Akila Barrett - Babylon Is Burning
Slightly stoopid - Babylon is falling
SFH - two cups of tea
LOC - gang control
LOC - burn them prisons
Every time I think of police injustice I listen to these songs, and they have been playing a lot lately...
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Grateful dead - the other one
Sublime - scarlet begonias (dead cover)
Doors - not to touch the earth
The smoke - my friend Jack (eats sugar lumps)
Burning spear - holy man
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Oliver Hart - how much do you pay?
No one really understands the experience that change lives
That pave an agnostic a place to lay in decay in toxic waste
So most every identity paraphernalia to familiarize with smiles neatly
painted on a robotic face
But not this man, he played the bucket with his hands
And got paid but it was change people dropped in his can
twenty-three years ago he was a lawyer by description
But I guess all of a sudden he resigned from that position
But I've never seen the sky quite as clear as his eyes
As he blistered fingers paint down on the plastic
And in a twisted sort of way it all makes sense
While they rush to die he provides the soundtrack so tragic
He sits on the corner of 7th and 1st
And I was thirsty for a question anyone would nurse
One day I asked he why he gave up his career
He said, "I didn't, I just took off the name tag" then he added
Make Money and die that's the American Way
It don't matter what name you gave the bucket that you play
Make Money and die that's the American Way
It don't matter what name you gave the bucket that you play
So I took in what was said but I didn't accept it
Well maybe I did I mean I just wouldn't admit it
I was too committed to the belief that all the hard work from now would
improve my future existence somehow
So I said, you don't accomplish nothing sitting in the street
And I'm sure you barely survive on the pennies you gather
He said, to your surprise I make enough to eat
And I accomplish just as much as you only I stop pretending my job matters
He looked me in my face and told me I was a puppet
And what I do is no more important than playing a bucket
I still hear his voice when I set my alarm before bed
I never could wash what he said out of my head, so fuck it, it goes
Make Money and die that's the American Way
It don't matter what name you gave the bucket that you play
See I could dress myself up in a white coat and say I'm a doctor
Carry a nine by my belt buckle wear a gold badge and say I'm a copper
Maybe I'm just a sloppy lazy crazy carbon copy part of the heart of the
deranged nation that gave me the generation ecstasy under water, I forgot
survive mind wash slaughtered by Austria's offers, caught your calls and
called your forefathers my bosses, lost it all in the name of gaining enough
to spin, consuming the youth ... amp my frenzy
When I taught my man playing away on his drum
Something clicked in my brain and I became less dumb
I'm working for bread crumbs
Pretending there's a meaning
But my employment is just a bucket, I'm desperately beating
And one day, I'll be old and retired
Looking at my life like what a waste of good fire
All because school never taught me how to be inspired
And the job concerned applying to myself just wouldn't hire
Make Money and die that's the American Way
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Eyedea - exhausted love
'm so goddamn tired, can't tell if I'm done, or just uninspired
and don't give me that you can be somebody speech
that ain't your place, let me be
I'm an example of a candle lit life
with electric relaxation, brain trampled by devotion
to remote control channel changing
something provoked the whole globe to lower expectations
damn, what's wrong with my generation?
we was the cream of the crop but it seems we've been robbed
that's what happens when you trade in all your dreams for a job
and every day it gets less and less exciting
I would make a difference but I'm busy faking this instead of trying
change my shift from now to never and I'll pretend I'm fine
why am I stuck at the shitty end of the assembly line
I guess I'm built to be intoxicated with hope
sometimes it's a journey, most the time it's just a bad joke
and in my scroll there's a junk drawer I can't organize
the first to come in last to leave we'll never be immortalized
this sort of life is completely overrated, I'm sick of being the
only one I know that's trying to make it
so right now I'm heading home, got sounds of nature volume one
my headphones and half a bottle of prednisone
that's the reaction to an overdose of passion
brainless, stagnant...ain't it magic
I never knew ambition could be so fucking disgusting
I earn a good commission but it makes me feel so ugly
I'm on some not even knowing I'm an illuminatus just as long
as playing agent doesn't disrupt my funeral's progress
I ain't changing for you I ain't reaching for the sky, I would
if you could give me one good reason why I should even try
because after a while this never ending lame game of what's better
could fracture your smile's mainframe forever
it's so fun to be in love..or so I've heard
the meaning has no feeling even though I understand the word
I used to try to make heaven right here on earth but that'll only
happen if you find someone else to do the work
I'll be surprised when my psychosis turns out to keep the driving focus
while I hold the same blurred cloud as burnt out dope heads
so for now my worthless counter work has found a purpose every time a
pound of dirt produced I get my frown refurbished
two for one specials, if you order shoulder devils, head swoll
running out of petrol but I wont let go of this gas pedal
till I'm settled and they finally wed me with that sweet blind security
so insecure and messy, mark today the day that dedication died
instead of saying goodbye, I'm staying praying that'll I'll stay alive
cause even though I know I hate to love you so much
I got no better place to go, that's why I always show up
damn
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NOFX - thank God it's Monday
I'm gonna tell you what I really think I like about Mondays
Cause they feel like Saturdays
When you don't gotta go to work
Every day is a holiday
I wake up when I want to
I do anything I wanna do
Can't wait for Tuesday
I really never liked Fridays (I don't)
I can't do what I wanna do (Like to)
Sold out at the movies (Go out)
Can't eat at the restaurants (Weekends)
Everybody want a good time
But the bar's full of cigarette smoke
I think I'll stay home
I think I'll wait for Monday
I live a 5 day weekend
I gotta year long holiday
Thank God it's Monday
The only place that I gotta go be
Is at the show or on the first tee
Thank God for irony
Nevermind the aggravation, modulation
Gimme another key
I'll tell you why I like Tuesdays (Wednesday)
Cause they're kinda like Christmas (New Years)
Come to think about Wednesdays (Thursday)
Are a little like Hanukkah (Every day is good)
Thursday's Thanksgiving
I'm talking about good living
I'll think I give thanks
Thank God it's Monday
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Sage - narcissist
I don't look at myself in the mirror because I'm a narcissist
I simply like to watch myself exist...
(Exhales on the glass) Now I'm in a fog and mist...
Now my reflection is anonymous
Ponder this!
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-eg
Put your heart into 
