Pony Bravo - El Pony Bravo

Prince Fatty feat Horseman - Shimmy Shimmy Ya

Prince Fatty feat Hollie Cook - Milk and Honey

Talking Heads - Once In A Lifetime

Same as it ever was, same as it ever was, same as it ever was same as it ever was, same as it ever was, same as it ever was, same as it ever was, same as it ever was.......................

LCD Soundsystem - Losing My Edge

Sons & Daughters - Gilt Complex

Meursault - Flittin'

Flittin' = (Scots dialect) to move house

Belle and Sebastian - Slow Graffiti

Belle and Sebastian - Get Me Away from Here, I'm Dying

Ooh! Get me away from here I'm dying
Play me a song to set me free
Nobody writes them like they used to...

Cut Chemist feat. Hymnal - What's the Altitude

Unkle - The Answer

Here we are
Burning up in our cars
And in our hearts
Better days
Sleeping late with a headache
Perfect weather
Congregate
Lay in wait for an answer
They're still waiting
With your tea
Lucky tips as the day breaks
The blind are leading the blind

Better
Better days with a headache
Perfect weather

DJ Shadow - Scale It Back

I swear I saw blue light
My feet followed it outside
And I thought I heard someone say
Fly far away
And when you reach up the sky is there

This clueless weather know
We swing the waves, and let it go
Until I heard someone say
Over a horizon and beyond
Oh, where you’re reach and knocked over stars

Like light I came from pocket finesse
Every moment I see with eye closed
Take me to places where we can start
Like light I came from pocket finesse, every

Nothing can steal this treasure from us, babe
I’m still in luck– now
Fighting the sounds

Take chances and come closer to me babe
I’m fallin’ out – now

WU LYF - Spitting Blood

Pony Bravo - La Voz de la Hacha

The Black Keys - Lonely Boy

Killer Mike - Reagan

Reagan: "Our government has a firm policy not to capitulate to terrorists' demands. That no-concessions policy remains in force. In spite of the wildly speculative and false stories about arms for hostages and alleged ransom payments, we did not - repeat, did not - trade weapons or anything else for hostages, nor will we."

THE BALLOT OR BULLET. SOME FREEDOM OR SOME BULLSHIT. WILL WE EVER DO IT BIG OR JUST KEEP SETTLING FOR LI'L SHIT. WE BRAG ON HAVING BREAD BUT NONE OF US ARE BAKERS. WE ALL TALK HAVING GREEN BUT NONE OF US OWN ACRES. IF NONE OF US OWN ACRES AND NONE OF US GROW WHEAT, THEN WHO WILL FEED OUR PEOPLE WHEN OUR PEOPLE NEED TO EAT? SO IT SEEMS OUR PEOPLE STARVE FROM LACK OF UNDERSTANDING. 'CAUSE ALL WE SEEM TO GIVE THEM IS SOME BALLING AND SOME DANCING. AND SOME TALKING ABOUT OUR CAR AND IMAGINARY MANSIONS. WE SHOULD BE INDICTED FOR BULLSHIT WE INCITING SELLING CHILDREN DEATH AND PRETENDING IT'S EXCITING. WE ARE ADVERTISEMENTS FOR AGONY AND PAIN. WE EXPLOIT THE YOUTH. WE TELL THEM TO JOIN A GANG. WE TELL THEM DOPE STORIES AND INTRODUCE THEM TO THE GAME. JUST LIKE OLIVER NORTH INTRODUCED US TO COCAINE IN THE 80s WHEN THEM BRICKS CAME ON MILITARY PLANES. 

Reagan: "A few months ago I told the American people I did not trade arms for hostages. My heart and my best intentions still tell me that is true, but the facts and the evidence tell me it is not."

THE END OF THE REAGAN ERA, I'M LIKE 11, 12 OR OLD ENOUGH TO UNDERSTAND THAT SHIT HAD CHANGED FOREVER. THEY DECLARED THE WAR ON DRUGS LIKE A WAR ON TERROR. BUT WHAT IT REALLY DID WAS LET THE POLICE TERRORIZE WHOEVER. BUT MOSTLY BLACK BOYS. BUT THEY WILL CALL US NIGGERS. AND LAY US ON OUR BELLY WHILE THEIR FINGERS ON THEIR TRIGGERS. THEY BOOTS WAS ON OUR HEADS AND THEY DOGS WAS ON OUR CROTCHES. AND THEY WILL BEAT US UP IF WE HAD DIAMONDS ON OUR WATCHES. AND THEY WOULD TAKE OUR DRUGS AND MONEY AS THEY PICKED OUR POCKETS. I GUESS THAT'S THE PRIVILEGE OF POLICE FOR SOME PROFITS. BUT THANKS TO REAGANOMICS, PRISON TURNED THE PROFITS CAUSE FREE LABOR IS THE CORNERSTONE OF U.S. ECONOMICS. CAUSE SLAVERY WAS ABOLISHED UNLESS YOU ARE IN PRISON. YOU THINK I AM BULLSHITTING THEN READ THE 13TH AMENDMENT. INVOLUNTARY SERVITUDE AND SLAVERY IT PROHIBITS. THAT'S WHY THEY GIVING DRUG OFFENDERS TIME IN THE DOUBLE DIGITS. 

RONALD REAGAN WAS AN ACTOR NOT AT ALL A FACTOR. JUST AN EMPLOYEE OF THE COUNTRY'S REAL MASTERS. JUST LIKE THE BUSHES, CLINTON AND OBAMA. JUST ANOTHER TALKING HEAD TELLING LIES ON A TELEPROMPTERS. IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE THE THEORY THEN ARGUE WITH THIS LOGIC, WHY DID REAGAN AND OBAMA BOTH GO AFTER GADDAFI? WE INVADED SOVEREIGN SOIL GOING AFTER OIL. TAKING COUNTRIES IS A HOBBY PAID FOR BY THE OIL LOBBY. SAME AS IN IRAQ AND AFGHANISTAN. AND AHMADINEJAD SAY THEY COMING FOR IRAN. THEY ONLY LOVE THE RICH AND HOW THEY LOATHE THE PO'. IF I SAY ANYMO' THEY MIGHT BE AT MY DO'. SHHH. WHO THE FUCK IS THAT STARIN' IN MY WINDOW? DOING THAT SURVEILLANCE ON MR. MICHAEL RENDER. I'M DROPPING OFF THE GRID BEFORE THEY PUMP THE LEAD. I'LL LEAVE YOU WITH FOUR WORDS: I'M GLAD REAGAN DEAD.

Hex - Harmonic

"Now those people who fly have a different point-of-view of the world from the people who spend their whole lives on the ground. Don Blanding wrote a poem once when he was flying, and he called this poem ‘The God’s Eye View’, and he said it was so different from the view he always had on the ground, which he called ‘The Bug’s Eye View’.

Now I thought about that 'Bug's Eye View' when I was over in Tehran, Persia. They told me about an old Persian legend it was about a bug who spent his entire life in the world’s most beautifully designed Persian rug. All the bug ever saw in his lifetime was his problems. They stood up all around him. He couldn’t see over the top of them, and he had to fight his way through these tufts of wool in the rug to find some crumbs that somebody had spilled on the rug. And the tragedy of the story of the bug in the rug was this: that he lived and he died in the world’s most beautifully designed rug, but he never once knew that he spent his life inside something which had a pattern.

That's why I want to get you up in the air tonight, to see something the old bug couldn't see in the rug. Because even he, this bug, if he had once got above the rug so that he could have seen all of it, he would have discovered something – that the very things he called his problems were a part of the pattern."

La Mala Reputacion - Paco Ibañez

En mi pueblo, sin pretensión, 
tengo mala reputación. 
Haga lo que haga es igual 
todo lo consideran mal. 

Yo no pienso, pues, hacer ningún daño 
queriendo vivir fuera del rebaño. 
No, a la gente no gusta que 
uno tenga su propia fe. 

Todos, todos me miran mal, 
salvo los ciegos, es natural. 

En la fiesta nacional 
yo me quedo en la cama igual, 
que la música militar 
nunca me supo levantar. 

En el mundo, pues, no hay mayor pecado 
que el de no seguir al abanderado. 
No, a la gente no gusta que 
uno tenga su propia fe. 

Todos me muestran con el dedo, 
salvo los mancos, quiero y no puedo. 

Si en la calle corre un ladrón 
y a la zaga va un ricachón 
zancadilla pongo al señor 
y aplastado el perseguidor. 

Esto sí que sí, que será una lata 
siempre tengo yo que meter la pata.

No, a la gente no gusta que 
uno tenga su propia fe. 
No, a la gente no gusta que 
uno tenga su propia fe. 

todos tras de mí a correr, 
salvo a los cojos, es de creer.

Thievery Corporation - Culture of Fear

 

Seems to me like they want us to be afraid, man

Or maybe we just like being afraid

Maybe we just so used to it at this point that it’s just a part of us

Part of our culture...

Culture of fear

It’s up in your ear

They’re telling us terrorists about to strike

May be tonight

Right

Let me just back up slowly

With critical analysis of those who control me

It used to be we just had a screen in the crib

On the TV

But now we carry screens when we leave see

Laptops smart phones now we’re never alone

A new affliction I call it media dome

But on the road famine is the programming

You want to watch a favorite show because it’s so slamming

Hold hands and let’s gaze into the beautiful glare

While we’re here so immersed in this culture of fear...

Freedom don’t succumb to this culture of fear

Fear fear fear

Don’t succumb to this culture of fear

Fear fear fear

Don’t succumb to this culture of fear

Of Monsters and Men - Dirty Paws

The forest of talking trees,
They used to sing about the birds and the bees..

Tommy T - Brothers

Cut Chemist - Sound of the Police

Bigott - Dead Mum Walking

Dead Mum Walking

I said to the doctor:
"Can you help with my mum?",
and he said: "oh,
your mummy is out of tune'',

tonight wig party
at the central corridor,
the preach man looks for God, but God is at the dance floor,

dead mum walking by the sea,
and all the family like golden ships,
full metal jacket rings the bells,
scary monsters sleeping in your bed,

cool baby nurses
taking fashion walk about,
the winner takes it all,
sings ABBA through the door,

go mama take your smile and have a drink tonight,
the Griffin's death come in, somebody clap my hand!?,