Songs that Expose Truth (?)

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Re: Songs that Expose Truth (?)

Unread postby Prescient on Sat Oct 13, 2018 12:09 pm


full link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwv9IAKajc4

The The - Good Morning Beautiful.
From 1989.

Islamic call to prayer...
Satellite oh Satellite, who sits upon our skies,
how deep do you see when you spy into our lives
?

I know that God lives in everybody's souls

and the only devil in your world
 lives in the human heart
So now ask yourself: 
What is human? 
And what is truth
?
Ask yourself
: Whose voice is it that whispers unto you?

From the cellars of your homes

From the tops of your city roofs

Ask yourself
: Whose voice is it that whispers unto you?

Who is it?

That can reach down from above and set yours souls ablaze with love,

Or fill you with the insanity of violence and it's brother lust
Who is it?

Whose words have been twisted beyond recognition - 
in order to build your planet Earth's religions?
Who is it?

Who could make your little armies of the left
 and your little armies of the right - 
light up your skies tonight?
Now some of you may live...and some of you may die

But remember
 that nothing in the world can kill you inside

For he is thinking of you
 - in your great cities of great solitude
Oh children you've still got a lot to fucking learn
The only path to heaven is via hell...
Good Morning Beautiful...
Goodbye world.
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Re: Songs that Expose Truth (?)

Unread postby simonshack on Sun Nov 25, 2018 11:57 pm

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BLIND-BLIND-BLIND... who's blind, David ? :blink:

Wrench: "Wrence, wrenc, deceit, a trick"


full link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ut5tHfbaJA

Signs
Signs are lost
Signs disappeared
Turn invisible
Got no sign
Somebody got busted
Got a face of stone
And a ghostwritten biography
Dogs start to run in
Hungry for some food
Dogs start a-twitching
And they're looking at you
It was light
By five
Torn all apart
All in the name of democracy
He's hurt
He's dying
Claimed he was a terrorist
Claimed to avert a catastrophe
Someone should'a told him
That the buck stops here
No one ever said
That he was involved with thieves

[Chorus:]
And they're blind, blind
Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind
Blind, blind
Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind

[Verse 2:]
No sense of harmony, no sense of
Time, don't mention harmony, say
What is it? What is it? What is it? Give
A little shock, and he raises his hand
Somebody shouts out, says: what is
It? What is it? What is it?
He was shot down in the night! Peop-
Ple ride by but his body's still alive
The girl in the window what has she
Done? She looks down at me
Says: "I don't want to die!"

[Chorus:]
And I'm blind, blind
Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind
Blind, blind
Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind

[Verse 3:]
Somebody could have told us where they go
Crawling all around looking for foot, foot, footprints
Now tell me what the hell have we become?
Some dirty little bastards what the hell is going on?
No sense of harmony, no sense of
Time, don't mention harmony, say:
What is it? What is it? What is it? Give
A little shock, and he raises his hand
Somebody shouts out, says: what is
It? What is it? What is it?
He was shot down in the night!
People ride by but his body's still alive
The girl in the window what has she
Done? She looks down at me
Says: "i don't want to die!"

[Chorus:]
They're blind and they're blind
Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind
Blind, blind
Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind
Blind, blind
Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind
Blind, blind
Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind
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Re: Songs that Expose Truth (?)

Unread postby ICfreely on Mon Dec 24, 2018 9:36 am

Rakim - It's Been A Long Time [DJ Premier - Original Version]

full link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=88BPk903jUQ
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=88BPk903jUQ


[Intro: Samples]
"It's been a long time.."
".. Rakim, the microphone soloist"

[Verse 1]
Follow procedures, the crowd couldn't wait to see this
Nobody been this long awaited since Jesus
Who wouldn't believe this—I heard the word on the street is
I'm still one of the deepest on the mic since Adidas
They said I changed the times from the rhymes that I thought of
So I made some more to put the New World in Order
With Mathematics, put your status above the average
And help you rappers, make paragraphs with graphics
Cause new days is dawning, new ways of performing
Brainstorming, I write and watch the night turn to morning
On and on and, I got the whole world responding
Rock, I keep it hot and blow the spot without warning
The Emperor, well known for, inventing a sentence
Full of adventure, turning up the temperature
Rush with adrenaline, how long has it been again
To be in the state of mind that Rakim is in?

[Hook: Samples]
"It's been a long time.."
".. Rakim, the microphone soloist"


[Verse 2]
When I'm out propping—either hanging or shopping—
People see me, stop, and ask me when the album dropping
The wait is over, in formation like a soldier
Like I told ya, greater stronger, now that I'm older
I broke the, code of silence with overloads of talents
My only challenge, is not to explode in violence
I'm Asiatic, and blazing microphones a habit
At least once during the course of a day, it's automatic
In ghetto apparel, mind of a Egyptian Pharoah
Far from shallow, thoughts travel like an arrow
Allah's monotony, so far they can't stop me
You know, Ra want property like Muammar Gaddafi
More thoughts than Bibles, recital, taught disciples
A sawed off mic, so words scatter like a rifle
Thoughts that's trifle, I'm busting these for you
Ayo, technical difficulties is through

[Hook: Samples]
"It's been a long time.."
".. Rakim, the microphone soloist"

[Verse 3]
When I flow tonight, I show them new heights, I go to write
They know I strike with new prototypes to blow the mic
Critics and biters, don't know where my source of light is
Still leave authors and writers with arthritis
Cursed kids like the Pyramids when they found the style
First to ever let a rhyme flow down the Nile
The rebirth of hip-hop'll be dropped now
Cause the crowd didn't hear the original in a while
So be alarmed, what you bout to see is the bomb
Like 3D in 'Nam, vivid like CD-Rom
Info kept like "internet.com"
My notebook's my bond like the Holy Qu'ran
Since I came in the door, said it before
But no I ain't down with Eric B. no more
At night the open mic be inviting me to rhyme
So, yo, I'm online; it's been a long time
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Re: Songs that Expose Truth (?)

Unread postby simonshack on Tue Jan 01, 2019 8:15 pm

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Dear members & readers,

In this new year of 2019 which has started quite beautifully (here in central Italy at least - where I sunbathed today in my garden!), I would like to dedicate this song to all of you valiant and righteous truthseekers - because I truly love and respect you all for helping out exposing and weed out the many deceptions infesting this otherwise magnificent planet of ours. Let this year be the one that finally knocks down the door of lies that stands between us and the sunny skies of verity. -_-

THE DOOR: https://thesocialservice1.bandcamp.com/track/the-door

THE DOOR
As the mood goes up
The anguish comes down
You're feeling like a butterfly
Soaring away
You're not the only one
Knocking on the door of lies
The lies that define our lives
You're not the only one
You're not the only one
Who's knocking on the door
You're not the only one
Keep knocking on the door - keep knocking on the door
And one fine day we will knock it down
Knocking on the door of lies
You're not the only one
Who's knocking on the door
You're not the only one
Knocking on the door of lies
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Re: Songs that Expose Truth (?)

Unread postby ICfreely on Sun Jan 27, 2019 1:55 am

AWOLNATION - Sail (Official Music Video)

full link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tgIqecROs5M
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tgIqecROs5M

[Intro]
Sail!

[Verse 1]
This is how I show my love
I made it in my mind because
I blame it on my ADD baby
This is how an angel dies
I blame it on my own sick pride
Blame it on my ADD baby

[Chorus]
Sail!
Sail!
Sail!
Sail!
Sail!

[Verse 2]
Maybe I should cry for help
Maybe I should kill myself
Blame it on my ADD baby
Maybe I'm a different breed
Maybe I'm not listening
So blame it on my ADD baby

[Chorus]
Sail!
Sail!
Sail!
Sail!
Sail!

[Bridge]
La la la la la la oh!
La la la la la la oh!

[Chorus]
Sail!
Sail!
Sail!
Sail!
Sail!

[Outro]
Sail with me into the dark
Sail!
Sail with me into the dark
Sail!
Sail with me into the dark
Sail!
Sail with me, sail with me
Sail!

nostalgicoracle 142
Just to clarify, ADD/ADHD is categorized as one of three ways, predominately hyperactive, predominately inattentive (ADD) and combined. ADD is under ADHD, so you wouldn’t be wrong technically speaking if you said he had ADHD.
Also, speaking from a first hand account – ADD seriously wrecks your normal relationships with people as compared to somebody without it. Forgetting and not remembering may sound like baby blues, but this small personality trait or “disorder” it can create huge emotional distances between people. And when you cant recall the past the only choices you have are to take medication so that you can function but lose a part of yourself, or “sail” and just deal with this shit hand you’ve been dealt.


https://genius.com/Awolnation-sail-lyrics



And all these labels be trying to lure us in like spiders
Into the web, you know what I'm saying
So sometimes people gotta come out and speak up
And let people understand
That you know you gotta read the label
You gotta read the label
If you don't read the Label you might get poisoned

Genius/GZA - Labels

https://cluesforum.info/viewtopic.php?f=27&t=995#p2411900
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Re: Songs that Expose Truth (?)

Unread postby ICfreely on Sat Feb 02, 2019 6:04 pm

File this under: Postmortem psychoanalysis

Tupac Shakur & Bipolar Disorder, Part 1 – Tales of Manic Depression
By Erica Loberg
Last updated: 2 Sep 2013

As seen in the history of writers diagnosed with bipolar disorder, we are now able to look at writers who were not “diagnosed” with bipolar disorder, yet, through analyzing the work and stringing similarities from previous artists, we can point to the possibility that some poets grow from a manic depressive brain.

Tupac Amaru Shakur – American Rapper (1971 – 1996)

Tupac Shakur holds the Guinness World Record for the highest selling rap/hip hop artist, selling 74 million worldwide and 44 million in the US alone. Prior to his music career, Shakur was a published poet. At the age of 18 years old he published over a 100 poems in “The Rose that Grew from the Concrete.” Frank Palisano III, writer for the Lummox Journal writes:

There is a simple charm to Tupac’s words without running the risk of being simple. The Rose That Grew From Concrete is the most complete portrait we have thus far of Tupac’s bipolar artistic expressiveness.

Shakur’s “bipolar artistic expressiveness” does not mean Shakur is clinically bipolar, however, a look at his material opens the door to the “possibility” of this being the case.

https://blogs.psychcentral.com/manic-depression/2013/08/28/tupac-shakur-bipolar-disorder-part-1/




Tupac Shakur, Death & Bipolar Disorder, Part 2
By Erica Loberg
Last updated: 2 Sep 2013

SO MANY TEARS

And though my soul was deleted, I couldn’t see it
I had my mind full of demons trying to break free
They planted seeds and they hatched, sparkin’ the flame
Inside my brain like a match.

Shakur speaks of demons in his brain and uses the metaphor of a match to describe the feeling inside his brain as it sparks. The vivid image and selective language unleashes a mind with piercing insight and honest articulation which distinguished him from his peers and gives him a place among those of his mind. Shakur had the talent to rap in quick beats that modeled the beats of his brain. Music provided a rhyme for Shakur to express himself though the bursts of thoughts that contained vivid imagery and keen insight. Not all bipolar writers have the gift of song, but still they managed to express themselves with their words:

https://blogs.psychcentral.com/manic-depression/2013/08/30/tupac-shakur-death-bipolar-disorder-part-2/?li_source=LI&li_medium=popular17



Bad Boys, Bad Men: Confronting Antisocial Personality Disorder - Donald W. Black & C. Lindon Larson
…Regardless of the causes behind his actions, Shakur’s stardom demonstrates that antisocial behavior can sell records and help construct a marketable public persona…
https://www.scribd.com/document/151457359/Bad-Boys-Bad-Men-Confronting-Antisocial-Personality-Disorder-Donald-W-Black-C-Lindon-Larson



2Pac - So Many Tears [HD]

full link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H5-i-UDKAsE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H5-i-UDKAsE

[Intro]
I shall not fear no man but God
Though I walk through the valley of death
I shed so many tears
If I should die before I wake
Please God walk with me
Grab a nigga and take me to Heaven

[Verse 1]
Back in elementary, I thrived on misery
Left me alone, I grew up amongst a dyin' breed
Inside my mind couldn't find a place to rest
Until I got that Thug Life tatted on my chest
Tell me, can you feel me? I'm not livin' in the past
You wanna last? Be the first to blast
Remember Kato, no longer with us, he's deceased
Call on the sirens, seen him murdered in the streets
Now he rest in peace
Is there a heaven for a G? Remember me
So many homies in the cemetery, shed so many tears

[Refrain]
I suffered through the years
And shed so many tears
Lord, I lost so many peers
And shed so many tears

[Verse 2]
Now that I'm strugglin' in this business, by any means
Label me greedy gettin' green, but seldom seen
And fuck the world 'cause I'm cursed
I'm havin' visions of leavin' here in a hearse
God, can you feel me?
Take me away from all the pressure and all the pain
Show me some happiness again
I'm goin' blind, I spend my time in this cell, ain't livin' well
I know my destiny is Hell, where did I fail?
My life is in denial and when I die
Baptized in eternal fire, shed so many tears

[Refrain]
Lord, I suffered through the years
And shed so many tears
Lord, I lost so many peers
And shed so many tears

[Verse 3]
Now I'm lost and I'm weary, so many tears
I'm suicidal, so don't stand near me
My every move is a calculated step
To bring me closer to embrace an early death
Now there's nothin' left
There was no mercy on the streets
I couldn't rest, I'm barely standin'
About to go to pieces, screamin' peace
And though my soul was deleted, I couldn't see it
I had my mind full of demons tryin' to break free
They planted seeds and they hatched, sparkin' the flame
Inside my brain like a match, such a dirty game
No memories, just a misery
Paintin' a picture of my enemies killin' me in my sleep
Will I survive 'til the morning to see the sun?
Please Lord, forgive me for my sins, 'cause here I come

[Refrain]
Lord! (God!)
I suffered through the years
And shed so many tears
God, I lost so many peers

[Verse 4]
And Lord knows I tried, been a witness to homicide
Seen drive-by's takin' lives, little kids die
Wonder why as I walk by
Broken-hearted as I glance at the chalk line, gettin' high
This ain't the life for me, I wanna change
But ain't no future bright for me, I'm stuck in the game
I'm trapped inside a maze
See this Tanqueray influenced me to gettin' crazy
Disillusioned lately, I've been really wantin' babies
So I could see a part of me that wasn't always shady
Don't trust my lady 'cause she's a product of this poison
I'm hearin' noises, think she's fuckin' all my boys
Can't take no more, I'm fallin' to the floor
Beggin' for the Lord to let me in to Heaven's door
Shed so many tears

[Refrain]
Lord, lost so many peers
And shed so many tears
I lost so many peers
And shed so many tears
Lord, I suffered many years
And shed so many tears
God, I lost so many peers
And shed so many tears



“It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.”
-Jiddu Krishnamurti
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Re: Songs that Expose Truth (?)

Unread postby michiganj on Wed Feb 13, 2019 5:44 pm

Ronnie Van Zant's protest song - "Things Goin' On" (1973)


full link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yVTDgswdERo

Well have you ever been down in the ghetto?
Have you ever felt that cold wind blow?
Well if you don't know what I mean
Won't you stand up and scream
'Cause there's things goin' on that you don't know

Too many lives they spent across the ocean
Too much money they spent upon the moon

Well until they make it right
I hope they never sleep at night
They better make some changes and do it soon

They're gonna ruin the air that we breathe Lord have mercy
They're gonna ruin us all by and by
I'm telling all you beware
I don't think they really care
Think they just sit up there
And just get high

Well have you ever been down in the ghetto?
Have you ever felt that cold wind blow?
Well if you don't know what I mean
Won't you stand up and scream
'Cause there's things goin' on that you don't know

Well if you don't know what I mean
Won't you stand up and scream
'Cause there's things goin' on that you don't know
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Re: Songs that Expose Truth (?)

Unread postby simonshack on Thu Feb 14, 2019 2:36 pm

That was a lovely song, dear MichiganJ - thanks !
Although Lynyrd Skynyrd was a band I listened to (ages ago, one could say) I wasn't familiar with this one.
Condemning the overseas wars and the overskies hoax(es) in only a couple of lines! Brilliant! ^_^
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Re: Songs that Expose Truth (?)

Unread postby michiganj on Thu Feb 14, 2019 5:26 pm

simonshack » February 14th, 2019, 7:36 am wrote:That was a lovely song, dear MichiganJ - thanks !
Although Lynyrd Skynyrd was a band I listened to (ages ago, one could say) I wasn't familiar with this one.
Condemning the overseas wars and the overskies hoax(es) in only a couple of lines! Brilliant! ^_^


You're welcome dear Simon. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Isn't it curious that the last flight of Apollo (Dec. '72) and the withdrawal of U.S. troops in Vietnam (Jan. '73) happened within a few weeks of each other?

Things that make ya go hmmm... B)
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Re: Songs that Expose Truth (?)

Unread postby ICfreely on Sat Feb 16, 2019 12:43 am

No pussyfooting, no tiptoeing, no walking on eggshells… In other words, No Half Steppin!


Big Daddy Kane - Aint No Half Steppin

full link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2l2O-JOXG_I
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2l2O-JOXG_I

[Intro]
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Aw Yea, I'm with this
I'm just gonna sit here laid back to this nice mellow beat, you know
And drop some smooth lyrics cause '88
Time to set it straight, know what I'm saying?
And ain't no half stepping
Word, I'm ready

[Verse 1]
Rappers stepping to me, they want to get some
But I'm the Kane, so yo, you know the outcome
Another victory, they can't get with me
So pick a B.C. date cause you are history
I'm the authentic poet to get lyrical
For you to beat me, it's gonna take a miracle
And stepping to me, yo that's the wrong move
So what you on, Hobbs, dope or dog food?
Competition, I just devour
Like a pit bull against a Chihuahua
Cause when it comes to being dope, hot damn
I got it good, now let me tell you who I am
The B-I-G D-A-double-D-Y K-A-N-E
Dramatic, Asiatic, not like many
I'm different, so don't compare me to another
Cause they can't hang, word to the mother
At least not with the principal in this pedigree
So when I roll on you rappers, you better be
Ready to die because you're petty
You're just a butter knife, I'm a machete
That's made by Ginsu, wait until when you
Try to front, so I can chop into
Your body, just because you try to be basing
Friday the 13th, I'ma play Jason
No type of joke, gag, game, puzzle or riddle
The name is Big Daddy, yes, Big—not little
So define it, here's your walking papers, sign it
And take a walk as the Kane start to talk, cause


[Hook]
Ain't no half-steppin'
I'm the Big Daddy Kane
Ain't no half-steppin'
I'm the Big Daddy Kane
Ain't no half-steppin'
I'm the Big Daddy Kane
"Down the road"

[Verse 2]
My rhymes are so dope and the rappers be hoping
To sound like me, so soon I'll have to open
A school of emceeing, for those who want to be in
My field in court, then again on second thought
To have emcees coming out sounding so similar
It's quite confusing for you to remember
The originator, and boy do I hate a
Perpetrator, but I'm much greater
The best, oh yes, I guess suggest the rest should fess
Don't mess or test your highness
Unless you just address with best finesse
And bless the paragraph I manifest
Rap prime minister, some say sinister
Non-stopping the groove, until when it's the
Climax, and I max, relax and chill
Have a break from a take of me acting ill
Brain cells are lit, ideas start to hit
Next the formation of words that fit
At the table I sit, making it legit
And when my pen hits the paper, ah $chitt

I stop and stand strong over emcees
And devour with the power of Hercules
Or Samson, but I go further the length
Cause you could scalp my Cameo and I'll still have strength
And no, that's not a myth, and if you try to riff
Or get with, the man with the given gift of gab
Your vocab, I'll only ignore
Be sleeping on your rhymes till I start to snore
You can't awake me, or even make me
Fear you, son, cause you can't do me none

So, think about it if you're trying to go
When you want to step to me, I think you should know that

[Hook]
Ain't no half-steppin'
I'm the Big Daddy Kane
Ain't no half-steppin'
I'm the Big Daddy Kane
Ain't no half-steppin'
I'm the Big Daddy Kane
"Down the road"

[Verse 3]
I appear right here and scare and dare
A mere musketeer that would dare to compare
Put him in the rear, back there where he can't see clear
Get a beer, idea or near stare, yeah
So on to be want to be competition
Trying to step to me, must be on a mission
Up on the stage is where I'ma get you at
You think I'm losing? Pfft, picture that

[Hook]
Ain't no half-steppin'
I'm the Big Daddy Kane
Ain't no half-steppin'
I'm the Big Daddy Kane
Ain't no half-steppin'
I'm the Big Daddy Kane
Mister Cee, step to me

[Verse 4]
The name is Big Daddy, you know, as in, your father
So when you hear a def rhyme, believe that I'm the author
I grab the mic and make emcees evaporate
The party people say, 'Damn, that rapper's great'
The creator, conductor of poetry
Et cetera, et cetera, it ain't easy being me
I speak clearly so you can understand
Put words together like Letter Man

Now that's dictation, proceeding to my innovation
Not like the other emcees that are an imitation
Or an animation, a cartoon to me
But when I'm finished, I'm sure that you are soon to see
Reality, my secret technique
Because I always speak with mentality
I put my title in your face, dare you to base
And if you try and come get it, yo I'ma show you who's with it
So if you know like I know, instead of messing around
Play like Roy Rogers and slow down
Just give yourself a break, or someone else will take
Your title, namely me, cause I'm homicidal
That means murder, cause I'm about to hurt a-
Nother emcee, that try to get with me
I'll just break him and bake him and rake him
And take him and mold him and make him
Hold up the peace sign, as salaam alaikum!




BTW, Simple Man has to be one of the most moving songs I’ve ever heard.

Simple Man - Lynyrd Skynyrd - Lyrics HD

full link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMmTkKz60W8

Pragmatic1 Ultramagnetic
This song is medicine.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMmTkKz60W8
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Re: Songs that Expose Truth (?)

Unread postby sharpstuff on Fri Mar 08, 2019 2:30 pm

I am posting this because I am a poet and writer. Adding some mindless 'muaic' does nothing for the soul. The soul needs quiet moments to reflect. If your view is sifferent, then so be it.


Pre-note: The Scribe was a literary vehicle I invented to pursue some of my ideas. As you may have noticed from some of my poems. I believe that this is one of the best things I have written. I have no idea what inspired it, it's a bit of magic I don't want to understand. It was written in 1980.


THE SONG OF THE SCRIBE

And the Scribe came down from the mountains and they asked him of Love, whereupon he sat on the gravel and answered them, saying:
-Love is what I find in the hills but it is not the love of a woman, it is the love of life and woman is only part of life. And such as there are grains of gravel, so there are many forms of love, as there are blades of grass, upon which the cow chews to make milk.
He explained that love took these forms because there was much need of variety and that if there was a purpose, then all things, had purpose.
They looked upon him, seeing that he looked afar with eyes that did not see them, but only the idols of his thoughts. But he laughed and taking the hand of a maiden, stared into her eyes and they departed. The crowd laughed, they could see that the look he gave her was love-lust and they were happy.
Yet it was not so and the maiden and the Scribe wandered not far but only to the trees, that bowed to the changing wind. Here the Scribe took the maiden's hands into his and she felt the peace of his world and though not innocent, she felt something different.
The Scribe showed her that love swayed like the breeze; that no leaf occupied the same space twice, even though there was no breeze. He did not take her to him, because all men can do that and in love it is only a small part, as a grain of sand is to the desert. Sand makes bricks, but not foundations-it also makes glass to see through and mirrors that reflect.
Thus was the maiden changed and without words, she departed the Scribe and with a new heart, went back to the village.

The Scribe did not want to return and wandered into the plains, a youthful wisdom in his aged bones.
When the maiden entered the village, the eyes of the men and women looked knowingly that she had changed but it was not for the reason they assumed, since their lives were shallow and they knew not what had been revealed.
But they could not laugh, since folly could not be found in her countenance; only the love of finding love where once the waters of ignorance flowed.

After the Scribe had wandered for three days in the heat, rain and darkness, he came upon another village browsing between the hills.
-I have created this hamlet, this dream, he said
-from the turbulent past, that has often been the motive of my journey. It is here I will savour a woman, for my need is great.
Thus he came to the hamlet and its long shadows spoke serenely of night, picking the dull-red bricks from the fading light. A garden brought his first friend, who offered the nomad food in his house.
Now in this house resided a woman of not too tender years, who blushed with mature youth when she looked upon him. Of late she had prepared the meal at which he now sat.
His host introduced his family-the young woman of which was his niece and asked him why he travelled as he did--was he ascetic, or a monk? The Scribe answered, saying:
-I am here because this village lies in my path and at such a time as night is upon me, I do not wish to remain alone, circumnavigating life, which I do not desire to lose as an ascetic or a monk, for closed minds are not my occupation.
The woman looked at him and her breasts rose with the passion of deeper breathing.
After dinner, the sun having fled to ground, the Scribe rose and begged of his host the accompaniment of the woman, who rose only with the permission given, for does not an honest man demand an answer?
Outside the mean cottage, the Scribe took the woman and they walked into the world. She asked him of Folly and he answered her, saying:
-Folly is that which our mind sees as wrong, but which our senses desire, tempered with our realisation of its wrongness. Yet rightness and wrongness do not exist except as reminders of our folly, for living itself, is folly.
She stood beside him, as if not with him and he felt alone, knowing that she was thinking her private thoughts. Yet a passion of wanting flowed over him and he gave her thoughts no chance, spreading his lips upon her fresh mouth...
for them, thought left and only the green carpet of Nature gave its scent to the feeding of their desire and their bodies ate each other, consuming and being consumed.
They returned to the house absent of guilt that was not theirs to feel.

In the morning, having slept in a corner bed, the Scribe left his hosts and went on, leaving a little of his-self behind. The bird-egg cracked and the fledgling was born.

In the palm of my hand, said the Scribe, I hold the future that can be read by any good woman with a crystal ball. Yet that same crystal ball reflects only a distorted view of my world, that seems to want to be known only by the living of it.
Thus do I feel master to my Fate, that changes as the seasons that enter the brow of the hills that confront me now.

Thus the Scribe came from the valley into the mountain village, that so prettily sang to the golden corn that surrounded it, and where his creatures flourished with their own songs.
In the market square, he supplied his thirst with the crystal-clear water that sprang untainted from a fountain; as a mountain stream finds glory in freedom from an underground spring.
He sat upon the steps of the fountain, marvelling at the sight that was about him.
The village children came to him, laughing; and he laughed back, playing their games, that to him, were also real.
Then came the village people, stooping below their wares, seeing that he was a traveller they wished to be. They asked him of his travels and what message he brought them. And he answered, saying:
-I travel because that is the nature of Man. But yet my travels do not mean that I do not know where I am going, or that I shun my fellows. To each his own place, be it the home you go to now, or the home of the world that I see about me.
They asked him what was Home, and he answered them:
- Home is the place that you feel best for you, whether it is the comfort of four walls, or the open sky which breaks into a darkness of shining light. Home is where your ideas best shape themselves, but mostly where you could be yourself and at one with yourself.
They continued to listen, offering him food, because this place was their home and he was their guest and their homes were his also, because they were under the sky which was his place. Thus did the world fulfil its promise, that it was for each and all.

When the Scribe had eaten, they asked him of himself, and he answered:
-I am myself only. That which is me cannot be spoken of, but can only be sampled by those about me, because without you, I am alone. I do not want to be alone, because I cannot be myself. Self is essence, like the stormy clouds, or the fragrant breeze, or the trees that frame the landscape; but self is also awareness of being alive.
The Scribe was tired and had eaten, and thus they offered him a place to rest. He rose from the fountain, which still bubbled in the evening light, a miniature universe of glittering tears. They took him with them and the children sang their songs, which mingled with the calls of avian creatures who took to the air for last flights to their nests.
Then night descended like a blanket; the world froze as the Scribe's lids passed the optic fibre of sight.

The gentle music of the golden corn was mellow upon the Scribe's ears. He plucked a full ear, not to marvel at its construction (for that miracle was already in his soul) but to break it upon the wind, whereupon the melody of its spores dissipated as a song to the wind.
Those feet, which had travelled so far, now begged the forgiveness of his frame and he came to rest upon a scented turf. Here, he spoke to his inner self with the enchantment of a child that surely one day his wandering must stop--but where? he asked himself. Was it to be here, among the melody of Nature or the full orchestration of the hamlet that lay shining beyond the cultivated copse, yonder.
He told himself that the time would reveal itself to him, that now was not the time to contemplate such things; that life was too cool to be heated by the future, which though only an instant away, was as the next page, not written upon, nor read.
He rose from the ground, the sun was setting, pulling him to rest elsewhere than the swaying field of corn.
He walked toward the hamlet, reality calling.
They gave him food, a place to rest, low to his beloved ground. Moths beat dusty wings against the rising moon's glow, flapping away their thin lives in a glittering shower.
The Scribe slept, unwoken by the noises of the night. His dreams flew to the beyond, upon awakening. His body felt the near-ending journey and he knew he must rest a while in this place as if he must be ready for the time he could wander no longer, though he knew that he would never die--his life was an idea that flourishes even though never used.
The Scribe rose to the lightening dawn that flowered from the bud of night, washed at the well, drawing water from within the bowels of the mother earth, the womb of all creation.
And so for a time, the Scribe stayed, working like some ghost in the fields--there, but so silent and thoughtful as to be like a spirit, unseen, but not unfelt.
He was fed and clothed and in the evenings would sit in the fragrance of the twilight and talk, or sing with the villagers of that which was about them--and when the sun's rest was upon them he went his way, to feel those things within himself, so that he could rejoice.
Such was the Scribe's tune, the lyric episodes of the verses upon which life is constructed.

There were no days that had names, no weeks that formed months, no months that created years, for Time's progression is not measured in these things--only is its passing felt and savoured, for we all need its incessant calling upon our lives--so said the Scribe as he wandered abroad.
No longer could he still time as he had in the hamlet--for his journey was to pass through Time that he might contemplate its entirety--thus is a god made. (And did they not treat him as a god because of his wisdom--and had he not laughed at them-with gentle composure--because no man is a god, only a servant of Time and he was not beyond time.)
The children ran to him, laughing-not at his ragged countenance, but because they were curious. And he laughed with them--time was not their enemy--yet still they were beyond Time, but had not yet reached its drawing fingers, beckoning them to old age-then to be afraid of the receding past- that was sad and surely Time was joy.
He spread his hands out to them and in innocence they clung to his garments, throwing flowers about as they danced. He sang to them of the world, but they harkened only to the music, afraid of the words they could not understand.
The Scribe bowed to their better judgement, staying, only to play their games with them.

Now, was Time One. The Scribe came to his final draught. He penned the last haunting lines of the Ode, the pastoral picture of his life, for what journeys had he not taken and what journey has not an end that is not the final calling? The mother is always the bearer; the son only a transient phrase in Life's sentence.
Thus the Scribe made final peace with the world; not surrounded by the timely ones, but the timeless eternity of past joy and a future breathless existence for which there was no fear.
Passing thus, there were no tears, no laughter, no words nor thoughts, only the gentle floating upon the wind of a departed soul that the Universe would find beautiful.
Thus ended the Song of the Scribe to be read and re-read, thus one can remain immortal.

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Re: Songs that Expose Truth (?)

Unread postby simonshack on Thu May 16, 2019 4:06 pm

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The Thievery Corporation has to be one of my favorite contemporary American bands / music projects. For some reason, though, they had somewhow completely slipped out of my mind in later years. Wooh - my mind is getting slippery of late, I wonder why that is? Is old-age-amnesia setting in? Hope not ! :P

Anyhow, this tune they wrote / recorded back in 2011 isn't perhaps one of their best ones (musically speaking) - but the lyrics...boy, the lyrics !


CULTURE OF FEAR - by The Thievery Corporation (2011)

Seems to me like they want us to be afraid, man
Or maybe we just like being afraid
Maybe we just so used to it at this point
That it's just a part of us, part of our culture
Security alert on orange
It's been on orange since '01, G
I mean wassup man, can't a brother get yellow, man
Just for like two months or something
Goddamn, sick of that

Mic check
The groom is dead so I'mma rhyme like a lunatic
I do this shit with the non-assuming wit
The corporation caught you up bassing the tempo
My name is Lift Baster intro now let's go
The flow of life throwing strife into the mix
To the big dark condition and the word is sick
The powers to be, a power in me
To speak of our stress and strife that I see everyday
And more to speak of our culture of fear, it's up in your ear
They're telling us terrorists are about to strike
Maybe tonight, right

Let me just back up slowly with critical analysis
Of those who control me
It used to be just had a screen in the crib on the TV
But now we carry screens when we leave
See laptops, smart phones, now we're never alone
A little affliction I call a media dome
But on the low famine is the programmin'
You want to watch your favorite show because it's so slammin'
Hold hands and let's gaze into the beautiful glare
While we're here so immersed in this culture of fear, fear, fear

Yo we fear the IRS, fear the INS, fear God
I'm more afraid of a credit card than a terror squad
But really y'all, we're suspecting the weapons overseas,
Yet Master Card and VISA won't allow me to breathe
They deceive the enemy is in the fine print
They assassinate salad with no single assailant
Walls I am stealing to get the view of the blue skies
Beautiful ? trying to survive ?
Representin' element ahead, a sentiment that you feel
When you know for real

The deal starts with a sparkle moved with a handshake
Physical to alter your subliminal landscape
You leave thinking I can really trust that guy
To be honest with you, you should've really punched that guy
Now it's operation shake-a-banker, thank-you for the loan
See you when you come to repossess my home
Alone at night, sweating of visions of Armageddon
I've never seen the threat, yet I feel threatened
Parts of our society designed to smear freedom
Don't succumb to this culture fear
Don't succumb to this culture fear
Don't succumb to this culture fear



Here they perform Culture of Fear, live on KEXP radio (excellent audio quality) :
https://youtu.be/5eK6SYVyZRk?t=1600

(Go to the start of that YT video to listen to a tune I REALLY dig, musically speaking, "Forgotten People")
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Re: Songs that Expose Truth (?)

Unread postby cooler1021 on Sat May 18, 2019 12:25 pm


full link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hPWBDAAPxSs

Found this song the other day.

Lyrics:

Look at the hell that’s been brewing
As they cry you cheat and you steal
Preaching from one of your limos
While they struggle just paying their bills
I know you’re high and you’re mighty
Is it best if we”re all whittled down?
For fortune and power and devious deeds
Winners are chosen you still won’t concede
A final fight for what you believe… If it’s anything

Well there’s proof on the battlefield
You suck profits from all that are killed
But we’ve got our faith back…
And we’re tired of messing around
We’re tired of losing our feed (feet) on the ground
So tired we’re taking you down
And strip you away from that media crown
I know you’ll keep selling us fear
But don’t you forget that your ending is near

And you know, no matter what you say
Your hoax is on display
We’re light in your darkest cave
And our fire won’t go away
If what’s right was on your mind
Why is the truth so hard to find?
Might be poor but we’re not blind
What you’ve given is second sight

Look at your tiny retraction
You’ve already gotten the views
Those methods to keep us divided
How else would you spread your fake news?
Shilling your way through a story
While calling them scoops on the air
We pray for our youth but why would you care?
You’re searching for the honor in all our despair
Rather be famous pretend like you’re there!
And it’s never fair


So we’ve leveled the playing fields
You’ll keep pushing ‘til someone gets killed
But we’ve got our strength back

And we’re tired of messing around
We’re tired of losing our men to the ground
We’re tired of screaming out loud
We’re tired of living our lives in the cloud
And go on and sell us your fear
But look how we’ve basked in our enemies’ tears

As we’re told
To shut up and let you play
With our hearts in a twisted game
While your lies all stay the same
And we call you by your name

As your hoax is on the run
And you’re like a sinking sun
Don’t be sore, just take the plunge
And let thy will be done

Sing, let thy will be done
Before the war is won
And when the war is won
Only then the end will come
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