[2003 song. rec'd 1/28/15] i'm gonna make a stand, i'm gonna make my intention clear i'm gonna make a stand and it's all gonna happen here... this girl named alison, i love her so she's tuned into the spirit of the radio cause it knows we're doing the best that we can pigs don't follow where my hooligans tread and when they do they often get a bullet in the head then they're dead, that's what i just said, you pansy she makes a dream of my reality she's got a certain thing, and it's like a glow she's just a little queen of her own little scene she sets me free you know i can't let go cuz tonight we're gonna make it alright she lives with her mom and she hates her life, her parents aren't ok with me makin' her my wife and you know i'm not really sure about it myself you see us as we walk with a shadowy clack, our sessions are colossal in the bedroom sack cause we are the stars of an internet site the silent praise of her adorable gaze, she likes to make me smile cause she's oh so good she heals my heart when it falls apart, and it's a beautiful day in the neighborhood cause tonight we're gonna make it alright we broke into the school about a quarter to 4 inspired by our heroes bill gates, steve jobs and fucking al gore we can't take it anymore!!!! it's time to settle the score!!!!!! revolutionary war!!!!!!!!! is what we all strive for!! it's what we have in store!!!!! but the purity of love is our esprit de corps we're gonna cause a blast, for mistakes in the past have led our noble culture up a dead garden path we're setting up the bombs, we're singing rebel songs we'll fashion new ideals in the aftermath cause tonight we're gonna make it alright

i'll give you the blind and simple truth warm smile and the love to see you through i'll be the descending guiding light enable the nations with clear sight i'll be your sunlight the radiation through the clouds and when the day comes proclaim my love to you aloud i'll give you a silent clever guise i'll give in to violence when i die up to the dissension set your tune we'll meet up in heaven see you soon i'll be your sunlight and though you often prefer the shade the things i'm losing would not outweigh what i have gained and now you feel you're all alone you've taken leave of all you've known the breath of holiness the hopelessness impressed upon you the sunlight is reaching out to you

[wrote this in 2002 or 3. rec'd 1/29/2015.] he said the doors open at 6 tonight laura's in the sky, got her socks on tight and her offers in the memory of the soon to be tremble in line for the sold out show in my mind an ever-present mystery, your face behind the computer screen is beautiful like health and well-being silver stars and fields that are green lover of the dark, sorrow is not what i want you to feel kissing and licking and listening to u2 alcohol on my fingers, tongue, and feet...and you away too long, your life gets boring, things go wrong people come around, second stories without floors things you never thought to do, but i did and what's more i like your ears and your nose and your eyes i'll gaze and admire amidst a desert sunrise forestall fate and the cruelty of time for one sweet day please say you'll be mine i'm stuck in the mud with proverbs and plight but your particular delusions could provide me with delight i grasp your concepts, though i'm dumber than dirt i write songs for girls cuz i'm a silly flirt

as i see the orange sky filtering out blame and confusion you say this is a dream, but i don't have to believe you this is what i need i fly down to a cloud where i can rest for a while long road is ahead as you glance with a smile i see the first star, always my love i see the last hope, always my love i watch the sky drop as we blast away what a wonderful view, breathing space w/ my eyes seeing all 100,000,000 tiny dots fill our view what galaxy will you choose now we are numb against nothing perfect life nothing to fight or work out i loved you before but i don't no more guess that's how it goes when i flow i insult your intelligence, i don't think it's right to be harmful don't think it's right, i don't like you anymore cause you're harmful harm is bad, space is good keep on flying through the orange sky 'til you feel the power and act as you should i see the first star, always my love i see the last hope, always my love i watch the sky drop as we blast away

hand me down my lawful saber before the staggered columns taper and the ceiling is no more, the win before the score casket case, our senate race, a sinful speech unto the breach i'm only what you see, a lifeless falling tree, don't test me worried roads in disrepair thru the valley of the ones that care unless you cross the tracks you cannot ride suspicions crawl, disguises flake, decrepit sprawl nowhere to fall oscillate through easy targets getting wine out of a carpet is not an easy task so tap another cask question answers of scandal advancers fear the stupefied romancers the bleach into the grout the plan to ease my doubt, is out overflowing wishing well, the mailbox is underwater now whatever null clause works for the sweating fascists the moment's gone, the thought goes on in spite of it all nowhere to fall

thoughts have silenced all our words life is spinning out at turns wondered if we'd ever learn feel like an acrobat falling from the tightrope act thought i had a net but not this time thought you had a rope but somebody cut the line controvert is a drunken priest left of center, the evil duckling is dead one nation under "expire" oh my god, would you please kill me now my life has expired and everything's wrong god help me now, it's best that we just cut our losses right now

caught you faking and hold it til the morning, it never comes pull the stops and the starts that didn't get you going at all i've been known for hanging on it's a little too late to talk about what's making us cold rags to razors anticipate the worst case scenario if you could help to let me go you're barely holding back, you've got a knack for hemming slacks entice my decision making skills am i to stare at window sills and wait for the brick to shatter what does it matter the friendly chatter keeps up the pretense that everything's alright we love each other we don't fight under whip cracks advancing urban blight and now that everything's alright i can tell you without reservation we're fighting for our lives holy mother of pride applaud the locksmith caught in the tide blind acceptance is not enough to fill the hollow inside bored to tears a time to bide marching off the cliff, where you can find the petroglyph that some ancient artist left to remind us of just how long and hard we've had to fight to achieve disgraceful appalling wasteful crass and shameful society oh but everything's alright we love each other we don't fight under whip cracks advancing urban blight and now that everything's alright i can tell you without reservation we're fighting for our lives

we're gonna kill everyone that looks like you everyone that thinks the way you do you deserve to die we're gonna kill everyone that follows you everyone that talks to you we're gonna save the day we're gonna kill everyone that talks to you that's what we're gonna do eliminate your race i love to celebrate myself and look at myself in the mirror it's really so interesting to look at my face cause it's beautiful like yours is not and you must be the one to rot in the fucking hole with extreme prejudice it doesn't mean a whole lot of things but it means one thing and that's your death you're gonna die tonight from a military strike a military strike is coming down to kill you partner up with the avocado

[some google translated spanish lyrics circa...2004? guitar part recorded 2009, vocals 2015. title translates to " ray of happiness in the flower-covered dream"] Dar un paseo a donde la tierra se encuentra con el cielo. Ver si alguna vez llegar a donde necesita ir. Es eso lo que querías saber? Supongo que no, el tiempo para que usted pueda soplar. Yo, es decir, soy el que necesita para ser soplado. Loco que ver, que nunca has conocido. Voy a estar allí para usted, eso es un hecho en todo el mundo conocido. Pero los patrones cíclicos de la disonancia que reaccionan, hacen usted fuma cocaína. Repleto con la impresionabilidad, yo no puedo lograr. Permanezca conmigo, para mis propósitos. Llegaré a ser mucho mejor para humanidad, en el fin último. Cuándo se termina, usted vendrá en mí y sueño. Produciré los resultados sin el potencial. Crea en mis poderes, su produzca nomina el presidente del mundo. En el flor-cubrió sueño, mándeme al sol. Soy tu propio. Soy su único y verdadero amor. Yo te protegeré del frío, el dolor, y todo lo que es profano. Creer en mí, cariño, soy el único que queda vivo. Todos los demás están muertos. El mundo está poblado por máquinas con inteligencia artificial. No hay escapatoria. Que van a venir a matarnos pronto. Debemos escondernos. Puede conducir un coche con transmisión manual? Necesito su ayuda, pronto. auto-re-translated back to english: Stroll where the earth meets the sky. See if you get where you need to go. Is that what you wanted to know? I guess not, time for you to blow. I, that is, I have need to be blown. Crazy to see, you've never known. I'll be there for you, that's a fact throughout the known world. But the cyclical patterns of disharmony that react, do you smoke cocaine. Replete with impressionability, I can not achieve. Stay with me, for my purposes. I will become much better for humanity in the last end. When completed, you will come to me and sleep. I will produce results without the potential. Believe in my powers, the President nominates produce the world. In the flower-covered dream, send me the sun. I am your own. I am your one true love. I will protect you from the cold, pain, and all that is unholy. Believe me, honey, I'm the only one left alive. Everyone else is dead. The world is populated by machines with artificial intelligence. There is no escape. They are coming to kill us soon. We must hide. You can drive a car with manual transmission? I need your help, soon.

if i speak to you about something intelligent don't interrupt me and cause my perfect shape to get bent if i bring up some points that cause you to flip out don't get pissy too soon, you don't know just what i'm talking about please get a clue, you're not me and i'm not you there's more going on here than is immediately apparent please don't claw up my face like an overzealous ferret why is your house in my way, bulldozing the fucking plain? shit is what's plaguing me, now i'm pissed off as i'm sure you see the handle to the door makes me bleed and now i beg you please to lift up my deeds won't you lift up my needs and love my place in life

go ahead and prick me bitch, see if i bleed all this attention is more than i need my blood may not be thicker than the air in here would you love me if i used some roman numerals and laughed at every single word you said but could you sacrifice that very laugh you get from every single person for one fucking kiss i don't get nothin' i had a dream that i could be enough for you and decide gently your fate but my fate had relieved me of the strength to choose my own fate tried to save you, but you wouldn't have none of that i met you when i had just enough of my innocence left to be taken away by a force unknown i met you when i poured out the last of what i had to drink feeling forgotten but to be forgotten i would first have to be known nobody knows what i've seen baby see everything in my life has been real mean i had to dream to get away from it all

there ain't nothin' like a new car heartless amateurs will go far all i wanna do is make it up to you, i'm gonna kill the fuckers numbnut quarterback on crack, he's responsible for carjack all i wanna do is make it up to you, i'm gonna kill the fuckers say what you and and do what you need i will always love you more than anything so don't you worry 'bout me lacking enthusiasm, that's me a fiery pit into which i deliver the pitch revile your own upstanding conscience for $29.95 like it's 1995, like you're just another bee in the hive like we've got a working car to drive i never picked up this guitar and everything i say is meaningful like mar rar rar mar rar rar mar rar rar

pass me a piece of that fine bungholio, i need a butt-roll don't build no house of cards, no castles in the air no ships in bottles, mountainous molehills, don't be a pot and call a kettle look at some trees and see there's a forest there and if you're not there you can't hear the fall pride comes before there's an ocean in my balls necessity is the mother of invention you can have your cure, i'll take that ounce of prevention one volunteer is worth 20 pressed men pay peanuts, get monkeys, set the world on a pin in the kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed is king but no one is blinder than he who will not see so pass me a piece of that fine bungholio, i need a butt-roll you're jumping over an eggshell, off a cliff, to the conclusion of yourself you know god helps those who help themselves he'll give you just enough rope to hand yourself if you're a physician, man, you can heal thyself fortune favors the bold, but don't live by the sword you shouldn't attempt to carry the world on your shoulders if your book has a dust cover you'll be judged accordingly the horses that i give away aren't worth as much money, yea power corrupts, empty vessels make a loud sound you can't run with the hare and hunt with the hound for greeks bearing gifts, check the stomach not the mouth talk is cheap, those who can't do will treach and as you sow so shall you reap beauty lies in the eyes, a coward dies many times if you're looking for a needle in a haystack beware you don't prick yourself when you finally find it cause haystacks are filthy, and when infection sets in i'm not gonna be there to help you start again you're a fool with a pound and wise with a penny but the needs of the few can't come before the needs of the many live by the sword, gonna die by the sword your ship's in a storm you'll head for any shore lock yourself inside your brain and throw away the key have fun hating everyone and feigning humility to err is humon, to forgive divine you gotta get yours, but bitch i gotta get mine so pass me a piece of that fine bungholio, i need a butt-roll

you're feeling so alone i'll take the games and pick up the loan loose change the fighting is getting harder to escape the fact remains i'm sick of the same old things the lighting is glowing dimmer by the day

[lyrics from 1994] see the little girl in the alleyway the sun is coming up so bright today you're probably gone and i can't see the light of the sun is blinding me though i love you now, now you chose to go away leave forever, i don't need an explanation sun comes up to my dead feelings, the bruises on my heart won't heal the scars won't wash away, a tattered face of black and blue is all i can display that's my least favorite thing i associate with you tied down with love and devotion drowning in the deep blue ocean why won't you come and play with me for a day or two i can't believe that you would do this to me i can't believe that it's true. why. me. you. the wall of the alley is made with stucco can i stick my penis in your fuckhole i would appreciate that

[lyrics circa 1999] nation of fucks watching the tube making sure their cars are properly lubed blazing the trail, spotting some quail birds are for consumption, not for a sport to my love i must resort misrepresentation of my client LSD, don't try it, it's a fad, it's horrible show the basketball how to dribble itself in a new way with a new style and a new balance on concrete, with winded spirits and faded resemblances of my grey love, and love is regret, and fire is water grass is fire, my wishes are my food grain is rice, drywall is grain, fucked up world again my time is up, won't you come along teach me how to be a person

gonna drop you like a lead balloon and pick your brain with a silver spoon on account of all we've been taken for i'm on a rampage out to settle the score i got weapons up the butt and you know they shoot flame-throwin' motherfucker in a fireproof suit enough of your high and mighty upper-class attitude i'll slit your throat and call an ambulance full of food it's not gonna help you no, just bring me steak fish, salad, and fresh produce for me to take massive amounts of PCP injected up your ass for a very small fee ooh that one's non-negotiable, baby drivin' on the shoulder, hand on my gat, i got a vendetta now you can take it up with my fucking lawyer, i got a lawyer he's got gats too, gonna drop you like a lead balloon that's not like no poon, no poontang for you, i got a jew somethin' else that rhymes with something that sounds like spoon but i can't use that word again because it was already used in the first verse massive amounts of PCP injected up your ass for a very small fee

[lyrics circa 1999] i can't lose weight, weird veins on legs, marks on my foot, small dick joints pop and squeak don't kill that caribou, it's still alive, it's got a lot of living to do yeah huh wait a second, pantera's here, what the fuck are they doing who let the mutts out again joints pop, and squeak don't kill that caribou, it's still alive, it's got a lot of living to do everything is fucked up, everything is wrong come to my house, suck on my dong

i'm gonna pace around the room and act like a loon that's what i'm gonna do that's what i intend to do, to you i'm gonna make your life a living hell lock you inside your house and force you to do things for me like sing and dance and cook and clean and cream cream cream cream cream cream i'm gonna pace around the room and act like a loon that's what i'm gonna do

party, punk party, you can invite all your punkass friends to the punk party we've got something to do today... we're gonna raise an army and kill forevermore we're gonna tell you how to live your life and if you don't comply, well that's the end of your life and then we're having a party, a punk party we've got someone to kill today

[lyrics from 1999] you won't like us as people, we don't read your books we find it hard to make good sense about anything we don't think what you did was much i don't think i can worship luck recreation my deviation, unlike devotion, scatter sick about turning down a new world order sick about the taxman taking my quarters lookin' at myself in the mirror, tryin' to see the world just a little bit clearer sick about the fuckin' police, imma set up thinkin' bout a pawn shop 9 cause i'm fed up sick about livin' in a one track town, i'm fallin' down sick about fire, i'm fallin' down, sick about liars, i'm fallin' down wanna get you higher, don't need no crown, wanna get high but i'm fallin' down sick about the corporate exaltation sick about the state of the fuckin' nation and i'm sick of tv tellin' me how to live takin' all the time that they won't give figured out life's nothin' more than a sound now i'm falling down we're sick about the fire, we're fallin' down, sick of all the liars, we're fallin' down wanna get higher, we don't need no crown, wanna get high but we're fallin' down revolution, retribution, a pack of lies, a temporary solution renovation, revelation, a pack of lies, a temporary solution a set of truths for all the youths of the useless, that's what i got, hey yo people i've had more than enough, i don't get it why my life is so tough i'm livin' like a 4 alarm in a forest eatin' up the time cause i'm headsmack bored can anybody tell me the point of being when all i can see is a lack of seeing the world is gone to hell cause the devil's all happy and stuff we got a buck or two in that deal yes we did remember the time we all ran free, well i don't either so won't you tell me what's the point of being for one fuckin' thing you hear the sound of laughter and it makes you die faster the song is meaningful, yes it is, it's a serious song, that's right and this is the chorus we're sick of all the wars, they're makin' us fall down sick of all the whores, they'll be sucking us down into the pit of quicksand, where you don't fall you just sink

i'll have you pumpin' that iron before too long i'll have you pumpin' that iron and suckin' my dong gotta get in shape, gotta do it right gotta lift the weights all day and night listen to my sermon, only time will tell if you're gonna go to heaven or you're goin' to hell here's a way to ensure yourself to win jettison that pride and gluttony and sloth, cause that's a sin i'll have you pumpin' that iron before too long i'll have you pumpin' that iron and suckin' my dong

[dedicated to soulseek user fredlsd77] fred, fred fred, fred fred, fred is on L. S D

this is just another service i'm willing to provide

[i got this poster/flag with no pole/cloth thing/whatever at a bush show in 1996 that said this] bone-driven for bush, i am bone-driven for bush yeah, bush, that bush, not kate bush, not george bush but bush, just bush that's the one with gavin rossdale at the helm i am bone-driven for bush

pump the crotch, it's all you got, life in a normal cage make me watch 10 more ink blots, crotch print is on the page hold the phone, don't leave me alone, pay attention to my pleas it's getting weirder trying to deal with life, my dear pour the scotch and take a shot, we're here at the rifle range alcohol and firearms, it might get a little strange place importance on your words, coasting like a golf ball from the tee in a foreign country, relegate the fee, exchanging commodities in silence beneath the trees, pantaloons creased as the rocket will be ascending to the stars

hmm...

[lyrics from 1999] here i am writing a song, i'm going to insult you so try to sing along no words can describe how completely worthless you are forever's not time enough to erase these emotional scars hell or high water, whatever it takes, i'll try to find a way to fucking kill you, and if i have to, i'll lie you wouldn't understand the things that i go through, you stupid bastard whore just get your fucking ass out of my house and pick the shit up off the floor erasing my words in the news that i learn reaping the rewards of diminishing returns helping me end myself, it's the only thing you know i'm gonna stop this fucking game, now it's time for you to go hell or high water, whatever it takes, i will try to find a way to fucking kill you, and if i have to, i'll lie you wouldn't understand the things that i go through, you stupid bastard whore get your fucking ass out of my house and pick the shit up off the floor yeah, die, now, i really hate you a lot, it's filled with hate i like to kill, i'm insulting you as a matter of course and of course i like myself so much better that's right come on rock out, something that sounds important

i am a star of the stage and screen, you know what that means i've got the power, feel the power of my cunt muscles gonna do it tonight, i always do it right feel the power of my cunt muscles, gonna make you feel quite alright come on i do it all night long [grip the penis real tight] i grip it real good, gonna do it right, [tonight you know i will]i always make you cream i know just how to work that penis, i know just how to work that cock i know just how to make my pussy tight, tonight it's the only way to rock, oh god, what have we done to our society oh no, future generations are gonna suffer the environment, oh yeah, the environment gotta save the endangered species aw haw, recycle that shit come on my pussy is #1, my pussy will make you cum (power of my cunt now, feel the power of environmental concerns when you do what you should do to save the planet, it's always the right choice to make yeah, global warming can make ya hot, just like my pussy can make ya cream if you know what i mean, everybody gonna cum tonight when i make my pussy clench real tight, i can do those things for you) let's not hear any more about this...we can talk about that...don't talk about tightly clenched vaginas anymore, don't talk about those vaginas anymore

[lyrics from 1999] i thought god was touching me, i was touching myself i wonder if you ever laugh, strain in the veins of your better half going nowhere fast like a calf locked in a box, only escape is the chop of the slaughterer's blade in the name of entertainment, who's getting laid? we call upon a force that can break the feeble trust of the faithless / faceless a tank brigade called Fire Snout, buff enough to knock tyson out we won't be sold, we'll never be impressed by an artist of evil catatonic distress i got a snout and it's fiery fire is coming from my asshole

oh my gosh there's a problem with me, oh my gosh oh my dear there's a problem with you, oh my dear oh my dear let me whisper in your ear, you are acting mighty queer please don't take this out on me, please don't make this hard on me knocking over all the building blocks of life, you are oh my dear i am hopeless and bored, oh my dear everything that i wanted from life has disappeared oh my gosh what the hell have we done with our time oh my dear we are so insincere, we deserve to die please don't make me say these things please don't make me regret everything knocking over the building blocks of life blowing up the foundation of our society, that's right

[stolen from a post by "SurfDude" at http://forums.savage2.com/showthread.php?t=15984 ... 02-23-2009, 06:13 AM. lyrics in []'s by me] [i'm bored and i'm lonely so i got on my computer and i looked something totally inane up on the google search. i did, and now i'm gonna sing what came up. i didn't find what i was looking for but i found something else, about evolution...] Here's the jist. I'll try to leave out many of the technicalities so that you can get the most from a very basic description. There is much more going on that what I'm about to say, but can't get into because there is too much to say about very complex systems that are hard to briefly describe. Understand this: [you could die] You could major in evolutionary biology and still not know all there is to know about evolution. First you have to understand DNA. DNA is basically information. Just like information on your hard drive, everything is stored as a series of yes/no bits. Just like the information on a hard drive can be the difference between a hacker's hack pad, a gamer's pc, or a master scientist's life work... the DNA in your cells can code the difference between an amoeba, a duck, or tomato plant. Now you have to figure in the 1 basic property of all living organisms... the need to reproduce. We'll start basic. Things like bacteria and other single-celled organisms have a very simple reproduction cycle in that they just split apart and one cell turns into two. On average, bacteria do this once every two hours. Now imagine that every so often, throughout replication somehow one (or more) of those little yes/no bits in the DNA change... As in they don't copy exactly. Suddenly, you could have anything from a radically new super-bacteria, to a very very similar bust slightly different bacteria, to a deformed and dysfunctional bacteria that will die in a matter of seconds (and thus not be able to reproduce), and everything inbetween. Over the course of thousands/millions of years, some amount of these "changes" accumulate until you eventually if you were to compare this new bacteria to to the old one, you'd never know the two were once the same. Now imagine that you let this course happen for billions of years. Eventually you'll start getting more complex organisms that have more complex ways of reproducing. Such as us organisms that require two to tango. When you stop making copies and start introducing more variety to the equation, you get a faster rate of evolution. Variation is essentially the driving force of evolution. With increased variation, you get a better chance for the offspring of the two parent organisms to have some "new" DNA sequence. Now I haven't said anything about natural selection. This term is a GIANT misnomer, for two reasons. 1) No one is "selecting" the genes that mutate and get to live on/ reproduce, and 2) People tend to think that natural selection allows for organisms to "select" which mutations they want to have. In the case of 1, religious idiots tend to point to their supreme being and say that he must be the "natural selector", which is moronic. For 2, you can't "want" to have a baby with eleven fingers and then pop out an eleven-fingered baby. You'd have to find a mate with eleven fingers, and then hope that the eleven fingered gene passes down to your offspring from your mate. So what exactly is natural selection? It's better described as the "only the strong survives" law. When a genetic mutation occurs, it can be somewhere from beneficial, to benign, to harmful. When it's harmful, such as mental retardation, you generally don't see those organisms reproduce and pass on their retard-DNA. When it's benign, the organism will reproduce just as normally, and pass on it's useless mutation to subsequent generations. Finally you can have positive mutations. These are what biology tends to favor. The general order of life tends to find the most optimal genetic mutations to assist in an organisms living. You can find examples of these everywhere you look. Why do you have nails? Why are your teeth arranged the way they are? Why are butterfly's wings built they way they are? The list is endless. This happens because, generally speaking, when an organism is lucky enough to be born with one of these positive mutations, they out-compete the rest of the other organisms, live longer, and reproduce more. Eventually everyone has this positive gene... And the process restarts. But this process isn't as jerky as it sounds. It's not like a plant one day gave birth to a little seedling with a brain. It's not like a fish had a little fish baby that grew legs. It's an incredibly slow, luck based, process which often makes very subtle changes at a time. If you read about the brain, you'll read about how some parts of the brain are millions of years old, while others such as the prefrontal cortex are relatively new. This is because it took a long time to first create the brain... and then it took longer to add new parts to it. A final rule that is also good to know about evolution is that it tends to not "add" new parts to an organism. Here's an example. Do you think that a giraffe's neck has extra spine bones, or do you think that it's neck just has very large spine bones? The answer is the ladder. Evolution tends to change (aka mutate) what is already there, rather than to add/remove parts. This of course is not always the case... obviously. So what is evolution? It's a roll of the dice. An offspring that intends to be an "evolved form" of another needs to 1) Be EXTREMELY lucky enough for their DNA to mutate, 2) Be EXTREMELY lucky enough that their mutation works out well, and then 3) Finally live long enough to reproduce and have healthy babies that pass on their mutation. And as for "Intelligent Evolution", I wouldn't have a clue what you're talking about.