|
|
 |
|
|
| Sister Rosetta Tharpe - Didn't It Rain |
 |
Sister Rosetta Tharpe performing Didn't It
Rain.
If you've never seen this before, you have to
watch her play guitar. She's badass way
before her time.
Check out the Pete Townsend style windmill at
3.29 (maybe that's where he got it from)
BTW, it was actually raining during this
song. You can hear the crack of thunder at
2.46
Tags : Sister Rosetta Tharpe Didn't It Rain Guitar |
|
Affichage : 22859
Durée : 299 s |
| Tool Rosetta Stoned |
 |
This would have been better...
But I forgot My Pen
Sh1t to bed again...
Watch the full version on Google Video:
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=14637
84594153077565
Get The Full Version.
If you like it...Download it...
ftp://tool:rosettastoned@74.184.15.110
copy|paste into browser|GO|Copy to Folder...
Enjoy.
http://www.DisCipher.com
Help support DisCipher.com:
http://search.ebay.com/_W0QQsassZdisciphersal
esQQhtZ-1
Listen to the DisCipher.com
iNterNet rAdio Stations
http://65.13.18.15:8000/listen.pls
http://74.184.15.110:8000/listen.pls
All righty then. Picture this if you will.
10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy
Kremes,
in my need-to-know post just outside Area 51
Contemplating the whole chosen people thingy
when
just then a flaming stealth banana split the
sky like one would hope but
never really expect to see in a place like
this
Cutting right angle doughnuts on a dime and
stopping right at my Birkenstocks
and me yelping... HOLY FUCKING SHIT
Holy fucking shit
Fucking shit
Holy fucking shit
Holy fucking shit
Holy fucking shit...fucking shit...fucking
shit
Then the X-Files being, looking
like some kinda blue-green Jackie Chan
With Isabella Rossellini lips and breath that
reeked of vanilla chig champa
Did a slow-mo Matrix decent outta the butt
end of the banana vessel
and hovered above my bug-eyes,
My gaping jaw,
And my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip,
And all I could think was,
I hope Uncle Quark here doesn't notice
That I pissed my fucking pants.
So light in his way
Like an apparition,
He had me crying out,
Fuck me!
It's gotta be
the Deadhead chemistry!
The blotter got right on top of me
Got me seeing E motherfucking T!
And after calming me down with some orange
slices and some fetal spooning
E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose,
He said you are the chosen one.
The one who will deliver the message.
A message of hope for those who choose to
hear it
And a warning for those who do not.
Me, the chosen one
They chose me
And I didn't graduate from fucking high
school!
You had better
You had better
You had better
You had better listen
Then he looked right through me
With somniferous almond eyes
Don't even know what that means
Must remember to write it down,
This is so real
Like the time Dave floated away
See my heart is pounding
'Cause this shit never happens to me!
Can't breathe right now
It was so real
Like I woke up in Wonderland
Also a bit terrifying
I don't wanna be all alone
When I tell this story
And can anyone tell me why
ya'll sound like Peanuts parents
Will I ever be coming down?
This is so real
Finally it's my lucky day
See my heart is racing
'Cause this shit never happens to me
I can't breathe right now
You believe me don't you
Please believe what I just said
See the dead ain't tourin'
And this wasn't all in my head.
See they took me by the hand
And invited me right in
Then they showed me something
I don't even know where to begin
Strapped down to my bed
Feet cold and eyes red
I'm out of my head
Am I alive am I dead
Can't remember what they said
God damn shit the bed
High eye (repeated)
I believe you (repeated, heard faintly in
background)
Overwhelmed as one would be
Placed in my position
Such a heavy burden now to be the one
Born to bear and bring to all
The details of our ending
To write it down for all the world to see.
But I forgot my pen
Shit the bed again
Typical.
Strapped down to my bed
Feet cold and eyes red
I'm out of my head
Am I alive am I dead?
Sunkist and sudafed
Gyroscopes and infrared
Won't help the brain-dead
Can't remember what they said
God damn shit the bed
IIIIIII can't remember what they said to me
Can't remember what they said
to make me out to be a hero
Can't remember what he said
Bob help me!
Can't remember what he said
Don't know, won't know (repeated)
God damn shit the bed!
Tags : Tool Rosetta Stoned Building The perfect Hammer DMT Hallucinations dreams natural high |
|
Affichage : 26583
Durée : 593 s |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 |
| |
|
