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Quote :: 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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Quote :: 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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Quote :: 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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Quote :: 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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Quote :: 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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Quote :: 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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Quote :

The Game.

Quote :: 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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Quote :: What's wrong with this picture?

Quote :: 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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Quote :: 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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Quote :: 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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Quote :: 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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Quote :: 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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Quote :: 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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Quote :: 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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Quote :: 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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Quote :: 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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Quote :: 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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Quote :: 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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Quote :: 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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This should be the entire worlds new theme song !
www.facebook.com/dopeltd
hope you enjoy it Smile

Just hit band profile page to listen and hit like if you like it.
PEACE !
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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.

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Lol.... I'm waving my finger at the screen on the beat while listening to this....

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Feel like sharing the lyrics to this song because they're so good:

Dope Industries LTD wrote:: One

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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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