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NIN with Peter Murphy from Bauhaus - Reptile (seriously the most awesome fucking performance ever)
Hello My name is Mykal Pr3zKoT K0R3 (if your into my music) and im a computer and video game geek and electronic musician originally from the Chicago area currently residing near Boston. I am and Indie video game designer and I program and play piano/keyboard/guitar in the band We Belong Dead (www.myspace.com/webelongdeadband) If you would like to know more about me please feel free to contact me I generally reply to everything.
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Unto her side he came, A youth dressed all in sable black with golden curls about his head and a silken cape upon his back
And what would you my lady fair? That golden youth did smile and say. 'What rare gift may I give to you, so you will be my bride this day?
The maiden turned her face aside. 'There is no gift so rich so fine, That I would give you in return that rare thing that is only mine.
The youth he shook his golden head and laughed and said 'Oh, maiden sweet you may turn me away today, but soon find that you can't say no for my name is Death, and all that you have will come to me anyway.
Wumpscut - Wreath Of Barbs Lyrics
Holy burning hand of wrath Piercing forever through the heart And this flaming orbit of shame Ravages and splits the path
Grinding binding taking away Needles above the prey Wreath of barbs
The injection of religion Has a comalike effect And bodies lay in decay Dreaming of a greener day
Grinding binding taking away Needles above the prey Wreath of barbs
Open eyes reading nothing A sky harsh blue grins black
And i bleed and bleed in this wreath of barbs And i run and run but i dont get far
I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is: 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.' Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get MAD! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad. You've got to say: 'I'm a human being, god-dammit! My life has value!' So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell: 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore -Network