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Name: Jaymz Location: Neverneverland, Uruguay Birthday: 10/31/1900 Gender: Male
Interests: listening to music (metal, rock, classic rock, jazz, blues). playing guitar. Jammin' with my band. reading guitar tabs. watching idiot box shows. drawing. "masticating." killing time w/ my friends but time is fuckin' killing us. ALAK. staring at the wall. choking the toilet. Expertise: G-U-I-T-a-r-t Occupation: Accounting/Finance Industry: Banking/Finance
Message: message me AIM: tastycles3three3 MSN: jaymz_333@hotmail.com Yahoo: jaymz_hetfield_12
Member Since:
7/5/2003
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Artist: MetallicA
Album: MetallicA (The Black Album)
So close no matter how far Couldn't be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are And nothing else matters
Never opened myself this way Life is ours, we live it our way All these words I don't just say And nothing else matters
Trust I seek and I find in you Every day for us something new Open mind for a different view And nothing else matters
Never cared for what they do Never cared for what they know But I know
So close no matter how far Couldn't be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are And nothing else matters
Never cared for what they do Never cared for what they know But I know
Never opened myself this way Life is ours, we live it our way All these words I don't just say
Trust I seek and I find in you Every day for us something new Open mind for a different view And nothing else matters
Never cared for what they say Never cared for games they play Never cared for what they do Never cared for what they know And I know
So close no matter how far Couldn't be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are No nothing else matters
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Artist: RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE
Song: CALM LIKE A BOMB
Album: THE BATTLE OF LOS ANGELES
Feel the funk blast Feel the funk blast Feel the funk blast Feel the funk blast Feel the funk blast Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, check it out, yo, yo, yo
I be walkin' god like a dog My narrative fearless My word war returns to burn Like Baldwin home from Paris Like Steel from a furnace I was born landless This is tha native son Born of Zapata's guns Stroll through tha shanties And tha cities remains Same bodies buried hungry But with different last names These vultures rob everything Leave nothing but chains Pick a point on tha globe Yes tha pictures tha same There's a bank There's a church a myth and a hearse A mall and a loan a child dead at birth There's a widow pig parrot A rebel to tame A whitehooded judge A syringe and a vein
AND THE RIOT BE THE RHYME OF THE UNHEARD what ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what? What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what? What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what? What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what?
Calm like a bomb Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite Calm like a bomb Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite
This ain't subliminal Feel tha critical mass approach horizon Tha pulse of tha condemned Sound off America's demise Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker Yes I spit fire Hope lies in tha smoldering rubble of empires Yes back through tha shanties and tha cities remains Tha same bodies buried hungry But with different last names These vultures rob everyone Leave nothing but chains Pick a point here at home Yes tha picture's tha same There's a field full of slaves Some corn and some debt There's a ditch full of bodies Tha check for tha rent There's a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone Tha numb black screen That be feelin' like home
And tha riot be tha rhyme of tha unheard What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what? What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what? What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what? What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what?
Calm like a bomb Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite Calm like a bomb Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite Calm like a bomb Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite Calm like a bomb Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite
Calm like a bomb Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite Calm like a bomb Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite Calm like a bomb Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite Calm like a bomb Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite Calm Like a bomb
There's a mass without roofs There's a prison to fill There's a country's soul that reads post no bills There's a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill There's a right to obey And there's a right to kill There's a mass without roofs There's a prison to fill There's a country's soul that reads post no bills There's a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill There's a right to obey And there's a right to kill | | |
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Artsit: Queen
Bohemian Rhapsody
Album: Greatest Hits
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, No escape from reality. Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see, I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy, Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low, Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me.
Mama just killed a man, Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead. Mama, life had just begun, But now I've gone and thrown it all away. Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry, If I'm not back again this time tomorrow, Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.
Too late, my time has come, Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time. Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go, Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth. Mama, ooh, I don't want to die, I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.
I see a little silhouetto of a man, Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango. Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me. (Galileo.) Galileo. (Galileo.) Galileo, Galileo figaro Magnifico. I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me. He's just a poor boy from a poor family, Spare him his life from this monstrosity. Easy come, easy go, will you let me go. Bismillah! No, we will not let you go. (Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go. (Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go. (Let me go.) Will not let you go. (Let me go.) Will not let you go. (Let me go.) Ah. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. (Oh mama mia, mama mia.) Mama mia, let me go. Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye. So you think you can love me and leave me to die. Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby, Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.
Nothing really matters, Anyone can see, Nothing really matters, Nothing really matters to me.
Any way the wind blows.
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Artist: Shadows Fall
Song: Stepping Outside The Circle
Album: The Art of Balance
Here i go again A vicious Cycle without end Seeking distance for security A desperate act to remain free A balance point cannot be found This whole thing will come crashing down Down! Down! My fear will drag you down Into this world that i create Your love for me has sealed your fate Down! Down! My fear will drag you down Can I trust in what i feel? Praying that this time it's real Feel the strain! All this times been spent in vain MY SHAME! open wounds that still remain DECAY! As my faith is stripped away YOU'LL STRAY! The final price i have to pay
Digger in deeper still The hollowness I yearn to fill The story always ends the same The cycle soon begins again
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