First recorded track from Razor Edge Days.

Produced by Damien

Hook:

Rap music is an ungreatful field\\
Alotta pats on the back, keep the hate concealed\\
Warm hugs turn into hard cement\\
Hip-hoppers' got more faces than Harvey Dent\\ x2

Pariah:

Hip-hop is my passion, my passion is not a business\\
am I in the wrong biz like nightmare before christmas?\\
enough gimmicks, rap kids grow up cynics\\
speakin' with forked tongues and that twisted linguistics\\

but I will judge you by your actions only\\
assholes die lonely, that's de facto, homie\\
this rap shit's a whole lotta mental labour\\
until you break thru, like staples in wet paper\\

I'll never be drafted by a major, unwilling but able\\
I bring enough skills to the table\\
rappers are mere actors, slackers and backstabbers\\
they backtrack on tracks like wack isn't a factor\\

not one of 'em humble, themselves are the best they've heard\\
as if speakin' the truth is completely fuckin' absurd\\
if you wanna know the truth about Pariah, inquire\\
's like 96 proof on a fire\\

Hook:

Rap music is an ungreatful field\\
Alotta pats on the back, keep the hate concealed\\
Warm hugs turn into hard cement\\
Hip-hoppers' got more faces than Harvey Dent\\ x2


Damien:

you are fortune seekers that entered the DEMONS LAND\\
dirt i don't care about, you are BREATHING SPAM\\
you are the greatest, and I NEED YOU MAN\\
i offer help, then you go tearing off the FEEDING HAND\\

good-for-nothing wannabe UNGREATFUL BASTARDS\\
i make you face the punishment of RAGING MASTERS\\
we are all dying slowly, but you are FADING FASTER\\
want beef?! the sound of it will be PAIN & LAUGHTER\\

cuz you're parasites devouring the FLESH OF THE HOST\\
settle for whats left, but to you the REST IS THE MOST\\
invisible piece of trash, i'll be the DEATH OF YOU GHOSTS\\
i can see what you try, but it's not a THREAT THAT YOU POSE\\ 

and now i see what's really UNDER THE LIE\\
you said needed help but wanted a CHUNK OF THE PIE\\
you could have asked, you must DUMB DEAF AND BLIND\\
or suicidal, cuz messin with D is WANTING TO DIE\\

Hook:

Rap music is an ungreatful field\\
Alotta pats on the back, keep the hate concealed\\
Warm hugs turn into hard cement\\
Hip-hoppers' got more faces than Harvey Dent\\ x2


No Good People

Bread & circus.  The world is a conspiracy. Paranoia.

Produced by Damien

Damien:

i'm persuited by shades with killing and extraction skills\\
it sounds wierd - like really bad action films\\
they did surgery, i can feel their attachment still\\
then they released me and filled me with relaxing pills\\

now i'm on the run, and flippin out any sec\\
i've been scratching - trying to get this chip out of my neck\\
they have eyes in the sky and a script of all of my steps\\
i feel surrounded, and becoming a link and a part of their net\\

they are everywhere - even in powerful positions\\
making us to zombies to devour our ambitions\\
i'm telling you to see, only cowards wouldn't listen\\
it's the lack of resistance that allows their partition\\

they are untouchable! not even getting hate mail\\
bread and circus, and we believe all their fake tales\\
we're too busy freeing minds, we smile and we make jails\\
and don't see the true decievers or their snake scales\\

Hook:
i know how you fancy glamour life and scenery\\
but the world is different, once you tune in the frequency\\
-i tell you, this ain't what the world need to be\\
let us open eyes! reborn! cause you need to see\\

Pariah:

yo, bread & circus, I was bread in circus\\
booze and violence in abundant surplus\\
a gladiator's always meant for failure\\
I'm sucked dry like a spent inhaler\\

this strange world really alienates me\\
so damn foreign even aliens hate me\\
like I'm a stranger endangered\\
face to face with a race who is faceless and nameless\\

I'm an outsider in the dark, I'm a nightrider\\
I descended like I was a skydiver\\
down to earth, I'm a subterranean\\
paranoid with my guts in pain again\\

why am I makin' a fist of my right hand?\\
a minority, I'm a righteous white man\\
expendable soldier, spent on a culture\\
intended for war, just like a revolver\\

Hook:
i know how you fancy glamour life and scenery\\
but the world is different, once you tune in the frequency\\
-i tell you, this ain't what the world need to be\\
let us open eyes! reborn! cause you need to see\\

Bread And Circus

Lost in translation

Nuclear Eli single, a hard hitting rocktune

Captain Kill - Nuclear Eli

Susanne Sundfør doing a cover of Wild Heart by Stevie Nicks. A very beautiful version. Live from Trygdekontoret, a talkshow at NRK (Norwegian broadcaster), in 2011.

The original version from Stevie Nicks can be found here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BR47A0XfWPg, but her best version is this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RPEhIoKeTg0 - which clearly is Susannes inspiration.

You can see the performance here: http://www.nrk.no/nett-tv/indeks/286580/

Susanne Sundfør - Wild Heart (Stevie Nicks cover) (2011)

Norwegian Rockband.
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