Truther Meets Mainstream

  • Truther Meets Mainstream

     mAtt updated 3 weeks, 1 day ago 1 Member · 12 Posts
  • mAtt

    Organizer
    February 7, 2021 at 6:32 am

    “Edge of The World” Blue Oyster Cult(2020)

    How many truths can you hold on to?
    How many lies have you been told?
    How many times have you been under
    Another system of control?

    Trusting everything you read
    Lost in your conspiracies
    I want to believe

    Cover ups and blacked out lines
    Everything is classified
    Follow me down the rabbit hole

    You want the facts now listen to me
    Only the truth can set you free

    Meet me at the edge of the world
    To watch it all burn
    Forget what you learned

    Meet me at the edge of the World
    To watch it all burn
    You’ll never return

    The second time I was abducted
    I tried so hard to stay aware
    With all their evil drugs coursing through my veins
    I lost my inhibitions to the darkness in their stare

    Trusting everything you read
    Lost in your conspiracies
    I want to believe

    Cover ups and blacked out lines
    Everything is classified
    Follow me down the rabbit hole

    You want the facts now listen to me
    Only the truth can set you free

    Meet me at the edge of the world
    To watch it all burn
    Forget what you learned

    Meet me at the edge of the World
    To watch it all burn
    You’ll never return

    Meet me at the edge of the World
    To watch it all burn
    You’ll never return

    Meet me at the edge of the world
    To watch it all burn
    Forget what you learned

    Meet me at the edge of the World
    To watch it all burn
    You’ll never return

    Meet me at the edge of the world
    To watch it all burn
    Forget what you learned

    Meet me at the edge of the World
    To watch it all burn
    You’ll never return

    You’ll never never never return

    Edge of the World
    I want to believe
    Edge of the World
    Edge of the World
    I want to believe
    Edge of the World

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  • mAtt

    Organizer
    February 8, 2021 at 4:32 am

    “Somebodys Gotta Do It “The Roots

    July 13, 2004

    [Hook: Devin Tha Dude]
    Somebody’s gotta be there when it gets ugly
    Somebody’s gotta be there when it gets bloody
    Somebody’s gotta get their hands dirty
    Yo, it’s a fucked up job but somebody’s gotta do it
    Somebody’s gotta come up with a plan
    And be there when the shit hits the fan
    I hope y’all out there understand
    Look man it’s a fucked up job, but somebody’s gotta do it

    [Verse 1: Black Thought]
    Yeah y’all, ideal for a lyrical perfectionist
    Raw, that’s what every soldier in my collective is
    Thought, control level is that of a gold medalist
    My level headedness make it come off so effortless
    The rebel is a opposite extreme of devilish
    Back setting it with the answer to your deficit
    My track record is hot shit, consecutive
    Smug, I got game just like a record executive
    A kiss to the feminine girls loving a gentlemen
    A genius slash gangsta with a skill for swindling
    Bet on Black
    Bet these cats that’s all gelatin
    Will fall back spittin’ them raps that’s unintelligent
    Raps that cap, rabid rattlin’ out the gattlin’
    Crippling rhymes whistlin’ past, blow you back in
    Smellin’ your blood now I’m huntin’
    Blowin’ your front in for frontin’ what up cousin?
    Oh, now it’s nothin’
    Yo, you can’t go beyond a point of no returning
    I flip like my name Turner
    That’s for certain nigga, Ted Turner, Nat Turner, nigga Ike Turner

    The raw sojourner for truth, the mic burner, yeah

    [Hook: Devin Tha Dude]
    Somebody’s gotta be there when it gets ugly
    Somebody’s gotta be there when it gets bloody
    Somebody’s gotta get their hands dirty
    Yo, it’s a fucked up job but somebody’s gotta do it
    Somebody’s gotta come up with a plan
    And be there when the shit hits the fan
    I hope y’all out there understand
    Look man it’s a fucked up job, but somebody’s gotta do it

    [Verse 2: Jean Grae]
    Mic malevolence defies violence I inherited
    Others just rentin’ it like rooms at the Sheraton
    I gotta jones like Vanessa in the devil in-
    And y’all cold like a show in the Netherlands
    Cold shoulders and frozen aortic valves –
    So I don’t form pals – conform to norms – morals different
    Gifted – use it to shift shit a mutant shape shifter when I spit it I’m liquid
    You could lick a million shots at the character of the body shell
    They’ll just richochette nigga aura’s hard as hell
    Before there was ain’t hard to tell
    The mic’s cycle coincided right with mine as well

    Since a minor I walked with the spine upstraight
    I learned to rhyme to feed the dinner plate
    I scraped barrel – even dined up on wine and steaks
    Cuz in the bone same marrow that apartheid chased
    The narrow margin with the haves and the have nots
    Will get smaller as I approach – so watch your stash box
    Fox logo if your face is local
    Get bruised till you’re the color of the Laker’s logo
    This is work niggas
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    [Hook: Devin Tha Dude]
    Somebody’s gotta be there when it gets ugly
    Somebody’s gotta be there when it gets bloody
    Somebody’s gotta get their hands dirty
    Yo, it’s a fucked up job but somebody’s gotta do it
    Somebody’s gotta come up with a plan
    And be there when the shit hits the fan
    I hope y’all out there understand
    Look man it’s a fucked up job, but somebody’s gotta do it

    [Verse 3: Mac]
    I made it – ain’t nobody believe in me
    But this rap game is like selling coke legally
    Ain’t no innovations – that takes concentration
    Nigga’s celebrating not knowing the time they wasting
    Killin’ mics is one of my aesthetics
    Rip very live so I’m an entertainer like Cedric
    Shit they play on radio’s now give me a headache
    Can’t slow me down I know where I’m headed
    Your pride can only kill you, if you let it
    Nigga’s feeling energetic
    Wanna rumble – guns will come out
    Here come the paramedics
    I’m just trying to live like I’ve Devin
    Tired of my people failin’
    We all sin – the devil, what di I tell em
    Somebody gotta get their hands dirty and shoes muddy
    I see things vividly, y’all vision is blurry
    Even if you hate – through my music you gone love
    Everybody with me and they was with me when it was ugly
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    [Hook: Devin Tha Dude]
    Somebody’s gotta be there when it gets ugly
    Somebody’s gotta be there when it gets bloody
    Somebody’s gotta get their hands dirty
    Yo, it’s a fucked up job but somebody’s gotta do it
    Somebody’s gotta come up with a plan
    And be there when the shit hits the fan
    I hope y’all out there understand
    Look man it’s a fucked up job, but somebody’s gotta do it

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  • mAtt

    Organizer
    February 10, 2021 at 4:00 am
    "Fire On Babylon" Sinead O'Connor

    January 1, 1994

    She took my father from my life oh
    Took my sister and brothers oh
    I watched her torturing my child
    Feeble I was then but now I’m grown

    Fire on Babylon
    Oh yes a change has come
    Fire on Babylon
    Fire
    Fire
    Fire

    She’s taken everything I liked
    She’s taken every lover oh
    And all along she gave me lies
    Just to make me think I loved her

    Fire on Babylon
    Oh yes a change has come
    Look what she did to her son
    Fire
    Fire
    Fire on

    Life’s backwards
    Life’s backwards
    People turn around
    The house is burned
    The house is burned
    The children are gone
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    Fire
    Fire

    Fire on Babylon
    Oh yes a change has come
    Fire on Babylon
    Fire
    Fire, oh
    Fire, oh

    Fire on Babylon
    Oh yes a change has come
    Look what she did to her son
    Look what she did to her son
    Fire, haha
    Fire, haha

    Fire
    Fire
    Fire, aha
    Fire on Babylon
    Fire on Babylon

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  • mAtt

    Organizer
    February 12, 2021 at 2:44 pm

    I couldn’t remember how to get to my photos. I quit FB in January of 2019 which I don’t regret but I really miss being able to post things. I’ve written about music for school papers and online forums but didn’t save anything and the forums are no more. One thing about this experience is that it has reignited my passion to communicate. Being in your own head all the time is not good. Trust me. Regardless of the disagreements and electricity around The Bible I find wisdom from it and don’t worry about anything else. Paul or someone else talked about how what they want to do and what they do are sometimes polar opposites. Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. For someone that is never out at work and performs everything they ask of me I’ve had so many dodged bullets there that I must take stock. About a year ago I got hired at a place that washes dogs. I informed a manager and then had to recant the quit because the dog place couldn’t move forward because it was the beginning of the covid long national nightmare. Shortly after that I thought I was hired at a convenience store and the same thing happened. Then a month ago in addition to dojo #84 I had a deposit from my work which contained extra money. Three guesses what happened to the money and the first two don’t count. I had wrongly surmised that if it had gotten that far it wouldn’t be caught. It’s just evil Babylon money anyway right? I had forgotten about it and all of a sudden I noticed my main manager and another one acting very strangely towards me. It took me a couple days to realize what happened. The error had been identified and it implicated everyone in between as failing to do their job including the software which is supposed to automatically catch someone being on the clock for too long. I had left two notes about my time and tried to get the manager to fix it when it happened. I’m not sure of all the dynamics but they evidently can’t retaliate against you for keeping money that they gave you. I’d be willing to have them take a portion out per pay but it doesn’t seem like they are even going to do that. For some reason they needed me to acknowledge that it happened so I told them that I just realized that I had been overpaid a month ago. It was a Festivus miracle! The other issue one time was that I didn’t check with a manager before leaving. i had one more thing for my closing argument which I will share with you here. Babylon say’s that you never get a second chance to make a first impression. Aren’t you better than Babylon?

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  • mAtt

    Organizer
    March 6, 2021 at 10:17 am

    (Please feel free to post any lyrics that move you)

    Ocean Breathes Salty

    Modest Mouse

    2004

    Your body may be gone, I’m gonna carry you in

    In my head, in my heart, in my soul

    And maybe we’ll get lucky and we’ll both live again

    Well, I don’t know, I don’t know

    I don’t know, don’t think so

    Well, that is that and this is this

    You tell me what you want and I’ll tell you what you get

    You get away from me, you get away from me

    Collected my belongings and I left the jail

    Well, thanks for the time, I needed to think a spell

    I had to think awhile, I had to think awhile

    The ocean breathes salty, won’t you carry it in?

    In your head, in your mouth, in your soul

    And maybe we’ll get lucky and we’ll both grow old

    Well I don’t know, I don’t know

    I don’t know, I hope so

    Well, that is that and this is this

    You tell me what you want and I’ll tell you what you get

    You get away from me, you get away from me

    Collected my belongings and I left the jail

    Well, thanks for the time, I needed to think a spell

    I had to think awhile, I had to think awhile

    Well, that is that and this is this

    Will you tell me what you saw, and I’ll tell you what you missed

    When the ocean met the sky (You missed)

    You missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye

    (You missed)

    When the Earth folded in on itself (You missed)

    And said “Good luck, for your sake I hope Heaven and Hell

    (You missed, you missed)

    Are really there, but I wouldn’t hold my breath”

    (You missed, you missed)

    You wasted life, why wouldn’t you waste death?

    (You missed, you missed)

    You wasted life, why wouldn’t you waste death?

    [Verse 3]

    The ocean breathes salty, won’t you carry it in?

    In your head, in your mouth, in your soul

    The more we move ahead the more we’re stuck in rewind

    Well, I don’t mind, I don’t mind

    How the hell could I mind?

    [Chorus 2]

    Well, that is that and this is this

    You tell me what you want and I’ll tell you what you get

    You get away from me, you get away from me

    Well, that is that and this is this

    Will you tell me what you saw and I’ll tell you what you missed

    When the ocean met the sky (You missed)

    You wasted life, why wouldn’t you waste the afterlife?

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  • mAtt

    Organizer
    March 20, 2021 at 7:02 pm


    “The Man Comes Around”

    Johnny Cash

    And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder: one of the four beasts saying: “Come and see.” And I saw. And behold, a white horse.

    There’s a man goin’ ’round takin’ names.

    And he decides who to free and who to blame.

    Everybody won’t be treated all the same.

    There’ll be a golden ladder reaching down.

    When the man comes around.

    The hairs on your arm will stand up

    At the terror in each sip and in each sup.

    Will you partake of that last offered cup

    Or disappear into the potter’s ground

    When the man comes around?

    Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.

    One hundred million angels singin’.

    Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum.

    Voices callin’, voices cryin’.

    Some are born and some are dyin’.

    It’s Alpha and Omega’s Kingdom come.

    And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.

    The virgins are all trimming their wicks.

    The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.

    It’s hard for thee to kick against the pricks.

    ‘Til Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom.

    Then the father hen will call his chickens home.

    The wise men will bow down before the throne.

    And at his feet they’ll cast their golden crowns

    When the man comes around.

    Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still.

    Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still.

    Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still.

    Listen to the words long-written down,

    When the man comes around.

    Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.

    One hundred million angels singin’.

    Multitudes are marchin’ to the big kettle drum.

    Voices callin’, voices cryin’.

    Some are born and some are dyin’.

    It’s Alpha and Omega’s Kingdom come.

    And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.

    The virgins are all trimming their wicks.

    The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.

    It’s hard for thee to kick against the pricks.

    In measured hundredweight and penny pound

    When the man comes around.

    And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts, and I looked and behold: a pale horse. And his name, that sat on him, was Death. And Hell followed with him.

  • mAtt

    Organizer
    March 29, 2021 at 1:11 am

    “Dirty Life and Times” is the opening song on Warren Zevon’s last album, The Wind, and its considered his hand-written epitaph. Although a little vague in detail, there are good metaphors about his personal life.<div>

    8/26/2003

    (https://genius.com/Warren-zevon-dirty-life-and-times-lyrics)

    Some days the sun don’t shine

    Sometimes I wonder what tomorrow’s gonna bring

    When I think about my dirty life and times

    One day I came to a fork in the road

    Folks, I just couldn’t go where I was told

    Now they’ll hunt me down and hang me for my crimes

    If I tell about my dirty life and times

    I had someone ’til she went out for a stroll

    Should have run after her

    It’s hard to find a girl with a heart of gold

    When you’re living in a four-letter world

    And if she won’t love me then her sister will

    She’s from say-one-thing-and-mean-another’s-ville

    And she can’t seem to make up her mind (Make up her mind)

    When she hears about my dirty life and times

    Ooh

    [Instrumental Break]

    [Verse 3]

    Some days I feel like my shadow’s casting me

    Some days the sun don’t shine (Don’t shine)

    Sometimes I wonder why I’m still running free

    All up and down the line

    Gets a little lonely, folks, you know what I mean

    I’m looking for a woman with low self-esteem

    To lay me out and ease my worried mind

    While I’m winding down my dirty life and times

    [Outro]

    Who’ll lay me out and ease my worried mind

    While I’m winding down my dirty life and times

    </div>

  • mAtt

    Organizer
    March 29, 2021 at 9:56 am

    <div>This is a video I made in 2014 for the last song on a hundred dollar editor.</div>

  • mAtt

    Organizer
    April 24, 2021 at 9:29 am

    Bob Dylan Lyrics

    “Infidels” (1983)

    “I And I”

    Been so long since a strange woman has slept in my bed

    Look how sweet she sleeps, how free must be her dreams

    In another lifetime she must have owned the world, or been faithfully wed

    To some righteous king who wrote psalms beside moonlit streams.

    I and I

    In creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives

    I and I

    One say to the other, no man sees my face and lives.

    Think I’ll go out and go for a walk

    Not much happening here, nothing ever does

    Besides, if she wakes up now, she’ll just want me to talk

    I got nothing to say, ‘specially about whatever was.

    I and I

    In creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives

    I and I

    One say to the other, no man sees my face and lives.

    Took an untrodden path once, where the swift don’t win the race

    It goes to the worthy, who can divide the word of truth

    Took a stranger to teach me, to look into justice’s beautiful face

    And to see an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

    I and I

    In creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives

    I and I

    One say to the other, no man sees my face and lives.

    Outside of two men on a train platform there’s nobody in sight

    They’re waiting for spring to come, smoking down the track

    The world could come to an end tonight, but that’s all right

    She could still be there sleeping when I get back.

    I and I

    In creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives

    I and I

    One say to the other, no man sees my face and lives.

    Noontime, and I’m still pushing myself along the road, the darkest part

    Into the narrow lanes, I can’t stumble or stay put

    Someone else is speaking with my mouth, but I’m listening only to my heart

    I’ve made shoes for everyone, even you, while I still go barefoot.

    I and I

    In creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives

    I and I

    One say to the other, no man sees my face and lives.

  • mAtt

    Organizer
    April 26, 2021 at 5:02 pm

    If someone stopped me on the street and asked me to describe our founder compared to the rest of the pack that brought me here, this is how I see him/what his message contains.

    “Yours Is No Disgrace”

    The Yes Album” (1971)

    Jon Anderson, Chris Squire, Tony Kaye, Steve James Howe, William Scott Bruford

    Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face

    Caesar’s palace, morning glory, silly human race

    On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place

    If the summer change to winter, yours is no disgrace

    Battleships confide in me and tell me where you are

    Shining, flying, purple wolfhound, show me where you are

    Lost in summer, morning, winter, travel very far

    Lost in losing circumstances, that’s just where you are

    Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face

    Caesar’s palace, morning glory, silly human race

    On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place

    If the summer change to winter, yours is no

    Yours is no disgrace

    Yours is no disgrace

    Yours is no disgrace

    Death defying, mutilated armies scatter the earth

    Crawling out of dirty holes, their morals, their morals disappear

    Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face

    Caesar’s palace, morning glory, silly human, silly human race

    On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place

    If the summer change to winter, yours is no

    Yours is no disgrace

    Yours is no disgrace

    Yours is no disgrace

    Battleships confide in me and tell me where you are

    Shining, flying, purple wolfhound, show me where you are

    Lost in summer, morning, winter, travel very far

    Lost in losing circumstances, that’s just where you are

  • mAtt

    Organizer
    May 1, 2021 at 11:29 pm

  • mAtt

    Organizer
    May 24, 2021 at 10:29 am

    Joni Mitchell Lyrics

    Night Ride Home 1991

    “Slouching Towards Bethlehem”

    Turning and turning

    Within the widening gyre

    The falcon cannot hear the falconer

    Things fall apart

    The centre cannot hold

    And a blood dimmed tide

    Is loosed upon the world

    Nothing is sacred

    The ceremony sinks

    Innocence is drowned

    In anarchy

    The best lack conviction

    Given some time to think

    And the worst are full of passion

    Without mercy

    Surely some revelation is at hand

    Surely it’s the second coming

    And the wrath has finally taken form

    For what is this rough beast

    Its hour come at last

    Slouching toward Bethlehem to be born

    Slouching toward Bethlehem to be born

    Hoping and hoping

    As if by my weak faith

    The spirit of this world

    Would heal and rise

    Vast are the shadows

    That straddle and strafe

    And struggle in the darkness

    Troubling my eyes

    Shaped like a lion

    It has the head of a man

    With a gaze as blank

    And pitiless as the sun

    And it’s moving its slow thighs

    Across the desert sands

    Through dark indignant

    Reeling falcons

    Surely some revelation is at hand

    Surely it’s the second coming

    And the wrath has finally taken form

    For what is this rough beast

    Its hour come at last

    Slouching toward Bethlehem to be born

    Slouching toward Bethlehem to be born

    To be born

    (Head of a man, shape of a lion)

    Raging and raging

    It rises from the deep

    Opening its eyes

    After twenty centuries

    Vexed to a nightmare

    Out of a stony sleep

    By a rocking cradle

    By the Sea of Galilee

    Surely some revelation is at hand

    Surely it’s the second coming

    And the wrath has finally taken form

    For what is this rough beast

    Its hour come at last

    Slouching toward Bethlehem to be born

    Slouching toward Bethlehem to be born

    To be born

    (Head of a man, shape of a lion)

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