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Music nerds - What are your favorite song lyrics?

I have always enjoyed a good lyricist, creating the literal story to feed off the emotions of the tune. Music with meaning has always been my preference.

What are your favorite song lyrics and why?

I have been on a Rush kick as of late so here is mine.

-Tom Sawyer
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KNZru4JG_Uo

A modern day warrior
Mean, mean stride
Today's Tom Sawyer
Mean, mean pride

Though his mind is not for rent
Don't put him down as arrogant
His reserve, a quiet defense
Riding out the day's events
The river

What you say about his company
Is what you say about society
Catch the mist, catch the myth
Catch the mystery, catch the drift

The world is, the world is
Love and life are deep
Maybe as his skies are wide

Today's Tom Sawyer
He gets high on you
And the space he invades
He gets by on you

No, his mind is not for rent
To any god or government
Always hopeful, yet discontent
He knows changes aren't permanent
But change is

What you say about his company
Is what you say about society
Catch the witness, catch the wit
Catch the spirit, catch the spit

The world is the world is
Love and life are deep
Maybe as his eyes are wide

Exit the warrior
Today's Tom Sawyer
He gets high on you
And the energy you trade
He gets right on to
The friction of the day

Others by Rush- Closer to the Heart, The Trees, Resist, all of 2112.

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Obama Man.......

Who can take tomorrow
Spend it all today

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jV-C9GadZ8w

Here's something new from Motorhead

Motörhead - Get Back In Line
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O02Gnzn5JDY

We live on borrowed time, hope turned to dust,
Nothing is forgiven we fight for every crust.
The way we are is not the way we used to be my friend,
All things come to he who waits, the waiting never ends.

We are the chosen few; we are the frozen crew,
We don’t know what to do, just wasting time.
We don’t know when to quit, we don’t have room to spit,
But we’ll get over it, get back in line.

Stuck here ten thousand years, don’t know how to act,
Everything forgotten, specially the facts.
The way we live is running scared; I don’t like it much,
All things come to he who waits but these days most things suck.

We are the chosen ones, we don’t know right from wrong,
We don’t know what’s going on, don’t know enough to care.
We are the dogs of war; don’t even know what for,
But we obey the law, get back in line.

We are trapped in luxury, starving on parole,
No one told us who to love, we have sold our souls.
Why do we vote for faceless dogs? We always take the bait.
All things come to he who waits, but all things come too late.

We are the sacrifice, and we don’t like advice,
We always pay the price, pearls before swine.
Now we are only slaves, already in our graves,
And if you think that Jesus saves, get back in line.
If you think that Jesus saves, get back in line.

Johnny Cash

"The One On The Right Is On The Left"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aDSN1F72QU4&feature=related

There once was a musical troupe
A pickin' singin' folk group
They sang the mountain ballads
And the folk songs of our land

They were long on musical ability
Folks thought they would go far
But political incompatibility led to their downfall

Well, the one on the right was on the left
And the one in the middle was on the right
And the one on the left was in the middle
And the guy in the rear was a Methodist

This musical aggregation toured the entire nation
Singing the traditional ballads
And the folk songs of our land
They performed with great virtuosity
And soon they were the rage
But political animosity prevailed upon the stage

Well, the one on the right was on the left
And the one in the middle was on the right
And the one on the left was in the middle
And the guy in the rear burned his driver's license

Well the curtain had ascended
A hush fell on the crowd
As thousands there were gathered to hear The folk songs of our land
But they took their politics seriously
And that night at the concert hall
As the audience watched deliriously
They had a free-for-all

Well, the one on the right was on the bottom
And the one in the middle was on the top
And the one on the left got a broken arm
And the guy in the rear, said, "Oh dear"

Now this should be a lesson if you plan to start a folk group
Don't go mixin' politics with the folk songs of our land
Just work on harmony and diction
Play your banjo well
And if you have political convictions keep them to yourself

Now, the one on the left works in a bank
And the one in the middle drives a truck
The one on the right's an all-night deejay
And the guy in the rear got drafted

.

Hear, O Israel: YHUH our God YHUH one. And thou shalt love YHUH thy God with all thine heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy might.

We were the magnificent

We were the magnificent dreamers.
In secret lamplight hideouts.
We swore the world couldn't break us,
Even when the world took us down.

--The Gaslight Anthem

"We're Getting a Divorce--You Keep the Diner"

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We Can't Make it Here Anymore

James McMurtry
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iv0q3cW3x1s

"We Can't Make it Here"

Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
Flag on the wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing, both hands free
No one's paying much mind to him
The V.A. budget's stretched so thin
And there's more comin' home from the Mideast war
We can't make it here anymore

That big ol' building was the textile mill
It fed our kids and it paid our bills
But they turned us out and they closed the doors
We can't make it here anymore

See all those pallets piled up on the loading dock
They're just gonna set there till they rot
'Cause there's nothing to ship, nothing to pack
Just busted concrete and rusted tracks
Empty storefronts around the square
There's a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere
You don't come down here 'less you're looking to score
We can't make it here anymore

The bar's still open but man it's slow
The tip jar's light and the register's low
The bartender don't have much to say
The regular crowd gets thinner each day

Some have maxed out all their credit cards
Some are working two jobs and living in cars
Minimum wage won't pay for a roof, won't pay for a drink
If you gotta have proof just try it yourself Mr. CEO
See how far 5.15 an hour will go
Take a part time job at one of your stores
Bet you can't make it here anymore

High school girl with a bourgeois dream
Just like the pictures in the magazine
She found on the floor of the laundromat
A woman with kids can forget all that
If she comes up pregnant what'll she do
Forget the career, forget about school
Can she live on faith? live on hope?
High on Jesus or hooked on dope
When it's way too late to just say no
You can't make it here anymore

Now I'm stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store
Just like the ones we made before
'Cept this one came from Singapore
I guess we can't make it here anymore

Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin
Or the shape of their eyes or the shape I'm in
Should I hate 'em for having our jobs today
No I hate the men sent the jobs away
I can see them all now, they haunt my dreams
All lily white and squeaky clean
They've never known want, they'll never know need
Their sh@# don't stink and their kids won't bleed
Their kids won't bleed in the da$% little war
And we can't make it here anymore

Will work for food
Will die for oil
Will kill for power and to us the spoils
The billionaires get to pay less tax
The working poor get to fall through the cracks
Let 'em eat jellybeans let 'em eat cake
Let 'em eat sh$%, whatever it takes
They can join the Air Force, or join the Corps
If they can't make it here anymore

And that's how it is
That's what we got
If the president wants to admit it or not
You can read it in the paper
Read it on the wall
Hear it on the wind
If you're listening at all
Get out of that limo
Look us in the eye
Call us on the cell phone
Tell us all why

In Dayton, Ohio
Or Portland, Maine
Or a cotton gin out on the great high plains
That's done closed down along with the school
And the hospital and the swimming pool
Dust devils dance in the noonday heat
There's rats in the alley
And trash in the street
Gang graffiti on a boxcar door
We can't make it here anymore

Music and lyrics © 2004 by James McMurtry

Off the top of my head, I'm

Off the top of my head, I'm not sure about my "favorite lyrics". But I do know that Rush reminds me of Pavement.

What about the voice of Geddy Lee?
How did it get so high?
I wonder if he speaks like an ordinary guy.

I know him, and he does.

And you're my fact checkin' cuz.

http://youtu.be/Z5j4W2Y7RPQ

GANG OF THIEVES

Gang of thieves

It was ruff nite, turned into years in an unknown land. Just a grudge fight, cooked up by the DC suits on hand. We had a hard time but we tried to understand these born-again gunpoint libertines.

Then they sold us down the face of the mighty river, sold turpentine for tea. Hold me now it’s the evil liberator and he’s coming with a gang of thieves.

In the firelight of the torched out refineries, he sat upright the poster boy for the IMC, a poor man fights and dies for what a rich man only believes, sure as a blind man does not see the floor.

Then they sold us down the face of the mighty river, sold turpentine for tea. Hold me now it’s the evil liberator and he’s coming with a gang of thieves. And they say, no battleship too big for the war emporium. It’s give it all you got son and go back to where you’re from. ‘Cause we’re hiding in the wings, we’re the super neocons, we got bombs and they got barrels of gasoline.

You know you’ll have it coming if you say that there is nothing to see. In the desert night they listened for the baying of the hounds. But it wasn’t quite right no sign of the weather underground (but there was not a sign), and they were keepin’ a sharp eye (but) they never saw what they had found. At last it was only you and me.

Well they sold us down the face of the mighty river, sold turpentine for tea. Hold me now it’s the evil liberator and he’s coming with a gang of thieves.

‘Cause they say, no battleship too big for the war emporium. It’s give it all you got son and go back to where you’re from. Cause we’re hiding in the wings, we’re the super neocons. We got bombs and they got barrels of gasoline.

‘Cause you know you’ll have it coming if you say that there is nothing to see

STATE RADIO

also check ou the other stuff they have done. On tour now, best album here with free listens and lyrics.

here is the TOC off the THE YEAR of the CROW album.
http://stateradio.bandcamp.com/album/year-of-the-crow

1.Guantanamo 03:03
2.Unfortunates 02:21
3.The Story of Benjamin Darling Part 1 03:57
4.CIA 03:38
5.Gang of Thieves 03:12
6.Fight No More 05:50
7.Barn Storming 03:35
8.Rash of Robberies 06:43
9.Omar Bay 04:14
10.As With Gladness 03:44
11.Wicker Plane 04:05
12.Sudan 03:52
13.Fall of the American Empire 10:26

Also dig THE Barn sessions
http://stateradio.bandcamp.com/album/the-barn-sessions

Pendulum

By Jordan Page:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xlZldWmmDTY

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
I been walking a tightrope between fact and fiction
I been wrestling with demons in small bottled prisons
I been talking with sinners who claim to be Christian
I been shouting at leaders who claim to be listening

& the pendulum swings from the left to the right
and momentum increases the need for the fight
Like a moment of blindness in a lifetime of sight
& I am caught somewhere the middle

I saw a president blind to the needs of his people
I saw a camel that passed through the eye of a needle
I saw a group of old men whose money was evil
I saw a cross breaking free from the cage of a steeple
I saw beggars and cripples dying in squalor
I saw a son whose sins had exceeded his father
I saw a nation of sleepers whose dreams were forgotten
& a bushel of apples from a tree that was rotten

& the pendulum swings from the left to the right
as momentum increases the need for the fight
Like a blindfold when its time to walk towards the light
& I am lost somewhere in the middle

I heard the echo of suffering in the valley of laughter
I heard the rumble of earthquakes far under the water
I heard a court jester whose forked tongue was twisted
Who told us of dangers that never existed
I heard voices that claimed to be moral and righteous
Whose lies and deceit were all dark and contagious
I heard talk of a country that valued its freedom
But when I protested I was arrested and beaten

& the pendulum swings from the left to the right
As momentum increases the weight and the height
But if nobody's listening, is anyone right?
& I can't seem to find the key to the riddle

I met a young woman with a baby inside her
I looked but there wasn't a safe place to hide her
I met an old man with a face like a mirror
His showed me his sadness so I could see clearer

I met an arrogant leader who robs us and cheats us
He pretends that his orders come directly from Jesus
When he sends out our children to strange foreign soil
To kill for the right to monopolize oil

I'm a raising my voice 'gainst the house of derision
That murders our freedom with short-sighted vision
I'll sing a new song about civilization
& the palace of wisdom and the death of a nation

I'll lift up the veil that's hiding the holy
& remind all the people that change happens slowly
I'll scream out a name to the echoes of Heaven
& pray that the world don't end up where its heading

& the pendulum swings from the left to the right
as momentum decreases the end is in sight
There's a lunatic handling our future tonight
& I am lost somewhere in the middle

Tim Hawkins

If anyone

Gets a chance, check out "The General" by Dispatch. Great song about a good general, should be able to hear it on youtube.

"If this mischievous financial policy [greenbacks], which has its origin in North America, should become endurated down to a fixture, then that government will furnish its own money without cost. It will pay off its debts and be without debts. It will hav

agreed I have posted it for legalizeliberty and he really

enjoyed it. They were an amazing band. I was super pumped about the lead signers new band when it first came out, but he turned out to just be a Mu-barrack Obombya supporter/bush hater (kind of a downer). I will give him a chance though since I haven't seen them live. Sate Radio is an awesome band name and I still enjoy the music. They are on tour now and will be in the TC on march 31st.

Gang of thieves

It was ruff nite, turned into years in an unknown land. Just a grudge fight, cooked up by the DC suits on hand. We had a hard time but we tried to understand these born-again gunpoint libertines.

Then they sold us down the face of the mighty river, sold turpentine for tea. Hold me now it’s the evil liberator and he’s coming with a gang of thieves.

In the firelight of the torched out refineries, he sat upright the poster boy for the IMC, a poor man fights and dies for what a rich man only believes, sure as a blind man does not see the floor.

Then they sold us down the face of the mighty river, sold turpentine for tea. Hold me now it’s the evil liberator and he’s coming with a gang of thieves. And they say, no battleship too big for the war emporium. It’s give it all you got son and go back to where you’re from. ‘Cause we’re hiding in the wings, we’re the super neocons, we got bombs and they got barrels of gasoline.

You know you’ll have it coming if you say that there is nothing to see. In the desert night they listened for the baying of the hounds. But it wasn’t quite right no sign of the weather underground (but there was not a sign), and they were keepin’ a sharp eye (but) they never saw what they had found. At last it was only you and me.

Well they sold us down the face of the mighty river, sold turpentine for tea. Hold me now it’s the evil liberator and he’s coming with a gang of thieves.

‘Cause they say, no battleship too big for the war emporium. It’s give it all you got son and go back to where you’re from. Cause we’re hiding in the wings, we’re the super neocons. We got bombs and they got barrels of gasoline.

‘Cause you know you’ll have it coming if you say that there is nothing to see

Coolio!

I'm heading to Red Rocks for the reunion concert by Dispatch in June. Will be my first time there, for the Friday and Sunday shows. Pumped! :-)

Go now you are forgiven!
You got to be
got to be
got to be
livin'!

The General - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q3JjlkfX5Gk
There was a decorated General with a heart of gold
That likened him to all the stories he told
Of past battles won and lost and legends of old
A seasoned veteran in his own time
On the battlefield he gained respectable fame
With many metals of bravery and stripes to his name
He grew a beard as soon as he could to cover the scars on his face
And always urged his men on

But on the eve of great battle with the infantry in dream
The old general tossed in his sleep and wrestled with its meaning
He awoke from the night just to tell what he had seen
And walked slowly out of his tent

All the men held tall with their chests in the air
With the courage in their blood and a fire in their stare
And it was a gray morning and they all wondered how they would fare
Till the old general told them to go home

"If this mischievous financial policy [greenbacks], which has its origin in North America, should become endurated down to a fixture, then that government will furnish its own money without cost. It will pay off its debts and be without debts. It will hav

Comilo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ne9_tVXjjHM
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Camilo_Mej%C3%ADa
http://www.lyricsmania.com/camilo_lyrics_state_radio.html

At first When I saw your reply I thought you were referring to this song. Another great set of lyrics. Its late I need to sleep so I don't confuse myself anymore.

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kate bush

It doesn't hurt me.
Do you want to feel how it feels?
Do you want to know, know that it doesn't hurt me? Do you want to hear about the deal that I'm making? You, It's you and me.
And if I only could, I'd make a deal with God, And I'd get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road, Be running up that hill, Be running up that building.
Say, If I only could, oh... You don't want to hurt me, But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware, I'm tearing you asunder.
Ooh, There is thunder in our hearts. Is there so much hate for the ones who love?
Tell me we both matter don't we? You, It's you and me, It's you and me who won't be unhappy.
And if I only could, I'd make a deal with God, And I'd get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road, Be running up that hill, Be running up that building.
Say, If I only could, oh... You, It's you and me, It's you and me who won't be unhappy.
Come on baby, come on darling Let me steal this moment from you now Oh come on angel, come on come on darlin' Let's exchange the experience oh...
And if I only could, I'd make a deal with God, And I'd get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road, Be running up that hill, With no problems...
Say if I only could, I'd make a deal with God, And I'd get him to swap our places, Be running up that road, Be running up that hill, With no problems... Say if I only could, I'd make a deal with God, And I'd get him to swap our places, Be running up that road, Be running up that hill, With no problems... Say, If I only could...
Oh... Be running up that hill, With no problems... If only I could, Be running up that hill...

its 'cos I owe ya, my young friend...
Rockin' the FREE world in Tennessee since 1957!
9/11 Truth.

Always

Running up that hill. That song sticks with me all day.

Colchester, New London County, Connecticut

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me, too...

special meaning...

its 'cos I owe ya, my young friend...
Rockin' the FREE world in Tennessee since 1957!
9/11 Truth.

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assorted musical excerpts

from Wicked's Wonderful:

Where I come from, we believe all sorts of things that aren't true.
We call it history:
A man's called a traitor...or a liberator.
A rich man's a thief...or philanthropist.
Is one a crusader...or ruthless invader?
It's all in which label is able to persist!

There are precious few at ease
With moral ambiguities
So we act as though
They don't
Exist!

-----

from Danny Elfman's unproduced musical "Little Demons":

There you have it, that's our story;
Evil triumphs in the end.
Did you think it might be different?
Y'see it's just like life my friend:
Virtue rarely gets rewarded
It's a fact, I'm afraid that's true.
And the guilty tend to slip
Unpunished out of the general view.

Well, that's life, but don't ya know?
Eventually it all comes around!
All is equal when at last we
End up six feet underground.
Good and evil, fat or skinny,
Bottom of the barrel
Or the upper crust,
Pure of Heart or Little Demons,
All the same when they turn to dust!

All the same when they turn to dust...

"You underestimate the character of man." | "So be off now, and set about it." | Up for a game?

Here's

a great song by a great band.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghqO4xjewsU

9/11 was an inside job .....time to get some answers..RP 2012

Brother Ali- Uncle Sam Goddamn

Ah,
The name of this song is uncle sam goddamn
It's a show tune but the show ain't been written for it yet.
We're gonna see if tony Jerome and the band
can maybe work this shit out for me
And straighten me out right quick
I like it so far man

Yeah

Come on, let's go

Welcome to the united snakes
Land of the thief, home of the slave
Grand imperial guard where
the dollar is sacred and proud

Let's do this shit for real, come on now

Smoke and mirrors, stripes and stars
Stollen for the cross in the name of God
Bloodshed, genocide, rape and fraud
Written to the pages of the law, good lord

The cold continent latch key child
Ran away one day and started acting foul
King of where the wild things are, daddy's proud
Cause the roman empire done passed it down

Imported and tortured the work force
They never healed the wounds or shook the curse off
Now the grown up Goliath nation
Holdin open auditions for the part of David, can you feel?

Nothing can save you, you question the rain
You get rushed in and chained up
fists raised but I must be insane
Cause I can't figure a single goddamn way to change it

Welcome to the united snakes
Land of the thief, home of the slave
Grant imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and power is God

Welcome to the united snakes
Land of the thief, home of the slave
Grant imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and power is God

All must bow to the fat and lazy
The fuck you obey me and
why do they hate me, who me?
Only two generations away from
the Worlds most despicable slavery trade

Pioneered so many ways to degrade a human being
That it can't be changed to this day
Legacy so ingrained in the way that we think
We don't only need chains to be slaves

Lord it's a shameful display
The overseers even got raped along the way
Cause the children can't escape from the pain
And they're born with the pores
and this hatred in their veins

Try and separate a man from his soul
You'll only strengthen him and lose your own
Well shoot that fucker if he walk near the throne
Remind him that this is my home (now i'm gone)

Welcome to the united snakes
Land of the thief, home of the slave
Grant imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and power is god

Welcome to the united snakes
Land of the thief, home of the slave
Grant imperial guard where the dollar is sacred

Hold up, gimme one right here, hold up

You don't give money to the bums
On the corner with a sign, bleeding from their gums
Talking much, you don't support a crackhead
What you think happens to the money from yo' taxes

Shit the governments an addict
With a billion dollar a week kill brown people habit
And even if you ain't on the front line
When the master yell crunch time you right back at it

You ain't look at how you hustling backwards
And the end of the year add up what they subtracted
3 outta twelve months your salary
Paid for that madness, man that's sadness

What's left get a big ass plasma
To see where they made Dan Rather point the damn camera
Only approved questions get answered
Now stand your ass up for that national anthem

Welcome to the united snakes
Land of the thief, home of the slave
Grant imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and power is God

Welcome to the united snakes
Land of the thief, home of the slave
Grant imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and power is God

[instrumental break]

Custom made, the consumer news

Keep saying we're free
But we're all just blue (x3)

Custom made, the consumer news
Keep saying we're free
But we're all just blue

Link to the video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=46l236O7Iv8

P.S. Thats music 'snob' not music nerd! ;)

'Peace is a powerful message.' Ron Paul

Snob yes...

in most cases.

But if you're really into Rush, I mean really, you're a nerd.

Kate Bush - Army Dreamers

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QOZDKlpybZE

"B.F.P.O.*"
Army dreamers.
"Mammy's hero."
"B.F.P.O."
"Mammy's hero."

Our little army boy
Is coming home from B.F.P.O.
I've a bunch of purple flowers
To decorate a mammy's hero.

Mourning in the aerodrome,
The weather warmer, he is colder.
Four men in uniform
To carry home my little soldier.

"What could he do?
Should have been a rock star."
But he didn't have the money for a guitar.
"What could he do?
Should have been a politician."
But he never had a proper education.
"What could he do?
Should have been a father."
But he never even made it to his twenties.
What a waste --
Army dreamers.
Ooh, what a waste of
Army dreamers.

Tears o'er a tin box.
Oh, Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know,
Like a chicken with a fox,
He couldn't win the war with ego.

Give the kid the pick of pips,
And give him all your stripes and ribbons.
Now he's sitting in his hole,
He might as well have buttons and bows.

"What could he do?
Should have been a rock star."
But he didn't have the money for a guitar.
"What could he do?
Should have been a politician."
But he never had a proper education.
"What could he do?
Should have been a father."
But he never even made it to his twenties.
What a waste --
Army dreamers.
Ooh, what a waste of
Army dreamers.
Ooh, what a waste of all that
Army dreamers,
Army dreamers,
Army dreamers, oh...

("B.F.P.O.")
Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum...
Army dreamers.
Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum...
("Mammy's hero.")
("B.F.P.O.")
Army Dreamers.
("Mammy's hero.")
("B.F.P.O.")
No harm heroes.
("Mammy's hero.")
("B.F.P.O.")
Army dreamers.
("Mammy's hero.")
("B.F.P.O.")
No harm heroes.
("Mammy's hero.")
("B.F.P.O.")
Mammy's darling.
("Mammy's hero.")

[*--"B.F.P.O.": British Forces Posted Overseas.]

I like broccoli...I must be a terrorist.

Love Kate Bush

"Army Dreamers" is a great song.

Kate Bush

I used to listen years back when my girls were young, they LOVED Army Dreamers.

Colchester, New London County, Connecticut

Original song our band plays

SABOTAGE

Bright lights turn them down
Your interrogation is not allowed
My rights are clear to me
Yet you try to deny them constantly
You try and take my voice away
To keep me quiet and make me pay

I won't take it anymore
Sabotage so I can shut you-shut you down
Tear you down off your pedestal
So we can shut you-shut you down

The lies you prescribe for me.
Your poisons your pills
The lives lost so carelessly
For your interests and thrills

I won't take it anymore
Sabotage so I can shut you-shut you down
Tear you down off your pedestal
So we can shut you-shut you down

written by Jeremy Urbanik
performed by ISNIS

"I have found that being rich is not about having the most but about needing the least"

Do you have a link to the audio?

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Sorry not yet

Just recordings we have done at practice..We have about 30 originals and are finally breaking them down into separate albums right now..one album is about 8 songs that are more Politically leaning, another is more upbeat, and the last is more ballad-ish..We have had some video that was taken at our shows but Unfortunately Sabotage wasn't on there..Hopefully soon..

He is a poor quality video of us playing after a long hot day at a benefit show..We were the last to go on. It's not one of our best takes at this song..It's called Metastasis..Written buy my brother who is on Vocals and Guitars, Myself on drums and Ryan on Bass...

http://www.myspace.com/video/isnis/metastasis/62203027

"I have found that being rich is not about having the most but about needing the least"

Thanks for the vid.

It was almost early Incubus but not quite, it was good.

Put up some audios when you guys get it all worked out.

Helicopter Ben - McGraw & Montrose - Paper Money (ain't Gold!)

Helicopter Ben - Chris McGraw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ufzxWK6Plng
(sorry, couldn't find the lyrics)

Not my favorite, but it comes to mind. Always thought the refrain was "paper money ain't Gold", but it seems its "paper money don't hold".

I play the game of a rich boy,
I buy everything I can.
My bankroll is a foot thick,
I'm a wealthy man.
A million dollar reserve note is right there in my hand
And I can't stand to think...it's all that I've got.
Take away all my silver
Take away all my gold
And hand me a stack of paper
Paper money don't hold. Paper money don't hold.
Well, you act as though you don't remember
The way it all used to be.
Now one man, he locks up the money
Another man holds the key.
My car cost me fifteen grand,
Some say I got a deal.
Melt it down, I've got a thousand pounds of junk
And ten dollars worth of steel.

"In These Times" by Joan Armatrading

These are the times
Tears fill the back of your eyes
These are the times
The birds migrate
Across the skies

These are the times
What hope you had you forget
These wicked times
You're bound to feel
All sanity is lost

In these times everyone needs love
In these times do you pray to God
In these times everyone needs comfort
And would welcome a hand to hold
Compassion is the fire
That burns the hurt
That pains the soul
And though my eyes are so polluted
By the sight of lost desires
I can see you standing by

This is my fear
That distance will come between us
And it could mean nothing
Nothing
To get from here to there
We own the world
And everything that's in it
Let our love shine
Like glistening raindrops
Resting on a rose

In these times celebrate our love
In these times let's be thankful of
All the days we can spend together
And I'm happy to hold your hand
Your passion is the food
That feeds the hunger in my heart
And now my eyes are clearly open
No more longing for the past
Now I have you in these times

In these times everyone needs love
In these times do you pray to God
In these times everyone needs comfort
And would welcome a hand to hold
Your passion is the fire
That burns the hurt
That pains the soul
And though my eyes are so polluted
By the sight of lost desires
Good to have you in these times