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24 Feb 2020, 1:22 pm

After some to and fro on the ‘interview the person below you’ thread, it looked like a thread of this type might be fun.
So here it is! :D

Suggested format:

Song name.
Lyrics
Artist name & year of release
YouTube link (if possible)

So to start it off:

For You

I will be here for you
All I want is you
When I see your face
All the Angels are shamed
Lay with me beauty
Feel me close to you
Take my hand to you
Touch you softly.

Your warm skin
Cover me with you
Over me under you
Pull me in to you
As one we lay entwined
All I ever wanted
I have, I need never wish again
You are heaven sent


My Dying Bride - 1996



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25 Feb 2020, 1:34 pm

Cage - Agent Orange

[Intro]
There was me, Alex.. and three of my mans
All supposed to meet at Korova Milk Bar
The Korova Milk Bar couldn't afford its liquor license
So it sold milkplus Drencrom, or Synthmesc
It would sharpen you up for a bit of the ol' ultraviolence
Which plagued our minds for the evening
And so kiddies... death for all, right right?!
RIGHT RIGHT!!

[Verse 1: Cage]
I'm Against the Machine like Rage; b*****s say, "I hate you Cage!"
After circle jerks, I wash my hands off and do dirt
Sick with a smirk, plus happy disturbed
f****d the first two b*****s like dogs and I jacked off on the third
I'm obvious oblivion but that's my science
f**k your head up like corn rows put in by blind giants
Haven't been with it, since the last corpse
Kidded, wore a blood stained smile, and told the cops, "He did it!"
Of course the most raw throughout the 9-1-4, 1-0-9-4-0
Got you beasts shook like Doc Moreau
Pour beer out for yourself because you're walking dead
I'll burn your house down like a f*****g Talking Head
And get high like f**k, and pick apart my brain
Dissections may mentally cause infections
Break you with inventions, sick intentions
Leave most MC's lost in my sentence
I'm strictly Beyond and Back, come and get me
Hemotobin, left from a lip like a hickey
Leak smoke got me ready to murder a rookie
Killers on your block tuck in they dicks like Tootsie
Come and witness what your s**t missed
Watch the Glock kiss, Little Sis' wet her like a Baptist
Inconvenience; dilemma, like sitting on, Venus
With no shuttle, treeless
Try and pick apart some Agent Orange perception
Catch frontal lobe damage and not manage correction
I smell leak smoke, left by the anonymous
Beats brought back to life die when I'm embalmin' this
Come around and get yo' ass shot to clusters
I'mma play the Injuns with the arrows you be Custer's... back
I ride up on you, divorce your head and neck then scalp it
Rip off all your flesh and make a outfit

[Scratched Hook]
People said his brain was infected by devils

[Verse 2: Cage]
I survived abortion; got mushed in that canister-shaped coffin
'til stolen from the garbage I was tossed in
Instincts, snatch your cream like links
Blow shotguns through the sky, making E.T. eyes chink
See me twisting leak with my peeps from psychiatrics
Get high, run up in your crib and f**k your moms backwards
Lost in the dust, don't give a f**k about dangerous
I'm in it for the whip, plus the cream and the head.. rush
Ready to bust any trick that talk slick
Know a crew of devils in my head that force me to walk..
With, Death in my pocket for the curious
At your execution see twelve faces of Jesus in your jury this
Orange Agent, s**t on a vagrant
Caught you in the alley by yourself and left your head vacant
Dare you sample, some of the stress in my life
Give an MC brain surgery with butterfly knife
For all you c**** that try to spit with your b***h clique behind ya
Wake up in the morning with a horse head beside ya
Ma Dukes is just a cherry on top
Spending G's on quacks to try and fix my Clock
I caught the quick lock, buggin' in the institution
Whatever sanity was left, caught the execution
Psychological pollution, they stickin' me with Thorazine solution
Shooting at the sky looking for Godly retribution
And I can almost see clear
I start buggin' like a insect and lay larvae in your ear
Agent Orange stomping on MC corpse slim circle body part
Call murder scenes abstract art
Split your sweetbreads it's the horror show in infra-red
Boots get planted in chest there for the misled
Lay it down for naps in the dirt, just like Clockwork
Undress your ghost while your brain's taking a squirt

[Scratched Hook]



So, this track was first released in 1997 as a B-side for the Radiohead single. It was re-released in 2002 as part of Cage's full length album Movies For The Blind. The instrumental was produced by Necro.


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26 Feb 2020, 7:43 am

‘When you touched me I died just a little inside
I wonder if this could be love.
this could be love
‘Cuz your out of this world, galaxy, space-time...
i wonder if this could be love
This could be love...’
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04 Mar 2020, 12:03 pm

"Warzone" by The Wanted. It's a very dark song about a guy who breaks up with his girlfriend after discovering that she cheated on him. The guy goes and tries to get rid of her and his memories of her, including burning her house down.

[Verse 1: Nathan]
I can't believe I had to see
The girl of my dreams cheating on me
The pain you caused has left me dead inside
I'm gonna make sure, you regret that night

[Verse 2: Nathan]
I feel you close, I feel you breathe
And now it's like you're here
You're haunting me
You're out of line, you're out of sight
You're the reason that we started this fight

[Chorus: Max]
But I, I, I know
I just gotta let it go
I, I should've known
I gotta learn to say goodbye now
I throw my armour down
And leave the battleground
For the final time now
I, I know
I'm running from a warzone

[Verse 3: Jay]
In our house, I hate that place
Everywhere I walk I see your face
Try to erase a memory with a flame
And hope I'll never see you again
Standing here, in this burning room
You know the end could never come so soon

[Nathan]
It's clear to me
The lies you used
The ones that killed me ain't hurting you so

[Chorus]
I, I, I know
I just gotta let it go
I, I should've known
I gotta learn to say goodbye now
I throw my armour down
And leave the battleground
For the final time now
I, I know
I'm running from a warzone

[Bridge: Max]
I'm running from a warzone
I can't do this anymore
I'm running from a warzone
What are we fighting for?

I'm running from a Warzone

[Chorus]
I, I, I know
I just gotta let it go
I, I should've known
I gotta learn to say goodbye now
I throw my armour down
And leave the battleground
For the final time now
I, I know
I'm running from a warzone


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05 Mar 2020, 1:35 pm

"the right time"

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08 Mar 2020, 11:40 am



[Intro]
Uh huh, yeah, yeah
Uh huh, yeah
Ayo, Al, I got you
Ayo, the Butcher coming, nigga

[Verse 1]
Look, I got ten niggas with me, all body catchers
That’s ten straps and Air Max 97s
You know why we legends, ask the streets, yeah
They watched me stretch it, I put the microwave on 90 seconds
The day my brother died like 9/11, I missed him
He smoked a big one when he took that backseat ride to heaven
She see my watch, but I don’t got a second
This wrist got us extras, it’s in the pot doing calisthenics
They talk tough talk, but they don’t want no issues
All they talk is gunplay, but they don’t own no pistols
Sat down at a meeting, manteca on the menu
Red laser on the nickel, turn a hater to a Hindu
If you used to being broke, then this paper gon' offend you
Niggas either dick riding or they paid for their credentials
I was young, the plug told me, "Just be patient, I’ma hit you
s**t slow, work with me, just take what I can give you"
I took that, doubled back and got greater, I continued
'Cause my loyalty as good as any favor I could lend you
You can hate, but I’m official, I don’t break 'cause I ain't brittle
That’s real G s**t, if you a gangster, I commend you, ah

[Chorus]
Cocaine jumping out the pot, rubber bands and weight
Dope fiends walking up the block, rubber bands and weight
6am, but I ain’t closing shop, my other plans can wait
It’s Tana, nigga, yeah, you know my block, did twenty grand a day
Cocaine jumping out the pot, rubber bands and weight
Dope fiends walking up the block, rubber bands and weight
6am, but I ain’t closing shop, my other plans can wait
It’s Tana, nigga, yeah, you know my block, did twenty grand a day

[Verse 2]
My background official, I don’t back down from issues
I spin back ‘round and get you, pull my mask down and clip you
You can go and check my record, not a blemish on my file
The whole Griselda bought Rolexes and put VSs on the dial
My man calling home sick, said he stressing over trial
I said, “You get a hundred years, you still a legend in the town”
We was youngsters who grew to be crooked, they threw me in booking
This beef s**t, speak up, this Uzi’ll cook it
They played hoops, I played the stoop with the tool in the bushes
First day I met your old lady, she threw me the p****
Yeah, we real niggas, hundred grand, that’s my mother fault
I need another vault, nigga, yeah, that’s hustler talk
In this game of life, it mean death if you come up short
My man doing a stretch for a body that his brother caught
Cocaine jumping out the pot, so you know
That my post game standing on this block like Karl Malone, ah

[Chorus]
Cocaine jumping out the pot, rubber bands and weight
Dope fiends walking up the block, rubber bands and weight
6am, but I ain’t closing shop, my other plans can wait
It’s Tana, nigga, yeah, you know my block, did twenty grand a day
Cocaine jumping out the pot, rubber bands and weight
Dope fiends walking up the block, rubber bands and weight
6am, but I ain’t closing shop, my other plans can wait
It’s Tana, nigga, yeah, you know my block, did twenty grand a day

[Outro]
Rubber bands and weight, rubber bands and weight
My other plans can wait, did twenty grand a day
Rubber bands and weight, rubber bands and weight


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