“Me And A Gun”
5am
Friday morning
Thursday night
Far from sleep
I’m still up and driving
Can’t go home
obviously
So I’ll just change direction
Cause they’ll soon know where I live
And I wanna liveGot a full tank and some chips
It was me and a gun
And a man on my back
And I sang “holy holy” as he buttoned down his pants
You can laugh
It’s kind of funny things you think
at times like these
Like I haven’t seen Barbados
So I must get out of thisYes I wore a slinky red thing
Does that mean I should spread
For you, your friends your father, Mr. EdMe and a gun
and a man
On my back
But I haven’t seen Barbados
So I must get out of this
Yes I wore a slinky red thing
Does that mean I should spread
For you, your friends your father, Mr. Ed
And I know what this means
Me and Jesus a few years back
Used to hang and he said
“It’s your choice babe just remember
I don’t think you’ll be back in 3 days time
So you choose well”
Tell me what’s right
Is it my right to be on my stomach
of Fred’s SevilleMe and a gun
and a man
On my back
But I haven’t seen Barbados
So I must get out of thisAnd do you know Carolina
Where the biscuits are soft and sweet
These things go through you head
When there’s a man on your back
And you’re pushed flat on your stomach
It’s not a classic cadillacMe and a gun
and a man
On my back
But I haven’t seen Barbados
So I must get out of this
Short Change Hero - Big Heavy
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she’s like the the weather
can’t hold her together
born from dark water
daughter of the rain and snow
Florence & the Machine - Landscape
(via narcissablacks)
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Cult Of Luna - Leave Me Here
Out of a secret longing
They know their way from here
Out of a growing dream
They follow the road we create
I see what I’ve cut behind me
Lost on the bottom you often found me there
False conscience is beyond me
Lost in the backwoods I lie open to you here
Just leave me here
These men are running hard
But you keep down your voices
Living only to judge heavy
All mysteries aside there was a truth outside
Leave me here and I’m born again
Leave me here in this void again
Now I am open left for dead
Just like salvation comes in the end
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christmas tv - slow club
it’s brutal it’s brutal why can’t you see
it’s brutal it’s brutal what have you be
because we are far apart and my lonely heart
finds it hard to get through the night
Streetlight Manifesto
“A Moment of Silence”
A moment of silence, please, for those who never get the chance
They show up to the party, but they’re never asked to dance
The losers, the liars, the bastards, the thieves
The cynicists, the pessimists, and those that don’t believe in nothing
I never met a loser that I didn’t see eye-to-eye with, I declare
I stare into your eyes
But you look right past me into the air
What’s it like to stand in your shoes?
To have never felt the belt of somebody’s abuse?
I take the bottle and I tip it for all my heroes that have passed
Alas, you have left us, but your stories they will last
Uninspired by the recruiting call
Independent we stand
Independent we fall
So tell me: how long do you think you can go before you lose it all?
Before they call you bluff and watch you fall?
I don’t know, but I’d like to think I had control
At some point, but I let it go and lost my soul
Sit tight, but the revolution’s years away
I’m losing faith and I’m running low on things to say
So, I guess I have no choice but to regurgitate
The tired anthem of a loser and a hypocrite
Oh! To have died that night, I realized it wouldn’t last
Our days were numbered and the reaper tipped the hourglass
The final mayday of our sinking ship had come and passed
Oh! To the west, you don’t know what it is you’re running from
And everybody’s laughing loud
Your last chance to make your mother and your father proud
Oh, oh, oh…
A moment of silence, please, for those who never get the chance
They show up to the party, but they’re never asked to dance
The losers, the liars, the bastards, the thieves
The cynicists, the pessimists, and those that don’t believe in nothing
They said “a pox,
Upon your house,
Upon your family and everyone you knew
And everyone you’ll ever meet”
I bet they think we wish we joined when we could
But we do what we want, we don’t do what we should
Now, everybody’s laughing, ‘cause they’re thinking they’re in on something I don’t get
Don’t forget
I connect and I read every word you said
Like a child who believes he was wronged
If you hate me so much, then stop singing my songs
So tell me: how long do you think you can go before you lose it all?
Before they call you bluff and watch you fall?
I don’t know, but I’d like to think I had control
At some point, but I let it go and lost my soul
Sit tight, but the revolution’s years away
I’m losing faith and I’m running low on things to say
So, I guess I have no choice but to regurgitate
The tired anthem of a loser and a hypocrite
Oh! To have died that night, I realized it wouldn’t last
Our days were numbered and the reaper tipped the hourglass
The final mayday of our sinking ship had come and passed
Oh! To the west, you don’t know what it is you’re running from
And everybody’s laughing loud
Your last chance to make your mother and your father proud
Oh, oh, oh…
In the Aeroplane over the Sea
What a beautiful face I have found in this place That is circling all round the sun What a beautiful dream That could flash on the screen In a blink of an eye and be gone from me Soft and sweet Let me hold it close and keep it here with me And one day we will die And our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea But for now we are young Let us lay in the sun And count every beautiful thing we can see Love to be In the arms of all I'm keeping here with me Anna's ghost all around Hear her voice as it's rolling and ringing through me Soft and sweet How the notes all bend and reach above the trees Now how I remember you How I would push my fingers through Your mouth to make those muscles move That made your voice so smooth and sweet And now we keep where we don't know All secrets sleep in winter clothes With one you loved so long ago Now he don't even know his name What a beautiful face I have found in this place That is circling all round the sun And when we meet on a cloud I'll be laughing out loud I'll be laughing with everyone I see Can't believe how strange it is to be anything at all
From West 10 to the West Bank,
I write righteous rhymes with my right and wrestle the devil with my left hand,
Never work for a Zionist, never been a yes man,
My art is like Rembrandt painting pictures of death camps.
The average person is allergic to the words of wisdom,
This is for everyone of Saddam’s Kurdish murder victims,
And all the pure souls that never had the chance to speak,
Truth pumps in my arteries and causes my heart to beat.
For soldiers haunted and tortured by guilty memories,
Who realised too late, to reveal their real enemy.
It’s all dead wrong, For every victim of racist persecution,
From Auschwitz to Hebron. My words may sting cowards,
For people that were atomised by the Thermate in the Twin Towers,
Those living through the wars, ask me what I do this for;
Put the world in its place, before it put you in yours…Keep my third eye hidden under my New York fitted,
A crazy unmarried man that deserves to be committed.
The future is encrypted in my troubled lyrics,
Dream that I’ve been somewhere for weeks, then wake up in a couple minutes,
Sweat dripping with visions of population control,
Thoughts overflowing my world, like the melting of the North Pole.
My people are targeted by military crack committees,
So I’m bucking at the feds like natives in Rapid City.
Reality savage, my words are like a riot in Paris,
The voice of the voiceless, that voice is social imbalance.
So stand strong, or sit harder in your mental palace,
Blinded inside a Kingdom united to its old habits,
But now, Middle Passage coming, War Chant, African drumming,
Gatling gun humming; Rapid fire mechanism, reckless living,
That checks the rhythm of perfectionism,
Slave condition - while you’re singing ‘God save the system’…Detain my body, but you can’t imprison my mind,
If it’s my time I’ll probably die with my fist in the sky,
These are the thoughts of a man who can’t escape from his coma,
Cries of a young virgin girl who got raped by them soldiers.Birthing a screaming bastard post-colonial nation,
Subject to childhood diseases, famine, war and inflation,
Education moulded you into your masters image,
And you forgot who the fuck you were, before the war was finished.You’re hearing the ghosts of Nagasaki, You’re hearing Hiroshima,
Beautiful babies being born with the weirdest features,
You might never see me in the charts, But iA my seed can see peace in Iraq.But peace and freedom can never be given,
That’s historically forbidden, ‘cos only collision is the recipe,
Changing the course of destiny - so I’m strapped with weaponry.‘Cause the government don’t give a fuck about protecting me.
What happens under darkness shall come to light,
Can’t silence us even though you try.
You can try to avoid us but it’s pointless,
You can never avoid the voices of the voiceless.Take our freedom, Can’t take our pride,
Come what may we will survive.
You can try to avoid us but it’s pointless,
You can never avoid the voices of the voiceless.Lowkey - Voices of the Voiceless (ft. Immortal Technique)
Would? ~ Alice In Chains
Know me broken by my master,
Teach thee a child, love hereafter,
Into the flood again,
Same old trip it was back then,
So I made a big mistake,
Try to see it once my way.
Drifting body, its sole exertion.
Flying, not yet quite the notion.
Into the flood again,
Same old trip it was back then,
So I made a big mistake,
Try to see it once my way.
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Within Temptation - It’s the Fear
I fear who I becoming,
I feel like I’m losing the struggle within.
Source: fuckyeahwithintemptation
Depeche Mode - Halo
And when our worlds
They fall apart
When the walls come tumbling in
Though we may deserve it
It will be worth it
Piazza, New York Catcher by Belle and Sebastian
Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll sail around the world
I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl
How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?
How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays?
Oh elope with me in private and we’ll set something ablaze
A trail for the devil to erase
San Francisco’s calling us, the Giants and Mets will play
Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay?
We hung about the stadium, we’ve got no place to stay
We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell
About the saddest book you ever read
It always makes you cry
The statue’s crying too and Well he May.
I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend
I know it wouldn’t come to love, my heroine pretend
A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day
You’d settle for an epitaph like “Walk Away, Renee”
The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower
Meet you at the statue in an hour
Meet you at the statue in an hour
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Devil’s Taken Her Man - Miss Li
The devil’s taken her man
He’s gone every night
When he’s home they’re just fighting
He used to be her only friend.
