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“Tobacco Island”

[Chorus]
All to hell we must sail
For the Shores of sweet Barbados
Where the sugar cane grows taller
Than the god we once believed in
Till the butcher and his crown
Raped the land we used to sleep in
Now tommorow chimes of ghostly crimes
That haunt Tobacco Island

‘Twas 1659 forgotten now for sure
They dragged us from our homeland
With the musket and their gun
Cromwell and his roundheads
Battered all we know
Shackled hopes of freedom
We’re now but stolen goods
Darken the horizon
Blackened from the sun
This rotten cage of Bridgetown
Is where I now belong

[Chorus]

Red leg down a peg
Blistered burns the soul
The floggings they’re a plenty
But reasons there are none
Our backs belong to landlords
Where branded is there name
Paid for with ten shillings
Cheap labor never breaks
The silver moon is shinin’
Cools the copper blood
Where the livin’ meet the dead
And together dance as one

[Chorus]

Agony, will you cleanse this misery?
For it’s never again i’ll breathe
The air of home
From this sandy edge
The rolling sea breaks my revenge
With each whisper a thousand waves
I hear roar
I’m coming home

Dark is the horizon
Blackened by the sun
This rotten cage of Bridgetown
Is where I now belong

[Chorus]



“Devil’s Dance Floor”

 

Her breath began to speak 
As she stood right in front of me 
The colour of her eyes 
Were the colour of insanity 
Crushed beneath her wave 
Like a ship, I could not reach her shore 
We’re all just dancers on the Devil’s Dance Floor

Well swing a little more, little more o’er the merry-o 
Swing a little more, a little more next to me 
Swing a little more, little more o’er the merry-o 
Swing a little more, on the Devil’s Dance Floor

Pressed against her face 
I could feel her insecurity 
Her mother’d been a drunk 
And her father was obscurity 
But nothin’ ever came 
From a life that was a simple one 
So pull yourself together girl 
And have a little fun

Well she took me by the hand 
I could see she was a fiery one 
Her legs ran all the way 
Up to heaven and past Avalon 
Tell me somethin’ girl, what it is you have in store 
She said come with me now 
On the Devil’s Dance Floor

Well swing a little more, little more o’er the merry-o 
Swing a little more, a little more next to me 
Swing a little more, little more o’er the merry-o 
Swing a little more, on the Devil’s Dance Floor
Swing a little more, on the Devil’s Dance Floor

Well swing a little more, little more o’er the merry-o 
Swing a little more, a little more next to me 
Swing a little more, little more o’er the merry-o 
Swing a little more, on the Devil’s Dance Floor

The apple now is sweet 
Oh much sweeter than it ought to be 
Another little bite 
I don’t think there is much hope for me 
The sweat beneath her brow 
Travels all the way 
An’ headin’ south 
This bleedin’ heart’s cryin’ 
Cause there’s no way out

Well swing a little more, little more o’er the merry-o 
Swing a little more, a little more next to me 
Swing a little more, little more o’er the merry-o 
Swing a little more, on the Devil’s Dance Floor

Well swing a little more, little more o’er the merry-o 
Swing a little more, a little more next to me 
Swing a little more, little more o’er the merry-o 
Swing a little more, on the Devil’s Dance Floor
Swing a little more, on the Devil’s Dance Floor
Swing a little more, on the Devil’s Dance Floor


rob dougan – clubbed to death



Last night, turned off the lights and sat down to watch Nicolas Winding Refn “Drive”. The opening sequence got me hooked right there. Awesome movie and great soundtrack.

I’m giving you a night call to tell you how I feel
I want to drive you through the night, down the hills
I’m gonna tell you something you don’t want to hear
I’m gonna show you where it’s dark, but have no fear

There’s something inside you
It’s hard to explain
They’re talking about you boy
But you’re still the same

There’s something inside you
It’s hard to explain
They’re talking about you boy
But you’re still the same

I’m giving you a night call to tell you how I feel
I want to drive you through the night, down the hills
I’m gonna tell you something you don’t want to hear
I’m gonna show you where it’s dark, but have no fear

There’s something inside you
It’s hard to explain
They’re talking about you boy
But you’re still the same

There’s something inside you
It’s hard to explain
They’re talking about you boy
But you’re still the same

There’s something inside you (there’s something inside you)
It’s hard to explain (it’s hard to explain)
They’re talking about you boy (they’re talking about you boy)
But you’re still the same

mpg123 keyboard control


mpg123 keyboard shortcuts (requires -C switch):

-= terminal control keys =-
[s] or [ ] interrupt/restart playback (i.e. ‘pause’)
[f] next track
[d] previous track
[b] back to beginning of track
[p] pause while looping current sound chunk
[.] forward
[,] rewind
[:] fast forward
[;] fast rewind
[>] fine forward
[<] fine rewind
[+] volume up
[-] volume down
[r] RVA switch
[v] verbose switch
[l] list current playlist, indicating current track there
[t] display tag info (again)
[m] print MPEG header info (again)
[h] this help
[q] quit
[c] or [C] pitch up (small step, big step)
[x] or [X] pitch down (small step, big step)
[w] reset pitch to zero

source:http://justlinux.com/forum/showthread.php?t=137715

cirque du soleil – alegria


gogol bordello – undestructible


When I was younger I lived in fear
That incarceration of some kind is near
I checked my head in tact with rules
I nearly became a goddamn fool

But I’ve heard voices not in the head
Out in the air they called ahead
Through ripped out speakers
Through thick and thin
They found a shelter
Under my skin

How many darkest moments and traps
Still lay ahead of us

How many final frontiers
We gonna mount
And maybe no victory laps

But if you stepped on path of sacred art
and stuck it out through thick and thin

God knows you become one
With undestructable

And so no longer live I in fear
Them are too greedy to pay my asylum bills
This is my life and freedom is my profession
This is my mission throughout all flight duration
There is a core and it’s hardcore
All is hardcore when made with love
Love is a voice of a savage soul
This savage love is
Undestructable

Gogol…. Great Stuff!!!


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