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watch at http://tinyurl.com/2fusdc2 Life on the wild side sometimes has its own way in regulating or instigating consciousness awakening on its most devoted disciple…|Life on the wild side sometimes has its own way in regulating or instigating consciousness awakening on its most devoted disciple. Bobby Delgado, undefeated MMA World Champion -of an elusive and clandestine underworld tournament of Mixed Martial Arts is incarcerated for eight years after accidentally killing his opponent. During this period of purgatory, Bobby experiences a paranormal life changing event that will dictate his future path to redemption. Infuriated by the financial loss and the death of his master fighter, Jarvis Sweet swears vengeance on Delgado and finds himself a new hitter in the form of Wade Bull, a vicious ex underworld enforcer with killing skills few men can match. Sweet and Mafia boss kingpin Sal Civelo, formulate a ruthless and provocative campaign aimed at putting Delgado back into the pit. As pressure builds and danger closes in, Bobby has to concoct a subtle mind game to confront his nemesis in an environment that he can control. What follows is a brutal and bloody confrontation for survival. There will be no rules and no mercy in this new game of death and all scores will be settled in Among Dead Men.

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Originally posted 2010-09-21 01:25:39. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Song is Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked by Cage The Elephant..
Lyrics:I was walking down the street,
When out the corner of my eye
I saw a pretty little thing approaching me.
She said “I’ve never seen a man
Who looks so all alone,
Could you use a little company?

If you can pay the right price
Your evening will be nice,
And you can go and send me on my way.”
I said “You’re such a sweet young thing
Why you do this to yourself?”
She looked at me and this is what she said:

“Oh, there ain’t no rest for the wicked,
Money don’t grow on trees.
I got bills to pay,
I got mouths to feed,
There ain’t nothing in this world for free.
I know I can’t slow down,
I can’t hold back,
Though you know, I wish I could.
No there ain’t no rest for the wicked,
Until we close our eyes for good”.

Not even fifteen minutes later
I’m still walking down the street,
When I saw a shadow of a man creep out of sight.
And then he sweeps up from behind
And puts a gun up to my head,
He made it clear he wasn’t looking for a fight.

He said “Give me all you’ve got
I want your money not your life,
But if you try to make a move I won’t think twice.”
I go like “You can have my cash
But first you know I got to ask
What made you want to live this kind of life?”

He said “There ain’t no rest for the wicked,
Money don’t grow on trees.
I got bills to pay,
I got mouths to feed,
There ain’t nothing in this world for free.
I know I can’t slow down,
I can’t hold back,
Though you know, I wish I could.
No there ain’t no rest for the wicked,
Until we close our eyes for good”.

Now a couple hours have passed
And I was sitting at my house,
The day was winding down and coming to an end.
So I turned on the TV
And flipped it over to the news,
And what I saw I almost couldn’t comprehend.

I saw a preacher man in cuffs he’d taken money from the church,
He stuffed his bank account with righteous dollar bills.
But even still I can’t say much
Because I know we’re all the same,
oh yes we all seek out to satisfy those thrills

“Oh, there ain’t no rest for the wicked,
Money don’t grow on trees.
We got bills to pay,
We got mouths to feed,
There ain’t nothing in this world for free.
I know we can’t slow down,
We can’t hold back,
Though you know, we wish we could.
No there ain’t no rest for the wicked,
Until we close our eyes for good”

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Originally posted 2010-03-03 10:03:03. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Sadistik- Absolution
The Balancing Act
Songs:
1. Absolution
2. Ashes To Ashley ( Ft. Mac Lethal )
3. Clockwark Grey Interlude
4. Dawn Of The Dead
5. The Exceptions To Everything
6. Memento Mori
7. Murder Of Crows
8. November
9. Playing God
10. Searching For Some Beautiful
11. Writes Of Passage

Lyrics:
I write in long hand a short-term memory/
Hopeless romantic, coarse word tendencies/
RIght now I don’t want to wake up/
Or try to forget when the storm first entered me/
Lately I’ve felt self destructive/
Self-inflicted, self help the cuts with/
Shellshocked, Hell’s bells and trumpets/
Self-taught to tell tales in public/
Of this life, same but different day/
I write it down, same in different ways/
Fight it now, break fists against the cage/
Until I climb on that slave ship and drift away/
My blood boils (in cups) the sun spoils (abrupt)/
And unloyal (with love) so come toil (with us)/
The sun freezes (and cuts) in some seasons (and plus)/
Its untreated (so trust) I’m done bleeding/
In a place where I can be and touch all of the things I see/
To find my peace and I can breathe with nobody looking back at me/
I’ll just take a breath and place my bets but never deal/
‘Til I face my death with a game of chess like Seventh Seal/
I’ll still fight the stepdads and memories/
Scream Zion ’til deaf dance to melodies/
Deadpanned with setbacks and jealousy/
Until hea-ven ex-pands the in me/
Acquired conscious competence of all of my accomplishments/
And conquered constant comments that contradicted my confidence/
Common compliments were called upon to con me in/
Accosted consonant comments that condescended all my common sense/
Where I’m from, no one stays alive/
You just die by the sword, a shogun’s frame of mind/
Walk with the rest like its Dawn of the Dead/
And drink from the blood that the open veins provide/
My raps are like a novel with clever style and prose/
Im Edgar Allan Poe, the Casque of Amontillado/
Enter catacombs ’til clever palindromes/
And letters that I wrote can capture the god Apollo/

Hear the secret stammers time’ll tell/
I rebel, they teach me manners with Bible-belt/
Schtick, psychadellic, dreams of banter/
Scenes of candor I embellish/
Like a zombie that eats through tissue/
Until I find a heart with a beat to spit to/
If its not in the meat I sift through/
I’ll write it acapella on the piece I bit through/
I’m savage, and its near the dead of night/
Wait ’til the sun paints an iridescent sky/
To head the deadened cries/
Of an old boy given no choice but to fear the present time/

Take the reigns, I’m sick and tired of the practice/
of burnin’ bridges, I lit the fire with a matchstick/
Return the image to where I’m at, cuz thinking back/
I’ve been sinking fast, and tripping wires where the sands quick/
Across plains with bloody palms and jaw pains/
Hiding from God’s grace in fright like its Pompeii/
And always, I’ll just stay on the lost road/
While you study crucifixes painted with barcodes/
At first its just a ride to live fast/
Until I felt the bruises inside from whiplash/
A purpose, I’ll try to get that/
Until I fall from grace and I die on impact/
And intact was a single broken locket/
With the ocean on its rustic chain and face that no one wanted/
I’m growing nauseous from a world that never stops/
When my center’s lost hope in the ghost that haunted Pentecost/
I stand in graveyards and dance to take charge/
Of concepts of death that I have to base on/
Even when my bones crack I’ll pace on/
Through the epitaphs that my pasts engraved on/
Laugh and stay strong, embrace the day/
‘Till it fades away with this mask I paint on/

She’s probably just a thats casting all the shadows/
Laughing at my battles and following a trend/
Searching for an angel at the bottom of a fifth/
But my hands stay empty, I swallow it again/
Its the loss of leaves that autumn brings/
That show me these limbs are far from wings/
I’m far from happy, you’re far from peace/
I’ll fall from grace and you’ll fall for me/
And awkwardly I’ll just change the posture/
‘Till the aches and pains rearrange the monsters/

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