posted 08-03-2003 08:47 PM            

A confidence man, but why so beleaguered?
He's not a leader, he's a Texas leaguer
Swinging for the fence, got lucky with a strike
Drilling for fear, makes the job simple
Born on third, thinks he got a triple

Blackout weaves its way through the cities
Blackout weaves its way through the cities
Blackout weaves its way, ...

I remember when you sang
That song about today
Now it's tomorrow and
Everything has changed

A think tank of aloof multiplication
A nicotine wish and a colombus decanter
Retrenchment and hoggishness
What's the ruckus?
The haves have not a clue
The immenseness of suffering
And the odd negotiation, a rarity
With onionskin plausibility of life,
And a keyboard reaffirmation

Blackout weaves its way through the cities
Blackout weaves its way through the cities
Blackout weaves its way, ...

I remember when you sang
That song about today
Now it's tomorrow and
Everything has changed

posted 08-03-2003 08:56 PM            

Here is one more well known..

Wake Up

Although ya try to iscredit
Ya still never edit
The needle, I'll thread it
Radically poetic
Standin' with the fury that they had in '66
And like E - Double, I'm mad
Still knee - deep in the system's shit
Hoover, he was a body remover
I'll give ya a dose
But it'll never come close
To the rage built up inside of me
Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy

Movements come and movements go
Leaders speak, movements cease
When theirheads are flown
'Cause all these punks
Got bullets in their heads
Department of police, the judge, the feds
Networks at work, keepin' people calm

You know they went after King
When he spoke out on Vietnam
He turned the power to the have - nots
And then came the shot

Wit' poetry, my mind I flex
Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat fitnesse
Whadda I have to do to wake you up
To shake you up, to break the structure up
'Cause this blood still floods in the gutter
I'm like talkin' photos
Mad boy kicks open the shutter
Set the groove
Then I stick and move like I was Cassius
Rep the stutter step
Then bomb a left upon the facists
Yea, the several federal men
Who pulled schemes on the dream
And put it to an end

Ya better beware
Of retribution with mind war
20/20 visions and murals with metaphors

The networks at work, keepin' people calm
Ya know they murdered X
And tried to blame it on Islam
He turned the power to the have - nots
And then came the shot

What was the price on his head

posted 08-03-2003 08:58 PM            

And you never did think
That it ever would happen again
( In America, did you )
You never did think
That we'd ever get together again
( We damn sure could )
Yeah, we're walkng real proud
And we're talkin' real loud again
( In America )
You never did think
That it ever would happen again

From The Sound up in Long Island
Out to San Francisco Bay
And everthing that's in between them
Is our own
And we may have done a little bit
Of fightin' amongst ourselves
But you outside people best leave us
alone
'Cause we'll all stick together
And you can take that to the bank
That's the cowboys and the hippies
And the rebels and and the yanks
You just go and lay your hand
On a Pittsburgh Steelers' fan
And I think you're gonna finally
understand

And you never did think
That it ever would happen again
( In America, did you )
You never did think
That we'd ever get together again
( We damn sure could )
Yeah, we're walkng real proud
And we're talkin' real loud again
( In America )
You never did think
That it ever would happen again
-------------

Charlie Daniels is cool.

posted 08-03-2003 09:05 PM            

Hey, yo f**k it. I'm rollin in a 4-barrel Camaro, toward the Triboro, eyes
narrow East River flow with marrow, along side the bridge zombies
pushing bodies in wheel barrows, bitches sterile follow on crutches of
rusted arrows try to breath through esophagus stuffed with sparrows,
the imperial, terrarembrium, the spherical, I turn the steering wheel
and pull into a 7-Eleven, met up with Billy, Danny, Rob and Evan from the
fucking Bio, yo we down for survival with acid raindrenched skin infest-
ed by termites, hermaphrodites on bikes swing spikes, think twice as I
try to pacify the pariah beside the driver and Shotgun kelly flips the
visor, time to devise a plan to reverse the demise of man before he's met
by the lastset of the sun, armageddon, no question to answer, disaster
results from behavior patterns. Earth lay raped, escape to saturn in a
capsule, thirteen days of travel. Upon arrival plans unravel, imbalance
of chemical pheremones, clones with no genitals surround us, we can't
f**k them, no means of reproduction. I hear a scream and turn in that
direction, 33-23-33, I see seven, coming toward us, to reward us...

Disorder, enter the Millenium, time gets shorter
Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder

Armageddon, a new death is dawnin', I like the smell of napalm in the
morning, four riders of the apocalypse descend from the north, a tear in
my eye, I behold a pale horse.

Armageddon, no time to cry we all die as
the sky turns red, the missles start to fly. Factions take action, eleven
families rule, the millenium approaches, survival of the roaches. Body
armor will make you feel calmer or safe from the drama, deploy stealth
military bombers, ass out, get down on your knees and pray; illuminati
takes your soul on the eve of judgement day as the armies of darkness
irradicate life and we all go to hell and satan f**s your wife. Strife, ter-
ror without a minute to pray, human beings at odds, peace becomes dis-
aray, I'm humongous from Mad Max, Lord of the Wasteland with crazy ill
troops all at my command, don't you ever fall victim to my master plan,
I'm the dealer of death and here's your motherf**in' hand.

I'm ready to take back whatever they sold ya cuz the scheme is a SECRET
nobody ever told ya, an underground illuminated tribe of radicals
ready to take forth and feast like cannibals, animals, huffing the fumes
of rotting flesh exhumed from the corpses of presisdents, dissents and
fools with a one way ticket from the TEMPLE of doom, dark sides of
moons and ill atomic booms leave the earth all shakin and full of
wounds from Krakatoa east of Java to Camaroon, and coming soon to a
theater near you, the end of everything that we once knew.

The grand finale strap my body with TNT, take the president and his
bitch with me tearing down the walls of this conspiracy, f**k skull and
bones and illuminati. Irradication of the land of the free but I'm the
brave, ain't going out like a motherf**kin' slave, neobarbaric post-
apocalyptic war, ground zero NY, the world at war.

I woke up, bar codes on my forehead, it's a living nightmare, my families
all dead. I gotta call Fred but no dail tone, I'm out for
self cuz I'm gonna die alone, this is madness I'm drooling with the lock
jaw, my elevator don't go to the top floor, I hold my breath cuz the O2
killed, I'm suffocating, I can't pay my oxYgen bill. There's no tomorrow, I
wish a nigga murder me, the president declared a state of emergency.
The coast guard bangin' at my front door, I got homemade bombs if they
want war. There's no sun, they put a fucking chip in me, I'm a clone, mat-
ta fact it's a different me. I'm high tech kid, you get a bomb in the mail, so
if you die today then I'll see you in hell, I'll see you in hell, see you in hell.

New World Disorder...Time gets shorter.
Behold a pale horse....New World Disorder

posted 08-04-2003 11:02 AM            

JAZZ
Herbie Hancock
Weather Report
Dave Brubeck
Louis Armstrong
Ursula Dudziak

BIG BAND
Duke Ellington
Stan Kenton
Cab Calloway
Perez Prado
Esquevel
Spike Jones
Kay Kayser

SINGERS
Dean Martin
Nat King Cole
Frankie Lane
Julie London
Tony Bennett
Sam Cooke
Sade
Thetaloops

FOLK
The Weavers
Kingston trio
Joan Baez
Bob Dylan
America
Biff Rose

OLDIES
Bill Haley and The Comets
The Flamingoes
The Fireflies
The Tornadoes
The Outsiders
Buffalo Springfield
Frankie Avalon

PSYCHEDELIC
Tea Company
Vanilla Fudge
The Beatles
Jefferson Airplane
The Doors
Spirit
Graffiti
Jimi Hendrix Experience
Crazy World of Arthur Brown

PROGRESSIVE
Gentle Giant
Van Der Graaf Generator
Genesis
Emerson Lake Palmer
PFM
King Crimson
Moody Blues
Pink Floyd
Jethro Tull
UK
Bo Hannson
Magma
The Strawbs
Happy the Man

TECHNO/AMBIENT
Meat Beat Manifesto
808 State
The Orb
Future Sound of London
Kraftwerk
Yello
Cold Cut
Tangerine Dream
Hooverphonic

ELECTRONIC
Lothar and the Hand People
United States of America
Tonto's Expanding Headband
White Noise
Stardrive

UN-CATEGORIZABLE
The Residents
Frank Zappa
Noble Gas
Negativland
Firesign Theatre

NEW WAVE
Devo
The Fixx
Thomas Dolby
Lene Lovich
Blancmange
Art of Noise
Billy Idol
Talk Talk

METAL/PUNK
Flesh Assembly
Black Flag
Dead Kennedys
The Clash
Agent Orange
Ozzie/Black Sabbath
Sins of thy Beloved
Metallica

REGGAE/SKA
Bob Marley
Peter Tosh
Black Uhuru
Aswad
Mighty Sparrow
The Specials

HIP HOP/RAP
KRS-1
Digital Underground
Public Enemy
Tribe called Quest
Consolidated
Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy

SOUNDTRACK
Forbidden Planet
Fabulous Baron Munchausen (1961)
Red Planet
Lawnmower Man 2
North by Northwest
Angry Red Planet
Atomic Submarine
Fabulous World of Jules Verne
7th Voyage of Sinbad

SURF
The Ventures
The Super Stocks
The Marketts
The Chantays
The Beach Boys
Mr Gasser and The Weirdos
Gary Usher
Dick Dale and The Deltones
The Astronauts

posted 08-04-2003 07:33 PM            

by Chirs Iberle
June 02, 2003

Radiohead is one of those bands who can change their sound from album to album, yet stay distinctively and uniquely "Radiohead". Hail to the Thief, the new album due out June 10, may not be the reinvention some might expect, but it is most definitely Radiohead doing what they do best: making wonderfully intricate music and concept albums. Thief stays true to that tradition, a detailed and complex album that is sure to spark interest and maybe a little controversy.

Hail to the Thief, a reference to George W. Bush’s non-military coup of the White House, will strike a chord in those who pay attention to the message.

Going beyond simple Bush bashing, lead singer Thom Yorke brings his haunting voice and lyrics to an album that references George Orwell’s 1984 throughout, beginning with the very first track, "2+2=5". As drawing comparisons between the Bush administration and Big Brother become easier and easier, Yorke and the boys are adding a suitably daunting and ominous soundtrack.

Hail to the Thief follows Radiohead’s earlier Ok Computer in its digitally influenced and enhanced sound. Adding just enough nuance, a blip here and a bleep there, helps add to the whole "computerization of society" theme. In addition, it tweaks and infiltrates every track (most notably on "Sit Down, Stand Up") adding a complexity that only helps accentuate Yorke’s soaring vocals and the chunky guitar riffs. In contrast, acoustic or piano driven tracks (occurring later in the album, such as "I Will") seem even more human and heartfelt than ever.

Many of the tracks on Hail to the Thief are guitar-based, but most of the album has a wide mix of synthesizers, piano, guitar, computer programs, and other odd instruments. Each one adds a new level of interest to every eerie track. This is not new to Radiohead, and is something they do extremely well. But the entire concept and theme of Big Brother (or George W. Bush) is punctuated by special effects or synthesizers, compelling you to watch your back and wonder if he really is watching.

Thief as a whole stands as a very good piece of work, Radiohead-wise. It is true, though, that comparing Radiohead albums is tough to do. In comparison to other albums by other artists coming out right now, it is fantastic, and I most definitely recommend it.

Yorke’s lyrics are as metaphorical as always, with each song one serving as a reminder to resist becoming a mechanical being, ruled by the forces that be through various avenues. He asks us to re-evaluate everything around us, including the very value system with which we judge the world. Hail to the Thief is another wonderful concept album from one of the most forward thinking bands of our time, and gets 2+2=5 stars in my book.

Christ Iberle is a freshman journalism major.

posted 08-04-2003 10:17 PM            

Nothing like the sound of a Fender guitar.

posted 08-05-2003 03:50 AM            

uhhhh Thank ya' mama.

I think I $#!+ my pants now mama.

posted 08-09-2003 05:52 PM            

Earth and sea cower from my screams
As I climb into the skies
Atop sins towered heaven high for me
From whence I see no reason why
I should not smite with vengeance
And hurl thieves down from paradise
For storms before were as nothing more
Than a breeze next to this night

I am Methuselah of the Tribulation
The Moonchild come to harm
A riot of stars shaken from their stations

The coking smoke of Jerusalem burning
Six vices become wrath

And though half-blind with ravening
Like Phineus now I see
The end declared from the beginning
Love won through My defeat

But now I fear I will never peer
On Her radiance again
I shall glimpse instead, the slurried red
Of faces pressed to bloodstained panes

Betrayed and played by God
Who alone but He
Scapegraced and goated me?
Now I wish to piss on His parade

Angels, clawed, with burnished wings
Still loyal, kiss the seal
Bent on knees and harrowing
Promise overkill

Know that you shall die like whores
And the cries of your writhings shall rise
To please their Lord...
So before the sword
Side with me in slaughter

I am Methuselah of the Tribulation
The Moonchild come to harm
The spoken horns of desolation

Drink the pouring of my fury
Those darkened waters spur
The brink of war as judge and jury
And rapist executioner
Our time is short, the horsemen ride
A foul-breathed chora howls, besides
Damnation and a day has passed
This divine right to genocide

Weld the gates to heaven shut
The abyss leers in hissing ruts
Unhilt the black grimoire of death
Inscribe all names that God has left

I lived the dream of nymph and men
But now the nightmares come again

posted 08-10-2003 09:08 PM            

We refuse to be
What you wanted us to be;
We are what we are:
That's the way (way) it's going to be. You don't know!
You can't educate I and I
For no equal opportunity:
(Talkin' 'bout my freedom) Talkin' 'bout my freedom,
People freedom (freedom) and liberty!
Yeah, we've been trodding on the winepress much too long:

Rebel...........rebel!

Yes, we've been trodding on the winepress much too long:

Rebel...........rebel!

Babylon system is the vampire, yea! (vampire)
Suckin' the children day by day, yeah!
Me say: de Babylon system is the vampire, falling empire,

Suckin' the blood of the sufferers, yea yeah-ah

Building church and university, wo - o - ooh, yeah! -
Deceiving the people continually, yea - ea!

Me say them graduatin' thieves and murderers;
Look out now: they suckin' the blood of the sufferers (sufferers).
Yea - ea - ea! (sufferers)

Tell the children the truth;
Tell the children the truth;
Tell the children the truth right now!
Come on and tell the children the truth;
Tell the children the truth;
Tell the children the truth;
Tell the children the truth;
Come on and tell the children the truth.

'Cause - 'cause we've been trodding on ya winepress much too long:

Rebel.............rebel!

And we've been taken for granted much too long:

Rebel........rebel now!

Trodding on the winepress (rebel):
Got to rebel, y'all (rebel)!
We've been trodding on the winepress much too long - ye - e - ah! (rebel)
Yea - e - ah! (rebel) Yeah! Yeah!

Now we know everything we got to rebel
Somebody got to pay for the work
We've done, rebel.

posted 08-28-2003 06:04 PM            

Prison Song Lyrics
System Of A Down
Toxicity

They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison

Following the rights movements you clamped on with your iron fists
Drugs became conveniently available for all the kids
Following the rights movements you clamped on with your iron fists
Drugs became conveniently available for all the kids

I buy my crack, I smack my bitch, right here in hollywood
(Nearly 2 million americans are incarcerated in the prison system, prison system of the U.S.)

They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
For you and me to live in
Another prison system
Another prison system
Another prison system
For you and me

Minor drug offenders fill the prisons
You don't even flinch
All our taxes paying for the wars against the new-non-rich
Minor drug offenders fill the prisons
You don't even flinch
All our taxes paying for the wars against the new-non-rich

I buy my crack, I smack my bitch, right here in hollywood
(The percentage of americans in the prison system, prison system has doubled since 1985)

They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
For you and me to live in
Another prison system
Another prison system
Another prison system
For you and me

For you and me
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
For you and me
Oh baby you and me

War research and successful drug policies shows that treatment should be increased
And law enforcement decreased while obolishing mandatory minimum sentences
War research and successful drug policies shows that treatment should be increased
And law enforcement decreased while obolishing mandatory minimum sentences

Utilizing drugs to pay for secret wars around the world
Drugs are now your global policy, now you police the globes

I buy my crack, I smack my bitch, right here in hollywood
(Drug money is used to rig elections and train brutal corporate sponsored dictators around the world)

They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
For you and me to live in
Another prison system
Another prison system
Another prison system
For you and me
For you and me

They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
For you and me
Oh baby you and me

posted 09-02-2003 08:14 AM            

Haters call me bitch
Call me faggot
Call me whitey
But I am something you can never be
(Hey)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I won't look prettier if I smile for the picture.
Motherfuckers never liked me then
And they sure won't like me now
Don't try to drag me down in your cliche
You fake grin fits your faker face
So I find all my pleasure in your misery, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'll step on you on my way up
I'll step on you on my way down
I'll step on you on my way up
I'll step on you on my way down

Haters call me bitch
Call me faggot
Call me whitey
But I am something that you'll never be
(Hey)
Haters call me bitch
Call me faggot
Call me whitey
But I am something that you'll never be
(Hey)

I'll be your scapegoat
I'll be your savior
I'm the better of two evils
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm the better of two evils
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm the better of two evils
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I want to hang all you cattle with your velvet rope
Motherfuckers step up and get into an orderly line
I'll show you how to make a muscle
Takes less strength to grin then it
Does to spit on all you paparazzi Nazis, yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

I'll step on you on my way up
I'll fucking step on you on my way down

Haters call me bitch
Call me faggot
Call me whitey
But I am something that you'll never be
(Hey)
Haters call me bitch
Call me faggot
Call me whitey
But I am something that you'll never be
(Hey)

I'll be your scapegoat
I'll be your savior
I'm the better of two evils
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm the better of two evils
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm the better of two evils
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Don't try to lead me to temptation
Don't try to lead me to temptation
Don't try to lead me to temptation
I've been delievred, and I already know the way
Hey!

Haters call me bitch
Call me faggot
Call me whitey
But I am something that you'll never be
Hey!
Haters call me bitch
Call me faggot
Call me whitey
But I am something that you'll never be
Hey!

I'll be your scapegoat
I'll be your savior

I'm the better of two evils
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm the better of two evils
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm the better of two evils
Yeah, yeah, yeah