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sweetpotato

How can people be so heartless?
How can people be so cruel?
Easy to be hard
Easy to be cold
How can people have no feelings?
You know I’m hung up on you
Easy to be proud
Easy to say no
Especially people
Who care about strangers
Who care about evil
And social injustice
Do you only care about the bleeding crowd?
How about a needing friend?
I need a friend
How can people be so heartless
How can they ignore their friends?
Easy to give in
Easy to help out
Especially people
Who care about strangers
Who say they care about social injustice
Oooaaooh
Do you only care about the bleeding crowd?
Oh-ohhh
How about a needing friend?
Ohhh, I need a friend
How can people have no feelings?
Oh, how can they ignore their friends?
Easy to be hard
Easy to help out
Easy to be proud
Easy to say no




I guess not much has changed in 40+years, huh?

Puck78

Mudhoney -Hey sailor-


Go up to the bar, sailor
And have another beer
Come here
I like
Beer
And you?

RolandTD20Kdrummer

recommended viewing...

http://www.evtv1.com/player.aspx?itemnum=10505

Puck78

Dedicated to Mac:

Can you hear the little girls asking
Daddy where have all the little boys gone
The little girls, they ask me
Daddy where have all the little boys gone
They don't tease us in classroom
They don't meet us at the mall

The little boys are fighting
They have left us all behind
The little boys are dying
To preserve our way of life
It's our patriotic duty
To make sweet love tonight

See these lovely lonesome ladies
They don't ignore me anymore
All these lonely lovely ladies
Keep on kockin' on my door
I'm the only game in town
And it's so easy to score

Now i know why dirty old men are always pushin' for war
Now i know why dirty old men are always pushin' for war
I've become a dirty old man with a hard-on for war

(Mudhoney, hard-on for war)

?ing my education

I'm Amazed - My Morning Jacket


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AzdoOGUsEKg

im amazed

im amazed in the quiet ocean
im amazed at your wrong devotion
im amazed at what the people saying
im amazed by a divided nation
like the middle of the earth
i get disrupted

im amazed at all that has been
im amazed at all who'll be
im amazed at the tv stations
im amazed what they want me to believe
after all is said and done
now lets seek justice

im amazed the lack of evolution
im amazed at the lack of faith
im amazed at love we rejected
im amazed that we accepted this place
like the middle of the earth and the middle of the ages
like a river i get disrupted

im amazed

im amaaaaaaaaaazed......

im amazed

Nevermind

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QtFzkxG9G40
[James Nichols from Bowling for Columbine]
Them people, law enforcement, if you want to call them that
were here and they were shaking in their shoes. They were physically
shaking, scared to death. Because certain people, said I'm a radical
I'm a wild man, I got a gun under every arm, if you say anything
I'll shoot you. If the people find out how they've been
ripped off, and enslaved, they will revolt with the blood
running in the streets.

Yo, Ticket to ride, the white crime, highway
Bring all the guns, the funds will come my way
Whether we deliverin' high grade
To the people in the pit of the tri-state
Or dabble in the hood like fly weights
Lock and load in the range with rock the globe
Made any aim possible
Til the leadbelly lost control
In the hold of the paper that fold
At one time was related to gold
Made many men lose their soul
To the price of the dice that roll
How can a light so bright make a man so cold?
So another man's plans unfold
Can you really see the truth til it happens to you
Its so severe what the hopeless will do

Ain't no pickin' your position to beginning your life
Not every man want to stand by his kids and his wife
Too many lost kids in the night
Hand on heat, grippin' it tight
Any man want beef could get it right
Followed by enough flame to put a permanent end
To the learning of men
Class session, too many the blast the last lesson
Often taught like the wars that are often fought
As old as mankind
Now outta his damn mind
Stand on the gunpowder landmine
Ready to blow at any second
I'm checking for the signs of the end
Of all-time, I figure its on time, my last thoughts forming the rhyme

Got me running through the streets
That reek of the dead, its more food to the wealthy
My niggaz on welfare, nobody givin' up healthcare
Nothing but heat, how you gonna tell me it ain't hell here?
George Bush having a swell year
Swingin' the gat, ready to clap, anything on the map
You done seen what they bring to Iraq
Now bring it back to the source, land of the physical force
Land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun!

This is the place where the cops rush in the building
Paramilitary death squads murder your children
Empty shell of a man rippin' shots in the air
Soldiers dying out there, but nobody cares
Prepare for the future but make note of the past
Or be condemned to live it again and get blast
Class warfare kept outta the news
Replaced by a corporation's political views
Cause this is where the guns are manufactured and sold
The land that was stolen stripped of all of its gold
Old timers on the death bed speakin' the wisdom
Immigrants crucified by conservative Christians
Now we all got freedom to die in the street
But the difference is more of us die in a week
Than they die in a year I made it clear
Where I stand when the line is drawn
But now the line is gone
And nigga anything goes
The land where the guns don't let anything grow
And what the fuck you niggaz know about living in hell
You not built like me you never lived in a cell
You never gambled with your soul
Fuck the ice on your hand, gun in your palm
But you got a niggaz life in your hand
Young man, just remember that slicing a gram
Is a bloody game, like throwin' mice in a fan
My words flow like the rivers thats west of Iran
The fertile crescent moon, with the star in the middle
I reveal the depth of history's scars when I scribble
I gave you the world, and I ain't even charged you a little
The martyr is crippled
The prophets are dead and buried, but the message is simple
And its not written down in holy books as a riddle

Now we running through the streets, starvin'
On that guerilla warfare
My people stuck in a guerilla warfare
Innocent children screamin' in tears
You actin' like the army ain't put hell here
Military industry havin' a swell year
Swinging a gat while lying in heaven
Living off a blank check after 9/11
But I'm have the truth brought back to the source
Fight for my land with physical force
Speak through music, the subliminal course
I need a tech and a clip, fuck a jag and a Porsche
Land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun

DangDang

Oh my name is Penny Evans and my age is twenty-one
A young widow in the war that's being fought in Viet Nam
And I have two infant daughters and I do the best I can
Now they say the war is over, but I think it's just begun.

And I remember I was seventeen on the day I met young Bill
At his father's grand piano, we'd play good old 'Heart and Soul'
Well, I only knew the left hand part and he the right so well
He's the only boy I ever slept with and the only one I will.

It's first we had a baby girl and we had two good years
It was next the 1A notice came and we parted without tears
It was nine months from our last good night our second babe appears
So it's ten months and a telegram confirming all our fears.

And now every month I get a check from an Army bureaucrat
And it's every month I tear it up and I mail the damn thing back.
Do you think that makes it all right, do you think I'd fall for that ?
And you can keep your bloody money, it sure won't bring my Billy back.

I never cared for politics, and speeches I don't understand,
And likewise never took no charity from any living man
But tonight there's fifty thousand gone in that unhappy land
And fifty thousand 'Heart and Soul's' being played with just one hand.

And my name is Penny Evans and I've just gone twenty-one
A young widow in the war that's being fought in Viet Nam
And I have two infant daughters and I thank God I have no sons
Now they say the war is over, but I think it's just begun.

--Steve Goodman

blacknapkins

When The Lie's So Big by Frank Zappa
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oBIcxstki1w

They got lies so big
They don't make a noise
They tell 'em so well
Like a secret disease
That makes you go numb

With a big ol' lie
And a flag and a pie
And a mom and a bible
Most folks are just liable
To buy any line
Any place, any time

When the lie's so big
As in Robertson's case,
(That sinister face
Behind all the Jesus hurrah)

Could result in the end
To a worrisome trend
In which every American
Not "born again"
Could be punished in cruel and unusual ways
By this treacherous cretin
Who tells everyone
That he's Jesus' best friend

When the lie's so big
And the fog gets so thick
And the facts disappear
The Republican Trick
Can be played out again
People, please tell me when
We'll be rid of these men!

Just who do they really
Suppose that they are?
And how did they manage to travel as far
As they seem to have come?
Were we really that dumb?

People, wake up
Figure it out
Religious fanatics
Around and about
The Court House, The State House,
The Congress, The White House

Criminal saints
With a "Heavenly Mission" --
A nation enraptured
By pure superstition

When the lie's so big
And the fog gets so thick
And the facts disappear
The Republican Trick
Can be played out again
People, please tell me when
We'll be rid of these men!

spiral out

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bLa5c4qxqWU

We're here because of you
We're here because you were there
We've arrived from every corner of the planet to this nation to seek the fulfillment of a promise of America.
We were promised a better life in our home countries, where we were told that privatizing water and electricity will make things run more efficiently.
Instead the quality remained almost the same and the price was increased until it became an unaffordable luxury.
Some corporations are more efficient than government, but their motivation is not the health or the well being of the people; it's only about profit, everything else: their image, their human resources, their public relations, only exist to protect the reality behind it.
Once upon a time, we were told that nationalization would prevent growth by limiting competition; that our countries were nothing without the companies that invested in us and so they privatized everything. Everything in our country was owned by people that had no connection to our culture, by those who never had our interests at heart, they didn't care about our survival or well being, they just wanted to turn a profit by raping our land, by exploiting our people, our industry and our resources.
They took everything we built and made it theirs. First by creating racism to justify slavery, building the capital for capitalism, and then when they gave us what they call liberty, everything we had was still owned by them. Our governments told us that socialism was the real enemy and that we would have freedom, but the foreign powers and corporations were the ones with real freedom; the freedom to take all the wealth generated by our work and our land and gave us only a small percentage of the scraps from the table.
Their lust for power and their greed drove them to betray not only us but themselves and the word of their own God.
(Open your eyes before you die)
And while some used missionaries and donations to off set this abuse, other countries and companies were blatant with their crimes, using war, disease, and sanctions that killed millions. They supported corrupt governments that were almost like the old slave masters in their oppression of the people, because their loyalty was to those who enable them, restored them and kept them in power, they became the bastard children of American industry, kleptocracy, governments of thievery. They protected the corporations and went to war against their own people to preserve those profits.
The puppet rulers were given billions of US tax dollars to fund civil wars, right wing death squads, execute political dissidents, sympathetic clergy and, even overthrow democratically elected governments. And so the age of revolution began again; they painted it as godless terrorist versus the free world and the market.
But the free market has never been free, because the market does not regulate itself. It is manipulated like a puppet and it survives because of its image. Destroy the image and the enemy will die.
Such is the same in the rap industry. But the major label super powers treat the underground like the 3rd world. When they need new assets, new honest to prostitute a side-ins and put on a shelf to use their songs
When they needed new concepts, music and publishing to steal from the producers, they came to the underground, to the 3rd world, they took our culture, our property and our industry and our resources, even using our own people to help them exploit us.
But behind the mask of efficiency, they claimed that we need them to succeed. They're no better than us; they're economic advertising was always a lie, a few got rich but most were given an illusion of wealth, almost as if it was designed for failure.
Opportunity comes at the price of soul and the music, so remember what they are underneath the fancy architecture, glittering rented jewelry, the cars, the IMF loans, the seeds with suicide genes, 20 year contracts and oil bloody money.
Build your defenses my independent brothers and sisters. They’ll stop at nothing to get what they want. They paint the 3rd world (underground) as savage and backward. But the super powers are no less corrupt; they've just learned to disguise it better, ‘cause they fix elections too, they embezzle tax money, they go to war for resources, they fund terrorism for their own benefit, and when there's enough at stake... history's taught us that they'll even assassinate their own president.

g under p

Hey World (Remote Control Version)

Hey world, you know you got to put up a fight
Hey world, you rumble in the jungle tonight
Hey world, keep bringing it the rest of your life
You got to put up a fight.

Hey world, you know you got to put up a fight
Hey world, you rumble in the jungle tonight
Hey world, you're running for the rest of your life
You got to put up a fight.

BOOM BOOM

There's a battle going on in this earth
everyday. Work, school, death, and birth.
There are 6 billion people on this earth,
can you tell me what every single life is worth?

Toke a spliff, look around and see history.
My weapon and my method is no mystery.
I didn't come here to chill. I came here to rock,
to smash the empire with my boom-box.

You got to let go of remote control!

Hey world, you know you got to put up a fight
Hey world, you rumble in the jungle tonight
Hey world, keep bringing it the rest of your life
You got to put up a fight.

Hey world, you know you got to put up a fight
Hey world, you rumble in the jungle tonight
Hey world, keep bringing it the rest of your life
You got to put up a fight.

You know you got to put up a fight.
On a universal mission like a meteorite.
Satellite, laser beam with you in their sights.
And with the patriot act they took all your right.

Don't ever doubt the power of just one mind.
Or the world-wide power of just one rhyme.
Don't ever doubt the force of the bassline.
Or a record gone round to burn the house down.

(You got to let go of remote control.)

Hey world, you know you got to put up a fight
Hey world, you rumble in the jungle tonight
Hey world, keep bringing it the rest of your life
You got to put up a fight.

(All rebel rockers!)

There's a bullet with your name, it's a sign of the times.
It takes nine hundred ninety nine criminal minds.
You got to let go of remote control.
You got to let go of remote control!

Hey world, you know you got to put up a fight
Hey world, you rumble in the jungle tonight
Hey world, keep bringing it the rest of your life
You got to put up a fight.

Peace

Commy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mbZ3q22fKSY

play it loud.

ASHES DIVIDE-Defamed

I watched you wash away any chance of coming clean to anyone
My face pressed against the glass wanting to know
They press their lips to your ass and smile
Hoping you won't find out who they are

I watched you slip away from growing old with innocence or integrity
My face pressed against the glass
They press their lips to your ass and smile
Hoping you won't find out who they are

Conjure up the thoughts of pure denial

You're trying hard to change, they won't let you
Demanding prophecies when you speak
You're trying hard to change, but they won't let you now...

You're trying hard to change, they won't let you
They hang on every word that you say
You're trying hard to change, they won't let you

You would know the way lies could stip away from you
You're trying hard to change, but they won't let you

They press their lips to your ass and smile
Hoping you won't find out who they are
Conjure up thoughts of pure denial

You're trying hard to change, they won't let you
They hang on every word that you say
You're trying hard to change, they won't let you now...

You don't owe them anything
You don't owe me anything
You don't owe them anything now

You don't owe them anything
You don't owe me anything
You don't owe them anything now

g under p

These two goes out to Congress to institute a new plan for our banking system and agree on SOMETHING before I end up in the streeets man,

Never Too Late

Never Too Late: LIVE

Don't fear your best freinds, because a best friend would never try to do you wrong.
And don't fear your worst friends, because a worst friend is just a
best friend that's done you wrong.
And don't fear the night time, because the monsters know you're devine.
And don't fear the sunshine, because everything is better in the summertime.

But it's never too late to start the day over, it's never to late, pick up the phone.
You know it's never too late to lay your head down on my shoulders,
it's never too late just come on home.

Don't fear the water, because you can swim inside you within your skin.
And don't fear your father, because a father's just a boy without a friend.
And don't fear to walk slow, don't be a horserace, be a marathon.
And don't fear the long road, because on the long road you got a long time to sing a simple song.

But it's never too late to start the day over,
it's never too late, pick up the phone.
You know it's never too late to lay your head down on my shoulders,
it's never too late just come on home.
Don't fear your teachers, because if you listen you can hear music in a school bell.
And don't fear your preacher, if you can't find heaven in a prison cell.
And don't fear your own self, paying money to justify your worth.
And don't fear your family, because you chose them along time before your birth.
But it's never too late to start the day over, it's never too late, pick up the phone.
You know it's never too late to lay your head down on my shoulders,
it's never too late just come on home. Hold to your children, hold to your children, hold to your children, let them know.


Nobody Right, Nobody Wrong

They say you got to chose your side and, when its done.

Nobody right, nobody wrong.

It ended in a great big fight and, when its done.

Nobody right, nobody wrong.

Conflict each and everyday, at home and in the streets, and in my soul every way.

Its hard to keep the faith, when I feels so far away.

Times i feel connected, times I'm runnin' away.

But Whoa Whoa, Cant you see, all the sickness hungar, and poverty.

War on the land and war on the seas.

Whoa, War is a painfull thing.

One argument that none of us can hide, is the one thats ragin down deep inside.

Tryin' to make a point, or have the last word.

But most the time people just tryin to get hurt.



They say you got to chose your side and, when its done.

Nobody right, nobody wrong.

It ended in a great big fight and, when its done.

Nobody right, nobody wrong.



But how many people never eva broke a rule.

And how many people tryin to get their kids to school

And how many people prayin they only find a job.

And how many poeple are affraid of gettin robbed.

Whoa Whoa, nobody knows.

And whoa whoa, only god knows.

Numbers escalate, wall street, crime rate.

From the Bahgdad streets, to my city by the bay.



Hey they say you got to chose your side and, when its done.

Nobody right, nobody wrong.

It ended in a great big fight and, when its done.

Nobody right, nobody wrong.



And I say, can you say what you mean?

And can you mean what you mean what you say?

And can you say what you mean?

And can you mean what you mean what you say?

And can you say what you mean?

Every single day? Whoa, whoa, whoa.



Reach out a hand to somebody who needs a hand.

And reach out a heart to somebody torn apart.

Its hard, this liven, this life we've been given.

Locked up your soul, or locked up in prison.

Remember you have to reach hard to be risen.

The day you let go is the day you are forgiven.



So they say you got to chose your side and, when its done.

Nobody right, nobody wrong.

Nobody right now.

Nobody right, nobody wrong.

Nobody right, nobody wrong.

And I say, one man got a jackpot earning, and your the daughters son.

Nobody right, nobody wrong

Peace

g under p

For the Jewish Holiday....Rosh Hashana

This is a RUSH song *Red Sector A* from the album Grace Under Pressure ....

"Red Sector A"

All that we can do is just survive
All that we can do to help ourselves is stay alive

Ragged lines of ragged grey
Skeletons, they shuffle away
Shouting guards and smoking guns
Will cut down the unlucky ones

I clutch the wire fence until my fingers bleed
A wound that will not heal
A heart that cannot feel
Hoping that the horror will recede
Hoping that tomorrow we'll all be freed

Sickness to insanity
Prayer to profanity
Days and weeks and months go by
Don't feel the hunger
Too weak to cry

I hear the sound of gunfire at the prison gate
Are the liberators here?
Do I hope or do I fear?
For my father and my brother, it's too late
But I must help my mother stand up straight

Are we the last ones left alive?
Are we the only human beings to survive?

Peace

Nevermind

And the angel of the lord led me into the belly of the holy mother
A chamber black as pitch
But I felt no fear, only comfort, for I was as a child in the womb
And she bade me 'Here through yonder portal which looked upon the heavens, and behold! a morning angel'
She ascended slowly from far beyond the horizon, her light like a heavenly finger pointing the way
And on yonder wall she traced for me a path which led me, five directions, eight winters to east in the hole
as my feet landed firmly upon the vital winter of the second score
There appeared before me a heavenly star, a holy virgin, the bringer of life and breath
And she spoke unto me, saying 'fear not the movement of the heavens above or the earth below
for change is what we are, my child. Righteous are those who look up and sway with the wind,
who look down and dance with the shifting of the soil, who swim with the movement of the tides,
who seek the truth around them and discover, we are and have always been in paradise.
The reflections of heaven on earth. Amen!'

And she spoke again, saying 'know, my child, that there is no devil seeking to cause guilt nor harm to men.
No evil, save blind faith, ignorance, and the desire for the unprepared to blame others for the devastation
left in the wake of change. Change, my child. Change is in the heavens. Change is on this earth.
Change is all around us, and we are reflections of the divine, we must roll with these changes, for we are these changes.
Eyes wide open, we must look upon the heavens as a mirror. Wide awake, aware, deeply breathing
And when the shit comes down, my child, you will be there, a true and holy survivor to inherit the kingdom of god.
You will rise above the grumbles of the unprepared to greet the new day, to drink from the sweet fruit of the vine,
the water of life, the blood of the risen christ, my child.'

'Go now, child, tell them all. The ignorant, the blinded by dogma, blinded by faith, the doubters, the nay sayers.
Tell them all, child, they can not see the kingdom of god, they can not see paradise unfold before them,
they can not drink from the chalice which holds the blood of christ, the water of life, until they get right with jesus.
Until they get right with jesus.
It's always gonna be sour grapes with you, boy, until you get right with jesus.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vd_GH_hAILQ

Commy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=noppzEtbDwM&feature=related

play it loud.

Commy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=stAJZKadKgc

norm

October and the trees are stripped bare
Of all they wear.
What do I care?

October and kingdoms rise
And kingdoms fall
But you go on
And on.

g under p

cutback wrote:

October and the trees are stripped bare
Of all they wear.
What do I care?

October and kingdoms rise
And kingdoms fall
But you go on
And on.

How appropriate in these times and man i love that song. NICE ONE

U2 Rocks: October

Peace

norm

g under p wrote:

How appropriate in these times and man i love that song. NICE ONE

U2 Rocks: October

Peace

yah how 'bout that? just got the 'under a blood red sky' dvd and heard it for the first time in years and thought it was pretty appropriate now

Commy

FUCKING AMAZING SONG

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_gp7uwPEL9Q

HERO OF WAR -Rise Against.

He said, "Son,
Have you seen the world?
Well, what would you say
If I said that you could?
Just carry this gun, you'll even get paid."
I said, "That sounds very good."

Black leather boots
Spit-shined so bright
They cut off my hair but it looked alright
We marched and we sang
We all became friends
As we learned how to fight

A hero of war
Yeah, that's what I'll be
And when I come home
They'll be damn proud of me
I'll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Because it's flag that I love
And a flag that I trust

I kicked in the door
I yelled my commands
The children, they cried
But I got my man
We took him away
A bag over his face
From his family and his friends

They took off his clothes
They pissed in his hands
I told them to stop
But then I joined in
We beat him with guns
And batons not just once
But again and again

A hero of war
Yeah that's what I'll be
And when I come home
They'll be damn proud of me
I'll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Because it's flag that I love
And a flag that I trust

She walked through bullets and haze
I asked her to stop
I begged her to stay
But she pressed on
So I lifted my gun
And I fired away

And the shells jumped through the smoke
And into the sand
That the blood now had soaked
She collapsed with a flag in her hand
A flag white as snow

A hero of war
Is that what they see
Just medals and scars
So damn proud of me
And I brought home that flag
Now it gathers dust
But it's a flag that I love
It's the only flag I trust

He said, "Son, have you seen the world?
Well what would you say
If I said that you could?"