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In MY Time of Dying by Zepparella
(Bonham/Jones/Page/Plant) but was originally done by Blind Willie Johnson (originally titled "Jesus Make Up My Dying Bed",1928). It was also recorded by Josh White in the 30s, and by Bob Dylan on his first album in 1962.
In my time of dying, want nobody to mourn All I want for you to do is take my body home
Well, well, well, so I can die easy (X2)
Jesus, gonna make up my dyin' bed. Meet me, Jesus, meet me. Meet me in the middle of the air If my wings should fail me, Lord. Please meet me with another pair
Well, well, well, so I can die easy (X2)
Jesus, gonna make up.. somebody, somebody... Jesus gonna make up... Jesus gonna make you my dyin' bed
Oh, Saint Peter, at the gates of heaven... Won't you let me in I never did no harm. I never did no wrong
Oh, Gabriel, let me blow your horn. Let me blow your horn Oh, I never did, did no harm.
I've only been this young once. I never thought I'd do anybody no wrong No, not once.
Oh, I did somebody some good. Somebody some good... Oh, did somebody some good. I must have did somebody some good... Oh, I believe I did
I see the smiling faces I know I must have left some traces
And I see them in the streets And I see them in the field And I hear them shouting under my feet And I know it's got to be real Oh, Lord, deliver me All the wrong I've done You can deliver me, Lord I only wanted to have some fun.
Hear the angels marchin', hear the' marchin', hear them marchin', hear them marchin', the' marchin'
Oh my Jesus... (repeat)
Oh, don't you make it my dyin', dyin', dyin'...cough
(Studio Chatter: "That's gonna be the one 'asn't it?" "Come have a listen, then. " Oh yes, thank you.")
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hTx
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CosmicJoke said: i saw grizzly bear at bonnaroo that was a good day, woke up to the sun rising and had seen the dirty projectors, kaki king, grizzly bear all before noon
htx - never heard it, but twas decent... as far as rap goes, antipop consortium, dose one, roots manuva, latyrx, aesop rock, beans, and busdriver currently reside on my iphone
You should check out k-rino..pretty amazing lyricist and hilarious at that.
-------------------- zen by age ten times six hundred lifetimes Light up the darkness.
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Re: Post a song [Re: hTx]
#19230430 - 12/05/13 09:19 AM (10 years, 1 month ago) |
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-------------------- "Don't believe everything you think". -Anom. " All that lives was born to die"-Anom. With much wisdom comes much sorrow, The more knowledge, the more grief. Ecclesiastes circa 350 BC
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I over did it. I just had to.
Call me when you are free.
Let me preface whatever's gonna happen in the future With the fact I'm not your typical cat rapping to shoot ya. Anything given certificate is under ownership. Once you know the true predicament, you've got a bone to pick Citizens had to be pledged as collateral chattel Before the monarch could start the international battle. They tricked your parents into a human monopoly. That's why they registered you as biological property. When Britain hatched the plan to snatch the land They gave you illegal fiction now that's the jam You find yourself stuck in. You're such a cool victim, Indoctrinated in Rockefeller's public school system. Your presidents work directly for the Crown truly. I did my due diligence cause it's my dedicated duty. Fuck bureaucrats trying to fool me. The Commonwealth is dying to rule me. All I can tell them is welcome to Itanimulli.
Chorus You could be free again Oh that would be grand Only if you would see my friend First you must understand They pathologically pretend Hoping to get you on the ship Better to persuade you to agree with them And it will never cease to end Perpetual conflict Free again Indeed you can take the shackles off But have you ever really been? According to Maritime Admiralty Law? You never will be free my friend If you fail to reclaim Your tax money they freely spend On wars that never seem to end.
United States is not a country but a corporation Contractually created by the Constitution Let there be no debate. Your founding fathers intended you to be a citizen on your respective state, Not a citizen of the US Domiciled in Washington DC oh yes. Prior to 1921 upon arrival, The birth of babies was recorded in the family Bible. But after the great depression people really lost their noodle So they signed a document that simply squandered all their scruples Joining the ranks of former slaves children Becoming a 14th Amendment citizen. The Social Security Act written by actors, Manufactured to make it look like a beautiful package. Too bad you never heard the news The Social Security Act equals voluntary servitude. (Notice the deceptive language.)
You bow to tyranny again And voluntarily my friend 14th amendment citizen You better learn to speak to them If you want to be free again.
The president of the United States don't answer to the queen. He answers to some shadowy cats that you've never seen. Frank Vanderlip wrote about it in the Evening Post. Now the creature from Jekyll Island is robbing you blind While he's smiling at you cause he's just a ghost. To get a job in America you need a SSN. To go to work in Canada you need a card people call a SIN. They change the names but it's all the same no matter where you've been. They declared an emergency in 1933 and it certainly speaks to the state you're in. I got a son that I cannot call a kid. If I have my way I'm gonna get him off the grid. I got a beautiful girl named Sophie on the way, And if they try to stick a little chip in my children forget the gazillion They're really gonna have to pay. You have no fear anymore...You're completely free.
Massing Music for a Modern Martyr - I find the following fascinating, and it is where my head is often. For those who don`t know, all of these songs are about a radio host who was killed in 2001 by police on his front yard, martyring him and his provocative radio show, the `hour of the time`. It is evident his impact on American consciousness is significant, and these songs are just a small sample of such evidence.
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Sse
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While horsemen ride across the green Snow White still remains unseen Pegasus, the winged horse Relays his messages by Morse
And like some pirate sailor We crossed the Spanish Main And brought our magic carpet To a marble staircased plain
While Handel plays his melody Doctors cause uncertainty And though I know the lifeguard's brave There is no one for him to save
And like some pirate sailor We crossed the Spanish Main And brought our magic carpet To a marble staircased plain
Cock Robin views his frozen feet And wraps them in a winding sheet And calls out for his favorite drink The Persian that's as warm as mink
And like some pirate sailor We crossed the Spanish Main And brought our magic carpet To a marble staircased plain
-------------------- "Springs of water welling from the fire" "Life may seem to flee in a moment, but when the mind is freed of the veil of ignorance, and illusion that comes between the mind and the truth, life and death are only opposite sides of the same coin - "water welling from the fire."
"Within us, we carry the world of no-birth and no-death. But we never touch it, because we live only with our notions." -Thich Nhat Hanh instant "Experience always goes beyond ideas"
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Icelander
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Re: Post a song [Re: Sse]
#19251079 - 12/09/13 04:31 PM (10 years, 1 month ago) |
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One of my favorite bands. Check out this one from them. It's way beyond trippy. Glimpses of Nirvana In the darkness of the night, only occasionally relieved by glimpses of Nirvana as seen through other people's windows, wallowing in a morass of self-despair made only more painful by the knowledge that all I am is of my own making ... When everything around me, even the kitchen ceiling, has collapsed and crumbled without warning. And I am left, standing alive and well, looking up and wondering why and wherefore. At a time like this, which exists maybe only for me, but is nonetheless real, if I can communicate, and in the telling and the bearing of my soul anything is gained, even though the words which I use are pretentious and make you cringe with embarrassment, let me remind you of the pilgrim who asked for an audience with the Dalai Lama. He was told he must first spend five years in contemplation. After the five years, he was ushered into the Dalai Lama's presence, who said, 'Well, my son, what do you wish to know?' So the pilgrim said, 'I wish to know the meaning of life, father.' And the Dalai Lama smiled and said, 'Well my son, life is like a beanstalk, isn't it?' Held close by that which some despise which some call fake, and others lies And somewhat small for one so tall a doubting Thomas who would be? It's written plain for all to see for one who I am with no more it's hard at times, it's awful raw They say that Jesus healed the sick and helped the poor and those unsure believed his eyes - a strange disguise Still write it down, it might be read nothing's better left unsaid only sometimes, still no doubt it's hard to see, it all works out
'Twas Tea-time at the Circus 'Twas tea-time at the circus: King Jimi, he was there Through hoops he skipped, high wires he tripped, and all the while the glare of the aching, baking spotlight beat down upon his cloak and though the crowd clapped furiously they could not see the joke 'Twas tea-time at the circus, though some might not agree as jugglers danced, and horses pranced and clowns clowned endlessly But trunk to tail the elephants quite silent, never spoke and though the crowd clapped desperately they could not see the joke
In the Autumn of My Madness In the autumn of my madness when my hair is turning grey for the milk has finally curdled and I've nothing left to say When all my thoughts are spoken (save my last departing birds) bring all my friends unto me and I'll strangle them with words In the autumn of my madness which in coming won't be long for the nights are now much darker and the daylight's not so strong and the things which I believed in are no longer quite enough for the knowing is much harder and the going's getting rough
Look to Your Soul I know if I'd been wiser this would never have occurred but I wallowed in my blindness so it's plain that I deserve for the sin of self-indulgence when the truth was writ quite clear I must spend my life amongst the dead who spend their lives in fear of a death that they're not sure of, of a life they can't control It's all so simple really if you just look to your soul Some say that I'm a wise man, some think that I'm a fool It doesn't matter either way: I'll be a wise man's fool For the lesson lies in learning and by teaching I'll be taught for there's nothing hidden anywhere, it's all there to be sought And so if you know anything look closely at the time at others who remain untrue and don't commit that crime
-------------------- "Don't believe everything you think". -Anom. " All that lives was born to die"-Anom. With much wisdom comes much sorrow, The more knowledge, the more grief. Ecclesiastes circa 350 BC
Edited by Icelander (12/09/13 04:38 PM)
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Guitar Bushido
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It'll be track # 11 'Skies' - just click it. Disregard the band name also. This is the apex of Progressive Metal.
Cough, gasp, and sputter, spinning helplessly down toward the earth. A loss of control, the sky swallows whole. Spinning down, down. Forever falling down, down, down.
But is it entirely a flightless fall? No deceptive currents, no rise at all? Maybe it’s too naive to not jump ship when deviating so drastically from the initial script.
Tremble beneath the weight of inevitability, and all the casualties therein. Cower in the shadow of the ever-present sun, witness eclipsing, eclipsing, eclipsed.
Is it completely void? Or is the truth in shade? Are all the facts before us a masquerade? Suffering no deceit, no selfish lies, we stand in our own crypt and we mobilize, waking up to blazing heat and the stench of rancid meat. Don’t have the patience or the time to repeat mistakes. Like high, hot hauls, through highway tolls with bigger brothers for hungry trolls. Each horn sharpened by eye sockets torn, standing on the graves of the worn. Welcome to the place integrity is born. Heart in the right place, just missing the mark. Feigning exception is a shot in the dark. With no remorse and no regret, is anybody listening yet?
Tremble beneath the weight of inevitability, and all the casualties therein. Cower in the shadow of the ever-present sun, witness eclipsing, eclipsing, eclipsed.
Bask in uncertainty. Strange things can happen when faced with adversity. Ask and you shall receive, or swing frantic your arms. Fate is nothing but a nervous belief. I don’t believe the end is in pavement. I don’t believe there’s anything beneath. I don’t believe there’s death in the basement, no I don’t believe.
No I don’t believe.
Embrace the fall, there is no end. No ambiguous hypothesis to comprehend. No bruised and battered egos in descent’s entire ethos. No magnificent creation myth. No wind to pad the story with. Only I will never quit, or watch my brothers quit, but I’ll lower down a lifeboat if you’re abandoning the ship. “True sailing’s dead,” should have been the first thing said before the writing could be written, before the writing could be read.
The wreckage was never found, but the black box was recovered. The message therein profound. In our final moments our true names are all discovered. So let it fall, fall. Even if it turns out to be futile, at least we couldn’t ask for a sky so clear or a day more beautiful. They’ll never find the wreckage, transcending all human languages. Just a promise and a final message: the descent is all there truly ever is. Just a promise and a final message: the descent is all there ever is. Just a promise and a, just a promise and a final message: the fall is all there ever is. Just a promise and a final message: the descent is all there ever is. Just a promise and a, just a promise and a final message: the fall is all there ever is.
Stumble beneath the radar, big holes in each great city is all the evidence I need. Knowledge often beckons and can lead astray. Whisper release me, release me, release. Dive into an endless sea. No reason to falter no plan supersedes. Altering frequencies, but we welcome the change. Fate is nothing but a nervous disease.
Cough, gasp, and sputter, spinning helplessly down toward the earth. A loss of control, the sky swallows whole. Spinning down, down. Forever falling down, down, down.
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Icelander
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Great lyrics
True sailing’s dead,
A tribute to Jimbo.
-------------------- "Don't believe everything you think". -Anom. " All that lives was born to die"-Anom. With much wisdom comes much sorrow, The more knowledge, the more grief. Ecclesiastes circa 350 BC
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Sse
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nice
the lyrics haha... I like, thank you for sharing.. gonna have to check more of their stuff out
-------------------- "Springs of water welling from the fire" "Life may seem to flee in a moment, but when the mind is freed of the veil of ignorance, and illusion that comes between the mind and the truth, life and death are only opposite sides of the same coin - "water welling from the fire."
"Within us, we carry the world of no-birth and no-death. But we never touch it, because we live only with our notions." -Thich Nhat Hanh instant "Experience always goes beyond ideas"
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lolwut
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Re: Post a song [Re: Sse]
#19261994 - 12/11/13 06:56 PM (10 years, 1 month ago) |
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I'll post a song from me to you Icelander;
-------------------- Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth, and taste...
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Icelander
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Re: Post a song [Re: lolwut]
#19262149 - 12/11/13 07:24 PM (10 years, 1 month ago) |
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Many such women have wanted to tap my essence by consuming my vital bodily fluids. 
However I am waiting for the ONE!
-------------------- "Don't believe everything you think". -Anom. " All that lives was born to die"-Anom. With much wisdom comes much sorrow, The more knowledge, the more grief. Ecclesiastes circa 350 BC
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lolwut
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If not this life then the next
-------------------- Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth, and taste...
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Sse
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Re: Post a song [Re: Sse]
#19265547 - 12/12/13 12:24 PM (10 years, 1 month ago) |
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Oh yeah!
Redlight Stop right there where you are Redlight Stop right there where you are (There where you are)
Out of the frying pan, into the fire Burning down the people’s souls My high anxiety is getting higher Feels like I’m gonna blow Gone is the breeze that used to be so sweet Poison is the wind that blows It can’t be long till the military come With a knock, knock, knock on your door Alright
Redlight Stop right there where you are This is a redlight Stop right there where you are (Stop there where you are)
(Gone) Emancipation (Gone) Race relation (Gone) Most of the rebels are gone (Gone) The trust in nation (Gone) The time we’re wastin’ (Gone) The people’s patience is gone
Broken economy, the streets are dire Even more than before I need some betterness to take me higher Feels like I’m gonna blow Gone are the days when people used to say “Everything is alright” No place to run, now here your karma a come With a knock, knock, knock on your door
Redlight. Stop right there where you are This is a redlight. Stop right there where you are (Stop there where you are) Redlight. Stop right there where you are Redlight. Stop right there where you are (Stop there where you are)
Pick up the pieces, let it begin, cause this is the way that we flow Higher and higher and higher we go Through dedication, self-preservation Hailie (high) Selassie (high)
(Gone) Marcus Garvey, Montgomery, Martin (Gone) All the rebels are gone (Gone) We’ve lost our way (Gone)Darkness is the day (Gone) Most of the rebels are gone Redlight Redlight Redlight
We can ride, we can roll, we can breathe We can talk, we can walk, we can stop At the redlight We can smoke, we can do what we want And be real with the blunt, we just stop At the redlight
We’ll stay true, and be you And be up way above with no pushin’ or shovin’ We can ride, we can roll, we can breathe We can talk, we can walk, we’ll just stop At the redlight We can smoke, we can do what we want And be real with the blunt, we just stop At the redlight We’ll stay true, and be you And be up way above with no pushin’ or shovin’ Redlight
-------------------- "Springs of water welling from the fire" "Life may seem to flee in a moment, but when the mind is freed of the veil of ignorance, and illusion that comes between the mind and the truth, life and death are only opposite sides of the same coin - "water welling from the fire."
"Within us, we carry the world of no-birth and no-death. But we never touch it, because we live only with our notions." -Thich Nhat Hanh instant "Experience always goes beyond ideas"
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Tropism
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Re: Post a song [Re: Sse]
#19266250 - 12/12/13 02:59 PM (10 years, 1 month ago) |
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Because there's never enough cake, and we can always use more metaphors.
People you love will turn their backs on you, You'll lose your hair, Your teeth, Your knife will fall out of it's sheath, But you still don't like to leave before the end of the movie.
People you hate will get their hooks into you, They'll pull you down, You'll frown, They'll tar you and drag you through town, But you still don't like to leave before the end of the movie, No, You still don't like to leave before the end of the show.
People you hate will get their hooks into you, They'll pull you down, You'll frown, They'll tar you and drag you through town, But you still don't like to leave before the end of the movie, No, You still don't like to leave before the end of the show.
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Re: Post a song [Re: Tropism]
#19266394 - 12/12/13 03:29 PM (10 years, 1 month ago) |
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-------------------- 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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Sse
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Re: Post a song [Re: Tropism]
#19266834 - 12/12/13 05:12 PM (10 years, 1 month ago) |
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so true
-------------------- "Springs of water welling from the fire" "Life may seem to flee in a moment, but when the mind is freed of the veil of ignorance, and illusion that comes between the mind and the truth, life and death are only opposite sides of the same coin - "water welling from the fire."
"Within us, we carry the world of no-birth and no-death. But we never touch it, because we live only with our notions." -Thich Nhat Hanh instant "Experience always goes beyond ideas"
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It’s a switch flipped It’s a pill tipped back It’s a moon eclipsed, woah oh
And I can tell you that, when the lights come on I’ll be ready for this
It’s in your bloodstream A collision of atoms that happens before your eyes
It’s a marathon run or a mountain you scale without thinking of size
I was fighting off every little thing that I thought was out to get me down To trip me up and laugh at me
But I look not to hold The quiet of the room with no one around to find me out
I want the applause the approval the things that make me go oh
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Icelander
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Thanks to everyone posting their songs here. It's been awesome and got a ton more response than I was expecting. I've found some new music and bought several CDs thanks to all of you. YOU ROCK!!!
-------------------- "Don't believe everything you think". -Anom. " All that lives was born to die"-Anom. With much wisdom comes much sorrow, The more knowledge, the more grief. Ecclesiastes circa 350 BC
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LunarEclipse
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-------------------- Anxiety is what you make it.
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Icelander
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Life it seems will fade away Drifting further every day Getting lost within myself Nothing matters, no one else
I have lost the will to live Simply nothing more to give There is nothing more for me Need the end to set me free
Things not what they used to be Missing one inside of me Deathly lost, this can't be real Cannot stand this hell I feel
Emptiness is filling me To the point of agony Growing darkness taking dawn I was me but now he's gone
No one but me can save myself But it's too late Now I can't think Think why I should even try
Yesterday seems as though It never existed Death greets me warm Now I will just say goodbye
-------------------- "Don't believe everything you think". -Anom. " All that lives was born to die"-Anom. With much wisdom comes much sorrow, The more knowledge, the more grief. Ecclesiastes circa 350 BC
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