pilgrim wrote:

 newwavegurly wrote:

 oldviolin wrote:

 newwavegurly wrote:

 Coaxial wrote:

 newwavegurly wrote: 

Then, I go to my brother
And I say, "Brother, help me, please"
But he winds up knockin' me
Back down on my knees, 

There been times that I thought
I couldn't last for long
But now, I think I'm able
To carry on

It's been a long
A long time coming, but I know
A change gon' come
Oh yes, it will

Some of those that burn crosses
Are the same that join forces

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our mind
Whoa, have no fear for atomic energy
'Cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time

How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look?
Yes, some say it's just a part of it
We've got to fullfill the book

Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever had
Redemption songs

All I ever had
Redemption songs
These songs of freedom
Songs of freedom

Someone's taking over
And it looks like they're aiming
Right at you

Those evil-natured robots
They're programmed to destroy us
She's gotta be strong to fight them
So she's taking lots of vitamins
'Cause she knows that it'd be tragic
If those evil robots win
I know she can beat them

So you better take your time
You know there's no escape
The future sends a sign
Of things we will create

The future is inside us
It's not somewhere else

 buddy wrote:

Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you're always afraid
Step out of line, the men come and take you away.

Locked in mortal combat as the future shadows loom
The guardian of my spirit fights his way across the room
To where the sick majority infest the myths of doom
But the lanterns of children hold firm in full bloom

Hold On, Something's Happening Here - Lou Reed

Right down to the bone

I want to be a boss
I want to be a big boss
I want to boss the world around
I want to be the biggest boss
That ever bossed the world around
I want to do it right
I want to do it right away
I want to do it right now
I want to do it right away
I want to do it now

Dead, gone, detached from your reality
Pray, think of me kindly anyway
In wee hours you hear midst the gath'ring gloom
My ghostly whisper: Cogito, ergo sum