Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Life Form Through Words
Intro: The piano extravaganza. Here we go. Here we go.
Verse 1
Flowing through emotions of verbs,
these words are nothing but sporadic animalistic flows
Electricity flowing out of me, like symphony,
A gentle and clean sporadic symmetry
Words of the gifted, life of the ancients, purity of the grieving
But all these feelings liquidate its stance of greatness
I’m on the microphone as I have my own agenda,
but its therapy so I do remember
I speak in tongues at times;
This beat makes me re align my words in order to produce the fire
That burns underneath the mystical potion of satire
It produced melancholy propaganda so everyone remembers I stay golden brown
In order to make everyone understand that I am the lyrical beast that stays neat
With these bars that cripple the cranium of bravery scars,
Its all under the satellite moon
That propagates everyone to turn another cheek
But everyone’s missing the omitting link
So these words are hopefully going to reunite your understanding to something greater
Then yourselves
Let’s remember that we are dying because of our ignorance
The exit to the other dimensions looks something like the ancients
The Egyptians understood the geometric mathematical equations
But that isn’t without all types of violence
That occurred throughout their jungle
Whose going to rise above the glory of their label and take a stand for something that they believe in
Being afraid is half of the battle, but once you recognize it as such
Deep feelings of relief occur inside your heart
And thus enables you to come out of the hiding
And stand for what you believe in
Chorus
Just remember it’s inside you all inside you
Just remember it’s inside you all inside you
Just remember it’s inside you all inside you
Wake up, wake up
You are not dreaming
So wake up!
Verse 2
As the beat continues to rise above the head of clones
Words penetrate and decorate your brains anomalies
As the only things you see from the corner of your eyes
However, don’t you realize there is something hiding behind those eyes?
Perhaps an underlining tone of truth,
so something that helps you understand yourself
Is definitely something one should recognize and not deny?
I know its not easy, and I know the environment programs you to believe of this illusion
But it only hurts you in conclusion
The fight is not a real right
Its as fake as all the entertainment around this society
And that’s alright
As it might not damage you at this moment in time
It will when you dream the biggest dreams of your life
Come out of the hiding and realize you are not alone
Not everyone is a drone
There are good people all around you and want to connect with you at this time
Relax your mind, your body and feel the sensation of the breath as you inhale and release
And imagine the sensation down upon your spine then move it up into all parts of your body
And hold and hold and then release, release and relax and know you are not alone
Chorus
Just remember it’s inside you all inside you
Just remember it’s inside you all inside you
Just remember it’s inside you all inside you
Wake up, wake up
You are not dreaming
So wake up!
Michael Jackson - You Are Not Alone!!!
I DO NOT WANT TO BELIEVE MICHAEL JACKSON IS GONE, F**K, I DO NOT, I CANNOT. I REMEMBER PLAYING HIS HISTORY CD ALL THROUGH-OUGHT HIGHS-SCHOOL. I PLAYED THE CD SO MUCH, THE CD STARTED SKIPPING AND THE SILVER STARTED COMING OFF. MICHAEL YOU WILL BE MISSED!!!! I WILL BUMP YOUR MUSIC FOREVER MORE! R.I.P MICHAEL!!!
Our Culture in the Blimp of an Eye
Feelings weep like eye lids beam in the morning sun
Beauty passes all ugly memories of the past
Truth never held from the public
Given to all to devour
Problems arise, but controlled within a touch of a magical spell
Magic happens in places never before thought of
Feelings connected through each individual living or dead
Pain is controlled through re-verse psychology
Words describe feelings, pleasure and love in ways never understood
Love encompasses all
Divine beauty stretch all of our imaginations
Politics is a game played by usually the Kings
Queens stands by the Kings
President is like a King
First Lady is like a Queen
Soul is something we are
Body is something we rent out
Mind is something we posses
Heart beats one moment then stops the next
Computers connect the knowledge of our past
Cars drive us from point A to point B
Books open up the imaginations
Lyrics flow through the stations
Poetry opens up the racist
Death is something to look forward to
Living is something of a different stroke of keys
Guitar played in the background
Movies tell a story written down in words
Music touches our souls
Communities are divided in some parts of the world
Poverty is on the rise
Rich are on top of the Pyramid
Conspiracy Theories tell a different story
Who knows who is right or wrong
Laws should be followed
If you cannot use your own common sense
Logic is important in this day and age
Young pregnant beauties ignored
So they fall
Throw away the kids
And run away
Hoping to get with their life some day
Never to forget what they have done
Cops using their power to kill the innocent ones
They never question and get any answers
Don’t they know they work for us
The people
Hidden secrets are deep in the gutter
Search and you will find the ultimate truth to all that that is.
Working Class Hero By John Lennon
He was quite a genius. He knew too much...
As soon as your born they make you feel small,
By giving you no time instead of it all,
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool,
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years,
Then they expect you to pick a career,
When you can't really function you're so full of fear,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV,
And you think you're so clever and classless and free,
But you're still fucking peasents as far as I can see,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
There's room at the top they are telling you still,
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,
If you want to be like the folks on the hill,
A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.
If you want to be a hero well just follow me,
If you want to be a hero well just follow me.
By: John Lennon
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