Baley

You can still join, we haven't done anything apart from running away from needy women up in the hills. This is by far the gayest thing I've ever done that doesn't in any way involve my ass.

That's a damn good album. Pick up The Boatman's Call while you're at it. You should get some Gogol Bordello, it's fantastic drinking music, gypsy punk. And hip-hop, you definitely need more hip-hop in you're freezing northern life. : (

Process of Belief, I think, haven't listened to that album in ages. Their new records aren't all that great anyway.

Well, I passed my semestrial History exam, today, so I'm good to go.

In how many hours?

Have you seen: Leo the Last Dj

Gogol Bordello - Occurrence On The Border (Hopping On A Pogo-Gypsy Stick)

Morrissey would. Immortal Technique - Industrial Revolution Eric Dolphy - Gazzellioni

Schumacher won the last one. Renault is going strong. Button is a decent driver but Honda ain't all that great.

Doubt it.

That's the spirit!

Maybe, but I doubt he'd get there this year, I used to root for him when I was younger, but now I just find the whole thing boring and mundane.

Immortal Technique - "Dance With The Devil" [Verse 1] I once knew a **** whose real name was William His primary concern, was making a million Being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen He used to **** moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams A corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen **** never had a father and his mom was a fiend She put the pipe down, but every year she was sober Her sons heart simultaneously grew colder He started hanging out selling bags in the projects Checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects He was fascinated by material objects But he understood money never bought respect He build a reputation 'cause he could hustle and steal But got locked once and didn't hesitate to squeal So criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real You see me and niggaz like this have never been equal I don't project my insurecurity's at other people He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles So he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil A feeble-minded young man with infinite potetial The product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed Dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed But he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed [Hook] Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences You propably only did a month for minor offences Ask a **** doing life if he had another chance But then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced Dance forever with the devil on a code cell block But thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock Devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot [Verse 2] So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do He'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew Starting fights over little ****, up on the block Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock Working overtime for making money for the crack spot Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine For filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain Tired of the block niggaz treating him the same He wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs But when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love They told him any mother****ing coward can sell drugs Any bitch **** with a gun, can bust slugs Any **** with a red shirt can front like a blood Even Puffy smoked the mother****er up in a club But only a real thug can stab someone till they die Standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes Billy realized that these men were well guarded And they wanted to test him, before business started Suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted So now he had a choice between going back to his life Or making money with made men, up in the cife His dreams about cars and ice, made him agree A hardcore **** is all he ever wanted to be And so he met them friday night at a quarter to three [Hook] [Verse 3] They drove around the projects slow while it was raining Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment Untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone Three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home And so they quietly got out the car and followed her Walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor This is it kid now you got your chance to be raw So Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there She struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground Screaming shut the **** up and stop moving around The shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clawed So Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw The dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving Blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently And then they all proceeded to rape her violently Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn Ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned A broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned When they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos One of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two They told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through And if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew He thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead And so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head [sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep] I'm falling and I can't turn back I'm falling and I can't turn back [Verse 4] Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life He thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice And he felt strong standing along with his new brothers ****ed the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover But what he saw made him start to cringe and studder Cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother She looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her She cried more painfully, than when they were raping her His whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate His corruption had succesfully changed his fate And he remembered how his mom used to come home late Working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth And crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared But only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul They say death take you to a better place but I doubt it After that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it And listen cause the story that I'm telling is true Cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to And now the devil follows me everywhere that I go Infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows And every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe He could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know The devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked White, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted You have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted And you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never Because the dance with the devil might last you forever

Love.

This album is ****ing sick, listen to some of those samples, Lou.

I know, I know, problem is my family is, uh, well let's just say that no one here actually possesses a credit card. I'm still searching for the CD. Have you gotten Spy Vs. Spy? General Patton Vs The X-Ecutioners - Modified Combined Obstacle Overlay (Mcoo) ...Or... How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Turntables

:' ( Yeah, Automatic For The People killed REM for me as well, because it was clearly garbage, I mean these guys haven't done anything borderline decent since the late 80s.* *Okay, granted it didn't actually kill REM for me, truth be told I never did care that much for them.

Thank you.

Scenes Joint freaks on motorbikes, a whole nation descending into total chaos, any minute now, any minute now, hordes, legions of lawless madmen singing about sexual perversions, come running, no, swimming, no, flying! Flying like birds on the blind blue sky, Christ still up his bare tree, nothing ever changes, nothing ever happens, motion is just a myth, motion is the decay of the stillness of the everlasting everfleeing soul, motion is love. The city is burning, pouting as the flames of salvation encircle their targets, sobbing as its children perish and pray and shout at God and hear no answer, it's crying, all alone, it's sitting there, almost motionless, thinking, silently, shivering, it's cold, so cold, the flames burn its interiors and torture its heart, that human being that lies inside every creation, that little particle of a soul that survives the dying body, that outlives destiny, the flames are everywhere, the city is flinching, pain following the lines of fire, pain, everywhere, a conjurer's hat, a magician's mantle, thrown upon a sobbing city, filled with giant little people, filled with sinners and saints and children and dogs and bitches pissing on walls. "It's all gone black!" Matilda told me, she was young, I could smell her youth, it rested on her clothes, it danced around her, it was like I could touch it and feel young again. I liked Matilda, everyone liked Matilda. She was one of those people that could enter a bar on Mourning Street and in just a couple of seconds tens of dirty faced drunks could be seen meticulously aligning to offer her a drink and a shoulder to rest on as the lonely hours swung away, tobacco floating in the air, alcohol poking it kindly. "No, this isn't happening." I said, I wasn't trembling, that's all rather pointless when you get down to it, everything has an explanation, logic is yet another illusion of the brain, reason is a pointless luxury when the sky goes black and screams of panic gash at you. "Can you see?" "A little." "Thank Christ." I stared at her, Matilda wasn't religious, she didn't oppose religion or anything, she just found it all rather childish. And what Matilda found childish other people found childish, she was, you might say, a prophet of absolutely nothing in particular. "I feel we'll be fine." She continued. "Oh, you feel, don't you?" The tone was condescending, me and my wimpy mouth, well, I did have a point, it might have gotten a little bruised with all the darkness drifting around, but it was still a point, a decent one at that. She hugged me, gripping my shoulders, hanging on to me, she didn't want to let go, she was afraid, I could feel that, feelings, emotions, the world was shrouded in charcoal and there I was, feeling, understanding, sympathising. I kissed her, eyes closed, taking refuge in one another. We spent hours hunched against the wall, sometimes opening an eye and glaring at the shadows, the seemingly passive shadows, the frightened shadows, the nice old shadows of traditionalism. The mantled moved! The Sun was up, driving his trusty mustang, plowing the skies, plucking piece and prosperity, we got up, smiles on our faces, pointing at the big red globe of love and kindness. Hope. It's all we've got, hope that everything will turn out okay and we'll one day get back to that road of sunny sensations playing poker in our intestines. ... But what if I told you that the sun never returned and that everyone froze, died, for nothing. What then?

I'm listening to the original right now, and I like it better myself. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/And_The_Band_...altzing_Matilda There's a link to it there, if anyone's interested. I love you, Lou.

Your understanding of socialism amazes me. Thank you for sharing!

The Pogues - The Band Played Waltzing Matilda I feel like crying, Drabs.

Saul Williams - Wine The Pogues - Sally Mclennane

You're a Ren & Stimpy fan? If I really want to feel better I just go to sleep.

Immortal Technique - Dance With The Devil Probably the saddest song I've ever heard.