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evo malo o mojoj naj grupi (ima ih...) SYSTEM OF A DOWN...ja cu malo "pisati" a vi se nemojte ljutiti jer je na engleskom...........a vi se nemojte uvrijediti glupi sugavi stovatelji tokio hotela i us5!!!!!!!!!!!.....................

Three years and eight months after the release of Toxicity, one of this decade’s most corrosively powerful, relevant and down-right important albums, System of a Down— guitarist/singer Daron Malakian, singer Serj Tankian, bass player Shavo Odadjian and drummer John Dolmayan—unleashes Mezmerize /Hypnotize… Well, actually, what they’re doing is unleashing half of it—the Mezmerize half—with the understanding that attention spans aren’t what they used to be in the Too-Much-Information Age.

You can count on System, one of rock’s most daring and innovative bands, to do things in its own way, and with a level of commitment that’ll knock the wind right out of you. “This band’s what Public Enemy once was and what Rage Against the Machine never quite managed to be: the potent trifecta of credibility, sincerity and real danger,” pronounced Esquire on naming them “Best Agitators” in the magazine’s 2005 Esky Music Awards. If you were looking for the ultimate one-sentence summation of this extraordinary band, that’s pretty good. Malakian has his own take. “We’re really an honest band—that’s why people are listening to us,” he asserts. “We’re not bullshitting ourselves and we’re not bullshitting them.”

Tankian’s take is even more succinct. “Our music has always been urgent, critical and questioning, and that still remains,” he says.

“We’re artists for the sake of art,” Tankian continues. “And our expression is pure and natural in terms of where it comes from. I think that’s always better with art because, once you have something in mind and you try to achieve it, it becomes less pure in some ways. If you just let whatever expression there is come out—it might be socially viable, it might be political, romantic, humorous, a personal narrative, a philosophical thought, whatever it is—if it’s pure and it just comes out and you leave it that way, I think it’s more potent. I think it’s more real.”

Fate chose this group of Armenian Americans, two of whom were born in Lebanon, one in Armenia and another in Hollywood, as unknowing prophets. Toxicity, System’s second album, appeared on Sept. 4, 2001 and was at the top of the charts on Sept. 12, while America and the world were paralyzed with grief, shock and fear. Perhaps because the music of Toxicity was so uncompromising and yet so full of humanity at its extremes, it provided a suitably harrowing soundtrack for that unimaginable moment, striking a deep nerve. The album generated four Top 10 singles, including the #1 “Aerials,” and went on to sell 6 million copies, establishing System not as some prefab mainstream commercial entity but rather as an urgent voice in the uncharted wilderness that was heard—and believed—by a great many human beings.

Just over a year later, the band offered up Steal This Album!, made up of tracks that had been started during the Toxicity sessions but didn’t fit that album’s dedicated confrontational vibe—tracks that put a greater emphasis on melody and the two-part harmonies of Malakian and Tankian. With Steal!, System, which up to that point had pitched nothing but fastballs (although some were of the split-finger variety), showed that it had a command of all kinds of stuff, and potent stuff at that. Thus, Mezmerize /Hypnotize is both the long-awaited follow-up to Toxicity in big-picture terms and a natural progression from Steal This Album! in a musical sense.

“People ask, ‘How are you gonna compete with Toxicity?’” Malakian points out. “And the answer is: by not competing with it. By not being afraid to use the new ideas that we have. Some bands are afraid of their fans: ‘They’re not gonna like this and they’re not gonna like that.’ We don’t have that mindset. We’ve gotta impress ourselves before we impress the fans—you gotta love yourself first, you know? I’ve gotta feel like we have everything it takes to make a record that’s better than anything we’ve done.”

“I look at everything we do as a continuation because it’s the same band and the same four individuals,” says Dolmayan, “So Mezmerize /Hypnotize is still System of a Down, but definitely there’s a huge growth. It’s more melodic but at the same time more aggressive. Every album captures where you are at that moment, but almost instantly you’re in a new place, as soon as it’s recorded, so it’s just basically a window into where you’re going in the future. And how people want to look at that and understand it is really up to each individual.”

Malakian not only produced the band’s magnum opus with Rick Rubin, as he did with Toxicity and Steal This Album!, but also increased his already considerable song, arrangement and vocal contributions, stepping forward both as a lead vocalist and as one half of System’s distinctive harmonies. Malakian’s increased foreground presence poses no problems for Tankian. “It’s not hard for me because we’ve been working together for over 10 years,” Serj points out. “I don’t necessarily encompass his words when I sing them—I approach them from my perspective and what they make me feel.” This is the same sort of statement one might expect to hear from Mick Jagger in describing his relationship with Keith Richards, or Robert Plant on Jimmy Page.

Likewise, Tankian, who shared production chores on Toxicity, broadened his own contributions in terms of writing music and arranging. In addition to writing more than half of the lyrics for both Mezmerize and Hypnotize, he played acoustic guitars, pianos and synths on the new album, as well as handling the string arrangements, doing most of it in his well-appointed home studio. There’s a great deal of back and forth between them in the creation of material, as Malakian explains: “I might have a great chorus but I don’t think the verse is that great, so I’ll ask Serj, ‘Can you make the verse better?’ And he does the same thing with me on stuff that he writes.” Both artists, then, have stepped up and branched out as their band matures, but their interaction is ongoing. So many great rock & roll bands have been led by tandems, and System of a Down is no exception.

System of a Down wrote some 30 tracks for Mezmerize/Hypnotize and recorded them at Rubin's Laurel Canyon studio between June and November of 2004. The new songs are more complex, more progressive, more unorthodox and more experimental than ever, while retaining the idiosyncratic, ironic and schizophrenic qualities that make System of a Down so distinctive. Among the uncompromising songs contained on Mezmerize are “Cigaro,” “Violent Pornography,” “Sad Statue,” “Radio/Video” and “Revenga.”

According to Malakian, the ramping up of melody and vocal interaction between the two collaborators is “part of the band’s evolution.” His priorities in developing the material for Mezmerize/Hypnotize involved “just being honest as a writer—not being afraid to express different parts of my life and different parts of what I see around me. Some people kind of censor themselves; I don’t and this band doesn’t. It’s a crazy time in the world, and I just stay focused on being inspired, not only by the crazy times but also by everyday life. It all meshes together. You can look at these songs from the viewpoint of a normal Joe or you can look at it in a broader way, because there’s a world going on around this normal Joe.”

The new album’s character is encapsulated by the jaw-dropping first single, “B.Y.O.B.,” with its myriad shifts in tempo, tone and viewpoint. The track starts out with System’s signature teeth-baring ferocity, as Tankian howls like an opera singer on steroids about a world gone mad while his cohorts impersonate the RATATAT of an AK47. Then, just as abruptly, a second protagonist comes into the frame, this one a carefree dude cruising eastward on the San Bernardino Freeway en route to a party in the desert, the scene delivered via a delectable minor-key pop hook. Thereafter, like some chemically amplified fever dream, the settings keep shifting until they begin to overlap, and a voice—Malakian’s—screams, “Blast off / It’s party time / And where the fuck are you?,” setting up the bitter incantation, in yet a third distinct time signature, that sends the song—and the listener—over the edge: “Why don’t presidents fight the war? / Why do they always send the poor? / Why do they always send the poor?” The song is so epic that it seems much bigger than its 4:17 length, and when it’s over, the listener is spent, enraged and exhilarated, all at once. And that’s just the first track of an album that packs a world of compressed fury into its 37 minutes. But it isn’t gratuitous fury.

“Originally, there was, in my own performance—on the first album, for example—a lot more ferocity and rage and aggression in terms of how I expressed myself,” Serj points out. “Whereas, now, it’s almost like a way of shaking things up to raise my voice, to communicate on an intense-energy level—which I would say is as powerful as anger and rage, yet more focused and productive.”

The album ends—this half of Mezmerize/Hypnotize does, at any rate—just as thrillingly as it begins, with Malakian’s double-cheeseburger reflection on his ugly, beautiful and bizarre hometown, comprising the Spandex-style rocker “Old School Hollywood” (ironic, maybe, but bitchen for sure), inspired in part by his surreal experience on the field at Dodger Stadium for the 2003 celebrity game, segueing into “Lost in Hollywood,” a bittersweet journey back to “the streets where I grew up,” which has to be the most beautiful and haunting song this band has ever recorded. Admittedly, “bittersweet,” “beautiful” and “haunting” haven’t been used a whole lot in describing System of a Down up to now, but this band is endlessly surprising, and they refuse to be typecast. From moment to moment within any given track, they might be perceived as art rock, hard rock, Floydian prog-rock, psychedelia, politically charged hardcore, nu-metal, old metal or even Gilbert & Sullivan from some parallel universe, but in the end they’re System, period—unpredictable and indescribable.

“In terms of dichotomy and the dynamics of the songs, it just kind of comes naturally through Daron’s songwriting and my songwriting,” says Tankian. “We just go with it. To me, it’s always been interesting both musically and lyrically to put two things next to each other that don’t have a previous relationship and see what kind of relationship I can create out of them, because I think that’s creating something new. If you can make it work, it’s fun.”

The band has no overriding concept, meaning each of their albums is—just as Dolmayan says—essentially a representation of these particular individuals at a particular moment in time. Simple, right? Right. And also incredibly complex—as complex as human beings and the world they’re living in, a world seemingly without absolutes or easy answers.

“I don’t really have a side—I’m not red or blue,” says Malakian. “And since I did write a good part of the lyrics on this record, the songs tend to take a middle ground rather than being one-sided about it. I think that’s why my world and Serj’s come together so well lyrically, because he’s more politically motivated and I’m not, but some of his stuff makes mine more serious, and some of my stuff makes his stuff a little bit more human. As I was sequencing the records, I realized that if I went to a shrink and he hypnotized me, I would be singing some of these songs.”

“I don’t feel any particular responsibility in discussing social or political things,” Tankian explains. “It’s something that’s in my heart. I’ve always had a problem with injustice, whether it’s personal, national, international or universal. It’s just always bothered me to the point where I have to say or do something. I think action is worth a million words, though, as far as that’s concerned. But ultimately, if there’s one thing I’d like to do more than anything else, it’s to not take this life so seriously.”

There’s not a trace of arrogance in this band, despite the scope of its success. In its place is a disarming humility. “I didn’t find music—music found me,” Malakian says, clearly in awe of the part he feels destiny tapped him to play. Odadjian is similarly grateful to be where he is in life. “Every day that comes, I thank my Higher Power that I’m alive and doing what I do for a living, because I love it,” he says. “It’s something I’ve dreamt of doing, and I’ve worked my ass off to get where I’m at. I don’t take any of it for granted.”

They operate as a democracy, with each band member embracing his own particular role while contributing to System’s unorthodox but remarkably harmonious dynamic, which comprises intricate relationship vectors. Odadjian, for example, handles System’s stage production and is involved with the band’s videos as a director (Toxicity’s “Chop Suey” and “Aerials”) and editor (“B.Y.O.B.”) “We have our arguments,” Dolmayan acknowledges, “but in the end, if someone has a compelling argument, everyone else will listen, even if that person’s in the minority. So it’s a true democracy in that everyone’s voice is heard.” Dolmayan pauses for the punch line. “Some people talk more than others,” he quips.

And speaking of relationships, System has a deep connection with its audience. The band’s fans seem to receive the music precisely in the spirit in which it’s offered, making it the rarest of situations—particularly in the context of commercial art forms—and certainly the most rewarding. “The impact that we’ve had on people, artistically, socially and politically, is pretty amazing,” Tankian marvels. “It’s a huge compliment, and it’s a very special thing. I think System of a Down in itself is very special in that sense.

“It’s about the audience finding you, rather than you finding the audience,” Tankian offers. “A lot of bands are marketed by labels to certain demographics. With us it was just the opposite from Day One. We toured pretty heavily until we built up a certain amount of fans that bought our CDs and saw our shows before we approached radio or video in any way. So that set us apart. That’s the old-fashioned way, and it’s how bands should be broken. And that’s why I think—luckily—we’ve had a good long career, and one that’s perpetually increasing. We’re not an overnight-success kind of band.”

Remember, Mezmerize is only the first half of this serial double album, so expect another sheaf of surprises when Hypnotize sees the light of day later this year. “The end of Hypnotize will tie together Mezmerize,” Daron promises, “but it’s really tough to explain until you hear it. Individually, in my opinion, they both stand on their own, but until you hear the second one you won’t know how the two records come together as one. We’re not leavin’ you dry.”

Don’t expect these guys to ever follow any script but their own—they make it up as they go along, and yet it always turns out to be right on the nose.

“I think you do what you’re destined to do,” says Tankian, expressing what could serve as his band’s credo. “If you follow your heart and you follow your path, then you’ll always be safe with anything that you do, including art.”
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    Chop Suey

    Wake up,
    Grab a brush and put a little (makeup),
    Grab a brush and put a little,
    Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
    Hide the scars to fade away the,
    Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
    Here you go create another fable

    You wanted to,
    Grab a brush and put a little makeup,
    You wanted to,
    Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup,
    You wanted to,
    Why'd you leave the keys upon the table,
    You wanted to,

    I don't think you trust,
    In, my, self righteous suicide,
    I, cry, when angels deserve to die, Die,

    Wake up,
    Grab a brush and put a little (makeup),
    Grab a brush and put a little,
    Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
    Hide the scars to fade away the,
    Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
    Here you go create another fable

    You wanted to,
    Grab a brush and put a little makeup,
    You wanted to,
    Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup,
    You wanted to,
    Why'd you leave the keys upon the table,
    You wanted to,

    I don't think you trust,
    In, my, self righteous suicide,
    I, cry, when angels deserve to die
    In my, self righteous suicide,
    I, cry, when angels deserve to die

    Father, Father, Father, Father,
    Father/ Into your hands/I/commend my spirit,
    Father, into your hands,

    Why have you forsaken me,
    In your eyes forsaken me,
    In your thoughts forsaken me,
    In your heart forsaken, me oh,

    Trust in my self righteous suicide,
    I, cry, when angels deserve to die,
    In my self righteous suicide,
    I, cry, when angels deserve to die.

    Lyrics by: Tankian, Malakian
    Music by: Malakian

    Jet Pilot

    Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
    One that smiled when he flew over the bay,
    Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
    One that smiled when he flew over the bay.

    My horse, is a shackled old man,
    His, his remorse, was that he couldn't survey,
    The skies, right before,
    Right before they went gray,
    My horse and my remorse,
    Flying over a great bay

    Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
    One that smiled when he flew over the bay,
    Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
    One that smiled when he flew over the bay.

    My, source, is the source of all creation,
    Her, discourse, is that we all don't survey
    The skies, right before,
    Right before they go gray,
    My source, and my remorse,
    Flying over a great bay,

    Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
    One that smiled when he flew over the bay,
    Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
    One that smiled when he flew over the bay
    Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
    One that smiled when he flew over the bay,
    Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
    One that smiled when he flew over the bay.

    Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
    One that smiled when he flew over the bay,
    Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
    One that smiled when he flew over the bay
    Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
    One that smiled when he flew over the bay,
    Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
    One that smiled when he flew over the bay.


    Needles
    I cannot disguise,
    All the stomach pains,
    And the walking of the canes,
    When you, do come out,
    And you whisper up to me
    In your life of tragedy,

    But I cannot grow,
    Till you ETA the last of me,
    Oh when will I be Ree,
    And you, a parasite,
    Just find another host,
    Just another fool to roast,

    Cause you,
    My tapeworm tells me what to do,
    You,
    My tapeworm tells me where to go,
    Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, Hey
    Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, Hey
    Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, Hey
    Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, Hey

    I cannot deny,
    All the evil traits,
    And the filling of the crates,
    When you, do come out,
    And you slither up to me
    In your pimpin majesty,

    But I cannot grow,
    Till you eat the last of me,
    Oh when will I be free,
    And you, a parasite,
    Just find another host,
    Just another stool to post,

    Cause you,
    My tapeworm tells me what to do,
    You,
    My tapeworm tells me where to go,
    Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, Hey
    Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, Hey
    Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, Hey
    Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, Hey
    Pull the tapeworm out of me?

    I'm just sitting in my room,
    With a needle in my hand,
    Just waiting for the tomb,
    Of some old dying man,
    Sitting in my room,
    With a needle in my hand,
    Just waiting for the tomb,
    Of some old dying man?.

    Cause you,
    My tapeworm tells me what to do,
    You,
    My tapeworm tells me where to go,
    Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, Hey
    Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, Hey
    Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, Hey
    Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, Hey
    Hey,Hey,Hey,Hey.


    X

    Tell the people,
    Tell the people that arrive,
    Tell the people,
    Tell the people that arrive,
    We don't need to multiply,
    We don't need to multiply,
    We don't need to multiply,
    We don't need to multiply,
    Die.

    Show your people
    Show your people how we died
    Show your people
    Show your people how we died,
    We don't need to nullify,
    We don't need to nullify,
    We don't need to nullify,
    We don't need to nullify
    No need to nullify,
    No need to nullify,
    No need to nullify,
    We don't need to nullify
    Die.

    We don't need to,
    We don't need to,
    We don't need to,
    We don't need to.

    Ask your people,
    Ask your people what is right,
    Ask your people,
    Ask your people what is right,
    We don't need to multiply,
    We don't need to multiply,
    We don't need to multiply,
    We don't need to multiply,
    No need to multiply,
    No need to multiply,
    No need to multiply,
    We don't need to multiply.


    Deer Dance

    Round, Round,

    Circumventing circuses,
    Lamenting in protest,
    To visible police,
    Presence sponsored fear,

    Battalions of riot police,
    With rubber bullet kisses,
    Baton courtesy,
    Service with a smile

    Beyond the Staples Center you can see America,
    With its tired, poor, avenging disgrace,
    Peaceful, loving youth against the brutality,
    Of plastic existence.

    Pushing little children,
    With their fully automatics,
    They like to push the weak around,
    Pushing little children,
    With their fully automatics,
    They like to push the weak around.

    Round, Round,

    A rush of words,
    Pleading to disperse,
    Upon your naked walls, alive,
    A political call,
    The fall guy accord,
    We can't afford to be neutral on a moving train,

    Beyond the Staples Center you can see America,
    With its tired, poor, avenging disgrace,
    Peaceful, loving youth against the brutality,
    Of plastic existence.

    Pushing little children,
    With their fully automatics,
    They like to push the weak around,
    Pushing little children,
    With their fully automatics,
    They like to push the weak around.

    Push them around,
    A deer dance, invitation to peace,
    War staring you in the face, dressed in black.
    With a helmet, fierce,
    Trained and appropriate for the malcontents,
    For the disproportioned malcontents,
    The little boy smiled, it'll all be well,
    The little boy smiled it'll all be well,

    Pushing little children,
    With their fully automatics,
    They like to push the weak around,
    Pushing little children,
    With their fully automatics,
    They like to push the weak around.
    Pushing little children,
    With their fully automatics,
    They like to push the weak around,
    Push the weak around,
    Push the weak around,
    Push the weak around,
    They like to push the weak around.


    Bounce

    Jump, Bounce, Down, Up

    I went out on a date,
    With a girl, a bit late,
    She had so many friends,
    Gliding through many hands.
    I brought my pogo stick,
    Just to show her a trick,
    She had so many friends,
    Gliding through many hands.

    Jump Pogo?..
    Bounce Pogo,
    Down Pogo, Up Pogo

    Unannounced twister games,
    All players with no names,
    They lined up double quick,
    But just one pogo stick,
    Everyone gets to play,
    Runaway, expose',
    It was so exotic,
    But just one pogo stick.

    Jump Pogo?..
    Bounce Pogo,
    Down Pogo, Up Pogo

    Oh, I like to spread you out,
    Touching whoever's behind

    Jump Pogo?..
    Bounce Pogo,
    Down Pogo, Up Pogo



    Forest

    Walk with me my little child,
    To the forest of denial,
    Speak with me my only mind,
    Walk with me until the time,
    And make the forest turn to wine,
    You take the legend for a fall,
    You saw the product,

    Why can't you see that you are my child,
    Why don't you know that you are my mind,
    Tell everyone in the world, that I'm you,
    Take this promise to the end of you.

    Walk with me my little friend,
    Take this promise to the end,
    Speak with me my only mind,
    Walk with me until the end,
    And make the forest turn to sand,
    You take the legend for a fall,
    You saw the product,

    Why can't you see that you are my child,
    Why don't you know that you are my mind,
    Tell everyone in the world, that I'm you,
    Take this promise to the end of you.

    Take this promise for a ride,
    You saw the forest, now come inside,
    You took the legend for its fall,
    You saw the product of it all,
    No televisions in the air,
    No circumcisions on the chair,
    You made the weapons for us all,
    Just look at us now,

    Why can't you see that you are my child,
    Why don't you know that you are my mind,
    Tell everyone in the world, that I'm you,
    Take this promise to the end of you.


    ATWA

    Hey you, see me, pictures crazy,
    All the world I've seen before me passing by,
    I've got, nothing, to gain, to lose,
    All the world I've seen before me passing by,

    You don't care about how I feel,
    I don't feel it anymore,
    You don't care about how I feel,
    I don't feel it anymore
    You don't care about how I feel,
    I don't feel it anymore,
    You don't care about how I feel,
    I don't feel it anymore.

    Hey you, are me, not so pretty,
    All the world I've seen before me passing by,
    Silent my voice, I've got no choice
    All the world I've seen before me passing by,

    You don't care about how I feel,
    I don't feel it anymore,
    You don't care about how I feel,
    I don't feel it anymore
    You don't care about how I feel,
    I don't feel it anymore,
    You don't care about how I feel,
    I don't feel it anymore
    I don't see, anymore,
    I don't hear, anymore,
    I don't speak anymore,
    I don't feel.

    Hey you, see me, pictures crazy,
    All the world I've seen before me passing by,
    I've got, nothing, to gain, to lose,
    All the world I've seen before me passing by,

    You don't care about how I feel,
    I don't feel it anymore,
    You don't care about how I feel,
    I don't feel it anymore
    You don't care about how I feel,
    I don't feel it anymore,
    You don't care about how I feel,
    I don't feel it anymore
    I don't sleep, anymore,
    I don't eat, anymore,
    I don't live anymore,
    I don't feel.


    Science

    Making two possibilities a reality,
    Predicting the future of things we all know,
    Fighting off the diseased programming
    Of centuries, centuries, centuries, centuries.

    Science fails to recognize the single most
    Potent element of human existence
    letting the reigns go to the unfolding
    Is faith, faith, faith, faith.

    Science has failed our world
    Science has failed our Mother Earth.

    Science fails to recognize the single most
    Potent element of human existence
    letting the reigns go to the unfolding
    Is faith, faith, faith, faith.

    Science has failed our world
    Science has failed our Mother Earth.
    Spirit-moves-through-all-things
    Spirit-moves-through-all-things
    Spirit-moves-through-all-things,
    Spirit-moves-through-all-things
    Spirit-moves-through-all-things
    Spirit-moves-through-all-things.

    letting the reigns go to the unfolding
    Is faith, faith, faith, faith
    letting the reigns go to the unfolding
    Is faith, faith, faith, faith.

    Science has failed our world
    Science has failed our Mother Earth.

    Spirit-moves-through-all-things
    Spirit-moves-through-all-things
    Spirit-moves-through-all-things,
    Spirit-moves-through-all-things
    Spirit-moves-through-all-things
    Spirit-moves-through-all-things
    Spirit-moves-through-all-things
    Spirit-moves-through-all-things
    Spirit-moves-through-all-things,
    Spirit-moves-through-all-things
    Spirit-moves-through-all-things
    Spirit-moves-through-all-things
    Science has failed our Mother Earth.


    Shimmy
    Education, fornication, in you are, Go,
    Education, subjugation, now you're out, Go,
    Education, fornication, in you are, Go,
    Don't be late for school again boy

    I think me, I want life,
    I think me, I want a house and a wife,
    I want to shimmy- shimmy- shimmy through the break of dawn, yeah.

    Education, fornication, in you are, Go,
    Education, subjugation, now you're out, Go,
    Education, fornication, in you are, Go,
    Don't be late for school again girl

    I think me, I want life,
    I think me, I want a house and a wife,
    I want to shimmy- shimmy- shimmy through the break of dawn, yeah.
    I think me, I want life,
    I think me, I want a house and a wife,
    I want to shimmy- shimmy- shimmy through the break of dawn, yeah.

    Indoctrination, of a nation,
    Indoctrination of a nation,
    Subjugation of damnation,
    Subjugation of damna?

    Don't be late for school again boy,
    Don't be late for school again girl,
    Don't be late for school again boy,
    Don't be late for school again girl.


    Toxicity
    Conversion, software version 7.0,
    Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub,
    Eating seeds as a past time activity,
    The toxicity of our city, of our city,

    New, what do you own the world?
    How do you own disorder, disorder,
    Now, somewhere between the sacred silence,
    Sacred silence and sleep,
    Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep,
    Disorder, disorder, disorder.

    More wood for their fires, loud neighbors,
    Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck,
    Eating seeds as a past time activity,
    The toxicity of our city, of our city,

    New, what do you own the world?
    How do you own disorder, disorder,
    Now, somewhere between the sacred silence,
    Sacred silence and sleep,
    Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep,
    Disorder, disorder, disorder.

    New, what do you own the world?
    How do you own disorder, disorder,
    Now, somewhere between the sacred silence,
    Sacred silence and sleep,
    Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep,
    Disorder, disorder, disorder.

    When I became the sun,
    I shone life into the man's hearts,
    When I became the sun,
    I shone life into the man's hearts.


    Psycho
    Psycho, groupie, cocaine, crazy,
    Psycho, groupie, cocaine, crazy,
    Psycho groupie cocaine crazy,
    Psycho groupie coke,
    Makes you high, makes you hide,
    Makes you really want to go- stop.

    Psycho groupie cocaine crazy
    Psycho groupie coke,
    Makes you high, makes you hide,
    Do you really want to think and stop,
    Stop your eyes from flowing,

    Psycho, groupie, cocaine, crazy,
    Psycho groupie cocaine crazy,
    Psycho groupie coke,
    Makes you high, makes you hide,
    Makes you really want to go - stop.
    Psycho groupie cocaine crazy
    Psycho groupie coke,
    Makes you high, makes you hide,
    Do you really want to think and stop,
    Stop your eyes from flowing out

    So you want the world to stop,
    Stop in and watch your body fully drop,
    From the time you were a
    Psycho, groupie, cocaine, crazy,

    So you want to see the show,
    You really don't have to be a ho
    From the time you were a
    Psycho, groupie, cocaine, crazy.

    Psycho, groupie, cocaine, crazy,
    Psycho groupie cocaine crazy,
    Psycho groupie coke,
    Makes you high, makes you hide,
    Makes you really want to go - stop.

    Psycho groupie cocaine crazy
    Psycho groupie coke,
    Makes you high, makes you hide,
    Do you really want to think and stop,
    Stop your eyes from flowing out

    So you want the world to stop,
    Rushing to watch your spirit fully drop,
    From the time you were a
    Psycho, groupie, cocaine, crazy,

    So you want to see the show,
    You really don't have to be a ho
    From the time you were a
    Psycho, groupie, cocaine, crazy.


    Aerials
    Life is a waterfall,
    We're one in the river,
    And one again after the fall.

    Swimming through the void
    We hear the word,
    We lost ourselves,
    But we find it all?

    Cause we are the ones that want to play,
    Always want to go,
    But you never want to stay,

    And we are the ones that want to choose,
    Always want to play,
    But you never want to lose.

    Aerials, in the sky,
    When you lose small mind,
    You free your life.

    Life is a waterfall,
    We drink from the river,
    Then we turn around and put up our walls.

    Swimming through the void
    We hear the word,
    We lost ourselves,
    But we find it all?

    Cause we are the ones that want to play,
    Always want to go,
    But you never want to stay,

    And we are the ones that want to choose,
    Always want to play,
    But you never want to lose.

    Aerials, in the sky,
    When you lose small mind,
    You free your life.
    Aerials, so up high,
    When you free your eyes,
    Eternal prize.
    Aerials, in the sky,
    When you lose small mind,
    You free your life.
    Aerials, so up high,
    When you free your eyes,
    Eternal prize.


    Prison Song

    They're trying to build a prison,
    They're trying to build a prison,

    Following the rights movements
    You clamped on with your iron fists,
    Drugs became conveniently
    Available for all the kids,
    Following the rights movements
    You clamped on with your iron fists,
    Drugs became conveniently
    Available for all the kids,

    I buy my crack, my smack, my bitch
    right here in Hollywood.

    Nearly 2 million Americans are incarcerated
    In the prison system, prison system,
    Prison system of the U.S.

    They're trying to build a prison,
    They're trying to build a prison,
    They're trying to build a prison, (for you and me to live in)
    Another prison system,
    Another prison system,
    Another prison system. (for you and me to live in)

    Minor drug offenders fill your prisons
    You don't even flinch
    All our taxes paying for your wars
    Against the new non-rich,
    Minor drug offenders fill your prisons
    You don't even flinch
    All our taxes paying for your wars
    Against the new non-rich,

    I buy my crack, my smack, my bitch
    right here in Hollywood.

    The percentage of Americans in the prison system
    Prison system, has doubled since 1985,

    They're trying to build a prison,
    They're trying to build a prison,
    They're trying to build a prison, (for you and me to live in)
    Another prison system,
    Another prison system,
    Another prison system. (for you and me to live in)
    For you and I, for you and I , for you and I.

    They're trying to build a prison,
    They're trying to build a prison,
    They're trying to build a prison,
    For you and me,
    Oh baby, you and me.

    All research and successful drug policy show
    That treatment should be increased,
    And law enforcement decreased,
    While abolishing mandatory minimum sentences,
    All research and successful drug policy show
    That treatment should be increased,
    And law enforcement decreased,
    While abolishing mandatory minimum sentences.

    Utilizing drugs to pay for secret wars around the world,
    Drugs are now your global policy,
    Now you police the globe,

    I buy my crack, my smack, my bitch
    right here in Hollywood.

    Drug money is used to rig elections,
    And train brutal corporate sponsored
    Dictators around the world.

    They're trying to build a prison,
    They're trying to build a prison,
    They're trying to build a prison, (for you and me to live in)
    Another prison system,
    Another prison system,
    Another prison system. (for you and me to live in)
    For you and I, for you and I , for you and I.
    They're trying to build a prison,
    They're trying to build a prison,
    They're trying to build a prison,
    For you and me,
    Oh baby, you and me.