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Re: Favourite spiritual lyrics? [Re: I AM SWIM]
#14088064 - 03/08/11 06:00 PM (12 years, 10 months ago) |
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If you like UK hip-hop you may like Meat Beat Manifesto's "Solid Waste"
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Re: Favourite spiritual lyrics? [Re: circastes]
#14088133 - 03/08/11 06:16 PM (12 years, 10 months ago) |
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This is some better stuff actually.
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Re: Favourite spiritual lyrics? [Re: circastes]
#14088173 - 03/08/11 06:25 PM (12 years, 10 months ago) |
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Thanks for the interesting lyrics so far everyone.
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Re: Favourite spiritual lyrics? [Re: Grapefruit]
#14095581 - 03/09/11 11:00 PM (12 years, 10 months ago) |
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Grapefruit said: I’m the space man cowboy, psychedelic psychic. Paranoid, schizoid, counting all my vices. I’m fighting all my blessings, I’m caught up in a crisis. Although my sleeps deathless, days seem lifeless.
I Scream at existence, it answers with silence. Silence to questions without bursts of violence I’m lost in the maze where I found my reality. I triumph on self-defeat, I beat my self gradually. I drove myself mad, searching for sanity. I lost my way home while exploring the galaxies. I’m fueling these fires that burn my mentality. My muse is abuse in a long road of tragedies. I drown in the depths of my bitter self knowledge. I used all my bravery trying to have courage. I seek for forgiveness, but beg to be punished. I fight for my freedom, while chained to these gutters. I find all my comforts in deep insecurities. I spoilt what’s beautiful, looking for impurities. I’m buried in the lie, trying to live my life truthfully. I sail my ship alone and I’m still having mutinies. I’m wearing a disguise, hiding from the phonies. I’m hiding from myself, but I’m scared of being lonely. The world’s like a cell God created just to hold me. My life’s like a game where my death is the trophy.
I’m the space man cowboy, psychedelic psychic. Paranoid, schizoid, counting all my vices. I’m fighting all my blessings, I’m caught up in a crisis. Although my sleeps deathless, my days seem lifeless.
Although I keep aging, memories are timeless. I drink to forget, an empty bottle’s my reminder. I live for the wisdom and die trying to hide from it. My theories are terminal, my lifestyle’s survivalist. I’m weary of science, but a slave to the scientists. I dig my own grave, but too afraid to lie in it. Straight from the snake pit, into the Lion’s den. Fighting the beast, ‘cos it won’t let the violence end. Searching for peace in a war torn environment. Holding the torch that no one’s igniting yet. Walking into darkness, scared ‘cos I’m fearless. Fighting with the demon’s even though they ain’t appeared yet. Trying to see it clearly when I’ve never got a clear head. So far from living, yet I’m so scared to greet death. Sure that I’ll drown with this strange urge to seek depth. Wisdom’s invisible, I’m still trying to see sense! Trapped in procedures, we take to gain freedom. Fighting for strength, yet way beyond healing. Searching for love, even though I can’t receive it. Preaching the truth, unsure if I believe it.
“Man is an animal that busies himself among forbidden things.
Then an angel falls. To begin meaningless.
Spectres with heads of flame.
Then silence.
And stillness.
And, night.
Over the Universe.”
Trapped in a labyrinth, cold and lonely.
A thousand years of nothing, eternally controls me.
The world’s like a cell God created just to hold me.
My life’s like a game where my death is the trophy.
Trapped in a labyrinth, cold and lonely.
A thousand years of nothing, eternally controls me.
The world’s like a cell God created just to hold me.
My life’s like a game where my death is the trophy.
Praise Judy Clay, we shall not grow weary.
Burnt from within, it’s The Wiccaman Theory.
Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn.
Praise Judy Clay, we shall not grow weary.
Burnt from within, it’s The Wiccaman Theory.
Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn.
wow
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Re: Favourite spiritual lyrics? [Re: circastes]
#14095890 - 03/10/11 12:07 AM (12 years, 10 months ago) |
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circastes said:
Quote:
Grapefruit said: I’m the space man cowboy, psychedelic psychic. Paranoid, schizoid, counting all my vices. I’m fighting all my blessings, I’m caught up in a crisis. Although my sleeps deathless, days seem lifeless.
I Scream at existence, it answers with silence. Silence to questions without bursts of violence I’m lost in the maze where I found my reality. I triumph on self-defeat, I beat my self gradually. I drove myself mad, searching for sanity. I lost my way home while exploring the galaxies. I’m fueling these fires that burn my mentality. My muse is abuse in a long road of tragedies. I drown in the depths of my bitter self knowledge. I used all my bravery trying to have courage. I seek for forgiveness, but beg to be punished. I fight for my freedom, while chained to these gutters. I find all my comforts in deep insecurities. I spoilt what’s beautiful, looking for impurities. I’m buried in the lie, trying to live my life truthfully. I sail my ship alone and I’m still having mutinies. I’m wearing a disguise, hiding from the phonies. I’m hiding from myself, but I’m scared of being lonely. The world’s like a cell God created just to hold me. My life’s like a game where my death is the trophy.
I’m the space man cowboy, psychedelic psychic. Paranoid, schizoid, counting all my vices. I’m fighting all my blessings, I’m caught up in a crisis. Although my sleeps deathless, my days seem lifeless.
Although I keep aging, memories are timeless. I drink to forget, an empty bottle’s my reminder. I live for the wisdom and die trying to hide from it. My theories are terminal, my lifestyle’s survivalist. I’m weary of science, but a slave to the scientists. I dig my own grave, but too afraid to lie in it. Straight from the snake pit, into the Lion’s den. Fighting the beast, ‘cos it won’t let the violence end. Searching for peace in a war torn environment. Holding the torch that no one’s igniting yet. Walking into darkness, scared ‘cos I’m fearless. Fighting with the demon’s even though they ain’t appeared yet. Trying to see it clearly when I’ve never got a clear head. So far from living, yet I’m so scared to greet death. Sure that I’ll drown with this strange urge to seek depth. Wisdom’s invisible, I’m still trying to see sense! Trapped in procedures, we take to gain freedom. Fighting for strength, yet way beyond healing. Searching for love, even though I can’t receive it. Preaching the truth, unsure if I believe it.
“Man is an animal that busies himself among forbidden things.
Then an angel falls. To begin meaningless.
Spectres with heads of flame.
Then silence.
And stillness.
And, night.
Over the Universe.”
Trapped in a labyrinth, cold and lonely.
A thousand years of nothing, eternally controls me.
The world’s like a cell God created just to hold me.
My life’s like a game where my death is the trophy.
Trapped in a labyrinth, cold and lonely.
A thousand years of nothing, eternally controls me.
The world’s like a cell God created just to hold me.
My life’s like a game where my death is the trophy.
Praise Judy Clay, we shall not grow weary.
Burnt from within, it’s The Wiccaman Theory.
Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn.
Praise Judy Clay, we shall not grow weary.
Burnt from within, it’s The Wiccaman Theory.
Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn.
wow
wow indeed!
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Re: Favourite spiritual lyrics? [Re: Chronic7]
#14095901 - 03/10/11 12:10 AM (12 years, 10 months ago) |
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The Chronic said:
I close my eyes only for a moment and the moment's gone all my dreams pass before my eyes a curiosity dust in the wind all we are is dust in the wind
Same old song just a drop of water in the endless sea all we do crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see dust in the wind all we are is dust in the wind
Now, don't hang on nothing last forever but the earth and sky it slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy
Dust in the wind all we are is dust in the wind dust in the wind everything is dust in the wind
Gotta love that one
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Grapefruit
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Chester P is a lyrical genius.
-------------------- Little left in the way of energy; or the way of love, yet happy to entertain myself playing mental games with the rest of you freaks until the rivers run backwards. "Chat your fraff Chat your fraff Just chat your fraff Chat your fraff"
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Re: Favourite spiritual lyrics? [Re: Grapefruit]
#14117878 - 03/14/11 01:58 AM (12 years, 10 months ago) |
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DYING FETUS - STOP AT NOTHING
Compelled to eternal hate, censure of the mob, submit to them Pressured from the outside, prevailing herd mentality, fearing deviation Traumatized, retreat and submit, habitual failure, they no longer attempt Resist all efforts at change, practice the routine
Fake courage to impress the other sheep All cowards in their own pointless, twisted fate
Constant friction, voicings of new converts, don't know shit Arbitrary changes visit ownership upon me
Do I look like I need you to rearrange my realm? Drift through the motions of your predetermined course Escape the dreary confines of your present circle Solve your internal conflict, mend your own life
Follow useless trends, fucking with my mind, indignant lies that I reject I care less and less for your weak opinion, pretension, pomposity Reinforce your fear, admonishment of fools, path of least resistance Bottomless mass of simpletons
Uncover your own future, ignore the losers words Endure the pessimism, projections of the timid Escape the dreary confines of your present circle Solve your infernal conflict, before your demise
Reinforce your fear, admonishment of fools, path of least resistance I care less and less for your weak opinion, pretension, pomposity You're not qualified to deliver me, realize, drop your crusade Nothing will prevent the ends I have chosen
Agonizing reapprisal, long ago I came unto my own Discard the worthless bullshit, comprehend the revelations beyond Hypocrites eating shit, choking on the spewings they never lived by Estimations of lesser men, self-fulfilled to their dead ends
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