You say you're liberal
And I guess I am too
And right now there's this war and shit
What are we gonna do?
'Cause knowledge equals power,
But we just sit around
Let's be active, agile forces
And do battle on the ground
Wasted energy on crying
When there's a world that's sick and dying
Don't try to tell me we've got no relation
We can't fight for peace with our indignation
You say that you care
And I guess that I do too
But to those who have been working
We don't really have a clue
Yes, there's change for "freedom"
But there's the freedom to make change
Unless we like the notion of an unbridled target range
Wasted energy on crying
When there's a world that's sick and dying
Don't try to tell me we've got no relation
We add one more day to the reformation
You say that there's no hope
And the footage is too much
But for those who have to live it
We're really out of touch
'Cause freedom gives you power
Not the other way around
And aimless recognition
Don't keep no one off the ground
Wasted energy on crying
When there's a world that's sick and dying
Don't try to tell me we've got no relation
We ask for our own condemnation
So...
What are we gonna do?
Yes, I mean you.
What are we gonna do?
Yes, me too.
What are we gonna do?
What are we gonna do?
What are we gonna do?
Let's just do it!
No Relation
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- Niemöller
- Posts: 1689
- Joined: Sun Sep 26, 2004 12:06 pm
- Instruments: none
- Recording Method: ears
- Submitting as: praise muzak
- Location: athens, ga
- Contact:
Al Gore Band
There is no relation between humans and robots
like all you scientists claim.
But apples and oranges are very much the same.
I am not related to aliens.
In the garden of Eden lives my cousin Tim.
Adam and Even did not really exist.
Cousin Tim just made it up. He’s a compulsive liar.
There is no relation.
There is no relation.
In a world of masturbation.
There is no relation.
There is no relation between humans and robots
like all you scientists claim.
But apples and oranges are very much the same.
I am not related to aliens.
In the garden of Eden lives my cousin Tim.
Adam and Even did not really exist.
Cousin Tim just made it up. He’s a compulsive liar.
There is no relation.
There is no relation.
In a world of masturbation.
There is no relation.
- Geoff WreckdoM
- Goldman
- Posts: 543
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 12:13 pm
- Instruments: Theremin
- Recording Method: Pabst Blue Ribbon
- Location: Awestin, TX
- Contact:
No Relation
by WreckdoM
Jesus and Mohammed
Are the best of friends
Things couldn't be more fucked up
If the Buddhists joined in
A Texan rides Texas
From his belly to his crack
Eats his young for power
And there ain't no lookin' back
A man who don't reap what he sows
Never knows no bounds
Never builds a soul within him
Ain't no father or no son
by WreckdoM
Jesus and Mohammed
Are the best of friends
Things couldn't be more fucked up
If the Buddhists joined in
A Texan rides Texas
From his belly to his crack
Eats his young for power
And there ain't no lookin' back
A man who don't reap what he sows
Never knows no bounds
Never builds a soul within him
Ain't no father or no son
"perhaps the most offensive and disturbing image I've ever heard in a song" - Hans Gruber
- king_arthur
- Niemöller
- Posts: 1761
- Joined: Sun Sep 26, 2004 6:56 am
- Instruments: guitar, vocals, bass, BIAB, keyboards (synth anything)
- Recording Method: Tascam DP-24SD
- Submitting as: King Arthur
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Phoenix, AZ
- Contact:
NO RELATION / King Arthur
I support my local sherrif,
I obey all of the laws,
I made a big donation, tax deductible
To a worthy cause.
I saved a little kitty cat
From the old oak tree.
I never lied to my baby, but I just found out
She's been lying to me.
How could this happen after
All the good things I do?
Turns out there's no relation
Between the two.
She been spending all my money,
She went and wrecked my car,
Some of her attributes, well, they're not quite as real
As she'll tell you they are.
I know she lies to her momma,
Her whole life is a mess;
Is she lying to everyone else?
That would my guess.
So how come good things happen
To a girl who's been so bad?
Turns out there's no relation
Between this and that.
Maybe karma is keeping score
And it all evens out in the end,
But on a day to day basis one would have to say
The universe is not a friend.
It's just not your friend.
So now, what do I do?
Whatever do I say?
I wanna get even, but it's hard believing
That's really okay.
I know I'm in the right,
I've got the higher ground,
And I can't think of any good reason why I
Should let her drag me down.
Even though she's gone,
I ain't gonna be blue,
Because there's no relation
Between the two.
I support my local sherrif,
I obey all of the laws,
I made a big donation, tax deductible
To a worthy cause.
I saved a little kitty cat
From the old oak tree.
I never lied to my baby, but I just found out
She's been lying to me.
How could this happen after
All the good things I do?
Turns out there's no relation
Between the two.
She been spending all my money,
She went and wrecked my car,
Some of her attributes, well, they're not quite as real
As she'll tell you they are.
I know she lies to her momma,
Her whole life is a mess;
Is she lying to everyone else?
That would my guess.
So how come good things happen
To a girl who's been so bad?
Turns out there's no relation
Between this and that.
Maybe karma is keeping score
And it all evens out in the end,
But on a day to day basis one would have to say
The universe is not a friend.
It's just not your friend.
So now, what do I do?
Whatever do I say?
I wanna get even, but it's hard believing
That's really okay.
I know I'm in the right,
I've got the higher ground,
And I can't think of any good reason why I
Should let her drag me down.
Even though she's gone,
I ain't gonna be blue,
Because there's no relation
Between the two.
"...one does not write in dactylic hexameter purely by accident..." - poetic designs
- Treachjuris
- de Gaulle
- Posts: 138
- Joined: Mon Mar 27, 2006 7:43 am
- Instruments: piano, guitar (acoustic/lectrc), violin (acoustic/lectrc) clarinet; whatever generates sound
- Recording Method: ibanez, rhodes, tascam, m-audio, darla, cubase, magix, noteworthy, mixcraft
- Submitting as: Fish Sausage, Scrotean Hydra, Yummy Bug
- Location: Detroit, MI
- Contact:
No Relation - Fish Sausage
I feel your golden light burn through my eyes
And I turn like a flower to the sun
And yet, I'm opened; exposed and fearless
Completely given over to you
When we’re apart sometimes I count the days and hours -
Until we come together again
I know there is someplace in this lonely world
Where you’re similarly burning for me
And when I go to sleep
You’re always in my dreams
I just can’t seem to break free
I know you will remain
In whatever form
Though you bear no relation to me
No relation to me.
I feel your golden light burn through my eyes
And I turn like a flower to the sun
And yet, I'm opened; exposed and fearless
Completely given over to you
When we’re apart sometimes I count the days and hours -
Until we come together again
I know there is someplace in this lonely world
Where you’re similarly burning for me
And when I go to sleep
You’re always in my dreams
I just can’t seem to break free
I know you will remain
In whatever form
Though you bear no relation to me
No relation to me.
"Electro-Mindscaping Nightmare music, gets me up and leaves me begging for more" ---sp00n
"If I were a rift in time right now, I would totally have a crush on this song" --- EightLeggedOedipus's friend INTOXICATED
"If I were a rift in time right now, I would totally have a crush on this song" --- EightLeggedOedipus's friend INTOXICATED
- Phil. Redmon.
- Goldman
- Posts: 520
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 3:28 pm
- Instruments: guitars
- Recording Method: Reaper
- Submitting as: Abominominous, The Hell Yeahs, Spy Vs. Pie
- Location: W. Sac, Cal.
- Contact:
No Relation - Abominominous
All of us things is not like the other
Is you experienced, well I wonder
You're one of a kind, and I'm one of your kind
But if I'm in your face you don't pay me no mind
We go about our seperate biz,
it's like a game nobody wins.
Pass on the street or in a club
Nobody talks to anyone
Workin' on keeping up your guard
'cause once exposed you're not so hard
I know it's hard, that's why it's great
but you choose no relation.
What does it take to make a man outta stranger?
I'd give you a hand if your shit was in danger
So tell me a story, tell me fuckin' anything
Come out of your shell and get hooked on a feeling
All of us things is not like the other
Is you experienced, well I wonder
You're one of a kind, and I'm one of your kind
But if I'm in your face you don't pay me no mind
We go about our seperate biz,
it's like a game nobody wins.
Pass on the street or in a club
Nobody talks to anyone
Workin' on keeping up your guard
'cause once exposed you're not so hard
I know it's hard, that's why it's great
but you choose no relation.
What does it take to make a man outta stranger?
I'd give you a hand if your shit was in danger
So tell me a story, tell me fuckin' anything
Come out of your shell and get hooked on a feeling