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Mar 18 2006, 16h59

The Recluse

sitting, smoking
killing time
climbing ladders
in my mind

seeking, finding
ways to hide
joining, shadows
left behind

will the darkness come to set me free?
and comfort me...
(where to now/need to know)

sitting alone
need no friends
riding, dark clouds
to the end

losing, leaving
present ways
wishing, hoping
these remains

will the darkness come to set me free?
and comfort me...

where will all the lights go?
will they leave the blackest night?
(where to now/need to know)


mystic objects
just appear
fading, will soon
disappear

losing contact
sinking fast
joining shadows
now i'm alone

will the darkness come to set me free?
and comfort me...

where will all the lights go?
will they leave the blackest night?
(where to now/need to know)

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Black Stacey

I used to hump my pillow at night.
The type of silent prayer to help myself prepare for the light.
Me and my cousin Duce would rank the girls between one and ten
and the highest number got to be my pillows pretend.
Now I apologize to every high ranker.
But you taught me how to dream and so I also thank you.
I never had the courage to approach you at school.
We joked around a lot and I know you thought I dressed cool.
But I was just covering up all the insecurities that came bubbling up.
My complexion had
me stuck in an emotional rut, 'like the time you Flavor Flaved me and you called me
"Yo Chuck, they say
you're too black, man".
I think I'm too black.
Mom, do you think I'm too black? I think I'm too black.

Black Stacey.
They called me Black Stacey.
I never got to be myself 'cause to
myself I always was Black Stacey, in polka dots
and paisley, a double goose
and bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me.
I was Black Stacey.
the preachers' son from Haiti
who rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party.
I was Black Stacey.
you thought it wouldn't faze me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid.

I used to use bleaching creme, 'til Madame CJ Walker walked into my dreams.
I dreamt of being white and
complimented by you, but the only shiny black thing that you liked was my shoes.
Now, I apologize for bottling up
all the little things you said that warped my head and my gut.
Even though I always told you not to
brag about the fact that your great grand
mother was raped by her slave master. Yeah, I became
militant too.
So it was clear on every level I was blacker than you.
I turned you on to Malcolm X and
Assata Shakur in my three quarter elephant goose with the fur.
I had the high top fade
with the steps on the side.
I had the two finger ring, rag top on the ride.
I had the sheep skin, name
belt, Lee suit, Kangol, acid wash Vasco, chicken and waffle.

Black Stacey.
They called me Black Stacey.
I never got to be myself 'cause to myself I always was Black Stacey, in polka dots
and paisley, a double goose and bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me.
I was Black Stacey. the preachers'
son from Haiti who
rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party.
I was Black Stacey.
You thought it wouldn't faze me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid.

Now here's a little
message for you.
All you baller playa's got
some insecurities too, that you could cover up, bling it up, cash in
and ching ching it up, hope no
one will bring it up, lock it down and string it up.
Or you can share your essence with us, 'cause everything about you couldn't be rugged
and ruff.
And even though you tote a
glock and you're hot on the
streets, if you dare to share your heart, we'll nod our heart to
its beat.
And you should do that, if nothing else, to prove
that a player like you could keep it honest and true. Don't mean to call your bluff but
mothafucka that's what I do.
You got platinum chain
then, son, I'm probably talking to you.
And you can call your gang, your posse and the rest of your crew.
And while you're at it get them addicts and the indigent too. I plan to have a whole army
by the time that I'm through to load their guns with songs they haven't sung.
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The News

A billion people died on the news tonight
But not so many cried at the terrible sight
Well mama said
It's just make believe
You can't believe everything you see
So baby close your eyes to the lullabies
On the news tonight

Who's the one to decide that it would be alright
To put the music behind the news tonight
Well mama said
You can't believe everything you hear
The diagetic world is so unclear
So baby close your ears
On the news tonight
On the news tonight

The unobtrusive tones on the news tonight
And mama said
Mmm

Why don't the newscasters cry when they read about people who die
At least they could be decent enough to put just a tear in their eyes
Mama said
It's just make believe
You cant believe everything you see
So baby close your eyes to the lullabies
On the news tonight

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We Want Your Soul

Your Cell Phone, Your Wallet, Your Time, Your Ideas
No Barcode, No Party, No ID, No Beers
Your Bankcard, Your License, Your Thoughts, Your Fears
No Simcard, No Disco, No Photo, Not Here
Your Blood, Your Sweat, Your Passions, Your Regrets
Your Office, Your Time Off, Your Fashions, Your Sex
Your Pills, Your Grass, Your Tits, Your Ass.
Your Laughs, Your Bones.

We Write It All

We Want Your Soul

Tell us Your Habits, Your Facts, Your Fears
Give us Your Address, Your Shoe Size, Your Years
Your Digits, Your Plans, Your Number, Your Eyes
Your Schedule, Your Desktop, Your Details, Your Life.

Show us Your Children, Your Photos, Your Home.
Here, Take Credit, Take Insurance, Take A Loan.
Get a Job, Get a Pension, Get a Haircut, Get a Suit.
Play the Lottery, play Football, play the Field, Sports on Toot

We’ll show you Things We’ll show you Swings
We’ll buy you Things, Drugs, Big Yard, Birds
We’ll sell you Crap We’ll Charge You Fat
We’re gonna find Big Guns & A Drunk in Your Kitchen

We Want Your Soul

Your Thoughts, Your Emotions, Your Love, Your Dreams
Your Cheque Book, Your Residence, Your Sweat, Your Screams
Your Security, Your Sobriety, Your InNocence, Your Society
Your Self, Your Place, Your Distance, Your Speed

Go back to bed America, Your Government is in Control Again

Here, watch this, shut up
You are free to do as we tell you
You are free to do as we tell you

We Want Your Soul

Here’s Programs, Here’s Matters, Here’s Britney, Here’s Cola
Here’s Pizza, Here’s TV, Here’s some Rock and some Rolla
Watch Commercials, more Commercials, watch Jerry, Not Oprah
Buy a Better Life from The Comfort of Your Sofa
Here’s Popcorn, Here’s Magazines, Here’s Milkshake, Here’s Blue Jeans
Here’s Padded Bras, Here’s Long Cars
Here’s Football Shirts, Here’s Baseball Caps
Here’s Live Talk Shows, Here’s Video Games, Here’s Cola Lite, Here’s Timberlake
Here’s Fingertips, Here’s Collagen, Here’s All Night Bars, Here’s Plastic

We Want Your Soul

Go back to bed America, Your Government is in Control Again
Here, Here’s American Gladiators
Watch this, shut up

Go back to bed America,
Here’s American Gladiators, Here’s 56 channels of it
Watch these pictuary retards banging their fucking skulls together
And congratulate you on living in the Land of Freedom
Here you are America
You are free to do as we tell you
You are free to do as we tell you

We Want Your Soul

No Cookies No Strays No Drop Outs No Gays No Lefties No Loonies No Opinions
No Way No Bankers No Teachers No Facts No Freaks
No Skaters No Tweakers No Truth Nothing
Here’s Popcorn, Here’s Magazines, Here’s Milkshake, Here’s Blue Jeans
Here’s Padded Bras, Here’s Long Cars
Here’s Football Shirts, Here’s Baseball Caps
Here’s A Very Very Very Very Very … Long Infomercial

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Atom Bomb

Baby's got an atom bomb
Twenty two megaton

Baby got a poison gas
Baby got a heart attacks
Baby got a pain on tap
Baby gimme some of that

Baby got a nobel prize
Given for the perfect crime
Baby got an alibi
Baby got eight more lives

Baby got a satellite
Baby got second sight
Baby got a masterplan
A foolproof master plan

Baby got purple hair
Baby got a secret lair
Baby got an army there
I ain't ever seen baby scared

(Gimme some of that)
(Gimme some of that)

Baby got a crystal ball
Baby doesn't care at all
Baby's having too much fun
Baby got an atom bomb

Baby got a fleet at sea
And a submarine called Emergency
She got a motorcade
She got a monorail
Going coast to coast on a campain trail
Playing deck of cards in an armoured car
She got a kung fu star as a bodyguard
She got a juju charm
She got a magic spell
She got a genie all three is working well
She got a tv show
She got a shopping mall
She got a miracle, she doesn't want at all
She got a monument at a great expense
She got a head of state and a president
She got destiny, she got supremecy
She got everything from A - Z
She got it all down tight, she got nothing wrong
She got the whole wide world singing baby's song

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Moonaddicted


I lost my body in a cool damn night
I was blinded by the shimmering light
Now i’m just flying around
Without a word without a sound
Without a word without a ...

I lost my path
I found my way
Are you talking to me
I’m too high i can’t hear what you say
Without a word without a sound
I’m too high i can’t hear what you say
I’m too high i can’t hear what...i...

Fade away now
We´re just a little bit moonaddicted
Forget the day now
We´re just a little bit moonaddicted

Fade away now
We´re just a little bit moonaddicted
Forget the day now
We´re just a little bit moonaddicted

Now i’m just flying around
And i’m just wondering
What all the people are
Doing here
Underneath the clouds

Fade away now
We´re just a little bit moonaddicted
Forget the day now
We´re just a little bit moonaddicted

Fade away now
We´re just a little bit moonaddicted
Forget the day now
We´re just a little bit moonaddicted

(voice fx part)

Fade away now
We´re just a little bit moonaddicted
Forget the day now
We´re just a little bit moonaddicted

Fade away now
We´re just a little bit moonaddicted
Forget the day now
Moonaddicted

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Gnarls Barkley - Crazy

I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind,
There was something so pleasant about that place . (Or phase)
Even your emotions had an echo in so much space.

And when you're out there, without care,
Yeah, I was out of touch.
But it wasn't because I didn't know enough:
I just knew too much

Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Possibly

And I hope that you are having the time of your life,
But think twice, that's my only advice.

Come on now who do you, who do you, who do you think you are,
Ha ha ha, bless your soul,

You really think you're in control!

Well,
I think you're crazy...
I think you're crazy...
I think you're crazy...
Just like me.

My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on a limb,
And all I remember is thinkin' I wanna be like them. hmhmhm

Ever since I was little, ever since I was little it looked like fun,
And it's no coincidence I've come, mmm
And I can die when I'm done.

But maybe I'm crazy?
Maybe you're crazy?
Maybe we're crazy?
Probably!

Craig

Everyone knows Jesus
The guy who healed the lame.
Well I am Jesus's brother
Craig is my name.
Jesus is the Prince of Peace.
Jesus is the Lamb.
Jesus is the Son of God
But Craig don't give a damn.

Because when Craig's in sight
We'll party all damn night.
I don't turn water into wine
But into cold Coors Light.
I'm not my brother, I know,
Don't walk on H2O,
But I got hydroponic shit that me and Judas grow.

I'm fuckin' Craig
I'm fuckin' Craig
Yeah I'm fuckin' Craig
Craig Christ

I hang out with Lepers,
Barabas and Salome.
Jesus's friends are called Apostles.
Those dudes are totally gay.
Jesus performs miracles
From Galilee to Rome.
But it would be a miracle
If he brought a fuckin lady home.

Because when Jesus is prayin'
Fuckin Craig is layin'
Every lady in the Testament
You know what im sayin?
I won't die for your sins
Like my famous kin.
But if you have a little sister
Then theres room at this inn.

I'm fuckin' Craig.
Yeah I'm fuckin' Craig.
Fuckin Craig.
Craig Christ.

Jesus was our mothers fav.
All her love to him she gave.
But there's no sibling rivalry
When he's nailed to that tree.
Yeah

And now the question for you
Is not "What Would Jesus Do?"
But where will you be
When the Craig Machine comes partyin' through?
And if the Lord will allow
You've got to ask yourself how,
and who and why and when and where is your messiah now?

It's fuckin' Craig.
It's Fuckin Craig.
Fuckin' Craig.
Fuckin' Craig.
Craig Christ.
Craig Christ.
Craig Christ.
I'm fuckin' Craig.

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