You will not be able to stay home, b r o t h er.

You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.

You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,

Skip out for beer during commercials,

Because the revolution will not be televised.

Mirror in the bathroom please talk free The door is locked just you and me. Can I take you to a restaurant that's got glass tables You can watch yourself while you are eating.

Mirror in the bathroom I just can't stop it, Every Saturday you see me window shopping. Find no interest in the racks and shelves Just ten thousand reflections of my own sweet self, self, self...

Mirror in the bathroom You're my mirror in the bathroom You're my mirror in the bathroom You're my mirror in the bathroom...

Mirror in the bathroom Recompense For all my crimes of self defense. Cures you whisper make no sense Drift gently into mental illness.

Judge all you want... this song is my shit. Lmfao.


Mmm Yum
A stick of 5 gum is the taste on my tongue
But for the right one, I’ll spit it out and place her right on
The night’s young, meaning we minus the bright sun
And I’m numb like I’m inside ‘em like white on a rye bun
Like that one, baby stacked wit’ a fat one
Action-pack wit’ a rack and a little bit of that ‘yac she’s passed on
Got a 36-pack of Magnums, I’m Vlad and I’m back
I’ll put a bitch in a sack and bring her back
And then I gotta go and leave a lash from the passion

(I’m crazy) Sick as hell for the ladies
They don’t give a damn that I’m manic
Even though I’m so shady Baby girl, but don’t play me
I ain’t tryna have no babies
But baby you braised in some slavery

Wanna excite ya, ignite the fight, so honey, taunt me
I just wanna bite you and watch you drop out, Romani Kandi
That’s 11 Gs, angel from heaven, she’s seven threes, hot egg and cheese for Pain checkin’ weaves

I know what you sayin’
But you know I ain’t playin’
Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans
And oh-oh

(the girl sho' look like fuck food to me)
(Girl-girl sho' look like fuck food to me)

Spin that booty ’round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, baby
Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the baby

(the girl sho' look like fuck food to me)
(Girl-girl sho' look like fuck food to me)

Uh, now put that pussy on my lip and dip
Yeah, let’s make a movie, I’ma flip the script
Yeah, I wax that ass like Q-Tip
Yeah, float in that pussy like a cruise ship
Uh, ’cause I’m a nasty motherfucker
Yeah, I eat that pussy like the last supper
Yeah, I beat that pussy like brass knuckles
Heh, she call me daddy and she scream “Uncle”
Open up and spread, I’m pullin’ her hair, she pullin’ my dreads I’m breakin’ her off, we breakin’ the bed
Fuck her like a dog, she shakin’ her leg I’m killin’ it soft, I’m makin’ it red I’m makin’ her talk, I’m makin’ her beg I’m makin’ her crawl, I’m makin’ her run, I’m makin’ it numb, I’m makin’ it cum.
I am Young Weezy F. Baby
She wish she could make a copy of my dick and save it (Ha-ha)
Now close your mouth, don’t waste it I got that fuck food, baby, come taste it.

I know what you sayin’
But you know I ain’t playin’
Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans
And oh-oh

(the girl sho' look like fuck food to me)
(Girl-girl sho' look like fuck food to me)

Spin that booty ’round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, baby
Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the baby

(the girl sho' look like fuck food to me)
(Girl-girl sho' look like fuck food to me)

When I get my mittens on this kitten
She’ll be bitten, then she missin’
‘Cause she fucked up and let the Tech in
Canceled all of her ex men
If you think you got it, nigga, say it witcha chest,
Then I’m gon’ be her sex friend
Rippin’ off her dress, then
Nibblin’ on her neck and I’m makin’ her wet wit’ no question
Yeah, animal magnetism, the sadomasochism
Got way mo’ cash to give ‘em, but they don’t ask, just twist ‘em
I don’t have to give ‘em stacks for me to mash within ‘em
I’m they master, hit ‘em with a lash and a nigga fast to stick ‘em
And I like ‘em all colors, multi-mack can make ‘em all love us
And make ‘em do all of us, and we don’t be trippin’ on it ’cause we all brothers
Y’all slippers, as I be trippin’ over broads, fuck it
The currency, see he keep his cards shuffled
The bitch’ll wanna let her jaws touch us, jaw-crushers
Anybody outside don’t get much news from me
'Cause I get it in but I keep it on the hush (Who’s the G?)
This rush, you agree, this is stuff due for fee
But the girls sho’ look like fuck food to me, aye.

I don’t know what you feel
I don’t know what you think
I don’t know what you see, my nigga

(The girl sho’ look like fuck food to me)
(Girl-girl sho’ look like fuck food to me)

I know what you sayin’
But you know I ain’t playin’
Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans
And oh-oh

(The girl sho’ look like fuck food to me)
(Girl-girl sho’ look like fuck food to me)

Spin that booty ’round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, baby
Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the baby

(Girls sho’ look like fuck food to me)
(Girl-girls sho’ look like fuck food to me)

I saw this and I wanted to share it if you haven't seen it before.


When you're happy, you enjoy the music
But when you're sad, you understand the lyrics.

"they shootin" ahh made you look

May the good lord be with you Down every road you roam And may sunshine and happiness Surround you when youre far from home And may you grow to be proud Dignified and true And do unto others As youd have done to you Be courageous and be brave And in my heart youll always stay Forever young, forever young.


For friends that have left

Another fave from one of my fave singers and crew.

Nothing seems to kill me no matter how hard I try Nothing is closing my eyes Nothing can beat me down for your pain or delight And nothing seems to break me No matter how hard I fall nothing can break me at all Not one for giving up though not invincible I know

I've givin' everything I need I'd give you everything I own I'd give in if it could at least be ours alone I've given everything I could To blow it to hell and gone Burrow down and Blow up the outside world

Someone tried to tell me something Don't let the world bring you down Nothing will do me in before I do myself So save it for your own and the ones you can help

Want to make it understood Wanting though I never would Trying though I never would Blowing it to hell and gone Wishing though I never could Blow up the upside world

a lot of the best songs i've ever heard have a few words and a lot of instrumental... after i've heard live the guitar riff of Freebird of Lynyrd Skynyrd even my cock has goosebumps! another one with the lyric of just one sentence is:

You and me we are destined you'll agree
To spend the rest of our lives with each other
The rest of our days like two lovers
For ever
Yeah
For ever
my bijou

Try to guess this Bella!

This song I've heard only 2 times but I never caught the title! It is from the early 90`s. Something like " can't we talk about it in bed"; sounds like a black American but can't be sure. Thanks.

Yeah, hey, I want to travel south this year
I won't, won't prevent safe passage here

Why you act crazy?
Not an act maybe
So close a lady
Shifty eyes, shady

Yeah, hey Yeah, tears that soak a callous heart

Why you act frightened?
I am enlightened
Your weakness builds me, so someday you'll see

I stay away

Why you act crazy?
Not an act maybe
So close a lady
Shifty eyes, shady

I stay away, I stay away, I stay away, I STAY A WAY

You are the fucking disease.
Another day, Another memory.
But I have fucking failed.
I turned another lie into the work of a saint.

So where is the cure?
Hundreds of souls with the look of horror on their face.
Now I rise from my knees.
I will not live in misery.
You won't take me.
You won't take me.
Now it's me.
Now it's me.

All that's left is a bitter taste of a life that once was so promising.
Rather cut at the wrist than laugh about your mistakes.
Sickness still fills the air.
Another life that you wish you could fake.
Your eyes will cut through me, but it's a risk, that I must fucking take.
I must take.

So where is the cure?
Hundreds of souls with the look of horror on their face.
Now I rise from my knees.
I will not live in misery.
You won't take me.
You will not destroy me.
You cannot destroy me.

And I'll fight you with every ounce of strength I have left.
And I'll seal it with a bullet... and a kiss.
So look at your fucking horror.
Horror.

I want to see your face.
Show me your true face.
I want to see your face.
Show me your true face.

My heart belongs to you, so save me.
My heart belongs to you, so save me, for the sake to give it away.

Still beats, (still beats) still beats, (still beats) still beats (still beats) inside of me.

My heart belongs to you, so save me.
And my heart still beats.
And my heart still beats.
My heart still beats, so save me.
My heart still beats.

Is anybody out there? It feels like I'm talkin' 2 myself No one seems to know my struggle And everything I come from

Can anybody hear me? It guess I keep talkin' 2 myself It feels like I'm going insane Am I the one whose crazy?

lamplight syphony by kansas

An easy one!
I'm never goin nowhere so don't try me My music sticks in fans veins like an IV Flows poison like Ivy, oh they grimy Already offers on my 6th album from labels tryin to sign me Respected highly, HIIII MR. O'REILLY Hope all is well, kiss the plantiff and the wifey Drove through the window, the industry super sized me Now the girls see me and a river's what they cry me I'm on the rise, so many people despise me Got party ammunition for those tryin to surprise me (surprise!) It's a celebration and everyone should invite me Roll with the crew or meet the bottom of our Nikes (blaow!) Explorer like Dora these swipers can't swipe me My whole aura's so MEAN in my white tee Nobody light-skinded reppin harder since Ice-T You disagree, take the Tyson approach and bite me!

Barely raised by my dysfunctional fam Here I stand as a dysfunctional man Quick-tempered, short-fused, and pissed at God Demons pullin at my soul 'til it's ripped apart

Favourite lyrics in a song

"We'll see things they'll never see.........."

Heaven ablaze in our eyes
We're standing still in time
The blo.od on our hands is the wine
We offer as sacrifice

Come on, and show them your love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul, my love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul

This endless mercy mile
We're crawling side by side
With hell freezing over in our eyes
Gods kneel before our crime

Come on and show, them your love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul, my love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul
(Rip out the wings of a butterfly)
Don’t let go
(Rip out the wings of a butterfly)
For your soul

Come on, and show them your love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul, my love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul
(Rip out the wings of a butterfly)
Don’t let go
(Rip out the wings of a butterfly)
For your soul

I like big butts and I can not lie You other brothers can't deny That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist And a round thing in your face You get sprung, wanna pull out your tough 'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed Deep in the jeans she's wearing I'm hooked and I can't stop staring Oh baby, I wanna get with you And take your picture My homeboys tried to warn me But that butt you got makes me so horny Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin You say you wanna get in my Benz? Well, use me, use me 'Cause you ain't that average groupie I've seen them dancin' To hell with romancin' She's sweat, wet, Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette I'm tired of magazines Sayin' flat butts are the thing Take the average black man and ask him that She gotta pack much back So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!) Has your girlfriend got the butt? (Hell yeah!) Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!) Shake that healthy butt! Baby got back!

(LA face with Oakland booty) Baby got back!

[Sir Mix-a-Lot] I like 'em round, and big And when I'm throwin' a gig I just can't help myself, I'm actin' like an animal Now here's my scandal I wanna get you home And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh I ain't talkin' bout Playboy 'Cause silicone parts are made for toys I want 'em real thick and juicy So find that juicy double Mix-a-Lot's in trouble Beggin' for a piece of that bubble So I'm lookin' at rock videos Knock-kneeded bimbos walkin' like hoes You can have them bimbos I'll keep my women like Flo Jo A word to the thick soul sisters, I wanna get with ya I won't cuss or hit ya But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna *fuck* Till the break of dawn Baby got it goin' on A lot of simps won't like this song 'Cause them punks like to hit it and quit it And I'd rather stay and play 'Cause I'm long, and I'm strong And I'm down to get the friction on So, ladies! {Yeah!} Ladies! {Yeah} If you wanna roll in my Mercedes {Yeah!} Then turn around! Stick it out! Even white boys got to shout Baby got back!

Baby got back! Yeah, baby ... when it comes to females, Cosmo ain't got nothin' to do with my selection. 36-24-36? Ha ha, only if she's 5'3".

[Sir Mix-a-Lot] So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda My anaconda don't want none Unless you've got buns, hun You can do side bends or sit-ups, But please don't lose that butt Some brothers wanna play that "hard" role And tell you that the butt ain't gold So they toss it and leave it And I pull up quick to retrieve it So Cosmo says you're fat Well I ain't down with that! 'Cause your waist is small and your curves are kickin' And I'm thinkin' bout stickin' To the beanpole dames in the magazines: You ain't it, Miss Thing! Give me a ****, I can't resist her Red beans and rice didn't miss her Some knucklehead tried to dis 'Cause his girls are on my list He had game but he chose to hit 'em And I pull up quick to get wit 'em So ladies, if the butt is round, And you want a triple X throw down, Dial 1-900-MIXALOT And kick them nasty thoughts Baby got back!

You in your small corner, I stand in mine
Throw all the punch you want to, I can take them all
Lie down gal let me push it up push it up lie down
Lie down gal let me push it up push it up lie down

Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now

Backbeat the word was on the street that the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before but you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now

And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would Like to say to you
But I don't know how

Because maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall

Today was gonna be the day but they'll never throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow realized what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now

And all the roads that lead you there were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you but I don't know how

I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall

I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall

Said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me

I heard an original tune performed by Bee and Mark. Her voice is sultry and intoxicating and he is flawless as he accompanies her on his acoustic guitar. The name of the song is Side Kicking Freak. All I can say is BEAUTIFUL!

Söknuður

Mér finnst ég varla heill, né hálfur maður,
og heldur ósjálfbjarga, þív? er verr.
Ef þú værir hjá mér, vildi ég glaður
verða betri en ég er.

Eitt sinn verða allir menn að deyja
eftir bjartan daginn kemur nótt.
ég harma það, en samt ég verð að segja
að sumarið líður allt of fljótt.

Við gætum sungið, gengið um,
gleymt okkur hjá blómunum,
er rökkvar, ráðið stjörnum á,
gengið saman hönd í hönd,
hæglát farið niðrá strönd.
Fundið stað,
sameinað
beggja sál.

Horfið er nú sumarið og sólin
í sálu minni hefur gríma völd.
í æsku léttu ís og myrkur jólin,
nú einn ég sit um vetrarkvöld.

því eitt sinn verða allir menn að deyja.
Eftir bjartan daginn kemur nótt.
ég harma það, en samt ég verð að segja,
að sumarið líður allt of fljótt.

Ég gái út um gluggann minn.
hvort gangir þú um hliðið inn.
Mér alltaf sýnist ég sjái þig.
ég rýni út um rifurnar,
ég reyndar sé þig alls staðar,
þá napurt er.
það nævir hér
og nýstir mig.

I was caught
In the middle of a rock and roll attack. (Thunder)
I looked round
And I knew there was no turning back (Thunder)
My mind raced
And I thought what could I do (Thunder)
And I knew
There was no help, no help from you (Thunder)

Sound of the drums
Beatin' in my heart
The thunder of guns
Tore me apart
You've been - thunderstruck


But in my opinion, the best part of the song is the guitar intro!

When you were here before, Couldn't look you in your eye You're just like an angel, Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather In a beautiful world I wish I was special You're so fucking special

Marilyn Manson "Pistol Whipped"

Everything I've seen needs rearranging
And for anyone who thinks it's strange
Then you should be the first to want to make this change
And for everyone who thinks that life is just a game
Do you like the part you're playing

All men have secrets and here is mine
So let it be known
For we have been through hell and high tide
I think I can rely on you...
And yet you start to recoil
Heavy words are so lightly thrown
But still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you

So, what difference does it make?
So, what difference does it make?
It makes none
But now you have gone
And you must be looking very old tonight

The devil will find work for idle hands to do
I stole and I lied, and why?
Because you asked me to!
But now you make me feel so ashamed
Because I've only got two hands
Well, I'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh

So, what difference does it make?
Oh, what difference does it make?
Oh, it makes none
But now you have gone
And your prejudice won't keep you warm tonight

Oh, the devil will find work for idle hands to do
I stole, and then I lied
Just because you asked me to
But now you know the truth about me
You won't see me anymore
Well, I'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh

But no more apologies
No more, no more apologies
Oh, I'm too tired
I'm so sick and tired
And I'm feeling very sick and ill today
But I'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh

Oh, my sacred one...

I feel so extraordinary
Something's got a hold on me
I get this feeling I'm in motion
A sudden sense of liberty
I don't care 'cause I'm not there
And I don't care if I'm here tomorrow
Again and again I've taken too much
Of the things that cost you too much

I'm a wheel, I'm a wheel
I can roll, I can feel
And you can't stop me turning

Cause I'm the sun, I'm the sun
I can move, I can run
But you'll never stop me burning

Come down with fire
Lift my spirit higher
Someone's screaming my name
Come and make me holy again

Get numbers, get names Thick dames Headhunters get brains Big thangs Give niggas shitstains The shit, man And don't you forget, man.

We be The best of CG Greedy Abduct the PD See me? Nigga, not in 3D. Be me? Hah, it's not easy. I'm breezy And off the Heezy Me and my woman's like George & Wheezy Movin' on up, niggas use to tease me See me on top It makes you queasy. Sick with it Bitch, I'm Bruce Lee Seduce me You're nice and juicy In the parking lot, I gots to get mine Why the fuck we goin' in when there's bitches in line? I spend my time watchin' bitches' behinds Thinkin' bad shit in the back of my mind I bump and grind with nothing less than a dime Making movie money, you still investin' in rhymes.