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Tool: Reflection

I find that I can see a light at the end down

Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole.

Defeated I Concede and move closer. I may find comfort here

I may find peace within the emptiness. How pitiful.

It's calling me.

It's calling me.

It's calling me.

It's calling me.

And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping.

The moon tells me a secret. My confidant.

As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own

A million light reflections pass over me

It's source is bright and endless.

She resuscitates the hopeless

Without her we are lifeless satellites dreaming dreams.

And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt

Don't want to be down here feeding my narcissism

I must crucify the ego before it's far too late

I pray the light lifts me out before I pine away.

before I pine away.

before I pine away.

before I pine away.

So crucify the ego before it's far too late

To leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical

And you will come to find that we are all one mind

(*)

Just let the light touch you and let the words spill thorough

Just let them pass right through, bringing out our hope and reason.

before I pine away.

before I pine away.

before I pine away.

before I pine away.

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ANYBODY LISTENING?

Music and Lyrics by: Chris DeGarmo & Geoff Tate

You and I

long to live like the wind upon the water.

If we close our eyes, we'll maybe realize

there's more to life than what we have known.

And I can't believe I've spent so long

living lies I know were wrong inside,

I've just begun to see the light.

Long ago there was a dream,

had to make a choice or two.

Leaving all I loved behind,

for what nobody knew.

Stepped out on the stage, a life

under lights and judging eyes.

Now the applause has died and I

can dream again...

Is there anybody listening?

Is there anyone that sees what's going on?

Read between the lines,

criticize the words they're selling.

Think for yourself and feel the walls

become sand beneath your feet

Feel the breeze?

Time's so near you can almost taste the freedom.

There's a warm wind from the south.

Hoist the sail and we'll be gone,

by morning this will all seem like a dream.

And if you don't return to sing the song,

maybe just as well.

I've seen the news and there's

not much I can do...alone

Is there anybody listening?

Is there anyone who smiles without a mask?

What's behind the words--images

they know will please us?

I'll take what's real. Bring up the lights.

Is there anybody listening?

Is there anyone that sees what's going on?

Read between the lines,

criticize the words they're selling.

Think for yourself and feel the walls...

become sand beneath your feet.

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Hey Renegade, your kinda young to know Aquemini, lol j/k. But I'm feelin you on Outkast. This is my favorite song by far ever.

"SpottieOttieDopalicious"

[Hook]

Damn damn damn James

[Pat Brown]

Dickie shorts & Lincoln's clean

leanin' checking out the scene

Gangsta boys Bigga's lit ridin' out talkin' ****

"n-word" where you wanna go?

You know the club don't close 'til four

let's party 'til we can't no more

Watch out here come the folks

[Dre]

As the plot thickens it gives me the dickens

Reminiscent of Charles a li'l disco-tech

nestled in the ghettoes of Niggaville, USA

via Atlanta, Georgia a li'l spot where

young men & young women go to experience

they first li'l taste of the nightlife

Me? Well I've never been there, well perhaps once

But I was so engulfed in the Old "E"

I never made it to the door you speak of hard core

while the DJ sweatin' out all the problems

and the troubles of the day

While this fine bow-legged girl fine as all outdoors

lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left ear

competing with "Set it Off," in the right

But it all blends perfectly let the liquor tell it

"Hey hey look baby they playin' our song"

And the crowd goes wild as if

Holyfield has just won the fight

But in actuality it's only about 3 A.M.

and three niggas just don' got hauled

off in the ambulance [sliced up]

two niggas don' start bustin' [wham wham]

and one "n-word" don' took his shirt off talkin' 'bout

"Now who else wanna **** with Hollywood Court?"

It's just my interpretation of the situation

[Hook]

[big Boi]

When I first met my SpottieOttieDopalicious Angel

I can remember that damn thing like yesterday

The way she moved reminded me of a Brown Stallion

horse with skates on smooth like a hot comb

on nappy ass hair

I walked up on her & was almost paralyzed

her neck was smelling sweeter

than a plate of yams with extra syrup

eyes beaming like four karats apiece just blindin' a "n-word"

felt like I chiefed a whole O of that Presidential

My heart was beating so damn fast

never knowing this moment would bring another

life into this world

Funny how **** come together sometimes [ya dig]

One moment you frequent the booty clubs &

the next four years you & somebody's daughter

raisin' y'all own young'n now that's a beautiful thang

that's if you're on top of your game

and man enough to handle real life situations [that is]

Can't gamble feeding baby on that dope money

might not always be sufficient but the

United Parcel Service & the people at the Post Office

didn't call you back because you had cloudy piss

So now you back in the trap just that, trapped

Go on and marinate on that for a minute

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Get My Rocks Off - Dr. Hook and The Medicne Show

Some men need some killer weed, some men need cocaine.

Some men need some cactus juice, to purify the brain.

Some men need two woman, some need alcohol.

Everybody needs a little something but Lord I need it all.

To get my rocks off

Get my rocks off

Get my rocks off a mountain and roll'em on down the hill.

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Every Kinda People - Robert Palmer....

Said the fight to make ends meet

Keeps a man upon his feet

Holding down his job

Trying to show he can’t be bought

Ooh it takes every kinda people

To make what life’s about, yeah

Every kinda people

To make the world go ’round

Someone’s looking for a lead

In his duty to a king or to a creed

Protecting what he feels is right

Fights against wrong with his life

There’s no profit in deceit

Honest men know that

Revenge does not taste sweet

Whether yellow, black or white

Each and every man’s the same inside

It takes every kinda people

To make what life’s about, yeah

It takes every kinda people

To make the world go ’round

Doo doo doo......

You know that love’s the only goal

That could bring a peace to any soul

Hey and every man’s the same

He wants the sunshine in his name

It takes every kinda people

To make what life’s about, yeah

It takes every kinda people

To make the world go ’round

Mmmm, every kinda people

To make what life’s about

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I have a couple of them ... so here they go:

"Your coming with me feel it or not your gonna fear it like I showed you the spirit of God lives in us"

- Eminem

"Can you even imagin not having a fear in this world? I'm cool in my after life if I'm reading this chapter right."

-Jay Z

"If I ain't gonna be part of the greatest ... I have to be the greatest myself."

-Busta Rhymes

"I don't know whats better gettin laid or gettin paid. I just know when I'm gettin one the other is gettin away."

-Kanye West

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"But I'mma take her back hoping that that **** stop/ Cuz who I'm talking bout y'all is hip-hop"

-Common Sense

"I would like to raise my children to grow to be soldiers/ but then a general would decide when their life would be over"

-Immortal Technique

"See I know yo, slow your roll, give a good to go/

Guys be lackin in this thing called rappin just for dough/

Of course we gotta pay rent, so money connects, but uhh/

I'd rather be broke and have a whole lot of respect/

It's the principal of it, I get a rush when I bust/

some dope lines oral, that maybe somebody'll quote/

That's what I consider real, in this field of music/

Instead of puttin brain cells to work they abuse it/

Non-conceptual, non-exceptional/

Everybody's either crime-related or sexual/

I'm here to make a difference, besides all the riffin/

The traps are not stickin, rappers stop flippin/

For those who pose lyrical but really ain't true I feel"

-O.C.

"To all Cultivators of Mindless Crap/

I Rarely Recognize the Rude Ramblings of those Random Riff Raffs/

Cuz they just Rap and I [eMCee]"

-J-Live

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Body...wanna feel my body?

Body...such a thrill my body

Body...wanna touch my body?

Body...it's too much my body

Check it out my body, body.

Don't you doubt my body, body.

talkin' bout my body, body,

check it out my body

Every man wants to be a macho macho man

to have the kind of body, always in demand

Jogging in the mornings, go man go

works out in the health spa, muscles glow

You can best believe that, he's a macho man

ready to get down with, anyone he can

Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!

Macho, macho man (macho man)

I've got to be, a macho man

Macho, macho man

I've got to be a macho! Ow....

Macho, macho man

I've got to be, a macho man

Macho, macho man (yeah, yeah)

I've got to be a macho!

Body, its so hot, my body,

Body, love to pop my body,

Body, love to please my body,

Body, don't you tease my body,

Body, you'll adore my body,

Body, come explore my body,

Body, made by God, my body,

Body, it's so good, my body

You can tell a macho, he has a funky walk

his western shirts and leather, always look so boss

Funky with his body, he's a king

call him Mister Eagle, dig his chains

You can best believe that, he's a macho man

likes to be the leader, he never dresses grand

Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!

Macho, macho man

I've got to be, a macho man

Macho, macho man

I've got to be a macho! (all right)

Macho, macho man (yeah, yeah)

I've got to be, a macho man

Macho, macho man

I've got to be a macho! All Right!

Ugh! Macho..baby!

Body, body, body wanna feel my body,

Body, body, body gonna thrill my body,

Body, body, body don'tcha stop my body,

Body, body, body it's so hot my body,

Every man ought to be a macho macho man,

To live a life of freedom, machos make a stand,

Have their own life style and ideals,

Possess the strength and confidence, life's a steal,

You can best believe that he's a macho man

He's a special person in anybody's land.

Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!

Macho, macho man (macho man)

I've got to be, a macho man

Macho, macho man

I've got to be a macho! (dig the hair on my chest)

Macho, macho man (see my big thick mustache)

I've got to be, a macho man

Macho, macho man

I've got to be a macho! (Dig broad shoulders)

Macho, macho man (dig my muscles!)

I've got to be, a macho man

Macho, macho man

I've got to be a macho!

Macho, macho man

I've got to be, a macho man

Macho, macho man

I've got to be a macho! HEY!

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"Pure Morning"- Placebo

A friend in needs a friend indeed,

A friend with weed is better,

A friend with breasts and all the rest,

A friend who’s dressed in leather,

A friend in needs a friend indeed,

A friend who’ll tease is better ,

Our thoughts compressed,

Which makes us blessed,

And makes for stormy weather,

A friend in needs a friend indeed,

My japanese is better,

And when she’s pressed she will undress,

And then she’s boxing clever,

A friend in needs a friend indeed,

A friend who bleeds is better,

My friend confessed she passed the test,

And we will never sever,

Day’s dawning, skins crawling [repeat three more times]

Pure morning, [repeat this three more times]

A friend in needs a friend indeed,

A friend who’ll tease is better,

Our thoughts compressed,

Which makes us blessed,

And makes for stormy weather,

A friend in needs a friend indeed,

A friend who bleeds is better,

My friend confessed she passed the test,

And we will never sever,

Day’s dawning, skins crawling [repeat three more times]

Pure morning,[repeat this three more times]

A friend in needs a friend indeed,

My japanese is better,

And when she’s pressed she will undress,

And then she’s boxing clever,

A friend in needs a friend indeed,

A friend with weed is better,

A friend with breast and all the rest,

A friend who’s dressed in leather

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I don't know about favorite, but fitting would be the following, ( sorry. Started off day by having face to plywood altercation. Face lost. Went downhill from there. Man 3:30 couldn't come fast enough. :chug:

It's just one of those days

When ya don't wanna wake up

Everything is , everybody sucks.

You don't really know why

But you wanna justify rippin' someone's head off

No human contact

And if you interact your life is on contract

Your best bet is to stay away !

It's just one of those days!

It's all about the he said she said

I think you better quit lettin' slip

Or you'll be leavin with a fat lip

It's all about the he said she said bull

I think you better quit talkin' that

It's just one of those days

Feelin' like a freight train

First one to complain

Leaves with a blood stain

Damn right I'm a maniac

You better watch your back

Cuz I'm up your program

And if you're stuck up

You just lucked up

Next in line to get up

Your best bet is to stay away mother

It's just one of those days!

It's all about the he said she said bull

I think you better quit lettin __ slip

Or you'll be leavin with a fat lip

It's all about the he said she said bull

I think you better quit talkin that , punk

So come and get it

I feel like

My suggestion is to keep your distance

Cuz right now I'm dangerous

We've all felt like

And been treated like

All those mother , they want to step up

I hope ya know

I pack a chainsaw

I'll skin your ass raw

And if my day keeps going this way

I just might break something tonight

(repeat)

I pack a chainsaw

I'll skin your ass raw

And if my day keeps going this way

I just might break your in' face tonite

Give me something to break

Just give me something to break

How 'bout your *in' face?

I hope you know I pack a chainsaw, what?

A chainsaw (what?), a muther n' chainsaw, what?

SO COME and get it

It's all about the he said she said bull.

I think you better quit lettin **** slip

Or you'll be leavin with a fat lip

It's all about the he said she said bull

I think you better quit talkin that

So come and get it

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From Pink Floyd's Song Dogs on the album Animals

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need

You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street

You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed

And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight

You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.

And after a while, you can work on points for style

Like the club tie, and the firm handshake

A certain look in the eye, and an easy smile

You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to

So that when they turn their backs on you

You'll get the chance to put the knife in.

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder

You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older

And in the end you'll pack, fly down south

Hide your head in the sand

Just another sad old man

All alone and dying of cancer.

And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest that you've sown

And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone

And it's too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw around

So have a good drown, as you go down alone

Dragged down by the stone.

I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused

Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used

Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake of this creeping malaise

If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?

Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending

That everyone's expendable and no-one had a real friend

And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner

And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.

Who was born in a house full of pain

Who was trained not to spit in the fan

Who was told what to do by the man

Who was broken by trained personnel

Who was fitted with collar and chain

Who was given a seat in the stand

Who was breaking away from the pack

Who was only a stranger at home

Who was ground down in the end

Who was found dead on the phone

Who was dragged down by the stone.

I also like Pink Floyd's Hey You, particularly this part:

But it was only fantasy.

The wall was too high, as you can see.

No matter how he tried he could not break free.

And the worms ate into his brain.

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Originally posted by dannyboy70

How about the two suckiest? Both by Van Halen...

"Hey you! Who said that? Baby, how you been?"

"...an only time will tell, if we stand the test of time"

"Whooooowheeee that suit is you! You'll get some leg tonight for sure! Tell us how you DO!"

"C'mon Dave, gimme a break".

"One break, comin' up......."

:doh:

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I have to go with John Prine.

Here are the lyrics to

'Please Don't Bury Me'

Woke up this morning

Put on my slippers

Walked in the kitchen and died

And oh what a feeling!

When my soul

Went thru the ceiling

And on up into heaven I did ride

When I got there they did say

John, it happened this way

You slipped upon the floor

And hit your head

And all the angels say

Just before you passed away

These were the very last words

That you said:

Chorus:

Please don’t bury me

Down in that cold cold ground

No, I’d druther have em cut me up

And pass me all around

Throw my brain in a hurricane

And the blind can have my eyes

And the deaf can take both of my ears

If they don’t mind the size

Give my stomach to milwaukee

If they run out of beer

Put my socks in a cedar box

Just get em out of here

Venus de milo can have my arms

Look out! I’ve got your nose

Sell my heart to the junkman

And give my love to rose

Repeat chorus

Give my feet to the footloose

Careless, fancy free

Give my knees to the needy

Don’t pull that stuff on me

Hand me down my walking cane

It’s a sin to tell a lie

Send my mouth way down south

And kiss my ass goodbye

Repeat chorus

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