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What Song fits your current mood vs Everything's better with a soundtrack





Sold my soul cheap to the dark lord of pain
As I watch your blood flow into a big red stain
Waiting for the witch, to cast her spell
There's a smile on my face as I burn in hell

Trapped in a circle of pure atrocity
Where the fallen angel reigns with sick obsanity
Waiting for the witch, to cast her spell
There's a smile on my face as I burn in hell
 


I wanna see the Constitution burn
Wanna watch the White House overturn
Wanna witness some blue blood bleed red

I wanna tar and lynch the KKK
I wanna pull and shoot the NRA
And pay the lobbyists to kill themselves
Yeah yeah yeah

Murder the government, murder the government
Murder the government and then do it again, yeah
Murder the government, murder the government
Murder the government and then
Murder the government




This is for the people they want you
(Oh oh)
This is for the people they want you
(Oh oh)
This is for the people they want you
(Oh oh)
(Gettin' high on violence baby)

President dead is clueless
And he's caught in a headlight police state
God and his skull is stained glass
Incubated and jet set the bitter
Thinkers buy their tickets to go find
God like a piggy in a fair

And we don't want to live forever
And we know that sufferin' is so much better

This is for the people they want you
(Oh oh)
This is for the people they want you
(Oh oh)
This is for the people they want you
(Oh oh)
(Gettin' high on violence baby)

Give the bills time to work
We all could be martyred
In the winter of our discontent
(Gettin' high on violence baby)
Every night we are nailed into place and
Every night we just can't seem to
Ever remember the reason why?
(Gettin' high on violence baby)

And we don't want to live forever
And we know that sufferin' is so much better

This is for the people they want you
(Oh oh)
This is for the people they want you
(Oh oh)
This is for the people they want you
(Oh oh)
(Gettin' high on violence baby)

And we don't want to live forever
And we know that sufferin' is so much better
And we don't want to live forever
And we know that sufferin' is so much better
And we don't want to live forever
And we know that sufferin' is so much better
 
I use to like Paul Simon, but had always hesitated in placing their songs here.
 
It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.
Jiddu Krishnamurti

 
'Mandinka culture is rich in tradition, music, and spiritual ritual.
Mandinkas continue a long oral history tradition through stories, songs and proverbs.
In rural areas, western education's impact is minimal; the literacy rate in Latin script among these Mandinka is quite low. However, more than half the adult population can read the local Arabic script (including Mandinka Ajami); small Qur'anic schools for children where this is taught are quite common.
Mandinka children are given their name on the eighth day after their birth, and their children are almost always named after a very important person in their family.
The Mandinka have a rich oral history that is passed down through griots.
This passing down of oral history through music has made music one of the most distinctive traits of the Mandinka. '





:)
 
Erikmen said:
I use to like Paul Simon, but had always hesitated in placing their songs here.
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Why that? <3 Paul Simon fukin rocks! :D

I always thought the eel's intro chords to this tune sounds like the intro to 'the sound of silence' ;)
 


A body is washed up on a Norfolk beach
He was a friend that I could not reach
He thought I was cold but I understand
But for the grace of God goes another man

And I may just waste away from doing nothing
But I'm a martyr to even less

A choir boy is buried on the moors
Where we used to go dreaming when we were bored
Some kids are best left to fend for themselves
And others were born to stack shelves

And I may just waste away from doing nothing
But I'm a martyr to even less

Fuck you and your book too
You can have it back
When I'm gone these songs will
Will be my tracts

And I had a stupid dream that I could change things
But I'm a martyr to even less

I hate the ground that I have walked upon
Nothing I've done has ever mattered long
 
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