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AYRIA lyrics - Flicker

Flicker

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I know you're suffering I'd like to change your fate But I sense a lack of trust in me I'll give you everything I give the weak man strength Eliminate what makes you weak Do you want to know where the wind blows? Do you feel the same when the winds change? Do you want to know where the wind blows, today? The story of your life Never get it right Sleepless through the night I will be there Spending all your time Defending what is right While afraid to take a side I won't be there Here we are again Thought you knew everything If you could only see the world through me I take the rich man's greed Then knock him down to me To fill his eyes with what he is Would you want to know where the wind blows? Do you feel the same when the winds change? Do you want to know where the wind blows, today? The story of your life Never get it right Sleepless through the night I will be there The weakest of your kind You're crippled and so blind Flickering, then dying I am not there Never know Where you are Where to go How far Never know (never know) Where you are (where you are) Flickering (flickering) Like a star I never thought you'd do the things you said you would You always wanted more than this small life could give Immortalized you God-sized you Live forever Now you've achieved it all And no one wants to compare Never know (never know) Where you are (where you are) Immortalized and God-sized Never know (never know) Where you are (where you are) Flickering (flickering) Like a star

Big A Little A

Crass
Big A, little A, bouncing B The system might have got you but it won't get me 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 External control are you gonna let them get you? Do you wanna be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you? You say you want to ba yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you? They're out to get you get you get you get you get you get you get you Hello, hello, hello, this is the Lord God, can you hear? Hellfire and damnation's what I've got for you down there On earth I have ambassadors, archbishop, vicar, pope We'll blind you with morality, you'd best abandon any hope, We're telling you you'd better pray cos you were born in sin Right from the start we'll build a cell and then we'll lock you in We sit in holy judgement condemning those that stray We offer our forgiveness, but first we'll make you pay External control are you gonna let them get you? Do you wanna be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you? You say you want to be yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you? They're out to get you get you get you get you get you get you get you Hello, hello, hello, now here's a massage from your queen As figurehead of the status quo I set the social scene I'm most concerned about my people, I want to give them peace So I'm making sure they stay in line with my army and police My prisons and my mental homes have ever open doors For those amongst my subjects who dare to ask for more Unruliness and disrespect are things I can't allow So I'll see the peasants grovel if they refuse to bow External control are you gonna let them get you? Do you wanna be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you? You say you want to be yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you? They're out to get you get you get you get you get you get you get you Introducing the Prime Sinister, she's a mother to us all Like the dutch boy's finger in the dyke her arse is in the wall Holding back the future waiting for the seas to part If Moses did it with is faith, she'll do it with an army Who at times of threatened crisis are certain to be there Guarding national heritage no matter what or where Palaces for kings and queens, mansions for the rich Protection for the wealthy, defence of privilege They've learnt the ropes In Ireland, engaged in civil war Fighting for the ruling classes in their battle against the poor So Ireland's just an island? It's an island of the mind Great Britain? Future? Bollocks, you'd better look behind Round every other corner stands P.C. 1984 Guardian of the future, he'll implement the law He's there as a grim reminder that no matter what you do Big brothers system's always there with his beady eyes on you From God to local bobby, in home and street and school They've got your name and number while you've just got their rule We've got to look for methods to undermine those powers It's time to change the tables. The future must be ours Big A, little A, bouncing B The system might have got you but it won't get me Be exactly who you want to be, do what you want to do I am he and she is she but you're the only you No one else has got your eyes, can see the things you see It's up to you to change your life and my life's up to me The problems that you suffer from are problems that you make The shit we have to climb through is the shit we choose to take If you don't like the life you live, change it now it's yours Nothing has effects if you don't recognise the cause If the programme's not the one you want, get up, turn off the set It's only you that can decide what life you're gonna get If you don't like religion you can be the antichrist If your tired of politics you can be an anarchist But no one ever changed the church by pulling down a steeple And you'll never change the system by bombing number ten Systems just aren't made of bricks they're mostly made of people You may send them into hiding, but they'll be back again If you don't like the rules they make, refuse to play their game If you don't want to be a number, don't give them your name If you don't want to be caught out, refuse to hear their question Silence is a virtue, use it for your own protection They'll try to make you play their game, refuse to show your face If you don't want to be beaten down, refuse to join their race Be exactly who you want to be, do what you want to do I am he and she is she but you're they only you

Good Morning Britain

Aztec Camera "Stray"
Words and music by Roddy Frame Jock's got a vote in Parochia Ten long years and he's still got her Paying tax and and doing stir Worry about it later. And the wind blows hot and the wind blows cold But it blows us good so we've been told Music's food 'til the art-biz folds Let them all eat culture. Chorus: The past is steeped in shame, But tomorrow's fair game, For a life that's fit for living Good morning Britain. Twenty years and a loaded gun Funerals, fear and the war ain't won Paddy's just a figure of fun It lightens up the danger. And a corporal sneers at a catholic boy And he eyes his gun like a rich man's toy He's killing more than celtic joy Death is not a stranger. Taffy's time's gonna come one day It's a loud sweet voice and it won't give way A house is not a holiday Your sons are leaving home Neil. In the hills and the valleys and far away You can hear the song of democracy The echo of eternity With a Rak-a-Rak-a feel. Chorus From the Tyne to where to the Thames does flow My English brothers and sisters know It's not a case of where you go It's race and creed and colour. From the police cell to the deep dark grave On the underground's just a stop away Don't be too black, don't be too gay Just get a little duller. But in this green and pleasant land, Where I make my home, I make my stand Make it cool just to be a man, A uniform's a traitor. Love is international And if you stand or if you fall, Just let them know you gave your all, Worry about it later. Chorus

Black Throated Wind

GRATEFUL DEAD "Steal Your Face"
You're bringing me down, I'm running aground, Blind in the lights of the interstate cars, Passing me by, the busses and the semis, Plugging like stones from a slingshot from mars. But I'm here on the road, bound to the load, That I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars. Alone with the rush of the drivers that won't pick me up, The highway, the moon, and clouds and the stars. Black throated wind, keeps on pourin' in, With it's words of a life where nothing is new, Ah, mother American night, I pass from the light, Ah, I'm drownin' in you. I left St. Louie, city of blues, In the midst of a storm I'd rather forget. I tried to pretend it came to an end, Cause you weren't the women I once thought I'd met. But I can't deny, times have gone by, Well I never had doubts or thoughts of regret, And I was a man when all this began, Who wouldn't think twice about being there yet. Black throated wind, whisper in sin, And speaking on life that passes like dew. It's forced me to see you've done better by me, Better by me that I've done by you. Now what's to be found by racing around, you carry your pain wherever you go, Full of blues, and tryin' to lose, You ain't gonna learn what you don't wanna know. So I give you my eyes and all of their lies, Please help them to learn as well as to see. Capture a glance, and make it dance, But looking at you is looking at me. Black throated wind, keeps on pourin' in, With it's words of a life that could almost be true, Ah, mother American night, here comes a light. I'm turning around, that's what I'm gonna do. Going back home that's what I'm gonna do. I'm turning around, that's what I'm gonna do. Going back home that's what I'm gonna do. Cause you've done better by me than I've done by you, I'm drowning in you.

Put 'em In The Grave

JEDI MIND TRICKS "Servants In Heaven, Kings In Hell"
[Intro: Fat Joe and Prodigy vocal samples] "So who the next to get it?" "I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left" [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Yo, roll the dro and spark, a bunch of animals like Noah's Ark A rapper so ill, my flow just stole Jehovah's heart My fist 'll break a fuckin' boulder in half When I was young, I'd smack a stick off of your shoulder and laugh I've chosen a path, spoke on my emotional past Spoke on everything from war to how the ocean is vast My flow is too fast, you can't contend with me there Or it's gonna be a massacre, Tiananmen Square My pen is prepared, and so the guns and the swords And death the only thing you get for fuckin' with lords Been stuck in some wars, but Vinnie fought his way out The double jab, right cross what they caught in they mouth I'm callin' 'em out, anyone who fuck wit my fam' Thinkin' that they got away and they was lucky, then blam Buck 'em and scram, don't use the shotty no more They didn't think that Vinnie P was catchin' bodies no more [Hook: Fat Joe, Jay-Z and Prodigy vocal samples] "So who the next to get it?" "You ain't gotta go to church to get to know your God" "I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left" "Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it" "So who the next to get it?" "You ain't gotta go to church to get to know your God" "I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left" "Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it" [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, yeah, yeah, this is death and doom, my occupation puttin' flesh in tombs Whether or not you shot, the aggression looms I'm the one that speak the language of fate I'm the one that speak the language and the anguish of hate My banger is great, it split the top of your dome Like the book of Revelations for the prophets in Rome I'm locked in the throne, whether you like it or not 'Cause I'm chemically the reason liquid nitrogen hot I'm nice with the glock, nicer with the semi's and Tec's But I'm nicest when I'm clappin' at my enemies neck's They tend to regret ever sendin' me threats 'Cause they know the only thing that they could send me is checks [Hook: Fat Joe, Jay-Z and Prodigy vocal samples] "So who the next to get it?" "You ain't gotta go to church to get to know your God" "I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left" "Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it" "So who the next to get it?" "You ain't gotta go to church to get to know your God" "I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left" "Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it" [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, I'm like Mark David Chapman with a Salinger book Stalk my enemy and let the fuckin' silencer cook It's down in the book, that my competitors ain't really ready The way my four pound turn your stomach to spaghetti It's like the Serengeti, because it's hot here The way that policia set it on the block here They pushin' rocks here, in the dead of night I take my glock and I point god/point guard like Brevin Knight Your fuckin' men are mice, you shouldn't answer that If my father was still alive, he wouldn't stand for that He wouldn't stand for how you act like a bitch Wouldn't stand for anybody who a rat or a snitch I'm back in this bitch, we was gone for a while 'Til a shorty told me that he heard my song and he smiled I'm strong but I'm wild, they say I drink too much The only problem that I have is that I think too much, pussy [Outro: Jay-Z sample] "You ain't gotta go to church to get to know your God" "You ain't gotta go to church to get to know your God" "You ain't gotta go to church to get to know your God" "You ain't gotta go to church to get to know your God"

Wild Child

David Wilcox "The Natural Edge"
There's a time only truth buys In the early small hours of the morning When you brushed the sleep from my eyes And told me stories Electricity The day scrapes the sidewalk Sugar turns to salt Talk is cheap A half-remembered glance from a dirty window I want to take a little walk In the cool night air and see Which way the wind blows There's another side to the city A life within a life unknown Like blood in the veins of a body it flows Down the alley nobody knows Checkpoint charlie Eyes from a garbage can Reveal the man Is on his toes I want to take a little walk In the cool night air and see Which way the wind blows I want to take a little walk In the cool night air and see Which way the wind blows She gives a sky feeling to the night Waiting 'til you weaken for a moment She'll buy the diamonds If you'll buy the pearls For the moment Electricity The night lights a candle Love turns to fire I want to take a little walk In the cool night air and see Which way the wind blows There's another time to the city A time within a time undone You can untie a knot You can break a deal You can sell what you bought A cut will heal A bone will mend A road will bend Street light blinding Headlight shining Take a little walk In the cool night air and see Which way the wind blows

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