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Name: Nanak
Country: Thailand
Birthday: 11/17/1989
Gender: Male
Interests: Music band list : AcDc,The All-American rejects,Alterbridge,Angra,Audioslave,Avenged Sevenfold,Black label Society,Black Sabbath,Bob Marley,Bob Marley+The Wailers,Cat Power,Coldplay,Cornnelius,Cradle Of Filth,Creed,Damien Rice,The Datsuns,Drowning Pool,Franz Ferdinand,Death Of A Saleman,Deep Purple,Dream Theater,Funeral For Friend,Godsmack,Green Day,Incubus,Iron Maiden,Jack Johnson,Jet,Jimmy Eat World,Joe Satriani,John Mayer,LinkinPark,Megadeath,Meatllica,Muse,My Chemical Romance,Nickelback,Nirvana,Rage Against The Machine,Red Hot Chili Pepers,StereoPhonics,Tool,Zero 7,Disturbed,Thin Lizzy,American HI-FI,Rammstien,A Perfect Circle,Bloc Party,The Used,The Vines,The White Stipes,The Hives,Blind Guardian,The Clash,The Coral,The Vonbodies,Kings of Leon,Deftones,The Distillers,Apocaliptica,The Eagles,Extreme,Wishbone Ash,Foo Fighters,Garbage,Goo Goo Dolls,Gorillaz,Jimi Hendrix,INXS,Jamiroquai,John Lennon,Joss Stone,Lenny Kravitz,Led Zeppelin,Lifehouse..... Well That Almost all Of them.
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Occupation: Retired
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MSN: nazz_17@hotmail.com
Member Since:
9/22/2005
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| "The Hunger"
Holy eyes, I never knew I'd beg down at your feet
Hold on tight I never knew I'd know much more than this
Open sky, the wave of pain the scent of you is bliss
Hungry eyes, they stare at me I know, I know
Don't go!
Summertime, the taste of saint secretes of perfume mist
Console the mind, I take it in the lips of pink I kiss
Lonely sky, the more you take the more that I give in
Holy eyes, I never knew, I know, I know
Don't go!
Hold onto the memory, it's all you got
I know you'll be there to soak up blood lost
Blood lost
Blood lost
Don't go!
Hold on to the memory, it's all you got
I know you'll be there to soak up blood lost
Hold on to the memory, it's all you got
I know you'll be there to soak up blood lost
Blood lost
Blood lost
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| "Renegades Of Funk"
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now
We're the renegades of this atomic age
This atomic age of renegades
Renegades of this atomic age
This atomic age of renegades
Since the Prehistoric ages and the days of ancient Greece
Right down through the Middle Ages
Planet earth kept going through changes
And then no renaissance came, and times continued to change
Nothing stayed the same, but there were always renegades
Like Chief Sitting Bull, Tom Paine
Dr. Martin Luther King, Malcom X
They were renegades of their time and age
So many renegades
We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk
From a different solar system many many galaxies away
We are the force of another creation
A new musical revelation
And we're on this musical mission to help the others listen
And groove from land to land singin' electronic chants like
Zulu nation
Revelations
Destroy our nations
Destroy our nations
Destroy our nations
Destroy our nations
Destroy our nations
Destroy our nations
Now renegades are the people with their own philosophies
They change the course of history
Everyday people like you and me
We're the renegades we're the people
With our own philosophies
We change the course of history
Everyday people like you and me
C'mon
We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk
Poppin', sockin', rockin' puttin' a side of hip-hop
Because where we're goin' there ain't no stoppin'
Poppin', sockin', puttin' a side of hip-hop
Because where we're goin' there ain't no stoppin'
Poppin', sockin', rockin' puttin' a side of hip-hop
'Cause we're poppin', sockin', rockin' puttin' a side of hip-hop
Poppin', sockin', rockin' puttin' a side of hip-hop
We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk
We're teachers of the funk
And not of empty popping
We're blessed with the force and the sight of electronics
With the bass, and the treble the horns and our vocals
'Cause everytime I pop into the beat we get fresh
There was a time when our music
Was something called the Bay Street beat
People would gather from all around
To get down to the big sound
You had to be a renegade in those days
To take a man to the dance floor
Say jam sucker
Say jam sucker
Say groove sucker
Say groove sucker
Say dance sucker
Say dance sucker
Now move sucker
Now move sucker
We're the renegades of funk | | |
| "Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm Of The War Drums"
Don't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window
Go back to sleep
Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils,
See, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do.
Count the bodies like sheep
Count the bodies like sheep
Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Count the bodies like sheep
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
Counting bodies like sheep
Go back to sleep
Go to sleep [x14]
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
Counting bodies like sheep
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
Counting bodies like sheep
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums [x2]
I’ll be the one to protect you from your enemies and all your demons
I'll be the one to protect you from a will to survive and a voice of reason
I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and your choices son
They're one in the same, I must isolate you…
Isolate and save you from yourself …
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| "Watch Your Words"
Watch your words
Or your words might drown you
And cure my wounds
And the light will blind you
To truly see well
You must have faith
Oh the righteous they can't wait
A saving grace
That we all know
Let us pray
Let us hold on
I can't breathe
I prefer to find a ceiling
To the hate of mine
I can't win
I can fight no more
I am drowning
And I'm sick inside
Push no more
And the day will find you
Speak no truth
And your ways will end you
It's alright
And you must move on
Though the damage
Has been done
Cherish the life
And the ones you hold
Can you change
Can you go on
I can't breathe
I prefer to find a ceiling
To the hate of mine
I can't win
I can fight no more
I am drowning
And I'm sick inside
To truly see well
You must have faith
Oh the righteous they can't wait
A saving grace
That we all know
Let us pray
Let us hold on
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| "Redefine"
Imagine your brain as a
canister filled with ink
yeah, now think of your body
as the pen where the ink resides
Fuse the two; KAPOW!
What are you now?
You're the human magic marker, won't you
please surprise my eyes?
It's in your nature,
you can paint whatever picture
you like no matter what
Ted Koppel says on channel 4 tonight
So modify this third rock from the sun
by painting myriads of pictures
with the colors of one
I'm sick of painting in black and white
my pen is dry, now I'm uptight
So sick of limiting myself
to fit your definition
Picture the scene, where whatever you thought,
would, in the blink of an eye,
manifest and become illustrated
You'd be sure man that every
line drawn reflected a life that you loved
not an existence that you hated
So, must we demonstrate that
we can't get it straight?
We've painted a picture,
now we're drowning in paint
Lets figure out what the fuck it's about
before the picture we painted
chews us up and spits us out
I'm sick of painting in black and white
my pen is dry, now I'm uptight
So sick of limiting myself
to fit your definition
Redefine
"Talk Shows On Mute"
Take a bow
Pack on powder
Wash 'em out with buzzing lights
Pay an audience to care
"Impress me" personality
Still and transfixed
The electric sheep are dreaming of your face
Enjoy you from the chemical
Comfort of America
Come one, come all
Into 1984
Yeah, three, two, one
Lights, camera, transaction
Quick, your time is almost up
Make all forget that they're the moth
Edging in towards the flame
Burn into obscurity
Still and transfixed
The electric sheep are dreaming up your fate
And judge you from the card castle
Comfort of America
Come one, come all
Into 1984
Yeah, three, two, one
Lights, camera, transaction
Your foundation is canyoning
Fault lines should be worn with pride
I hate to say it but
You're so much more
You're so much more
Endearing with the sound turned off
"Find The Real"
Stuck in the middle
I burrow inside
Back to the cradle
Away from the burdens
Of all my crimes
Before it's fatal
The past has found me
The truth come out
Always remember
With no place to fall
But straight down
I must surrender
Well it seems I've finally
Thought of everything
I want to love
I want to feel
Find peace
Find the real
There's a face I put on
All my life
The face of an angel
I look in the mirror
Only to find
The face of a stranger
And all that I've taken
I hunger for more
Cause I'm selfish
And all I'm left with
Is a crown of thorns
And I'm helpless
Well it seems I've finally
Thought of everything
I want to love
I want to feel
Find peace
Find the real
I'll trade these lies for something right
I will kill what hurts with something pure
I will be redeemed so I can breathe again
Well it seems I've finally
Thought of everything
I want to love
I want to feel
Find peace
Find the real
Watch your words
Or your words might drown you
And cure my wounds
And the light will blind you
To truly see well
You must have faith
Oh the righteous they can't wait
A saving grace
That we all know
Let us pray
Let us hold on
I can't breathe
I prefer to find a ceiling
To the hate of mine
I can't win
I can fight no more
I am drowning
And I'm sick inside
Push no more
And the day will find you
Speak no truth
And your ways will end you
It's alright
And you must move on
Though the damage
Has been done
Cherish the life
And the ones you hold
Can you change
Can you go on
I can't breathe
I prefer to find a ceiling
To the hate of mine
I can't win
I can fight no more
I am drowning
And I'm sick inside
To truly see well
You must have faith
Oh the righteous they can't wait
A saving grace
That we all know
Let us pray
Let us hold on
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