Total Eclipse of the Heart / The Dan Band
Guns of Brixton [Clash cover] / Calexico
England, as portrayed by Japanese textbooks.
#PalHunger
Never Mind The Bombings, Here’s Your Six Figures / United Nations
United Nations are Geoff Rickly, the vocalist / lyricist of Thursday, Daryl Palumbo, vocalist of Glassjaw and Head Automatica, and Ben Koller, drummer for Converge.
Right next to the slave castles where the water is cursed,
From where police brutality’s not half as nice,
It makes the hood in America look like paradise,
Compared to the AIDS infested Caribbean slum,
African streets where the passports an American gun,
From where they massacre people and try to keep it quiet,
And spend the next 25 years tryna deny it,
I’m from where they cut your hands off if you make a fist,
And niggaz grow coca cause the job market doesn’t exist,
Except slave labour modern day company store,
And peacekeepers don’t ever ever ever come here no more,
From where the bombs that they used to drop on Vietnam,
Still has children born deformed 8 months before they gone,
I’m from where they lost the true meaning of the Koran,
Cause heroin is not compatible with Islam,
And niggaz know that but grow that poppy seed anyway,
Cause that food drop parachute does not come everyday,
I’m from where people pray to the gods of their conquerors,
And practically every presidents a money launderer,
From where the only place democracies acceptable,
Is if Americas candidate is electable,
And they might even have a black president but he’s useless,” Immortal Technique
wine and honey, lipstick and spit,
you coming through the door with a cigarette lit.
and i’m not supposed to think your death wish is cool,
but then i see you knocking back tequilas by the pool.
and i am the yellow rose, growing near the ground,
waiting to climb something.
sweat and water, muscle and blood,
hints about as subtle as a flashflood.
sky over california all pink and white,
something’s gonna happen somewhere tonight.
i am the yellow rose, growing near the ground,
waiting to climb something.
thunder, lightning, hot rain.
sweet smell of rotten grain.
holy basil, wolf’s bane.
crows tapping on the windowpane.
i am a yellow, yellow rose, growing near the ground,
waiting to climb something.
His beard on my beard. Caramel goodness.
The Trapeze Swinger / Iron & Wine
Drowning
by Alejandro Giraldo
Aziz Ansari on R. Kelly
Da Good Da Bad Da Ugly / Geto Boys
F*** the Carrot by Zlaya & Mara
