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hitz... (language/graphic images)

Discussion in 'Recordings [BG]' started by deepbob, Jul 10, 2004.


  1. deepbob

    deepbob

    Oct 3, 2001
    left field
    some old heads coming thru town, mixing up a master CD for them that delves thru the library, share-time:

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    >> 4:16 (mp3)

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    >> shine (mp3)

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    The wind is blowing
    A whisper or two
    It’s gotten too hot
    To see the morning dew

    The pain of living
    In the warmth outside
    Refrain from giving
    Slowly duck and hide

    The ceaseless laughter
    Through your heart like a spear
    And it seems as if
    The broken clouds won’t clear

    The cold of the storm
    Is slowly drawing near
    When the day is born
    And the night will disappear

    The sun’s still out
    While it slowly fades
    But you need the light
    To feel the shade

    So ease your mind
    Beating on your head
    Come sit under the tree
    Feel the shade instead

    She said she needs a man
    He said he feeds the plan
    Getting everything done
    While you’re out having fun

    But she opened the door
    Put her feet on the floor
    And she walked away
    She just wanted to play

    Went out in the sun
    Fast as she could run
    From underneath the tree
    Because she was afraid

    Her eyes were heavy
    Wanted to be awake
    They weren’t real
    She didn’t like the shade

    The sun’s still out
    While it slowly fades
    But you need the light
    To feel the shade

    So ease your mind
    Beating on your head
    Come sit under the tree
    Feel the shade instead

    At the end of the game
    Your life is still the same
    And you feel the pain
    While it drives you insane

    Fading with the sun
    Feel like your on the run
    On your painful knees
    Looking for that tree

    But then you remember
    What the sun felt like
    Like it was November
    Fighting for your life

    It feels like a cage
    Feels like a broken rage
    Like a lump in your stomach
    You got to turn the page

    The sun’s still out
    While it slowly fades
    But you need the light
    To feel the shade

    So ease your mind
    Beating on your head
    Come sit under the tree
    Feel the shade instead

    >> duck, duck, goose (mp3)

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    Call him Dick, or Tom - or Harry,
    'cos he ain't no man's sucker,
    he's got a taste for the Man,
    and he's a mean, mean muther ****er.

    Fighting over the food,
    hanging out in the gaggle,
    he's always arguing with the brood,
    just watch that Man-tail waggle.

    Yeah, the senator told me,
    "Boy, you won't go far
    - with that bass on your knee,
    and a funky, scratch, guitar."

    But, I thought he was tying,
    a blindfold around my head
    - turns out he was lying,
    he was trying to **** me instead.

    Duck, duck, goose,
    duck, duck, goose
    go ahead and
    put your in head the noose.

    Duck, duck... duck, duck, goose:
    don't you think, that if they had a use,
    for the people in the system,
    they were taught to abuse -
    that they wouldn't need to muscle,
    to hustle, and confuse?

    Duck, duck... duck, duck, goose,
    ... going to see who they can pick on,
    make some money off abuse.
    ... Going to kick you when you're down,
    when they beat the living crap,
    out of any thing that moves.
    Duck, duck... duck, duck, goose.

    Duck, duck, goose,
    duck, duck, goose
    ... go ahead and
    put your head in the noose.

    >> shush (mp3)

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    birds and lovely flowers bloom,
    the smell of coffee pancakes.
    in a whir of modern fantasy,
    a tight, latin combo breaks...

    your hair is soft to touch,
    and i got, nothing to do,
    that's why i'm gonna sit here
    make another song for you

    shush
    and hear my next lovely song,
    about pretty ****,
    and not what's wrong,

    while you're up and out
    getting you're groove on
    the world melts around us
    in a soft painful song

    i understand, sometimes you got to
    hear a song
    but what you gonna do, when no one's gonna
    play along

    shush
    and hear my next lovely song,
    about pretty ****
    and not what's wrong

    shush
    don't think,
    and buy my next,
    lovely song.

    >> terencendental (mp3)

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    >> dirty roll (mp3)

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    while i don't quite understand
    all those things in your hand
    like the face of your plan
    and the Man that you stand

    and i know of the church
    where all the lurkers will play
    and i know the things
    that you'll likely say

    but please bear with me -
    bear with me, if you will -
    for there's a number things,
    that i'd like to distill,

    ergo, hiding from the man
    there's a place i need to go
    and i really don't give one ****
    whether you're going to let me go,

    while you talk of heavan,
    go do what you do - to get fed
    play me the old, clean "L7"
    while i roll in the dirt instead...

    >> glass onion (mp3)

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    lyrics/music: beatles

    >> push (mp3)

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    >> rumsfeld's laughter (mp3)

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    yeah, i know it's blue
    and it's kinda catchy too
    but is it really true?
    does it really suit you?

    not the pope, not nelson
    not even desmond tutu
    not the one love, for true
    - so what you gonna do?

    is this really it?
    is it what we're after?
    way down here,
    deep in rumsfeld's laughter

    but man, even putin
    even putin's disputin'
    all this dirty convolutin'
    and the backward computin'

    of what you can manage
    - the collateral damage
    and how you can mount her
    and that corporate bean-counter

    not the pope, not nelson
    not even desmond tutu
    not the one love true
    - so what you gonna do?

    is this really it?
    is it what we're after?
    way down here,
    deep in rumsfeld's laughter

    >> one too many (mp3)

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    >> strange days (mp3)

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    lyrics/music: the doors

    >> tickle (mp3)

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    >> slide (mp3)

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    sometimes i got
    got our face
    in between a rock
    and some impossible place

    where the trouble's breaking through
    where there ain't nothing, i can do
    where the solutions, are too few
    man oh man, what are we gonna do?

    sometimes, got to slide
    and sometimes we got to hide
    sometimes, just to save our pride
    sometimes, we got to slide

    some might do it, for the money
    or for some, a sweet loving honey
    some might do it, everyday
    some might do it, in their own way

    i don't do it for the thrill
    taught to respect my elders
    i don't take it like it was a pill
    not that anybody really cares

    sometimes i just got to slide
    sometimes i got to get lit
    sometimes i got to hide
    just sit here, and make up ****

    the world it melts around us
    and Darwin laughs because,
    he thinks he found us,
    and what the choice was,

    but like the delta of the Nile,
    overflowing your golden cup,
    just let me be in the pocket awhile,
    while i sit here and make **** up.

    sometimes i got to slide,
    sometimes i got to hide,
    sometimes to just save my pride,
    sometimes i got to slide.

    >> wind (mp3)

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    The air is warm
    In the eye of the morning storm
    The dogs are barking
    At the things that will never come

    Could change be forgotten
    As the time settles in
    What have we lost
    While the clouds will begin
    We look over the sea
    And up at the mountain…

    We try to remember
    The things we forgot
    For what they were
    And what they’re not

    Just what it is
    That we’re running from
    Why the clouds
    Will have to come

    The sun is gone
    The dove is South
    The wind is in your hair
    While the fear is out

    The fear leads to anger
    And lashes out
    And we have forgotten
    What life is about

    We look over the sea
    At the face of the mountain
    Of hypocrisy
    A splash in youth’s fountain
    Irresponsibly
    While the fire flickers out…

    Come with me
    Grab some fallen branches
    Underneath the tree
    Of life’s subtle glances

    The refrain of peace
    Is easily lost
    As the fear of what will be
    Is not the true cost…

    >> proud to be one (mp3)

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    When I was a kid
    Didn’t know myself no better
    Not too sure what I did
    Didn’t follow to the letter

    Helping out the crime
    Didn’t know that I was choking
    Just trying to find a dime
    Didn’t know what I was smoking

    Made them other ****ers rich
    Buying up illegal dope
    That’s right the law’s a bitch
    Sometimes there ain’t no hope

    One day I will be smoking
    The kind green bud
    I’ll have lots of THC
    Coursing through my blood

    I’ll take it slow and mellow
    I will get to sleep
    Hanging with my fellow
    Persecuted creed

    But then I thought one day
    That I would fend for myself
    Didn’t care what they say
    Didn’t need anyone’s help

    But then one quiet morning
    Cranking up the Roots
    The sheriff kicked the door in
    Didn’t need lose their couth

    Now I’m on probation
    Dreaming ‘bout the day
    When I don’t need to worry
    About what the judges say

    One day I will be smoking
    The kind green bud
    I’ll have lots of THC
    Coursing through my blood

    I’ll take it slow and mellow
    I will get to sleep
    Hanging with my fellow
    Persecuted creed

    So have yourself a beer
    And I won’t complain
    Drink yourself some coffee
    I really hope it don’t stain

    That’s because I am
    Proud to be one
    One with mother nature
    I’ll have one with you son

    Yeah leave me alone
    Don’t be the monkey on my back
    I’m gonna get real stoned
    It‘s a matter of true fact

    One day I will be smoking
    The kind green bud
    I’ll have lots of THC
    Coursing through my blood

    I’ll take it slow and mellow
    I will get to sleep
    Hanging with my fellow
    Persecuted creed

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