Nineteen

Not long ago, there was a time. When everything would blow my mind. Then I'd learn a bit more, learn a bit more. It canceled everything I learned before.

Stella

i was raised on a dirt road. ghost town, stray dogs. whole nine, the gold mine closed down. i knew the woods like the back of my hand. and i would shoot the breeze.

Conveyor Belt Blues

Square Three

Buck 65-Square 3. . [intro]. music to be murdered by. it is mood music in a juggular vein and i hope you like it. our record requires only the simplist of equipment.

New Generation

we're the new generation. we're keepin' the faith. the promise of life. and the human race. the powers of the country. will soon be in our hands. with a new set of people.

Computer Master

Square One

Buck 65-Square 1. . (Some mumbling...). Pretty soon the hippies of today, will be the squares of tomorrow. It was the echoing voices of the old ones. Through thick steeled forests and over scorched earth.

Comet Shower

My Town

I got the tunes in my pocket, in an old ass Walkman. Walking to the beach with a bottle of Black & Tan. Keys in the Velcro where it always should be. Time's tickin' by but it doesn't concern me.

Spread 'em

I tell you there's some. Someone at the door. . Alright, hands up, better yet, hit the dirt. Pervert, nobody moves, nobody gets hurt. It's a bust, gonna tear this place apart and dust for prints.

Combat Shadow

More Than Your Eyes Can See

i'm still alive and i rely on my will to survive. cause i'll know someday that i'll be ok. and i'll have done time. i won't give up, no i won't come back down.

Sounds From The Back Of The Bus

I hide behind the curtain listening to whispers with my fingers cross. I got 2 little sisters to think about. In the event that ghosts appears. I'm told I'm supposed to hear a signal when the coast is clear.

Colma

Slow Drama

The race is over and I won, these are not contradictory facts.. All that's left now is victory laps,. and I have no intention of slowing the pace,. so unless you're a sucker you won't be showing your face..

Collision

Little Pain Inside

I realize I'm hungry. I recognize the pain in my gut. I don't know where it comes from. Or what I'm gonna do about it. This little pain inside my tiny tummy.

Weary With Toil

'Tis love which makes the elephant forget. 'Tis love which makes the elephant forget. Weary with toil, my soul seeks sweet repose. Yet far from home, no comfort is there to find.

Sleep Apnoea

[spoken]:. In my darkness. I speak now upon this object of nature. And now upon that. And find it impossible to soothe my restless head. However much I wish it.

Cobra's Hood

Buckethead Land the worlds premier amusment park.. Where all your deams and nightmares can come true.. . Yea, as i understand it, ah, I understand he was raised in a chicken coop..