The New What's On Your Cd/Turntable Thread.

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the left rights, they are a side project of jimmy urine from MSI

Shit!
I wanna take a shit
Everybody wanna take a shit.
(come on, come on!)

Shit!
I wanna take a shit
Everybody wanna take a shit.
(come on, come on!)

Shit!
I wanna take a shit
Everybody wanna take a shit.

I will now tell you about the poo.
You dont dump the poo,
The poo dumps you.
If you don't dump the poo,
The poo dumps you.
You'll go to school and learn about the poo!

Shit!
(ah oh ah oh ah oh ah)
Come on, come on!
Shit!
(ah oh ah oh ah oh ah)

Cats!
I wanna check the cats
Everybody wanna check the cats.
(come on, come on!)

Shit!
I wanna take a shit
Everybody wanna take a shit.
(come on, come on!)

Shit!
Shit!

I will now tell you about the poo.
You dont dump the poo,
The poo dumps you.
If you don't dump the poo,
The poo dumps you.
You'll go to school and learn about the poo!

http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/t/the_left_rights/take_a_shit.html
 
Truly — Fast Stories ... From Kid Coma

Truly, Fast Stories ... From Kid Coma, "Blue Lights":

It's years from you, it's all we can do.
Undressing in a daze,
Hit by the future blues.
As far as mercury, sand whistling pier;
Farewell sighs, orgasmic highs.

Remember me from nineteen eighty-three.
It felt so hard to find a girl
In a right wing world.
You drag the poems out of me,
I put it right into you.
We laugh and scream;
It's all that we can do.

The blue lights are turning us on.
The blue lights are turning us on.
The blue lights are turning us on.

In the winter of constellations,
Engage in listless observation.

The blue lights are turning us on.
The blue lights are turning us on.​

On deck: "Leslie's Coughing Up Blood".

(See also, Tepedelen, Adam. "Truly — Alive in the Superunknown". The Rocket. May 13, 1998. See http://www.angelfire.com/sk/seattlebands/trulyart.html )
 
Masters Of War by Bob Dylan

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g0ELgFGd2fs&feature=related


Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead



Copyright © 1963; renewed 1991 Special Rider Music
 
A Hard Rains A Going To Fall By Bob Dylan

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin',
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin',
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.



Copyright © 1963; renewed 1991 Special Rider Music
 
Everybody's listening to 1960s music. I'm listening to "Out of Our Heads" on Sheryl Crow's new CD. It's a return to her original upbeat style of "All I Wanna Do" and "Every Day Is a Winding Road," but it's also a song that any unreconstructed 1960s hippie can love. Excerpts:

(She does it in a faux-Third World patois so the grammar is deliberately fractured.)

Every man is his own prophet.
Oh every prophet, just a man.
I say: All the women stand up, say "Yes" to themselves.
Teach your children the best you can.

Let every man bow to the best in himself.
We're not killing any more.
We're the wisest ones. Everybody: Listen!
'Cause you can't fight this feeling any more.

If we could only get out of our heads,
Out of our heads and into our hearts.
Children of Abraham: Lay down your fears,
Swallow your tears, and look to your heart.
 
Tupac - I Don't Give a Fuck.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KOg45fpdEv8

The way they see it, we was meant to be kept down
Just can't understand why we getting respect now
Mama told me there'd be days like this -
But I'm pissed - cause it stays like this
And now they're trying to ship me off to Kuwait,
Gimme a break!
How much shit can a nigga take?
 
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Rick James: Dance With Me

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http://youtube.com/watch?v=NayVnAKR51k


Ooh, ooh

Pretty little thing
Girl, you’re lookin’ fine
Hey, I wonder can you spare a minute
Of your precious time

I would really like to know
If you want me to, tell me, baby
Maybe I can discuss it
Over a dance with you
When I’m dancin’ with you, baby, now, now

Dance with me
Shake your body all over me, woman, dance
Dance with me
Dance, dance with me, baby

Dance with me, woman
Shake it up, shake it up now, baby
Shake it up, shake it up now, baby
Dance with me, woman, with me, woman
Shake it up, shake it up now, baby
Shake it up, shake it up now, baby

Pretty little thing
I wish that you were mine, yeah
You know every move to make with your body
And you do it fine, do it fine

Dancing with you, girl, like this
Is ‘bout to cause a fire, yeah
Look at me I’m soakin’ wet
Like I was in a shower
When I’m dancin’ with you, baby, now, now

Dance with me
Shake your body all over me, woman, dance
Dance with me
Dance, dance with me, baby

Dance with me, woman
Shake it up, shake it up now, baby
Shake it up, shake it up now, baby
Dance with me, woman, with me, woman
Shake it up, shake it up now, baby
Shake it up, shake it up now, baby (Party, babe)

Ooh, ooh, ooh
Where’s the party {Party over here}
Say what? {Party over there}

Ooh, ooh, ooh
Where’s the party {Party over here}
Say what? {Party over there}

Woo

Shake it up, shake it up now, baby
Shake it up, shake it up now, baby
Dance with me, woman, with me, woman
Shake it up, shake it up now, baby
Shake it up, shake it up now, baby (Party, babe)

Hoo

Shake it up
Shake it up (Shake your body all over me, woman)
Shake it up (Dance with me, dance with me, woman, dance with me)
Shake it up (Woman, dance)
Shake it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shake it up

Woman, just dance with me
Woman, just dance with me
Baby, just dance with me
Sugar, just dance with me
Blow, boys

Boy, don’t stop
Boy, don’t stop
Boy, don’t stop
Boy, don’t stop

Boy, don’t stop
Boy, don’t stop
Boy, don’t stop
Boy, don’t stop

Boy, don’t stop
Boy, don’t stop
Boy, don’t stop
Boy, don’t stop

Boy, don’t stop
Boy, don’t stop
Boy, don’t stop
Boy, don’t stop

Boy, don’t stop
Boy, don’t stop

Blow, Danny
Blow, Danny
Blow, Danny
Blow, Danny

Blow, Danny
Blow, Danny
Blow, Danny
Blow, Danny


THA KING OF PUNKFUNK!:D
 
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