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TASMANIAN PAIN COASTER Lyrics

by El-p

Do you think that if you were falling in space
That you would slow down after a while
Or go faster and faster?

Faster and faster
For a long time you wouldn't feel anything
Then you would burst into fire forever
And the angel's won't help you 'cause they've all gone away

Un, dos, un, dos, tres, quatro

I saw this kid walking down the street
I was like wait

Bumped into this kid I knew, he often would walk strange
So I ignored the blood on his laces so this cat could save face
The dunks and the gaze stayed in an off gray haze
And the lump in his pocket talked to the ox that he clutched safe

So I saluted him there, waiting for the A
Trapped on the empty platform without the option to escape
Gave him the standard, yo, what up man, how you landin'?
And the hypnotized response was no surprise, I maintain

Yeah, we all do, that's the standardized refrain but on some
Really real man, good to see you, really, what the dealy deal?
Oops, fuck, screwed the pooch, asked too much, knew the truth
On the train now, a caboose in his brain now, no recluse

80 blocks to uptown spot, destination vocal booth
Metro-card like, you get what you pay for stupid, no excuse
He pulled his hoody off his cabbage rugged practical
And began to fancy the words I mistakenly jostled loose

The stogie he brazenly lit where he sit looked legit
But when the flame touched to the tip I could smell it's of another nit
He leaned his head back and inhaled the newpie dip and said
"The whole design got my mind cryin' if I'm lyin' I'm dyin', shit"

This is the sound of what you don't know killing you
This is the sound of what you don't believe still true
This is the sound of what you don't want still in you
TPC motherfucker, cop a feel or two

This is the sound of what you don't know killing you
This is the sound of what you don't believe still true
This is the sound of what you don't want still in you
TPC motherfucker, cop a feel or two

The whole design got my mind cryin'
The whole design got my mind cryin' if I'm lyin' I'm dyin'
Dyin', I'm flyin', the same line, no disguise, guy, I'm bent up
Know the sky's high by coincidence and I'm tied blind insignificant
To the ground function I'm Munsoned, it's the dreaded 7/10 split again

The medic made it out to be, epidemic shaded wow for me
Evidence of pressures mounting, residential shroud, King's County
Brotherhood of the working wounded, wounded working city unit
Taking out the trash and strappin' in, let's get it movin', stupid

Many men make moves more useless
Use abuse quick, losers, juiceless
Bitch, either speak the truth or you leave toothless
Two fists of the furiously ruthless
Justice for my very own amusement with no regard for the conclusion

I swagger with rats tappin' the glass in a Gov. lab
Pass me the gloves, mask and flask of the cheapest liquor you have
In the back of the Tasmanian path, insane again laughin'
Cacklin' at the randomness of the city and all its facts

The dark art of interrogation agent skippin' class
And at last in a flash on my tip toes walkin' on cracked glass
Gats blast and wiz by fast or just catch in my calves like hold that
In other words, I'm trash, glad you asked

This is the sound of what you don't know killing you
This is the sound of what you don't believe still true
This is the sound of what you don't want still in you
TPC motherfucker, cop a feel or two

This is the sound of what you don't know killing you
This is the sound of what you don't believe still true
This is the sound of what you don't want still in you
TPC motherfucker, cop a feel or two

Your future's uncertain here now
The plot smears on the wall, wall
Said, your future's uncertain here now
The plot smears on the wall

Your future's uncertain here now
The plot smears on the wall, wall
Said, your future's uncertain here now
The plot smears on the wall

Your future's uncertain here now
The plot smears on the wall, wall
Said, your future's uncertain here now
The plot smears on the wall




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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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