Watching the time go and feeling belief grow Rise above the obstacles People beseech me but they'll never teach me Things that I already know (I know) Dreams that have shattered may not have mattered Take another point of view Doubts will arise though like chasing a rainbow I can tell a thing or two (that's true) You've got to believe in yourself or no one Will believe in you Imagination like a bird on the wing Flying, free for you to use (okay baby) I can't believe they stop and stare And point their fingers doubting me Their disbelief suppresses them But they're not blind it's just that they won't see I'm a believer, I ain't no deceiver Mountains move before my eyes Destiny planned out I don't need no handout Speculation of the wise
And then he snorted a 8 ball and bit the head off a bird
Eli Smith
BENIS :DD
Lincoln Young
Not gay at all.
Lincoln Wood
RIP Randy.
Dylan Thompson
thats right faggot it isnt
Landon Flores
I always thought that picture was gay, but they were so high you can’t really read anything into it. Now Judas Priest on the other hand...
Cameron Thompson
No one cares that Rob Halford is gay friend. No one's cared since the 80's. He's actually done a really good job on being a fag about it.
Thomas Hall
>I read your eyes, your mind was made up. >You took me for a fool. >You used complexion of my skin >for a counter racist tool. >You can't burn me, I've spilled my guts out in the past. >Taken advantage of >'Cause you know where I've come (from) >My past. >You've waged a war of nerves >But you can't crush the kingdom
The funny part was that nobody noticed and when he came out he laughed an said >yeah...all those songs? now that you know, go listen to them again Pretty great troll really.
Connor Peterson
Guess I needed sometime to get away I needed some peaece of mind Some peace of mind that'll stay So I thumbed it down to nine o six ten L.A. Maybe a Greyhound could be my way
Police and Niggers, that's right Get out of my way Don't need to buy none of your Gold chains today I don't need no bracelets Clamped in front of my back Just need my ticket; 'til then Won't you cut me some slack?
You're one in a million Yeah, that's what you are You're one in a million, babe You're a shooting star Maybe someday we'll see you Before you make us cry You know we tried to reach you But you were much too high Much too high, much too high, Much too high, yes, ow!
Immigrants and faggots They make no sense to me They come to our country And think they'll do as they please Like start some mini Iran, Or spread some fuckin' disease They talk so many goddamn ways It's all Greek to me Well some say I'm lazy And others say that's just me Some say I'm crazy I guess I'll always be But it's been such a long time Since I knew right from wrong It's all the means to an end, I I keep it movin' along
Look at your young men fighting Look at your women crying Look at your young men dying The way they've always done before
Look at the hate we're breeding Look at the fear we're feeding Look at the lives we're leading The way we've always done before
My hands are tied The billions shift from side to side And the wars go on with brainwashed pride For the love of God and our human rights And all these things are swept aside By bloody hands time can't deny And are washed away by your genocide And history hides the lies of our civil wars
D'you wear a black armband When they shot the man Who said, "Peace could last forever."? And in my first memories They shot Kennedy An' I went numb when I learned to see So I never fell for Vietnam We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all That you can't trust freedom When it's not in your hands When everybody's fightin' For their promised land
And I don't need your civil war It feeds the rich while it buries the poor Your power hungry sellin' soldiers In a human grocery store Ain't that fresh I don't need your civil war
Look at the shoes you're filling Look at the blood we're spilling Look at the world we're killing The way we've always done before Look in the doubt we've wallowed Look at the leaders we've followed Look at the lies we've swallowed And I don't want to hear no more
My hands are tied For all I've seen has changed my mind But still the wars go on as the years go by With no love of God or human rights 'Cause all these dreams are swept aside By bloody hands of the hypnotized Who carry the cross of homicide And history bears the scars of our civil wars
I don't need your civil war It feeds the rich while it buries the poor Your power hungry sellin' soldiers In a human grocery store Ain't that fresh
Welcome, my son Welcome to the machine Where have you been? It's alright, we know where you've been You've been in the pipeline, filling in time Provided with toys and 'Scouting for Boys' You bought a guitar to punish your ma And you didn't like school And you know you're nobody's fool So welcome to the machine
[Instrumental break]
[Verse 2] Welcome, my son Welcome to the machine What did you dream? It's alright, we told you what to dream You dreamed of a big star He played a mean guitar He always ate in the Steak Bar He loved to drive in his Jaguar So welcome to the Machine
"My sex-change operation got botched My guardian angel fell asleep on the watch Now all I got in a Barbie Doll-crotch I got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back I got a I got an angry inch
I'm form the land where you still hear cries I had to get out to sever all ties I change my name and assumed a disguise I got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back I got a I got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back The train is coming and I am tied to the track I try to get up but but I can't get no slack I got an angry inch, angry inch, angry inch
My mother made my tits out of clay My boyfriend told me he'd take me away They dragged me to the doctor one day I've got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back I got a I got an angry inch"
Okay, here's the story about my mom and dad One was white One was black I bet you think you're glad I'm a half breed, my skin is fair yet tan I don't know what the hell I'm on So 1, 2...1, 2, 3 slam!!! Kinky hair when I wake up Straight when I go to bed My dad speaks jive talk to me, don't know what he just said My mother she's a honkey My dad's kentucky fried I don't know what the hell I'm on So 1, 2...1, 2, 3 slam!!! Back at home it's black eyed peas with a pot roast on the side It's hot dogs on friday nights The chicken's country fried My dad says yo boy pass the peas! My mom says pass the squash I need something to ease the pain So I'll go downtown and get some downers Whoa, man, I'm a little bit slow But I've got to get up somehow Got no money Just a good idea Let me tell you how I'll steal my parents credit cards Oh yes I'll rip them off I'll go downtown to where dad works And get myself some cocaine Now I'm high, and I'm not shy I'll get it off my chest My mom is white, she thinks she's right She thinks that she's the best My dad is just a negro, he's not one to play golf I don't know what the hell I am So 1, 2...1, 2, 3 slam!!!
Camden Williams
>I got an angry inch Still more than Jazz Jennings.
While you were sleeping They came and took it all away The lanes and the meadows The places where you used to play It was an inside job By the well-connected Your little protest Summarily rejected It was an inside job Like it always is Chalk it up to business as usual While we are dreaming This little island disappears While you are looking the other way They'll take your right to own your own ideas And it's an inside job Favors collected Your trusted servants Have left you unprotected It was an inside job Like it always is Just chalk it up To business as usual You think that you're so smart But you don't have a fucking clue What those men up in the towers Are doing to me and you And they'll keep doin' it and doin' it And doin' it and doin' it And doin' it and doin' it And doin' it and doin' it Until we all wake up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up I know what I've done wrong I am acquainted with the night I know how hard it is To always walk out in the light And it's an inside job To learn about forgiving It's an inside job To hang on to the joy of living They know the road by which you came They know your mother's maiden name And what you had for breakfast And what you've hidden in the mattress Insect politics Indifferent universe Bang your head against the wall But apathy is worse It's an inside job It's an inside job It's an inside job Yeh, yeah It's an inside job It's an inside job It's an inside job It's an inside job It's an inside job It's an inside job
m.youtube.com/watch?v=0WGVgfjnLqc In the deserts of Sudan And the gardens of Japan From Milan to Yucatan Every woman, every man Hit me with your rhythm stick. Hit me! Hit me! Je t'adore, ich liebe dich, Hit me! hit me! hit me! Hit me with your rhythm stick. Hit me slowly, hit me quick. Hit me! Hit me! Hit me! In the wilds of Borneo And the vineyards of Bordeaux Eskimo, Arapaho Move their body to and fro. Hit me with your rhythm stick. Hit me! Hit me! Das ist gut! C'est fantastique! Hit me! hit me! hit me! Hit me with your rhythm stick. It's nice to be a lunatic. Hit me! Hit me! Hit me! Hit me! Hit me! Hit me! In the dock of Tiger Bay On the road to Mandalay From Bombay to Santa Fe Over hills and far away Hit me with your rhythm stick. Hit me! Hit me! C'est si bon, mm? Ist es nicht? Hit me! hit me! hit me! Hit me with your rhythm stick. Two fat persons, click, click, click. Hit me! Hit me! Hit me! Hit me! Hit me! Hit me! Hit me! Hit me! Hit me! Ow! Hit me! Hit me! Hit me! hit me! Hit me [Repeat: x 5] Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!
Catch the play now, eye to eye Don't let chances pass you by Always someone at your back Biding their time for attack Check for decoys, stay sharp edged Double-crossers get your head Carpet-baggers bluff and strike Kiss of Judas, spider like Waiting like jackals to sneak up and trick you Wolves in sheeps clothing, slow death in consoling Lurking in shadows, they pounce least expected When you come to, they'll have gone right through you Tricksters, jilters play their game Sleight-of-handers, all the same Masquerader in his lair Wants to tangle in your hair
Aaron Lopez
Doesn't seem political, Global muh dickin
Thomas Rodriguez
Did somebody say "woke"? youtube.com/watch?v=fbRQieiX1H0 I'm not gonna try and tell you that I'm different from all the rest. I've been subject to the same de-structure of desire, felt the same effects. I'm a hetero-sexist tragedy. And potential rapists all are we. Yeah. But don't tell me this is natural. This is nurturing. And there's a difference between sexism and sexuality. I had different desires prior to my role remodelling. And at six years of age, you don't challenge their claims. You become the same Or withdraw from the game and hang your head in shame. I think that's exactly what I did. I tried to sever the connections Between me and them. I fought against their further attempts to convince a kid that birthright can bestow The power to yield the subordination of women. And do you know What patricentricity means? I found out just a couple of days ago. It means male values über alles and whaddaya know! Sex has been distorted and vilified. I'm scared of my attraction to body types. If everything desired is objectified, then maybe eroticism needs to be redefined. And I refuse to be a man.
I'm born to die I'm born to fry My life in a cage Show my outrage I'm misunderstood I did what I could I made my try I was born to die Goin' home My mind is blown I spilled my race I found my case I'm shot down on a fence I'm dead in self defense I live in a world of hate With no regret a Nazi state A racist dream, a world of hate With no regret a Nazi state No war No KKK No fascist U.S.A.
Holly came from Miami F.L.A. Hitch-hiked her way across the U.S.A. Plucked her eyebrows on the way Shaved her legs and then he was a she She said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side, Said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side. Candy came from out on the island, In the backroom she was everybody's darling, But she never lost her head Even when she was giving head She sayes, hey baby, take a walk on the wild side Said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
Everybody had to pay and pay A hustle here and a hustle there New York City is the place where they said: Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side I said hey Joe, take a walk on the wild side Sugar Plum Fairy came and hit the streets Lookin' for soul food and a place to eat Went to the Apollo You should have seen him go, go, go They said, hey Sugar, take a walk on the wild side I said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side, alright, huh Jackie is just speeding away Thought she was James Dean for a day Then I guess she had to crash Valium would have helped that bash She said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side I said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side
His last album had a money counting demon on the cover. I think it's possible he was given stomach cancer by a Sayanim chef dropping a speck of radioactive material in his dinner (intel agencies have a long list of agents in the food industry for spying and assassination).
Tyler Nelson
Mother, mother There's too many of you crying Brother, brother, brother There's far too many of you dying You know we've got to find a way To bring some lovin' here today, eheh Father, father We don't need to escalate You see, war is not the answer For only love can conquer hate You know we've got to find a way To bring some lovin' here today, oh oh oh Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality Talk to me, so you can see Oh, what's going on What's going on Yeah, what's going on Ah, what's going on In the mean time Right on, baby Right on brother Right on babe Mother, mother, everybody thinks we're wrong Oh, but who are they to judge us Simply 'cause our hair is long Oh, you know we've got to find a way To bring some understanding here today Oh oh oh Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality C'mon talk to me So you can see What's going on Yeah, what's going on Tell me what's going on I'll tell you what's going on, ooh ooo ooo ooo Right on baby Right on baby
Sometimes I'm right and I can be wrong My own beliefs are in my song The butcher, the banker, the drummer and then Makes no difference what group I'm in I am everyday people, yeah yeah There is a blue one who can't accept the green one For living with a fat one trying to be a skinny one And different strokes for different folks And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo Oh sha sha we got to live together I am no better and neither are you We are the same whatever we do You love me you hate me you know me and then You can't figure out the bag I'm in I am everyday people, yeah yeah There is a long hair that doesn't like the short hair For bein' such a rich one that will not help the poor one And different strokes for different folks And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo Oh sha sha we got to live together There is a yellow one that won't accept the black one That won't accept the red one that won't accept the white one And different strokes for different folks And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo I am everyday people
We don't want no nuclear war With nuclear war we won't get far I said that We don't want no nuclear war With nuclear war we won't get far Said no, just another holocaust It's just another holocaust And we can't take no more
Too many people are hungry They don't have food to eat They are naked 'Cause they don't have clothes to wear
They are going insane Because of the condition A million babies Are suffering from malnutrition
I saw World War One Where lotsa trouble begun I saw World War Two When the pirates came right through
Lookin' for World War Three But you got to set me free Free from the chains And this here misery
Unemployment I said the rate is high So much sick people I'm sure they gonna die
So much mad people Gettin' ready to explode 'Fore somebody Come help them carry this load
One country deploying MX Another country deploying SS Inflation goin' way up high And the dollar is going way down low
Crying, bawling, they can't take no more I hear them moaning they can't take no more They don't wanna die They want to go to Heaven, yeah
But they can't They can't take no more They gettin' low They can't take no more
They gettin' lazy Cause They can't take no more Bored They can't take no more
Frustrated They can't take no more Pleading for them They can't take no more
They want to live in peace And happiness Let the trees grow Let the waters flow...
Carter Cooper
Frank Zappa was overtly political, too many songs to choose just one.
David, the wind blows The wind blows Bits of your life away Your friends all say "Where is our boy? Oh, we've lost our boy" But they should know Where you've gone Because again and again you've explained that You're going to
Oh, you're going to Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah England for the English! England for the English!
David, the winds blow The winds blow All of my dreams away And I still say "Where is our boy? Ah, we've lost our boy" But I should know Why you've gone Because again and again you've explained You've gone to the
National, ah To the National There's a country; you don't live there But one day you would like to And if you show them what you're made of Oh, then you might do
But David, we wonder We wonder if the thunder Is ever really gonna begin Begin, begin Your mom says "I've lost my boy" But she should know Why you've gone Because again and again you've explained You've gone to the
National To the National To the National Front disco Because you want the day to come sooner You want the day to come sooner You want the day to come sooner When you've settled the score
- Morrissey
Oliver Lee
I present to you the most bluepilled song ever recorded. Just listen to the lyrics.
we've got a system you're going to use it we call it freedom and you are free to choose it if you're not against it you've got to be for it neutral is dangerous and you cannot ignore it
disillusion is always possible but we've got propaganda mass confusion is always better than the threat of understanding we'll deceive you we've got so many ways to make you stand behind us if we need to we'll use them on ourselves to constantly remind us
