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Random Lyrics Thursday

Lack of Communication by Ratt

You gotta love that "outro", especially where the person writing out the lyrics finally gave up and just wrote [Repeat]. Fun song, though.


Too many problems, the world can't solve
Too many people, no-one wants to be involved
(Lack of communication, back off)

Keep rearranging, it's all the same
Always saying, someone else is to blame
(Lack of communication, back off)
Look all around me, who's standin' tall
Hold tight, no-one's gonna answer your call
(Lack of communication, back off)
Put up our boundaries, we build our walls
It's alright, no-one's gonna change us at all
(Lack of communication, back off)

Time's passin' us by, we have our reason
No-one wants to try, we have our reason
Questions askin' why, we have our reason
Problems still arise, we have our reason... for

Back off !

You're so together, you fall apart
You never miss, when you're shootin' straight for the heart
(Lack of communication, back off)
You see it your way, I'll see it mine
Well, conversation is a useless change of line
(Lack of communication, back off)

Lack of communication, back off)
Lack of communication
(Lack of communication, back off)
Well, back off, well, back off
(Lack of communication, back off)
In the age of the modern man
(Lack of communication, back off)
We see the problems, we don't really understand
(Lack of communication, back off)
Well, lack of communication
(Lack of communication, back off)
Well, lack of communication
(Lack of communication, back off)
Well, lack of communication
(Lack of communication, back off)
Lack of communication
(Lack of communication, back off)
Back off, well, back off...
(Lack of communication, back off)
[Repeat]


By fnord12 | July 31, 2008, 10:20 AM | Music | Comments (0)| Link



Random Lyrics Thursday

Police State by Dead Prez

[Chairman Omali Yeshitela]
You have the emergence in human society
of this thing that's called the State
What is the State? The State is this organized bureaucracy
It is the police department. It is the Army, the Navy
It is the prison system, the courts, and what have you
This is the State -- it is a repressive organization
But the state -- and gee, well, you know,
you've got to have the police, cause..
if there were no police, look at what you'd be doing to yourselves!
You'd be killing each other if there were no police!
But the reality is...
the police become necessary in human society
only at that junction in human society
where it is split between those who have and those who ain't got

[Dead Prez]
I throw a Molotov cocktail at the precinct, you know how we think
Organize the hood under I Ching banners
Red, Black and Green instead of gang bandanas
F.B.I. spyin on us through the radio antennas
And them hidden cameras in the streetlight watchin society
With no respect for the people's right to privacy
I'll take a slug for the cause like Huey P.
while all you fake niggaz try to copy Master P
I want to be free to live, able to have what I need to live
Bring the power back to the street, where the people live
We sick of workin for crumbs and fillin up the prisons
Dyin over money and relyin on religion for help
We do for self like ants in a colony
Organize the wealth into a socialist economy
A way of life based off the common need
And all my comrades is ready, we just spreadin the seed

The average Black male
Live a third of his life in a jail cell
Cause the world is controlled by the white male
And the people don't never get justice
And the women don't never get respected
And the problems don't never get solved
And the jobs don't never pay enough
So the rent always be late; can you relate?
We livin in a police state

No more bondage, no more political monsters
No more secret space launchers
Government departments started it in the projects
Material objects, thousands up in the closets
Could've been invested in a future for my comrades
Battle contacts, primitive weapons out in combat
Many never come back
Pretty niggaz be runnin with gats
Rather get shot in they back than fire back
We tired of that - corporations hirin blacks
Denyin the facts, exploitin us all over the map
That's why I write the shit I write in my raps
It's documented, I meant it
Every day of the week, I live in it; breathin it
It's more than just fuckin believin it
I'm holdin them ones, rollin up my sleeves an' shit
It's cee-lo for push-ups now, many headed for one conclusion
Niggaz ain't ready for revolution

[Fred Hampton]
I am.. a revolutionary
and you're gonna have to keep on sayin that
You're gonna have to say that I am a proletariat
I am the people, I'm not the pig

[another speaker]
Guiliani you are full of shit!
And anybody that's down with you!
You could man-make things better for us
and you cuttin the welfare
Knowin damn well when you cut the welfare,
a person gon' do crime..


By fnord12 | July 24, 2008, 9:24 AM | Music | Comments (0)| Link



Random Lyrics Thursday

Pulled Over The Car by Morphine

I was drivin my car
I was drivin my car
I was gettin kinda tired, so I pulled over the car
I pulled over the car
I pulled over the car
I got out of the car, walked around the car
I got a little air, I felt better

I got back in the car
I got back in the car
Well as soon as I got back behind the wheel I felt tired again
So I pulled over the car
I pulled over the car
I got out of the car, walked around the car
I got a little air, I felt better

I felt better
I felt much, much better

So I got back in the car
I got back in the car
Well as soon as I got back behind the wheel I felt all tired again
So I pulled over the car
I pulled over the car
I got out of the car, walked around the car
I got a little air, I felt better
I got a little air, I felt better
I felt much, much, much, much better

I got back in the car
I got back in the car
Don't you know as soon as I got back behind the wheel
I felt all sleepy and tired again
Well I can't keep pulling over every fifteen minutes
Just because I feel a little sleepy and tired
So I kept on driving
(fell asleep at the wheel)
yes I kept on driving
(fell asleep at the wheel)
I hit a truck
I hit a truck
I got out of the car, walked around the car
and checked it out
Totaled


By fnord12 | July 17, 2008, 9:06 AM | Music | Comments (0)| Link



Random Lyrics Thursday

For those of you who have seen the Joe Cocker video and want to know what the hell he's really singing:



A Little Help From My Friends by Joe Cocker (originally by the Beatles)


What would you do if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not to sing out of key.


Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends


What do I do when my love is away
(Does it worry you to be alone?)
How do I feel by the end of the day,
(Are you sad because you're on your own?)


No, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends


Do you need anybody
I need somebody to love
Could it be anybody
I want somebody to love.


Would you believe in a love at first sight
Yes, I'm certain that it happens all the time
What do you see when you turn out the light
I can't tell you but I know it's mine


Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends


Do you need anybody
I just need someone to love
Could it be anybody
I want somebody to love.


Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
With a little help from my friends.



By min | July 10, 2008, 12:54 PM | Music | Comments (0)| Link



Random Lyrics Thursday

Electric Eye by Judas Priest

Up here in space
I'm looking down on you
My lasers trace
Everything you do

You think you've private lives
Think nothing of the kind
There is no true escape
I'm watching all the time

I'm made of metal
My circuits gleam
I am perpetual
I keep the country clean

I'm elected electric spy
I'm protected electric eye

Always in focus
You can't feel my stare
I zoom into you
You don't know I'm there

I take a pride in probing all your secret moves
My tearless retina takes pictures that can prove

I'm made of metal
My circuits gleam
I am perpetual
I keep the country clean

I'm elected electric spy
I'm protected electric eye

Electric eye, in the sky
Feel my stare, always there
Theres nothing you can do about it
Develop and expose
I feed upon your every thought
And so my power grows

Protected. Detective. Electric eye



By fnord12 | July 3, 2008, 10:23 AM | Music | Comments (0)| Link



Joe Cocker is a little unintelligible, isn't he?

Luckily, someone put in subtitles.


By fnord12 | July 1, 2008, 4:15 PM | Music | Comments (0)| Link



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