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POISENVILLE KIDS NO WINS/REPRISE (THIS MUST BE OUR TIME) Lyrics

by El-p

This is the sound of what you don't know killing you
This is the sound of what you don't need still true
This is the sound of what you don't want still in you
Never again

When a live wire lights little metal rail right
When a marvel of engineering steered me clear in to the plight
Right before the bodegas open, after the peak of night
Before the paper's delivered, I sat on the corner and sparked a light

The same corner I perched when I zone dropped on the block first
At almost 5 O'clock watching for sun spots or store clerks
Alone spot, almost kinda like the zone was forgot
As if the grid had been reset and couldn't catch to the clock

Or the stoop was stuck in the past a half minute
And I sat in it
With a loosie Newpy drift out of my lips, taste, half minted
Come on

And I felt like a hundred bucks in the pocket of a gambling lush
At a Wondershowzen flow with the druids of destructo luck
Fugitoid on the run again, the sky gleamed, the maroonist coloring
Layered against the bluest tone from where the thunder lived

Here I was directly under it like some dejected little gray
And they told to stay and wait for the mothership
A cotton ball in a blizzard of mischief or brain prison
With a thought that rode on the bus and came for conjugal visits

And fucked it's way into my gray matter, the tattered territory
Stayed chattering and nagging till it demanded it yell it for me
And I tried to hold the thing back', but the meditation was otherly
Fixated on what a friend said and relating it to my struggling

Metropoloid void so damn smothering
But we were children of poisenville
And saw the seduction less repugnant

And reserved the right as the triggerman
With the back up plan of self destruction
And I touched the type of chemicals
That could pull me towards that function

It's the stuff I find hard for discussion
How the fuck do you explain
Your our own self destruction
And still remain trusted?

To answer the question, yes, the city wants you gone
And thats the only thing connecting us
But the connection is so strong
So how dare you assume that I'll sleep when you're dead
This is well outside the boundaries of acceptable behavior

I will not give you the go ahead
And you will not be remembered fondly
I'm throwing down the gauntlet
Fuck you, this isn't your decision

And for all the holy fuck I give
Your little spectacle is ended
But don't think for just one second
You've honored your obligations to me

I'm serious, look in my eyes
I don't find this funny or whatever you imagine poetry
And justice feels like when you combine them
I am not going to allow this on my watch buddy
Nobodies impressed with your imagined sacrifice
Device or insurmountable regret

You are not uniquely pained
And if you go we won't be sorry
And who the hell are you to put me through
The banality of watching this

Cause many better men have gone
For clearly better reasons
And I starkly must remind you
That you have not even been trying

And that's the only thing
Remarkable about you
Stop me if I'm lying

We are always outnumbered but we were never out militiad
There's no dignity for criminals, no ministry for the wicked
In this town if you make a sound
You're the leper with the most fingers

The league of extraordinary nobodies
The other teams bringing in ringers
No faith in the majority, no hope for the little ones
Sally pulled a pistol out, Billy got a blunderbuss

So what the fuck are you feeling
That makes your struggle so wondrous?
Enough to arrogantly pull
What's left of the rug out from under us?

I think not, you're in the same barrel
All us other crabs are caught
And if I have to live, you have to live
Whether you like this shit or not
Come on

Dedicated to the drowning, and the noble futility of
The desperate friends forced to watch
And to my good friends who refused
To allow it to happen to me

You know who you are
You know what I'm talking about
Believe me, man, I promise

Never, never, never, gonna get that way again
Never, never, never, gonna get that way again
Never, never, never, gonna get that way again
Never, never, never, gonna get that way again

Never, never, never, gonna get that way again
Never, never, never, gonna get that way again
Never, never, never, gonna get that way again
Never, never, never, gonna get that way again
Never, never




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Daddy Yankee
Y me gusta tanto cuando se pega pega
Y me guaya guaya
Y se pega pega
Cuando le sueltan el dembow
Dembow bow bow
Papoose
So before leavin', yo it's a wise man I'm repeatin'
Two wrongs don't make a right, I believe in it makes a even
Paul Hardcastle
In 1965 Vietnam seemed like just another foreign war but it wasn't
It was different in many ways, as so were tose that did the fighting
In World War II the average age of the combat soldier was 26
In Vietnam he was 19
In-in-in Vietnam he was 19

The shooting and fighting of the past two weeks continued today
25 miles west of Saigon
I really wasn't sure what was going on

Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni-19 19
19, 19, 19, 19

In Vietnam the combat soldier typically served
A twelve month tour of duty
But was exposed to hostile fire almost everyday
Ni-ni-ni 19, Ni-ni-ni 19

Hundreds of thousands of men who saw heavy combat
In Vietnam were arrested since discharge
Their arrest rate is almost twice that of non-veterans of the same age
There are no accurate figures of how many of these men
Have been incarcerated

But a Veterans Administration study
Concludes that the greater of vets
Exposure to combat could more likely affect his chances
Of being arrested or convicted

This is one legacy of the Vietnam War

All those who remember the war
They won't forget what they've seen
Destruction of men in their prime
Whose average was 19

De-de-destruction
De-de-destruction
War, war

De-de-destruction, wa, wa, war, wa, war, war
De-de-destruction
War, war

After World War II the men came home together on troop ships
But the Vietnam vet often arrived home within 48 hours of jungle combat
Perhaps the most dramatic difference between
World War II and Vietnam was coming home
None of them received a hero's welcome

None of them received a heroes welcome, none of them, none of them
Ne-ne-ne, ne-ne-ne, none of them, none of them, none of them
None of them received a hero's welcome
None of them received a hero's welcome

According to a Veteran's Administration study
Half of the Vietnam combat veterans suffered from what
Psychiatrists call
Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder

Many vets complain of alienation, rage or guilt
Some succumb to suicidal thoughts
Eight to ten years after coming home
Almost eight hundred thousand men are still fighting the Vietnam War

De-de-destruction
Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni19 19
19, 19, 19, 19
Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni-19 19
19, 19, 19, 19

When we came back it was different, everybody wants to know
"How'd it happened to those guys over there?
There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
We did what we had to do

There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
People wanted us to be ashamed of what it made us
Dad had no idea what he went to fight and he is now
All we want to do is come home

All we want to do is come home
What did we do it for?
All we want to do is come home
Was it worth it
Cristina Vee
I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
Cristina Vee
I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
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