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

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

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   2. The Weekly Sedition – Facebook / Google Plus / Twitter / WordPress
   3. Darth Mike – Facebook / WordPress

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Metallica — Eye of the Beholder (with Lyrics)

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Helloween — I.M.E. [video clip]

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!

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   2. The Weekly Sedition – Facebook / Twitter / WordPress

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Big Smo — Workin’ [Video]

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

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Mr. Ghetto — Wal-Mart

So absurd it’s hilarious!

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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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Saber Tiger: Angel Of Wrath

Current mood: cranky

Why exactly don’t Japanese metal acts get any billing here in the States? Saber Tiger has been around since 1981 and I’ve just heard of them today – thirty-one years later. What the hell was their record label doing for those 31 years (they’ve released TEN studio albums, in addition to a few EPs, compilation albums, etc.^[1])

These guys have the chops to make it – OK, they don’t do the “screamo” bit that is supposed to sound “demonic,” but really ends up sounding like some sort of respiratory problem. But I’ve never understood why American or European bands engage in it, either.

I suspect that part of the problem is that they’ve had something of a revolving door where their lineup is concerned. In their case, it seems like a small orchestra.

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1. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saber_Tiger#Discography
   http://sabertiger.net/html/discography.html
2. Reposted –
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   2. Personal blogs – WordPress / Xanga
   3. Mama’s Fallen Angels (The site only allowed me to post the video clip. I suspect that I would have to attach my wit and wisdom (see above) separately as a comment. Really aggravating.)

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Mr Big Dick by Schooly D — Video and Lyrics

Current mood: amused, bored

SCHOOLLY D – MR Big Dick by DaDDy_sHug_1972

Lyrics to Mr. Big Dick

All right Mr. Big Dick

Schoolly, I got to tell you, you get the best ass I ever done seen
You got it to a total science

Yeah man, we here tonight, we gonna talk about something
Get straight to the point, some of us were talkin about it
Straight to the tip

1 – 2 – 3 . . .

Mr. Big Dick . . . who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Dick . . . who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Dick . . . who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Dick . . . who do you think you are?

Hey Schoolly, tell me about your dick, talk about your dick
Come on tell me about it. I want to hear about your dick

Um, lookin at my dick it’s about that long
For me to really answer it I’m a need another song

Say some brothers who don’t realize
That Mr. Big Dick is always on the rise
To look at mine you need four eyes
Why? Because of the size
Me and Mr. Big Dick go everywhere together
In the cold the hot any weather
On the ave I always will hold it
When it get big sometimes I will fold it
All you girls with the big booties
It is my duty to fuck you cutie
Don’t be shy and don’t be slick
Cause that’s the big question

Mr. Big Dick . . . who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Dick . . . who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Dick . . . who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Dick . . . who do you think you are?

I was sittin in my Lincoln thinkin and stinkin
See a young lady and my eyes start blinkin
I say hey lady, you need a ride
Before I finish, she jumped inside
Lights in and I bust a nut
As I look at them thighs and the big fat butt
I looked a little closer and checked out her face
I said damn Schoolly man what a disgrace
I got this fat bitch in my ride
I see my old money and I wanted to hide
He laughed so hard he wanted to die
I said you suckin dick, she jumped inside
Took the girl for a ride out in the park
Way way way way back in the dark
I said now listen baby, act real flirty
Get in the back and get your knees dirty
Don’t act shy and act real slick
Cause that’s the big question

Mr. Big Dick . . . who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Dick . . . who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Dick . . . who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Dick . . . who do you think you are?

People say I’m vulgar they just don’t get it
They’d rather have me stand on stage then try to rig it
I’d rather meet a honey, pull out all my money
Get back and say something funny
Like don’t act shy, don’t act slick
Cause that’s the big question

Mr. Big Dick . . . who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Dick . . . who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Dick . . . who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Dick . . . who do you think you are?

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“BEER!” by Psychostick

amused, cheerful

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Did I See What I Thought I Saw?

Current mood: amused, annoyed

While I was watching Metal Mania tonight, the video by Overkill titled “In Union We Stand” came up. During the progress of the clip, I noticed that at least one of the band members seemed to be wearing a belt of linked machinegun ammo around his waist.

NO, I’m not complaining. Considering my politics, I’m probably the last person who should do that.

I’m just noting that even after you’ve seen something a dozen times, the thirteenth time you see it, you could notice something entirely new for the first time. This is part of the reason that Babylon 5 repeats NEVER get old.

That, and two other observations —

1. Overkill has done stupendously well, considering that they get little to no airplay on AM/FM/satellite radio and the music-video channels. One of the best concerts I’ve ever been to was their 23 Sept 2005 show in Albuquerque at the Launchpad. Outside the venue were posters for the local hard-rock station, 94 Rock. Yet how many times before that show (or since) have they played anything from The Wrecking Crew’s discography? I can’t recall any time that they have.
2. I’m sure that TSA and the European states where they play (they quite possibly have a more loyal following in Europe than the States) would NOT be amused by the belted MG ammo in their baggage. A sign of the times, and not a good one.

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