The Cage – Maxine (Rick Barrett, Martin T. Roberts, and Pat Jordan)
I wrote the majority of my songs about real people and events in my life, but this one is fiction ala the Twilight Zone. Written in the first person point of view, the young man in the song is sick of telling his buddies he doesn’t have a girlfriend…so he makes one up and he tells his friends her name is Maxine…she has black hair, green eyes, and is 17 (it should be noted that I was 19 or 20 when I wrote this song lest anyone think I wrote it last week or even at the age of 40…which was the age I was in this video). Anyway, our character kind of kind of goes off the mental deep end at the end and I always assumed as his friends begin to doubt him that Maxine becomes real in his mind and he really begins to believe she exists…though lyrically it doesn’t specifically support this I suppose.
And if you allowed to admit that you like one of the lines of your own songs, if for no other reason that is much different than all of the other lines of all your other songs, than I have to admit that I always liked the line “Her black high heels are clacking on the hard wooden floor”…this is mysteriousness from a youthful point of view…my youthful point of view…
I always thought the most interesting thing about the punk/new wave movement as that the songwriters had kind of beginning, youthful period, like The Beatles, The Who, The Kinks, etc…whereas a lot of corporate rock crap on the radio in the late 70s and early 80s STARTED from a middle period point of view…now I am not saying punk and new wave songs are better than the corporate rock of that time period (ok I am) partly because of this but we (the other members of The Cage and the bands around us) were drawing from this youthful period and writing about girls and strange things and we were fighting the urge to write the grand songs that were supposed to save the world…not that we didn’t try to save to world on occasion as Marty (aka Martin T. Roberts) tried to do in “Nuclear Waste” but we were “on our back porch drinking a beer” in the same song…
I am not sure what my point is, but I think it has something to do with not being able to A) “getting away” with writing a song like this at my age of 48, B) reflecting on the fact that I was aware of even at the time that I had to go with songs like these at this age and not to over think them and C) you could promise me the definitive meaning of life, world peace, and a zillion dollars and I don’t think I would be able to write a song again like this again in the remainder of this earthly life.
After writing this I took a drive to Drug Mart to buy an appliance light bulb for the fridge, the Talking Heads’ “Road To Nowhere” was strangely, almost blaring from the Drug Mart speakers, and here as I tried to match the bulb in my pocket with the corresponding one on the shelf I reflected on the fact that since I have spent most of life hopping from girl to girl and then woman to woman, with very little alone time in between, that this song about the uncomfortableness of being alone from my youth has more to do with me that I ever had time to think about…
THE CAGE is (from left to right):
Martin T. Roberts – bass
Pat Jordan – drums
Rick Barrett – electric guitar and vocals
Duration : 0:8:59
Underground Fight Club EXPOSED
This is footage of an actual fight club held in Hawaii sometime in 1996. A copy of this tape had to be obtained illegally so it could be exposed online. These brutal prize fights are still being held to this day, sometimes with participants who were kidnapped and forced to take part in them. If you’re as disgusted by these gladiatorial contests as I am, please express your opinions below
Duration : 0:5:38
MMA BATTLE – Alee Hadaya Vs Gerhard Voight – Underground MMA Cage Fighting Series 2 Australia
Underground MMA Cage Fighting Series 2 – Wollongong November 27th 2009
The Snakepit Stadium Wollongong
Alee Hadaya Vs Gerhard Voight
B Class – Light Heavyweight – 3X3 minute rounds
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Duration : 0:10:53
Lyndell Kell: Killa Sam
Haha we won he said to the president/.
We got them to be leave this is a real government//.
Now lets steal every dime reverse every line/.
appeal every time somethin real about to sign//.
Put it on the news blame it on Muslims/.
Let the feelings brew until they start sucfflin//.
Then pass are bills right behind they backs/.
And let the body’s pile up Barack there’ll be stacks//.
get Chaney on the phone tell him to start bitchin/.
So these maggots don’t remember what they just mentioned//.
talk about abortion religion make it a split decision/.
then put it all on they televisions//.
sex scandals rehab teen models dead dads/.
Jay Leno he bad see now they all glad//.
There startin to divide, chosen different sides/
Beginin there demise, and the few that do survive//
will be wage slaves, waitin on checks/.
Began us to get paid just to pay us there depths//.
But they don’t need too know that, so when they get at your back,/
Act like the middle east is mother on crack.//
Portray it like a religious war is near/.
So when we stage the fight all the hate and the fear//.
Will leave them began us to unleash are wrath/.
And with all that we wont even need a draft//.
So bomb rape destroy and blast/.
So they don’t see are real path//.
For the one world order and for guns and to slaughter/.
Anyone i wanna any time i wanna//.
Abraham, Kennedy, Martin and Malcolm/.
Your fate will be the same if you where out your welcome//.
Bet the CIA wont slip/.
Got the 52 cal with the extended clip//.
And when they make the sentences, we’ll kill all the witnesses/,
Blame it on a citizen and get someone to kill him//.
So get the senators in line, and the justices inclined/.
To ensure the world is mine or its musket time//.
Put the military in the streets artillery in the face of each/.
Human being who makes a speech against the obediencey that we teach//.
Strengthen the ties that bind, The people to the grind/.
And blind the ones that find, strength in hearin rhymes//.
And peace in smooth beats, and greet with cruel streets/.
And force them to do feats for creeps in nikes//.
Get them to start shootin get them to start flippen/.
And when they start spendin throw them in prison//.
So they can stop liven paid and begin being slaves/.
for little to no wage, just to die in a cage//.
And the rest that be our ant throw them in the FEMA camps/.
after they’ve done seen our acts for every misdemeanor and//.
Turn Socialized medicine into government control/.
euthanasia mercury and chips for all//
Pump of full of cancer and chemicals/.
And say the answer is the same pill//.
And Pass an Aggressive act through the senate/.
And attach at the end of it fascist eugenics//.
And don’t be afraid to make it bloody, we need less civilians/.
We’d like them roughly to be five hundred million//.
But the plan kill as many as you can/.
Man be damned this is all for Sam//.
Duration : 0:2:57
6 SECOND KO – Havili Vs Muir – Underground MMA Cage Fighting Series Australia(1).mp4
Duration : 0:6:8
E-Klipse – In The Moment
Real music…
Artist – E-Klipse
Title – In The Moment
Beat By – Unlimited Produktionz
High Quality MP3
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Lyrics
–
I’m in the moment
I’m in the moment
I’m in the moment
But I din’t know it
Almost passed me by
Won’t let it be stolen
I’m growing up
With total devotion
Rap is so easy
Mix and matching words
Pen and pad a verse
Forget a battle first
Rather write
Stimulate the mind
Invigorating rhymes
Intensity
Victory is mine
Misery behind
How I met the perfect lady
A mystery of life
But I really don’t mind
Radio rap subliminal message
Hidden in videos designed
To grip you in a bind
So listen when I write
For liberty you fight
Modern philosopher
Sending shivers up your spine
This is my life
I don’t give it away
To be a primitive slave
Under HAARPS
Blistering waves
Low frequency
Ripple of rays
To Disintegrate
Til we’re all thinking the same
Misses let me help you
Through this kingdom of pain
Rise above and conquer
Any evil that gets in our way
We know better
When the video plays
Asking to conform
And mimmick the same
Your far to smart
To get pinned in a cage
You can’t be held down
I’m simply amazed
By everything that you say
Its why your name keeps appearing
With in the page
Cuz your special to me
I really can’t wait
Til you finish your grades
And out the prison is Gabe
And your all smiles
Hope some day I can bring you the same
And Jenna too
Young wid a high literate stage
Smart like her mother
Love for you and the kid that you raise
And who tries to harm that perfect picture
I’m bringing the pain
I’m in the moment
But I din’t know it
Almost passed me by
Won’t let it be stolen
I’m growing up
With total devotion
I’m in the moment
I’m in the moment
And I know that I’ll own it
March through the heart ache
Mosh like an earthquake
October 17th
World changed on my birthday
I will never stop
Reversing the workrates
Helping with your fate
Duration : 0:3:27
Elesdee – Ignorance
Ignorance by Team Unit.e member Elesdee.
Elesdee (Iam, William) is one of the main members of Team Unit.e, a diverse musical group based in London consisting of Elmer Lin, Philip Achille, William Angell and others.
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Lyrics:
VERSE 1:
A torn photograph/
i broke with my love/
i cant stand the pain so i laugh like insane/
brain in a maze/
im lost like a plane/
without directions from the pilot that’s God/
ive lost my thoughts/
too many twists in my plot/
lost on the island that i’ve built to escape/
the pain that i face from my own life game/
ive contained what i thought was wrong with my name/
but i cant keep it up cause im falling in the dark/
and you cant fight when you cant see your enemy/
im bursting like energy trapped in a cage/
locked in my room with my pen and my page/
and i cant write down the emotions that ive found/
so i fall back down in to my deep slump/
i sleep with the thoughts/
breeding in my dreams/
disturbing my peace how am i meant to sleep/
so i write down in anger/
scream in my planner/
smack at pathetic ideas for a night/
im exploring the depths of my own minds darkness/
happy im aware of my own souls conscionce/
but i hate the fact that i revolve around it/
give me a break id like to live my life/
in a bit of ignorance/
because ignorance is bliss
CHORUS:
sitting in a throne of my self awareness/
im a lord of myself and a king of my head/
but i cant stand it coz i dont understand me/
how can i live if i cant stand myself/
if i was little bit more less intelligint/
of my own souls self/
if i had a little bit more of my ignorance/
of my own souls self/
just a little bit of bliss/
a bit of ignorance
VERSE 2:
If i was ignorant/
id be blind to my doubts/
id be by blind to my thoughts and my worries and my hounds/
chasing me through the days for my so called attachments/
id be ignorant/
to the pain caused by my love/
run with my hate following like a shadow/
i cant escape it so i wish i could fly/
like sparrows that i see flying in the sky peacefully/
scream in jealousy at the dogs in the streets/
look on in awe at the sloths who just sleep/
i wish i could be free touch the blue clouds/
look down at the world from the suns great angle/
fly with the birds as I look at the earth/
I see all the pain that some don’t deserve/
and I scream to my God a question from my heart/
why do the good suffer from their own mind/
while the bad are too ignorant to think and realise/
maybe thats part of the test of this fight/
to strengthen our mind to prepare us for life/
I wish i knew why/
because it hurts when i try
CHORUS
Duration : 0:5:29
Telepathy – Rightfully Respected (DOOM)
beat by MF DOOM
kind of hoped it woulda came out better than this but oh well this is what i got. tell me what you think.
lyrics:
i ride life’s ups and downs, rebounds,
through its hype and lout fights,
making me a bit more ripe,
to ad spice to when i write,
frustrating long nights,
perfecting tracks untill they just right,
motivated by the pumpin chest,
shining star, striving hard to be my best,
fuck all the rest,
hate jealousy respect,
i dont need it,
that type is what a child is feeded,
so i write it and read it,
uploaded for yall fiending,
leaning infront of your PC screenin,
this weekend, i felt generous double teamin,
makin tracks knockin em back for yall to peep em,
oh you wanna keep em?
well favorite it to ya page,
red faced enraged,
i spit death,
quote from MF,
“i keep the game locked in a cage getting shocked with a pole”,
cerebral cortex burning, these lyrics are to hot to hold,
found the rainbow but still in search of the real gold,
fuck the industry i refuse to sell my soul,
in goal to capture yall soul,
with out seeing how much money my pockets can hold,
its free to listen youl be missin,
if and only iffin you x out the page now boy,
very special shout out to MF DOOM and rhinestone cowboy,
hardships stricken,
staring at the second hand as the time thickens,
listen my soul purpose of living,
is to here the instrumental kick in,
followed by my writtens,
so i can get my daily fix in,
at times perishing,
cherishing my family and friends,
it all depends on them,
with out em it gets depressing,
thinkin less of me,
my inner soul gets the best of me,
what used to be fun starts testing me,
no matter what ima ride,
hold my head high,
kus my home is in the sky,
but for now ill stick to lifes frames,
one last shout out i proclaim,
remember ALL CAPS when you spell the man name,
quote from MF, rightfully respected, DOOM
Duration : 0:2:16
Sadistik – Absolution(With Lyrics)
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/
Duration : 0:6:1
Detale ft. Rose Mayr – Not Yet (Beat by Tech-Omega)
Detale:
http://www.myspace.com/detale40
http://www.purevolume.com/detale
http://www.reverbnation.com/detale
Tech-Omega:
http://www.myspace.com/techomega
they say im wrong, not yet
breaking through the steps trying hard to find success
you could say im wrong looking for success in a sun dress
basking outside chilling sitting on the front steps
and please let me take whatever i can get,
be it happiness or sadness ill always forget
cus my relations with my mic are better than my friends
it condenses and echos every flow from my pen
speaking of which, pretends not to write again
cus my mind chewed through it from the bottom to the end
you could say im wrong, i could say im the best there’s ever been
there flat out i said it, no pun left to intend
no word play id rather sentences instead
now sentence me to the maximum and beat me till im dead
steps to success ill knock, with all your writers blocks
and i dont own any glock, but in my crosshairs its locked
im ready, got it cocked, let it loose, let it drop
tech-o with detale, like a custom machine job
if you see me walking in the street there with my phone out
chances are im zoned out fighting all these clones now
making bars come alive with my t9
drafting out the inbox, you gotta read between the lines
im different im fine, i quick split the rhyme
i slit these little verses down the edges of their spine
i left the time behind in the LCD display
so try to stall this kid and youll get hit this way
risky take a pistol whip and mistake
misplace the surface and so im back in this lip play
switch-blade-it-up swiss army knife intake
the power of the purpose lays the pen in my wrist cage
im in a rush to pledge allegiance to my younger brother
so when the heathens can breath in they wont take me under
whatever you say whether im wrong or im right
ill take a left at the next turn just to make it through the night
im breaking through every step
and taking you with me till there aint nothing left
Duration : 0:3:5
