A Wilhelm Scream - The Rip



A Wilhelm Scream - The Rip

Fuck genius. What's an artist?
Dead words devoid of meaning. Let's drop them.
I know where they can go, but your neck is blocking the hole.
Let's start from zero. Now, listen close.

This is a rip: "The scream that ignites the world?"
We're slaves to radios. We're not worth shit to talk to.
This is the pen that won't cauterize the wound.
Whose plan to follow?

It feels like your own.
It's an insult. You've fallen for it.
It feels like your own.
It's your anthem, as jaded as its source.

The anemic. The pale, the sullen.
An album's evidence. I believed that shit.
Here, stuck in radios. No one's worth shit to talk to.
These were my heroes. Now they're all jokes.

This is a rip. "The scream that ignites the world?"
We're slaves to radios. We're not worth shit to talk to.
This is the pen that won't cauterize the wound.
Whose plan to follow?

It feels like your own.
It's an insult. You've fallen for it.
It feels like your own.
It's your anthem, as jaded as its source.

The ceiling is waiting.
The ceiling is waiting.
And you follow like it mattered if you did.
And it dropped you on your head
Cuz you took yourself for granted.
Heartless and headstrong.
Jump right over those bodies.
Life's a race. It's an obstacle course.
Hide, but you'll never have a choice when you go.
They would have noticed you if they had known, but you're fucked.

They'll only love you when you're gone,
or barely hanging on to all your organs and dignity
while you're rotting in hospitals.
Don't believe it?
It's not your fault.
You're just worthless.
You're one in a million.
Where is god?
The ornament, the holiday song
whored out on reading materials in latrines and porta-johns?
Don't believe this.
You're not worthless.
It's us against millions
and we can't take them all.
But we can take them on.

Soy Becario - Porta ( Video Clip Official )


Soy Becario - Porta ( Video Clip Official )

Yo soy becario, no tengo ni un puto duro
Estoy harto de trabajar mientras el jefe se fuma su puro
Lo hago sin pedir a cambio, o veo un centavo
Estoy tan explotado que ya no se si soy un esclavo

Si ya me lo decían,
Siempre que pase alguna movida la culpa será solo mía
No soy tonto, se que destacó,
Haber si salgo de aquí y por fin consigo un contrato
Me jode la verdad, pero yo robo material
Me va todo mal, tengo que combinar esto con la universidad
No duermo apenas, no tengo ni un momento

Nadie cuenta conmigo por que no es que me sobre el tiempo,
Hago entrevistas solo para cabrones, por lo que veo
Estoy agobiado, ahogado entre tanto papeleo
Podría dedicarme al chantajeo

Me entero de cosas importantes, de todos los cotilleos
Hay tías que consiguen su puesto porque la chupan
Otros solo curran como tontos, por lo pronto me la suda
No se cuanto aguantaré pero lo intentaré, lo juro
Trabajo para no ver un mísero duro"

Manu Chao - Politik Kills (official video)


Manu Chao - Politik Kills (official video)


Politik kills politik kills politik kills
politik kills politik kills politik kills
politik kills politik kills politik kills
politik need votes
politik needs your mind
politik needs human beings
politik need lies

thats what my friend is an evidence politik is violence
what my friend is a evidence politik is violence

politik kills politik kills politik kills
politik kills politik kills politik kills

politik use drugs
politik use bombs
politik need torpedoes
politik needs blood
thats what my friend is an evidence politik is violence
what my friend is a evidence politik is violence
politik need force poltik need cries
politik need ignorance politik need lies

politik kills politik kills politik kills
politik kills politik kills politik kills
politik kills politik kills politik kills

politik kills politik kills
politik kills politik kills

politik need force poltik need cries
politik need ignorance politik need lies

politik need force poltik need cries
politik need ignorance politik need lies

politik kills politik kills
politik kills politik kills

Atmosphere - Trying To Find A Balance


Atmosphere - Trying To Find A Balance

[Slug]
They love the taste of blood
Now I don't know what that means, but I know that I mean it
Maybe they're as evil as they seem
Or maybe I only look out the window when it's scenic
"Atmosphere finally made a good record."
Yeah right, that shit almost sounds convincing
The last time I felt a sinking contradictive as this
Was the last time we played a show in Cinnci'
"Get real." they tell me
If only they knew how real this life really gets
They would stop acting like a silly bitch
They would respect the cock whether or not they believed in it
Doesn't take much and that's messed up
Because these people do a lot of simple shit to impress us
While everyone was trying to out-do the last man
I was just a ghost trying to catch someone's[summers?] Pac-man
Hello ma'am, would you be into restin'
In some sexual positions and emotional investments
See, I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational
When I be askin', "Yo, where did all the passion go?"
East coast, West coast, down South, Midwest
Nowadays everybody knows how to get fresh
Somebody give me a big yes (YES!)
God Bless America, but she stole the B from "Bless" (Accept it)
Now I'm too fucked up to dance
So I'ma sit with my hand down the front of my pants
You can't achieve your goals if you don't take that chance
So go pry open that trunk and get those amps (You know!)

[Chorus x2]
In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester
Treat me like a God, oh they treat me like a leper
You see me move back and forth between both
I'm trying to find a balance
I'm trying to build a balance

[Slug]
So now I keep a close eye on my pets
Because they make most of they moves off of instinct and sense
It's eat, sleep, fuck in self defense
So straight you can set your clocks and place bets
Wait, let's prey on blind, deaf, dumb, dead
Hustle, maybe a couple will love what you said
Emcees drag their feet across a big naked land
With an empty bag of seed and a fake shake of hands
Yeah I got some last words, FUCK ALL OF YA'LL!
Stop writin' raps and go play volleyball
Gotta journey the world in a hurry
Cause my attorney didn't put enough girls on the jury
Guilty of droppin' these bombs in the city
But I'm innocent, love is the motive that's why you're killin 'em
Guilty of settin' my fire in all fifty
But I'm innocent, blame it on my equilibrium

[Chorus x2]
In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester
Treat me like a God, oh they treat me like a leper
You see me move back and forth between both
I'm trying to find a balance
I'm trying to build a balance

I gotta find my balance
I gotta find my balance

[Slug]
Now all my friends are famous
It's either one thing or another
They all don't know what my name is
Probably know both of my brothers
The one is a hard workin' savior
The other's a hard workin' soldier
I'm just your next door neighbor
Workin' hard at tryin' to stay sober
You wait for the car at the corner
Pretend like you know what the pot is
Won't quit till I hit California
And make you my Golden State goddess
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