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  • "Beneath The Surface" by GZA

    On a man-made lake, there's a sheet of thin ice
    Where unskilled skaters, couldn't figure-8 twice
    At 16, uncut, direct from the cult
    Head on assault, the result, death by the bolt
    In a vote, it spoke aboat the average loss commission
    That was seen by a king in a prophetic vision
    Like a plane crash from a bomb blast
    Special broadcast, slot time with con cash
    It kept the jury quiet, and now a riot will form
    While satanic man, now hang in his dorm
    I swing, on you fake, radio personalities
    Boost ya ratings, but hypes behind casualties
    Fire shots, for low-pressure water gun play
    Instantly, slap ya fire like it's Palm Sunday
    I fashion the first tool, from the elements
    The earth use, and built it to a complex
    Network, of communications, you're up against a hopeless, situation

    I screen every vehicle, through enemy observation
    Swarmin unpredictably, we spread terror
    Increase the force significantly, change the error
    Check my wind pattern, it's headin west
    Success is freedom, failure could mean death
    Humans sweat, aim shovels
    Dig up the debris and rubbel
    Permanent, damage caused by the double-
    U, Now who, cowardly urge you to merge through
    And think the workers'll serve you
    Signin marvel, who just dropped the next novel
    Worldwide, practically marred in marble
    His accountless, amount of MC's I saved
    And those same niggas wanna squander those gifts I gave


    Chorus:
    Scratch underneath the surface, where does your purpose lie?
    It seems our world is worthless, like we're pawns beneath the sky
    Change the race by reason, and ashes just the wind
    The left is so our we're breathin, keep ourself from givin in


    Love and hatred, home is most sacred
    Both species, they lay naked in the tombs of oasis
    Think back on niggas I ate with, spent the day with
    Guns we played with, niggas I relate with
    We broke bread, I heard through a vine niggas workin for the Feds
    Sent out secretly to take my head
    I lay back and meditate to the words they say
    Skip town for a mutten goofy dred
    Had a friend tell my family I was dead
    Return at the last fall of the autumn leaves
    Operate the plan accordingly, in case the Feds are recordin me
    Sign all documents, usin forgery, cuz just a near thought of me
    Like Solomon, spoke bluntly
    Told the word I'm black and calmly
    Howls from the grave haunt me
    The smell of death's upon me, I dwell in the hills like Gandhi
    Been in the presence of mad peasants, and old kings
    Who sold everything, on a quest for god's divine
    Slept in caves to get a clear mind
    Who prayed 3 times, when the moon lit and the sun rise
    I met dwellers in the desert, talked to shepherds
    Been in the mouth of many leopards
    Felt the death kiss, of Satan's mistress
    Walked the vacant districts, for 4 religions, studied Pagan scriptures

    True philosophers and physicians, on a cure missions
    Who harden their hearts, to ward the weak, sick and ifflicted
    Candles lit, gamble with a *****
    Who made me love her, when I touch her, soft cause hide claws
    Bees with sweet honey in they mouth
    Have bitter stingers at they tail
    Walk through the chambers of death, take a hold on to hell
    Embracing her was like embracing a 3rd world


    [Chorus]

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    • Chantilly LAce by Big Bopper

      Hello baby, yeah, this is the Big Bopper speaking
      Oh you sweet thing
      Do I what
      Will I what
      Oh baby you know what I like

      Chantilly lace and a pretty face
      And a pony tail hanging down
      That wiggle in the walk and giggle in the talk
      Makes the world go round
      There ain't nothing in the world like a big eyed girl
      That makes me act so funny, make me spend my money
      Make me feel real loose like a long necked goose
      Like a girl, oh baby that's what I like

      What's that baby
      But, but, but, oh honey
      But, oh baby you know what I like

      What's that honey
      Pick you up at 8 and don't be late
      But baby I ain't got no money honey
      Oh alright baby you know what I like

      Don't worry, Be Happy by Bobby McFerrin

      Here's a little song I wrote
      You might want to sing it note-for-note
      Don't worry, be happy
      In every life we have some trouble
      But when you worry, you make it double
      Don't worry, be happy Don't worry, be happy now

      Ooo-oo-hoo-hoo-oo hoo-hoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry
      Woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-ooo Be happy
      Woo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry, be happy

      Ooo-oo-hoo-hoo-oo hoo-hoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry
      Woo-oo-woo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Be happy
      Woo-oo-woo-oo-ooo Don't worry, be happy

      Ain't got no place to lay your head
      Somebody came and took your bed
      Don't worry, be happy
      The landlord say your rent is late
      He may have to litigate
      Don't worry, (ha-ha ha-ha ha-ha) be happy (look at me, I'm happy)

      Ooo-oo-hoo-hoo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry
      Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Be happy
      Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo (Here, I'll give you my phone number. When you're
      worried, call me. I'll make you happy.)
      Ooo-oo-hoo-hoo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry
      Woo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo Be happy
      Woo-oo-oo-oo-ooo

      Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style
      Ain't got no gal to make you smile
      But don't worry, be happy
      'Cause when you're worried, your face will frown
      And that will bring everybody down
      So don't worry, be happy Don't worry, be happy now

      Ooo-oo-hoo-oo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry
      Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Be happy
      Woo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry, be happy

      Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry
      Woo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo Be happy
      Woo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry, be happy

      Now there, is this song I wrote
      I hope you learned it note-for-note, like good little children
      Don't worry, be happy
      A-listen to a-what I say
      In your life, expect some trouble
      When you worry you make it double
      Don't worry, be happy, be happy now

      Ooo-oo-hoo-hoo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry
      Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Be happy
      Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry, be happy

      Ooo-oo-hoo-oo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry
      Woo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Be happy
      Woo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry, be happy

      Ooo-oo-hoo-oo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry, don't worry
      Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't do it, be happy
      Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Put a smile on your face
      Don't bring everybody down like
      this
      Ooo-oo-hoo-hoo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry
      Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo It will soon pass, whatever it
      is
      Ooo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry, be happy

      (fading...)
      Ooo-oo-hoo-hoo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo I'm not worried
      Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo I'm happy
      Ooo-oo-oo-oo-ooo

      Let Down by Radiohead

      transport.
      motorways & tramlines.
      starting and then stopping.
      taking off & landing.
      the emptiest of feelings.
      disapointed people.
      clinging onto bottles.
      when it comes it's so so.
      disappointing let down and hanging around.
      crushed like a bug in the ground.
      let down and haNGING arouNd.
      shell smashed.
      juices following.
      wings twitch.
      legs are going.
      donT geT senTimental.
      it always ends up dRRiveLLLL.
      one day.
      i am goiingtogrow wings.
      a chemical reaCtion.
      hysterical & useless.
      hysterical & let down and hanging around.
      crushed like a bug in the ground.
      let down and haNGNING arouND.
      you know where you are with.
      you know where you are with.
      floor collapses floating bouncing back annd one day youLL know where you are
      "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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      • Hit the Road Jack
        Ray Charles


        Hit the road Jack,
        and don't you come back
        No more no more no more no more,
        Hit the Road Jack, and
        don't you come back no morrrrrrrre.

        What'd you say?

        Oh woman, oh woman, don't you treat me so mean,
        You're the meanest old woman that I ever have seen,
        Well I guess if you say so
        I'll have to pack my things and go (that's right)

        Now baby, listen baby, don't you treat me this-a way
        'Cause I'll be back on my feet some day,

        Don't care if you do, cause it's understood,
        You got no money, and you just ain't no good

        Well I guess if you say so
        I'll have to pack my things and go (that's right)

        That's right; hit the road Jack,
        and don't you come back
        No more no more no more no more,
        Hit the Road Jack, and
        don't you come back no more
        What'd you say?

        Well ...
        Uh, what you say?
        I didn't understand you.
        You can't mean that ...
        Aw now baby, please.
        What you trying to do to me?
        Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
        "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
        He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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        • beautiful song, just heard on the radio

          Since I Don't Have You
          Skyliners


          I don't have plans and schemes,
          and I don't have hopes and dreams.
          I don't have... anything
          Since I don't have you
          I don't have fond desires
          and I don't have... happy hours
          I don't have anything
          Since I don't have you.
          I don't have happiness, and I guess,
          I never will ever agiain.
          When you walked out on me,
          In walked 'ol misery,
          and he's been here since then.
          Now, I don't have love to share
          and I don't have one to care
          I don't have... anything
          Since I don't have you.
          "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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          • Apologies, but...

            Platypus (I Hate You) - Green Day

            Your rise and fall, back up against the wall
            What goes around is coming back and haunting you
            It's time to quit, 'cause you ain't worth the ****
            Under my shoes, or the piss on the ground

            No-one loves you, and you know it
            Don't pretend that you enjoy it
            Or deny it

            'Cause now I wouldn't lie
            Or tell you all the things you want to hear...

            I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU

            I heard you're sick, sucked on that cancer stick
            A throbbing tumour and a radiation high
            **** out of luck, and now your time is up
            It brings me pleasure just to know you're going to die

            No-one loves you, and you know it
            Don't pretend that you enjoy it
            Or deny it

            'Cause now I wouldn't lie
            Or tell you all the things you want to hear...

            I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU

            Dickface, ****face, ****-smoking mother****er
            *******, dirty ****, waste of semen, I hope you die HEY!

            Red eye, code blue, I'd like to strangle you
            And watch your eyes bulge right out of your skull
            When you go down, head first into the ground
            I'll stand above you just to piss on your grave...

            No-one loves you, and you know it
            Don't pretend that you enjoy it
            Or deny it

            'Cause now I wouldn't lie
            Or tell you all the things you want to hear...

            I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU
            I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU...
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            • Jackass - Green Day


              To know you is to hate you
              So loving you must be like suicide
              Well I don't mind
              If you don't mind
              Hell, I am not the one that's gonna die

              I guess I just can't listen
              To this one-sided conversation again
              Well I don't care
              If I don't care
              No one ever said that life was fair

              Well everybody loves a joke
              But no one likes a fool
              And you're always crackin
              The same old lines again
              You're well rehearsed on every verse
              And that was stated clear
              But no one understands your verity

              The center of attention
              And an honorable mention once again
              Congratulations
              And salutations
              You're a figment of your own imagination

              To know you is to bait you
              And you fell victim to your own denial
              Well I don't mind
              If you dont mind
              You're was...ting...all...your...time
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              • Black And Blue - New Found Glory

                It's time to open your eyes, and wake up to the morning
                Today calls out your name, and I can never be the same..
                Without you, ruining my life,
                It's what you seem to be the best at...

                Being drowned... it's more than I can say for everyone else
                I can't sleep... 'cause it's only four in the morning
                I think I ran out of dreams...
                And I can never be the same...
                Without you, ruining my life,
                It's what you seem to be the best at...

                Being drowned... it's more than I can say for everyone else

                How can you say that you love me when the world around you is changing?
                How can you say that you love me when it's only eleven-thirty?

                Ruining my life...
                That's what you seem to be the best at
                Ruining my life...
                That's what you seem to be the best... at.
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                • i know it's cliche...but...

                  Living Dead Girl by Rob ZOmbie

                  man: "Who is this irresistible creature who has an
                  insatiable love for the dead?"
                  LIVING DEAD GIRL

                  rage in the cage
                  and piss upon the stage
                  there's only one sure way
                  to bring the giant down
                  defunct the strings
                  of cemetery things
                  with one flat foot
                  on the devil's wing

                  crawl on me
                  sink into me
                  die for me
                  living dead girl
                  crawl on me
                  sink into me
                  die for me
                  living dead girl

                  raping the geek
                  and hustling the freak
                  like a hunchback juice
                  on a sentimental noose
                  operation filth
                  they love to love the wealth
                  of an SS whore
                  making scary sounds

                  crawl on me
                  sink into me
                  die for me
                  living dead girl
                  crawl on me
                  sink into me
                  die for me
                  living dead girl

                  cyclone jack
                  hallucinating hack
                  thinks donna reed
                  eats dollar bills
                  goldfoot machine
                  creates another fiend
                  so beautiful
                  they make you kill

                  crawl on me
                  sink into me
                  die for me
                  living dead girl
                  crawl on me
                  sink into me
                  die for me
                  living dead girl

                  blood on her skin
                  dripping with sin
                  do it again
                  living dead girl
                  blood on her skin
                  dripping with sin
                  do it again
                  living dead girl
                  "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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                  • Too Lazy to Format

                    "Ordinary People"
                    Neil Young

                    In a dusty town a clock struck high noon, two men stood face to face.
                    One wore black and one wore white, but of fear there wasn't a trace.
                    Two hundred years later two hot rods drag through the very same place,
                    And a half a million people
                    Moved in to pick up the pace, a factory full of people.
                    Makin' parts to go to outer space, a train load of people.
                    They were aimin' for another place, out of town people. There's a man in the window with a big cigar, says everything's for sale.
                    The house and the boat and the railroad car, the owner's gotta go to jail.
                    He acquired these things from a life of crime, now he's selling them to raise his bail.
                    He was rippin' off the people.
                    Sellin' guns to the underground, tryin' to help the people.
                    Lose their ass for a piece of ground, rippin' off the people.
                    Skimmin' the top when there was no one around, tryin' to help the people. He was dealing antiques in a hardware store but he sure had a lot to hide.
                    He had a backroom full of the guns of war and a ton of ammunition besides.
                    Well, he walked with a cane, kept a bolt on the door with five pit bulls inside,
                    Just a warning to the people
                    Who might try to break in at night, protection from the people.
                    Selling safety in the darkest night, tryin' to help the people.
                    Get the drugs to the street all right, ordinary people. Well, it's hard to say where a man goes wrong, might be here and it might be there.
                    What starts out weak might get too strong, if you can't tell foul from fair.
                    But it's hard to judge from an angry throng of hands stretched into the air,
                    The vigilante people.
                    Takin' law into their own hands, conscientious people.
                    Crackin' down on the druglord's land, government people.
                    Confiscatin' all the dealer's land, patch-of-ground people. Down at the factory, they're puttin' new windows in.
                    The vandals made a mess of things, and the homeless just walked right in.
                    Well, they worked here once, and they live here now, but they might work here again,
                    They're ordinary people.
                    And they're livin' in a nightmare, hard workin' people.
                    And they don't know how they go there, ordinary people.
                    And they think that you don't care, hard workin' people. Down on the assembly line, they keep puttin' the same thing out.
                    But the people today, they just ain't buyin', nobody can figure it out.
                    Well, they try like hell to build a quality end, they're workin' hard without a doubt,
                    They're ordinary people.
                    And the dollar's what it's all about, hard workin' people.
                    But the customers are walkin' out, Lee Iacocca people.
                    Yeah, they look but they just don't buy, hard workin' people. Two out of work models and a fashion slave try to dance away the Michelob night.
                    The bartender poured himself another drink, while two drunks sat watchin' the fight.
                    The champ went down, then he got up again, and then he went out like a light,
                    He was fightin' for the people.
                    But his timing wasn't right, for Las Vegas people
                    Who came to see a Las Vegas fight, high rollin' people.
                    Takin' limos though the neon night, fightin' for the people. And then a new Rolls Royce and a company car they went flyin' down the street.
                    Each one tryin' to make it to the gate before employees manned the fleet.
                    The trucks full of products for the modern home, set to roll out into the street
                    Of downtown people.
                    Tryin' to make their way to work, nose-to-the-stone people.
                    Some are saints, and some are jerks, hard workin' people.
                    Stoppin' for a drink on the way to work, alcoholic people.
                    Yeah Yeah, they're takin' it one day, one day at a time. Out on the railroad track, they're cleanin' up number nine.
                    They're scrubbin' the boiler down, well, she really is lookin' fine.
                    Awe, she's lookin' so good, they're gonna bring her back on line,
                    Ordinary people.
                    They're gonna bring the good things back, nose-to-the stone people.
                    Put the business back on track, ordinary people.
                    I got faith in the regular kind, hard workin' people,
                    Patch-of-ground people.
                    "Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before. He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way. "
                    -Bokonon

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                    • "Southern Man"
                      Neil Young

                      Southern man better keep your head
                      Don't forget what your good book said
                      Southern change gonna come at last
                      Now your crosses are burning fast
                      Southern man I saw cotton and I saw black
                      Tall white mansions and little shacks.
                      Southern man when will you pay them back?
                      I heard screamin' and bullwhips cracking
                      How long? How long? Southern man better keep your head
                      Don't forget what your good book said
                      Southern change gonna come at last
                      Now your crosses are burning fast
                      Southern man Lily Belle, your hair is golden brown
                      I've seen your black man comin' round
                      Swear by God I'm gonna cut him down!
                      I heard screamin' and bullwhips cracking
                      How long? How long?
                      "Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before. He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way. "
                      -Bokonon

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                      • Pardon Me by INcubus

                        Pardon Me While I burst
                        Pardon Me While I burst (INTRO)

                        A decade ago, I never thought I would be,
                        At twnety-three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion.
                        Woe-is-me.
                        But I guess that it comes with a the territory,
                        An omnious landscape of never-ending calamity.
                        I need you to hear, I need you to see
                        That I have had all I can take and
                        Exploding seems like a definate possibility to me.


                        So pardon me while I burst into flames.
                        I've had enough of the world that is people's mindless games.
                        So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
                        Pardon me, pardon me... No never be the same. (CHORUS)

                        Not two days ago, I was having a look in a book
                        And I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees.
                        I said, "I can relate,"
                        cause lately I've been thinking of combustion action.
                        As a welcomed vacation from the burdens of the planet Earth.
                        Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D...
                        But thinking so much differently.

                        Pardon me while I burst into flames.
                        I've had enough of the world that is people's mindless games.
                        So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
                        Pardon me, pardon me... I'll never be the same.

                        Never be the same… yeah

                        Pardon me while I burst into flames
                        Pardon me… Pardon me … Pardon me

                        So Pardon me while I burst into flames.
                        I've had enough of the world that is people's mindless games.
                        So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
                        Pardon me, pardon me... I'll never be the same.

                        Pardon me…
                        Never be the same… yeah.
                        "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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                        • Anytime You Need a Friend
                          mariah

                          If you're lonely
                          And need a friend
                          And troubles seem like
                          They never end
                          Just remember to keep the faith
                          And love will be there to light the way
                          Anytime you need a friend
                          I will be here
                          You'll never be alone again
                          So don't you fear
                          Even if you're miles away
                          I'm by your side
                          So don't you ever be lonely
                          Love will make it alright
                          When the shadows are closing in
                          And your spirit diminishing
                          Just remember you're not alone
                          And love will be there
                          To guide you home
                          Anytime you need a friend
                          I will be here
                          You'll never be alone again
                          So don't you fear
                          Even if you're miles away
                          I'm by your side
                          So don't you ever be lonely
                          Love will make it alright
                          If you just believe in me
                          I will love you endlessly
                          Take my hand
                          Take me into your heart
                          I'll be there forever baby
                          I won't let go
                          I'll never let go
                          Anytime you need a friend
                          I will be here
                          You'll never be alone again
                          So don't you fear
                          Even if you're miles away
                          I'm by your side
                          So don't you ever be lonely
                          It's alright
                          It's alright
                          "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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                          • For Rubin "Hurricane" Carter

                            Hurricane
                            Bob Dylan

                            Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
                            Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
                            She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
                            Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
                            Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
                            The man the authorities came to blame
                            For somethin' that he never done.
                            Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
                            The champion of the world.

                            Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
                            And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
                            "I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
                            "I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
                            I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
                            "One of us had better call up the cops."
                            And so Patty calls the cops
                            And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
                            In the hot New Jersey night.

                            Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
                            Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
                            Number one contender for the middleweight crown
                            Had no idea what kinda **** was about to go down
                            When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
                            Just like the time before and the time before that.
                            In Paterson that's just the way things go.
                            If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
                            'Less you wanna draw the heat.

                            Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
                            Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
                            He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
                            They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
                            And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
                            Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
                            So they took him to the infirmaryAnd though this man could hardly see
                            They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

                            Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
                            Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
                            The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
                            Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
                            Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
                            The man the authorities came to blame
                            For somethin' that he never done.
                            Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
                            The champion of the world.

                            Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
                            Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
                            While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
                            And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
                            "Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
                            "Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
                            "You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
                            "Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
                            "Don't forget that you are white."

                            Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
                            Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
                            We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
                            Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
                            You'll be doin' society a favor.
                            That sonofa***** is brave and gettin' braver.
                            We want to put his ass in stir
                            We want to pin this triple murder on him
                            He ain't no Gentleman Jim.

                            "Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
                            But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
                            It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
                            And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
                            Up to some paradise
                            Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
                            And ride a horse along a trail.
                            But then they took him to the jail house
                            Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

                            All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
                            The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
                            The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
                            To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
                            And to the black folks he was just a crazy ******.
                            No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
                            And though they could not produce the gun,
                            The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
                            And the all-white jury agreed.

                            Rubin Carter was falsely tried.The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
                            Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
                            And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
                            How can the life of such a man
                            Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
                            To see him obviously framed
                            Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
                            Where justice is a game.

                            Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
                            Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
                            While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
                            An innocent man in a living hell.
                            That's the story of the Hurricane,
                            But it won't be over till they clear his name
                            And give him back the time he's done.
                            Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
                            The champion of the world.




                            Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                            "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                            He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                            • MASCOT MANIA
                              (Jello Biafra/Mojo Nixon)


                              When I was young
                              Saw football games
                              At the great big stadium
                              Could tell the fans
                              From out of town
                              By the clown suits they had on

                              20,000 red cowboy hats
                              Means Cornhuskers to you
                              Mickey Mouse beans
                              With tiger ears
                              Shows you cheer ol' Mizzou
                              Let's not forget the Razorbacks
                              From the U. of Arkansas
                              With plastic pig snouts
                              On their heads
                              Soon eeeing, "How 'bout them Hawgs?"

                              Chorus:

                              That's
                              Mascot Mania
                              Mascot Mania
                              Uh-huh
                              Uh-huh
                              Mascot Mania
                              Mascot Mania
                              Uh-huh
                              Uh-huh

                              I work all week
                              At a job I hate
                              Where everything goes wrong
                              Weekend's what I live for
                              To your church I belong

                              I cross the street in San Francisco
                              When a chump comes out of a bar
                              Yellin', "Forty-****in' Niiners, man"
                              With his gold and red jacket on

                              In Cleveland throwing dog biscuits
                              Shows how much ya love them Browns
                              While Bronco fans just hang their heads
                              When the Super Bowl comes around

                              Raider jacket dollars
                              Got the White Sox wearin' black
                              Statues of Joe Paterno
                              Sold in gift shops at Penn State

                              That's Mascot Mania

                              Don't make fun of religious rituals
                              In any place
                              Lord help you if you laugh
                              While they do this with a straight face

                              Outside of the United States
                              It gets even more bizarre
                              In Tokyo they got a baseball team
                              They call the Carp

                              The Salmonnbellies are the pride
                              of New Westminster, B.C.
                              C'mon, Greg Wrckman, what's a Hoosier?
                              And why do they throw chairs?

                              When Sudbury, Ontario's
                              Hockey team scores a goal
                              They drag a stuffed wolf
                              Cross the ice
                              A fan shot at it once, ya know

                              That's Mascot Mania

                              Blue Streak
                              Horned Frogs
                              Long Horns
                              Trojans

                              Someone better tell Tipper Gore
                              'Bout the names of these here teams

                              Tar Heels
                              Garnecocks
                              Blue Devils
                              Crimson Tide

                              Real Indians
                              Sick of Redskins
                              And Tomahawk chops

                              It seems to me
                              That to stay mean
                              These names should change with time

                              The New York Muggers
                              Detroit Murders
                              And Chicago Mob

                              Boston Bigots
                              Texas Swindlers
                              And the L.A. Cops

                              Miami Drugs
                              New Jersey Dumps
                              Take on the Denver Smog

                              Seattle Fads
                              New Orleans Hoods
                              Milwaukee Cannibals

                              San Diego Jarheads
                              And the Arizona Drought

                              That's Mascot Mania
                              Uh-huh
                              Uh-huh

                              Go Carp, go!
                              Salmonbellies rule!
                              Hit 'em harder cops!
                              But a hockey team called the Mighty Ducks?
                              Aw, man.

                              Heads explode when Dallas Oswalds
                              Meet Washington Bribes
                              Home team bands play "Cop Killer"
                              When L.A. comes to town

                              Pittsburgh Polluters
                              Houston Drive-Bys
                              Don't stir near the fear

                              When the Florida Abortion Bombers
                              Meets the San Francisco Queers

                              That's Mascot Mania
                              Uh-huh
                              Uh-huh

                              Anywhere ya go
                              The game's the same old thing
                              Bet your money on the Bribes
                              They always win

                              JOCK-O-RAMA
                              Dead Kennedys


                              You really like gorillas?
                              We've got just the pet for you
                              It's the way you're forced to act
                              To survive our schools

                              Make your whole life revolve around sports
                              Walk tough - Don't act too smart
                              Be a mean machine
                              Then we'll let you get ahead

                              (chorus)
                              Jock-O-Rama - Save my soul
                              We're under the thumb of the Beef Patrol
                              The future of America is in their hands
                              Watch it roll over Niagara Falls

                              Pep rally in the holy temple
                              And you're forced to go
                              Masturbate en masse
                              With the favored religious cult

                              Cheerleaders yell - 'Ra Ra Team'
                              From the locker room parades the prime beef
                              When archaeologists dig this up
                              They'll either laugh or cry

                              Jock-O-Rama - On the brain
                              Redneck-a-thon drivin' me insane
                              The future of America is in their hands
                              Watch it roll over Niagara Falls

                              Unzip that old-time religion
                              On the almighty football field
                              Beerbellies of all ages
                              Come to watch the gladiators bleed

                              'Now boys, this game ain't played for fun
                              You're going out there to win
                              How d'ya win?
                              Get out there
                              And snap the other guy's knee!'

                              Beat 'em up! Beat 'em up!
                              Ra Ra Ra
                              Snap those spinal cords
                              Ha Ha Ha

                              The star quarterback lies injured
                              Unconscious on the football field
                              Looks like his neck's been broken
                              Seems to happen somewhere every year

                              His mom and dad clutch themselves and cry
                              Their favorite son will never walk again
                              Coach says, 'That boy gave a hundred percent
                              What spirit
                              What a man'

                              But who cares?
                              Game's over - Let's go get wasted man
                              To the 7-11, to the liquor store
                              Let's party all night and party some more

                              Another Trans-Am
                              Wrapped itself around a telephone pole
                              'I ain't drunk, officer
                              I just fell gettin' out of my car'

                              Don't worry about it, son
                              We were that way when we were young
                              You've got all the skills
                              To make a damn good businessman

                              Jock-O-Rama - that's the law
                              Come lick the butts of the Beef Patrol
                              If the future of America is handed to them
                              Watch it roll over Niagara Falls
                              "Spirit merges with matter to sanctify the universe. Matter transcends to return to spirit. The interchangeability of matter and spirit means the starlit magic of the outermost life of our universe becomes the soul-light magic of the innermost life of our self." - Dennis Kucinich, candidate for the U. S. presidency
                              "That’s the future of the Democratic Party: providing Republicans with a number of cute (but not that bright) comfort women." - Adam Yoshida, Canada's gift to the world

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                              • Have I Told You Lately
                                rod stewart

                                Have I Told You Lalety that I love you?
                                Have I told you there's no one else above you?
                                Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness,
                                Ease my troubles, that's what you do.

                                For the morning sun in all it's glory,
                                Meets the day with hope and comfort too,
                                You fill my life with laughter, somehow you make it better,
                                Ease my troubles, that's what you do.

                                There's a love less defined,
                                And its yours and its mine,
                                Like the sun.
                                And at the end of the day,
                                We should give thanks and pray,
                                To The One, to The One.

                                Have I Told You Lately that I love you?
                                Have I told you there's no one else above you?
                                Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness,
                                Ease my troubles, that's what you do.

                                There's a love less defined,
                                And its yours and its mine,
                                Like the sun.
                                And at the end of the day,
                                We should give thanks and pray,
                                To The One, to The One.

                                Have I Told You Lately That I Love you?
                                Have I told you there's no one else above you?
                                Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness,
                                Ease my troubles, that's waht you do.

                                Take away all my sadness, fill my life with gladness,
                                Ease my troubles, that's what you do.

                                Take away all my sadness, fill my life with gladness,
                                Ease my troubles, that's what you do.
                                "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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