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Chapter V: Lost

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Running away in the autumn rain Did you ever see a little child sleeping? To be near them will my sorrow drain... Suddenly I stocked, their bodies weren't breathing anymore And I couln't help! They captured my heart with their sorrow... it grows - Due to the ones who fear Dance in the morninglight Due to the ones who fear Slaves to this innocent might - Due to the ones who fear Dance in the morninglight Due to the ones who fear Slaves to this innocent might - Carrying away the ones I love Folden hands, they have been blessed Now I feel angry 'bout the ones above Just no warning, no sign Hey, yes, I fear! And I just really feel darkness inside Lost without a chance to hide - Due to the ones who fear Dance in the morninglight Due to the ones who fear Slaves to this innocent might - See me down Down on the ground Hoping that nobody hears The sound of this falling tears - Endless bleeding Hoping that nobody sees What you did to me! - Endless weeping Hoping that nobody hears The sound of this falling tears - Endless mourning hoping that nobody knows This feeling below

Slaves

KANO "Method To The Maadness"
[Chorus: Why Why Peaches] We could sit around and talk for days 'Bout all the things that we would change But we never thought, never thought that we were slaves [Kano:] Uh, run away run away underground deep Release me from these shackles around feet. Old masters they don't own me Treat artists like sheep by they don't know me Rap star, rap star have you any tunes? Yes sir, yes sir, 3 disks full One for the radio and one for the states and one for my peoples who live down the lane Can't fool me boom free MIA But kill us over time, Ali Boombaye Puppets on the string, insignificant As people we've come a long way but we don't act different Money makes the world go round, dead presidents Summit like a spoon full of sugar to the medicine Necessary evil, slave to the sterling They run the world that we all just work in. [Chorus x2: Why Why Peaches] [Kano:] Look, pawns in the game but we don't make the checkmate Front line of defence, that's the modern day slave Used for consumerism so we get paid And give it straight back that's the boomerang play Win-win for them, c'mon folk lose-lose Programmed like robots, do what we're told to Aha, the whole worlds singing The same song, but changes? Ain't makin' them Brake slips blingin', gold chains swingin' Face tattooed up - Lil' Wayne tears drippin' Still in prison in this world we live in So wade in the water children No master Escapism through music, with no capture Accept the moment, 'cause I'll be on a prince protest Before I become a slave to the game bro' I'll be the artist formally known as Kano. [Why Why Peaches:] After listening to the preacher It seems that all the others teach us Is how to fear And fear it all Till you feel/fear [?] We could sit around and talk for days 'Bout all the things that we would change But we never thought, never thought that we were slaves We could sit around and talk for days 'Bout all the things that we would change But we never thought (never thought), never thought (never thought) that we were slaves (that we were the slaves).

Last Light Radio 11:29 PM

SHOOTER JENNINGS "Black Ribbons"
There's a book by an author named Carol S. Pearson from the mid-70s called "The Hero Within: Six Archetypes We Live By" Even though it's nearly forty years old, the book still speaks of the journey each of us takes through our lives The Innocent The Orphan The Wanderer The Warrior The Martyr The Magician We float between these identities They change as the phases of our lives take center stage, one after the other Today I feel like a martyr, but tomorrow I'll be a warrior For even though my time as the magician is drawing to an end, the innocent in me will continue to believe and hope In love and that the goodness of humanity will prevail Here's Hierophant's take on the journey from innocence to experience Which is another way of saying from innocence to orphanhood Here's Fuck You (We're Famous) Put all ten middle fingers in the air and dance my brothers and sisters If we can't dance a little on the last night of the last light, all is lost

The Deer Hunter

JEDI MIND TRICKS "Violent By Design"
[Chief Kamachi] Yeah yeah Uh yo yo, yo yo yo, Jedi Mind yo yo Yo, my words sold germs, spread em like a slow germ, infected Disease is collected and quarantined from my method The borderline where the animal and divine become separate I'm Def Leppard, case of beautiful hell on a record Compel the skeptic when Kamachi unveil the epic It's needed and requested Brought to you like Elijah in the message A jury of ancestors was sequested To decide my fate, for conductors of viscious vespers Candlelight death is extras Is usually hollow point flesh presses Until they skin caress stretchers I'm the best to finesse textures My rhyme fabric, is elaborate, scrolls kept in a gold cabinet Open the book to the chapter of this old soul magic Juju tongue to voodoo come, behold this untold havoc Up north grab it, then I hit the south pole wit a magnet East and west avid, now my name on all four points of the square It's firmly established, the language is lavish First to rock Roshashannah's and African pajamas Swear before I die to be there wit the best of the rhymers Music for different ears, hears in different spheres Global ink like the mobile link, make sure the pitch is clear K-A-M-A-C-H-I be the dopest in here [Vocal sample] "Too much...I'm tired" "In the company of those that fear..." "In the company of ...fear" [Ikon] Yo we smash mics, but ya'll wanna build But in the face of death, you can't kill And that's real, we feel what we feel But ya'll muvafuckas can't overstand skill If ya'll start me, we Buck like Milwaukee But ya'll, ya'll just do a lot of talkin And maybe that's why you feel what the devil does Maybe that's the appeal of a metal slug You ain't a ghetto thug, you an actress That's unatural, like love between faggots! "In the company of ...fear" [Jus Allah] I burn leaf wit Ikon and the Chief nigga This next bud is not for you Watchin you made me land a closed hand to your nostril Stoppin you from givin the god cold stares Beware, my flares poke ?holes? in rolling chairs Dunn I'm prepared when the holocaust begins You'll have the roach smoked down to the sole of your Timbs Now I'm, holdin your gems, you're holdin for dear life Any mothafucker holdin the heat can have vice You're just like a bitch wit no top on At the Houston five, you lay down and get shot on Double check, your dead, plugged twice in your mug I'm high off the weed, drunk off the cop's blood "Too much...I'm tired" "In the company of those that fear" "In the company of....fear" "Above all, there was fear Fear of today, fear of tomorrow Fear of our neighbors, and fear of ourself" "We came from distant space and even what some might call Another dimension...and we're about to return"

Endless Helpless Hoping

JOSH GRACIN "Josh Gracin"
Let me understate how I adore how I admire and more And walk a hole in the floor Like a fast freight train screaming through the dark Making a penny in my heart And that's just where it starts My lonely nights turn to days My lonely days turn to how my life is going Endless Helpless Hoping I can dream and I can believe But you're the only one who can heal This heart that's broken Endless Helpless Hoping All the words that I write just don't impress They don't leave my nest like me it's a mess I try to tell you but you tell me that You're my friend how could I let that end So I just you love him My lonely nights turn to days My lonely days turn o how my life is going Endless Helpless Hoping I can dream and I can believe But you're the only one who can heal This heart that's broken Endless Helpless Hoping Now I know how a widow Staring at the sea feels Waiting for a ship to come home Waiting there alone My lonely nights turn to days my lonely days turn to how my life is going Endless Helpless Hoping I can dream and I can believe But you're the only one who can heal This heart that's broken Endless Helpless Hoping Hoping, Hoping, Hoping

The Battle Of Sherramoor

Burns Robert
The Battle of Sherra-moor (Robert Burns) 'O, cam ye here the fight to shun, Or herd the sheep wi' me, man? Or were ye at the Sherra-moor, Or did the battle see, man?' 'I saw the battle, sair and teugh, And reekin-red ran monie a sheugh; My heart, for fear, gae sough for sough, To hear the thuds, and see the cluds O clans frae woods, in tartan duds, Wha glaum'd at kingdoms three, man. La, la, la, la, etc. 'The red-coat lads wi black cockauds, To meet them were na slaw, man; They rush'd and push'd, and bluid outgush'd, And monie a bouk did fa', man! The great Argyle led on his files, I wat they glanc'd for twenty miles; They hough'd the clans like nine-pin kyles, They hack'd and hash'd, while braid-swords clashed, And thro they dash'd, and hew'd and smash'd, Till fey men died awa, man. La, la, la, la, etc. 'But had ye seen the philibegs, And skyrin tartan trews, man; When in the teeth they daur'd our Whigs, And Covenant trueblues, man! In lines extended lang and large, When baig'nets o'erpower'd the targe, And thousands hasten'd to the charge, Wi' Highland wrath and frae the sheath Drew blades o' death, till, out o' breath. They fled like frightened dows, man!' La, la, la, la, etc. 'O how Deil, Tam, can that be true ? The chase gaed frae the north, man! I saw mysel, they did pursue The horseman back to Forth, man: And at Dunblane, in my ain sight, They took the brig wi' a' their might, And straught to Stirling wing'd their flight; But, cursed lot! the gates were shut, And monie a huntit poor red-coat, For fear amaist did swarf, man!' La, la, la, la, etc. My sister Kate came up the gate Wi' crowdie unto me, man: She swoor she saw some rebels run To Perth and to Dundee, man! Their left-hand general had nae skill; The Angus lads had nae good will That day their neebors' bluid to spill; For fear, by foes, that they should lose Their cogs o brose; they scar'd at blows, And hameward fast did flee, man. La, la, la, la, etc. 'They've lost some gallant gentlemen, Amang the Highland clans, man! I fear my Lord Panmuir is slain, Or in his en'mies'hands, man. Now wad ye sing this double flight, Some fell for wrang, and some for right, But monie bade the world guid-night; Say, pell and mell, wi muskets' knell How Tories fell, and Whigs to Hell Flew off in frightened bands, man! La, la, la, la, etc. tune: Cameronian Rant (308) filename[ SHRRAMUR play.exe SHRRAMUR ARB ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===

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