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Ecouter DALAGANG FILIPINA-MALABON COMMUNITY BAND(CONCERT @ MARILAO BULACAN)


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In The Hands Of Love (Dream Academy)

Well the truth was told, written on the mountains
And it burned, driven by the wind
And freedom walked without a name
Through poppy fields and Remembrance Days
And the words hung like winter in the air
Now that the War is over.
Put your hand in the hands of love
Now that the truth is told,
Put your hand in the hands of love
Now that the War is over,
Put your hand in the hands of love
On a white horse, clothes were stained with blood
On the battlefield with eyes of flaming fire
Standing in the sun, cried aloud to all around
Come together, come gather around the fire,
Come together
Now that the war is over.
Put your hand in the hands of love
Now that the truth is told,
Put your hand in the hands of love
Now that the war is over,
Put your hand in the hands of love
To the community of faith from the source of imitation
(Put your hand in the hands of love)
Free from the burden of association
(Put your hand in the hands of love)
The ground was shining with revelations
(Put your hand in the hands of love)
Free from the burden of association
(Put your hand in the hands of love)
Now that the War is over,
Put your hand in the hands of love.

White Collar Boy (Belle And Sebastian)

You’re a white collar boy and you gave into the law
Give in to the pressure the cops gonna getcha
You were a thieving dog at work until they caught your little paw
Your wage won’t stretch, to picking up checks
A custodial sentence you narrowly avoided
Community service you had to go along with
You’re banging the rocks at the old city docks
Poor boy poor boy poor boy poor boy

You were chained to a girl that would kill you with a look
It’s a nice way to die she’s so easy on the eye
She said let’s get away, but you played it by the book
You’re a warden’s pet, she’s a screaming suffragette
“We ain’t in prison, we’ll just finish up and go home”
She said, “Not for me, I’ve got plans for later on”
So she belted the sarge and she jumped on a barge
You fell, you fell you fell you fell

White collar, got dirt in your pants
You got egg in your hair
You got spit in your chin
White collar, scared to be bored
Blue Collar, she’s opening doors
White collar boy, on the run from the law

She said “You ain’t ugly, you can kiss me if you like”
Go ahead and kiss her, you don’t know what you’re missing
You said “Baby, you’re special,
But there’s something not quite right.”
She’s a Venus in flares and you wanna split hairs!
“I am innocent, you are a rocket.
Things were ok till you took out the copper”
Leave me alone, and get used to the chains
You’re a pain, a pain, a pain, a pain

White collar, got dirt in your pants
You got egg in your hair
You got spit in your chin
White collar, scared to be bored
Blue Collar, she’s opening doors
White collar boy, on the run from the law

The Ghetto (Krayzie Bone)




featuring O

[Krayzie]
Kill me son
Yo it's on
Come follow me to the ghetto
(Dedicated to the hustlers)
Come follow me to the ghetto
(Hustlers in the hood)
Come follow me to the ghetto
(To the projects)

1 Come follow me to the ghetto
But this ain't a place that everybody can go
(You got to be a thug to know the love in the ghetto ghetto)
Come follow me to the ghetto
No this ain't the place that everybody can go
(I say you got to be a thug to know the love in the ghetto, ghetto)

Come follow me to the ghetto
But this ain't a place that everybody can go
(You got to be a thug to know the love in the ghetto, ghetto)
Come follow me to the ghetto
Nope this ain't the place that everybody can go
(I say you got to be a thug to know the love in the ghetto, ghetto)

What a wonderful day off in the neighborhood
G-double O-D good mornin' to ya
(Wake up) get up, hey there, whassup?
Let's take a stroll through this place we call home
And everybody be knowin' your name
The PJ, where we tryin' to survive
Of all our good times after workin' all day
So we hangin' all night, drinkin'
Feelin' all right from the love in our community
You're a friend to me keepin' it real
Is what we done to get by day
You watch my back, you back is got
What a nigga from, it's like that
It ain't all good, then again, it ain't all bad
It's hard times, but some of the best times we don' had
Now can you feel me?

Repeat 1

And I gotta give my love to the projects nigga, feel me
We should let him know we ain't forgot
It's about this on your block
When they got a fist full a rocks, runnin' from the cops
Keepin' it real, they try to come up with a hundred dollar bill
If not, anything to get a meal is all right
It's all about that bank roll
Cuz when you're broke low, only the strongest survive
I know people who vanish, so just do what you need
Just demand to sit public or when they get business
And if it's illegal, just play with your fears
I hope I'm forgiven for robbin' and stealin'
Stickin' your butts up for 50s and 20s
Dollars, quarters, shit, even pennies, it don't make a difference
I'm hungry, just give me, y'all feel that?
Casualtie's caps get peeled back
It's wild down here where we live at
Real quick you could get killed, that's the way it goes
You never know
Givin' my peace to hustlers strugglin' in the ghetto, ah
Tryin' to make that money, what we'll do to make that money

Repeat 1

What you know about hard time?
What you know about the hard time?
What they know about hard time?
Say, what you know about that hard time?
I can feel it, feel it

Hard time
What they know about the hard time?
What they know about hard time?
Say, what you know about that hard time?
I can feel it, feel it

[O]
Supercat told you that the ghetto's real hot
But you's didn't listen
So we gotta deliver another rendition
For instance, everybody knows how it go
1st of the Month, don't front, you did there before
The place where random family confront you
Cops will try to hunt you
Cats will try to pump you and stunt you
Nobody wants you to succeed, just fail
The crabs in the bedroom theory
Clearly the ghetto has it's ills, but hear me
The streets is where I learned to chase goals instead of my tail
Learned I wanted to sell lyrics instead of Yale
Studio time instead of time in the cell
I was compelled to excel
But to appreciate heaven, gotta see hell

Repeat 1 until end

[Krayzie]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bone Thugs-n-Harmony comin' back atcha in the '99
DJ U-Neek, Krayzie Bone
Shouts out to my true T.H.U.G.S.
Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, Flesh
Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Representin' every thug
Every hustler
Every ghetto
Across the USA
(Got to be a thug to know the love in the ghetto)

Robbin Hood Theory (Gang Starr)




[Intro features Elijah Shabazz from Muhammad Mosque No. 7]
Peace Brother Elijah
Hey peace Guru how you doin?
I'm maintainin
Just been thinkin though man
about the situation for today's youth man the seeds man
What's your opinion on that?
Mmm that's strange I was thinkin the same thing
Somethin I read in the holy Qu'ran how it says
"Has thou seen him who belies religion?
That is one who is rough, to the orphan."
And no matter what we say our religion is
whether it's Islam, Christianity
Juddaism, Buddha-ism, Old School-ism or New School-ism
If we're not schooling the youth WITH wisdom
then the sins of the father will visit the children
And that's not keepin it real...
that's keepin it -- WRONG
Chorus: Guru
Now that we're gettin somewhere, you know we got to give back
For the youth is the future no doubt that's right and exact
Squeeze the juice out, of all the suckers power
And pour some back out, so as to water the flowers
This world is ours, that's why the demons are leary
It's our inheritance; this is my Robbin Hood Theory... Robbin Hood
Theory
Verse One: Guru
I seek Sun, deceive none, for each one must teach one
At least one must flow and show the structure, of freedom
It's me Dunn, cause petty things we don't need 'em
Let's focus to create somethin great, for all that sees them
They innocent, they know not what they face
while politicians save face genius minds lay to waste
If I wasn't kickin rhymes I'd be kickin down doors
Creatin social change and defendin the poor
The God's always been militant, and ready for war
We're gonna snatch up the ringleaders send em home in they drawers
But first where's the safe at? Let's make em show us
and tell em hurry up, give up the loot that they owe us
We bringin it back, around the way to our peeps
Cause times are way too deep, we know the Code of the Streets
Meet your defeat; this is my Robbin Hood Theory... my Robbin Hood
Theory
Verse Two: Guru
I floss my rhymes like dentals, my mental's presidential
from the wild ghetto districts to the plush resedential
Essential, would be the message that I send you
I meant to, elevate at every venue
Pops told me to pursue what is true, and nothing other
And nowadays I pave the way for troops of my young brothers
Necessary by all means, sort of like Malcolm
Before it's too late; I create, the best outcome
So I take this opportunity, yes to ruin the
Devilish forces **in up my black community
And we ain't doin no more interviews
til we get paid out the frame, like mother**in Donahue
We're taking over radio, and wack media
Cause systematically they gettin greedier and greedier
Conquering turfs with my ill organization
Takin out the man while we scan the information
You wanna rhyme you best to wait son
You can't even come near, if you ain't got our share
You front on us this year, consider yourself blown out of here
Yeah... by my Robbin Hood Theory
Chorus
Verse Three: Guru
God is Universal, he is the Ruler Universal
For those who can't follow that spells GURU when in my circle
I see all sides of my culture...
Design my thoughts like a sculpture
And chumps they wanna get with me cause I'm another entity
I'm sent to be, leadin the army of the century
Mention me, and snakes will retreat, eventually...
... due to my Robbin Hood Theory
Chorus

The Hurt (Aceyalone)




Hook: (x2)
The more I look around the more it hurts
My livelihook is poisoned my works
Fall on deaf ears a messenger bringer
With a foreign face and
Tongue and
Slightly
Twisted view of this time and space
Space cadet Ace
Reporting from base
The water hasn't a taste
The time and the place
The paper, the chase the race
Again
Verse 1:
Manifestation, reva-lation-lution
Retro-bution solution
My people are poor community war
What's the rivalry for?
The poor can't afford
Self genocide
Help 'em aside
He's on your side of the fight
Yep, but unfortunatley
Unproportionately out of order
We have Kaos
Kaos to order they're closing the border
It's a flip of the quarter
For the players, existing in this game
I'm sensing a change
That all will come to pass
Then a movement of the mass
But who am I to tell on who will prevail
And who's fail and who in the hell
Are you going to tell?
You're new to the trail
Your doomed to sail
Away
Keep watching your backs
And cover your tracks
Get up on the facts and relax
And as the dust settles another one bites
He fights but he lost his life device
He's iced my advice
Don't play unless you plan to pay the price
Hook
The more I look around the more it hurts (x5)
I quiety go berserk when I work
Hoping to find that part of my mind
That's mostly confine and blind
Yes pure and refined
Untampered with time
Subliminal sublime
The criminal's crime
I reach and climb
I keep it refined I speak and I grind
Away
Keep watching your back and cover your tracks
get up on the facts and relax
And as the dust settles another one bites
He fights but he lost his life device
He's iced my advice
Don't play unless you plan to pay the price
Hook
We all hurt sometimes. Don't we?
We all get hurt sometimes. Don't we?
We all laugh sometimes. Don't we?
We often pass the time. Don't we?
We all get mad sometimes. Don't we?
We all can flash at times. Can't we?
Have some piece of mind?
Don't we need to seize the time? Don't we?
Life is **ED up
But it can be
Some people just lucked up
Because they can see
The shit is chaotic in disguise
Guns and narcotics for or demise
And don't forget the lies
They pump you with
I rise to the occasion without a scratch or abrasion
Just a hop, skip, and jump
Away from a rock hit and a drunk
No loitering here
Aye y'all can't hang out after dark here
Excuse me sir but you can't park here!
I mean tell your dogs that they can't bark here
I mean the world is moving baby
But you gotta just Hold on
But Sometimes you can't just hold on
You gotta just let it go
Let, let, let, let, let it go

Drug Dealin' Just To Get By (Kanye West)

Oh yea, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing...
All my people thas

[chorus]
Drug dealin just to get by
Stackin money til it gets sky high
We wasn't s'posed to make it past 25
The joke's on you we still alive
Thro yo hands up in the sky and say
We don't care what people say

If this is yo firs time hearin this
You are bout to experience somethin so cold man
We never had nothin handin
Took nothin fer granted
Took nothin from no man
Man, im my own man

But as a shorty i looked up to the dope man
The only adult, man
I knew dat wasn broke, man
Flicken starter coats, man
Man, you don't know, man

This is fa my niggaz outside all winta
Cuz this summa they ain't funna
Say "Next summa im funna"
Sittin in the hoods like community colleges

This dope money here is little Tre's scholorship
Cuz ain't no tuition fa havin no ambition
An ain't no lones fa sittin yo**at home
So we forced to cell crack, rap, and git a job
You gotta do somethin man yo**is grown

[chorus - Kanye West - "kids sing, kids sing"]

The second verse is for my dogs workin 9 - 5
That still hustle cuz a nigga cain't shine off 6.55
An everybody sellin makeup, Jacobs
And BOOTLEG tapes just to get they cake up
We put shit on layaway then come back
We claim other people's kids on our income tax
We take that money, cop work, then push pounds to get paid
And we don't care what people say

Mama say she wanna move south
Scratchin lottery tickets, eyes on a new house
Bout the same time Do ran up in dudes house
Couldn't get a job so since he couldn't get work
He figyad he'd take work
The drug game bullemic It's hard to get weight
A niggaz money is homo it's hard to get straight
But we gone keep bakin til the day we git cake
And we don't care what people say
My niggaz...

[chorus - Kanye West - "kids sing, kids sing"]

You know the kids gone act a foul when you
Stop the programs from after school
Cuz they DCFS some of um dislexic
They favorite 50 cent song is 12 questions
We scream rocks blow weeds smart
You see know we smart
We ain't retartds the way teachers starve
Hold up, hold fast
We make mo cash
Now tell my mama i belong in that slow class
It's bad enuf we on wellfare
They tryin put me on the school bus wit the space fa the wheel chair
Im tryinna get the car with the chromee wheels here
They tryinna cut our lights out like we don't live here
Look what was handed fathaz abondoned us
When we get them hammaz go on call the ambulance
Sometimes i fell no one in this world undastnz us
But we dont care what people say

[chorus - Kanye West - "kids sing, kids sing"]

It's A 3 Fifty 7 (N.J.C.)

(Footsteps heard) (Door creaks open) – 5 seconds in total

Ugh! What? Is it time already? Quick shit you know…

Verse One
Double security is needed, barred up windows
Neighbours, complaining telling to out indo-s
Dogs put on guard, trained and guaranteed to be hard
Enter you end with yourself in Dudley Rd. ward
Doors board, nobody can be trusted at this moment
And the rules say, concentrate on your opponent
Don't necessarily, go and kill, shoot your way
Innocents getting sprayed, hit men getting paid
Clocks are ticking, time delayed anyway
I don't know some how, all you niggas will pay
Street corners are dark, all is seen are sparks
For my head, while looking upon the stars
No more riots, shit is quiet until something happens
Involved are more jacking! Police raids, people on bail
From jail, while getting out, have to tell a tail
You must succeed, if you suddenly fail
Before a 357 came, everything was well in the game
Bitches aren't the same still I feel the pain
Surviving through my turf, what is it now worth?
More people moved out, to another part of the Earth
Or the suburbs, outer city, where it less rains
But still blood from another victim still remains
We can all see, what the community has done
More niggas opportunity's is to purchase a gun
Then run, from all our feds, **ed up dead
Suddenly later, with either marks through the head
Or the chest, cos your life was put on jeopardy
Only my area, will be the death of me…

3 Fifty 7 (D.K – 357 to the skies)
3 Fifty 7 (D.K – 357 to the skies)
(Keep repeating while N.J talks)
You better know! You better see! You better read! Cos this is worldwide, every community and city… (Get money)
Surrounding everywhere! The cases, the chases, the papers, and release dates! You gets me bloods?

Verse Two
Not just odd numbers followed in a simple line
Recognising the pattern, adding two all the time
This isn't a 357 but a three fifty, up to the skies
I dunno how most of you niggas can say all lies
Hear my favourite, my niggas nod and hum along
All the Scully smoke's just got to my lungs
Snitches blabbing with tongues, kids with guns
Looking at the sun, we've got our reputations
Kids still wanna play on their 2nd Playstation-s
With our own black nation, we could be free
Don't you all see, what I write is like published poetry
And I better hurry, before someone causes corruption
With money and me, we don't need any introduction
Neighbourhood drama still goes on, seems like long
But it could be forever, I could probably be wrong
Gangsters don't have to dress in suits, could be armed
That's why we see the bandages on our arms
Life on track, up to the clouds for whenever I eject
The key to my streets is, the love and the respect
With dirty mother **ers what do you hoes expect?
Your plans torn to bits, it just gets you niggas vex
Before my mind was on **, just getting things
And is it all about getting the bracelet or rings?
But my path changed, a new tree being grown
Yo most of us can't ever make it on our own
That's why we have our folks, or maybe one
I've seen how a nigga, can leave the baby's mom
357, I rest my case, this is how you want it
At least I can buss 50, without getting a warrant
Immigrants still moving, thugs still be even shooting
Gets all our attention and gets us niggas all looking
Life you may wanna dream, cos things occur fast
We're making history in the present, not in the past

3 Fifty 7…
3 Fifty 7…

Hard Labor (C Bo)




[Featuring Outlaw Immortalz]
Intro: (Voice speaking)
You rang
Is you down kichy or even might love to me
Payin' bangin' another time
Look we got the trigger to quicker the caper
Fools leavin' they guns
from the guns to the care to the bed to the scoop
In this life ain't nothing they can think off
But working overtime nigga
Some mother** hard labor
Verse 1: [Kastro Outlaw Immortalz]
They got my,
Kickin' in dust, dirty
Bust me, they must be dreamin'
Trust me these cowards heard a murder
And they ain't tryin' to see it
They got 'em in there
When I was to young to be in
So now I'm comatosed, shellshocked and barely breathin'
But,
still I respect the game
Test me, you ain't Hussein
Outlaw like Josey Wales
Too tough to try to change
C-Bo, they take me, change no
We just slow at home
Ready for war plus we deadly
Verse 2: [Young Noble - Outlaw Immortalz]
I remember when one of my teachers told me
That I ain't shit, and ain't gon never be shit
Look at me now bitch and fluwed your kid with this
Now we're rainin' on our enemies
Hennessy got me critically,
suddenly, instantly
Knew their planin' with my misery
It's to me from Makaveli the general
Military mind, outlaw with camisole
Critical condition for that hoes he fold
It Hard Labor, knowin' this rap shit might save us
Not from death, but where we came from
Chorus: x2
[Napolean - Outlaw Immortalz]
Nigga, all we do is act a fool is stay thugged out (Thugged out)
And the first nigga that act up was gettin' thugged out
Change the paper...
[Young Noble - Outlaw Immortalz]
...it's Hard Labor
Made the biggest plan that niggas makin'
Sound aped, cause it is rapin'
They can't fake it more
Verse 3: [Storm - Outlaw Immortalz]
Gotta make more warriors
Runnin' through my veins
The story's told while the game's the same
** the world with your money, man, play the game
Got stuck with your heartbeat, who's to blame
What you know what I want, when you're bad as yours
Got a vision of my enemies hittin' the floor
From Makaveli to my Outlawz, I back 'em all
Keep your mind on my riches, when I even the score
First nigga where you at, speak, friend of fo'
Got a 9-G locked, it's for if you fall
Shoot first, let's play no different face
I die for the shit, nigga Hard Labor
Verse 4: [Kastro - Outlaw Immortalz]
Pick up my block, cock
Please not wanna put a stop to my plot
They locked my bitch up
And even tried to lock in my pops
It's Hard Labor, my moms, you craw me thinkin' to major
Mad, cause, nowadays too many hoes is on my pager
Pussy and paper
Pencil, politics and praise you
Chase you and even chase me
Straight to the penitentiary
Nigga, the hard life, hard fight and hard capers
Nigga, we're all thugs, overdosed in Hard Labor
(Voice Speaking):
Walked in the club and said a nigga drugs do us all
Looked up and see my nigga Big C-Bo
Verse 5: [C-Bo]
Check I was born to this life ,a sin, as a young thug
Releasin' stress over (?) gin, laced with mud
From day one I knew is wasn't no mother**in' love
They use to jump doin' hands and now they jump in new as lust
I was confused first to see a church
on this hell on earth
But it was them fools first to took earth
for what it was worth
I was raised in this great community,
when there was no unity
And niggas be on they own,
as soon they reached (?cutety?)
Be you and me
Runnin' back, in a Cadillac
Fresh of a jack
With two straps in a Pontiac
With only one life to live
I guess the Lord had only one life to give
It seems so trifully, bought a hill
This fast nigga's life's a sin
It's hell on earth, ain't nothin' worse
Than givin' birth to kid
Talk to sin until he buried to dirt
It's been a thug life since day one,
when I was thugged in
25 Years later got rid off thuggin' Hard Labor

Never Be Peace (2Pac)

Now of course I want peace on the streets
But realistically
Painting perfect pictures ain't never work
My misery was so deep
Couldn't sleep through all my pressures
In my quest for cash
I learned fast
Using violent measures
Memories of adolescent years
Their was unity
But after puberty we brought war
To our community
So many bodies dropping
Its gotta stop
I want to help
But still I'm stepping
Keeping my weapon
Must protect myself
The promise of a better tomorrow
ain't never reach me
Plus my teachers were to petrified in class to teach me
Sipping thunderbird
And g**kool-aid
Calling Earl since my stomach was empty
It seduced me to ** the world
Watch my 'lil homies
Lose there childhood to guns
Nobody cries no more
Cause we all die for fun
So why you ask me if I want peace
If you cant grant it
Niggas fighting across the whole planet
So we can never be peace

Will there ever be peace?
Or all we all just headed for doom,
Still consumed by the beefs,
And I know there never be peace,
That's why I keep my pistol when I walk the streets
Cause there can never be peace

Somebody owes me
Will they control me?, nah
I ain't a hater playa
But I want all you got
Your babies have babies
Now we fighting each other
My dogs got rabies
They biting each other
'n' it ain't hard to find a friend like mine
Big fully is a bully
And he don't mind dying
And I gotta be bright
Miss sign after sign
Time after time
After time after time
And I don't like nobody
They don't like me more
And I'm cool with that finally
But they heard it before
Dog
We living in a prison
Losing our religion on em
Thanks given when thankful just for living in hell
Damn homey I don't mean to be harsh
But it's the devil in the ghetto trying to tear it apart
And if we make it up out
We still stuck in the dark
Will there ever be peace?
Just the peace in my heart
Never

The only peace we got
Is the peace in our heart
Or the peace in our mind
Right there in piece that we hold in our waste line
Feel me dog?
Cm'on

Will there ever be peace?
Or all we all just headed for doom,
Still consumed by the beefs,
And I know there never be peace, (never)
Thats why I keep my pistol when I walk the streets
'Coz there can never be peace

Things are changing
Nigga you better fantasize
I'm only concerned about me and mine in these times
The world is a ghetto where peace is not a part of it
We all goin' need God if we plan to get out of this
Niggas spending too much time hating on each other
Niggas buyin' guns
Load em up
Aim at each other
And the victim is you and me
The secret is true indeed
The good die
Mostly over bullshit
Repeatedly
Deep in me there's a part that wants nothing but love
But the rest of me knows war is what's waiting for us
So I stays ready
Keep my pay heavy and boss up
Stack my funds and my guns
Never rely on luck
Asking God to point out the imposters
Never let no weapon formed against me prosper
Cause they'll never be peace
So don't rely on it
Soldiers die for
And in the ghetto, they trying for it
** PEACE

Will there ever be peace?
Or all we all just headed for doom,
Still consumed by the beefs,
And I know there never be peace,
That's why I keep my pistol when I walks the streets
Cause there can never be peace

Will there ever be peace?
Or all we all just headed for doom,
Still consumed by the beefs,
And I know there never be peace,
That's why I keep my pistol when I walks the streets
Cause there can never be peace

Will there ever be peace?
Or all we all just headed for doom,
Still consumed by the beefs,
And I know there never be peace,
That's why I keep my pistol when I walks the streets
Cause there can never be peace

Shit, ** peace
On the strength till my niggas get a piece
We cant have peace
How the ** we gonna live happy if we ain't got none?
You mother**ers is smiling, but I'm mean mugging
Why? Cause gotta be thugging
I've seen drugs done turned this mother** hood out
All us niggas acting up
Wild**mother** adolescents
These niggas ain't even got no childhoods no more
How the ** can you have a childhood and you have a funeral every mother** weekend
And you mother**ers talking about peace?
Nigga, it ain't no mother** peace
You ain't seen the news mother**er?
You ain't heard?
Little babies getting smoked
Mother**ers killing there whole family
'Lil kids getting thrown off buildings
Mother**ers gettin abused
Peace? Niggas you out your mother** mind?
** peace
We can't never have peace, till you mother**ers clean up this mess you made
'Till u ** clean up the dirt u dropped
'Till we get a piece
** peace
Westside

Dr Zee (Moloko)

(Get back into society)
(Back into the community)

Dimensions are parallel
But there's this funny smell
All functions are shutting down
Everything's brown
Laxadasical haze
Not phased by the maze
I'm so sick
I forgot all about my outfit

(Back into society)
(Go back into the community)

My skin is turning green
Feels like neoprene
This radioactivity
Has gotten inside of me
Oh, the shame!
Just being the same
As that Tom, Dick and Harry
I wanna be Larry

Come see Dr Zee
(Go/get back into society)
New identity
(Back into the community)

This so called lunachic
It's just so last week
Get it right in rehearsal
Try to think universal
Through the looking glass
Now tell me what do you see?
With a little hard work
We could be pretty

Come see Dr Zee
(Go/get back into society)
New identity
(Back into the community)

Come see Dr Zee
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New identity
(Back into the community)

Oh, so frivolous!
I look ridiculous
A walking absurdity
Afraid of obscurity
Mm, this elegance
Has lost its relevance
Nasty rumours are doing the rounds
And it's all over town

Come see Dr Zee
(Go/get back into society)
New identity
(Back into the community)

Come see Dr Zee
(Go/get back into society)
New identity
(Back into the community)

This monstrosity
Impending irony
Is playing on my mind
Still I'm one of a kind

Come see Dr Zee
(Go/get back into society)
New identity
(Back into the community)

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(Back into the community)
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(Back into society)
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(Ba...)

Come see Dr Zee
(Go/get back into society)
New identity
(Back into the community)

Come see Dr Zee
(Go/get back into society)
New identity
(Back into the community)


Video


This video was taken in last march 2009 @ marilao bulacan. if you are interisted in malabon community band email me @ trumpet_sax21@yahoo.com.




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