megatallicarob
04-01-2003, 02:21 PM
It started out as a joke. just me doodling on my guitar over a hiphop (which i NEVER really listen too) drum loop. i posted it on another website and a pal put lyrix to it. just today i added bass. it's basically 3 metallica riffs. i did all the music & programming.
here is the link for the song:
http://www.guitar.com/artists/sounds/Rob_Thorne-Raptallica_with_bass.mp3
thanx... youz guyz are the best,
-Rob
oh... and here are the lyrix:
Better to suffer than live under the spell of hell,
Spewed from television, fueled my decision to rebel,
But no anarchy sign aligned with public restroom tile,
Could defile the Virgin record store, the burning CD pile,
A prolific reaction to an artist's awkward opinions
On an awkward conflict, shock and awe assulted the minions,
And musicians who mastrubate free speech impeded invasions,
Or so the propaganda claims
Ironically enough the church and state have gotten married,
And they cut the cake to make the mindless masses who have carried,
in the greeting cards and smart bombs a little more complacent,
If they use the nukes I'm sure we'll all be safe in the basement,
But enough about the terrorists, it's spring break '03,
Time to cast aside your morals and your thongs on MTV,
Because it's party time, we need a party song,
And I'm sure this war won't last that long,
People are dying but don't make me miss my American Idol,
Support your troops by riffing over drum loops, just kidding het,
Fill up your SUV with oil from Alaska, I'll ask ya,
politely to pose patriotic or die,
I'm not trying to incite riots, insight's imperitive,
Insiders are predicting a plunge in prices, dare I live,
Without flying a fabric tinted red, white, and blue,
From my Chevy Lumina, American made in 1992,
While signed rappers rocking Air Force Ones are getting airplay,
Oh say can you say hypocrisy me sits here all day,
Comparing and contemplating facts, in fact I'm wearing,
shoes with holes, and worn out soles,
Like the worn out souls suffering through war's blows, and their ears,
Need a soothing sound to drown out the impending attack fears,
Scrolling text on CNN can never seem to rhyme,
And I'm updated hourly with insults ahead of my time,
Four on the floor could possibly garner a new meaning,
When your family goes through a terrorist screening,
So make sure to blast the Star Spangled Banner as things worsen,
But I tend to prefer Jimi Hendrix's version,
People are dying but don't make me miss my American Idol,
Support your troops by riffing over drum loops, just kidding het,
Fill up your SUV with oil from Alaska, I'll ask ya,
politely to pose patriotic or die,
Insert catchy anti-war chorus here,
Insert catchy anti-war chorus here,
Insert catchy anti-war chorus here,
Make sure to cash in on the public's fear,
My American dreams, come apart at the seams,
My American dreams, don't even know what that means,
My American dreams, come apart at the seams,
My American dreams, don't even know what that means.
here is the link for the song:
http://www.guitar.com/artists/sounds/Rob_Thorne-Raptallica_with_bass.mp3
thanx... youz guyz are the best,
-Rob
oh... and here are the lyrix:
Better to suffer than live under the spell of hell,
Spewed from television, fueled my decision to rebel,
But no anarchy sign aligned with public restroom tile,
Could defile the Virgin record store, the burning CD pile,
A prolific reaction to an artist's awkward opinions
On an awkward conflict, shock and awe assulted the minions,
And musicians who mastrubate free speech impeded invasions,
Or so the propaganda claims
Ironically enough the church and state have gotten married,
And they cut the cake to make the mindless masses who have carried,
in the greeting cards and smart bombs a little more complacent,
If they use the nukes I'm sure we'll all be safe in the basement,
But enough about the terrorists, it's spring break '03,
Time to cast aside your morals and your thongs on MTV,
Because it's party time, we need a party song,
And I'm sure this war won't last that long,
People are dying but don't make me miss my American Idol,
Support your troops by riffing over drum loops, just kidding het,
Fill up your SUV with oil from Alaska, I'll ask ya,
politely to pose patriotic or die,
I'm not trying to incite riots, insight's imperitive,
Insiders are predicting a plunge in prices, dare I live,
Without flying a fabric tinted red, white, and blue,
From my Chevy Lumina, American made in 1992,
While signed rappers rocking Air Force Ones are getting airplay,
Oh say can you say hypocrisy me sits here all day,
Comparing and contemplating facts, in fact I'm wearing,
shoes with holes, and worn out soles,
Like the worn out souls suffering through war's blows, and their ears,
Need a soothing sound to drown out the impending attack fears,
Scrolling text on CNN can never seem to rhyme,
And I'm updated hourly with insults ahead of my time,
Four on the floor could possibly garner a new meaning,
When your family goes through a terrorist screening,
So make sure to blast the Star Spangled Banner as things worsen,
But I tend to prefer Jimi Hendrix's version,
People are dying but don't make me miss my American Idol,
Support your troops by riffing over drum loops, just kidding het,
Fill up your SUV with oil from Alaska, I'll ask ya,
politely to pose patriotic or die,
Insert catchy anti-war chorus here,
Insert catchy anti-war chorus here,
Insert catchy anti-war chorus here,
Make sure to cash in on the public's fear,
My American dreams, come apart at the seams,
My American dreams, don't even know what that means,
My American dreams, come apart at the seams,
My American dreams, don't even know what that means.