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[Guest tactics truck]

Never went to church - The streets.

 

We never went to church

Just dealt with work and sometimes things will hurt

But sydney since you left us

It's so hard not to search.

 

If you were still about,

I'd ask you what I'm sposed to do now

I just get fucking a bit scared every now..

I hope I made you proud.

 

 

It's a good tune that one mate. Reckon it probaly catches how a lot of people feel after a loved one dies.

 

 

Is this about Syd Barrat?

Cos if it is someone should deffo tell him he's not dead yet.

 

It's like an argument I had in work the other day about Christopher Reeve. One of the lads was saying he's dead and I was saying 'you can't say that' just because he's not as quick as the rest of us and in a wheelchair an that, well practically a cabbage some people are sick enough to reason that he is dead already.

Anyway Syd might have gone mad and disappeared only to reappear eating sweets in Harrods but he's still technically alive.

[Guest tactics truck]

I heard Mike Skinner (The Streets) talking about this song he'd wrote for his dad, who had just recently died and he was saying that he had nothing to remind him of his dad. Not that i'm a big fan of the streets but the lyrics we're somthing like. "Now i realised, you left me, to remind me of you."

 

Thought that was quallity!

Oh sorry just seen this. It's his dad, not Syd Barret, the song.

[Section_31]

"I'll serve your ass like John McKenroe - if your bitch steps up i'm smackin the ho"

I've always loved that ditty...

[Guest tactics truck]

"I'll serve your ass like John McKenroe - if your bitch steps up i'm smackin the ho"

I've always loved that ditty...

 

Who is it though, you have to name the song and the artist or it goes out to the sudience and if they name it 1st they get the credit for that nomination.

[Section_31]

Who is it though, you have to name the song and the artist or it goes out to the sudience and if they name it 1st they get the credit for that nomination.

 

House of Pain - 'Jump Around'

Saturday night Irish Bar anthem!

[Guest tactics truck]

House of Pain - 'Jump Around'

Saturday night Irish Bar anthem!

Class

[rargh]

The greatest acapella track of all time.

 

Grandfather Tell Me A Story

Oh All Right Go And Get Your Storybook

No No Not One Of Those A Real Story

A Real Story

Yes Tell Me About When You Were A Boy

 

Well Then

I Shall Have To Take You Back With Me A Long Way In Time

 

It Was My Thirteenth Year On A Cold Winter’s Day

As I Walked Through The Enchanted Forest

I Heard The Sound Of Horses And Men At Arms

I Felt Compelled To Walk On And Find The Place Of These Sounds

When The Forest Did Clear I Was Standing On A Hill

Before Me Was A Great Plain Upon It The Armies Of The World

Standing Waiting

I Thought To Myself For Whom Or For What Are They Waiting

Suddenly A Gust Of Wind Came Up From The North

There Appeared A Lone Rider Holding A Sword Of Steel

Then From The South Came Another Bearing A Battle Ax

From The East Came A Third Holding A Spiked Club

And Finally From The West

A Rider Who Wielded A Great Hammer Of War

With Them Came Their Soldiers Of Death

Followed By An Army Of Immortals

They Were Few In Number

But The Look In Their Eyes Told All Who Beheld Them

That They Would Leave This Day Only In Victory Or Death

And There Was A Great Silence

My Heart Began To Pound

Storm Clouds Filled The Sky With Darkness

Rain Came

And The Four Winds Blew With Such Anger

That I Held Fast To A Tree

I Watched The Four Riders Raise Their Weapons Into The Air

Without Warning Screaming Their War Cry

They Led The Attack

 

 

Down To The Battle They Rode

They Met The Armies Of The World With A Mighty Clash

I Could Feel The Ground Shake

The Earth Drank Much Blood That Day

Each Of The Four Was Unto Himself A Whirlwind Of Doom

 

When The Smoke Did Clear

Many Thousands Were Dead

There Was Much Blood And Gore

Their Bodies Lay Broken And Scattered Across The Battlefield

Like Brown Leaves Blown By The Wind

And I Saw The Four Ride Together To The Top Of The Hill

While Below Them The Soldiers Of Death Assembled

All Those Who Would Now Swear Allegiance To Them

 

And The Four Spoke The Words Of The Warriors Prayer

 

Gods Of War I Call You

My Sword Is By My Side

I Seek A Life Of Honor Free From All False Pride

I Will Crack The Whip With A Bold And Mighty Hail

Cover Me With Death If I Should Ever Fail

Glory Majesty Unity

Hail Hail Hail

 

And As I Stood And Looked On

I Heard The Armies Of The World Hail Them Without End

And Their Voices Of Victory Carried Long And Far Throughout The Land

 

Well That’s It

Did You Like The Story

Yeah It Was Great

Oh Good I’m Glad

Now Off To Bed With You

Grandfather?

Yes?

Who Were Those Four Men?

Who Were They? THEY......WERE THE METAL KINGS!

[Stu Monty]

The greatest acapella track of all time.

 

Grandfather Tell Me A Story

Oh All Right Go And Get Your Storybook

No No Not One Of Those A Real Story

A Real Story

Yes Tell Me About When You Were A Boy

 

Well Then

I Shall Have To Take You Back With Me A Long Way In Time

 

It Was My Thirteenth Year On A Cold Winter’s Day

As I Walked Through The Enchanted Forest

I Heard The Sound Of Horses And Men At Arms

I Felt Compelled To Walk On And Find The Place Of These Sounds

When The Forest Did Clear I Was Standing On A Hill

Before Me Was A Great Plain Upon It The Armies Of The World

Standing Waiting

I Thought To Myself For Whom Or For What Are They Waiting

Suddenly A Gust Of Wind Came Up From The North

There Appeared A Lone Rider Holding A Sword Of Steel

Then From The South Came Another Bearing A Battle Ax

From The East Came A Third Holding A Spiked Club

And Finally From The West

A Rider Who Wielded A Great Hammer Of War

With Them Came Their Soldiers Of Death

Followed By An Army Of Immortals

They Were Few In Number

But The Look In Their Eyes Told All Who Beheld Them

That They Would Leave This Day Only In Victory Or Death

And There Was A Great Silence

My Heart Began To Pound

Storm Clouds Filled The Sky With Darkness

Rain Came

And The Four Winds Blew With Such Anger

That I Held Fast To A Tree

I Watched The Four Riders Raise Their Weapons Into The Air

Without Warning Screaming Their War Cry

They Led The Attack

 

 

Down To The Battle They Rode

They Met The Armies Of The World With A Mighty Clash

I Could Feel The Ground Shake

The Earth Drank Much Blood That Day

Each Of The Four Was Unto Himself A Whirlwind Of Doom

 

When The Smoke Did Clear

Many Thousands Were Dead

There Was Much Blood And Gore

Their Bodies Lay Broken And Scattered Across The Battlefield

Like Brown Leaves Blown By The Wind

And I Saw The Four Ride Together To The Top Of The Hill

While Below Them The Soldiers Of Death Assembled

All Those Who Would Now Swear Allegiance To Them

 

And The Four Spoke The Words Of The Warriors Prayer

 

Gods Of War I Call You

My Sword Is By My Side

I Seek A Life Of Honor Free From All False Pride

I Will Crack The Whip With A Bold And Mighty Hail

Cover Me With Death If I Should Ever Fail

Glory Majesty Unity

Hail Hail Hail

 

And As I Stood And Looked On

I Heard The Armies Of The World Hail Them Without End

And Their Voices Of Victory Carried Long And Far Throughout The Land

 

Well That’s It

Did You Like The Story

Yeah It Was Great

Oh Good I’m Glad

Now Off To Bed With You

Grandfather?

Yes?

Who Were Those Four Men?

Who Were They? THEY......WERE THE METAL KINGS!

 

Decent story but who are these metal kings again?

[rargh]

Who were they? THEY.....WERE THE - no, it's 'The Warrior's Prayer' by Manowar. Fucking hilarious track, especially the quasi-Welsh accent on the Granddad reading the story. Roly Mo reads Conan The Barbarian!

[Stu Monty]

The last verse of Sick 2 Def by Plan B is exceptional. It is a running description of a scene being described with time flowing backwards from a man being in a hearse to earlier in the day. The images that he produces are vivid and chilling.

 

The tune is on his myspace site if anyone wants to hear it: http://www.myspace.com/time4planb

[Guest TK-421]

We levelled cities for miles around

Made love on the smouldering ground

I saw the light

Oh I saw the light

It devoured the sky

Burnt out my eyes

I saw the ligggggggghhhhhhhhhhttttt

 

Mudhoney - I Saw the Light

[Paul]

From Raid by Madvillain (Madlib on the beats and MF Doom on the mic). I use this to teach assonance, rhyme and rhythm to Year 11s.

 

How Doom hold heat, and preach non-violence?

Shhh, he 'bout to start the speech, c'mon, silence

On one scary night, I saw the light

Heard a voice that sound like Barry White said "Sure you're right"

Don't let me find out who tried to bite

They better off goin to fly a kite in a firefight

during tornado time with no coat then I caught ya

Wrote the book on rhymes, a note from the author

With no headshot, he said it's been a while

Got a breadwinner style to get a inner child up in to smile

And that's no exaggeration

The doctor told a patient "It's all in your imagination negro"

Ahh, what do he know?

About the buttery flow, he need to cut the ego

Trippin, to date the Metal Fellow been rippin flows

since New York plates was ghetto yellow with broke blue writing

This is too exciting

Folks leave out the show feelin truly enlightened

They say "The Villain been spittin enough lightning

to rock shock the Boogie Down to Brighton," aight then

 

 

This one is for the hip hop haters/stereotypers. Get By by Talib Kweli:

 

[Talib]

Yeah.. my Lord.. yeah

 

[Verse 1: Talib]

We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes

We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn

We go through "Epidodes II," like "Attack of the Clones"

Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone

To get by.. just to get by

Just to get by, just to get by

We commute to computers

Spirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors

We survivalists, turned to consumers

To get by.. just to get by

Just to get by, just to get by

Ask Him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor

I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer

Me and Willa raised three daughters all by herself, with no help

I think about a struggle and I find the strength in myself

These words, melt in my mouth

They hot, like the jail cell in the South

Before my nigga Core bailed me out

To get by.. just to get by

Just to get by, just to get by

We do or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky

with the window of the red eye

Let the lead fly, some G. Rap shit, "Livin' to Let Die"

 

[Chorus: Background singers]

This morning, I woke up

Feeling brand new and I jumped up

Feeling my highs, and my lows

In my soul, and my goals

Just to stop smokin, and stop drinkin

And I've been thinkin - I've got my reasons

Just to get (by), just to get (by)

Just to get (by), just to get (by)

 

[Talib and background singers]

(ba ba ba, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da badahh

Just to get (by), just to get (by)

Just to get (by by by by by by)

(ba ba ba, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da badahh

Just to get (by), just to get (by)

Just to get (by by by by by by)

 

[Verse 2: Talib]

We keeping it gangster say "fo shizzle", "fo sheezy" and "stayin crunk"

Its easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees, and we stay drunk

Yo, I activism - attackin the system, the blacks and latins in prison

Numbers of prison they victim black in the vision

Shit and all they got is rappin to listen to

I let them know we missin you, the love is unconditional

Even when the condition is critical, when the livin is miserable

Your position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin you

Now, why would I lie? Just to get by?

Just to get by, we get fly

The TV got us reachin for stars

Not the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin for parts

Some people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers

Saturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father

They need somethin to rely on, we get high on all types of drug

When, all you really need is love

To get by.. just to get by

Just to get by, just to get by

Our parents sing like John Lennon, "Imagine all the people watch"

We rock like Paul McCartney from now until the last Beatle drop

 

[Chorus: Background singers]

This morning, I woke up

Feeling brand new and I jumped up

Feeling my high's, and my low's

In my soul, and my goals

Just to stop smoking, and stop drinking

And I've been thinking - I've got my reasons

Just to get (by), just to get (by)

Just to get (by), just to get (by)

 

[Talib: repeat 2X - with background singers]

Yoyoyo, yo

Some people cry, and some people try

Just to get by, for a piece of the pie

You love to eat and get high

We decieve when we lie, and we keepin it fly

 

Yoyoyo, yo

When, the people decide, to keep a disguise

Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside

But there's people you find

Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin the signs

 

 

 

And finally, the n-word in a slightly different context. Mr Nigga by Mos Def:

 

Say ho, everybody say ho

By the way yo

I said shake your soul like way back in the day-yo

By the way yo, everybody say ho

Everybody say hooooo- hooo

Everybody say ho

 

And check it out now

Who is the cat eatin out on the town

And make the whole dining room turn they head round

Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga

He got the speakers in the trunk with the bass on crunk

Who be ridin up in the highrise elevator

Other tenants who be prayin they ain't the new neighbor

Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga

They try to play him like a chump cause he got what they want

 

He under thirty years old but already he's a pro

Designer trousers slung low ccause his pockets stay swoll'

Could afford to get up and be anywhere he go

V.I.P. at the club, backstage at the show

(Yes y'all) the best crib, the best clothes

Hottest whips on the road neck and wrists on froze (say word)

Checks with O's o-o-o-o-ohs

Straight all across the globe watch got three time-zones

Keep the digital phone up to his dome

Two assistants, two bank accounts, two homes

One problem; even with the O's on his check

The po-po stop him and show no respect

"Is there a problem officer?" Damn straight, it's called race

That motivate the jake (woo-woo) to give chase

Say they want you successful, but that ain't the case

You livin large, your skin is dark they flash a light in your face

 

Now, who is cat dining out on the town

Maitre'd wanna take a whole year to sit him down

Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga

He got the speakers in the trunk with the bass on crunk

Now, who is the cat at Armani buyin wears

With the tourists who be askin him, do you work here?

Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga

Nigga Nigga

 

Yo, the Abstract with the Mighty Mos Def

White folks got it muffled across beneath they breathe

"I didn't say it.."

But they'll say it out loud again

When they get with they close associates and friends

You know, sneak it in with they friends at the job

Happy hour at the bar while this song is in they car

And even if they've never said it, lips stay sealed

They actions reveal how their hearts really feel

Like, late night I'm on a first class flight

The only brother in sight the flight attendent catch fright

I sit down in my seat, 2C

She approach officially talkin about, "Excuse me"

Her lips curl up into a tight space

Cause she don't believe that I'm in the right place

Showed her my boarding pass, and then she sort of gasped

All embarrassed put an extra lime on my water glass

An hour later here she comes by walkin past

"I hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph"

(Wowwww.. Mr. Nigga I love you, I have all your albums!..)

They stay on nigga patrol on american roads

And when you travel abroad they got world nigga law

Some folks get on a plane go as they please

But I go over seas and I get over-SEIZED

London Heathrow, me and my people

They think that illegal's a synonym for negro

Far away places, customs agents flagrant

They think the dark face is smuggle weight in they cases

Bags inspected, now we arrested

Attention directed to contents of our intestines

Urinalyis followed by X-rays

Interrogated and detained til damn near the next day

No evidence, no appology and no regard

Even for the big american rap star

For us especially, us most especially

A Mr Nigga VIP jail cell just for me

"If I knew you were coming I'd have baked a cake

Just got some shoe-polish, painted my face"

They say they want you successful, but then they make it stressful

You start keepin pace, they start changin up the tempo

 

Now, who is cat riding out on the town

State trooper wanna stop him in his ride, pat him down

Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga

He got the speakers in the trunk with the bass on crunk

Now, who is the cat with the hundred dollar bill

They gotta send it to the back to make sure the shit is real

Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga

Nigga Nigga.. Nigga

 

You can laugh and criticize Michael Jackson if you wanna

Woody Allen, molested and married his step-daughter

Same press kickin dirt on Michael's name

Show Woody and Soon-Yi at the playoff game, holdin hands

Sit back and just bug, think about that

Would he get that type of dap if his name was Woody Black?

O.J. found innocent by a jury of his peers

And they been fuckin with that nigga for last five years

Is it fair, is it equal, is it just, is it right?

Do you do the same shit when the defendent face is white?

If white boys doin it, well, it's success

When I start doin, well, it's suspect

Don't hate me, my folks is poor, I just got money

America's five centuries deep in cotton money

You see a lot of brothers caked up, yo straight up

It's new, y'all livin off of slave traders paper

But I'm a live though, yo I'm a live though

I'm puttin up the big swing for my kids yo

Got my mom the fat water-front crib yo

I'm a get her them pretty bay windows

I'm a cop a nice home to provide in

A safe environment for seeds to reside in

A fresh whip for my whole family to ride in

And if I'm still Mr Nigga, I won't find it suprisin

 

 

 

And finally, a bit of The Wu - Shame on a Nigga mainly for Dirty's lines, which are fucking ace and show him obviously trying to live up to his name:

 

[martial arts movie sample]

Yeah, yo, aight

Pass the meth!

(nizzuh nzza punk nigguh, yeah!)

Yeah, aight

kick the raw style, yeah

Fly that fuckin sack

 

Chorus:

 

Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga

Wu buck wild with the trigger!

Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga

Wu buck- I FUCK yo' ass up! What?

 

(HUT ONE, HUT TWO, HUT THREE, HUT!)

 

Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard, Method Man, Raekwon the Chef

 

Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut!

Styles unbreakable, shatterproof

To the young youth, ya wanna get gun? Shoot!

BLAOW! How you like me now? Don't fuck the style

Ruthless wild!

Do ya wanna getcha teeth knocked the FUCK out?

Wanna get on it like that, well then shout!

 

Yo RZA, yo razor!

Hit me with the major

The damage, my Clan understand it be flavor

Gunnin, hummin comin atcha

First I'm gonna getcha, once I gotcha, I gat-cha

You could never capture the Method Man's stature

For rhyme and for rapture, got niggaz resigning, now master

my style? Never! I put the fucking buck in the wild kid, I'm terror

Razor sharp, I sever

the head from the shoulders, I'm better

than my compeda, you mean competitor, whadeva!

Let's get together

 

[shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga

Wu buckwild with the tri-BLAOW!]

 

I react so thick, I'm phat, and YO!

Rae came blowing and blew off ya headphones black

Rap from yo Cali to Texas

Smoother than a Lexus, now's my turn to WRECK this

Brothers approach and half step, but ain't heard

HALF of it yet, and I bet you're not a fuckin vet

So, when you see me on the real, formin like Voltron

Remember I got deep like a Navy Seal!

 

Chorus:

 

[shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga

Wu buck wild with the trigger!

Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga

I'll FUCK YOUR ASS UP!]

 

Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard

 

Yo...!

I come with that ol' loco

Style from my vocal

Couldn't peep it with a pair of bi-focals

I'm no joker! Play me as a joker

Be on you like a house on fire! Smoke ya!

Crews be actin like they gangs, anyway

Be like, "Warriors! Come out and playiyay!"

Burn me, I get into shit, I let it out like diarrhea

Got burnt once, but that was only gonorrhea

Dirty, I keep shit stinks in my drawers

So I can get fzza-funky for yah

Murder, taste the flame of the Wu-Tang RAHH!

Here comes the Tiger verse Crane!

Ow, be like wild with my style

Punk! You playing me, chump, you get DUMPED

WU! Is comin THROUGH! At a theatre near YOU!

And get funk like a SHOE!

What?!

[Anny Road]

I'm serious as cancer

when I say rhythm is a dancer

 

or sumat like that.

 

anything by Desiree. Ghosts and toast. etc

[cochcaer]

Ritz to the rubble is lyrically brilliant; but then the whole damn album is.

 

Click on my site url and there should be a link to the mp3 of Who The Fuck Are Arctic Monkeys via Hype.

[Stu Monty]

Click on my site url and there should be a link to the mp3 of Who The Fuck Are Arctic Monkeys via Hype.

 

What is that URL mate?

 

I've heard that Arctic Monkeys tune; I particularly like the "Bring on the backlash" lyric.

[Dirk]

What is that URL mate?

 

I've heard that Arctic Monkeys tune; I particularly like the "Bring on the backlash" lyric.

 

CochTalk.com

[Stu Monty]

Never went to church - The streets.

 

We never went to church

Just dealt with work and sometimes things will hurt

But sydney since you left us

It's so hard not to search.

 

If you were still about,

I'd ask you what I'm sposed to do now

I just get fucking a bit scared every now..

I hope I made you proud.

 

 

It's a good tune that one mate. Reckon it probaly catches how a lot of people feel after a loved one dies.

 

I reckon it's not Sydney but "Its hit me" actually.

[cochcaer]

CochTalk.com

 

Also the Chris Martin backed version of Dry Your Eyes Mate today.

[dudek#1]

anyone heard of the crimea? saw them at my uni a few weeks ago and thought they had some fucked up yet brilliant lyrics, there's a song about trying to shag your girlfriend when she's not up for it:

 

you can call me fred flintstone,

tarzan king of the jungle,

i guess i was a little prehistoric pumpkin in your place this afternoon

i guess you just weren't interested in getting drunk and trying to start a baby boom

 

did some research on the singer/songwriter, bit of a weirdo by all accounts but i thought they was class as did john peel apparently.

[The Chief]

ok it's an oldie but (spesially for stu monty) "in the town of chimpanzees i was a monkey" loser by beck. always think that song misses out a bit by not having the line "in the town of champions i was a bluenose" it would push it up a notch!

[xabi the red]

"sometimes i wake up with the sheets soaking wet and a freight train running through the middle of my head."

 

Bruce Springsteen - 'I'm on Fire.'

 

Not sure if the boss is talking about a veteran re-living the horrors of vietnam or just a bloke who got hammered, wet himself and woke up with a raging hangover....

[Total Longo]

The shire horses rule. Longo drinks his mum's píss from the source; that's a fact people.

 

Ginger pyabs

[Stu Monty]

Ginger pyabs

 

Bit slow there weren't we?

 

You can add any lyric from Born in the USA to the list aswell.

[Guest tactics truck]

Erm.....just heard some next shit right here tonight.

 

http://www.americawestandasone.com/awsao.html

[Big Ig]

Stu, you heard the live version of Redemption Song from Robert Mali's last ever gig? Crackin stuff.