quinta-feira, outubro 29, 2009
domingo, dezembro 31, 2006
Pearl Jam - Not for You

Like Muhammad hits the truth
Can't escape from the common rule
If you hate something don't you do it too...too...
Small my table a sets just two
Got so crowded I can't make room
Oh where did they come from? Stormed my room!
And you dare say it belongs to you...to you...
This is not for you (3x)
Oh not for you...ah you...
...scream...my friends...don't call me...
...friends, no they don't scream...
...my friends don't call...my friends don't...
All that's sacred comes from youth
Dedication, naive and true
With no power, nothing to do
I still remember, why don't you...don't you...
This is not for you (3x)
Oh, never was for you...fuck you...
This is not for you...
Oh, this is not for you...yeah, you...
This is not for you...
Oh, not for you...
Oh, you...
sábado, dezembro 23, 2006
Pearl Jam - Rats
bare their gums when they moan and squeak
lick the dirt off a larger one's feet, they don't push, don't crowd
congregate until they're much too loud
fuck to procreate till they are dead
drink the blood of their so called best friend
they don't scurry when something bigger comes their way
don't pack themselves together and run as one
don't shit where they're not supposed to
don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare
they don't scam, don't fight, don't oppress an equals given rights
starve the poor so they can be well fed, line their holes with the dead ones bread
they don't scurry when something bigger comes their way, don't pack themselves together and run as one
don't shit where they're not supposed to, don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare...
they don't scurry when something bigger comes their way, don't pack themselves together and run as one
don't shit where they're not supposed to, don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare...
rats...they don't compare
ben, the two of us need look no more
quinta-feira, dezembro 21, 2006
Pantera - The Underground in America
A common affair for the ones who are juiced
If it is weakness that grants us the power
We thrive on what's stronger than most of the world
Glass breaks, the dimming lights, sweat, heat and profane debate
the smart ones stay on the outside, while drunken heads and arms erupt
centered man swings a punch, spits a tooth, postures odd
a punk rock escapade, five bucks a head to be king dick in the crowd
We are the ones who must sport the position
cheap beer, trendy clicks, lesbian love is accepted and right
shaved heads meet hair in the mix, blending the 80's and 90's with hate
Put in position to wage teenage mayhem
A common affair for the ones who are juiced
If it is weakness that grants us the power
We thrive on what's stronger than most of the world
Shows on, dates canceled, kicked out for reasons that seem so unfair
skin crusts against the cops, a foregone conclusion that's tired and beat
Ringworm,crabs and lice, V.D. ecstasy, speed and horse a heaven of unmatched importance
an honor of sex to be stuck by the punk
Rich homes with money and food, abandoned for the bums on the street
a lifestyle that's unexplainable, don't try and save what is all meant to be
Put in position to wage teenage mayhem
A common affair for the ones who are juiced
If it is weakness that grants us the power
We thrive on what's stronger than most of the world
PHOTO BY: CAMERAMAN METALICO
quarta-feira, dezembro 20, 2006
Blind Melon - No Rain

I like watchin' the puddles gather rain
And all I can do is just pour some tea for two
and speak my point of view
But it's not sane, It's not sane
I just want some one to say to me
I'll always be there when you wake
Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today
So stay with me and I'll have it made
And I don't understand why I sleep all day
And I start to complain that there's no rain
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake
And it rips my life away, but it's a great escape
escape......escape......escape......
All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
ya don't like my point of view
ya think I'm insane
Its not sane......it's not sane
terça-feira, dezembro 19, 2006
Soundgarden - Jesus Christ Pose
Arms held out like you've been carrying a load
And you swear to me you don't want to be my slave
But you're staring at me like I need to be saved
Thorns and shroud like it's the coming of the Lord
And I swear to you that I would never feed you pain
But you're staring at me like I'm driving the nails
In your Jesus Christ pose
Arms held out
In your Jesus Christ pose
sexta-feira, dezembro 15, 2006
QOTSA - Another Love Song
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