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Post by stardustpilgrim on Nov 1, 2018 14:58:17 GMT -5
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Post by lolly on Nov 2, 2018 6:00:57 GMT -5
I was watching "Black Mirror" (a British Netflix series of philisophcal reflections on the technological age), and one episode's soundtrack featured this interesting song.
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Post by justlikeyou on Nov 4, 2018 23:35:50 GMT -5
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Post by laughter on Nov 10, 2018 7:04:15 GMT -5
When witches go riding and black cats are seen, The moon laughs and whispers 'tis near Halloween.
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Post by someNOTHING! on Nov 19, 2018 13:07:15 GMT -5
Groovy groovy jazzy funky pounce bounce dance As we dip in the melodic sea Rhythm keeps flowin', an' Drip's the M.C. Sweet sugar pop sugar pop rocks Pop you don't stop til the sweet beat drops I show an' prove as I stick an' move Every poem's recited on top of the groove Smooth, my, floatin' like a butterfly Notes that I float sung like a lullaby Brace yourself as the beat hits ya Dip trip flip fantasia Feel the beat drop jazz and hip-hop Drippin' in your dome makes you zone and bop Funk and fusion a fly illusion Keeps ya coastin' on the rhythm ya cruisin' Up down round and round, rhymes profound But nevertheless you've got to get down Fantasy freak through the beat so unique You move your feet and sweat from the beat Back to the fact I'm the mack and I know that The way I kick the rhyme some will call me a poet Poem steady flowin', growin' showin' sights and sounds Caught in the groove in the tale I found Many tripped the tour upon the rhymes they saw To an infinite height to the realm of the hardcore Here we go off I take ya Dip trip flip fantasia Jump to the jam boogie woogie jam slam Bust the dialect I'm the man in command Come flow with the sound of th mighty mic master Rhymin' on the mic I'll bring the suckers to disaster Bookout ducks but I still rock Nike With the razzle dazzle, a star I might be Scribble drabble scrabble on the microphone I babble As I fix the funky words into a puzzle Yes yes yes on and on I flex Get with the flow verbs manifest Feel the vibe from here to Asia Dip trip flip fantasia
Songwriters: Herbie Hancock / Jerry Wilkenson / Mal Simpson / Rahsaan Kelly
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Post by zin on Nov 19, 2018 16:30:31 GMT -5
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Post by someNOTHING! on Nov 22, 2018 12:40:45 GMT -5
All our times have come Here but now they're gone Seasons don't fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain, we can be like they are
Come on baby, don't fear the reaper Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper We'll be able to fly, don't fear the reaper Baby I'm your man
La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la
Valentine is done Here but now they're gone Romeo and Juliet Are together in eternity, Romeo and Juliet 40, 000 men and women everyday, Like Romeo and Juliet 40, 000 men and women everyday, Redefine happiness Another 40, 000 coming everyday, We can be like they are
Come on baby, don't fear the reaper Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper We'll be able to fly, don't fear the reaper Baby I'm your man
La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la
Love of two is one Here but now they're gone Came the last night of sadness And it was clear she couldn't go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared The candles blew then disappeared The curtains flew then he appeared, saying don't be afraid
Come on baby, and she had no fear And she ran to him, then they started to fly They looked backward and said goodby, she had become like they are She had taken his hand, she had become like they are Come on baby, don't fear the reaper
Songwriters: Donald Roeser
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Post by zin on Nov 27, 2018 7:25:59 GMT -5
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Post by laughter on Nov 30, 2018 0:57:01 GMT -5
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Post by zin on Feb 2, 2019 20:17:20 GMT -5
I like how they're having fun there
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Post by stardustpilgrim on Feb 10, 2019 21:05:16 GMT -5
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Post by laughter on Feb 19, 2019 18:22:41 GMT -5
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Post by someNOTHING! on Mar 1, 2019 14:55:34 GMT -5
Good 'ole Bobby...
In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need When the pool of tears beneath my feet floods every newborn seed There's a dying voice within me reaching out somewhere Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake Like Cain, I behold this chain of events that I must break In the fury of the moment I can see the master's hand In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer The sun beam down upon the steps of time to light the way To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame And every time I pass that way I'll always hear my name Then onward in my journey I come to understand That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintery light In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me I am hanging in the balance of a perfect finished plan Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand
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Post by stardustpilgrim on Mar 4, 2019 11:52:53 GMT -5
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Post by stardustpilgrim on Mar 4, 2019 12:17:49 GMT -5
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