posted December 17, 2007 12:16 PM              

me too.
I rarely think on it,
but occasionally when it strikes me,
there's a surreal feeling I cannot put in to words.
Was I there, drifting
by...or in the dream,
held within my self?

posted December 17, 2007 12:19 PM              

To lead a better life, I need my love to be here

Here, making each day of the year
Changing my life with a wave of her hand
Nobody can deny that there’s something there

There, running my hands through her hair
Both of us thinking how good it can be
Someone is speaking but she doesn’t know he’s there

I want her everywhere
And if she’s beside me I know I need never care
But to love her is to meet her everywhere
Knowing that love is to share
Each one believing that love never dies
Watching her eyes and hoping I’m always there

I want her everywhere
And if she’s beside me I know I need never care
But to love her is to meet her everywhere
Knowing that love is to share
Each one believing that love never dies
Watching her eyes and hoping I’m always there

To be there and everywhere
Here, there and everywhere

posted December 17, 2007 04:26 PM              

quote:

---

Was I there, drifting
by...or in the dream,
held within my self?

---

posted December 18, 2007 12:16 PM              

I could never die again
I would lose another friend

This will mean me to me
I could never have a seam
It's a neverending dream
I will always wanna flee

If I'm me you'll never know
everything I ever know -
Free!!!!!!!!!!!
Ahhh-aahhh, aahhh-aahhhh,
you know you're right!!!

At least we'll be in love again
Guess I'll never have a fan

She will see another me,
When I'm through I'll meditate
Guess I know I'll medicate,
Guess I'll fall and medicate

Just another opiate
But for me its here to stay-
A ring!!!!!!
Ahhh-aahhh, aahhh-aahhhh,
you know you're right!!!"

posted December 18, 2007 12:51 PM              

LED ZEPPELIN

"That's The Way"

I don't know how I'm gonna tell you, I can't play with you no more,
I don't know how I'm gonna do what mama told me, My friend, the boy next door.
I can't believe what people saying, You're gonna let your hair hang down,
I'm satisfied to sit here working all day long, You're in the darker side of town.

And when I'm out I see you walking, Why don't your eyes see me,
Could it be you've found another game to play, What did mama say to me.

*That's The Way, Oh, That's The Way it ought to be,
Yeah, yeah, mama say That's The Way it ought to stay.

And yesterday I saw you standing by the river,
And weren't those tears that filled your eyes,
And all the fish that lay in dirty water dying,
Had they got you hypnotized?

And yesterday I saw you kissing tiny flowers,
But all that lives is born to die.
And so I say to you that nothing really matters,
And all you do is stand and cry.

I don't know what to say about it,
When all you ears have turned away,
But now's the time to look and look again at what you see,
Is that the way it ought to stay?

That's the way... That's the way it oughtta be
Oh don't you know now, Mama said.. that's the way it's gonna stay, yeah.

posted December 18, 2007 02:21 PM            

______________________________________
There There by Radiohead

in pitch dark i go walking in your landscape.
broken branches trip me as i speak.
just because you feel it doesnt mean it's there.
just because you feel it doesnt mean it's there.

there's always a siren
singing you to shipwreck.
(don't reach out, don't reach out)
steer away from these rocks
we'd be a walking disaster.
(don't reach out, don't reach out)

just because you feel it doesn't mean it's there.
(there's someone on your shoulder)
just because you feel it doesn't mean it's there.
(there's someone on your shoulder)

there there

why so green and lonely?
heaven sent you to me.

we are accidents
waiting waiting to happen.

posted December 18, 2007 03:44 PM              

I can't afford to breathe in this town
Nowhere to sit without a gun in my hand
Look back up to the cathode ray...
I'm better off dead
I'm better off dead
I'm better off...

Prove yourself
Prove yourself
Prove yourself

I wanna breathe I wanna grow
I'd say I want it but I don't know how
I work I bleed I beg I pray

I'm better off dead
I'm better off dead
I'm better off...

Prove yourself
Prove yourself
Prove yourself

I'm better off dead
I'm better off dead
I'm better off...

Prove yourself..

posted December 18, 2007 03:45 PM              

Picture me tryin' to prove myself
Like I'm convinced a shot of vodka would improve my health
Or move my wealth to seven-hundred-and-four figures
Got more niggas tryin' to hate on my flow than Rah Digga
Bigger balls than last year, I'm cocky as ever
And more fly than a box of Czechoslovakian sweaters
When I hop in the Jetta
I put my CD on blast
If you don't like me nigga **** you, kiss my ass
I ain't got nothin' to prove, so you can beat it
Niggas heated when I breathe on the mic, I'm so conceited
I give a **** if you don't like what I'm rappin'
Go back to your rims, your grills, your pills, your ice and your trappin'
Y'all ignorant niggas, y'all need help
Don't you know my track record? Man it speaks for itself
I kept the best beats for myself
My instrumentals out of reach on the shelf
You can't touch me

I don't need to prove myself
I don't need to prove myself

How many times must I tell ya?
Catering to everyone turns you to a failure
That's why I don't get mad when they say that I'm wack
Or hate on my tracks, talkin' all that **** in my ear, yeah
Get off my dick and tell your ***** to come here
The first cat to drop an album and get rich in one year
Got more status in my pinky than Patricia Romer'
In her whole career
Charismatic with a capital K
The Smooth Kriminal is back to put the wackness to shame
It didn't have to happen this way
But I got sick of niggas rappin' the same
You need practice mayne
I'm in a class of my own
The rap game's George Thorogood, I'm +Bad To The Bone+
I'm glad to be home, quit talkin' all that trash on the phone
Don't call me with that ******** , you can rap to the tone
Holla

I don't need to prove myself
I don't need to prove myself

I give a **** who you battled against
Underground/mainstream, yo I straddle the fence
When I step up to the mic, all the kids say "wow"
I'll bet you're probably gonna want me on your mixtape now
It's great how a dude tries to do his own thing
Tries to spread his own wings then a diss breaks out
First album that I dropped was a classic
Took it to the radio and then they tried to trash it
Callin' me a lame but really I'm the last sick
Nigga with a habit of kickin' niggas ***** quick
And I don't really give a **** about who's tough
You'd figure that the lyrics that I'm spittin' would be proof enough
But no; if I ain't talkin' 'bout 'caine-sniffin'
Wood grain-grippin', lane-switchin', bangin' the fifth
Then I ain't really sayin' **** or D. Swain is a *****
But I ain't changin' what I spit until D. Swain is richer than you
The **** I gotta listen to you for?
You niggas swear you're too hardcore, I'm havin' fun with this ****

posted December 18, 2007 03:55 PM              

His pretty music brings me back
childhood days...
remember?

Story

Leader Of The Band

Leader Of The BandAn only child
Alone and wild
A cabinet maker's son
His hands were meant
For different work
And his heart was known
To none --
He left his home
And went his lone
And solitary way
And he gave to me
A gift I know I never
can repay
A quiet man of music
Denied a simpler fate
He tried to be a soldier once
But his music wouldn't wait
He earned his love
Through discipline
A thundering, velvet hand
His gentle means of sculpting souls
Took me years to understand.
The leader of the band is tired
And his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through
My instrument
And his song is in my soul --
My life has been a poor attempt
To imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy
To the leader of the band.
My brothers' lives were
different
For they heard another call
One went to Chicago
And the other to St. Paul
And I'm in Colorado
When I'm not in some hotel
Living out this life I've chose
And come to know so well.
I thank you for the music
And your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom
When it came my time to go --
I thank you for the kindness
And the times when you got tough
And, pap, I don't think I
Said 'I love you' near enough --
The leader of the band is tired
And his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through
My instrument
And his song is in my soul --
My life has been a poor attempt
To imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy
To the leader of the band
I am the living legacy
To the leader of the band.

posted December 18, 2007 04:03 PM              

Poetry in the Streets http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WzV3xbqfR-I

(Necro)
Uh
Peep the killer ****
Death murder rap ****
*****
Check it

The press runs to tape-record the bloody mess
Documentation so the human race can study death
They'll reach you through your TV speaker
They'll feature a creature that will beat you to death if he could meet you
You're executed when you’re electrocuted
Who's responsible for a homeless man that's dead and smells putrid
We murdered your natural flesh after being thrown in a river
You will be frozen forever into a statue of death
A grasshopper in the lab dead
Stabbed in the head
Knives are like the hands of a crab
Jabbing your flab till you wrapped them and bled
Throw you off a building
Killing off your children
Drilling' holes in your corpse till you're spilling the color vermilion
We'll split your brains
I'll slit your vein
The impact of a bat cracked across your back is like getting hit by a train
I'll stick a fang in your blood bank
Then strangle my shangle bangle you like the triangle piece of bangle
I think my **** 's too brutal for most
I might be the only one capable of digesting the dose
You won't survive a screwdriver driven inside your throat
Choke on blood and saliva another conniver croaks

CHORUS:
It's poetry in the streets of the big apple
And a vitality found in few other places
But look beneath the surface of the city
And you shall uncover a seething cesspool of human emotions
Gone sour
A planet with nightmares that become reality
Witness the brutality
There's poetry in the streets of the big apple
You get tackled
And grappled to the floor, white slaved up and shackled

I spit on your grave, **** in your mouth, and **** on your face
Grind you into slop meat and serve you to your friends
We're moving bad taste
Another brutal shooting rampage
Turning humans to ashtrays
Groupies to crack slaves
And boobies that lactate,
Squirting mad milk, I never have guilt
I have krill's, I'll have you **** killed
In front of your mom and your dads grill
Splattering both of them
With pieces of your exploding head
Brain fragments staining' clothing red
I make you love the pain, it hurts
We make music for drug addict pieces of **** that love the dirt
It's psychological
I'm like having a rifle shot at you
We're not the type that smile at you
We're the type to body you
Slit your throat with a broken bottle
Pieces of jagged glass stabbing' you through your ******* eyeballs
Have you swallowing cyanide screaming die ******
Watch it kill your physical first, next your minds lost
Leave you in the funeral home you make a fine corpse
Got you splattered across the walls when my nine talks!
Murder you execution style like a crime boss
Travel through time and terminate you like a cyborg
My mentality's grind core

-----------------------------------

Bury You With Satan
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KxS_9nznM1w

(Yo yo)
Bury you with satan
(Peep the death rap)
Bury you with satan
Death is in your future

Im gettin outrageous on you, pullin razors on you
Blazin on you, twelve gauges on you
Amazin the ways I print your veins on you
Ill warn you I'll bring euthanasia upon you
On some shocking asia ****
Split your face and spit on your corpse, you're a goner
Wrapped stabbed flesh juxed quick and grab your neck
Bludgeon you bloody, buddy you stupid what's after death?
You must be after gettin half your body cut in half
and after the aftermath of the bloodbath I'll have my laughter
You stupid ***** 'll catch crew cuts
A chainsaw'll take the top of your brain off
Stabbin the two nuts of a Ku Klux - with scalpels
My rap'll leave you shackled
My rap is like crack inside a capsule
I'll shove an axe in you where your axel
Your main point your midsection where your ribs are flexin
Infested with injections you can't get rid of the infection
Kid you're destined for the death
Dead walkin, flesh exertin
Walkin through the streets dressed - being a corpse is next
Make a mistake a blade'll take ya life away
Leave you decayed inside a lake and break your neck down to your spinal blade
The gore **** I kick is sick cause I'm a bitter kid
I'll stick and vic you *****
RIP you to pieces - pick you out a ditch
Go devour dick you coward
Catch a thousand hits around your skull
You won't get yourself know it bitin our ****
Niggas know who did it - kid you did it
Kickin it like you bit it - you never lived it
Kick in his head til it splitted
Open and liquid soakin a hemoglobin ocean
You're a victim, you're no one
I see him scopin - I choke him

(Hook) x4
Bury you with satan
Bury you with satan
Death is in your future

You're in for it
My sins are horrid explore it - cause death is torrid
You'll be dead for it - endure it
Morbid cold like Nordic
The hydrochloric - pour it
Onto your arm, it's awesome watch it melt the skin right off it
Right to the bone - forfeit
I offer you morphine and a chance to escape a coffin
Enter my auction
Become a slave I got nuns depraved
Under my cave I got a hundred ways to murder all of you ****
I'm ambitious for leavin you in stitches
I won't give up hope, seeing you hang from a rope - achieve my goal
Let the meat cleaver unfold
You traveled a great distance
And you still ain't sadistic - wait for assistance
You'll hate your own existance
Persistance overcomes resistance
When I persist to bash my fist in your face from instinct

---------------------------------------------

Most Sadistic http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fib1QHpFF4w

Necro speaking:{Yo, yo, yo, check this **** ***** ,
for all you slime buckets, all over the land, peep it}

dancin on your grave like Borishnikov,
I'll rip you off,
leave you in the desert 'til the voltures strip your corpse,
then rape your ****** ' wife, until my dick is soft
'til the flesh is pealin' off,
I'm a devil consealed in cloth,
walk, walk or get stabbed with a fork,
you got a hole in your stomach,
yo plug it up with a cork, you dork,
lots of blood loss, red cross,
couldn't help your dead boss cut his head off,
brutal, sadistic, the only way,
I'll be remembered, after I'm dismemebered,
and my bones decay, a rap legend,
feel the aggressionary session,
my inventions of tention and powerful progression,
it's time, for sick rhymes, lunatic lines,
hit your mind like in someones strict-nine,
for all the shells, clips and glocks,
you step to me with a weapon,
you'll be reppin' your click in a box

posted December 18, 2007 04:18 PM              

Gory Days

uh
Check it

(Hook x1)
Gory Days
You might get stabbed in your heart
Gory Days
Get the butcher knife and tear you apart
Gory Days
You better finish what you start
Gory Daaaaaays

When we bludgeon you'll get your brain laced
You're bein hands on erased
We'll punch you in the same place
Til we break our hands on your face
You crack your head first
Whatever I get - you get worse
I got a busted lip
You got stitches in a hospital bed hearse
This ain't a playfight
You'll get beaten in broad daylight
People watchin me kid but I ain't got no stage fright
No cops in sight
You're gettin cracked through the side
And if there's more beef
We'll find you and put bombs under your ride*
The struggle to live - corrupt
Because too many kicks will pummel your ribs
When you're outnumbered by six
And no ones jumpin in to dead it
Wit me and my peeps swingin hatchets and axes
You think they wanna get hit?
All OGs know the code of the street
Mind your own biz, never go to police - that's how it is
I live Scarface scenes
I live Pulp Fiction scenes
Life is one big movie on the screen

(2 Hooks with variation)
Gory Days
You might get stabbed in your heart
Gory Days
Get a butcher knife and tear you apart
Gory Days
You better finish what you start
Gory Daaaaaays
(Bitches)
Gory Days
You might get stabbed in your heart
Gory Days
Get a machete and tear you apart
Gory Days
You better finish what you start
Gory Daaaaaays
(I hope you die)

posted December 19, 2007 01:05 AM              

Wu Tang - Protect Ya Neck

posted December 19, 2007 04:47 PM              

NEIL YOUNG

You know I lose,
you know I win
You know I call for
the shape I'm in.
It's just a game you
see me play,
Only real in the way
That I feel
from day to day.

Although the answer
is not unknown,
I'm searchin', searchin',
and how I've grown.
It's not all right
to say goodbye,
And the world on a string
Doesn't mean a thing.

No, the world on a string
Doesn't mean a thing.
It's only real in the way
That I feel from day to day.
No, the world on a string
Doesn't mean a thing.

_____________________________

"I've Loved Her So Long"

She's a victim of her senses
Do you know her?
Can you see her in the distance
As she tumbles by?
Veteran of a race
that should be over
Can you hear her sigh?
With wings to fly
She rolls along
Doing it wrong.

Oh, I've loved her so long
Oh, I've loved her so long
There's a place that I know
We could go
get away for a while
I can bring her the peace
That she needs
Give her reason to smile.

Oh, I've loved her so long

posted December 20, 2007 07:49 PM            

Lord, please don't forsake me
In my Mercedes Benz
All the riches and the ruins
Now we all know how that story ends

Strange apparition
Haunting my brain
Standing on the last legs
Of a dream that walked away

When the Lord rings my front door
And asks me what I got to show
Besides the dust in my pockets
And the things that just eat away my soul

Strange apparition
Haunting my brain
There's some ashes
Of a dream that got cremated

The least I had to lose from
Is the most I seem to care
Anything should make you happy
Nothing could make you scared

posted December 23, 2007 06:33 PM              

Im not aware of too many things
I know what I know, if you know what I mean
Philosophy is the talk on a cereal box
Religion is the smile on a dog
Im not aware of too many things
I know what I know, if you know what I mean, d-doo yeah

Choke me in the shallow waters
Before I get too deep

What I am is what I am
Are you what you are or what?
What I am is what I am
Are you what you are or

Oh, Im not aware of too many things
I know what I know, if you know what I mean
Philosophy is a walk on the slippery rocks
Religion is a light in the fog
Im not aware of too many things
I know what I know, if you know what I mean, d-doo yeah

Choke me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep

What I am is what I am
Are you what you are or what?
What I am is what I am
Are you what you are or what?

What I am is what I am
Are you what you are or what?
What I am is what I am
Are you what you are or what you are and

What I am is what I am
Are you what you are or what?

Dont let me get too deep
Dont let me get too deep
Dont let me get too deep
Dont let me get too deep

Choke me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
Choke me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep

Choke me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
Choke me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep