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  • 2 weeks later...

to each their own with the adagio for strings, both versions are excellent.... the dance one is just so uplifting methinks

 

Alice in chains - Got Me Wrong

 

Yeh, it goes away

All of this and more of nothing in my life

No color clay

Individuality not safe

 

As of now I bet you got me wrong

So unsure you run from something strong

 

I cant let go

Threadbare tapestry unwinding slow

Feel a tortured brain

Show your belly like you want me to

 

As of now I bet you got me wrong

So unsure you run from something strong

 

I havent felt like this in so long

Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love

That dont last forever

Somethings gotta turn out right

 

You sugar taste

Sweetness doesnt often touch my face

Stay if you please

You may not be here when I leave

 

As of now I bet you got me wrong

So unsure we reach for something strong

 

I havent felt like this in so long

Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love

Strong, I havent felt like this in so long

Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love

T hat dont last forever

Somethings gotta turn out right

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Little Birdy- Baby Blue.

 

Am I too young for you, babe

Am I too stupid to see

When I get home to see you

I rush after your charms

 

Its naughty, to be here

 

And my love song for you, babe

Is it all that you propose

Then I'm lyin on top of you

Wait I can not see

 

Its naughty to be here

Its naughty...

 

But I can't say that I love you anymore

I just wanna make you happy

Just living for today

Baby Blue I'm yours

But I only wish it was my plan

Change the wild love song

To the one you hate

 

Is it all that your waiting for

Patience and you'll see

That in too long you'll be alone

You let me go

 

Its naughty to be here

Its naughty...

 

But I can't say that I love you anymore

I just wanna make you happy

Just living for today

Baby Blue I'm yours

But I only wish it was my plan

Change the wild love song

To the one you hate

[Repeat x1]

 

Its naughty to be here

Its naughty...

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Nine Inch Nails - Survivalism

 

I should have listened to her

So hard to keep control

We kept on eating but

Our bloated belly's still not full

She gave us all she had but

We went and took some more

Can't seem to shut her legs

Our mother nature is a whore

 

I got my propaganda

I got revisionism

I got my violence

In hi-def ultra-realism

All a part of this great nation

I got my fist

I got my plan

I got survivalism

 

Hypnotic sound of sirens

Echoing through the street

The cocking of the rifles

The marching of the feet

You see your world on fire

Don't try to act surprised

We did just what you told us

Lost our faith along the way and found ourselves believing your lies

 

I got my propaganda

I got revisionism

I got my violence

In hi-def ultra-realism

All a part of this great nation

I got my fist

I got my plan

I got survivalism

 

All bruised and broken, bleeding

She asked to take my hand

I turned, just keep on walking

But you'd do the same thing in the circumstance

I'm sure you'll understand

 

I got my propaganda

I got revisionism

I got my violence

In hi-def ultra-realism

All a part of this great nation

I got my fist

I got my plan

I got survivalism

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Tom Waits - Misery Is The River Of The World

 

The higher that the monkey can climb

The more he shows his tail

Call no man happy 'til he dies

There's no milk at the bottom of the pail

 

God builds a church

The devil builds a chapel

Like the thistles that are growing

'Round the trunk of a tree

All the good in the world

You can put inside a thimble

And still have room for you and me

 

If there's one thing you can say about Mankind

There's nothing kind about man

You can drive out nature with a pitch fork

But it always comes roaring back again

 

Misery's the river of the world

Misery's the river of the world

Misery's the river of the world

 

The higher that the monkey can climb

The more he shows his tail

Call no man happy till he dies

There's no milk at the bottom of the pail

 

God tempers all the winds for the new shorn lambs

The devil knows the bible like the back of his hand

All the good in the world

You can put inside a thimble

And still have room for you and me

 

If there's one thing you can say about Mankind

There's nothing kind about man

You can drive out nature with a pitch fork

But it always comes roaring back again

 

For want of a bird

The sky was lost

For want of a nail

A shoe was lost

For want of a life

A knife was lost

For want of a toy

A child was lost

 

And misery's the river of the world

Misery's the river of the world

Everybody row, everybody row

Misery's the river of the world

Misery's the river of the world

Misery's the river of the world

Everybody row, everybody row

Everybody row, everybody row

Misery's the river of the world

Misery's the river of the world

Everybody row, everybody row

Everybody row, everybody row

Everybody row

Misery's the river of the world

Misery's the river of the world

Misery's the river of the world

Misery's the river of the world

Everybody row, everybody row

Everybody row

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i cant get "DJ Khaled (featuring uh, Rick Ross, gay-ass Akon, Fat Joe, Lil Wayne, who knows who else) - Were taking over" out of my head. Its miami's lineup with slightly better lyrics than usual (wayne of course being the exception, his shit was weak) but its covered up by a good beat. if there was more like this, id really support a few of these guys.

 

Anyway, its a better anthemn for my city than what will smith left us with.

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Apathy - 1,000 grams

 

"Three, two, one, contact!"

 

[Chorus] (x4)

"Representin' like what"

"1,000 grams of uncut to the gut"

 

[Verse 1]

I'm the type that'll keep my Nikes extra white

Like seein' God's girls in fluorescent light

Plug camcorder cords in electrical fixtures

Take sensual kisses with identical sisters

(And they better give up the ass) Celibate bitches

Are gettin' held under water like developin' pictures

Incredible spittin', got your skeleton twitchin'

Your head'll be twistin' like a demonic medical condition

'Till you vomit and your body is liftin' off of the bed

In position of a crucifixion with your arms spread (You're all dead)

I'm hip-hop's apocalypse, let up and Ap claims the crown

Faggots, step up your rap game

Suckas get shook from shoves, chick checks

You're a bitch, you'll be cleanin' my kicks with Windex

I'm a gigolo, get a ho bitch that's rich

Or a little thick chick in a 626

I'm consistent, you know when Ap spits it's sick

Yeah, you're different...more like a chick with a dick

I'm a Pisces, addicted to girls, clothes, and Nikes

Material and spiritual, both worlds excite me

Flows fracture foes' flak jackets and rip fabric

A rap addict badder than you backpack faggots

Ap's a beast, the cake's like crack on streets

You swear that you deep, but you can't rap on beat, bitch

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse 2]

Stop the muthafuckin' pressure 'fore the pipes all burst, the mic's don't work

The blows that I throw lift you right off Earth

You'll get...clocked in the face and rocket through space

Shout out your hood, watch your whole block get erased

A superhuman supersoldier, hotter than a supernova

Money multiplies like ??? with Super Soakers

A true rap addict, y'all don't never want static, homey

You'll be at home gettin' that homeopathic

Listen...I don't care if you Christian, Muslim or Catholic

God got a whole iPod filled with Ap's shit

Y'all came for cream but get very little

'Cause Ap reign supreme, y'all barely drizzle

Metaphysical, still count cheddar better than digital

Money machines runnin' the scenes, summon the fiends, I'm lovin' it though

Makin' an abundance of dough

Runnin' the show, pumpin' blow 'till I'm numb in the soul

A child from the 80's era, you couldn't paint it clearer

Grew up with moms snortin' cocaine off a mirror

Those are all the little things that make me me

Couldn't focus my brain and blamed A.D.D.

On the contrary, Ap is like mental level

Hence the mental state rate grows exponential

But, if y'all wanna brawl, better call Paul Wall

To fix all them teeth Ap knocked outta your jaw, punk

 

[Chorus]

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Yeah I love this song... Columbian music rocks.

 

I especially love to sing this song while I'm drunk (brings back memories from La Covacha...)

Any other hispanics on the board like me?

well anyway the song is basically about a man who was about to marry a woman... but he finds out she cheated on him... he says he aint no "santo Cachon". (Cachos means horns, She put the horns on him...)

 

anyway, enjoy some hispanic music and their crazy video making... I know it's not half as cool as some of youse celtic irish music... but gotta rep some hispanidad here!!!

 

El Santo Cachon!

 

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