| 13070 |
A generation so much dumber than it's parents came. |
Tragically Hip, |
At The Hundredth Meridian |
| 13071 |
A new day will dawn for those who stand strong, and the forests will echo with laughter. |
Led Zeppelin, |
Stairway To Heaven |
| 13072 |
Accidents happen. There's one planned today. |
The Strokes, |
The Way It Is |
| 13073 |
All I see is ass and me hitting it from behind. |
Jodeci, |
Come Up To My Room |
| 13074 |
All I see, is a man too afraid to really be. |
Korn, |
Fake |
| 13075 |
Armies gather in the East for the war that's soon to come. Death will march with the mark of the beast, so seek the light and walk with the Son. |
Randy Travis, |
Jerusalem's Cry |
| 13076 |
As I got hit by a car, there was a message for me. |
They Might Be Giants, |
Subliminal |
| 13077 |
As we look into the future, it's as far as we can see. So let's make each tomorrow be the best that it can be. |
George Strait, |
I Cross My Heart |
| 13078 |
Better change your ways, we coming up on stranger days. |
KRS-One, |
Tears |
| 13079 |
Bolt up the door, the future is coming. |
Misfits, |
Death Comes Ripping |
| 13080 |
By the year 2006, the music known today as the blues will exist only in the classical record department of your local public library. |
Blues Brothers, |
Can't Turn You Loose |
| 13081 |
Chaos is the future, and beyond it is freedom. |
Sonic Youth, |
Confusion Is Next |
| 13082 |
Children of the future, watching empires fall. Madness the cup they drink from, self destruction the toll. |
Ozzy Osbourne, |
Revelation |
| 13083 |
Day of judgment, God is calling. On their knees the war pigs crawling. Begging mercy for their sins, Satan laughing spreads his wings. |
Black Sabbath, |
War Pigs |
| 13084 |
Don't let them tell you the future's electric, cause gasolines not measured in metric. |
White Stripes, |
The 3 Big Killed My Baby |
| 13085 |
Everywhere around me I see jealousy and mayhem, because no men have all their peace of mind to carry them. |
Steely Dan, |
Night By Night |
| 13086 |
Future complications in the strings between the cans. But no prints can come from fingers, if machines become our hands. |
Jack Johnson, |
The Horizon Has Been Defeated |
| 13087 |
Get this chip out of my head. |
Jets to Brazil, |
Resistance Is Futile |
| 13088 |
Give me crack and anal sex, take the only tree that's left and stuff it up the hole in your culture. |
Leonard Cohen, |
The Future |
| 13089 |
Green Acres, the Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville Junction will no longer be so damn relevant, and women will not care if Dick gets down with Jane on Search for Tomorrow. |
Gil Scott Heron, |
The Revolution Will Not Be Televised |