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Posts : 1662 Join date : 2014-01-07
 | Subject: Truthspoon Poetry, Music and stuff thread Thu Feb 05, 2015 9:33 pm | |
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- Dinner time blues
What is this beef?
Chicken necks giving me grief
Left over stonecold meatbones of disbelief
Me finding out what it’s all about
Being a WINNER
Not a Sunday dinner
Breakfast with Champions after midday
Space cadets with space-mountain crampons
don’t need to feel the morning
to know it’s going to be a bright day
The Sn and the mother and father
The Etymology of enlightenment
The road less travelled or rather
The road not went
To the Heaven sent event tent
Tripping in a field, 4d reality and stoner transcendence
Magic tickets
Two for one and one for the sorrow
Then later an ecstasy maze
Orpheus awake but lost in a dance-tent daze
And his love forever lost
Drop three for letdown comedown and disappointment
Perhaps these things happen for a reason
I expect they do
But they still hurt
To relive the moment of loss
And to experience love for only one season.
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Posts : 1662 Join date : 2014-01-07
 | Subject: Re: Truthspoon Poetry, Music and stuff thread Thu Feb 05, 2015 9:35 pm | |
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Wheels of history.
It’s the grinding of the wheels of history The milling of hearts for their blood The story of demons and kings and their mystery Where neither side is any much good
The underground stream Where money runs deep Drown for your dreams But the dead don’t sleep
It’s madness only madness All you need to know Nut jobs, crack pots, crazies and head cases All running the show
We are the pawns All the squares are black Stop playing games It’s your world take it back
Do you feel at home? Or have we got the burglars in? Do you feel alone? Cos you’re the only one noticing?
It’s madness only madness All you need to know Nut jobs crack pots crazies and head cases All running the show
Don’t worry, s’just a phase Of planetary hypnosis And we live life in a daze Of mutually induced psychosis.
It doesn’t hurt to make a stand It doesn’t hurt to pray And if we take the world in hand We might all get better some day
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Posts : 1662 Join date : 2014-01-07
 | Subject: Re: Truthspoon Poetry, Music and stuff thread Thu Feb 05, 2015 9:36 pm | |
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- Love thy neighbour!
How much do you love your neighbour? When the stereo’s loud to hide their rows do you hate them? Do you think they’re trash? Walk a mile in their shoes that let the rain in. Life’s quite hard with wet feet and not enough cash.
I........ Love my neighbour I love my neighbour but she scares me! She’s so pretty and I like to be alone But when I see her I reconsider And a different life grows in my mind. To have a girlfriend. To have a girlfriend.
This whole world is full of neighbours. But some of them don’t get on. "I’m not talking to them! Cos he broke my spade" "And their cat poos in the rockery I made" "And she sings on a Sunday And it drives me mad" "And their cooking, oh their cooking, always smells so bad."
But I love my neighbour, she’s so pretty And when I see her I know I want her To be my girlfriend To be my girlfriend
It’s high time we loved our neighbours Cos we share more than a fence And if we love them and they love us The world makes sense.
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Posts : 1662 Join date : 2014-01-07
 | Subject: Re: Truthspoon Poetry, Music and stuff thread Thu Feb 05, 2015 9:38 pm | |
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- So Called....
The best way to avoid being caught on the fear line Is to always insist on having a good time
Seems you’re a menace to society When you’re all a little bit happy Smiling at all and sundry Treating everyday like a laid back Sunday
So in case you forget It’s time to get upset About all the foreign scroungers And the dope smoking loungers And the terrorist threat And all the other bad things that haven’t happened yet
So the so called papers tell ya:
Your kiddies ain’t safe from the so called teacher Your souls ain’t safe from the so called preacher Your ol’ nan ain’t safe from the so called doctor And your so called neighbours, all they do is watch ya,
So called rock n’so called roll Taxable delirium for the prole
It’s the Tavistock crock Of Shrink wrap mind your mind doesn’t get fucked right up and caught in the gap Between so called sense and so called sin When the fun is all over the darkness creeps in And the so called high and so called low The so called youth’s that’s a pain in the ass And the so called old says where does it go and to get it all back who can I ask?
They’ve got ‘em in the ring Hanging on the ropes It’s the final round and running out of hope They’re knocking ‘em silly, punch drunk with the blues Now might be the right time to turn off the news.
Smilin’ at full volume and feeling the force Chilling all out and love yourself hoarse Skipping over the obstacle course Of ties tied tight on corporate clowns, The higher they climb The deeper they drown And so called pop’s so called stars Overwound, frantic and pissed in bars
And the fully qualified busybody Your misery’s their full time hobby And the day glo lolly pop bobby Has got an itchy new toy tazer He thinks he's Duke Skyplonker armed with a lazer
And so called family And so called friends So called lovers who you never see again So called fish fingers And the so called week end And the question still lingers... so what happens at the end?
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Posts : 1662 Join date : 2014-01-07
 | Subject: Re: Truthspoon Poetry, Music and stuff thread Thu Feb 05, 2015 9:40 pm | |
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- She used to work in the arms trade
Dealing death with a smile on her face and beautiful hair She swallowed a lie For a salary high But then one day She threw it away The lipstick homicide driving her insane. So she got a brand new job in the charity game But her boss... is still the same
Why did you sell out? Why did you sell out?
Making us all suffer. Making the whole world suffer! Why did you sell out? Why did you sell out? Making us all suffer.
This poor little one such a sad little one Works... in the city Her job description is number fiction And straight faced lies But the stone doesn’t fit ‘cos she can’t live with it Now she feels bad She says satan’s inside her They poisoned her soul and her mind isn’t whole But she hides it well And to see her you would never tell She thinks.. she’s in hell.
Yes sir she’s having a tough ol' time in SW 9.
Here they come Shuffling into view The zombie army are coming for you Sleeplessly insane, remote controlled brain
Took a little course another poodle got trained. Close observation with rumours of destruction And ‘do you agree with population reduction?’
All these people who fall.... Are making a godamn mess of it all.
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Posts : 1662 Join date : 2014-01-07
 | Subject: Re: Truthspoon Poetry, Music and stuff thread Thu Feb 05, 2015 9:41 pm | |
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- Fingers pressing down
Lives sounded like notes out of tune Solve the mystery of the wayward symphony Please come soon
Fingers pressing down Fingers pressing down
A loaded computer a trigger trap To take it all back
You can’t convince me that this makes any sense at all
Ashamed of their world, clamouring for a judgement call I’ve seen your script, I think it’s shit And the words broken empty and small
Reason sleeps lost in a dream Reason sleeps lost in a dream
Where are the street carnivals? kids playing marbles the deposit on a glass bottle? What happened to the innocence of the young? Who stole it? Are they going inside?
They’re pressing down On the throttle As the driver takes us for a ride And that’s how JFK died.
To cheer them up they then supplied:
A sixties soundtrack and a studio moon When life is worth more than another dumb pop song feelings run deeper than another warbled chorus Everything here is discordant and wrong E number voodoo and tastes that’re bad for us.
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Posts : 1662 Join date : 2014-01-07
 | Subject: Re: Truthspoon Poetry, Music and stuff thread Thu Feb 05, 2015 9:43 pm | |
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- The Game.
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The metaphor’s a game And if the cards you’ve got are lame It doesn’t help to complain When everyone else has the same.
But if you can stand when you take a blow You might just go on to steal the show Beat the unreal and the rest of the field Scoring the winning goal with a nifty back heel.
Champions are chosen If their souls ain’t frozen The rest are left for dead Victims of a cathode ray shot to the head
A mind full of knife crime Shaking tities and butts MTV’s still going for the nuts Gettin’ em horny on some whitetrash skank while their girlfriend’s feelin’ lonely they’re having a wank.
So what watch you better take care Cos it hides in your head and just stays there Put a guard up at the gate of your mind Cos when it opens up you’ll be surprised at what you might find
Life’s a bowl of cherries Well that depends on your grocer And the busy bees and wasps Sweetness only brings ‘em closer
To feed or sting But don’t fear a thing Swat ‘em down Be the laughing clown Always singing never frown
If you feel the panic rising Realise that nothing is real and take it down. Infinite love is life itself the only truth Better try that and taste it for proof
Get out of the war and off the front line Living in peace chilling in the sunshine
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Posts : 1662 Join date : 2014-01-07
 | Subject: Re: Truthspoon Poetry, Music and stuff thread Thu Feb 05, 2015 9:44 pm | |
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- What's wrong with this picture?
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What’s wrong with this picture? Every day a relentless fixture Of innocence corrupted and cut short... Playtime darkened by mealtime murder. Kids growing up in boredom and neglect. And they seem surprised as if they didn’t expect.. To see that look in their eyes..
Let’s have a baby then. It’ll be different for us.. But it never is.. we’re all the same. Half insane thinking we’re sane Easily led and like Kosher cattle bled by the family butcher.
What’s wrong with this picture? Home sweet home going bye bye repossessions at an all time high.. The papers told you it was good to buy.. It isn’t that they lie, ahem, they just got it wrong. This time, A bit like last time But nobody remembers.
So we buy an overpriced house and sign our future away on a death pawn, But we never saw the strings... They way they fiddle things.. And the prices suddenly fell.. And our house isn’t worth what we paid.. But a tidy profit’s made... by the bankers.
While we and our family drown... our smiles turn to frowns And innocence is lost, the light dims and it gets dark. And it spreads. The poison little threads. And the world goes slowly wrong like a broken clock And then it’s time for war. And so it goes on, a life stealing cycle made law.
I think it’s time you woke up! You’re not going for gold when you’re playing catchup. Please wake up.
There’s only one thing that you need to do.. Wake up please. You know how! Can’t you hear the alarm? It’s been ringing for a long time now... But your mind’s in a mixture What’s wrong with this picture? Asleep in front of the TV.. Wake up and be free.
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Posts : 1662 Join date : 2014-01-07
 | Subject: Re: Truthspoon Poetry, Music and stuff thread Thu Feb 05, 2015 9:48 pm | |
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- Not Growing-Up
Lying on my back as lazy and useless as the day I was born, No work today... far too hung over Still too drunk to even make it to my desk for my morning nap No responsibilities in sight Sometimes I would like to play the alpha male Be the head of the tribe, The breadwinner Be ‘all that and a bag of crisps’ Someone’s chicken dinner, My own children racing around on the floor And me trying to keep up. But is it what I want? I don’t know. I define myself more by what I don’t want, I don’t want hassle or stress I don’t want a wife who shouts, when I’ve left the kitchen in a mess, I don’t want to be trapped in a terraced prison, I don’t want to be frozen into a permanent forced smile of ‘The husband’. I want to be a kid. Eternally cared for and care free, Loved by a benign overseer who watches my every move From whose eye nothing escapes Our Father loves his children.... But some have left home and don’t return his calls, But I’m not to enamoured of life here on Earth,
Seems to me to cost more than its worth, Merely to survive on your own is hard enough, Keeping myself in whisky, foreign sunshine and an internet connection, Requires all my efforts, well.. not all, But as much as I am willing to give Without killing or corrupting myself I like to think I am young, and try to pass myself off as such, Eternally 18, free of childhood but still a child, But my dad saw right through it bless him, He reminded me that 34 is not young anymore, And I felt I’d finally ran out of excuses, But his advice is the soundest, stay ‘happy go lucky’, Cause he knew the value of what he himself had lost, And don’t get sucked into something just for the sex: It doesn’t last. So I live in a world which I refuse to take seriously, The bosses whose authority I trample The orders I joyfully refuse, The rules I happily break again and again, The advice I ignore, as if being given from one madman to another, I see people worn down with worry and concern, Held over a barrel by debt Knowing they will obey And play ball And work for the system, Paying their all, In taxes, fees, charges and bills, To fund the swindlers’ casino And ring up the more loot for the bankers tills, And if they refuse, the mantra sings: 'Your home is at risk' if you fall behind on things.
So all I want are these days of my youth in the sunshine.
The world can keep the rest.
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Posts : 1662 Join date : 2014-01-07
 | Subject: Re: Truthspoon Poetry, Music and stuff thread Thu Feb 05, 2015 9:49 pm | |
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- Hashish
The treacly toffee thick sluggishness that weighs anchor into comfortable furniture And prevents anything but lazy paralysis. Every thought that goes unsaid Every minute more I spend in bed I’m high and dry in an agony of waste.
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Posts : 1662 Join date : 2014-01-07
 | Subject: Re: Truthspoon Poetry, Music and stuff thread Thu Feb 05, 2015 9:52 pm | |
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- Dawn in a provincial town.
Running home all the way Her handbag’s full of rubbish Here she comes God bless her, in a cloud of smoke and vodka
22 and not a clue About the world outside the night club See her drink, watch her flirt In a little pink skirt that doesn’t fit
Now it’s one AM and she feels sick In the ladies toilets And her feet hurt And her new pink skirt has a fag burn
From the shops to the chips from the pub to the club Her world is so small She hardly lives it at all
Like a poor little hamster In lipstick and a thong Round and round she goes But she can feel it, something’s wrong
Look at her Falling home in a haze of smoke and vodka God bless her drunken soul and her handbag full of rubbish...
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Posts : 1662 Join date : 2014-01-07
 | Subject: Re: Truthspoon Poetry, Music and stuff thread Thu Feb 05, 2015 9:53 pm | |
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- Give me the sack! Please?
One more day duller than the last And I wonder why I feel so sleepy Feels like life is dying so fast Chasing dreams that are already behind me
And I feel older As the monitor cooks my skin And my blood runs colder When I think of the pile of papers I shuffle for a living
Just give me the sack Just give me the sack Just give me the sack
Another week I’ve sold to the man Now I can afford to pay my taxes Almost like it’s part of a plan Wasting our lives in boredom factories
But they never told ya At school you’ll work for this To be a man with a folder And a boss who counts each time you go for a piss
Just give me the sack Just give me the sack Just give me the sack
I have a dream A dream that keeps me warm at night I’ll build a fire A fire big and bright I’ll burn all those files And my fucking CV And the fruits of my labours Will finally make me happy
Boss man you'll see me in the news former wage-slave finally beats the blues
Weekend’s over it’s time to go back Workday week always starts too soon But my 'ol boss he gave me the sack So I don’t care I’ll sleep till noon
Now I feel bolder As the sunshine soaks my skin And the weight’s off my shoulder And the rest of my life is about to begin
He gave me the sack He gave me the sack He gave me the sack Never looking back cos it’s looking so good Gonna do all the things always said I would Gonna play my guitar and sleep all day Gonna count the stars and climb trees in May Gonna live my life like a once in a lifetime holiday.
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Posts : 1662 Join date : 2014-01-07
 | Subject: Re: Truthspoon Poetry, Music and stuff thread Thu Feb 05, 2015 9:55 pm | |
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- Black and White is grey
How quickly the summer sun creeps south Incubating us too briefly and ill prepared for the cold Seemingly sinful lush green trees Which once dared to fruit Now beg forgiveness And renounce past pleasures With outstretched cold cracked limbs Even the wind, once an accomplice Used to play and tease the proud green body, Has turned to a bitter viscous gust Which sway and waylays Those poor anchors in the forest
A winter dawns and bares down bright Tests the root kills the shoots with its bite And shows us black and white is grey.
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Posts : 1662 Join date : 2014-01-07
 | Subject: Re: Truthspoon Poetry, Music and stuff thread Thu Feb 05, 2015 9:59 pm | |
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Delicate I’m trapped in rest Regardless of anything I’m feeling my flesh too organic by far Scared I might get broken or rot As a fly we live and die The brain a structured pulp Pensively contained in a forest Of rotting heads
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Posts : 1662 Join date : 2014-01-07
 | Subject: Re: Truthspoon Poetry, Music and stuff thread Thu Feb 05, 2015 10:00 pm | |
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Death of a goldfish
Your final resting place ‘neath the enchanted shade
Of a graveyard parasol.
Returned not to sea but soil.
An unnatural perversion
But surely no more perverse than your doom of a life
I would watch you, like me
Gathering speed
Your feathery fins flying through your element
Gliding so gloriously back to tropical seas from which your memory was fished
Until rudely curbed by the hard plastic of your prison
Stopped in mid-swim
Confused, you turn around, swim until the reality of you fate hits you in the face
Poor bugger.
I hope now you’re at peace underground
And not painfully limboed in the wrong place
stifled by soil.
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Posts : 1662 Join date : 2014-01-07
 | Subject: Re: Truthspoon Poetry, Music and stuff thread Thu Feb 05, 2015 10:01 pm | |
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Morning Unbroken
I rise solemnly as the day forces its way through my window, Leaden arms acknowledge their duty and march from fleet footed dreams of you. Oh I’ve lost my baby to the nine to five and my bed is empty when the day arrives, She’s been bought and sold and she’ll be on sale until she’s old.
Morning unbroken she’s driven from repose Prised from the bliss of a loving embrace by bribery to follow a futile paper chase. She’s freed at the weekend but boy she’s so dead, She scarcely has strength to get off her head.
Like a lost stranger she’s blown in with the night, Our love still alive with faintly beating heart, She reaches towards me a half extinguished light But we touch bonding to a melt then the loving can start.
But alas it can’t last and our frozen dawn embrace, So rudely effaced by the alarm clock that strikes like a power drill, Scattering us apart into small broken pieces of consciousness. I contemplate the lonely hours ahead That seem to last as long as a disastrous childhood While the bed which held her warmth cools to a cold void.
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Posts : 1662 Join date : 2014-01-07
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Traitor’s Gate
I recoil at my old self, he who sat in pubs for hours, The island xenophobe for whom Python was a moral code, I now scrape at new soil, brown and famed for its fertility And take in gulps of fresh air, not the muggy sour kind from a fetid isle But the cool air of alpine glacier and the warm fury of the mistral
The forest seeps into my veins, this Francophilia A virus so volatile that my country sickens me now, I am immune to its charms and I wonder how I lived so long in such a wretched place, Here pampered with plenty, wine spills out from Bordeaux,
At election time, your politics delight and confuse me, Like mushrooms, some are wild some are suspect and vaguely toxic.
Nurtured in a sceptic womb on this sceptred isle, My wet nurse had alcohol flowing in her breasts, The toxic cocktail of myths of greatness dribbled on rose lips, We filed our sails with gusty chanting We ruled the waves and God was an Englishman Now we see Withernsea where the sea soon will be As it clings precariously to the land as the waves snap at its heels, And will one day devour the land. White cliffs beaming broadly at visitors from abroad but slowly rotted by the sea.
The flimsy heart that beats a tune, My tongue has become stiff, it dies in my mouth, Words which I once wielded freely, That would pour like a vomit of erudition, are lost.
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Posts : 1662 Join date : 2014-01-07
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She pities
She buzzes perpetually around me, Like a fly that picks on the sick, I can’t defend myself against her brutal love, Or her simpering attention, the sycophantic idolatry That so sadly stains the sweetness of desire. Her kisses choke me and coax my tongue into speaking lies. Pinioned to a breast reluctantly comfortable, By an arm-lock embrace.
All thoughts of escape deflate and die, then think, Escape to where? How dizzy I feel, how my stomach turns, With every day of domesticated demi-drama, How dull my life has become, how the self feels land-locked.
Like being Switzerland.
So now a lifeboat in which I strike out alone Out of drab predictable tempest. Oh storm of life take me, wild wind, Turbulent tempest show me your fury, Pitch me out into mountainous waves Wild foam lash at me, I want to know drowning the falling down, And to know no bottom.
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Posts : 1662 Join date : 2014-01-07
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- Ambushed by Sighs
My self lies ambushed by sighs In an ecstasy of uncertainty For so long I held my passion in the sky Blew kisses to the sun’s all seeing eye And hugged kindling myself alight from the inside The quiet harmony of the spheres now in disarray And wingless I am brought down to Earth by day A chemical dance a closely held jive The slow dive To romance from soaring solitude I could resist this. But I don’t want to. Apply a tourniquet with a twist, this feeling to sever I want the pain of love and longing, The sadness and softness to drown me forever I hugged you with desperate tenderness I wanted to tell you everything with an embrace Because words are not always worthy or faithful Or as powerful as two people sharing a single personal space I have nothing to fear and nothing to lose Here at the bottom of my heart to fall no further Checking the tightness of all my screws You are the new me, this is my new fervour
When I texted you and expected you to quickly text me back But the hours moved me through stations of anxiety From Meknes To Kenitra without a word Then at Rabat Ville Past city walls which reinforced the panic I feel I was guessing and hoping you had no credit Or your phone needed charging and you hadn’t even read it Or maybe your car crashed and all your bones were broken As you lay by the roadside in a sleep from which never to be woken But now humanity’s secret language can be understood
And that whatever this feeling is, it is something good.
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Posts : 1 Join date : 2015-05-03
 | Subject: Re: Truthspoon Poetry, Music and stuff thread Sun May 03, 2015 10:40 am | |
| This should be the entire worlds new theme song ! www.facebook.com/dopeltd hope you enjoy it  Just hit band profile page to listen and hit like if you like it. PEACE ! La `Z and D.O.P ! |
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Posts : 1662 Join date : 2014-01-07
 | Subject: Re: Truthspoon Poetry, Music and stuff thread Mon May 04, 2015 1:21 am | |
| - Industriesltd wrote:
- This should be the entire worlds new theme song !
www.facebook.com/dopeltd hope you enjoy it  Just hit band profile page to listen and hit like if you like it. PEACE ! La `Z and D.O.P !
That's some good beats there. Gonna listen to that over and over... great music for blazin' to. Also gonna change the name of the subforum and add music. That's great stuff man. _________________ truthspoon.com
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Posts : 1662 Join date : 2014-01-07
 | Subject: Re: Truthspoon Poetry, Music and stuff thread Mon May 04, 2015 1:23 am | |
| Lol.... I'm waving my finger at the screen on the beat while listening to this.... _________________ truthspoon.com
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Posts : 1662 Join date : 2014-01-07
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Posts : 1662 Join date : 2014-01-07
 | Subject: Re: Truthspoon Poetry, Music and stuff thread Thu May 07, 2015 12:11 am | |
| Feel like sharing the lyrics to this song because they're so good: - Dope Industries LTD wrote:
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Yo I spit this shit for the indigenous people of the world who ain't got no voices choices been taken away and all we got left is fuckin do what they say sit down, shut up, left right left kill ya own people if the general said dontchya neva step one foot outta line, and in society, double standards apply dontchya neva tryta break out this cage no hesitation man put you in ya grave mind slave, too much rage, will we ever make it up out this stage?
n who's safe when it come to this race? yo we all just human man we all from the same place, who's safe when it come to this race yo we all just human man we all from the same place- One beat one heart one love one beat one heart one soul(Scratch - "One") One beat one heart one love one beat one heart one soul(Scratch - "One") One beat one heart one love one beat one heart one soul(Scratch - "One") One beat one heart one love one beat one heart one soul, Wow
What what, yeah we gets down, D.O.P.E baby gimme dat sound real underground and I tells it like it is breakin souls free be my ma fuckin biz- nis all up on this Earth always speak the truth girl even if it hurt mic check, yo we sent to represent Half Cast, Black Man, And The Orient (One Love) White Boy that understand and fuckin hate the government, and everybody else that ever been oppressed beat up by the police under false arrest profile on my people for the way they dress
God Bless, God Bless ! and Everybody Else that understand GOD'S TEST (One Love) God Bless, God Bless, God Bless, God Bless (And There Can Only Be ONE!) One beat one heart one love one beat one heart one soul(Scratch - "One") One beat one heart one love one beat one heart one soul they say education's best but educate your own mind, all my Brothers know we don't never qualify who dis guy in a three piece suit trynna tell me what the fuck I gotta do trynna tell me what the fuck I gotta wear trynna tell me how to do my hair
Get the fuck outta here this is my land and I'm the Prince round here get the fuck outta here there's only one God so don't be preaching round here get the fuck outta here this is my home and I ain't going no where you think my people don't care? nothin but Love for all the Souls round here, and ah yeah you think my people don't care? nothin but Love for all the Souls round here !
One beat one heart one love one beat one heart one soul(Scratch - "One") One beat one heart one love one beat one heart one soul(Scratch - "One") One beat one heart one love one beat one heart one soul(Scratch - "One")
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Posts : 3 Join date : 2015-08-15 Age : 49 Location : Sydney
 | Subject: Re: Truthspoon Poetry, Music and stuff thread Sat Aug 15, 2015 10:57 am | |
| Amidst the lies among the voices I took the chance of a million choices Now one by one they fall apart Reflections of a greater half But put together to form a whole In which it sinks you'll never know But looking in you'll clearly see The reflection you always thought was me Has slowly changed with the turn of time And what you had is now all mine But you needn't worry you needn't fret It's simple economics gotta pay your debt And that you will cause fuck I'll make sure The entrance to your very door Will never close the key is mine I borrowed it from the man with TIME |
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