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Sia - Chandelier

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Sia - Eye Of The Needle

The Day You Were Born

"1000 Forms of Fear" out now! Download on iTunes http://bit.ly/1kwammC Amazon http://amzn.to/1mvfWGq or listen on Spotify http://spoti.fi/1zdiMWn Website: http://siamusic.net Sia Selfie: http://siaselfie.com Twitter: http://twitter.com/sia Facebook: http://facebook.com/siamusic YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/sia Spotify: http://spoti.fi/1fKpbS0 LYRICS Tough girl In the fast lane  No time for love  No time for hate  No drama no time  For games Tough girl  Whose soul aches I’m at home On my own Check my phone  Nothing, though Act busy  Order in  Pay TV  It’s agony  I may cry ruining my makeup Wash away all the things you've taken I don't care if I don't look pretty  Big girls cry when their hearts are breaking Big girls cry when their hearts are breaking Big girls cry when their heart is breaking Tough girl  I’m in pain  It’s lonely at the top Black outs and airplanes I still pour you a glass of champagne I’m a tough girl  Whose soul aches I’m at home On my own Check my phone  Nothing, though Act busy  Order in  Pay TV  It’s agony  I may cry ruining my makeup Wash away all the things you've taken I don't care if I don't look pretty  Big girls cry when their hearts are breaking Big girls cry when their hearts are breaking Big girls cry when their heart is breaking

Sia - Big Girls Cry

Dogs

How It's Going to Be


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Into The Sun

Into the Sun

Fall Back

Practice in Patience

American Dream

Hard Enough

Cross Our Hearts

Take What's Mine

And You Were A Crow

Can't Keep No Good Boy Down

Kinetics and Chris Webby collaborate for the second time on a song called "Game Over." Produced by Rob The Viking, "Game Over" is featured on Kinetics's new mixtape entitled "With A Little Help From My Friends."


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Lyrics:

[Kinetics]:
I'm a nutball, I walk in a label and scream, "Fuck y'all"
Fuck a pub deal, I would rather be at a pub crawl 			
And moreover, a natural born soldier 
That'll come to life like that bullet out the Korn poster     		
See, I was born sober, but know that I'll die twisted 
I smoke every five minutes, now both of my eyes squinted      		 
I push a Q45 Infinite, my ride's tinted 
Sike, I'm on the F Train with homeless guys in it
C'mon shorty, sky's the limit 
I got a brand new Metrocard that still has $2.25 in it 
So yo let's hit up a sports bar 
'Cause after a couple more shot my standards will be almost as low as yours are    
Showed this girl named Megan my bunk bed 	
Slid my balls in-between that slut's legs like a nutmeg
Get it? A "nutmeg," I said her name was Megan 
That pun operated on three levels but nobody gets it      
I guess I make ya mind snap when I'm on tracks 
I'm like the rap version of John Nash but on crack 
I used to be an A student, okay stupid?
Now I make great music, and the bitches rage to it 
I go to the rave zooted, pop so much E
Even the fat bitch passed out is attractive enough for me 
Wakin' up on Saturday without a credit card 
I musta lost it last night, but after callin' every bar 
We went to of course it is at the random spot that's very far 
"Yo, I gotta couple hundreds." Fuck it, that's what friends are for 
Sippin' nasty liquor out a plastic pitcher 
While I'm throwing singles at the fattest stripper 
My producer is a chain smoker, I don't spend a day sober 
But as soon as we get our shit together yo it is game over 

Yeah, You Are Not Alone coming soon! (Webby get 'em my dude)

[Chris Webby]

Written by Jeremy "Kinetics" Dussolliet.
Copyright © 2012.

Game Over (Feat. Chris Webby)

Rich Man (Feat. Unknown Prophets)

[chorus]:
He started on the ground, but he held his head tall
‘Cause dreams never lie, he knew he could have it all 
He started with a big plan 
And now he is a rich man 
I know we’re only on the ground but I hold my head tall 
If you stay by my side, then baby you’ll have it all
Got nothin’ but a big plan 
But soon I’ll be a rich man 

[Mad Son]:
He just got his B.A., now life's movin' fast like a freeway
Savin' for a home, college loans he gotta repay 
On the grind, overtime, every weekday 
Weekends fly by, Monday, it's a replay
Out of town trip with the boss for some business 
Million dollar deals, not believin' what he's witnessed 
Just then he spotted honey from a distance 
Pretty young thing rockin' jewels like a princess 
Flirtatious eyes, smilin,' comin' closer 
Boss stands up, tells him, "Son, move over"
Kiss on the cheek, he takes her coat off her shoulder
She loves the finer things, don't matter if the men are older
Just another woman that was way out of his league 
Made a promise to himself to work harder and succeed 
Condo on the beach, Movado on the sleeve 
One day he'd have that woman of his dreams

[chorus]

[Big Jess]:
He was a smart and successful, hard-working Wall Street banker
In his mid-thirties, six-figure paystub
Not exactly rich but living well enough to take a
Vacation whenever, spend a weekend in Jamaica 
Loves talkin' business while sippin' on a cocktail 
Confidence is through the roof, he feels like he cannot fail
Surrounds himself with the prettiest of women
But despite his position, they don't pay him much attention
He's got boats but they want yachts and the finer things 
He always flies first-class but they want the private planes 
He's got a pretty fancy, fully-loaded Maserati
But they ain't ridin' for long unless it's a Bugatti
It's not like he doesn't get any play
But the fact he's not rich always gets in the way
So he's determined to increase the income that he's earnin'
'Cause that's the only way he'll get 'em to stay  

[chorus]

[Kinetics]:
He worked in a sweatshop, in a ghetto in Brazil 
A neighborhood where one wrong look could get you killed
And if you didn’t steal, you survived on minimum wage
You lived in a cage, and ate the same dinner for days 
But hey, he counted his blessings and he made an honest earning, see 
Made a promise to his wife that he honored earnestly 
Told her he would always give her everything she needs 
And always be a loving father to their unborn seed 
But when she went into labor he sat around nearby 
But couldn’t help to hear the sirens in the streets outside
And thought of robberies and poverty and high pollution 
Kids who never got to be college students, locked into prostitution 
Parents with early fates, sent the Pearly Gates 
A kid with a dirty face, with clips and a .38
The things he saw would leave the average man traumatized 
But they didn’t matter when he looked into his daughter’s eyes 
He was the proudest dad 
And had a woman that would love him for the man that he was, and not the things that he had
I guess what matters most
He had it all when he held his wife and daughter close…the richest man

[chorus]

Written by Jeremy "Kinetics" Dussolliet and the Unknown Prophets. 
Copyright © 2012.

Rich Man (Feat. Unknown Prophets)

This Is Not A Love Song (Feat. Accent)

[chorus, Accent]:
This is not a love song
Tell me what I've done wrong 
It was so strong, where'd it come from?
Now your love has moved on
So this is not a love song at all
'Cause there's so much hate in my heart
In a flash you were gone 
But what is hate without love?

[Kinetics]:
Yeah, and this is not a love song
This is just a cigarette to puff on
'Cause whoever said it's better to have loved and lost than never love at all
Never dated YOU so that person ain't really one to talk 
And any guy that says to you that he wants the best for you
Right after you dead his ass…is probably lying
I mean, I guess I want you to be happy, girl but honestly 
I think about you with someone else and I feel like vomiting 
Think about in you them little skirts and then I have to wonder   
Ever since you had me in your bed if you have had another 
We used to wake up in the morning and attack each other 
And go at it 'till we had nothing left but the mattress cover
Why do we have to suffer instead of workin' it out?
'Cause the girl I'm sleepin' with isn't the one I'm dreamin' 'bout
So feel bad for me, son 
I got 99 problems and a bitch is the cause of every one  

[chorus]

Yeah, and I find it outrageous 
How she craves so much attention from all of these total strangers 
And how she only calls me when she's drunk or when she's lonely 
But when I try to call her, yo I know she lets the phone ring
And she never texted back when I left her a message 
'Cause apparently when she's with her friends, it is rude to check it
But when she was with me, her attitude was very different
'Cause she's BBMing everyone else like every second 
And if I tried to tell her that I'm feelin' disrespected 
She would yell at me and tell me I'm being overly jealous 
And now the blame has shifted to me and I am the bad guy
So I'm takin' her out to dinner just to apologize
The way she's able to deceive me's unbelievable 
Teasin' my libido by feedin' it Pinot grigio 
Yo the lethal weapon is that glimmer in her eye
'Cause I thought that I was angry but I just forgot why…and I hate it 

[chorus]
But what is hate without love?
But what is hate without love?
What is hate without love?

And just to set the record straight, this is not a love song
This is just a cigarette to puff on
This is just a way for me to take away a taste I never wanted 
Like a chaser right after takin' a double-shot of Barton's
Who am I kidding? You made me an alcoholic 
If you offered me another shot at you I would obviously want it 
And to be honest, baby you should be honored in fact
That this hangover's even lasted as long as it has 
'Cause even though I hate all of your games 
I hate to admit it, you keep me constantly entertained 
Even though I hate the way that you made me think it would last 
And I hate the way that you got over me so fucking fast 
Even though I hate the way that you can make me feel so terrible 
I also hate how no other girl will ever compare to you
Even though I hate the way you always make me fall
Mostly I just hate the way that I do not hate you at all

[chorus]

Written by Jeremy "Kinetics" Dussolliet & Billy "Accent" Rivera. 
Copyright © 2012.

This Is Not A Love Song (Feat. Accent)

Track 7 off the 2012 Kinetics & One Love album entitled "You Are Not Alone," available on iTunes: http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/you-are-not-alone/id553367008.

In My Own World (Feat. Yung Joey)

[hook]:
I got a cup full of hemlock, a mouth full of lies 
A penthouse suite where I hang my disguise 
Oww yeah, I'm in my own world 
I'm in my own world 
I got a sleeve full of tricks and a bullet in the chamber
Couch full of women in a room full of strangers 
I'm in my own world, bitch I'm in my own world
While you standin' on the line outside

[Yung Joey]:
I got a cup full of do it, a mind full of don'ts 
These True Religion denims got a pocket full of hope 
This new girl that I'm diggin' we been hangin' like a rope
She want me to play her hubby but I'm thinkin' that I won't 
I wish I had a camera that could capture how I'm livin'
This penthouse where we chillin' got a panoramic ceiling
If you came from where I come from you would know just how I'm feelin'  
I got girls from Honolulu yellin' Queens is in the building
I'm on my Beamer 7 Series albino shit 
Dear hater, you can suck an albino dick
Last year I couldn’t even spell designer shit 
Look at my closet, now you'll see all kinda shit
I swear to God I feel like Eddie Murphy tradin' places 
Traded all my G Shocks for Rolleys with the gold faces 
White diamonds on my black ass 
New whips, new chains, amen I'm free at last 

[hook]

[Kinetics]:
48th floor, open flask
Disfigured reflection starin' from a broken glass
I drink away my insecurities when life is hard  
I'm takin' glasses to my face like I'm Ray Charles
'Cause I'm blind to you, haters
Make All Rappers Surrender…those are letters from M.A.R.S
Your girlfriend's been sendin' me texts all week
So tonight her bed is occupied, bitch, Wall Street 
Don't be offended, I'm just twisted off lots of that purple 
The topic is verbal then I probably got controversial 
I'll body anyone that hops in my circle 
Now I got ya dogs cryin' like that Sarah McLachlan commercial 
Damn right I got enemies fuckin' up my plans 
On the other hand, I'm doin' shows for a couple grand 
So until you see these fans throwin' up they hands 
Imma sit you beneath the bleachers to help you understand 

[hook]

Written by Kinetics & One Love & Yung Joey.
Produced by Kinetics & One Love & Kenna Okoye.  
Copyright © 2012.

In My Own World (Feat. Yung Joey)

Track 8 off the 2012 Kinetics & One Love album entitled "You Are Not Alone," available on iTunes: http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/you-are-not-alone/id553367008.

Sometimes I Feel Like A Robot

[chorus]:
When I look into this world, what I see is so frightening 
I don't ever see anyone that is like me
I swear sometimes it feels like I'm on my own
And I feel like a robot 
I feel like a robot  
I feel like a robot
And I'm all alone

Yeah, and I feel like I'm on a spacecraft 
'Cause wherever you are, I know that I'm way past  
That's why you think of a star whenever the planes pass 
T, bring that bass back 
K-1L is the model, Kinetics is the moniker 
Born inside a speaker and livin' behind a monitor
Lampin' on the planet that humans use in thermometers
So if ya wanna see me, you need to hire astronomers 
Uh uh, yeah, I'm about to shut it down
You must be delusional if you think that I fuck around
They find it unusual when I hover above the ground 
I'm alone but I'm hopin' that I could tough it out 
Word, 'cause what I am exactly isn't clear 
Don't know where I'm from but I'm positive that it isn't here 
Me and every human alive, we come from a different year 
Everything you know about music is gonna disappear   

[chorus]

It's like my mind has a mind of its own
A little alien inside of my dome, right behind the controls
Pullin' the levers on either side of my nose 
So don't be surprised if I'm writin' verses in binary code
'Cause every one can feel like a zero on occasion 
They obviously try relating but it's complicated 
This is for the kids who never hid and had to face it
I'm all alone but I'm learnin' how to embrace it
And I'm learnin' how to navigate it 
My rap is exactly what the magistrate has advocated 
See I wasn't born, I was activated 
Back when they strapped a battery pack in the hatch in my back and they had to recalibrate it 
'Cause the package had an inaccurate expiration 
I'm shattering expectations and laughing knowing I have to make it 
So unless I'm assassinated 
Homie the only way to get ahead of Kinetics is to decapitate him

[chorus] 

So I'm openin' my brain, changin' my nerve circuitry  
Hours by the mirror just spittin' a verse fervently 
Over and over until I hit every word perfectly 
All you do is murmur a little and burp nervously 
This is for the rejects, the outcasts and opposites 
Anyone who promises never be anonymous 
You cannot be monotonous and live forever  
Damn right, I'm all alone, that's the reason I'ma be remembered 
We are not the same, I am a cyborg
I just act like a human whenever I'm bored
'Cause Earth is an eyesore, but mentally I soar
High enough to take your entire colony by storm
You are just the little bacteria that's on my floor
You and I originated from different life forms
Mine are so advanced ya didn't even know that we exist
Your entire species are just pieces in my Petri dish

Written by Kinetics & One Love. 
Copyright © 2012.

|/|//_INITIALIZING///

|/|//_UPLOADING_CONSCIOUSNESS/// 

|/|//_UPLOAD_COMPLETE/// 

|/|//_COMMENCING_TRANSMISSION_OF_MISSION_INIATIVES///

K-1L, welcome to Planet Earth. The year is 1986, and you have been successfully uploaded into a human body. 

Although your body is that of a human, your mind is still that of a computer consciousness. This consciousness has been uploaded into your new human brain via a stream of binary code sent from the Mothership. Because your consciousness has traveled through both space and time to reach Planet Earth, you may be experiencing slight confusion and memory loss. The purpose of this transmission is to review your mission objective in order to jog your memory and confirm that you are capable of proceeding. At the end of this transmission, you will make that confirmation.

Debriefing:   

You are not human. You have been sent here from another world – the Mothership – inhabited by a life form far more technologically advanced than Earth's humans. So advanced that, on the Mothership, living things have found the technology to mimic, recreate and modify their biological bodies, essentially transcending their natural bodies and existing as a race of computer consciousnesses.      

Recently, it has come to the attention of the scientific community on the Mothership that Planet Earth is on the brink of destruction and collapse. Militaristic confrontation, overconsumption, pollution and general apathy threaten the future of humanity. On the Mothership, recognizing glimpses of our younger selves in the Earthlings, we have decided to lend a helping hand to Planet Earth in order to incite a change in the moral fiber of mankind and thus alter its future path. 

After much debate, scientists, anthropologists and historians on the Mothership concluded that sending members of our race to Planet Earth would be too dangerous: humans wouldn't know how to react to the presence of an alien life form on their planet. They would feel threatened by our superior technology and skeptical of our benevolent intentions, and may try to resist our assistance. Thus, we’ve determined the best way to help human society is to infiltrate it so that our presence on Planet Earth is undetected. That is why we have sent a team of ambassadors to Planet Earth and have uploaded their consciousnesses into the minds of various humans. The transfer of a consciousness from the Mothership to Planet Earth requires an advanced satellite positioned in Earth's close proximity to beam binary code into a target human brain. In order for that satellite to breach the close proximity range of Earth without being detected by human radar, we had to plant it on Halley's Comet and schedule the file transfer for the next possible moment of Halley's Comet nearing Earth: the human year, 1986. 

The ambassadors chosen for this mission were sent into human bodies that were all statistically predicted to cross paths in their Earth lifetime and launch intertwining careers based on shared interests. You are one of those ambassadors. Expect to find others like you. 

Once you find the other computers on Planet Earth, the message you are required to implant into the human moral fiber is one of community and cooperation. If the six continents of life on Planet Earth came together and enacted a global platform of cooperation, we believe that human society as a whole could find the capability and motivation to vanquish the issues mentioned above – such as potential nuclear warfare. The vessel through which you will promote this message of community is MUSIC, a form of persuasion with the potential to move millions of people. The three key pillars of the message you must relay to humans are: YOU ARE GOING TO CHANGE…YOU COULD SAVE US ALL…and…YOU ARE NOT ALONE. 

#!!!#!!!|/|//_ATTENTION:_DETECTING_WEAK_SIGNAL…LOSING_CONNECTION///!!!\\\#!!!#!!!

#!!!#!!!|/|//_WARNING:_A_SECTION_OF_TRANSMISSION_HAS_BEEN_LOST///!!!\\\#!!!#!!!

#!!!#!!!|/|//_ADDITIONAL ENCRYPTION REQUIRED…///!!!\\\#!!!#!!!

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As you read this sentence, computer programs embedded into your consciousness are detecting your brain activity and sending a signal back to the Mothership, confirming that your consciousness is intact and fully capable of carrying out your mission moving forward. 

|/|//_CONFIRMATION: SENT///

In a moment, your memory will be erased in order to preserve your human cover. However, sometimes you may still feel like a robot or cyborg – due to the fact that your human body is communicating with and reacting to a computerized consciousness. Perhaps you will use these strange instincts to your advantage. Do not be alarmed, and good luck on your mission. 

|/|//_REFORMATTING MEMORY///!!!\\\#!!!#!!!

Sometimes I Feel Like A Robot

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How It's Going to Be

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