Pretentious lyrics

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This from An Automated Response If You Will by sadly deceased punk band The Rise:

"Shut down this assembly-line quality, coin-flipping, paper-scissors-rock mentality.
You justify through cognitive dissonace, lost in the sound of machine-gun resonance."

You go.
 
I have another one, from the same band, this time in the song Goals Methodology Assessment:

"This is your social system, the unconsciousness of the commodity of form, a form of ideology.
This is your social symptom, fantasy as a support of reality, objectivity of belief.

You only die twice in this revolution, as repetition centers around these truths:
Objective conditions, repetition of history, reflexive descriptions, the image and gaze form each other.

Forget what you've been ingrained with.

Names will be meaningless."

Awesome :D
 
Fred Durst said:
YOU wanna mess with the Bizkit? - Yeah
You can't mess with the Bizkit - Why?
Cause we get it on - When?
Everyday and everynight - Oh
See this platnuim thing right here - Uh-Hu
Well we're doin it all the time - Wha?
So you better get some better beats
And uh, get some better rhymes - Doh!

TBH!
 
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got,
I'm still (I'm still) Jenny from the Block

Jennifer Lopez, a woman so conceited she likes to be known as J-Lo. :mad:

I tried something similar and I ended up as S-Wil. Which isn't so street, but kind of works in the wilds of Gloucestershire.
I've been implicated in 3 drive by muck spreadings, but the pigs ain't got nothing on me man.
 
Don't be fooled by the norks that I got
I'm still, I'm Jenny with a ****
I don't sit to piddle, you see I'm standin' up
There's something no-one knows about J-Lo...

^My eight year old cousin's version. GENIUS!

*n
 
Fallout Boy said:
From day one I talked about getting out
But not forgetting about
How my worst fears are letting out
He said why put a new address
On the same old loneliness
When breathing just passes the time
Until we all just get old and die
Now talking's just a waste of breath
And living's just a waste of death
And why put a new address
On the same old loneliness
And this is you and me
And me and you
Until we've got nothing left

Oh stfu, you whiney tart.
 
It's just a song,
just another generic mid-paced foot-tapper,
just a conservative assembly of melody and basic rhythmn.
Four-on-the-floor,
a key change as a curve-ball for the unititiated.
I'm well aware it won't change a thing,
but ever the kantian,
I won't be discouraged by the apparent chasm between means and ends.
Good old Million Dead. Almost anything of theirs is applicable here. :)
 
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more.

--Pink Floyd

Dunno what it means but damn, it sounds cool. :D
 
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