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- Dec 18 Sun 2005 07:56
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Still Don't Give A F**k
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[eminem]
A lot of people ask me.. am i afraid of death..
Hell yeah i'm afraid of death
I don't want to die yet
A lot of people think.. that i worship the devil..
That i do all types of.. retarded shit
Look, i can't change the way i think
And i can't change the way i am
But if i offended you? good
Cause i still don't give a fuck
I'm zonin off of one joint, stoppin a limo
Hopped in the window, shoppin a demo at gunpoint
A lyricist without a clue, what year is this?
Fuck a needle, here's a sword, bodypierce with this
Livin amuk, never givin a fuck
Gimme the keys i'm drunk, and i've never driven a truck
But i smoke dope in a cab
I'll stab you with the sharpest knife i can grab
Come back the next week and re-open your scab (yeah!)
A killer instinct runs in the blood
Emptyin full clips and buryin guns in the mud
I've calmed down now -- i was heavy once into drugs
I could walk around straight for two months with a buzz
My brain's gone, my soul's worn and my spirit is torn
The rest of my body's still bein operated on
I'm ducked the fuck down while i'm writin this rhyme
Cause i'm probably gonna get struck with lightnin this time
Chorus:
For all the weed that i've smoked - yo this blunt's for you
To all the people i've offended - yeah fuck you too!
To all the friends i used to have - yo i miss my past
But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass
For all the drugs that i've done - yo i'm still gon' do
To all the people i've offended - yeah fuck you too!
For everytime i reminisce - yo i miss my past
But i still don't give a fuck, y'all can kiss my ass
[eminem]
I walked into a gunfight with a knife to kill you
And cut you so fast when your blood spilled it was still blue
I'll hang you til you dangle and chain you with both ankles
And pull you apart from both angles
I wanna crush your skull til your brains leaks out of your veins
And bust open like broken water mains
So tell saddam not to bother with makin another bomb
Cause i'm crushin the whole world in my palm
Got your girl on my arm and i'm armed with a firearm
So big my entire arm is a giant firebomb
Buy your mom a shirt with a slim shady iron-on
And the pants to match ("here momma try em on")
I get imaginative with a mouth full of adjectives,
A brain full of adverbs, and a box full of laxatives
(shittin on rappers) causin hospital accidents
God help me before i commit some irresponsible acts again
Chorus
[eminem]
I wanted an album so rugged nobody could touch it
Spend a million a track and went over my budget (ohh shit!)
Now how in the fuck am i supposed to get out of debt?
I can't rap anymore - i just murdered the alphabet
Drug sickness got me doin some bugged twitches
I'm withdrawn from crack so bad my blood itches
I don't rap to get the women - fuck bitches
Give me a fat slut that cooks and does dishes
Never ran with a click - i'm a posse
Kamikaze, strappin a motherfuckin bomb across me
From the second i was born, my momma lost me
I'm a cross between manson, esham and ozzy
I don't know why the fuck i'm here in the first place
My worst day on this earth was my first birthday
Retarded? what did that nurse say? brain damage?
Fuck, i was born during the earthquake
Chorus
- Nov 25 Fri 2005 19:32
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Mark Renton
Mark Renton:
"So why did I do it?
I could offer
a million answers, all false.
The truth is
that I'm a bad person.
But that's gonna change.
I'm going to change.
This is the last
of that sort of thing.
Now I'm cleaning up,
and I'm moving on.
Going straight
and choosing life.
I'm looking forward
to it already.
I'm gonna be just like you.
The job, the family,
the fucking big television...
the washing machine,
the car, the compact disc
and electrical tin opener...
good health, low cholesterol,
dental insurance...
mortgage, starter home,
leisure wear, luggage...
three-piece suite, D.I.Y.,
game shows, junk food, children...
walks in the park,
nine-to-five, good at golf...
washing the car, choice of sweaters,
family Christmas...
indexed pension, tax exemption,
clearing gutters...
getting by, looking ahead,
the day you die."
"So why did I do it?
I could offer
a million answers, all false.
The truth is
that I'm a bad person.
But that's gonna change.
I'm going to change.
This is the last
of that sort of thing.
Now I'm cleaning up,
and I'm moving on.
Going straight
and choosing life.
I'm looking forward
to it already.
I'm gonna be just like you.
The job, the family,
the fucking big television...
the washing machine,
the car, the compact disc
and electrical tin opener...
good health, low cholesterol,
dental insurance...
mortgage, starter home,
leisure wear, luggage...
three-piece suite, D.I.Y.,
game shows, junk food, children...
walks in the park,
nine-to-five, good at golf...
washing the car, choice of sweaters,
family Christmas...
indexed pension, tax exemption,
clearing gutters...
getting by, looking ahead,
the day you die."
- Nov 14 Mon 2005 17:35
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a man gonna do what he gotta do
草包一樣的生活 - 輕鬆玩樂團
- Nov 11 Fri 2005 22:43
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時機掰
事情多得要命
為什麼要在這種時候問一些沒意義的廢話，自己都會做的事為什麼還要叫我幫你忙，不是搞定了嗎不是搞定了嗎!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
都自己決定了為什麼要問我意見說了你又不滿意那為什麼要問，為什麼做事的時候在旁邊蹉，時間到了就烙跑，不是責任制嗎!!!!不是責任制嗎!!!大家都想早回家為什麼要這麼自私，滾!!!!!馬上給我滾!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
為什麼要在這種時候問一些沒意義的廢話，自己都會做的事為什麼還要叫我幫你忙，不是搞定了嗎不是搞定了嗎!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
都自己決定了為什麼要問我意見說了你又不滿意那為什麼要問，為什麼做事的時候在旁邊蹉，時間到了就烙跑，不是責任制嗎!!!!不是責任制嗎!!!大家都想早回家為什麼要這麼自私，滾!!!!!馬上給我滾!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- Nov 07 Mon 2005 00:26
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無米樂
←陳綺貞的網誌
起床，時間是11:2x我很久沒有過這麼悠閒的生活，開學後這段日子以來緊張和急躁一直籠罩著我，我一點也不開心。 然而我以充實可以讓人更加的積極，沒想到只是換來更多的無力，我真的快要撐不住了，說是可以了解我處境的人，還是會一直給我壓力，我認為我會因為這樣得到我的力量。不過這幾天以來，我發現夢想與現實是有差距的，在我還沒有得到力量的現在，我覺得我已經沒有資源可以揮霍了，在我花了很多的時間做一些沒有實質利益的事務，也許讓我成長，但我的生活已經陷入了囧境，我沒有任何的人可以依靠，或許就這樣蒸發了，也許我就是應該這樣死皮賴臉地茍活，我也想要做自己想做的事，可是我沒有辦法。不過，晃晃老師已經伸手將困住我的枷鎖解開，雖然是我極力的呼救，但是我從來沒碰過幫人還這麼理所當然的好人，我相信他是想幫我的人。我已經不怕了。 真的很愛無米樂的人生哲學，「不能什麼事都靠政府，政府沒有那麼多錢。」 像他們這種性格的人，總能在受限的環境，找到一些活下去的精神與寄託。只會抱怨環境的人，永遠找不到出口。希望我不是這樣的人。加油。
- Nov 02 Wed 2005 02:48
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the day that feed
惡魔將手伸向我，在我實際存在地球上已經十幾年了的某一個晚上，反手掏出來，是我的純真，我聽見真實的聲音，看見真實的景象一切終於不再模糊。
響亮的玻璃瓶身敲擊的聲響，雖說是勇氣，但嚐試是好奇心的實體作為，顫抖著食道和外圍的肌肉以至
頸動脈，一陣陣酥麻，寒意從心口處漸漸八方擴散，我的第一口可樂娜。可樂娜的味道一點也不強烈，在廚子大哥的引領之下，酒的種類無關緊要，烙印在我腦海中是瓶身撞擊搖晃湧出大量的彩沫，我用我的貪婪接住了它，檸檬的香氣在回上暈開，我已經不能再嫌這入口的酒，味覺本身是佛性，受到味覺的牽制是輪迴，這意味著涅盤與此時舉著瓶子欲罷不能的醜態存在著絕對距離。然而不斷輪迴的血肉之軀，與生俱有辨識美味的本能，不能放空之前，可樂娜已經讓我屈服。
雙眼終於卸下牽跘，不再執著於血氣未定戒之在色這種瞎話，四下在我看來有環肥燕瘦盡收之趣，這並不是我對罪惡感的自我安慰，妙齡女子花枝招展地招搖，我不想對她失禮，這打扮總算是值得了。
看清了真實，是非的認知就不是循古例查經典這麼制式，也不能一味給感官牽著鼻子走，酒酐耳熱之際，聲音和良知是混雜的，求知慾是自己最大的敵人，因此對於世界有了更深層的認識。
http://alumni.nctu.edu.tw/~sinner/think/part_1/media/page1.htm
1997, 5, 20 吳文成
響亮的玻璃瓶身敲擊的聲響，雖說是勇氣，但嚐試是好奇心的實體作為，顫抖著食道和外圍的肌肉以至
頸動脈，一陣陣酥麻，寒意從心口處漸漸八方擴散，我的第一口可樂娜。可樂娜的味道一點也不強烈，在廚子大哥的引領之下，酒的種類無關緊要，烙印在我腦海中是瓶身撞擊搖晃湧出大量的彩沫，我用我的貪婪接住了它，檸檬的香氣在回上暈開，我已經不能再嫌這入口的酒，味覺本身是佛性，受到味覺的牽制是輪迴，這意味著涅盤與此時舉著瓶子欲罷不能的醜態存在著絕對距離。然而不斷輪迴的血肉之軀，與生俱有辨識美味的本能，不能放空之前，可樂娜已經讓我屈服。
雙眼終於卸下牽跘，不再執著於血氣未定戒之在色這種瞎話，四下在我看來有環肥燕瘦盡收之趣，這並不是我對罪惡感的自我安慰，妙齡女子花枝招展地招搖，我不想對她失禮，這打扮總算是值得了。
看清了真實，是非的認知就不是循古例查經典這麼制式，也不能一味給感官牽著鼻子走，酒酐耳熱之際，聲音和良知是混雜的，求知慾是自己最大的敵人，因此對於世界有了更深層的認識。
http://alumni.nctu.edu.tw/~sinner/think/part_1/media/page1.htm
1997, 5, 20 吳文成
- Oct 31 Mon 2005 01:43
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現象
在原則和現實之間，找不到平衡點，
然而我追求的，是短暫的滿足，是空虛的表象。
當主樂章的第一個音符灌入骨子裡，在一切快要結束的時候，身體不聽使喚的狂奔，
奔向華麗的那一頁，白駒過隙之後，殘留下的是沒人會在意的華麗。
華麗的樂章，音符的鋪陳和節拍的安排，需要灌注腦漿，扯弄琴弦同時噴撒出的夾雜著灼熱的音符，滲進骨子腦漿的結晶，穿出皮膚之後帶走了熱情，空虛的身體不由自主的一顫一顫的，跟樂器產生共鳴，就快失去意識，人體最後的衿持也被瓦解，至少大腦已經跟著律動。
一拉一扯之間，原是無法整理的思緒，共鳴描出的曲線漸漸帶出了線性多項函式，腦被牽動著，彷彿有些聲音，是演出者的詮釋，那些沒離開血管的音符，混入了歌詞之後產生更大的副作用，一團和氣不急不徐漸漸籠罩了背脊，背肌鬆弛之後整個衝著腦燒，盈著眶的點點是生成物，竄在呼吸之間的，沒什麼特別。
然而我追求的，是短暫的滿足，是空虛的表象。
當主樂章的第一個音符灌入骨子裡，在一切快要結束的時候，身體不聽使喚的狂奔，
奔向華麗的那一頁，白駒過隙之後，殘留下的是沒人會在意的華麗。
華麗的樂章，音符的鋪陳和節拍的安排，需要灌注腦漿，扯弄琴弦同時噴撒出的夾雜著灼熱的音符，滲進骨子腦漿的結晶，穿出皮膚之後帶走了熱情，空虛的身體不由自主的一顫一顫的，跟樂器產生共鳴，就快失去意識，人體最後的衿持也被瓦解，至少大腦已經跟著律動。
一拉一扯之間，原是無法整理的思緒，共鳴描出的曲線漸漸帶出了線性多項函式，腦被牽動著，彷彿有些聲音，是演出者的詮釋，那些沒離開血管的音符，混入了歌詞之後產生更大的副作用，一團和氣不急不徐漸漸籠罩了背脊，背肌鬆弛之後整個衝著腦燒，盈著眶的點點是生成物，竄在呼吸之間的，沒什麼特別。
