Selection of some best (IMO) trance lyrics (that havent been mentioned so far), which are shite subject matter wise, but fucking amazing at the same time (hand's in the air, all that shite): Can you feel it It is calling in the air You're not killin' me Ohh... I need You Always I found, I feel And I don't know what to do Bring this up, louder Bring this up, louder or: No one's calling for me at the door. and unpredictable won't bother anymore. and silently gets harder to ignore. look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see. what's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me. just let it go, what now can never be. so many beautiful things... so many beautiful things... Follow me...... to the edge And follow me...... into the dream And Dance with me until the star fire Like tonight is all there is And make a leap of faith And Don't Look Down Follow me to the edge Passion for allways..... *cringe* piece by piece I release once was mine now undone turned blue like New Orleans and went down like a southern sun I still feel you beneath my skin I am tempted to throw my senses in 'cos its easier to fly than to face another night in southern sun is there some kind of premonition in this one
(yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in) I woke up this mornin with the sundown shinin in I found my mind in a brown paper bag within I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high I tore my mind on a jagged sky I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in (yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in) I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then I followed it in I watched myself crawlin out as I was a-crawlin in I got up so tight I couldnt unwind I saw so much I broke my mind I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in (yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in) Someone painted april fool in big black letters on a dead end sign I had my foot on the gas as I left the road and blew out my mind Eight miles outta memphis and I got no spare Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in I said I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in Yeah yeah oh-yeah
I've been walking in the same way as I do Missing all the cracks in the pavement And tutting my heel and strutting my feet "Is there anything I can do for you dear? Is there anyone I could call?" "No and thank you, please Madam. I ain't lost, just wandering" Round my hometown Memories are fresh Round my hometown Ooh the people I've met Are the wonders of my world Are the wonders of my world Are the wonders of this world Are the wonders of my world I like it in the city when the air is so thick and opaque I love to see everybody in short skirts, shorts and shades I like it in the city when two worlds collide You get the people and the government Everybody taking different sides Shows that we ain't gonna stand shit Shows that we are united Shows that we ain't gonna take it Shows that we ain't gonna stand shit Shows that we are united Round my hometown Memories are fresh Round my hometown Ooh the people I've met (Doo/Oh/Yeah adlibs) Are the wonders of my world Are the wonders of my world Are the wonders of this world Are the wonders of my world Of my world - yeah Of my world Of my world - yeah adele - hometown glory. she might look like marilyn manson from bo selecta but this song is ze tits.
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir, so that every mouth can be fed. Poor me, the Israelite. Aah. Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir, So that every mouth can be fed. Poor me, the Israelite. Aah. My wife and my kids, they are packed up and leave me. Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen. Poor me, the Israelite. Aah. Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone. I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde. Poor me, the Israelite. Aah. After a storm there must be a calm. They catch me in the farm. You sound the alarm. Poor me, the Israelite. Aah. Poor me, the Israelite. I wonder who I'm working for. Poor me, Israelite, I look a-down and out, sir.
ha ha forks, you love the sunflower love and - i've also managed to find the deepest most meaningful trance lyrics: deep shit
haha i used to always listen to that tune when i was doing nightshifts in london, in winter. felt like deep shit then
I would like to leave this city This old town don't smell too pretty and I can feel the warning signs running around my mind And when I leave this island I'll book myself into a soul asylum And I can feel the warning signs running around my mind So here I go still scratching around the same old hole My body feels young but my mind is very old So what do you say? You can't give me the dreams that are mine anyway You're half the world away Half the world away Half the world away I've been lost I've been found but I don't feel down. So here I go still scratching around in the same old hole My body feels young but my mind if very old So what do you say? You can't give me the dreams that are mine anyway You're half the world away Half the world away Half the world away I've been lost I've been found but I don't feel down
fucking immense lyrics and her voice just moves me every single time i play this track! i get goose bumps just thinkin about it ! JOC legend in everybodys books !
Immortal Technique - Dance With the Devil might be worth singing along [yt]M72zVuBNpEA[/yt] I once knew a nigga whose real name was William his primary concern, was making a million being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen he used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen nigga never had a father and his mom was a feen she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober her sons heart simultaneously grew colder he started hanging out selling bags in the projects checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects he was fascinated by material objects but he understood money never bought respect he build a reputation cause he could hustle and steal but got locked once it didn't hesitate to squeal so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal I dont project my insurecurity's at other people he feeded for props like addicts with pipes and needles so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil a fever minded young man with infinite potetial the product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences you propably only did a month for minor offences ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced dance forever with the devil on a code cell block but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew starting fights over little shit, up on the block stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock working overtime for making money for the crack spot hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine for filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain tired of the block niggaz treating him the same he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love they told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club but only a real thug can stab someone till they die standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes Billy realized that these men were well guarded and they wanted to test him, before business started suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted so now he had a choice between going back to his life or making money with made men, up in the cife his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three They drove around the projects slow while it was raining smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home and so they quietly got out the car and followed her walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw so Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around the shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clouts so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently and then they all proceeded to rape her violently Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew he thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life he thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover but what he saw made him start the cringine studder cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate his corruption had succesfully changed his fate and he remembered how his mom used to come home late working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth and crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared but only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows and every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know the devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted and you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never because the dance with the devil might last you forever
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have you found? The same old fears. Wish you were here. pink floyd - wish you were here
Anticipation has a habit to set you up For disappointment in evening entertainment but Tonight there’ll be some love Tonight there'll be a ruckus yeah, regardless of what's gone before I want to see all of the things that we've already seen The lairy girls hung out the window of the limousine And of course its fancy dress And they're all looking quite full on In bunny ears and devil horns in hell Anticipation has a habit to set you up For disappointment in evening entertainment but Tonight there’ll be some love Tonight there'll be a ruckus yeah, regardless of what's gone before I want to see all of the things that we've already seen I want to see you take the jackpot out the fruit machine And put it all back in You've got to understand it you can never beat the bandit, no And she won't be surprised and she won't be shocked When she's pressed the star after she's pressed unlock And there's verse and chapter sat in her inbox And all that it says is that you've drank a lot You should bear that in mind tonight bear that in mind, yeah you should bear that in mind tonight Bear that in mind You can pour your heart out but her reasoning will block Ought you send her after nine o'clock Anticipation has a habit to set you up For disappointment in evening entertainment but Tonight there’ll be some love Tonight there'll be a ruckus yeah, regardless of what's gone before And she won’t be surprised and she won't be shocked When she’s pressed the star after she's pressed unlock And there’s verse and chapter sat in her inbox And all that it says is that you've drank a lot You should bear that in mind tonight bear that in mind, yeah you should bear that in mind tonight Bear that in mind You can pour your heart out around 3 o clock When the 2 for 1's undone the writers block.
the kings Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way. Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain. You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today. And then one day you find ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun. So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking Racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older, Shorter of breath and one day closer to death. Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time. Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way The time is gone, the song is over, Thought I'd something more to say........