Lyrics El-P - Accident´s don´t happen
13.09.2004 um 20:53Mich würde mal interessieren, was ihr von diesem Songtext haltet.
Ist der Text paranoid, oder gibt es wirklich Marionettenspieler,
welche die gesamte Welt kontrollieren, die darüber bestimmen,
was richtig oder falsch ist, die mit uns Schach spielen?
Ist der Überwachungsstaat so krass?
Wer sind eigentlich die Bilderberger?
Ich fand den RapSong auf jedenfall erschütternd.
Leider kann ich den Text nicht gut interpretieren. Der ist schon arg abstrakt.
Was sind eure Interpretationen oder Emotionen, wen ihr den Text lest?
Accidents don´t happen
000 [El-P] (official)
001 Yo, I touch with rusted clutch, then spun out of the dust
002 and careen into the temples of automated destruct
003 nanotech bugs in the blood get unplugged
004 fishing for the fly shit hybrid
005 I run among the mudskipper swarms through warnings and good morning Beiruits
006 Little Billy Blunderbuss looking for more recruits
007 city life is practice casket truancy
008 that's the rule of you and me, brash unmasked lunacy
009 friends used to laugh fast, grasped little truth from me
010 now they check their bags with a staff claspin' Uzis
011 who deserves the wrath without warning
012 the same sky for the martyr with a spork scorch New York forfeits
013 run among the poppy fields order some more clips
014 store trips are weird but the fear is forceless
015 Bloomey bought the city of Lego and shitty metal hull
016 jitters to the floor boards burnt almost aborted
017 flight of the accidental tourist, morbid
018 the advertising gods so oddly courtship
019 godly corporate squads plot these tortures
020 holiness is hard and it's costing god fortunes
021 (guess he took a second job on the force to afford it)
022 I don't want a part of these self fulfilled prophecies
023 man it's too much for my stubbornness, I hate the people runnin' shit
024 now if you sleep at ground o below, wishing you peaceful sleep
025 where horror on the surface emerges less frequently,
026 metal bars of ancient Rome dissolved from the scenery (now what the fuck)
027 I'll take a hostage and walk through the mosh pit
028 pristine untouched, NB703's untouched
029 trust is a commodity crushed by Pol Pottery
030 your cookie cutter laws contain flaws in philosophy
031 tumbling down a flight of Escher bach steps delight
032 cause the man who raped my sister wont sleep right tonight
033 now I suppose the pretty horses in fours could love more
034 but I'm exhausted by the scope of this dark god on opiates
035 breakfast for dystopian ruthless hope movements
036 seasonal and festive the butchery's lookin good
037 and now writers block is a prison camp where free press regress
038 now you can hypnotize the herd
039 I'm alive with fly visions that attack like Alfred Hitchcock raising rabid carrier pigeons
040 true the only form of com not tapped is trapped strong
041 in the cranium of future rebel infants whistling the song
042 I know you're listening, get down with this bitch, whistle along.
043
044 [Cage]
045 It's like the Bilderburgs came to dinner with filthy birds
046 they pussy all infected I'm lookin for milky words
047 they pulled my third eye out then they let it dry out
048 had to pour my belief in Chrst to find out
049 what I look like with no skin
050 who mandated while the back of my paper is still luminated
051 even your no flipped egyptian Euro
052 got my website shut down by the Bureau
053 Can't kick it with the dead until my life stop
054 but Bush got a ouija to talk to Adam Weishaupt
055 I breath artist time fans the artist
056 put a couple G's together before harvest light
057 I'll take all this
058 the hell I'm doin?
059 Dippin this whole fuckin' pound in enbalmin fluids
060 you think I rhyme to do it? if it's (?on point?)) shot is
061 If you can't help but sleep peel off your eyelids.
062
063 [CamuTao]
064 It's the year 2010, you can say what you want
065 But I bet if you light this blunt, dummy, the feds'll come runnin'
066 Lock you up, lock you out, you ain't tryin' to listen
067 Cameras in your food, dude, look they're trying to listen
068 Lock you up, lock you out, we got bugs in the house
069 We're being monitored, they know we got thugs in the house
070 Don't light your blunt, bitch, they'll hit you with a switch
071 Hit you with a beam, hit you in the brain, make you go totally insane
072 Wild out, guns in the spot, flippin' on you niggas
073 They take you out, then the Feds push guns on the roof
074 They take 'em out, melt you out 'cause you know too much
075 After that you know your ho's get touched
076 Look, Then the meaning starts
077 Download your chip to a memory card
078 Give your chips and send 'em to a city job
Un autre monde est possible.
-
Eine andere Welt ist möglich.
Ist der Text paranoid, oder gibt es wirklich Marionettenspieler,
welche die gesamte Welt kontrollieren, die darüber bestimmen,
was richtig oder falsch ist, die mit uns Schach spielen?
Ist der Überwachungsstaat so krass?
Wer sind eigentlich die Bilderberger?
Ich fand den RapSong auf jedenfall erschütternd.
Leider kann ich den Text nicht gut interpretieren. Der ist schon arg abstrakt.
Was sind eure Interpretationen oder Emotionen, wen ihr den Text lest?
Accidents don´t happen
000 [El-P] (official)
001 Yo, I touch with rusted clutch, then spun out of the dust
002 and careen into the temples of automated destruct
003 nanotech bugs in the blood get unplugged
004 fishing for the fly shit hybrid
005 I run among the mudskipper swarms through warnings and good morning Beiruits
006 Little Billy Blunderbuss looking for more recruits
007 city life is practice casket truancy
008 that's the rule of you and me, brash unmasked lunacy
009 friends used to laugh fast, grasped little truth from me
010 now they check their bags with a staff claspin' Uzis
011 who deserves the wrath without warning
012 the same sky for the martyr with a spork scorch New York forfeits
013 run among the poppy fields order some more clips
014 store trips are weird but the fear is forceless
015 Bloomey bought the city of Lego and shitty metal hull
016 jitters to the floor boards burnt almost aborted
017 flight of the accidental tourist, morbid
018 the advertising gods so oddly courtship
019 godly corporate squads plot these tortures
020 holiness is hard and it's costing god fortunes
021 (guess he took a second job on the force to afford it)
022 I don't want a part of these self fulfilled prophecies
023 man it's too much for my stubbornness, I hate the people runnin' shit
024 now if you sleep at ground o below, wishing you peaceful sleep
025 where horror on the surface emerges less frequently,
026 metal bars of ancient Rome dissolved from the scenery (now what the fuck)
027 I'll take a hostage and walk through the mosh pit
028 pristine untouched, NB703's untouched
029 trust is a commodity crushed by Pol Pottery
030 your cookie cutter laws contain flaws in philosophy
031 tumbling down a flight of Escher bach steps delight
032 cause the man who raped my sister wont sleep right tonight
033 now I suppose the pretty horses in fours could love more
034 but I'm exhausted by the scope of this dark god on opiates
035 breakfast for dystopian ruthless hope movements
036 seasonal and festive the butchery's lookin good
037 and now writers block is a prison camp where free press regress
038 now you can hypnotize the herd
039 I'm alive with fly visions that attack like Alfred Hitchcock raising rabid carrier pigeons
040 true the only form of com not tapped is trapped strong
041 in the cranium of future rebel infants whistling the song
042 I know you're listening, get down with this bitch, whistle along.
043
044 [Cage]
045 It's like the Bilderburgs came to dinner with filthy birds
046 they pussy all infected I'm lookin for milky words
047 they pulled my third eye out then they let it dry out
048 had to pour my belief in Chrst to find out
049 what I look like with no skin
050 who mandated while the back of my paper is still luminated
051 even your no flipped egyptian Euro
052 got my website shut down by the Bureau
053 Can't kick it with the dead until my life stop
054 but Bush got a ouija to talk to Adam Weishaupt
055 I breath artist time fans the artist
056 put a couple G's together before harvest light
057 I'll take all this
058 the hell I'm doin?
059 Dippin this whole fuckin' pound in enbalmin fluids
060 you think I rhyme to do it? if it's (?on point?)) shot is
061 If you can't help but sleep peel off your eyelids.
062
063 [CamuTao]
064 It's the year 2010, you can say what you want
065 But I bet if you light this blunt, dummy, the feds'll come runnin'
066 Lock you up, lock you out, you ain't tryin' to listen
067 Cameras in your food, dude, look they're trying to listen
068 Lock you up, lock you out, we got bugs in the house
069 We're being monitored, they know we got thugs in the house
070 Don't light your blunt, bitch, they'll hit you with a switch
071 Hit you with a beam, hit you in the brain, make you go totally insane
072 Wild out, guns in the spot, flippin' on you niggas
073 They take you out, then the Feds push guns on the roof
074 They take 'em out, melt you out 'cause you know too much
075 After that you know your ho's get touched
076 Look, Then the meaning starts
077 Download your chip to a memory card
078 Give your chips and send 'em to a city job
Un autre monde est possible.
-
Eine andere Welt ist möglich.