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still in your face... (a lil' language)

Discussion in 'Recordings [BG]' started by deepbob, Dec 29, 2003.


  1. deepbob

    deepbob

    Oct 3, 2001
    left field
    and still a bunch of complete newbies...

    >> 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...



    >> 4:16 (mp3)

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    >> duck, duck, goose (mp3)

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    call him dick, or tom, or harry,
    cause he ain't no man's sucker,
    he's got a taste for the Man,
    and he's a mean, mean muther @#%$.

    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
    ...
    gonna see who they can pick on,
    make some money off abuse.

    ...
    gonna kick you when you're down,
    when they beat the living crap,
    out of any thing that moves.

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

    titties (intense).


    >> the awful truth (mp3)

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    freedom to golf,
    at a hundred bucks a round.
    freedom for big boobies,
    and all the new drugs we've found.

    free to be stupid,
    yeah, we're free to be stupid

    freedom to drive,
    our whole houses on wheels.
    free to pass the buck,
    and play God, and see how it feels.

    free to be stupid,
    yeah, we're free to be stupid

    free to be stupid.
    that's all we want.
    free to be stupid.
    and we're free to flaunt...

    free to be stupid,
    yeah, we're free to be stupid


    freedom to point,
    firmly affixing blame.
    freedom to ignore fact,
    unless i think exactly the same.

    free to be stupid,
    yeah, we're free to be stupid

    freedom for me,
    is all that really matters.
    the freedom not to see,
    is the freedom that we're after.

    free to be stupid,
    yeah, we're free to be stupid

    free to be stupid.
    that's all we want.
    free to be stupid.
    we're free to flaunt,

    free to be stupid,
    yeah, we're free to be stupid.


    >> glass onion (mp3)

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    ( J. Lennon, P. McCartney )

    I told you 'bout Strawberry Fields,
    You know the place where nothing is real,
    Well, here's another place you can go,
    Where ev'rything flows,
    Looking through the bent backed tulips
    To see how the other half live,
    Looking through the glass onion.

    I told you 'bout the Walrus and me, man,
    You know that we're as close as can be, man,
    Well, here's another clue for you all,
    The Walrus was Paul,
    Standing on a cast iron shore,yeah.
    Lady Madonna tryin' to make ends meet, yeah,
    Looking through the glass onion.

    Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.
    Looking through the glass onion.

    I told you 'bout the Fool on the hill,
    I tell you man he's living there still,
    Well, here's another place you can be,
    Listen to me,
    Fixing a hole in the ocean,
    Trying to make a dovetail joint,
    Looking through the glass onion.


    >> 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.


    >> taking notes (mp3)

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    well, there was scene on the scene
    and there was always being mean
    and nothing really at all
    came close, to in between

    yeah, the heads were smokin Zeppelin
    and the threads were what you left in
    when you walked down the street
    when you played and scuffed your feet

    maybe you was wearing combats
    like those fishbone chili stray cats
    with the bomb in between
    that bass's funky scene

    and there was always a lesson
    but that's why i am confessing
    that the kids whom i grew up with
    didn't learn a damned thing...

    they're just taking notes,
    and never really giving,
    (and that's the problem.)


    >> strange days (mp3)

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    the doors:

    Strange days have found us
    Strange days have tracked us down
    They're going to destroy
    Our casual joys
    We shall go on playing
    Or find a new town

    Strange eyes fill strange rooms
    Voices will signal their tired end
    The hostess is grinning
    Her guests sleep from sinning
    Hear me talk of sin
    And you know this is it

    Strange days have found us
    And through their strange hours
    We linger alone
    Bodies confused
    Memories misused
    As we run from the day
    To a strange night of stone


    :meh:
     
  2. Stephen S

    Stephen S Member

    Apr 10, 2002
    San Bernardino, CA
    you did something wrong, none of the mp3s work.
     
  3. deepbob

    deepbob

    Oct 3, 2001
    left field
    no guarantees... but give it another spin - newbies, thru and thru :bassist:

    and thankies fer the heads up.