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Posted : Apr 9, 2007 17:40
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Paste here inspirational text for any being behind the creativity process:
  Without Deviation, Progress Is Not Possible.
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Faithless "Music Matters"
For all those who stood up and were counted
For all those for whom money was no motive
For all those for whom music was a message
I want to thank you
For making me
A little more sure
A little more wise
And couragious
You told me to look much further
You told me to walk much more
You told me that music matters
And to chase the dogs back from my door
I won't stop here
I won't be still untill the sun sets
On us all..
Under the sheets with my radio
Turn down low
So nobody know
It's the late night show
Hopin' to hear Hey Joe
Jimmy was my hero
Head blown by Type R or was it the true star?
From Dali Lama to Tanamo
Curtis Mayfield
Say Kurtis Blow
Singing into my pillow
And praying I don't dance
Untill my 9 Volt battery goes..
You told me to look much further
You told me to walk much more
You told me that music matters
And to chase the dogs back from my door
I won't stop here
I won't be still untill the sun sets
On us all..
You told me to look much further
You told me to walk much more
You told me that music matters
And to chase the dogs back from my door
I won't stop here
I won't be still untill the sun sets
On us all..
You told me that music matters..
You told me that music matters..
You told me that music matters..
You told me that music matters..
Without Deviation, Progress Is Not Possible.
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Magox
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Posted : Apr 9, 2007 21:15
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nice 
"On the path of spirituality, one ventures to vanquish one’s own faults rather than to judge others" |
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Pavel
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Posted : Apr 9, 2007 21:44
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Bill Hicks
The world is like a ride at an amusement park. And when you choose to go on it, you think it's real because that's how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it's very brightly coloured and it's very loud and it's fun, for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question: Is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, "Hey – don't worry, don't be afraid ever, because this is just a ride." And we … kill those people. "Shut him up. We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real." It's just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. But it doesn't matter, because – it's just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one. Here's what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defenses each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would pay for many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.
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Alias
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Posted : Apr 9, 2007 22:13
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here is little song from a little band called pink floyd
Time - Pink Floyd
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then the one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
And shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, across the field, tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
And hear the softly spoken magic spell
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coSmiIic r080t0n3
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Posted : Apr 10, 2007 11:14
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"I AM CRYSTAL METH "
I destroy homes, I tear families apart,
take your children, and that's just the start.
I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold,
The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
If you need me, remember! I'm easily found,
I live all around you – in schools and in town.
I live with the rich; I live with the poor,
I live down the street, and maybe next door.
I'm made in a lab, but not like you think,
I can be made under the kitchen sink.
In your child's closet, and even in the woods,
If this scares you to death, well it certainly should.
I have many names, but there's one you know best,
I'm sure you've heard of me, my name is crystal meth.
My power is awesome; try me you'll see,
But if you do, you may never break free.
Just try me once and I might let you go,
But try me twice, and I'll own your soul.
When I possess you, you'll steal and you'll lie,
You do what you have to -- just to get high.
The crimes you'll commit for my narcotic charms
Will be worth the pleasure you'll feel in your arms, (your lungs, and your nose).
You'll lie to your mother; you'll steal from your dad,
When you see their tears, you should feel sad.
But you'll forget your morals and how you were raised,
I'll be your conscience, I'll teach you my ways.
I take kids from parents, and parents from kids,
I turn people from God, and separate friends.
I'll take everything from you, your looks and your pride,
I'll be with you always -- right by your side.
You'll give up everything - your family, your home,
Your friends, your money, then you'll be alone.
I'll take and take, till you have nothing more to give,
When I'm finished with you, you'll be lucky to live.
If you try me be warned - this is no game,
If given the chance, I'll drive you insane.
I'll ravish your body, I'll control your mind,
I'll own you completely, your soul will be mine.
The nightmares I'll give you while lying in bed,
The voices you'll hear, from inside your head.
The sweats, the shakes, the visions you'll see,
I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.
But then it's too late,
and you'll know in your heart,
That you are mine,
and we shall not part.
You'll regret that you tried me, they always do,
But you came to me, not I to you.
You knew this is would happen, many times you were told,
But you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.
You could have said no, and just walked away,
If you could live that day over, now what would you say?
I'll be your master, you will be my slave,
I'll even go with you, when you go to your grave.
Now that you have met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not? It's all up to you.
I can bring you more misery than words can tell,
Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.
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It's time to move on to the next step in the psychedelic revolution. We've reached a certain point, but we're not moving any more.
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Yellow Warrior
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Posted : Apr 10, 2007 16:04
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On 2007-04-09 21:44, Pavel wrote:
Bill Hicks
The world is like a ride at an amusement park. And when you choose to go on it, you think it's real because that's how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it's very brightly coloured and it's very loud and it's fun, for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question: Is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, "Hey – don't worry, don't be afraid ever, because this is just a ride." And we … kill those people. "Shut him up. We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real." It's just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. But it doesn't matter, because – it's just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one. Here's what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defenses each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would pay for many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.
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I heard that on one of colin oood's sets, it blew my mind away! I still get goose bumps when i listen to that set of his. Amazing!!
Rather than feeling that you're about to have the rug pulled from under you, let me teach you how to dance on a flying carpet |
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cascade
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Posted : Apr 10, 2007 17:16
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When people will release the past, everybody will experience clarity of mind, emotional aliveness and physical health. The basic cell of society in islands of light will not be a family of personalities (father, mother and children) but a family of souls (twin souls, soulmates and other members of a soul family). People will connect there energetically and telepathically with angels, guides and extraterestrials. Through islands of light a physical connection between the surface of the planet and extraterrestrial civillizations will be established.
There will be teleportation chambers in islands of light through which it will be possible to travel into the Resistance movement, for some people into the Atlantean network and also towards the Pleiadian motherships. When the network of light will be strong and stable enough this will enable mass landings of Pleiadian starships. The Pleiadians will assist humanity during its transition towards the New age and with the process of acceptance of this planet into the Galactic confederation. They will anchor energy columns that will guide planet Earth throuh its transformation during its entry into the inner section of the tachyon belt.
When the critical mass of consciousness will be achieved the first wave of Ascension will occur. Motherships of the Galactic confederation will hover as brilliant white clouds above the islands of light, where teleportation beams will descend and lift the volunteers into the motherships. Those volunteers will reappear on Earth shortly in Ascended state in their rainbow bodies of light. Soon afterwards another critical mass will be achieved and the second wave of Ascension will happen. Masses of Ascended masters that will return to Earth will prepare humanity for the third wave of Ascension and for the Evacuation. Great planetary cataclisms will begin then as a cleansing of the physical matter of the planet. At the moment of most intensive cataclisms a polar shift will happen and that will trigger the third wave of Ascension with final Evacuation. Linear time as we know it will end and Earth will enter a new, higher dimension. This is a moment when the Mayan calendar ends, a moment in 2012 |
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Pete Sideburner
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Posted : Apr 10, 2007 17:54
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Charles Bukowski:
The Genius Of The Crowd
There is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day
and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace
those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love
beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average
but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect
like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock
their finest art
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Dennis the menace
DevilsDennis Sparris McHilton
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Posted : Apr 10, 2007 21:21
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i think i did it again
i made you believe
were more then just friends
oh baby baby
it might seem like a crush
but it doesnt mean
that im serious
cause to lose all my senses
that is just so typically me
oh baby baby
oops i did it again
i played with your heart
got lost in the game
oh baby baby
oops!...you think im in love
that im sent from above
im not that innocent
you see my problem is this
im dreaming away
wishing that heroes they truly exist
i cry watching the days
cant you see im a fool
in so many ways
but to lose all my senses
that is just so typically me
oh baby baby
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Anak
Anakoluth
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Posted : Apr 11, 2007 00:03
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Porcupine Tree "The Sound of Muzak"
Hear the sound of music
Drifting in the aisles
Elevator prozac
Stretching on for miles
The music of the future
Will not entertain
It's only meant to repress
And neutralise your brain
Soul gets squeezed out
Edges get blunt
Demographic
Gives what you want
Now the sound of music
Comes in silver pills
Engineered to suit you
Building cheaper thrills
The music of rebellion
Makes you wanna rage
But it's made by millionaires
Who are nearly twice your age
One of the wonders of the world is going down
It's going down I know
It's one of the blunders of the world that no-one cares
No-one cares enough
Anakoluth A Pebble in Your Eardrum's Shoe since 2001!
http://www.myspace.com/anakoluth
http://www.ektoplazm.com/profiles/anakoluth/
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Al.x F.
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Posted : Apr 11, 2007 01:49
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Psycho Dad - Married With Children 
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Who's that riding in the sun?
Who's the man with the itchy gun?
Who's the man who kills for fun?
Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad.
He sleeps with a gun
but he loves his son
Killed his wife 'cos she weighed a ton.
Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad.
A little touched or so we're told
Killed his wife 'cos she had a cold
Might as well she was gettin' old
Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad.
He's quick with a gun
And his job ain't done.
Killed his wife by twenty-one,
Psycho Dad!
Who's that riding in the sleigh?
Who's that firing along the way?
Who's roughing up bums on Christmas day?
Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad
Who's the tall, dark stranger there.
The one with the gun and the icy stare.
The one with the scalp of his ex-wife's hair!
Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad!
Who's that riding across the plain?
Who's lost count of the wives he's slain?
Who's the man who's plumb insane?
Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad
He's a durn good pa, but he hates the law.
He's likes to eat it raw, He's Psycho Dad!
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coSmiIic r080t0n3
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Posted : Apr 11, 2007 16:21
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"Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough" - Micheal on Jack's son 
Lovely is the feelin' now
Fever, temperatures risin' now
Power (ah power) is the force the vow
That makes it happen
It asks no questions why (ooh)
So get closer (closer now) to my body now
Just love me 'til you don't know how (ooh)
Keep on with the force don't stop
Don't stop 'til you get enough
Keep on with the force don't stop
Don't stop 'til you get enough
Keep on with the force don't stop
Don't stop 'til you get enough
Keep on with the force don't stop
Don't stop 'til you get enough
Touch me and I feel on fire
Ain't nothin' like a love desire (ooh)
I'm melting (I'm melting) like hot candle wax
Sensation (ah sensation) lovely where we're at (ooh)
So let love take us through the hours
I won't be complainin'
'Cause this is love power (ooh)
Keep on with the force don't stop
Don't stop 'til you get enough
Keep on with the force don't stop
Don't stop 'til you get enough
Keep on with the force don't stop
Don't stop 'til you get enough
Keep on with the force don't stop
Don't stop 'til you get enough
Ooh
Heartbreak enemy despise
Eternal (ah eternal) love shines in my eyes (ooh)
So let love (ah let love) take us through the hours
I won't be complanin' (no no)
'Cause your love is alright, alright (ooh)
Keep on with the force don't stop
Don't stop 'til you get enough
Keep on with the force don't stop
Don't stop 'til you get enough
Keep on with the force don't stop
Don't stop 'til you get enough
Keep on with the force don't stop
Don't stop 'til you get enough
Keep on with the force don't stop
Don't stop 'til you get enough
Keep on with the force don't stop
Don't stop 'til you get enough
Keep on with the force don't stop
Don't stop 'til you get enough
Keep on with the force don't stop
Don't stop 'til you get enough
Lovely is the feeling now
I won't be complanin' (ooh ooh)
The force is love power
Keep on with the force don't stop
Don't stop 'til you get enough
(Repeat & Adlib to fade)
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coSmiIic r080t0n3
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Posted : Apr 11, 2007 16:24
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"Smooth Criminal" - Micheal on Jack's son.
Annie are you ok?
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok, Annie
Annie are you ok?
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok, Annie
Annie are you ok?
So, Annie are you ok?
Are you ok, Annie?
Annie are you ok?
So, Annie are you ok, are you ok, Annie?
(Annie are you ok?)
(Will you tell us that you're ok?)
(There's a sign in the window)
(That he struck you-a crescendo Annie)
(He came into your apartment)
(He left the bloodstains on the carpet)
(Then you ran into the bedroom)
(You were struck down)
(It was your doom)
Annie are you ok?
So, Annie are you ok?
Are you ok Annie?
Annie are you ok?
So, Annie are you ok?
Are you ok Annie?
Annie are you ok?
So, Annie are you ok?
Are you ok Annie?
You've been hit by
You've been hit by-a smooth criminal
So they came into the outway
It was Sunday-what a black day
Mouth to mouth resuscitation
Sounding heartbeats-intimidations
Annie are you ok?
So, Annie are you ok?
Are you ok Annie?
Annie are you ok?
So, Annie are you ok?
Are you ok Annie?
Annie are you ok?
So, Annie are you ok?
Are you ok Annie?
Annie are you ok?
So, Annie are you ok?
Are you ok Annie?
(Annie are you ok?)
(Will you tell us-that you're ok?)
(There's a sign in the window)
(That he struck you-a crescendo Annie)
(He came into your apartment)
(Left the bloodstains on the carpet)
(Then you ran into the bedroom)
(You were struck down)
(It was your doom)
(Annie are you ok?)
(So, Annie are you ok?)
(Are you ok Annie?)
(You've been hit by)
(You've been struck by-a smooth criminal)
Okay, I want everybody to clear the area right now!
Aaow!
(Annie are you ok?)
I don't know!
(Will you tell us, that you're ok?)
I don't know!
(There's a sign in the window)
I don't know!
(That he struck you-a crescendo Annie)
I don't know!
(He came into your apartment)
I don't know!
(Left bloodstains on the carpet)
I don't know why baby!
(Then you ran into the bedroom)
I don't know!
(You were struck down)
(It was your doom-Annie!)
(Annie are you ok?)
Dad gone it-baby!
(Will you tell us, that you're ok?)
Dad gone it-baby!
(There's a sign in the window)
Dad gone it-baby!
(That he struck you-a crescendo Annie)
Hoo! Hoo!
(He came into your apartment)
Dad gone it!
(Left bloodstains on the carpet)
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!
(Then you ran into the bedroom)
Dad gone it!
(You were struck down)
(It was your doom-Annie!)
Aaow!!!
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a3k
IsraTrance Team
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Posted : Apr 11, 2007 16:44
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TURN THE PAGE
(Bob Seger)
on a long and lonely highway east of omaha
you can listen to the engine, moanin out as one long song
you can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before
and your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
when you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do
you don't feel much like travelin', you just wish the trip was through
CHORUS:
but here I am, on the road again
here I am, up on the stage
here I go, playing the star again
there I go, turn the page
you walk into a restaraunt, strung out from the road
and you feel the eyes upon you, as you're shaking off the cold
you pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode
sometimes you can here 'em talk, other times you can't
all the same 'ole cliches: is that a woman or a man?
and you always seem outnumbered, you dare not make a stand
CHORUS
out there in the spotlight, your a million miles away
every ounce of energy, you try to give away
and the sweat pours from your body, like the music that you play
later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed
echos of the amplifiers, ringin' in your head
as you smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said
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