Empire
Next message: Saved Saturday at 9:24pm Sorry, I’m just... it’s starting to hit me like a, um... um... two ton heavy thing Last night the word came down Ten dead in Chinatown Innocent, their only crime was Being in the wrong place, at the wrong time Too bad, people say What's wrong with the kids today I tell you right now, they've got nothing to lose They're building empire Johnny used to work after school At the cinema show Gotta hustle if he wants an education Yeah he's got a long way to go Now he's out on the streets all day Selling Crack to the people who pay Got an AK-47 for his best friend Business the American way East side meets West side downtown No time, the walls fall down Can't you feel it coming? (Empire) Can't you hear it calling? Black man, trapped again Holds his chain in his hand Brother killing brother for the profit of another Game point, nobody wins Declines, right on time What happened to the dream sublime? Tear it all down, we'll put it up again Another empire East side meets West side downtown No time, the walls fall down Can't you feel it coming? (Empire) Can't you hear it calling? (Empire) Can't someone here stop it? In fiscal year 1986 to '87, local, state and federal governments spent a combined total of 16.6 billion dollars on law enforcement. Federal law enforcement expenditures ranked last in absolute dollars and accounted for only 6% of all federal spending. By way of comparison, the federal government spent 24 million more on space exploration, and 43 times more on national defense and international relations, than law enforcement Can't you feel it coming? (Empire) Can't you hear it calling? (Empire) Can't you feel it coming? (Empire) Can't you hear it calling? (Empire) Can't you feel it coming? (Empire) Can't you hear it calling? (Empire) Can't you feel it coming? (Empire) Can't someone here stop it?
Submitted by Morgoth — Mar 26, 2026
Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to the one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Tell her to make me a cambric shirt Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Without no seam or needlework She once was a true love of mine Tell her to weave it in a sycamore wood lane Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme And gather it all with a basket of flowers Then she'll be a true love of mine Ask her to buy me an acre of land Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Between some water and the stand Then she'll be a true love of mine Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to the one who lives there Then she'll be a true love of mine
Submitted by Morgoth — Mar 26, 2026
Wings of fire are sailing past the point of no return Blinding eyes from which it hides the key Seek to rise, begotten are the fools who'll never know Force will hide the presence that we see There's no time to run away A prophecy will make its stay Yeah-ha-ha Course of rage, a never-ending fight for the unknown To justify the formulated scheme So we find a gleaming light to lead us far beyond The closing gates of our society There's no time to run away A prophecy will make its stay Wings of fire are sailing past the point of no return Blinding eyes from which it hides the key Seek to rise, begotten are the fools who'll never know Force will hide the presence that we see There's no time to run away A prophecy will make its stay There's no time to run away A prophecy will make its stay There's no time to run away A prophecy will make its Make its, make its, make its Make its stay
Submitted by Morgoth — Mar 26, 2026
You've got a cardboard house Live there all the time Keep your memories tied with string The face that many once-adored Twenty years gone, maybe more Somewhere you lost your dream Mama watched your every move But now you're all alone She's been gone for awhile Daddy left some time ago Fading years pass too slow He's the only one, could make you smile Oh, you're still crying Big city bound Gonna make your mark Read your name in the lights All the ads and people say "Beauty lets you get your way" Tried your best to prove them right But living on the streets ain't bad Sad people make you glad Pardon me, could you spare some change? Oh, you're still crying Street corner girl Watch the crowd go by Fill your tin can with life Summer days tend to slip away Like your men you couldn't make them stay Hard to choose, whiskey or a wife Sometimes you wonder where's the end Where you goin' where you been? Happiness seems so hard to win Most never care to find Della Brown sees it all the time Looking for that man To make her smile again Oh, you're still crying
Submitted by Morgoth — Mar 26, 2026