In the history of the human race
Of all the inspirations for the separation of man from his true tribal culture
Of all the inspirations for the acts of violence from one man onto another
From one nation onto another, from one oppressor onto the oppressed
There is no more guilty party and inspiration than those books known
As the Holy Bible, the Koran, and the Bagavad Gita to spread separation of mankind

The Bible is bullshit, the Koran is a lie
The Bagavad Gita did not fall from the sky
These are the books that were written by men
They’ve caused wars, now follow if you can

They took away our love and gave us fear
Tried to make us hate the one who put us here
Then they took our sacred songs and made them wrong
Then they took away our prayers and gave us theirs

The Bible is bullshit, the Koran is a lie
The Bagavad Gita did not fall from the sky
These are the books that are written by men
They’ve caused wars, now follow if you can

First they created sin so they could win
Then they built the cages they could put us in
Then they took away our tribes and gave us jail
Then they took away the Earth and gave us hell

The Bible is bullshit, the Koran is a lie
The Bagavad Gita did not fall from the sky
These are the books that are written by men
They’ve caused wars, now follow if you can

It’s time for you to love one another
It’s time for you to recognize your brother
It’s time for us to stop killing our mother
It’s time for us to care for each other

The Bible is bullshit!

By Corporate Avenger.

Too much love will kill you
If you can’t make up your mind
Torn between the lover
And the love you leave behind
You’re headed for disaster
Cause you never read the signs
Too much love will kill you
Every time…

I’m just the shadow of the man I used to be
And it seems like there’s no way out of this for me
I used to bring you sunshine
Now all I ever do is bring you down
How would it be if you were standing in my shoes
Can’t you see that it’s impossible to choose
No there’s no making sense of it
Every way I go I’m bound to lose.

Too much love will kill you
Just as sure as none at all
It’ll drain the power that’s in you
Make you plead and scream and crawl
And the pain will make you crazy
You’re the victim of your crime
Too much love will kill you
Every time…

Too much love will kill you
It’ll make your life a lie
Yes, too much love will kill you
And you wont understand why
You’d give your life, you’d sell your soul
But here it comes again
Too much love will kill you
In the end…
In the end.

Too Much Love Will Kill You is written by Queen guitarist Brian May, Frank Musker, and Elizabeth Lamers. The song was recorded in around 1988 or before, although it was released in 1995 on their album Made in Heaven. The song was awarded Best Song Musically and Lyrically at the 1997 Novello Awards.

You can buy the song from Amazon only for $0.99.

That suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please.

The game of life is hard to play
I’m gonna to lose it anyway
The losing card I’ll someday lay
So this is all I have to say…

That suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please.

The sword of time will pierce our skins
It doesn’t hurt when it begins
But as it works its way on in
The pain grows stronger, watch it grin.

And suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.

A brave man once requested me
To answer questions that are the key,
“Is it to be or not to be?”
and I replied “oh why ask me?”

And suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.

And you can do the same thing if you please…

The story of Bangladesh
Is an ancient one again made fresh
By blind men who carry out commands
Which flow out of the laws upon which nation stands
Which is to sacrifice a people for a land

Bangladesh, Bangladesh
Bangladesh, Bangladesh
When the sun sinks in the west
Die a million people of the Bangladesh

Once again we stand aside
And watch the families crucified
See a teenage mother’s vacant eyes
As she watches her feeble baby try
To fight the monsoon rains and the cholera flies

And the students at the university
Asleep at night quite peacefully
The soldiers came and shot them in their beds
And terror took the dorm awakening shrieks of dread
And silent frozen forms and pillows drenched in red

Bangladesh, Bangladesh
Bangladesh, Bangladesh
When the sun sinks in the west
Die a million people of the Bangladesh

Did you read about the army officer’s plea
For donor’s blood? It was given willingly
By boys who took the needles in their veins
And from their bodies every drop of blood was drained
No time to comprehend and there was little pain

And so the story of Bangladesh
Is an ancient one again made fresh
By all who carry out commands
Which flow out of the laws upon which nations stand
Which say to sacrifice a people for a land

Bangladesh, Bangladesh
Bangladesh, Bangladesh
When the sun sinks in the west
Die a million people of the Bangladesh

“Song of Bangladesh” was written and sang by American folk singer Joan Baez. You can buy the song from Amazon only for $0.99.

In the old days it was all about achievements
Collecting all your trophies in a shrine
Then everybody came across the internet
And suddenly you had to be online

A home page was all you really needed
To seem like a success but not a geek
As long as you updated semi-annually
And checked your email once or twice a week

You’re no one if you’re not on Twitter…
Technology was moving rather quickly
And the next thing you needed was a blog
With intimate and detailed press releases
And now and then a photo of your dog

More recently the students brought us Facebook
And everybody has a hundred friends
The parties in the photos look amazing
They’re not so great but everyone pretends

You’re no one if you’re not on Twitter…

Now you need to publish every movement
And every single thought to cross your mind
I’m told the Twitterverse is full of rubbish
But most of us are actually quite refined

We validate each other’s insecurities
And brag about the gadgets that we’ve bought
We laugh out loud at every hint of jolliness
And try to self-promote without being caught

You’re no one if you’re not on Twitter…

This awesome geek song written and sang by Ben Walker. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!

And oh, feel free to add me Twitter!

Don’t tell me everything’s over
Don’t take the sun from my eye
It’s much too late to be alone

When our love grows old
And the flower gets cold
I will scream out, should I live
Til there is no room to die

When the colors fade, on the world we’ve made
I will keep on trying, long after the flame is dying

Too late, too long to mention
Too wide to keep it inside
This renovation of my wound-wounded soul

You are the wind of adventure
You are the sun in my eye
You are the one who keeps me whole

One of favourite songs by ATB, 9th track from the album “No Silence”.