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Robert Plant

Fate of Nations

1993

Guns death and noise Sand oil and blood
Frontiers drawn on paper No consideration made for
The poor creature who is living By the grace of God just

is the new directive
So strap your face to the plastic
There's nothing new in reality
So take a new identity

(There is even now something of ill omen

Talk dirty and act flirty he jacked like that 
All while helping me grow cause we stack like that

Hook: 

You’re a wild wild boy
Making wld wild noise

of your own directive
Take a closer look inside the shadows
And you might find the sounds
That your darkness craves
The hidden channels of
Subconscious

Central Scrutinizer

Frank Zappa

Joe's Garage: Act I

votes
(or, in places where they don't get to vote, to control unwanted forms of
mass behavior).
Environmental laws were not passed to protect our air

places where they don't get to vote, to control
Unwanted forms of mass behavior)
Environmental laws were not passed to
Protect our air and
Waterthey were

pipe detective
The plumbing directive
Leaving nothing in the shade

Lies become truth
With the patina of time
Insanity is norm
And noise is rhyme
Hearing

places where they don't get to vote
To control unwanted forms of mass behavior)

Environmental laws were not passed
To protect our
Air and water they were

crashes,
and i'm high on ion jitters,call it a prime directive of the damned,
who grew to sleep easy to white noise,
the humming of the machinary running

the lies
You know cities tryna gentrify
White noise gon feel the skies
Pleading uplifting
Bodies drop in the d'distance
Why dont you make yo decision
Gotta

Respond to nada
Single borrowed thought
Sit not
To picturesque
Any random plot
Peep life differently
String noise together poetically
Plate a coveted

Merit

Aesop Rock

Music for Earthworms: The Instrumentals

2003

directive,
And all else burrows itself amongst drunken perspective (c'mon)
Fade me, I flee the scene,
Grippin' the missing link
Like chain gang escapees.

as you gaze upon the whitest light
Don’t have any questions, only my objective
Filling the nearest meat bag is my prime directive
Want the job done right

onward
Blinding pressure
Bulging eyes in tunnel vision
A rushing roar of noise
Consuming every thought
Take away this gripping need
I beg with bloodied

then Got changed my perspective
Like Thomas wanted facts but Jesus gave new directives
Jesus saved me from my sins and now I'm born again
Got brand new

me
(They've lost chance)
I'm off to France in the jet with all my boys
We making noise as we get used
As the French girls Toys
Oh the joys of life in

There were no whistles
Applause, directives, pressure, pain relief
And I think about it while standing over
A crowd of over ten thousand
It was after

one knows how, but we made it home
Turn on the TV, blast the speaker, try to find my phone
Only one directive in my mind:
If I can just crawl in bed

Decorating time, with my voice in a rhyme
Separate the noise from the elusive divine
Moments of closeness, with perfection of art
The light and dark,

Standing on the rooftop
Making more noise
Than Radio Raheem's boom box
Get it fucked up
Imma put him in the boo box
I'm like Rufio
I'm the leader when

me
They've lost their chance
I'm off to France in the jet with all my boys
We making noise as we get used
As the French girls Toys
Oh the joys of life

my correct directive
With more than
What that's expected
They need lessons in general,
So,
Now,
Stand at attention
From rocking "vanses"out at the park