I'm back (back) the fog has lifted
The earth has shifted
and raised the gifted
You knew I'd be back
so pack your bone And hit the road jack
cause daddy's home
With the funky hot rifs
Thick like Al Rowker
Pumpin out hits
Gettin chips like Oprah
Bitch I told ya, do not hate
Or question the music i make (uh)
[chorus]
I make punk rock
and I mix it with the hip hop
I get you higher then a tree top
You wanna roll with the Kid Rock
I make southern rock
And i mix it with the hip hop
I got money like Fort Knox
I'll forever been the Kid Rock
Forever
The junkies are, still cigar puffin
Still the same cause I ain't changed nothin
Huffin and puffin
I got you rookies
All in check doin' the redneck boogie
The king is back to retract the whack
Repacked my sack with a double deck pack
Forget all that i'm still singin
And like kids on monkey bars i'm still swingin
Thought I got dusty
Thought I'd get rusty
thought I'd get rich and quit oh he must be
Fat and ugly broke black and blue
But I'm trim, fit, rich and I'm back for round two
Red white and the pabst blue ribbon
Dead right that's how I'm livin'
Givin you more then the frauds and fakes
They can't make the kind of music I make (uh uh)
[chorus]
The black hat is back, in original form
The ledgible creditable inevitable storm
Way past the norm,still misbehavin
Finger in the air and the flag still wavin
Young crones don't test the boss
Cause I got this sewn like betsy ross
You can floss and front
You can taunt and tease
But you can't fuck with rhymes like these
Thumpin like a drum kit
With rifs that split picks
Pumpin for the kids who twist spliffs and sip fifths
I got the gift I'm about to unwrap it
8 ball side pocket
8 ball in my jacket
Pussy and blow you now how i live
Can't say that Kid
Fuck off I just did
Watch me twirl like Earl the pearl
Or just keep on Kid Rockin in the free world
[chorus]
punk rock
Forever
hip hop
Forever
tree top
Forever
Kid Rock (yeahhhhhhhh!)
punk rock
Forever
Hip hop
Forever
southern rock
Forever
Kid Rock
Forever (yeahhhhhhhhh!)
FOREVER!!
ok. first off.......3rd fuckin post in 5 hours. what the fuck is wrong with me?
anyway, these are the lyrics to one of the shittiest songs i've heard. but i love the lyrics. i can relate to them. here is a talentless ass, whose got very successful on the basis of his confidence in his fictional talents. i love it. he deserves to have people like this song, cause he believes they should. period. thats why i do. id rather listen to this guys shit than a genius songwriter who talks of the planet and birds and love and tears in his bedroom and has no confidence in his work.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
every guy who is slower than u on the road, is a ball-less idiot, and every guy faster than you, is a reckless asshole.
hard work, determination and will to succeed never gets you anywhere. you need raw talent. you either have it, or you don't. the funny thing is......we all have it. just for things we never knew.....
I have it. where people are concerned. I can get along with people. I'm a half decent businessman. I have potential to make money, but not as much as my dad and sister. we all have some talent. some people are brilliant at coming up with ideas, those guys are the innovators. some make the money, those are the businessmen, some please people, those people are the pimps, the authors of great fiction, makers of movies like titanic etc, some piss off people, those guys are the paranoid delusional freaks who come up with government conspiracy theories, write great songs, and are pretentious. I once met a guy who was so useless at everything. had no friends, no future prospects, was aiming for a shit job because he knew he wouldn't get anything else, no girl, no guy, no dog, average family, average grades, average everything. did an average job of copying a only slightly above-average idea for a website. had a friend make it for him, another help him run it, yet another helped him fake the no. of hits it got. sold it in 1 year for 1.35 million dollars. bought a sexy house, 1 km from my house. had the hottest chick in college blow him in is brand-spankin-new porsche carrera turbo, and last I heard theyd gotten engaged. He's a shit engineer from a tier 5 college in a tier 2 country. those who dont have it, have luck.
why do we try so hard? why does everyone on this planet struggle? well, almost everyone.....they haven't found out what their 'it' is. don't fuckin try to make 4 million a year if you have the talent to be the best nurse in the world. therein lies the major problem facing the world.
our wants, needs, and desires may not match our god-given, family-enhanced and friends-destroyed skill sets.
know what you're good at. want that. crave that. and you will be happy.
hard work, determination and will to succeed never gets you anywhere. you need raw talent. you either have it, or you don't. the funny thing is......we all have it. just for things we never knew.....
I have it. where people are concerned. I can get along with people. I'm a half decent businessman. I have potential to make money, but not as much as my dad and sister. we all have some talent. some people are brilliant at coming up with ideas, those guys are the innovators. some make the money, those are the businessmen, some please people, those people are the pimps, the authors of great fiction, makers of movies like titanic etc, some piss off people, those guys are the paranoid delusional freaks who come up with government conspiracy theories, write great songs, and are pretentious. I once met a guy who was so useless at everything. had no friends, no future prospects, was aiming for a shit job because he knew he wouldn't get anything else, no girl, no guy, no dog, average family, average grades, average everything. did an average job of copying a only slightly above-average idea for a website. had a friend make it for him, another help him run it, yet another helped him fake the no. of hits it got. sold it in 1 year for 1.35 million dollars. bought a sexy house, 1 km from my house. had the hottest chick in college blow him in is brand-spankin-new porsche carrera turbo, and last I heard theyd gotten engaged. He's a shit engineer from a tier 5 college in a tier 2 country. those who dont have it, have luck.
why do we try so hard? why does everyone on this planet struggle? well, almost everyone.....they haven't found out what their 'it' is. don't fuckin try to make 4 million a year if you have the talent to be the best nurse in the world. therein lies the major problem facing the world.
our wants, needs, and desires may not match our god-given, family-enhanced and friends-destroyed skill sets.
know what you're good at. want that. crave that. and you will be happy.
she
she.
she always thought the way to a guys heart was through his pants. she was wrong. she wanted to be loved. cared for, but it was always a trade. a clean cut trade. she would please him sexually, and then hope he loved her. she never realised how incredible sex could be when it was done just for the purpose of enjoying someones body, for pleasing them just to please them, and not to please her. not for winnings someones heart, but enjoying the fact that two people really like each other, find each other incredibly attractive and want each other with pure passion. she met him. but he's not important. its all about her. she is an angel. she finds something she hasn't had before. she is enticed. she resists temptation. temptation follows her. tempting her in a way she's never been tempted. the temptations fake, but the motive is so real. the motive is temptation. she resists, and the more she resists, the more the temptation reduces. she's winning. her morals have come to her rescue. she realises that she can actively resist temptation. and that scares her. how exciting is life without temptation. now she craves temptation. she wants to be tempted. she wants to feel that feeling when temptation overpowers you, and the unbridled joy of giving in to it. she does. its ecstacy like she's never felt before. she's right. she has never felt it before. she is chosen. not by temptation, not by god, but by her own self to play this part in a theatre play, where she can look back in her life, and see the different acts, the different characters she has had to adopt, the different lessons her characters have learned. she's done her job. her work on this planet is over. she can glide away now. no motives. no plans. no resentments. no memories. no existance. and everybody loves her. only the lucky one gets her. say hello to Mr. Lucky.
she always thought the way to a guys heart was through his pants. she was wrong. she wanted to be loved. cared for, but it was always a trade. a clean cut trade. she would please him sexually, and then hope he loved her. she never realised how incredible sex could be when it was done just for the purpose of enjoying someones body, for pleasing them just to please them, and not to please her. not for winnings someones heart, but enjoying the fact that two people really like each other, find each other incredibly attractive and want each other with pure passion. she met him. but he's not important. its all about her. she is an angel. she finds something she hasn't had before. she is enticed. she resists temptation. temptation follows her. tempting her in a way she's never been tempted. the temptations fake, but the motive is so real. the motive is temptation. she resists, and the more she resists, the more the temptation reduces. she's winning. her morals have come to her rescue. she realises that she can actively resist temptation. and that scares her. how exciting is life without temptation. now she craves temptation. she wants to be tempted. she wants to feel that feeling when temptation overpowers you, and the unbridled joy of giving in to it. she does. its ecstacy like she's never felt before. she's right. she has never felt it before. she is chosen. not by temptation, not by god, but by her own self to play this part in a theatre play, where she can look back in her life, and see the different acts, the different characters she has had to adopt, the different lessons her characters have learned. she's done her job. her work on this planet is over. she can glide away now. no motives. no plans. no resentments. no memories. no existance. and everybody loves her. only the lucky one gets her. say hello to Mr. Lucky.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
duck-hunt
what did the bartender say to the neutron when he wanted to pay for a drink?
"for you sir, no charge."
this made me laugh today. don't ask me why. its the geekiest joke on the planet. I'm a closet geek. not a nerd, im not hardworking enough. but yes, i love science. i love to know how things work.....and in my humble opinion, i think i know a little more than the average person. nowhere near what i want to know about. i really do want to be a mathematician one day. ok, thats taking it too far. but i want to understand enough about non-euclidian space, the concept of manifolds etc. I know something about them. but i want more. I want to understand the riemannian penrose inequality. at 16, i understood the problems that lay before anyone trying to prove fermats last theorum.....it was easy to understand why there would be a problem. but i want to know enough maths, i want to open my mind enough to actually understand each step of the proof.
thats my ambition. thats my goal.
and well, while I do that, I'm finally going to get around to learning how to put together a studio, play and record certain key instruments, record all these tracks i play in my head, and make my fortune, or be selfish and never let anyone hear them. haven't made up my mind yet.
to keep up my awesome super macho image, I will have to ride the incredibly sexy vintage triumph I'm going to buy and make my career in something ultra boring.
none of this means anything if I'm not a good person, a great boyfriend, a caring husband and an animal in bed. so yeah.....
oh. and an olympic gold. any sport. i just want one.
to be honest, it may look like I'm asking a bit too much of myself. but i actually believe i can do all of this. I have to do this. this is top priority. if I can't finish this....when the fuck will I act in a sitcom, do aerobatic flying, and be a professional stunt driver?
so much to do. so little time.
Is it just me or is that saying flawed....like where the english is concerned. Its wrong.
so little time. honestly. EPIG FAIL.
I'm going to buy a sexy drum kit. soon. I just have this feeling. in my bones. and then, I'm going to rip everyone a new asshole with my playing......after I practice for 4 years :P.
wow. i just realised how much i like quality polyrythmic metal drumming. meshuggah, here i come baby.
"for you sir, no charge."
this made me laugh today. don't ask me why. its the geekiest joke on the planet. I'm a closet geek. not a nerd, im not hardworking enough. but yes, i love science. i love to know how things work.....and in my humble opinion, i think i know a little more than the average person. nowhere near what i want to know about. i really do want to be a mathematician one day. ok, thats taking it too far. but i want to understand enough about non-euclidian space, the concept of manifolds etc. I know something about them. but i want more. I want to understand the riemannian penrose inequality. at 16, i understood the problems that lay before anyone trying to prove fermats last theorum.....it was easy to understand why there would be a problem. but i want to know enough maths, i want to open my mind enough to actually understand each step of the proof.
thats my ambition. thats my goal.
and well, while I do that, I'm finally going to get around to learning how to put together a studio, play and record certain key instruments, record all these tracks i play in my head, and make my fortune, or be selfish and never let anyone hear them. haven't made up my mind yet.
to keep up my awesome super macho image, I will have to ride the incredibly sexy vintage triumph I'm going to buy and make my career in something ultra boring.
none of this means anything if I'm not a good person, a great boyfriend, a caring husband and an animal in bed. so yeah.....
oh. and an olympic gold. any sport. i just want one.
to be honest, it may look like I'm asking a bit too much of myself. but i actually believe i can do all of this. I have to do this. this is top priority. if I can't finish this....when the fuck will I act in a sitcom, do aerobatic flying, and be a professional stunt driver?
so much to do. so little time.
Is it just me or is that saying flawed....like where the english is concerned. Its wrong.
so little time. honestly. EPIG FAIL.
I'm going to buy a sexy drum kit. soon. I just have this feeling. in my bones. and then, I'm going to rip everyone a new asshole with my playing......after I practice for 4 years :P.
wow. i just realised how much i like quality polyrythmic metal drumming. meshuggah, here i come baby.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
ShellShocked - Assault
what a fuckin song.
seriously, forget the fact that a bunch of teenagers made this. Forget that the kid on lead guitars plays a guitar that costs 50 pounds (marcin shit his pants when he heard that. then felt bad, cause he can't play but has a collection of guitars worth about 20k.)forget that the drummer aka me played this song when he had been playing the drums for 5 months. forget everything. as a heavy metal song, there is a lot of talent displayed in this track and extreme potential.
i love it.
i know its my own song. but i can appreciate quality right. and that is fuckin quality. recorded in a hostel room, that is. took tudu 2 months on a crap pc to do it. but we were motivated. we didn't have 20 pounds to even record the guitars in the track, or pay anyone else to master it.
this is the result when talent, NO MONEY (i don't mean limited finances, I mean NO money), and sheer determination to blow everyone away come together.
www.myspace.com/shellshockedindia
seriously, forget the fact that a bunch of teenagers made this. Forget that the kid on lead guitars plays a guitar that costs 50 pounds (marcin shit his pants when he heard that. then felt bad, cause he can't play but has a collection of guitars worth about 20k.)forget that the drummer aka me played this song when he had been playing the drums for 5 months. forget everything. as a heavy metal song, there is a lot of talent displayed in this track and extreme potential.
i love it.
i know its my own song. but i can appreciate quality right. and that is fuckin quality. recorded in a hostel room, that is. took tudu 2 months on a crap pc to do it. but we were motivated. we didn't have 20 pounds to even record the guitars in the track, or pay anyone else to master it.
this is the result when talent, NO MONEY (i don't mean limited finances, I mean NO money), and sheer determination to blow everyone away come together.
www.myspace.com/shellshockedindia
Friday, April 2, 2010
the hottest photograph ever.
if this isn't the hottest picture EVER for a girl to put up on the net, I don't know what is. I found this photograph randomely over the net. The girl obviously doesn't want her face to be visible, yet wants to make sure that you realise how hot she is. the fact that she already knows she's sensational makes it even better.
This made my day. I hope it makes your day too, future nidhaan.
a day that makes you think.
so, yeah.
a lot happened. most recently, I saw a girl at the bus station, and I could tell she didnt have money for a cab, and the fuckin 11:50 PM bus didnt show up, and spending the night at pool meadow looked like a distinct possibility. I asked her if she would like to share a cab with me and my friends till the uni, and then she could've taken the cab further to kenilworth.
I can honestly say that I was not attracted towards this girl, which makes me think that I am indeed a nice guy. I definitely didnt want to leave a woman alone in a bus station alone in the middle of the night.
we went to collect cash, me, V, T, M and random girl. while waiting in line to pull out some cash, i was hit on the jaw with a potato. I can tell you, it was medium sized, but it struck with force I didn't know a potato could strike with. I did not know who threw it, they didn't have the balls to show their faces.......which makes me happy. why happy? well,
1) They were scared of me. Obviously.
2) I was scared of them.
I have lost control a few times in my life, and the result hasn't been pretty. 2 trips to the police station, got blood on my car seats once while I drove the guy I bashed up to the hospital, got stitches from a hockey stick on my head...........that blood was bitch to clean.
but anybody, who would deliberately want to hurt me, just because of what I look like, or the colour of my skin scares me. scares me because now, I'm dealing with a guy whose happiness depends on anothers misery. and we all will do pretty much anything to be happy right. I mean, V doesn't like to study, but he's doing it to be happy later, same with everybody else.
So, basically, the more miserable I get, the happier he gets. Now, I could try to act miserable, but that would make his day, and the next time he needs to get happy, he'l repeat this. Also, my ego wouldn't let me. What I could do however, is stand there and be gandhi, and say hit me again bitches. which would be pussy. or I could challange him to come out wherever he was and face me.
anyway. I remained pussy. taz told me to take cover behind a pillar which was hilarious. cause I am stupid enough to not even back down when facing gunfire, and this was a fuckin potato.
anyway. lesson learnt. next time. wear a t shirt that says "the only kind of potatos I want are curly fries".
Today would be so much different if L was here. shit. I love a girl who finds me hot (just hot, and a nice guy). its the saddest feeling in the world, and yet you're constantly trying to make her 'love' you. and she just doesn't. sucks.
a lot happened. most recently, I saw a girl at the bus station, and I could tell she didnt have money for a cab, and the fuckin 11:50 PM bus didnt show up, and spending the night at pool meadow looked like a distinct possibility. I asked her if she would like to share a cab with me and my friends till the uni, and then she could've taken the cab further to kenilworth.
I can honestly say that I was not attracted towards this girl, which makes me think that I am indeed a nice guy. I definitely didnt want to leave a woman alone in a bus station alone in the middle of the night.
we went to collect cash, me, V, T, M and random girl. while waiting in line to pull out some cash, i was hit on the jaw with a potato. I can tell you, it was medium sized, but it struck with force I didn't know a potato could strike with. I did not know who threw it, they didn't have the balls to show their faces.......which makes me happy. why happy? well,
1) They were scared of me. Obviously.
2) I was scared of them.
I have lost control a few times in my life, and the result hasn't been pretty. 2 trips to the police station, got blood on my car seats once while I drove the guy I bashed up to the hospital, got stitches from a hockey stick on my head...........that blood was bitch to clean.
but anybody, who would deliberately want to hurt me, just because of what I look like, or the colour of my skin scares me. scares me because now, I'm dealing with a guy whose happiness depends on anothers misery. and we all will do pretty much anything to be happy right. I mean, V doesn't like to study, but he's doing it to be happy later, same with everybody else.
So, basically, the more miserable I get, the happier he gets. Now, I could try to act miserable, but that would make his day, and the next time he needs to get happy, he'l repeat this. Also, my ego wouldn't let me. What I could do however, is stand there and be gandhi, and say hit me again bitches. which would be pussy. or I could challange him to come out wherever he was and face me.
anyway. I remained pussy. taz told me to take cover behind a pillar which was hilarious. cause I am stupid enough to not even back down when facing gunfire, and this was a fuckin potato.
anyway. lesson learnt. next time. wear a t shirt that says "the only kind of potatos I want are curly fries".
Today would be so much different if L was here. shit. I love a girl who finds me hot (just hot, and a nice guy). its the saddest feeling in the world, and yet you're constantly trying to make her 'love' you. and she just doesn't. sucks.
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