Favorite Song Quote (of The Day)
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» beercrack a répondu le Thu 2 Feb, 2006 @ 12:07pm |
 Coolness: 71530 | The King sits in Dunfermline town,
Drinking the blood-red wine; "O where shall I get a skeely skipper To sail this ship or mine?" Then up and spake an eldern knight, Sat at the King's right knee: "Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor That ever sailed the sea." The King has written a broad letter, And sealed it with his hand, And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens, Was walking on the strand. "To Noroway, to Noroway, To Noroway o'er the foam; The King's daughter of Noroway, 'Tis thou must fetch her home." The first line that Sir Patrick read, A loud laugh laughed he; The next line that Sir Patrick read, The tear blinded his ee. "O who is this has done this deed, Has told the King of me, To send us out at this time of the year, To sail upon the sea? "Be it wind, be it wet, be it hail, be it sleet, Our ship must sail the foam; The king's daughter of Noroway, 'Tis we must fetch her home." They hoisted their sails on Monenday morn, With all the speed they may; And they have landed in Noroway Upon a Wodensday They had not been a week, a week, In Noroway but twae, When that the lords of Noroway Began aloud to say, - "Ye Scottishmen spend all our King's gowd, And all our Queenis fee." "Ye lie, ye lie, ye liars loud! So loud I hear ye lie. "For I brought as much of the white monie As gane my men and me, And a half-fou of the good red gowd Out o'er the sea with me. "Make ready, make ready, my merry men all, Our good ship sails the morn." "Now, ever alack, my master dear I fear a deadly storm. "I saw the new moon late yestreen With the old moon in her arm; And if we go to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm." They had not sailed a league, a league, A league but barely three, When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud, And gurly grew the sea. The ankers brake and the top-masts lap, It was such a deadly storm; And the waves came o'er the broken ship Till all her sides were torn. "O where will I get a good sailor Will take my helm in hand, Till I get up to the tall top-mast To see if I can spy land?" "O here am I, a sailor good, Will take the helm in hand, Till you go up to the tall top-mast, But I fear you'll ne'er spy land." He had not gone a step, a step, A step but barely ane, When a bolt flew out of the good ship's side, And the salt sea came in. "Go fetch a web of the silken cloth, Another of the twine, And wap them into our good ship's side, And let not the sea come in." They fetched a web of the silken cloth, Another of the twine, And they wapp'd them into the good ship's side, But still the sea came in. O loth, both, were our good Scots lords To wet their cork-heel'd shoon, But long ere all the play was play'd They wet their hats aboon. And many was the feather-bed That fluttered on the foam; And many was the good lord's son That never more came home. The ladies wrang their fingers white, The maidens tore their heair, All for the sake of their true loves, For them they'll see nae mair. O lang, lang may the maidens sit With their gold combs in their hair, All waiting for their own dear loves, For them they'll see nae mair. O forty miles of Aberdeen, 'Tis fifty fathoms deep; And there lies good Sir Patrick Spens, With the Scots lords at his feet. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» PonChalice a répondu le Thu 2 Feb, 2006 @ 12:58pm |
 Coolness: 76350 | "I seek knowledge-nowledge-owledge-wledge" |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» beercrack a répondu le Thu 9 Feb, 2006 @ 2:09am |
| Coolness: 71530 | love is like a battle of the bands
crank up your amps man - japanther |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» beercrack a répondu le Fri 3 Mar, 2006 @ 8:47pm |
| Coolness: 71530 | GOD IS ALIVE
MAGIC IS AFOOT words: Leonard Cohen music: Buffy Sainte-Marie © Stranger Music, Inc./Caleb Music-ASCAP Leonard Cohen's book "Beautiful Losers" stole my heart in 1963 and so did the idea of electronic processing on a vocal record. I had a recording session scheduled and Leonard was in town. I propped two pages of his book up on a music stand and I just sang it out, ad libbing the melody and guitar music together as I went along. I've always wanted to re-record it, as I love the way the power of the words obviously commands the music and drives it beyond any consideration of time signature. 1... God is alive; Magic is afoot God is alive; Magic is afoot God is afoot; Magic is alive Alive is afoot..... Magic never died. God never sickened; many poor men lied many sick men lied Magic never weakened Magic never hid Magic always ruled God is afoot God never died. God was ruler though his funeral lengthened Though his mourners thickened Magic never fled Though his shrouds were hoisted the naked God did live Though his words were twisted the naked Magic thrived Though his death was published round and round the world the heart did not believe Many hurt men wondered many struck men bled Magic never faltered Magic always led. Many stones were rolled but God would not lie down Many wild men lied many fat men listened Though they offered stones Magic still was fed Though they locked their coffers God was always served. 2.. Magic is afoot. God rules. Alive is afoot. Alive is in command. Many weak men hungered Many strong men thrived Though they boasted solitude God was at their side Nor the dreamer in his cell nor the captain on the hill Magic is alive Though his death was pardoned round and round the world the heart did not believe. Though laws were carved in marble they could not shelter men Though altars built in parliaments they could not order men Police arrested Magic and Magic went with them, for Magic loves the hungry. But Magic would not tarry it moves from arm to arm it would not stay with them Magic is afoot it cannot come to harm it rests in an empty palm it spawns in an empty mind but Magic is no instrument Magic is the end. Many men drove Magic but Magic stayed behind Many strong men lied they only passed through Magic and out the other side Many weak men lied they came to God in secret and though they left him nourished they would not say who healed Though mountains danced before them they said that God was dead Though his shrouds were hoisted the naked God did live 3... This I mean to whisper to my mind This I mean to laugh with in my mind This I mean my mind to serve 'til service is but Magic moving through the world and mind itself is Magic coursing through the flesh and flesh itself is Magic dancing on a clock and time itself the magic length of God. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» the_worm a répondu le Sat 4 Mar, 2006 @ 2:40pm |
 Coolness: 61150 | i only rap cauze i'm not smart enough to right a book"
---sole-da baddest poet |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» provoke a répondu le Sun 5 Mar, 2006 @ 1:37am |
 Coolness: 36990 | this is a fuckin war.... |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» trashandsuicide a répondu le Sun 5 Mar, 2006 @ 10:14am |
 Coolness: 75365 | What the fuck is that from? |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Holly_Golightly a répondu le Wed 29 Mar, 2006 @ 10:05pm |
 Coolness: 158830 | ouam bam bam bam ouam bam beloum bam ouam bam bam ouam ba ba belou bam !
- berurier noir |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» beercrack a répondu le Sat 13 May, 2006 @ 7:46pm |
| Coolness: 71530 | arm to the leg leg arm to the head
i be the RZArecta ressurect the mental dead |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» No_Comply a répondu le Sun 14 May, 2006 @ 1:11pm |
 Coolness: 85030 | ".. a body in my bed, she was cool when i met her, but i think i like her better dead" |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Holly_Golightly a répondu le Mon 22 May, 2006 @ 11:28pm |
| Coolness: 158830 | When I come home from work
I'm fiendin' for an eight-ball I got crack on my mind I'm hearing cocaine call Telling me to beep the dealer to deliver me stuff Keep it a secret from my wife, cuz she thinks I don't use drugs There I was, bleeding from my nose and damn I couldn't breathe, but I'm still thinking about the next gram It's Friday night and I'm not trying to leave my crib doped I'll kill myself while the dealer's eating Japanese food I ain't got no pride, While buying the shit I'm lying to myself telling the runner I'm trying to quit It's all make believe, I pretend that I'm true When you give me credit, I'll dodge you every chance that I get to Even if its good, I'll sniff it up in a minute Beep you back and complain that you put too much cut in it If you fall for that and bring me a new sack I'll be making more crazy faces than a JIM CAREY on crack Cuz yo I'm ripped, I owe you loot Plus I annoy you I deserve to be murdered, but the coke is doing it for you I got nerve, can you put them pills on my bill Yo I tell you we're friends and yo we don't even chill I need drugs I need drugs Baking soda, cocaine, how sweet I need to find me a crack pipe and I'm complete I got these crack dealers chasing me through the cement jungle Cuz they gave me shit to sell and yo I smoked the whole bundle Yo I can't front - I got dope in my spleen And I'm telling everyone at this N.A. meeting I'm thirty days clean I won't die even with tuberculosis I could go on forever mixing dope with my methadone dosage You could find me at Brighton Beach or Coney Island Or Rikers Island My crack pipe's my violin I play along to the police siren My eyes squint looking for crack on the floor picking up breadcrumbs and lint I don't know who I am, ask me I couldn't say I took a chance and tried to get clean and it lasted one day Tried to go to rehab too but couldn't get admitted And if there's money missing from your pocketbook you know who did it I need drugs I need drugs As a young teen I started with marijuana Then graduated to coke cuz I needed something stronger Mescaline, dust, downers, injections sensation I love to experience a patient's medication I smoked the drugs off the back of my hands All I need is a hit of it and I'll create a new dance Protect yourself, baby cover yourself up My body swings all over once my seizure erupts Into a frenzy, on the phone I got thirty sack But when we meet face-to-face, I got ten dollars less Made up my mind, I'm quittin' I'm swearing in tears I'm not gonna get high, I'll only drink beers Can't sit and wait for my dealer to come provide it Gotta party to go to and I'm the only one invited I'll search the whole house for the damn white mouse And when I finally find it, I'll sniff the whole ounce I need drugs I need drugs Dealer, listen to me When I come home from work Fiendin' for an eight-ball Nose candy on my mind I've come to realize, you need me And if you want me to keep coppin' Give me a free piece It's my birthday Yesterday Anyway I'm gonna go sniff this I'll beep you in an hour I hate you |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» GRASP a répondu le Tue 30 May, 2006 @ 12:42am |
 Coolness: 65395 | once out ran a jaguar
slept in a lions den and escaped without scar close my eye and commence to star travel Fred Flinstone is out of a job cause i turn hard rock to gravel(JERU THE DAMAJA) |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» beercrack a répondu le Tue 30 May, 2006 @ 2:17pm |
| Coolness: 71530 | [Brewin]
Check, check it Fuckin with a nigga like myself your lyrics fail LaVerne's gear shows your record so unless the hoe's buttnaked youse a loser, decrepit, shoulda kept it to your lonesome But you like, 'Look everybody, I'm a silly microphone crumb' You oughta turn to me, I flaunt essential vocally First team all university while your squad is benchin locally Don't mention joke to me, aiyyo dem niggaz ain't atomic Ain't the comic niggaz gutsy, after the disembowelin Don't fuck around, I eat out with your shorty with the crew and she be late for head, she want a tape and dreads and thought of you, a little stinger My shit'll bring the epitome of bitterly jealous Forever living crazy minded trying to tell us how you do it on the power-U, it's simple shit'll get props Don't let me bring it God I swing it hard like little kid bops So front I keep the tone vexin, but to the heads stay pleasant to the ears just think of Lauryn Hill on phone sexin [J-Treds] Relentless poetic rhyme never ceases infinity Forever smokin the mic lyric contact I be open Naturally high and no need to pass the Dutchie I'm the living circle circle dot dot, nobody can touch me At my post, the most high exalted, mind blower When I rap it it's strictly 'I can't believe he just said that shit' Material crews, who can't think straight sober My flows over your head, I enjoy the aerial view Focus from the bird's eye, in my scenario, of dominance Filth eatin weaklings, we're bumRussian/rushin like dirty communists Raisin, my Iron Curtain revealin my words the gospel No apples or giant serpents, the enlightened apostle J-Treds, I lace heads like tennis players top seeded Not meanin to cause a racket, or front the menace My words speak for themselves, so feel me Cause on the mic I've got more presence than attendence in a class of schizophrenics, hear hear Drink to that pick up raps, intoxicating Got your craving my living proof, mixture of speech and wine To' up from just the flow but pass the liquor it's over Henny dead even when twisted I get open like Venetian blinds Company Flow, the fire in which you burn slow I remain Indelible J-Treds, Juggaknotz, to touch the flame you ought not I remain Indelible [El-P] Check check check check check check I the Don Digital, slash, piranha morph Alongside poor terrible surgeons, who blur comic perspectives and wonder how to get bent, that flaming Malatov shit Unstoppable object hits unmovable wall and space split This rogue cherub got his own twisted agenda, catch that Walkin on flatlines, you witness me grow WAY beyond corporate control Let them eat cake, cause I introduce myself as a mistake Slipped through the quills with a serrated barb stabbed, sharp in the gut Now we can all become Lord of the Flies when this industry sees it's demise Hold it up and try to destruct you get zapped with dead eyes The five factions giganti the fuck up and get touched The group hugs you received from your support group can't protect you from the bumrush I'm known to slip arsenic mickies in Talk Soup then reform With an unprecedented fierceness, display these powers of Storm I wasn't born in a manger but I still received three gifts Alphabetically listed they're Big Juss, Mr. Len, and I See the field creatures scurry, I the killer, caution Try to merk off of the pile but you choked on my motherfuckin portion Spade within my excrement bitch parody Your insanity is my clarity, not to mention convention is a great war weapon, disguised under the guise of institutionalism but still prison, the bad batch of jism Who stands, who falls, this is the one the DJ calls lick the ass crack On the wack I keep tabs like Timothy Leary and/or ASCAP The iron lung is non rustable, you're overrated As in smoking dust or sonic contracts that haven't been thoroughly debated Got my name up in your mouth like cock or gingivitis when every rhyme becomes the official new blueprint for wannabe writers Catch a smack to the face on principle Even when I say nothing it's a beautiful use of negative space Indelibles is invincible, El-P don't forget the fuckin name Come on Columbo I know you figured this shit out, nobody sounds the same [Bigg Jus] It gives me great pleasure when true elements get together and lace the track rough enough to withstand, any type of weather If you want it I got it, chemically hemming up the seams with a poly-epoxy type of a mixture that be, fatal if you sniff it These, stupid ones pop the microdots then lean into the sound's religion, watch these styles straight box you up Coming with clean concise thoughts, penetrating patterns Not beyond your comprehension but ejected wide beyond the barrel Yo, catch the rarest glimpses of the planet once known as Earth that gravitated, before inner violence heated it up, then it burnt It be these two style slide niggaz who will rock off any beat you push Cell Therapy Down South Goodie Mob and Special Ed's The Bush It's like this, for the niggaz who got caught sleepin and didn't know It be these four actors crazy kings, worlds to revolve around CoFlow Coming at you in a blazing orange hunting vest thirty yard night scope first day of deer hunting, you got scoped out like the foreign Juss Not the type of nigga to steal any scene too long son I might lace you, leave the EP evidence and then I'm gone |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Wrex a répondu le Wed 31 May, 2006 @ 9:00am |
 Coolness: 34760 | I just can't get you outta my head
Boy your lovin is all i think about Man, that's deep. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» beercrack a répondu le Fri 2 Jun, 2006 @ 8:39pm |
| Coolness: 71530 | i am grounded i am humble i am one with everything |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» trashandsuicide a répondu le Tue 6 Jun, 2006 @ 7:25pm |
| Coolness: 75365 | 2 Hookers and Eight Ball! I can't believe that I write this shit! 2 Hookers and Eight Ball! Motherfuckers thinkin' I am cool. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» beercrack a répondu le Thu 15 Jun, 2006 @ 11:44am |
| Coolness: 71530 | This is the soup that I believe in
This is the smoke I'm always breathin This is the way I share my breakfast This is the way I serve my sentence I know I know I should lay low I should stand tall This is the beard I'm always growin I know they're here I see them floating Her empress beards They float so holy Their beards are here They gently hold me Well who knows who know Yeah I may come home Yeah I may return This is the way I'm always leaving This is the soft voice of the evening This is the way I hear my father These are the flames that drown the water Well I knew I knew I could stand tall I could lay low This is the sound that swims inside me This circle surrounds me This is the land that grows around me And these are the hands that come in handy Well we've known we've known We've had a choice - we chose "rejoice" |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Ms_bubbles a répondu le Thu 15 Jun, 2006 @ 12:30pm |
 Coolness: 45395 | I know we are we are the lucky ones |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» GRASP a répondu le Mon 19 Jun, 2006 @ 6:24pm |
| Coolness: 65395 | "its deep how you can be so shallow and i'm afraid cause i have no fear" Gnarls Barkley |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Ms_bubbles a répondu le Tue 20 Jun, 2006 @ 12:18pm |
| Coolness: 45395 | nice |
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