Darrells funn playlist

Death - Voice Of The Soul

I dedicate this song to all firespinners around the world.

The backbend buzzsaw is the greatest trick ever invented and the only trick you need to make it as a professional firespinner. Don't ever let anyone tell you any different.

Backbend Buzzsaw

DJ Satomi - Castles in the Sky

From birth of Punk, Anarcho, New Wave and Oi!

Crass - Bloody Revolutions

Allegaeon's "Threshold of Perception" from "Elements of the Infinite."

Allegaeon "Threshold of Perception"

Taken from the album: "The Singularity (Phase 1 – Neohumanity"

Release:
EU 03.10.2014
UK 06.10.2014
NA 14.10.2014

SCAR SYMMETRY - Limits To Infinity

my acoustic arrangement of Iron Maiden's "Dance Of Death". 
All guitars: Thomas Zwijsen
Drums: Nathanael Taekema

enjoy!

Dance Of Death (Iron Maiden acoustic)

'Omnipresent Perception' off Beyond Creation's 2011 album, 'The Aura.
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Omnipresent Perception

The Faceless : Autotheist Movement I: Create cover \m/

The Faceless : Autotheist Movement I: Create - HVDM

"Cry Of The Black Birds" from "With Oden On Our Side".

Amon Amarth "Cry Of The Black Birds"

Wasted Penguinz - Melancholia

Buy:

http://www.hardstyle.com/wasted-penguinz/melancholia/original-mix

Wasted Penguinz - Melancholia

South Park Mexicans (SPM) - O.G.(3)

performed by: Crass, from the album: Christ: The Album

~Beg Your Pardon? (1982)~

Beg the question, bend the truth
Bail out the basement while there's holes in the roof

In the beginning they said there was light,
Well there ain't much left of it now.
We're lost in the darkness, searching sound and sight
Of an answer to the what, where or how.
We're talking 'bout freedom while we're locked in a cell,
Dreaming of a world without war,
Forced to live on the boundaries of hell
Like no-one's ever thought of peace before.
What's the point of preaching peace if it's something you don't feel?
What's the point of talking love if you think that love ain't real?
Where's the hope in hopelessness? Where's the truth in lies?
Don't try to hold my hand if you can't look me in the eyes.

Beg the question, bend the truth
Bail out the basement while there's holes in the roof

In the beginning they said there was light
But somebody's burnt out the fuse.
And now we're all lost in eternal night
Looking for a candle to use.
Lots of little candles, isolated hope,
Frail little flames in the gale,
Lost little people who just can't cope,
Just knocking their heads on the nail.
What's the point of talking freedom if you just protect yourself?
What's the point of preaching sharing as you accumulate your wealth?
It's so easy to be giving if the things you give ain't real.
It's so easy to lie if your ignore the things you feel.

Beg the question, bend the truth
Bail out the basement while there's holes in the roof

In the beginning they said there was light
But we never had the eyes to see.
But rather than struggling or putting up a fight
We ran like lemmings to the sea.
No-one really wants to get it all together,
It's easier to just grab what you can.
Everybody's going it, hell for leather,
Building little castles in the sand.
Hypocrisy, delusion, lies, pretence, deceit,
Think only of yourself and the world's at your feet
I don't believe the things you say, you make bullshit of the truth.
The game you play's offensive and you life's the living proof.

Beg the question, bend the truth
Bail out the basement while there's holes in the roof

Beg the question, bend the truth
Bail out the basement while there's holes in the roof

In the beginning they said there was light
But I'm tired of hearing their lies.
I'm tired of deceit, gonna put up a fight,
I'm going to use my own eyes.
Gonna make my decisions, live my own life,
They can keep their darkness and gloom.
Hypocrisy, trickery, I've had enough,
They can keep their destruction and doom.
I've only one life and I'll live it my way,
They can keep their restrictions and law.
And if they think different I'll have one thing to say...
"Fuck off cos I've heard it before

Beg Your Pardon?

performed by: Crass, from the album: The Feeding of the 5000

~End Result (1978)~

I am a product, I am a symbol of endless
Hopeless, fruitless, aimless games
I'm a glossy packages on the supermarket shelf
My contents aren't fit for human consumption

I could tragically injure your perfect health
My ingredients will seize up your body function
I'm the dirt that everyone walks on
I am the orphan nobody wants

I am the stair carpet everyone walks on
I am the leper nobody wants to touch much
I am a sample. I am a scapegoat of useless
Future less, endless, mindless ideas

I'm a number on the paper you file away
I'm a portfolio you stick in the drawer
I'm the fool you try to scare when you say
"We know all about you, of that you can be sure"

Well, I don't want your crazy system
I don't want to be on your files
Your temptations I try to resist them
'Cos I know what hides beneath your smiles, it's best

I am a topic, I am subject a for useless
Future less, endless, mindless debates
You think up ways that you can hide
From the naive eyes of your figurehead

But don't you find that it ain't easy?
Wouldn't you love to see me dead?
Your answer is to give me treatment
For crying out when you give me pain
Leave me with no possible remnant

You poke your knives into my brain
You send me insane I am an example
I'm no hero of the great, intelligent, magnificent human race
I'm part of the race that kills for possessions

Part of the race that's wiping itself out
I'm part of the race that's got crazy obsessions
Like locking people up, not letting them out
I hate the living dead and their work in factories

They go like sheep to their production lines
They live on illusions, don't face the realities
All they live for is that big blue sign, it says, it says
"I'm bored, bored, bored, bored"

End Result

08 Crass-Big A, Little A

Played Live at Hill Country BBQ on 12/21/12

Estimated Prophet

Amon Amarth - Twilight of the Thunder God

WOMP. WOMP. WOMP. My bass is the hardest. SKORGE, you're pro <3

This Is Dubstep - Skorge (Scourge)

The album "Still got Legs" by Chameleon Circuit -- ALL credit goes to them; I do NOT own the copyrights to these songs.

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