Monday, February 9, 2009

Job For A Cowboy - Entombment of a Machine.

[Intro]


It Bleeds. It Breathes.What Stands Before Us,


Is Not A Machine.It Breathes,


It Will Bleed, And It Will Dream.



[Chorus]


Its Body Is Covered In Hundreds Of Wires. And A Mouth That Attempts To Speak It Attempts to Lie. Only Murmurs Collapse From Its Jaws. And A World, A World Without. A World Without You But I Rise. The Dead Will Pride.It Breathes, Beyond This Life.So Sleep, Sleep Among us and Hesitate No More.Entombment Of A Machine. We Kneel And We Plead For No Mourning Ahead Of Us. With Only Delayed Movements From Its Figure We All Begin To Strain.The life is over like that machine life is over now, while it bleed. What Stands Before Us Is Not A Machine. What Stands Before Us Is Not A Machine.


[Verse]


My Legs Weaken At The Sight Of This Damaged Program. This Program Kept You Breathing. It Kept You Alive. These Circuits Diffused Once More.

[Bridge]

Its Body Is Covered In Hundreds Of Wires. Only Murmurs Collapse From Its Scream.


Entombment Of A Machine.

[Outro]

But I Saw It Die.But I Saw it Die. But I Saw It Dead. But I saw It Die. We Saw It Die.We Watched It Die!

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Immortal Technique (Harlem Streets)

I picked this song because it's about the hardships and the description of the Harlem streets of New York. In many ways this can relate to my theme choice because it also explains how the streets of Harlem, New York can lead to a downfall of a single person or a whole family, I think it is influenced by the way people look at it. Also its explaining the distress that it can bring upon people who live there.

[Verse1]

Yeah.... Harlem streets stay flooded in white powder Like those mother f****** runnin' away from the twin towers Gun shots rock the earth like a meteor shower Bowling For Columbine, fair, giving the media power Innocence devoured like a chicken spot snack box Government cocain cooked into ghetto crack rock Corrupt cops false testimony at your arraignment Check to check, constant struggle to make the payments Working your whole life wondering where the day went The subway stays pakced like a multi-cultural slave ship It's rush hour, 2:30 to 8, non stoppin' And people coming home after corporate share croppin And f*** flossin, mothers are trying to feed children But gentrification is kicking them out of their building A generation of babies born without health care Families homeless, thrown the fuck off of the welfare

[Hook]

Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem? Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem? Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem? Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?

[Verse2]

It's like Cambodia the killing fields uptown We live in distress and hang the flag upside down The sound of conservative politicians on television People in the hood are blind so they tell us to listen They vote for us to go to war instantly But none of their kids serving the infantry The odds are stacked against us like a casino Think about it, most of the army is black and latino And if you can't acknowledge the reality of my words You just another stupid mother f***** out on the curb Trying to escape from the ghetto with your ignorant ways But you can't read history at an illiterate stage And you can't raise a family on minimum wage Why the f*** you think most of us are locked in a cage I give niggaz the truth, cause they pride is indigent You better off rich and guilty than poor and innocent But I'm sick of feeling impotent watching the world burn In the era of apocalypse waiting my turn I'm a Harlem nigga that's concerned with the future And if your in my way it'd be an honor to shoot ya Up root ya with the evil that grows in my people Making them deceitful, cannibalistic and lethal But I see through the mentality implanted in us And I educate my fam about who we should trust

[Hook]

Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem? Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem? Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem? Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?