I’ve been listening to them almost my entire life and their music still blows me away…
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Pay In Blood - Bob Dylan
Dylan got political again on his latest album, Tempest. Dissin’ scumbag politicians. I love the last two verses the most. I PAY IN BLOOD, BUT NOT MY OWN.
Well I’m grinding my life out, steady and sure
Nothing more wretched than what I must endure
I’m drenched in the light that shines from the sun
I could stone you to death for the wrongs that you done
Sooner or later you make a mistake,
I’ll put you in a chain that you never will break
Legs and arms and body and bone
I pay in blood, but not my own
Night after night, Day after day
They strip your useless hopes away
The more I take the more I give
The more I die the more I live
I got something in my pocket make your eyeballs swim
I got dogs could tear you limb from limb
I’m circlin’ around the Southern Zone
I pay in blood, but not my own.
Low cards are what I’ve got
But I’ll play this hand whether I like it or not
I’m sworn to uphold the laws of God
You could put me out in front of a firing squad
I’ve been out and around with the rising men
Just like you my handsome friend
My head’s so hard, must be made of stone
I pay in blood, but not my own
Another politician coming out the abyss
Another angry beggar blowing you a kiss
You got the same eyes that your mother does
If only you could prove who your father was
Someone must of slipped a drug in yer wine
You gulped it down and you cross the line
Man can’t live by bread alone
I pay in blood, but not my own
How I made it back home, nobody knows
Or how I survived so many blows
I’ve been thru Hell, What good did it do?
You bastard! I’m suppose to respect you!
I’ll give you justice, I’ll fathom your purse
Show me your moral virtues first
Hear me holler and hear me moan
I pay in blood but not my own
You get your lover in the bed
Come here I’ll break your lousy head
Our nation must be saved and freed
You’ve been accused of murder, how do you plead?
This is how I spend my days I came to bury, not to raise
I’ll drink my fill and sleep alone
I play in blood, but not my own -
Ecce Homo - Titus Andronicus
Okay, I think by now we’ve established everything is inherently worthless
First line from the first song on the new album.
Is there a more Titus Andronicus way to begin an album?
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The Beatles - Daniel Johnston
I really wanted to be like him, but he died…
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Duquesne Whistle - Bob Dylan
IT’S BEEN OVER FIFTY YEARS SINCE HE RELEASED HIS DEBUT ALBUM!!!!
HOW DOES HE DO IT?!?!!
If you’re not still in the top of your game half a century after you began your career, you’re a failure. By Bob Dylan standards that is. Do you hear that, young and future stars?
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Insane in the Chromatophores
Watch what happens when you play Cypress Hill through a squid’s fin
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That’s how perfect my music library is.
And how little I’ve had to do today -
I wonder what it’s like to listen to The Beatles for the first time
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What’s the saddest song you know?
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I Don’t Know - Beastie Boys
What’s pleasing to the eye
In the delusion of my sight
Is not what I find when I reach into the light
I have lost my mind
I’m walking through time
Deluded as the next guy
Pretending and hoping to find
That distant peace of mind
I don’t know
Who does know
There is no Where to go
It’s not so simple as I try to wish
But then again what is?
There is no other worthy quest
So on I goHappy Birthday Adam “MCA” Yauch!
