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 Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 12:21 am
Haha, I love Hot Action Cop. Amazing music. Anywho...
for those who don't talk to me on a normal basis, I'll say now that I am currently obsessed with Daft Punk, MODJO, Basement Jaxx, and the Prodigy, among many others. Dance music, boiz! I've boughten an overhead CD visor for my car, along with a comfy steering wheel cover. I've burnt a seperate Daft Punk CD, which has most of their hits plus a few tracks from Daft Club, and a few unreleased mixes. And tonight I've been working on my latest project, "Dancetacular!", a compilation of MODJO, Prodigy, and Basement Jaxx. Lineup goes as follows:
1. MODJO - Chillin' (5:10)
2. Prodigy - Breathe (5:34)
3. Basement Jaxx - Where's Your Head At (4:43)
4. Basement Jaxx - Red Alert (3:36)
5. Always Outnumbered Never Outgunned - Spitfire (5:07)
6. Basement Jaxx - Oh My Gosh (3:57)
7. Basement Jaxx - Do Your Thing (4:39)
8. Prodigy - The Way It (5:46)
9. Basement Jaxx - Cish Cash (Featuring Siouxsie Sioux) (4:1 cool
10. Prodigy - Funky s**t (5:16)
11. The Prodigy - Girls (4:07)
12. The Prodigy - Fire Starter (4:41)
13. Basement Jaxx - Plug It In (Feat JC Chasez) (4:51)
14. Basement Jaxx - Get Me Off (4:49)
15. Basement Jaxx - Good Luck (Feat Lisa Kekaula) (4:42)
16. Modjo - Lady (2step Remix) (6:13)
17. Basement Jaxx - Rendez - Vu (5:56)
18. Basement jaxx - Romeo (3:56)
19. Prodigy vs Basement Jaxx - Smack My b***h Up/Wheres Your Head At (6:32)
I'll show you the CD cover later today, it's totally rad. smile Haha.
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 4:18 am
My mate is designing a QOSTA cd cover just for fun.
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 8:05 pm
 I had to cut down on the tracks for space sake.
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 8:12 pm
real nice james
so you gonna find a way to work yourself back into the rp?
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Alex L. Skyhopper Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 8:17 pm
starting on it, yup. on Rattatak. Just following Magnus around now, it's been slow.
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 6:53 am
Of cause it is slow. We are not on at the same time much and you are not posting.
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Alex L. Skyhopper Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 8:05 pm
Artist/Band: Rascal Flatts
Lyrics for Song: Me And My Gang
Lyrics for Album: Me & My Gang
Way on down to southern Alabama
With the guitars jammin' that's where we're headed
Straight up to Butte, Montana singin' Lord I was born a ramblin' man
California to Oregon
Even New York City got one or two hillbillies ready to hit the road
It's a brother and a sister kinda thang
Raise up your hands if you all wanna hang with
Me and my gang
We live to ride, we ride to live
Me and my gang
Jump on that train
Grab a hold of them reigns
We gonna rock this thang, c**k this thang
Me and my gang
We got hippies, gypsies, freaks and geeks
High class women in Daisy Duke denim
Bangin' on gongs and singin' our songs
Dude named Elrod jammin' on an Ipod
Beer and bonfires
Wide open throttle, Coors in a bottle
It's all for one and one for all y'all
It's a brother and a sister kinda thang
Raise up your hands if you all wanna hang with
With me and my gang
We live to ride, we ride to live
Me and my gang
Jump on that train
Grab a hold of them reigns
We gonna rock this thang, c**k this thang
Me and my gang
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 7:16 am
TRANSPLANTS LYRICS
"California Babylon"
Watch me
Waitress out dressed like nurses in bondage
Brought me the check, said I want you to sign this
Union boy standing next to the rastas
There's gonna be a strike and you ain't gonna stop us
Three men standing and they love what they do
You won't see it coming, cause they wanna surprise you
Consider it done, they're gonna stand right by you
American punks don't care about you
Hollywood what you gonna do? [x2]
[Chorus:]
Don't say that you don't understand
Don't say that you can't comprehend
Don't say that you don't understand, this is California Babylon, my man
You can take away the nights with sights with bright lights
Seeks still ride, engage in street fights
Two to the head, pool of red, he's dead
Suspect fled, caught up with bloodshed
No sign of hope, we fight and sling dope
Junkies to our left, no fix, they can't cope
Violence won't cease, hand me the crow piece
No peace or sleep, we fight with police
This is the city that'll make all your dreams come true
so pay attention
[Chorus]
At last she had arrived, we turned in exhausted
Cocaine in her pocket, she can get busted
Once again she passes, now she's gone
Now she's with her friend, her beautiful young
She showed up on the scene, she was 17
Now she's 21, she does some more coke, she does some more coke
She drinks some whiskey and she smokes some dope
She thinks she's a star [x4]
Do you know who you are? [x4]
TRANSPLANTS LYRICS
"Diamonds And Guns"
Bombs going off in Sierra Leone
taken more shots than Karl Malone
Battle looms, your doom, injustice entombed
Who got the diamonds? Who gonna find them?
Who gonna mine them, when the time comes?
Diamonds and Guns, Diamonds and Guns.
[Chorus:]
It's a wicked world that we live in
It's cruel and unforgiving
It's a wicked world that we live in
It's cruel and unforgiving
Knock, knock, knock, who's that? It's Momma, son
Lookin' for the b***h who took the money and run
Now the daylight's gone and there's no more fun
And who's the ********' b***h who stole all the heroin?
Heroin, heroin, it's all gone
Smoked it all up, and now you got none
And now you look around and that's not the plan
This is not what you had in mind
I shot in heaven, now I cry
No one lives forever, in fact we all die
From those who bust shots to those who stuff cops
To those who serve rocks on all the hard blocks
Every last soul must pay the last toll
In the dice game of life, who gets the last roll?
Is it the one with the suit? The one with the sack?
The one who hides behind his ********' gun and his badge?
Negative outlook? Well that's how I'm livin'
And like he said, it's a wicked world we live in
It's a wicked world we live in
I'm wiggin out, flippin' out, hearts is what I'm rippin' out
I'm slippin' out, I'm dippin' out, killin's what I'm livin' now
Pick 'em, let me pick 'em out, spin and let me whip it out
Gat to your face with the ********' bullets stickin' out
Missin' out, diss and bout, blood's what you're pissin' out
84 I'm Crazy Horse, shootin' up, I'm illin' out
Rippin' out, I'm trippin' out, different now, I'm pimpin' out
any color at my belt and ouch while they're clippin out
Criminal I'm hittin' out, in L.A. no gettin' out
2 1 3, pack your P, fly wicked style
Listen now, I'm sinnin' out, a 6-pack I'm sippin' out
[Chorus]
yo, representin no doubt
2002 baby transplants
WHAT! HA HA HA!
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