We are dead 'n' we are alive our heads are devoted to this hive God my shirt does not suit my size bloody rules, i'm paralized Could'nt find me no proper job, they're judgin' on a dreadlock ! Forced to rob, for all i've got is a cell in this block Starin' at the clock won't give me no food, fightin' means to stay in the mood... No submission Sneakin' in the sewers to burn a nation Breedin' - growin' - stealin - dealin' - learnin' whatever it takes to be survivin' but realise (we're) survivin' won't help the fact they despise our thoughts and acts So now, it is time to pick the lock and to loot all the treasures kept in the stock... Time keeps on goin', the rage stands, but tools can be weapons in our hands, kings are summoned to behave : the master should always fear the slave ! Cops are just men with wives and kids, few are insane... Liars ! We don't want no disorder, We want peace and food and weed and water We will prefer Death before dishonor They cannot force me to take the train, now that I know how to grow grain And I feel and I trust it is not vain to jump happily in the rain Never trust what they say, never bend, never prey, never lie, never fly too high, never resign, never obey, never be distracted on the way and if you are a lucky man... never die No more chains

My Silks and fine array (by William Blake) My silks and fine array, My smiles and languish'd air, By love are driv'n away; And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave: Such end true lovers have. His face is fair as heav'n, When springing buds unfold; O why to him was't giv'n, Whose heart is wintry cold? His breast is love's all worship'd tomb, Where all love's pilgrims come. Bring me an axe and spade, Bring me a winding sheet; When I my grave have made, Let winds and tempests beat: Then down I'll lie, as cold as clay. True love doth pass away!

This song is a mix from two pems of William Blake The little girl lost + The little girl refound (you'll see II cut few passages) In futurity I prophetic see That the earth from sleep (Grave the sentence deep) Shall arise, and seek For her ---Maker--- meek; And the desert wild Become a garden mild. In the southern clime, Where the summer's prime Never fades away, Lovely Lyca lay. Seven summers old Lovely Lyca told. She had wandered long, Hearing wild birds' song. 'Sweet sleep, come to me, Underneath this tree; ---Do father, mother, weep? Where can Lyca sleep?--- 'Lost in desert wild Is your little child. ---How can Lyca sleep If her mother weep? 'If her heart does ache, Then let Lyca wake; If my mother sleep, Lyca shall not weep--- 'Frowning, frowning night, O'er this desert bright Let thy moon arise, While I close my eyes.' Sleeping Lyca lay, While the beasts of prey, Come from caverns deep, Viewed the maid asleep. The kingly lion stood, And the virgin viewed: Then he gambled round O'er the hallowed ground. Leopards, tigers, play Round her as she lay; While the lion old Bowed his mane of gold, And her bosom lick, And upon her neck, From his eyes of flame, Ruby tears there came While the lioness Loosed her slender dress, And naked they conveyed To caves the sleeping maid. All the night in woe Lyca's parents go Over valleys deep, While the deserts weep. Tired and woe-begone, Hoarse with making moan, Arm in arm, seven days They traced the desert ways. Seven nights they sleep Among shadows deep, And dream they see their child Starved in desert wild. Pale through pathless ways The fancied image strays, Famished, weeping, weak, With hollow piteous shriek. Rising from unrest, The trembling woman pressed With feet of weary woe; She could no further go. In his arms he bore Her, armed with sorrow sore; Till before their way A couching lion lay. Turning back was vain: Soon his heavy mane Bore them to the ground, Then he stalked around, Smelling to his prey; But their fears allay When he licks their hands, And silent by them stands. They look upon his eyes, Filled with deep surprise; And wondering behold A spirit armed in gold. On his head a crown, On his shoulders down Flowed his golden hair. Gone was all their care. 'Follow me,' he said; 'Weep not for the maid; In my palace deep, Lyca lies asleep.' Then they followed Where the vision led, And saw their sleeping child Among tigers wild. To this day they dwell In a lonely dell, Nor fear the wolvish howl Nor the lion's growl.

Freely adapted from Ring out (Lord Alfred Tennyson) Wild bells, to the wild sky, flying cloud, frosty light: The year is dying in the night; then let him die... The old rings in the new, (Ring) happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; The false rings in the true. The grief that saps the mind (Ring in) we see no more; a slowly dying cause, nobler modes of life, with sweeter manners, purer laws. The want, the care, the sin, The faithless coldness of the times; ring out my mournful rhymes But ring the fuller minstrel in. False pride in place and blood, civic slander and the spite; the love of truth and right, the common love of good. Old shapes of foul disease; narrowing lust of gold; (Ring out) thousand wars of old, thousand years of peace. (Ring in) Valiant man and free, larger heart, kindlier hand; the darkness of the land, (Ring in) the Christ that is to be.

Now that the trees are whisperin' a message you newly keen on earin' Pay attention to the shiverin' 'n' to your fastened breathin' everything is tellin' you somethin' Your hands are so cold and so clean your heart is pure of sins At least, you're seen to be prayin' Family values are the ones rockin' Anything could be blowin' you Every morning / awakening / without knowin why muscles are leavin' or your eyes openin' Somethin' is growin' 'n' you're not listening Everything is tellin' you somethin'

So coba-a Ani-o chala Satafe courral oche Saa cobarra Tea-byo grillia Toriar doche So coba-a Ani-o chala Satafe courral ossa Gorradjo balaachti Imma Nouria Kineko ass-oul O-nii Gorradjo balaachti Imma Gordeo bebuia i ada Atasatche morradillo derrilla Courralo / Grillia A toriar doche malo ke-biba Gordeo bebuia i ada Kineko ass-oul O-nii Gorradjo balaachti Imma Gordeo bebuia i ada A nouria

A little boat on the sea seeks for immortality eating fire Are you ready to die for a pretty lie ? heart straight open... Should have... but i didn't Shouln't have... but I did Let it go A little boat on the sea seeks for immortality ... Eating fire... I know what i've been through I called life to sentence me The seed came from a bone

From a (probably irish or scottish) trad. you can find many versions of this oooold song Black is the colour of my true love's hair. Her lips are like like some rosy fair, The purest eyes and the neatest hands, I love the ground whereon he stands. I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep, But satisfied I never could sleep. Winter's passed and the leaves are green, Time's passed that we have seen. Still I hope the time will come When you and I shall be as one. The purest eyes and the neatest hands, I love the ground whereon he stands. I'll write to you in few short lines, I'll suffer death ten thousand times. I know my love and well he knows, I love the grass whereon he goes, If she on earth no more I see...

A poison tree (William Blake) I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I waterd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears: And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night. Till it bore an apple bright. And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine. And into my garden stole, When the night had veild the pole; In the morning glad I see; My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

Let me tell you the story of a sad little man who was so sure of bein' alone, he was more beast than man. From here to there he ran, spoilin' the life of little fans... He had a long life as you can guess, while ghosts were wanderin' undressed. Remember this song, mother-fucker, each note, each word : i'm comin' to get you ! As the life decided to let me go through... I'm not dead ?!? Even if i can't see your face for now, the ice crackled on a sunny day and now is a good time for the sinner to pay. One day... I will know... And that day... Well, you'll know too... 'Cos i'm comin' after you. I've been in many places in my head, searchin' for you... I should have been livin' a life instead... You left me for dead. Now you are forced to sail, 'cos a hunter's after your tail... You will know better with a knife in your chest... This century's worst than Far-West I'm proud to meet my destiny Because of you I shot everyone around 'n' I killed all kind of bounds. I was runnin' to found why the hell was turnin 'round, 'round, round 'n' round the same sound. Unsaid and unseen - pleasure, guilt from the original scene - endlessly death is what you bring. Ghosts are willin' to appear since they know I feel no fear. They came to lick my tears... I was about jumpin' from the roof. They showed me your ring as a proof. Then they gave me a horse, showed me the air in the trees, and told me... To breathe... Hm... I could live knowin' that you're rotin' in the limbs of time, 'cos now, I am free. But sometimes it itches, I can feel the stiches. As you and all your frightened pairs choosed to be blind 'n' to secure your lairs, only an arson could be a fair offer... I know it's nobody's fault, we grow respondin' to assaults, one way or another. I will purify in flames the antic litttle game, and the evil will fall on the ground, or I'll burn the hole place down ! It ends here... I am sorry for the pain I made you I was a prick, who hurted you, tortured you, I changed... Guilt was'nt yours. I give to the world what you took. I insist.

I look at we all and i make a call our lights are so small see them decline and fall But it ain't for us to judge it ain't for us to judge Sex is so overated and love could turn into hatred days after days rots the cherry 'till the cocktail glass turns empty No way... is still a way under the looks and the array Tryin' to hug birds of prey is a funny game to play as they don't have nothing to say I see myself in you and anything could be true But when madness did brew did you only drink a few oh man it ain't for me to say