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Listen Keroncong Chaos - Punk Dangdut


Lyrics

The Boy With The Arab Strap (Belle And Sebastian)

A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time
The odour of old prison food takes a long time to pass you by
When you've been inside
Day upon day of this wandering gets you down
Nobody gives you a chance or a dollar in this old town

Hovering silence from you is a giveaway
Squalor and smoke's not your style
"i don't like this place"
We better go
Then I compare notes with your older sister
I am a lazy gett, she is as pure as the cold driven snow
She accepts my confession

What did you learn from your time in the solitary
Cell of your mind?
There was noises, distractions from anything good
And the old prison food
Colour my life with the chaos of trouble
Cause anything's better than posh isolation
1 missed the bus
You were laid on your back
With the boy from the arab strap
With the boy from the arab strap

It's something to speak of the way you are feeling
To crowds there assembled
Do you ever feel you have gone too far?
Everyone suffers in silence a burden
The man who drives minicabs down in old compton
The asian man
With his love hate affair
With his racist clientele

A central location for you is a must
As you stagger about making free with your lewd and lascivious boasts
We know you are soft cause we've all seen you dancing
We know you are hard cause we all saw you drinking from noon
Until noon again
You're the boy with the filthy laugh
You're the boy with the arab strap

Strapped to the table with suits from the shelter shop
Comic celebrity takes a back seat as the cigarette catches
And sets off the smoke alarm
What do you make of the cool set in london?
You're constantly updating your hit parade of your ten biggest wanks
She's a waitress and she's got style
Sunday bathtime could take a while

Mornington Crescent (Belle And Sebastian)

Mornington Crescent
I think of you
Rain in the southeast
Men feeling blue
Men with their bowlers
Kids with their spats
Ladies with chauffeurs
Dogs wearing hats and jackets
Rich apartments
Old punk posters
Tartan garments
I love the exquisite array
I love the camp as camp parade
The possibilities suggest themselves to me
I’m feeling free

Mornington Crescent
The sun in the east
I’ve got a job on
For a Senegalese rich arbitrator
In African law
To paint his apartment, strip down the walls
Came down between us lately
Lust and want and need just caved in
‘Is it wise?’
The answer’s no
It never is but since you ask
We pause thoughtfully, for twenty seconds reprieve
Then it’s off with the briefs

Mornington Crescent
Sin is my game
We’ll all be lined up
Irrelevant fame
Next to the broker, the nurse and the drunk
I was a joker, the wannabe punk that got lucky
Had a good time
Life became fruitless
Egotistic swine to all your friends
All the ladies and the men
The possibilities suggest themselves to me
We’re a little too free

Warming Up The Brain Farm (Lo Fidelity Allstars)

Dear God,
The patient's best intentions have sadly faltered.
Despite his newly installed, varnished brain, and being
force-fed gallons of viscous demented liquor, he is
determined to obtain the new drone spiders' trophy.
He dreams of becoming the scorpion who never sweats.
Quite frankly i'm sickened to have this individual infiltrate
my headspace.
He talks of lascivious laughs haunting his every second
as the clock spits, clicks, and time speeds by in the
form of a neon snake.
Massive delusions?
Very probably.
I fear for my safety.
He is as weak as his fellow man.
I am now surrounded by hypocrites, liars, drunks,
clowns, fools, sycophants and the desperate.
I insist we barter with the moon to sell the patients
cohesive lyrical maps in exchange for a vision of the
future.
Stricken with grief, I have no choice but to turn to lethal
toxins
Hardcore Punk Paste.
Allstars takin' over...

Early draft of lyrics taken from Radio 1 Breezeblock DJ set
Dear God,
The patient's best intentions have sadly faltered.
It has of late become apparent, he's driven by lust and
he's as weak as his fellow colleagues.
A hypocrite, surrounded by liars and bed-wetters.
Stricken with grief, he turns to lethal toxins, hardcore
Punk Paste.
Goodbye Lord
Allstars takin over...

Destined To Die (Necro)

[Necro]

This is a Captain Carnage and Necrophiliac duet of death!
It's the Witchcraft Killer!!!

[Captain Carnage]

Fillin my **in bed with skulls
Choppin up bodies until my blade dulls
I don't give a ** about the people dyin
Try to take mines and on your **in back, you'll be lyin
Then, like a corpse in a dead morgue
I find your **in body in Prostate Park, bitch
I'll have you **in hangin like a **in killa on a meathook
Then your **in flesh is getting cooked
Roastin, I chop up **in poor man is toasted
I suggest that you dont **in piss me off
Now cunt, my **in hollow tips ain't soft
I rip up your rectum, blow out your back
When I body attack, I'm a **in maniac
I don't know who the **in I am, or where the ** I'm goin
Cause another dead body is what I'm persuin
So I continue to laugh
Knowin any given moment, I could join a bloodbath

[Chorus 2x (Necro and Captain Carnage)]

Destined to die kid! (Destined to die)
Mother**ers are just destined to die!!

[Captain Carnage]

Again I bloody and shush
When I flush and you mush
Down a toilet
I wipe my **in "Green Soylent"
Throw down a log, then I make sure you die
There's no escapin New York, even if you **in try
I stick my **in pick, my jagged blade always slices
Get too close, and I kill you with my **in knife, kid
I chop a ** gorilla up, then I poach her
When I reimpulse ya, they **in won't know ya
A leg here, an organ over there
Your **in body parts scattered every **in where
So demented, I convict them consequently
Kid, I beat the mother**in bitch that I tormented
In my dungeon, I'll be **in plungin
All types of cunts that this dude's **in life functions
I cut and you wind up in my backyard
It's gore, wives should get their **in legs cut
Violators get smeared with tar and feathers
Bitches get slapped up a different type of lettuce
I'm **in stingy, I'll be quick to rip the last piece of flesh
I'm lookin forward to seein your death

[Chorus]

[Captain Carnage]

What the ** you lookin at you stupid ugly motha**a
I shoot you like a dog in a heartbeat, then rape
I **in eat your brains for lunch
Your bones go crunch, as I **in much your corpse
Cause you wenches though somethin proper but until you stepped up
Kid you get swept up
Like a dolla, if you **in try to holla
I'll be leavin you wit a bloody **in colla
Motha**a, I never swallow my pride
I'd rather see you die, than let a motha**a slide
Motha**s get dissed and clowned
Try to get loud, I'll leave you dead with a **in cloud
I make abortions
I got a **in full clip
And my silencer
Makes it more violenter
So motha**a, don't ** wit me
Cause I'll, be ready to unload my gat until it's empty
I never break a motha**a at his party
I'd rather see him harder than a motha**in bloody gauntlet
And after all the **in smoke clears
I'll be on my way to buy a couple of beers
And if your black, you get knocked quick by beastly mallet
I chop up poor punks like salad
I come equipped with the proper utensils
Stab at a bitch and then until their bloody blood spills
Cause I'm too paranoid to avoid
I massacre, you'll be one dead **in passenger
And this is a message from Captain Carnage, black
And I'm **in out like **in "Kojak"

[Chorus]

[Necro]

My crew mad, we'll kill a cocksuckin fag, don't mean to brag
But I'll leave you bloodier than a bitches rag
Necro slaughters niggas in my gory quarters
I drink the blood from my orders
I **that bitch Crystal Waters
No survivors, you'll slide and sink in **in saliva
I killed Arnold Shwarzanegger then raped Maria Shleyever
I stick swords in the abdomens of my landlord
Leavin him crippled by cast that got shot in his spinal chord
Hoistin your **in head when you get your**plugged
Electrocute his death when I dropped the radio in the bathtub
You won't persue your motha**in nerves
When dinner's served, I'll be eatin **in human hors deuvors
I got vaginal fluid on my knife
I'm out like the last nut Bobbitt will ever bust to **his wife

[Chorus]

[Captain Carnage]

Necrophliac is destined to ** a corpse

[Necro]

Captain Carnage is destined to murda

[Captain Carnage]

Du Riz is destined to hustle

[Necro]

J.E.Z is destined to mug

[Captain Carnage]

Gore too, is destined to mug. Die!!!

Only The Lonely (David Gray)

I'm raising up my voice
to the walls and to the sky
it seeks no explanation
it waits for no reply
really it is nothing
just a cry to the wilds

I'm delirious with chaos
I'm wonderstruck with awe
in my soul I'm dreaming only
of your velvet shore
when I'm walking there my face
untangles like a child

And only the lonely
only the lonely
lonely could know me

I've been talking all night long
There's nothing more to say
So I'm searching every mirror
for a trace of yesterday
but the air it holds no traces
where the eagles were flying

I'm haunted by the skyline
the concrete and the rain
the window speaks of winter
so I'll set my heart again
somewhere in the dust
a curlew is crying

And only the lonely
only the lonely
lonely could know me
I'm talking all night long
talking all night

There's a copper moon that's buried
where solitude expands
and distant planets moving
they're weighing on my hands
they're darkening my pages

and there's daylight in my fingers
but it's snowing in my bones
been ** on the echo
of a thousand telephones
and when we meet again
we will be strangers

And only the lonely
only the lonely
lonely could know me
and only the lonely
only the lonely
lonely could know me

Addicted to Chaos (Megadeth)

Only yesterday they told me you were gone
All these normal people, will I find another one?
Monkey on my back, aching in my bones
I forgot you said "One day you'll walk alone"
I said I need you, does that make me wrong?
Am I a weak man? Are you feeling strong?
My heart was blackened, it's bloody red
A hole in my heart, a hole in my head

Who will help me up?
Where's the helping hand?
Will you turn on me?
Is this my final stand?

In a dream I connot see
Tangled abstract fallacy
Random turmoil builds in me
I'm addicted to chaos

Light shined on my path, turn bad days into good
Turn breakdowns into blocks, smashed them 'cause I could
My brain was labored, my head would spin
Don't let me down, don't give up, don't give in
The rain comes down, the cold wind blows
The plans we made are back up on the road
Turn up my collar, welcome the unknown
Remember that you said "one day you'll walk alone"

Who will help me up?
Where's the helping hand?
Will you turn on me?
Is this my final stand?

In a dream I connot see
Tangled abstract fallacy
Random turmoil builds in me
I'm addicted to chaos

Who will help me up?
Where's the helping hand?
Will you turn on me?
Is this my final stand?

In a dream I connot see, in a dream I connot see
Tangled abstract fallacy, tangled abstract fallacy
Random turmoil builds in me, random turmoil builds in me
Oh, it builds and builds and builds

In a dream I connot see, in a dream I connot see
Tangled abstract fallacy, tangled abstract fallacy
Random turmoil builds in me, random turmoil builds in me
I'm addicted to the, I'm addicted to the chaos
Addicted to chaos

Rollin' the Dice (Master P)

Sittin in the project tryin to get my game on
** these hoes they just ding-dongs
Mama need shoes
The baby need milk so I got to get strapped with a 9
For some bull shit rollin hard hittin 711's
1 punk wanted to bet so nip him with a 7
Break these fools so my banks gettin bigger
Pull out my 9 here comes some jealous niggaz
But I really don't give a **
Ready to take a mother**er out if he try to press his luck
Ask one of them hoes what the ** are ya lookin at
I knew he was a punk
Cause a nigga step back ready to leave the mother**in game
Walkin with a lean ya know what I'm sayin?
Never them mother**ers broke but I ain't no joke
Potnahs are clean ya know
Rollin' the dice...

What's Up With That (Master P)

((Master P))
Yo, Silkk man pass me a 40 you ready to do this shit or what
Lets show these mother**ers

((Chorus))
Master P dont take no bullshit
What up with that x4

((Master P))
I anit no joke and the TRU should be told
I write some rhymes and this shit go gold
Master P dont take no bullshit, thats what they sayin
straight to the top, endo they layin
Its time to house the set, and put some some punks to rest
and let you mother**er know that im the best
back in the days I used to lie for fun
now im gettin and im number 1
hardcore jams, and dope fiend beats
man I never sell out punk that just mean

((Chorus))

((Master P))
ahh once again
from the south now im kickin it in cali
I spot a gold chain, a beaper, and some balli
my main intension is to get paid
forget fame I write some shit that **s with you head
like Issi, kissi, risso, get off my jock your little his hoe
bates heads out for the pissite
mothers leaving kids in the middle of the nizzight
runnin those kids just holler
but the dope man dont give a **, hes all about the dizzolars
but if you mess with me, you pressin you luck
cute la shoot luber im a rapper that dont give a **

((Chorus))

((Master P))
from the hood, but you know I aint a gangbanger
a straight, could never be a slanger
I left home because mom started bitchin
now im gettin pid livin from the rags to the riches
hoes only out for the money
brothers on the corners gettin bossed like dummies
I cant drive through the hood without dogin the cops
young girls used to jump, roll now they sellin cock
my brother used to play nintendo
now the only game is to sell that endo
our house the set like a vet
im the new kid on the block, you bet
**in with P you got a hella of nerve
go back to sesame street, you look like big bird
or put your dukes up punk if you want some
or get your**chewed like bubble gum

((Chorus))

((Master P))
Ahhh
Ive been ruling the mic ever since my younger days
them C's start shivering, cause im sharper than a razorblade
control the crowd like a shark in the ocean
subsitising my rhymes like a genie posion
my dj g scratch gives him a hit
but the cops cant catch P cause im legit
the no limit mafia, is on the hip-hop scene
and if you down with master p, let me hear you scream

((Chorus))

((Master P))
yeah we out here chillin in K-Lou studios

Rebel Of The Underground (2Pac)




Rebel, rebel, rebel
They just can't stand the reign
Or the occasional pain
Of a man like me who goes against the grain.
Sometimes I do it in vain
So wit the little bass and treble ain't missed a
So it's time for me to explain that I'm the rebel.
Cold as the devil.
Straight from the underground, the rebel alone laughs.
They came to see the maniac sychopath.
The critics heard of me and the aftermath.
I don't give a damn and it shows.
A when I do a stage show I wear street clothes.
So they all know me: the lyrical lunatic, the maniac MC.
I give a shout out to your homies.
Maybe then, the critics'll leave your boy alone, G.
On the streets or on TV, it just don't pay the be a truth tellin MC.
They won't be happy till I'm banned.
The most dangerous weapon: an educated black man.
For point blank in your face, pump up the bass, and join the human
race.
I throw peace to the Bay.
Cuz from the jungle to Oaktown, they backin me up all the way.
You know ya gotta love the sound.
It's from the rebel: the rebel of the underground.
He's the rebel: rebel of the underground
Now I'm face to face with the devil.
Cuz they breedin more rebels than the whole damn ghetto.
And police brutality,
Put you in a nip and call it technicality.
So you reap what you soe.
So read the wrath of the rebel jackin em up once more.
Now the fox is in the henhouse.
Creepin up on your daughter, while you asleep
I got her sneakin out.
Tupac ain't nuttin nice.
I'll be nothin how I wanna and do it when I'm gonna.
Now I'm up to no good.
The mastermind of mischief movin more than most could.
So sit and slip into the sound.
Peep the rebel: the rebel of the underground.
He's the rebel: rebel of the underground
They say they hate me, they wanna hold me down.
I guess they scared of the rebel: the rebel of the underground.
But I never let it get me.
I just make another record 'bout the punks tryin to sweat me.
In fact, they tryin to keep me out.
Try to censor what I say cuz they don't like what I'm talkin 'bout.
So what's wrong with the media today.
Got brothers sellin out cuz they greedy to get paid.
But me, I'm comin from the soul.
And if it don't go gold, my story still get told.
And that way they can't stop me.
And if it sells a couple of copies, the punks'll try to copy.
It's sloppy, don't even try to.
I'm a slave to the rythm and I'm about to fly through.
Sold yo(ya-yo) to the people in the ghetto.
When ya hear the bass roll, go ahead and let go.
Now everybody wanna gangbang.
They talkin street slang, but the punk still can't hang.
By makin records bout violence
But when it comes to the real, some brothers go silent.
It kinda make you wanna think about
That ya gotta do some sellin out, just to get your record out.
But 2pacalpyse is straight down.
So feel the wrath of the rebel: the rebel of the underground.

Something Wicked (2Pac)




Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come

More than an adversary I'm very quick
I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift
I'm equipped to kick
Grab you coat and you hat, cause I'm prepared to clamp
Scared the [???], and caught them mutha-**as damp
Oh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped
Attacking the pacs, I'm kicking the facts for stacks to rap
And those that max, relax and let the blacks get jacks
I'm getting taxed, my pacs is packed with angry blacks
I'm ready to go
I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough
Getting the hoes [???]
Pumping the flow, gangster ho
cause the nose knows
Check the pose, froze, when you see me close
Punks you gonna roast, host, in a cloud of smoke
Broke, choked on a rope, and then smoked
wrote, crimes that'll bring me bank notes
nope, I ain't the type of fella that you use though
Kkkkkkicking the funky flava
Pumping [??? ???? ????] producers
Run for cover when you hear the bass drop
One verse is all it takes
Something wicked this way come

Something wicked this way come
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