BLACK EYED PEAS - WHERE IS THE LOVE?

What’s wrong with the world, mama
People livin’ like they ain’t got no mamas
I think the whole world addicted to the drama
Only attracted to things that’ll bring you trauma
Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin’
In the USA, the big CIA
The Bloods and the Crips and the KKK

But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And when you hate then you’re bound to get irate, yeah
Madness is what you demonstrate
And that’s exactly how anger works and operates
Man, you gotta have love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love, y’all, y’all

People killin’, people dyin’,
Children hurt can you hear them cryin’?
Can you practice what you preach?
Would you turn the other cheek?

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
‘Cause people got me, got me questionin’
Where is the love (Love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love
The love, the love?

It just ain’t the same, always unchanged
New days are strange, is the world insane
If love and peace is so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don’t belong
Nations droppin’ bombs
Chemical gasses fillin’ lungs of little ones
With ongoin’ sufferin’ as the youth die young
So ask yourself is the lovin’ really gone
So I could ask myself really what is goin’ wrong
In this world that we livin’ in people keep on givin’ in
Makin’ wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends
Not respectin’ each other, deny thy brother
A war is goin’ on but the reason’s undercover
The truth is kept secret, it’s swept under the rug
If you never know truth then you never know love
Where’s the love, y’all, come on (I don’t know)
Where’s the truth, y’all, come on (I don’t know)
Where’s the love, y’all

People killin’, people dyin’,
Children hurt can you hear them cryin’?
Can you practice what you preach?
Would you turn the other cheek?

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
‘Cause people got me, got me questionin’
Where is the love (Love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love
The love, the love?

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
As I’m gettin’ older, y’all, people gets colder
Most of us only care about money makin’
Selfishness got us followin’ the wrong direction
Wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria
Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema
Yo, whatever happened to the values of humanity
Whatever happened to the fairness in equality
Instead in spreading love we spreading animosity
Lack of understanding, leading lives away from unity
That’s the reason why sometimes I’m feelin’ under
That’s the reason why sometimes I’m feelin’ down
There’s no wonder why sometimes I’m feelin’ under
Gotta keep my faith alive ’til love is found
Now ask yourself

Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
‘Cause people got me, got me questionin’
Where is the love?

Sing with me y’all

One world, one world
(We only got) One world, one world
(That’s all we got) One world, one world
And something’s wrong wit it (Yeah)
Something’s wrong wit it (Yeah)
Something’s wrong wit the wo-wo-world, yeah
We only got (One world, one world)
That’s all we got (One world, one world)

PENNYWISE - THE WESTERN WORLD

We are the dregs of the western world
The steroid boys, and video girls
We are the viral internet stars, and the anchormen can’t stop crying.
We are the dead with the dreaded disease,
Delivering our songs for you and me
Let’s go, alright, alright let’s go
What the fuck are you saying?

No, I don’t wanna live here anymore (Gonna watch it burn)
We are the best, and we fight ’til the death,
There’s nothing left worth fighting for
In the western world (Hey, Hey x 4)

This is the end of evolution’s rise,
The feeding frenzy of the a civilized,
The paparazzi parasites,
And the vultures can’t stop feeding,
This is the face of a vanity
The tabloid death of inhumanity
Let’s go, alright, alright let’s go
What the fuck are you saying?

No, I don’t wanna live here anymore (Gonna watch it burn)
We take the best, and we spit out the rest,
And always leave ‘em wanting more,
In the western world (Hey, Hey x 4)

We are the dregs of the western world
The steroid boys, and video girls
We are the viral internet stars, and the anchormen can’t stop lying.
We are the dead with the dreaded disease,
Delivering our songs for you and me
Let’s go, alright, alright let’s go (let’s go)
What the fuck are you saying?

No, I don’t wanna live here anymore (Gonna watch it burn)
We are the best, and we fight ’til the death,
There’s nothing left worth fighting for

No, I don’t wanna live here anymore (Gonna watch it burn)
We take the best, and we spit out the rest,
And always leave ‘em wanting more,
In the western world (Hey, Hey)
Hey, We got nothing to do (Hey, Hey)
In the western world (Hey, Hey)
In the western world
In the western world

At the Entering of the New Year

        I (OLD STYLE)

Our songs went up and out the chimney,
And roused the home-gone husbandmen;
Our allemands, our heys, poussettings,
Our hands-across and back again,
Sent rhythmic throbbings through the casements
        On to the white highway,
Where nighted farers paused and muttered,
        ”Keep it up well, do they!”

The contrabasso’s measured booming
Sped at each bar to the parish bounds,
To shepherds at their midnight lambings,
To stealthy poachers on their rounds;
And everybody caught full duly
        The notes of our delight,
As Time unrobed the Youth of Promise
        Hailed by our sanguine sight.

        II (NEW STYLE)

We stand in the dusk of a pine-tree limb,
As if to give ear to the muffled peal,
Brought or withheld at the breeze’s whim;
But our truest heed is to words that steal
From the mantled ghost that looms in the gray,
And seems, so far as our sense can see,
To feature bereaved Humanity,
As it sighs to the imminent year its say:—

“O stay without, O stay without,
Calm comely Youth, untasked, untired;
Though stars irradiate thee about
Thy entrance here is undesired.
Open the gate not, mystic one;
        Must we avow what we would close confine?
        With thee, good friend, we would have converse none,
Albeit the fault may not be thine.”

December 31. During the War.

— Thomas Hardy (1840 - 1928), English Poet