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Tuesday, 21 March 2017

W.A.S.P. — I’m Alive

Filed under: Listening — Tags: , , , — mikewb1971 @ 5:38 AM (05:38)

The target is me, a monster you flee
I hate what you say and you do
A mirror is there and look if you dare
The fool that you see’s only you
Oh, no, you won’t nail me to your tree
Or hang my head up high
No kingdom reigns over me
Despise all the liars I see
Don’t give me your
“Save my soul” cure

[REFRAIN:]

I — I’m still alive, and I am the soul survivor
You can’t understand, why
I — I’m still alive, and I am the soul survivor
Damn your holy man — alive

Can’t understand, the lord of the land
Your heart and your head made of stone
Lay in the sand my blood on your hands
For God’s sake just leave me alone
Oh, no, you won’t nail me to your tree
Or hang my head up high
Restless is all I can be
Ruthless and reckless you see
I don’t need your
“Save my soul” cure

[REFRAIN:]

I — I’m still alive, and I am the soul survivor
You can’t understand, why
I — I’m still alive, and I am the soul survivor
Damn your holy man — alive

Force suppression, that’s what you do
Feel me, what’s in it for you
Listen, I’m on to your game
All your lies are the same

[REFRAIN:]

I — I’m still alive, and I am the soul survivor
You can’t understand, why
I — I’m still alive, and I am the soul survivor
Damn your holy man — alive


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Friday, 3 June 2016

Overkill — Drop the Hammer Down

Filed under: Listening — Tags: , , — mikewb1971 @ 4:19 AM (04:19)

Hold your feet to the fire
Hold your face to the ground ground ground
Hold on tight, you’re a target baby
Drop the hammer down
I’m a long life, loving hate
I’m a bomb that makes no sound
Could you please, would you loosen these
I’m about to fucking drown

Lowdown and overloaded, keeping you alive
I see that you’ve exploded
On the other side
Lowdown and lowdown, kicking it around
I see that you’ve exploded
Drop the hammer down

In a mock execution
In a house of gag and bound
Not the best of solutions
Drop the hammer down
I’m a long life, hating love
Under my dirt mound
If you could stand where we stood
We’re not fucking around

Lowdown and overloaded, keeping you alive
I see that you’ve exploded
On the other side
Lowdown and lowdown, kicking it around
I see that you’ve exploded
Drop the hammer down

Let’s hear it for the black and blue
For the tortured soul, the battered crew
Three cheers for the black and blue
Hey Hey Hey
Raise a glass to the beaten down
To their dignity, bloodless frown
Three cheers for the beaten down
Hey Hey Hey
Hey Hey Hey

Drop dead dreams in a deep, dirt ditch
Buried by a shovel hand
Dead screams from the son of a bitch
Coming out to beat the band
Oh baby how I love your bite
Turn my smile upside down
Oh baby how I hate your light
As you drop the hammer down

Hold your feet to the fire
Hold your face to the ground ground ground
Hold on tight, you’re a target baby
Drop the hammer down
I’m a long life, hating love
Under my dirt mound
If you could stand where we stood
We’re not fucking around

Lowdown and overloaded, keeping you alive
I see that you’ve exploded
On the other side
Lowdown and lowdown, kicking it around
I see that you’ve exploded
Drop the hammer down


Wednesday, 10 June 2015

Helloween — My God-Given Right (Official Video)

Filed under: Fun, Listening, Media, Philosophy, Principles, Resistance, Self-Defense, Viewing — Tags: , , , , — mikewb1971 @ 2:55 AM (02:55)

Why should I wait, what is left there for me?
I come to claim
To win the game
Why should I plea for my fair and right move?
I come to play
I come to stay

I don’t wanna bitch around no more
I don’t wanna stand back anymore

It’s my god-given right
To stand and fight
For what I like
It’s my god-given brain
That cried in pain
Would I resign
There’s nothing to gain
If I would restrain
There’s nothing to find
If I stay behind
It’s my right
My god-given right

Why should I lose if I am meant to win?
I know I can
I’ve got a plan
All that they told me is right and so wrong
I went through schools
Found my own rules

I don’t wanna bitch around no more
I don’t wanna stand back anymore

It’s my god-given right
To stand and fight
For what I like
It’s my god-given brain
That cried in pain
Would I resign
There’s nothing to gain
If I would restrain
There’s nothing to find
If I stay behind
It’s my right

My god-given right
It’s my god-given right
My god-given right
It’s my god-given right

It’s my god-given right
To stand and fight
For what I like
It’s my god-given brain
That cried in pain
Would I resign
There’s nothing to gain
If I would restrain
There’s nothing to find
If I stay behind
It’s my right
My god-given right


The site blabbermouth.net[1] quotes Oliver Sommer, who directed the video for the title track:

“The story tells itself with the first look on the artwork: it seems to be a film still and you only have to press the ‘play’ button. So the female protagonist flees – reminiscences to different (post)apocalyptic films and stories are deliberated – from an army of robotic pumpkin soldiers through an empty world. On the other side, the band performs in frightfully beautiful, rocked out ambience. When the tough girl realizes that she won’t escape, she turns around and kills her chasers with a grenade which looks like the torch from the Statue of Liberty . . . It is immersed in snow on the cover artwork and in sand in the clip.”

I’m wondering if I’m the only one who notices that the “pumpkin soldiers” bear a slight resemblance to Imperial Stormtroopers from the Star Wars franchise . . . ?

And don’t get on my case about the tactical idiocies (cover and concealment? what’s that?) in this one — it’s a music video made by Europeans, fer Chrissakes.


FOR FURTHER REFERENCE

  1. DuckDuckGo search — HELLOWEEN – My God-Given Right lyrics
  2. Wikipedia page for Helloween
  3. Wikipedia page for My God-Given Right

NOTES

  1. HELLOWEEN: First Part Of ‘My God-Given Right’ Track-By-Track Breakdown
  2. Approximate reading level – 11.4
  3. Reposted –
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    2. The Weekly SeditionWordPress

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Tuesday, 5 May 2015

Havok — Give Me Liberty . . . Or Give Me Death

Filed under: Fun, Listening, Media, Philosophy, Principles, Viewing — Tags: , , , , , — mikewb1971 @ 2:36 AM (02:36)

Cut the rotting branches of Government that stop the people from having meaning today
Stay out of my business and keep to yourself
Got to do things my own way
Minimizing freedom with your rules and regulations
A never-ending hunger to control
Choking out the life of your own population
Abusing the power you hold

Power
Control
For the Power
Control

Give me Liberty . . . or Give me Death
Give me Liberty . . . or Give me Death to our Independence

Death to those who fight
Death to our Constitution and the Bill of Rights
Showing no regard for the way things ought to be
Stripping away rights from you and me

The Founding Fathers would be rollling in their graves
If they could see what you are doing to this place
The next thing to go is our Freedom of Speech
So I’ll speak up while I still can and maximize my reach

Power
Control
For the Power
Control

Power
Control
For the Power
Control

Give me Liberty . . . or Give me Death
Give me Liberty . . . or Give me Death

I find it hard to believe
Some things are better left unsaid
Is this the land of the free?
Democracy is Dead

Cut the rotting branches of Government that stop the people from having meaning today
Stay out of my business and keep to yourself
Got to do things my own way
Minimizing freedom with your rules and regulations
A never-ending hunger to control
Choking out the life of your own population
Abusing the power you hold

Power
Control
For the Power
Control

Power
Control
For the Power
Control

Give me liberty or Death

“When the people fear the government there is tyranny,
when the government fears the people there is liberty”
– Thomas Jefferson

http://www.darklyrics.com/lyrics/havok/unnaturalselection.html#2


NOTES

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Monday, 16 March 2015

Metallica — Eye of the Beholder (with Lyrics)

Filed under: Listening, Media, Philosophy, Principles — Tags: , , — mikewb1971 @ 12:12 AM (00:12)


NOTES

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Friday, 6 February 2015

Helloween — I.M.E. [video clip]

Filed under: Life, Listening, Media, Philosophy, Principles — Tags: , , , , — mikewb1971 @ 11:30 AM (11:30)

Helloween — I.M.E.

I should not this
I must not that
No matter how I act I must regret
It’s not me
It’s not me
I got to play
What others say
I got to turn it down when I feel great
That’s not me
It’s not me

I am me
Who do you think you are
To tell me what to be
I am me
No matter what you say
Today I keep my way
I am me

You make me sick
You make me choke
For me your way of life is just a joke
It’s not me
It’s not me
I got a face
I got a name
Whatever you perceive is not the same
That I see
It’s not me

I am me
Who do you think you are
To tell me what to be
I am me
No matter what you say
Today I keep my way
I am me

I got to change this
To rearrange this
Start writing onto my own pages
It’s just me
It’s just me
It’s just me

I am me
Who do you think you are
To tell me what to be
I am me
No matter what you say
Today I keep my way
I am me
How grave you think you are
To tell me what to be
I am me
You better creep away
Today I’m on my way
I am me

Lyrics found here!


NOTES

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Sunday, 30 November 2014

Big Smo — Workin’ [Video]

Filed under: Life, Listening, Viewing — Tags: , , — mikewb1971 @ 1:03 AM (01:03)

This song is a work of genius. Brings a tear to my eye every time I play the clip.

Workin’ by Big Smo (featuring Alexander King)

[Big Smo & Alexander King]
I woke up this mornin’, tied my boots up
Cause I knew it’s goin’ to be a long day
Fired my truck up, grabbed my coffee
Kissed my baby, got on my way
Cause I’m workin’ ’til it’s hurtin’
That’s the only way to make an honest day’s pay
So I’m workin’ even when it’s hurtin’
That’s the only way to make an honest day’s wage

[Big Smo]
Yeah, I’m up early with the birdies, ready to get dirty
This ain’t a song for you if you asleep at 7:30
I rise like the sun; I’m the bag of the pounds
A full throttle in the bottle like that home-made shine

I’m just tryin’ to make a livin’, boss man trippin’
My overtime’s strong; I don’t pay him no attention
Money in the mason jar, country boy pension
No lady, three kids, take a lot to fill the kitchen

Fingernails dirty, my back stay hurtin’
You can bet I got to play for every penny that I’m earnin’
I ain’t askin’ for a raise, but I know the boss heard me
Nobody on this job site’s workin’ like I’m workin’

[Big Smo]
Thirty below to a hundred degrees
You ain’t pushin’ hard enough if your hands don’t bleed
I’m the first to clock in and the last to leave
I ain’t never had a problem rollin’ up my sleeves

[Big Smo & Alexander King]
I woke up this mornin’, tied my boots up
Cause I knew it’s goin’ to be a long day
Fired my truck up, grabbed my coffee
Kissed my baby, got on my way
Cause I’m workin’ ’til it’s hurtin’
That’s the only way to make an honest day’s pay
So I’m workin’ even when it’s hurtin’
That’s the only way to make an honest day’s wage

[Big Smo]
I’m out the door by the sun up, focused on the come-up
We never sleep in, that ain’t how we was brought up
I push it to the limit when the money gets low
And been known to work past when the plant whistle blows

Pay check feelin’ like a lottery ticket
I might save a couple bucks if my kids don’t spend it
It don’t matter cause I love it every day of my life
Spent more time on the clock than I do with my wife

State to state, never late, puttin’ miles on the road
Drop it off, fill it up, get me to my next load
Call my old lady, let her know I’ll be late
And I ain’t worry cause I know that she goin’ to save me a plate

I told you . . .

[Big Smo]
Thirty below to a hundred degrees
You ain’t pushin’ hard enough if your hands don’t bleed
I’m the first to clock in and the last to leave
I ain’t never had a problem rollin’ up my sleeves

[Big Smo & Alexander King]
I woke up this mornin’, tied my boots up
Cause I knew it’s goin’ to be a long day
Fired my truck up, grabbed my coffee
Kissed my baby, got on my way
Cause I’m workin’ ’til it’s hurtin’
That’s the only way to make an honest day’s pay
So I’m workin’ even when it’s hurtin’
That’s the only way to make an honest day’s wage

[Big Smo & Alexander King]
Workin’, workin’

Workin’, workin’

[Big Smo & Alexander King]
I woke up this mornin’, tied my boots up
Cause I knew it’s goin’ to be a long day
Fired my truck up, grabbed my coffee
Kissed my baby, got on my way
Cause I’m workin’ ’til it’s hurtin’
That’s the only way to make an honest day’s pay
So I’m workin’ even when it’s hurtin’
That’s the only way to make an honest day’s wage

http://www.lyrics.com/workin-lyrics-big-smo.html


NOTES

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Sunday, 18 May 2014

The Guns of Brixton, by The Clash

Filed under: Listening, Philosophy, Politics — Tags: , — mikewb1971 @ 9:58 PM (21:58)

Granted, I’m not much for punk music, but there are exceptions . . . .

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death row

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you’ll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton

The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell

You see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin’
At the end of the harder they come

You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you’ll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh, the guns of Brixton

Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game is called survivin’
As in heaven as in hell

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you’ll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton


NOTES

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Monday, 18 March 2013

Sir Mix-A-Lot: No Holds Barred

“No Holds Barred” by Sir Mix-A-Lot

“The police, urge people, to keep their guns locked up and unloaded”
“Congress today, seems on the verge of approving gun control”

[Verse One: Sir Mix-A-Lot]
It’s, time to fight back cause the new jack black macks
ain’t did SHIT about that, whack, jackin
And I’m packin
Cause I’m down for the bank I’m stackin
And in a straight up brawl I’ll mall alla y’all
Ya try to crawl for Tylenol and I install
big fists in your face, the blow is well placed
Spray ’em with mace in case mace is his taste
Throw up the dogs, the competition is fogged
Cause he was smokin the yang, iced and drink the 8-ball
Drunk, stumblin, threw him with the lean
I sweep him, then attack the spleen
Play the congas on his backbone
He’s funk baritone until I twisted his dome
Creep up on my house and try to roll me up?
And got STUCK IN THE GUT with a black, Glock
And he starts to wobble
Self-defense is what I’m claimin’, let’s squabble
I pick up a pipe to take plenty of quick swipes
One grazed his dome and sliced his eye whites
I don’t give a DAMN bout a stupid ass burgular
It’s all circular
The dope dealer sells dope to the dope smoker
The smoker breaks in and tries to choke ya
But I ain’t the one to run from ya son
This is MY HOUSE, and it’s FULLA GUNS!
I’m down for mine and my choke is nice and hard
When you jack the boss there ain’t no holds barred!

No holds barred
No holds barred
No holds barred

[Verse Two: Sir Mix-A-Lot]
I’m crushin most hoods like katydids
I’m pleadin guilty for the damage I did
This ain’t about random violence
The (?) crept into my house, FUCK SILENCE
Now most punks wanna run for the stun gun
Fuck a stun gun, I got the big one
Forty-four mag, automatic, CHROME
Mercury-tipped bullets, melt the dome
It’s the 1990’s, and crack is
talkin to the criminals, ever so subliminal
Some crackhead wants Mix-A-Lot dead
A jack move instead, another fool bled
I can’t cry cause my tears are nearly froze
My interior’s cold, it posess my soul
I’m on the paranoid tip
And each of my socks got a clip!
When my house got robbed, a top notch job
Cops laughed while my mom just sobbed
9-1-1 only works for the rich ones
So I collect GUNS!
So step right through if you’re down for the wrong move
Most crews are moved by my twelve gauge BOOM!
How can I love when I gotta
protect my neck from a punk suspect?
Gun control – I ain’t wit it
They banned the AK and any fool can STILL get it
The innocent have been beaten, bruised and scarred
But for this citizen, there ain’t no holds barred

“It is an absolute infringement on my second amendment rights”
No holds barred
“When is this attack on gun owners going to end?”
No holds barred
“Education, versus restriction”

[Verse Three: Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Hypothetical situation
Gun control starts sweepin the nation
Now you got a bunch of unarmed innocent victims
Gettin FUCKED by the system
Sittin at home with a butter knife, huh
Any fool could rape your wife
So what’s up when the criminals can’t be stopped?
The only one with guns are the COPS
But it’s hard for a brother to trust police
Huh, so the shit don’t cease
So I go downtown to buy a hot gun
I hated criminals, and now I’m one
Because I bought a gat to protect my house
The cops wanna bust me out?
So it’s illegal to protect yourself?
Hell, you either get killed, or you in jail
So when you vote
You better think about what I just wrote
And FUCK writin a note to yo’ Congressman!
You got the fool hired
Now help get the fool fired
A scary scenario
And I put it in your stereo
So when a fool tries to run up on my car
R.I.P., no holds barred

No holds barred

No holds barred

“They take aim, at the law abiding citizen, instead of the criminal”
[*applause*]


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Tuesday, 18 December 2012

Frank Turner — Sons of Liberty

Filed under: Listening, Philosophy, Politics — Tags: , , , — mikewb1971 @ 12:34 PM (12:34)

Current mood: excited

Here’s the lyrics, for those inclined to sing along –

Once an honest man could go from sunrise to its set
without encountering agents of his state or government.
But a sorry cloud of tyranny has fallen across the land,
brought on by the hollow men, who did not understand
that for centuries our forefathers have fought and often died
to keep themselves unto themselves, to fight the rising tide,
and that if in the smallest battles we surrender to the state,
we enter in a darkness whence we never shall escape.

When they raise their hands up our lives to possess,
to know our souls, to drag us down, we’ll resist.

Watt Tyler led the people in 1381
to meet the king at Smithfield to issue this demand:
that Winchester’s should be the only law across the land,
the law of old King Alfred’s time, of free and honest men.
Because the people then they understood what we have since forgot:
that government will only work for its own benefit.
And I’d rather stand up naked against the elements alone
than give the hollow men the right to enter in my home.

When they raise their hands up our lives to possess,
to know our souls, to drag us down, we’ll resist.

Stand up sons of liberty and fight for what you own.
Stand up sons of liberty and fight, fight for your homes.
[4X]

So if ever a man should ask you for your business, or your name,
tell him to go and fuck himself, tell his friends to do the same.
Because a man who’d trade his liberty for a safe and dreamless sleep
doesn’t deserve the both of them, and neither shall he keep.

Thanks to The Devil’s Kitchen for the tip-off!


NOTES

  1. Reposted –
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