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"Another one bites the dust...and another one down, another one down."

"We are the champions, my friend. And we'll keep on fighting, 'til the end." - Queen.

Like those?

I have no idea what you meen by teenage angst lyrics. Songs we related to through our angst?

Social Distortion - Don't Drag Me Down

Children are taught to hate
Parents just couldn't wait
Some are rich and some are poor
Others will just suffer more
Have you ever been ashamed
And felt society try to keep you down, I begin to watch things change
And see them turn around
Turn around
They'll try to keep you down
Turn around [x2]
Don't drag me down

Ignorance is like a gun in hand
Reach out to the promised land
Your history books are full of lies
Media-blitz gonna dry your eyes
Have you ever been afraid
And felt society try to keep you down, I begin to watch things change
And see them turn around

Turn around
They'll try to keep you down
Turn around [x2]
Don't drag me down

Ignorance is like a gun in hand, reach out to the promised land
Your history books
Are full of lies, media-blitz gonna dry your eyes
You're eighteen
Wanna be a man
Your granddaddy's in
The Klu Klux Klan
Taking two steps foward
And four steps back
Gonna go to the White House
And paint it black

[x2] Turn around
They'll try to keep you down
Turn around [x2]
Don't drag me
Down

"Another one bites the dust...and another one down, another one down."

"We are the champions, my friend. And we'll keep on fighting, 'til the end." - Queen.

Like those?

shit we have something in common! I loved Queen, still do, Fred shakespear of rock!

love his Highlander stuff too.

Yep, the Highlander songs were great.

The song I relate to more than any other...but can't recall title, lyric : 'I'm going slightly mad' what was that?

I don't remember that one off the top of my head. I'm sure I'd remember it if I heard it, though. I liked "It's A Kind of Magic" a lot. Hell, I like just about anything they did though.

I don't remember that one off the top of my head. I'm sure I'd remember it if I heard it, though. I liked "It's A Kind of Magic" a lot. Hell, I like just about anything they did though.

I'll google it, All my Queen stuff got stolen when my old flat was broken into, need to restock.

Silly me, that's what the song IS called!

Artist: Queen Lyrics
Song: I'm Going Slightly Mad Lyrics

"
When the outside temperature rises
And the meaning is oh so clear
One thousand and one yellow daffodils
Begin to dance in front of you - oh dear
Are they trying to tell you something?
You're missing that one final screw
You're simply not in the pink my dear
To be honest you haven't got a clue
I'm going slightly mad
I'm going slightly mad
It finally happened - happened
It finally happened - ooh oh
It finally happened - I'm slightly mad
Oh dear!
I'm one card short of a full deck
I'm not quite the shilling
One wave short of a shipwreck
I'm not at my usual top billing
I'm coming down with a fever
I'm really out to sea
This kettle is boiling over
I think I'm a banana tree
Oh dear, I'm going slightly mad
I'm going slightly mad
It finally happened, happened
It finally happened uh huh
It finally happened I'm slightly mad - oh dear!
I'm knitting with only one needle
Unravelling fast its true
I'm driving only three wheels these days
But my dear how about you?
I'm going slightly mad
I'm going slightly mad
It finally happened
It finally happened oh yes
It finally happened
I'm slightly mad!
Just very slightly mad!
And there you have it!

http://music.yahoo.com/track/1094455

I love this!

I think because I 'feel' like it lol, not going 'completely' mad, just 'slightly'!

From teenage yrs but not fan now: Toyah wilcox's: 'I'm gonna turn this world inside out' title again lost on me?

Yeah, good song. :) The Queen one.

i still have to scream this regularly while furiously beating my guitar.

Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the 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 have done nothin' but build to destroy
You play with my world like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand then you hide from my eyes
Then you turn and run farther when the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old you lie and deceive
A world war can't be won, and 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 that fasten all the triggers for the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch while the death count gets
higher
You hide in your mansions while the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies and gets 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 won't ever buy back your soul

And I hope that you die and your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket through the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered into your death bed
Then I'll stand over your grave till I'm sure that you're
dead

Meh, too many old farts on this website.:p

Hazen Street - Back Home

I cant believe two years have gone by
I hold my head and think about the times
You know
I never thought Id leave there
But looking back now
I had to grow
Had to breathe
These city sreets
They didnt feed
i made my mark
did my part
its in my heart
im reminiscing now

No matter where i stay
i find my way back home(back home)
And ill never forget those days
No ill never forget you

I cant believe so much has changed
My old neighbourhood
its not the same
its like
its like i never lived there
but here i am now
i wanted more
had to leave before the city life would get the best of me
Start a new life with my family
Still this thing beats inside of me

No matter where i stay
i find my way back home(back home)
And ill never forget those days
No ill never forget you (X2)

I cant take it back
i cant live in the past
i know where im from
i know where im at (X2)
i cant take it back (you cant take me back)
i cant live in the past

cant believe two years have gone by
i hold my head and think about the times
you know i never thought id leave here
but looking back now

No matter where i stay
i find my way back home(back home)
And ill never forget those days
No ill never forget you

No matter where i stay
my heart will stay back home
and ill never forget those days
no ill never forget you

New York, MIA,LAX, Back to JFK, L.E.S, Westside 95, NY till we die(X2)

QM...How about some links to live plays so we can hear some of these tunes?

I want to break free.........I want to break free.......changed my mind this favourite now...another queen one.

QM...How about some links to live plays so we can hear some of these tunes?

I wouldn't know where to find them. If you use Limewire, just do a simple search (copy and paste) and the songs should come up within seconds.

Fall Out Boy - A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More "Touch Me"

I confess, I'm just messed up
dropping "I'm sorrys” like you're still around
And I know you dressed up
said “hey kid you'll never live this down”

And you're just the girl all the boys want to dance with
And I'm just the boy who's had too many chances

I'm sleeping on your folk's porch again, dreaming
She said, she said, she said, "Why don't you just drop dead?"

I don't blame you for being you
But you can't blame me for hating it
So say, what are you waiting for?
Kiss her, kiss her
I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late

Write me off, give up on me
cause darling what did you expect
I'm just off a lost cause
a long shot, don't even take this bet

You can make all the moves, you can aim all the spotlights
Get all the sighs and the moans just right

I'm just always on
You said you'd keep me honest
(you're always on)
But I won't call you on it

For any rap fans out there.

Eminem feat. Royce Da 59 - Bad Meets Evil

[Eminem]
I don't speak, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet
I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat
I translate when my voice is read through a sismograph
And a noise is bred, picked up and transmitted through Royce's head
(AAHHH)
Trapped him in his room, possessed him and hoist his bed
Till the evilness flows through his blood like poisonous lead
Told him each one of his boys is dead
I asked him to come to the dark side, he made a choice and said

[Royce]
Who hard? yo I done heard worse
We can get in two cars and accelerate at each other
To see which one'll swerve first
Two blind bandits panic, whose mental capacity holds
That of a globe on top of nine other planets
Kissed the cheek of the devil
Intelligence level is hell-ier than treble peakin on speakers in the
ghetto
Dismissal, I'm not a fair man, disgraced the race of a atheist
Intercepting missles wit my bare hands like a patriot
One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ corpse
In my past life when the Black Knight mounted the white horse
And stay over-worked, its like the Nazis in the nations
Collaborating, attemptin to take over the earth

[Eminem]
Cuz this is what happens when Bad Meets Evil
We hit the trees till we look like Vietnamese people
He's Evil, and I'm Bad like Steve Segal
Above the Law cuz I don't agree wit police either (shit, me neither)
We ain't eager to be legal
So please leave me wit the keys to your Jeep Eagle
I breathe ether in three amounts
When I stab myself in the knee with a diseased needle
Releasin rage on anybody in squeezing range
Cold enough to make the seasons change into freezing rain
(He's insane) No I'm not, I just want to shoot up and I'm pissed off
Cuz I can't find a decent vain

[Royce]
The disaster wit dreds
I'm Bad enough to commit suicide and survive long enough
To kill my soul after I'm dead
When in danger it's funny actually my flavor's similar to a waiter
Cuz I serve any stranger wit money
I spray a hundred, man until they joint chains
While slippin bullets at point blank range like they was punches
Piss on a flag and burn it, murder you then come to your funeral
Serve this lobbyist, strangle your body then confirm you
Whippin human ass, throwin blows crackin jaws
Wit my fists wrapped in gause, dipped in glue and glass
I'm blazin MC's, at the same time amazin MC's
Somehow MC's ain't that eye-brow raisin to me
From all of angles of us, flash a mack loud enough to cast an avalanche
And bust till volcanoes errupt

^^^Ha, that last song represents the epitome of teenage angst. I love listening to it when I'm pissed off.

oh oh oh! hol up

from a true rebel leader


tupac shakur

Uhh.. dear Mr. President
Whas happenin?
I'm writin you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right around the time when you got elected
Ain't nothin changed
All the promises you made, before you got elected..
.. they ain't came true

2Pac:
Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood
Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President
(Me and my homies is wonderin what's goin on.. holla!)
Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood
Send mo' troops..

Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious
cause I'm seldom in the company of bitches
Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss
each and every trick or bitch, inside the shit I kick
My heaviest verse'll move a mountain
Casualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countin
Fuck the friendships, I ride alone
Destination Death Row, finally found a home
Plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia
Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely
yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home
Everybody's doped up, nigga what you smokin on?
Figure if we high they can train us
but then America fucked up and blamed up
I guess it's cause we black that we targets
My only fear is God, I spit that hard shit
In case you don't know, I let my pump go
Get it? ride for? Cthulhu like I ride for Geronimo
Down to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my letter to the President

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
(What should I do?)
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops

E.D.I.:
Oh youse a ball in the White House, I hope you comfortable
cause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out
under the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartless
and young soul bros, ready to rode a starship
Launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the Godless
I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that
Wanna ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt
It's the only thing makin pay besides smoke and work
On a mission listen more chips my goal and position
First on my decision I realized the same nigga
Trippin to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar
Muh'fuckers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin better
But you keep, tellin us, that it is
while your motherfuckin troops keep killin our kids, dig
Don't be surprised if you see us
Dumpin with nuttin but artillery to free us, motherfucker

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops

Kastro:
Strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbroke
Fightin first my trained brain until it's not so
It's hostile, niggaz lick shots to watch the glocks glow
Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals
And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets
to people beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeks
Mr. President, it's evident, nobody really care
for a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair
I was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart stale
So I'ma bring hell to earth until my heart fail
But y'all play fair, give me and mine, I'll share
Til y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here
Me and these 223'sll freeze the biggest with ease
I'm still a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his knees
and I've been born to represent, for that I've been heaven sent
And I meant, every word, in my letter, to the President

Shit is still fucked up y'all
And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better
and it ain't gon' get better

2Pac:
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up..

Heavenly Father may I holla at you briefly
I wanna meet the President, but will he meet me?
He's scared to look inside the eyes of a Thug Nigga
We tired of bein scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin
How hypocritical is Liberty?
That blind bitch ain't never did shit for me
My history, full of casket and scars
My own black nation at war, whole family behind bars
And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin hard
Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God?
Somewhere in the middle of my mind
is a nigga on the tightrope, screamin let him die
Can't lie I'm a thug, drownin in my own blood
Lookin for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs
Down to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my letter to the President

Big Syke:
Blacks is broke, think it's a joke that we livin low?
Y'all sniffin blow and postin what they hittin fo'?
Tell the secretary it's necessary we get paid
Look what you made, little kids gettin sprayed
Day after day, and night after night
Battles and wars to the daylight
We might change and rearrange if you do somethin
Til then we gonna keep it comin, Mr. President
Hehe
And I meant every word in my letter to the President

2Pac:
Word motherfuckin life
Fuck this nigga think?
Cuttin taxes, takin off welfare
We 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin?
Motherfuckers crazier than a motherfuckin ??
Nigga this Thug Life, Westside Outlaw Immortalz nigga
We fin' to hustle til we come up

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops

Dear Mr. Clinton, shit
It's gettin harder and harder for a motherfucker
to make a dollar in these here streets
I mean shit, I hear you screamin peace
But we can't find peace
til my little niggaz on these streets get a piece
I know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me
So why don't you help a nigga out?
Sayin you cuttin welfare
That got us niggaz on the street, thinkin who in the hell care?
Shit, y'all want us to put down our glocks and our rocks
but y'all ain't ready to give us no motherfuckin dollars
What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool?
We ain't stupid
Think you got us lookin to lose
Tryin to turn all us young niggaz into troops
You want us to fight your war
What the fuck I'm fightin for?
Shit, I ain't got no love here
I ain't had a check all year
Taxin, all the blacks and
police beatin me in the streets
Fuck peace

These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops

"With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more!!! More, More, More!!!!" - Billy Idol

Darling Nikki by Prince

I knew a girl named nikki
I guess u could say she was a sex fiend
I met her in a hotel lobby
Masturbating with a magazine
She said how’d u like 2 waste some time
And I could not resist when I saw little nikki grind

She took me 2 her castle
And I just couldn’t believe my eyes
She had so many devices
Everything that money could buy
She said sign your name on the dotted line
The lights went out
And nikki started 2 grind

Nikki

The castle started spinning
Or maybe it was my brain
I can’t tell u what she did 2 me
But my body will never be the same
Her lovin’ will kick your behind
Oh, she’ll show u no mercy
But she’ll sho’nuff sho’nuff show u how 2 grind

Darlin’ nikki

Woke up the next morning
Nikki wasn’t there
I looked all over and all I found
Was a phone unmber on the stairs
It said thank u 4 a funky time
Call me up whenever u want 2 grind

Oh, nikki, ohhhh

Come back nikki, come back
Your dirty little prince
Wanna grind grind grind grind grind grind grind grind grind

{backwards at the end...}
Hello, how r u? I’m fine. ’cause I know
That the lord is coming soon, coming, coming soon.

"With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more!!! More, More, More!!!!" - Billy Idol

yeh, bet you like Meat Loaf too ay, Bat out of hell. :)

I mainly like rock, was rocker for few yrs, fab clothes, then did slight hippy thing but classier and now edging towards gothic. Anyway back to music of our mispent youth,

Lenny Kravitz - that ace guitar solo (I am air guitar expert) what was that called?

This one from my past keeps popping up now since I bought my 9 year old the new Tony Hawk skating game for the playstation. This is one of the recurring background songs in the game. I started singing along when I first heard it and my son asked "how come you know this song dad?"...... Well son a long time ago......

Institutionalized

Sometimes I try to do things and it just doesn't work out the way I wanted
to.
I get real frustrated and I try hard to do it and I take my time and it
doesn't work out the way I wanted to.
It's like I concentrate real hard and it doesn't work out
Everything I do and everything I try never turns out
It's like I need time to figure these things out
But there's always someone there going

Hey Mike:
You know we've been noticing you've been having a lot of problems lately.You
know, maybe you should get away and maybe you should talk about it, maybe
you'll feel a lot better

And I go:
No it's okay, you know I'll figure it out, just leave me alone I'll figure
it out. You know I'll just work by myself.

And they go:
Well you know if you want to talk about it I'll be here you know and you'll
probably feel a lot better if you talk about it.

And I go:
No I don't want to I'm okay, I'll figure it out myself and they just keep
bugging me and they just keep bugging me and it builds up inside and it
builds up inside.

So you're gonna be institutionalized
You'll come out brainwashed with bloodshot eyes
You won't have any say
They'll brainwash you until you see their way.

I'm not crazy - institutionalized
You're the one who's crazy - institutionalized
You're driving me crazy - institutionalized

They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
to give me the needed professional help
to protect me from the enemy, myself

I was in my room and I was just like staring at the wall thinking about
everything but then again I was thinking about nothing
And then my mom came in and I didn't even know she was there she called my
name and I didn't even hear it, and then she started screaming MIKE! MIKE!
And I go:
What, what's the matter
And she goes:
What's the matter with you?
I go:
There's nothing-wrong mom.
And she goes:
Don't tell me that, you're on drugs!
And I go:
No mom I'm not on drugs I'm okay, I was just thinking you know, why don't
you get me a pepsi.
And she goes:
NO you're on drugs!
I go:
Mom I'm okay, I'm just thinking.
She goes:
No you're not thinking, you're on drugs! Normal people don't act that way!
I go:
Mom just give me a Pepsi please
All I want is a Pepsi, and she wouldn't give it to me
All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi, and she wouldn't give it to me.
Just a Pepsi.

They give you a white shirt with long sleeves
Tied around you're back, you're treated like thieves
Drug you up because they're lazy
It's too much work to help a crazy

I'm not crazy - institutionalized
You're the one who's crazy - institutionalized
You're driving me crazy - institutionalized

They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself

I was sitting in my room and my mom and my dad came in and they pulled up
achair and they sat down, they go:
Mike, we need to talk to you
And I go:
Okay what's the matter
They go:
Me and your mom have been noticing lately that you've been having a lot of
problems, you've been going off for no reason and we're afraid you're gonna
hurt somebody, we're afraid you're gonna hurt yourself.
So we decided that it would be in your interest if we put you somewhere
where you could get the help that you need.
And I go:
Wait, what do you mean, what are you talking about, we decided!? My best
interest?! How can you know what's my best interest is? How can you say what
my best interest is? What are you trying to say, I'm crazy? When I went to
your schools, I went to your churches, I went to your institutional learning
facilities?! So how can you say I'm crazy.

They say they're gonna fix my brain
Alleviate my suffering and my pain
But by the time they fix my head
Mentally I'll be dead

I'm not crazy - institutionalized
You're the one who's crazy - institutionalized
You're driving me crazy - institutionalized

They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself

What does it matter i'll probably get hit by a car anyway

Tor, I like Meatloaf. I remember my mom or dad had one of their 8-track tapes when I was a kid. I wouldn't say that I am a huge fan though.

Lenny Kravitz is great, though he is more of a recent aquisition (say '93, and then moreso around '98). I listened to one of his tapes a lot in Somalia in '93, and then more of them in '98 and '99 when I was doing a lot of cocaine and weed and drinking. I don't buy much music anymore though. I probably haven't bought a CD or tape since '99, when I went into rehab.

Here's one for you from the teen years: 867-5309.


Sock, I can relate to that.

Here's one for you from the teen years: 867-5309.


Sock, I can relate to that.

Jenny Jenny who can I turn to?
For the price of a dime I can always tuuurn to you....

Was never a huge meatloaf fan myself but he isn't bad.
Cotton I am old enough to have had an eight track player in my first car. The first eight tracks to be played in said car were.
XTC; Drums and wires
Depeche Mode; Construction time

Jenny, yeah, that was her name. I couldn't remember. Good song. I think I was 9 or 10 when that came out. It's funny how I remember parts of songs. I usually remember how old I was when I liked them though. I liked Depeche Mode, but don't know XTC.

You remember that song, Bette Davis Eyes? I liked Blondie and Devo and that song "Centerfold" by Duran Duran at around this 9 or 10 year age too.

From a little earlier, there was that Diana Ross song where she says something like "You're turning me inside out and...round and round." There was another great song about a boy on a train or something, but I'll have to think more about that one...sung by a woman. The memory of it is fleeting. Damn.

Around 13, there was Night Ranger and Motley Crue's "Shout at the Devil." Shout! Shout!

I like thinking about old songs and how I felt about life when I listened to them as a child. Every time I hear an old song that I liked, old emotions bubble up. High School era songs seem to elicit the most emotion from me for some reason, possibly because it was the happiest time of my life, so far. :)

You remember that song, Bette Davis Eyes? I liked Blondie and Devo and that song "Centerfold" by Duran Duran at around this 9 or 10 year age too.

Yeah still really like early Blondie and I loved DEVO in my teens, even have some good memories with Duran DUran but they were a bit too smarmy forme (I was abit older)

There was another great song about a boy on a train or something, but I'll have to think more about that one...sung by a woman. The memory of it is fleeting. Damn.

Bet it was "Riding on the metro" by Berlin

Around 13, there was Night Ranger and Motley Crue's "Shout at the Devil." Shout! Shout!

Those passed me by I was into punk and altenative at that stage

I like thinking about old songs and how I felt about life when I listened to them as a child. Every time I hear an old song that I liked, old emotions bubble up. High School era songs seem to elicit the most emotion from me for some reason, possibly because it was the happiest time of my life, so far. :)

I know what you mean, there are songs that will always illicit memories of specific times and feelings.

I just downloaded the Berlin song, and that wasn't it. That one sounded kind of like Blondie. This was more like Bette Davis Eyes, but I can't remember anything about it right now. Maybe it will come to me later. I had one fleeting memory of it when I thought of Bette Davis Eyes. I can remember the apartment we lived in and the room I remember listening to it in, and other things that happened before and after I listened to the song, but I've lost almost all memory about the song itself. Man it was sweet though. It'll come to me eventually.

Ah, I remembered. "My Guy." It was sung by a lot of people, like Diana Ross, The Temptations, Mary Wells, and I'm not sure which version I liked around 1979-80, but it was played a lot on the radio around that time.

I love a lot of the old Motown music, but mainly these days I listen to Classic Rock and Reggae.

Ha Ha, please, don't remind me!
Linkin' park, System of a Down
I guess that was preteen angst. I don't even bother with lyrics, you all know they suck :)
Ninth grade, it was all NIN and Radiohead.

"It's the devil's way now/There is no way out/You can scream & you can shout/It is too late now"
"she spread herself wide open to let the insects in/she leaves a trail of honey to show me where she's been/she has the blood of reptile just underneath her skin/seeds from a thousand others drip down from within"

I actually still like that stuff. Tenth grade, I loved the oldies.

"There's a fat old lady outside the saloon/Laying out the credit cards she plays Fortune/The deck is uneven right from the start/And all of their hands are playing a part"

"You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need./You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,/You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed./And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,/You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.
And after a while, you can work on points for style./Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,/A certain look in the eye and an easy smile./You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,/So that when they turn their backs on you,/You'll get the chance to put the knife in.
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder./You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older./And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,/Hide your head in the sand,/Just another sad old man,/All alone and dying of cancer.
And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown./And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone./And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throwaround./So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,/Dragged down by the stone.
I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused./Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used./Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise./If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?
Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending/That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend./And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner/And everything's done under the sun,/And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.
Who was born in a house full of pain./Who was trained not to spit in the fan./Who was told what to do by the man./Who was broken by trained personnel./Who was fitted with collar and chain./Who was given a seat in the stand./Who was breaking away from the pack./Who was only a stranger at home./Who was ground down in the end./Who was found dead on the phone./Who was dragged down by the stone."

Good stuff, I suppose. My friend wen't to limp bizkit. I seroiusly hope he grew out of it.

Marvin Gaye's Sexual Healing.

Papa Roach - Not Listening

I'm not listening, not anymore
The more I learn, the more I ignore
I'm not listening, not anymore
The more I hear, the more I ignore
I'm not listening, not anymore, No

Cause You gotta be bigger, and be faster, and be stronger
if your gonna survive any longer
in this lifetime it better be the right time
the first time might be your last time
am I a failure if I got nothing to lose
No, I'm not a failure, I've got something to prove

Chorus:
I'm not listening, not anymore
The more I learn, the more I ignore
I'm not listening, not anymore
The more I hear, the more I ignore, the more I ignore

Cause I've lost my innocence
and I'm a stranger, A life changer
I'm a man thats not afraid of danger
I walk my own path, and blaze my own trail
because I'm not afraid to derail
I won't get in line or be a middle man
so fuck you I'll make my own plan
and I got respect and I dont neglect
the people that i really care to protect
am I a failure if I got nothing to lose
No, I'm not a failure, I've got something to prove

Chorus

I told you before, wont listen nomore
I told you before, lets settle the score
I told you before, wont listen nomore
I told you before, lets settle the score

If not me then who?
If not now then when?
If not me then who?
If not now then when?

Chorus

I told you before, wont listen nomore
I told you before, lets settle the score
I told you before, wont listen nomore
I told you before, lets settle the score

Shut it up, work it out
Blow it up, set it off
Fuck it up, chuck it out
Put it up, Blow it up
Right now!