmos - men dare - to look for something Flying high - never come down Flying high - don't know how to come down No time to spare - Destiny is here No time to lose - better if we choose Less time to share - people stop and stare To look for hope above the clouds - to look for heaven A world away, a million light years That's how far destruction seems Now our dreams are sad, slow creatures Dying to know - who am I? What am I? Where am I to go? (I love that line I've made bold   )
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Joni Mitchell Big Yellow Taxi
They paved paradise And put up a parking lot With a pink hotel, a boutique And a swinging hot spot Dont it always seem to go That you dont know what youve got Till its gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot They took all the trees Put em in a tree museum And they charged the people A dollar and a half just to see em Dont it always seem to go That you dont know what youve got Till its gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot Hey farmer farmer Put away that d.d.t. now Give me spots on my apples But leave me the birds and the bees Please! Dont it always seem to go That you dont know what youve got Till its gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot Late last night I heard the screen door slam And a big yellow taxi Took away my old man Dont it always seem to go That you dont know what youve got Till its gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot |
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Subterranean homesick blues Bob Dylan
Johnnys in the basement Mixing up the medicine Im on the pavement Thinking about the government The man in the trench coat Badge out, laid off Says hes got a bad cough Wants to get it paid off Look out kid Its somethin you did God knows when But youre doin it again You better duck down the alley way Lookin for a new friend The man in the coon-skin cap In the big pen Wants eleven dollar bills You only got ten Maggie comes fleet foot Face full of black soot Talkin that the heat put Plants in the bed but The phones tapped anyway Maggie says that many say They must bust in early may Orders from the d. a. Look out kid Dont matter what you did Walk on your tip toes Dont try no doz Better stay away from those That carry around a fire hose Keep a clean nose Watch the plain clothes You dont need a weather man To know which way the wind blows Get sick, get well Hang around a ink well Ring bell, hard to tell If anything is goin to sell Try hard, get barred Get back, write braille Get jailed, jump bail Join the army, if you fail Look out kid Youre gonna get hit But losers, cheaters Six-time users Hang around the theaters Girl by the whirlpool Lookin for a new fool Dont follow leaders Watch the parkin meters Ah get born, keep warm Short pants, romance, learn to dance Get dressed, get blessed Try to be a success Please her, please him, buy gifts Dont steal, dont lift Twenty years of schoolin And they put you on the day shift Look out kid They keep it all hid Better jump down a manhole Light yourself a candle Dont wear sandals Try to avoid the scandals Dont wanna be a bum You better chew gum The pump dont work cause the vandals took the handles |
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Lauryn Hill - War In the Mind/Freedom Time from MTV Unplugged 2.0 Live (A great album about awakening) [Singing Chorus] Everybody knows that they've guilty Everybody knows that they've lied Everybody knows that they've guilty Resting on their conscience eating their inside It's freedom, said it's freedom time now It's freedom, said it's freedom time now Time to get free, oh give us (?) It's freedom, said it's freedom time [First and only verse] Yo, there's a war in the mind, over territory For the dominion Who will dominate the opinion Skisms and isms, keepin' us in forms of religion Conformin' our vision To the world churches decision Trapped in a section Submitted to commiting election Moral infection Epedemic lies and deception Insurrection Of the highest possible order Destortin' our tape recorders From here and like under water Beyond the borders Fond of sin and disorder Bound by the strategy It's systematic deprivaty Heavy as gravity Head first in the cavity Without a bottom A faith, worse than Saddam Once got him Drunk of the spirits Truth comes, we can't hear it When you've been, programmed to fear it I had a vision I was fallin' in indescision Apollin', callin' religion Some program on television How can, dime and the wisdom Be recognized in the system Of Anti-Christ, the majority rules Intelligent fools PhD's in illusion Masters of massconfusion Bacholors in past illusion Now who you choosin' The head, the tail The bloodshed of male More confidence in the tale Conference is in Yale Discussin' Docum and Bale Causin' people to fail Keepin' the third in jail His word is nale Everything to the tree Severing all of me from all that I used to be (?) and void Totally paranoid Enjoy darkness as the Lord Keepin' me from the sword Block for mercy Bitter than (?) Hungry and thirsty For good meat we would eat And still, dined at the table of deceit How incomplete From confrontation to retreat We prolong the true enemies defeat Death to the ascendancy Causin' desperation to get the best of me Punishment 'til there was nothing left of me Realizin' the unescapable death of me No options in the valley of decision The only doctrine, supernatural circumcision Inwardly, only war that can purge the heart From words that fire redarts Thrown by the workers of the arts Iniquity, shapen in There'e no escapin' when You're whole philosophy is paper thin In vanity The wide road is insanity Could it be all of humanity Picture that Scripture that The origin of a man's heart is black How can we show up for An invisible war Preoccupied with a shadow, makin' love with a whore Achin' in sores Babylon, the great mystery Mother of human history System of social sorcery Our present condition Needs serious recognition Where there's no repentance there can be no remission And that sentence, more serious than Vietnam The atom bomb is Saddam and Minister Farakkhan What's goin' on, what's the priority to you What authority do we do When the majority hasn't a clue We majored in curses Search the chapters, check the verses Recapture the land Remove the mark from off of our hands So we can stand In agreement with his command Everything else is damned Let them what is understand Everything else is damned, let them what is understand [Singing Chorus] It's freedom, said it's freedom time now It's freedom, said it's freedom time now It's freedom, I'ma be who I am It's freedom time, said it's freedom time Everybody knows that they've lied Everybody knows that they've perpetrated inside Everybody knows that they've guilty, yes Resting on their conscience eating their insides Get free, be who you're suppost to be Freedom, said it's freedom time now Freedom, said it's freedom time Freedom, freedom time now
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