the division of joy

English Summer Rain - Placebo (i really cant get enough of them lately) Always stays the same, nothing ever changes, English summer rain seems to last for ages. Always stays the same, nothing ever changes, English summer rain seems to last for ages. I'm in the basement, you're in the sky, I'm in the basement baby, drop on by. I'm in the basement, you're in the sky, I'm in the basement baby, drop on by. Always stays the same, nothing ever changes, English summer rain seems to last for ages. Always stays the same, nothing ever changes, English summer rain seems to last for ages. I'm in the basement, you're in the sky, I'm in the basement baby, drop on by. I'm in the basement, you're in the sky, I'm in the basement baby, drop on by. Hold your breath and count to ten, And fall apart and start again, Hold your breath and count to ten, Start again, start again... Hold your breath and count your step, And fall apart and start again, Start again... [x13] Always stays the same, nothing ever changes, English summer rain seems to last for ages. Always stays the same, nothing ever changes, English summer rain seems to last for ages. Hold your breath and count to ten, And fall apart and start again, hold your breath and count to ten, Start again, start again... Hold your breath and count to ten, And fall apart and start again, Old your breath and count to ten, And start again, and start again, Start again... [x16]

that good eh? guess im downloading series 5 then... thanks for the reccomendation dude...

ill have a look on demonoid and ill get back to ya about it, cheers, and i can only imagine what forest is like, that man just brings intensity to any part he plays

Im not sure, but i was reading on tivocommunity.com that series seven is on the schedule, whether this is true or not i am not exactly sure, as for me... ive seen up to series three before it was pulled over here... i would love to get some of the stuff on dvd but it didnt catch off here as id liked

Nobou Uematsu - One Winged Angel (advent children version) nothing beats the sound of an orchestra and some screeching guitars at the same time... considering the original one winged angel is one of my favorite orchestral/choir pieces, to mix it with guitar is just fuckin awesome

pearl jam's new album is terrible

hahha, you win

bauer meets star trek

i dunno who she is, but she's cute

94.3 percent... nearly there.... you may see me disappear for a week or so....

i like him but it can be hard to get into at times, depending on my mood really... and do you like the ghost dog film....

the Rza is easily the best of the whole lot, mostly because of his work on ghost dog; the way of the samurai... he's one of the few members that didnt really go off and rap about themselves after their dissolution...

Napalm · Pour some gas into an old bowl, or some kind of container. · Get some styrofoam and put it in the gas, until the gas won't eat anymore. You should have a sticky syrup. · Put it on the end of something (don't touch it!!). The unused stuff lasts a long time!

nas is excellent... i love i can, the piano motif going through it is pretty great too

ive plenty of jedi mind tricks, but ive only a few rass kass songs, but the lyrics are amazing.... im into any decent hip hop... mainstream stuff pisses me off because theyre singing about their over inflated ego half the time and bling bitches and rims the next minute... no substance at all really

i know it, love the song... you like jedi mind tricks or rass kass?

possibly one of the best rap songs ever by one of the best rap groups ever Dance with the devil - immortal technique [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

Nine Inch Nails - hurt i hurt myself today to see if i still feel i focus on the pain the only thing that's real the needle tears a hole the old familiar sting try to kill it all away but i remember everything what have i become? my sweetest friend everyone i know goes away in the end you could have it all my empire of dirt i will let you down i will make you hurt i wear my crown of shit on my liar's chair full of broken thoughts i cannot repair beneath the stain of time the feeling disappears you are someone else i am still right here what have i become? my sweetest friend everyone i know goes away in the end you could have it all my empire of dirt i will let you down i will make you hurt if i could start again a million miles away i would keep myself i would find a way

Tennis Ball Bomb Ingredients: · Strike anywhere matches · A tennis ball · A nice sharp knife · Duct tape Break a ton of matchheads off. Then cut a SMALL hole in the tennis ball. Stuff all of the matchheads into the ball, until you can't fit any more in. Then tape over it with duct tape. Make sure it is real nice and tight! Then, when you see a geek walking down the street, give it a good throw. He will have a blast!!

one of the best live acts... period

Stereophonics - Mr Writer You line them up, look at your shoes, You hang names on your wall, then you shoot them all, You fly around in planes that bring you down, to meet me, Who loves you? like me crashing to the ground, Are you so lonely? you don't even know me, But you'd like to stone me, Mr. Writer, why don't you tell it like it is? Why don't you tell it like it really is? Before you go on home, I used to treat you right, give you my time, But when I turned my back on you, Then you do what you do, You've just enough, in my own view, education to perform, I'd like to shoot you all, And then you go home, with you on your own, What do you really know? Mr. Writer, why don't you tell it like it is? Why don't you tell it like it really is? Before you go on home, And then you go home, with you on your own, What do you even know? Mr. Writer, why don't you tell it like it is? Why don't you tell it like it really is? Before you go on home, Mr. Writer, why don't you tell it like it really is? Why don't you tell it like it always is? Before you go on home. Mr. Writer, why don't you tell it like it really is? Why don't you tell it like it always is? Before you go on home.

Queens of the stone age.... Mosquito Song I know, I know the sun is hot Mosquitos come suck your blood Leave you there All alone just skin and bone When you walk among the trees Listening to the leaves The further I go the less I know The less I know Where will you run? Where will you hide? Lullabies To paralyze Fat and soft, pink and weak Foot and thigh, tongue and cheek You know I'm told they swallow you whole Skin and bone Cutting boards and hanging hooks Bloody knives, cooking books Promising you won't feel a thing At all Swallow and chew Eat you alive All of us food that hasn't died And the light says Somehow they pick and pluck Tenderize bone to dust The sweetest grease, finest meat you'll ever taste Taste, taste So you scream, whine, and yell Supple sounds of dinner bells We all will feed the worms and trees So don't be shy Swallow and chew Eat you alive All of us food that hasn't died

haha i didnt know that, i havent played any PoP games since that.... i miss the hell out of that game

the original prince of persia on the atari was the shit.... i love that game so fuckin much...