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Jonas Last Escape

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Among the Celts lived a priesthood in ancient times When the Romans practised justice with despite. The people asked its riddling members for their advice And for their imagination of life. Enter the depths of history And follow the traces of the druids; Listen to the speech of mystery And let the wind tell the truth. Secrecy prepared their way into the promised land Spiritual meetings were denied. Conspiracy of sacred Christ's concluded soon their end Dismemberment of others deify... Wizardry and mystic rites Assemble on this ground Forgotten magics come to life Forbidden fear is found. The message of the druids Is the sign for us to see: Eternity has formed a life That rests in our belief. Mythology sealed the fate of these former priests Reality taught us to forget. But, tell me why wants my thoughts me to search for more Why is my mind filled with regret? Secluded life - Where do you rest, I pray for your arise. Dismal oath, descant your death And ban the pagan rites... Deviltry can't stop my way into the promised land Historical places I will reach. Witchery won't break my aim to end this ignorance Eternal tribute I receive. Wizardry and mystic rites Assemble on this ground Forgotten magics come to life Forbidden fear is found. The message of the druids Is the sign for us to see: Eternity has formed a life That rests in our belief. Fragment... Deep in the past you vouch for the truth. Possession... Praising the words of the unbroken spell. Deny... Submitting the doubt that grows out of the visions. Curse God... Deceive the apostles' yell. Hear the speech of mystery, Burning down to history. Obey, Prepare for their return Don't break the oath. Not a lie, Not a sin It's the birth of origin Destiny will rape the pride Testify your pride. Testify your pride.

Promised Land

QUEENSRYCHE "Promised Land"
Watching the sand fall, listening for the knock upon my door, and waiting...for Promised Land. Standing neck deep in life, my ring of brass lay rusting on the floor.Is this all? Because it's not what I expected. Somewhere along the way friends I once held close fled the fast lane. I didn't notice, I just had to make it. Head down, nose in the grindstone; the kiss of life placed on my brow kept sliddin' to the ground and now it's buried six feet under. Preaching from the floor again the same old sad song, 'Bartender... bring another drink for their favorite son.' Where did it all go wrong? What's the use in even holding on? Here's to love, hate... and promises. Almost called it today. Turned to face 'The Void' numb with the suffering and the question, 'Why am I...?' So many times I've tried and failed to gather my courage, reach again for that nail. Life's been like dragging feet through sand, and never finding... Promised Land. Preaching from the floor again the same old sad song, 'Bartender... bring another drink for their favorite song.' Where did it all go wrong? I feel like I'm dying. Here's to love, to hate, to promises and Promised Land lies.


HATEBREED "Under The Knife"
Bastard cries, feed the fire. The burning desire to rob human life. In this world full of fear of the unknown. Twisting the perception of the weak. Lying to progress. Only achieving greed. Seated behind the sun. Myths bleed into one. Searching for a saviour to lead us through this life. Where our sanity is undone. Killing against our will. Killing for the bastard maker. The fairy tale. The non existent. Salvation so bittersweet the taste brought fear to our tongues. Preying on the weak. Fatherless creation encased in the depths of humanity. They continue to rape and call it purity. I will not bow down because of out past. I see now mankind was not meant to last.

Jazzmatazz 2010 Guru Tribute

JAY ELECTRONICA "The Jay Electronica Project"
[Intro - Martin Luther King Jr.:] We’ve got some difficult days ahead. But it really doesn’t matter with me now Because I’ve been to the mountaintop; I don’t mind Like anybody, I would like to live a long life. Longevity has its place. But I'm not concerned about that now. I just want to do God's will. And He's allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I've looked over. And I've seen the Promised Land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the promised land! And so I'm happy, tonight I'm not worried about anything I'm not fearing any man! Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord!! [Verse 1 - Jay Electronica:] Boom bash dash I had to break, I had to get away Pack my bags, headed for Greyhound, it was a Monday Time to start my mission I felt that burning feeling in my soul, I had to listen I had this re-ocurring dream from the stage in a suit with a fade I had set the game ablaze and they threw me a parade I stacked a little change and took my family out the caves But I was trapped in a maze like a lab rat And at the bottom of the barrel where they keep the crabs at No Geico, no Aflac, nothing to fall back on But the streets where niggas cussed out the police and sold they crack on Better known as back home, where they treat the Arabs and the Spanish and the blacks wrong There he go with that song You may be tired but I spit what I'm inspired From the Lord of the worlds cause the devil is a liar [Hook - Tone Treasure:] Say, I've seen the lightning flashing (yes I did) And I've seen the thunder roar But you can't (you can't keep me down for long) Because I'm getting stronger (Because I keep getting stronger) [Verse 2 - Jay Electronica:] My style is like a shot of Jack Daniels, a baby grand piano Lightening Hopkin, smokin' cigs, strummin' on the banjo The son of man's the son of a gun with hella ammo Sheriffs shootin' Bob Marley, John J. Rambo Six sextillion, 19 million, the holy pyramids say we all Allah's children Voodoo for the pilgrims who bring weapons and conceal 'em They silence you with force and then indoctrinate the children Yo Gabba Gabba, Ahmadinejad will blow up your apartment if you don’t observe the Sabbath I look the devil in his eye and say abracadabra Then drown 'im in the mighty light his brain couldn’t fathom Scrappin' every day, just like fight club A thriller and a smooth criminal like Mike was [Hook]

Soon She Will Run

JONNY DIAZ "They Need Love"
She sits and stares through a window pane On a rainy august day Her strength is erased from years gone by And her hair has long been grey Her company is the memories But even those decay Her children were gone the moment that Her mind began to fade But through all the fear she dreams of a home That she's never seen but soon she will know Soon she will run on fields of green And never wake up from her dreams Embrace with joy the mysteries Of beautiful that she's never seen Soon she will run (he) Big brown eyes and messy hair Little boy wild confined to a chair The cancer has spread and there's not much time He's struggling through eight and hoping for nine He waves to his friends as they play in the yard Love can be soft but life can be hard Run and not tire for his life's just begun And for so long he's battled and finally he's won Over pain and the fear that for so long he's known Oh but peacefully now he is headed for home


AESOP ROCK "Labor Days"
We'll have more news after this commercial word (As so it goes..) At least I think I was here asleep... Is it possible, conceiveable that I sleepwalked out of my apartment And went berzerk? [Aesop Rock] In slipped rhythm Fed a cycle bound by dilemma-debting vendetta Escaped briefly back to my apartment Parked in front the fan And reminesce about the day I ran a mile with your heart in my hand 'Tesants get the New York home game With real life shoot-em-up action Thug, vagrant, yuppie, and art Free game piece all included I told this cat the earth was flat He walked till his beard grew long enough to strangle himself for being stupid Brick-a-back novelty Spliced with that sixth pack odyssey Godspeed Tequilla worm future, be concerned My feelings spread across the land reporting avalanche sightings While my introverted side is flying cadavers on kite strings I'ma never give, I'm juiced off ejection I'm stubborn as a thousand born agains avoiding questions From the alpha to the sand I bake the date up for my pledge To 'bay the traitor in the twice-forgotten favors that he bled Not a creature stirred, it reaks of subway metal Feather lecture journalist chin on fish shenanigans Recording mayhem with voices Benefit to break room Mummified manequins with future cleanse adamant And skeleton in cabinet This a Malcom circus, got a ring of fire Just big enough to shove my purpose in a circle I'm known to dip dusk in a broken city curfew Release the hounds and see which one can tractor trail and serve you SUCKA! I lay the Lord down upon its belly With my foot dug in between the third and fourth disk Yelling 'Break yo'self!' I'm the actualized data commission past penny tip jar donation Been arranged, made by the farfetch from stability Took a heart pledge early on Bled onto the drum doser Plow in the metronome, home Lone caddy corner to cock-eyed sound booster Sensation'll leave siesomgraph stabbin away on stone tablets To sketch up out your future I drifted out the main spelunking unit with watered down sand But have canceled developed, courtesy America Land of the free base Home of the triplicate grill character My sorta sideways tilt called pinball blinker It citizens wander through ex-warrants steady bleed With dilapadated winter jacket I rock a crooked lid piece A sweat a bit to make my Wookie ends meet Pascifist willing to step into a friend's beef if needed Wing clipper, I hierarch compassionate Where they whine on some 'Daddy's gonna kill Ralphy' shit Sucked the proverbial silver spoon to the parents quit apparently Parasol spinnin casually like 'I'm an artist, please don't laugh at me' Ok, time to buckle the fuck down Side of the wobbly system back to original form, pumpkin You can catch the memoir in several dimensions The joy of life logic, don't employ the spite process Hence, your plight botches I don't know what got into me I didn't even cause all that destruction I'm sorry [Chorus] 4x This be the big F-L-A-S-H-F-L-O-O-D, Flashflood Possible Conceivable Possible Conceivable Possible Conceivable Possible Conceivable Possible Conceivable Possible Conceivable That I sleepwalked out of my apartment and went berzerk?

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