Year 59 (LIX) was a common year starting on Monday (link will display the full calendar) of the Julian calendar. At the time, it was known as the Year of the Capito of Apronianus and Capito (or, less frequently, year 812 Ab urbe condita). The denomination 59 for this year has been used since the early medieval period, when the Anno Domini calendar era became the prevalent method in Europe for naming years.
Jesper Kyd Jakobson (born February 3, 1972) is an award winning Danish video game, television and film score composer. Internationally renowned for composing the unique, signature music soundtracks for multi-million selling franchises Assassin's Creed, Hitman and Borderlands, Kyd’s distinctive scores feature a diverse array of orchestra, choir, acoustic manipulations and electronic soundscapes, immersing audiences with emotional depth often described by critics as ‘rousing,’ ‘surreal’ and ‘beautiful.’[citation needed]
Kyd started playing piano at an early age. Later, he took several years of training in classical guitar, note reading, choir singing and classical composition for piano. However, he is mostly self-taught. Kyd was always more interested in the compositional aspects of music and received a Commodore 64 when he was 14, enabling him to compose music for the demoscene. Several years later he obtained an Amiga, allowing him to compose music with samples in it. He, along with his good friend and collaborator, Mikael Balle, became a member of the demo group Silents DK, and after some time started collaborating with a group of coders known as Crionics, which would arguably later prove vital for his professional career. They eventually made the legendary Amiga demoscene production Hardwired. He also created and scored the first wild demo, Global Trash 2, together with Mikael Balle.
have you said enough?
enough to hurt someone? make them feel alone?
hollering about heritage, wasting all the t.v. time?
because of something that someone said before i was alive
to add insult to the ignorance, you think you're always right
how can you sleep at night when your running people's lives
take a look at them, can you tell what's in their heart?
(chorus)
it's 1999 no '59
put your trust in ignorance - so blind
it doesn't matter what color, class or creed you are
have you said enough?
enough to hurt someone? make them feel alone?
hollering about heritage, wasting all the t.v. time?
because of something that someone said before i was alive
to add insult to the ignorance, you think you're always right
how can you sleep at night when your running people's lives
take a look at them, can you tell what's in their heart?
(chorus)
it's 1999 no '59
put your trust in ignorance - so blind
it doesn't matter what color, class or creed you are
Your half as empty as your shit fuck stand
Your stand for money, power and a cheap ass fuck
Promises rely on premature plans
Your clutches so weak you can’t stand your ground
Instead of making the right of wrong
You play your blame game when crisis strikes
You build hate amongst our race
Into our fucking land behind our face
Stabbing the back of your brothers
Your people, your selfish survival, your game of lies
Conning the innocent on racial belief
And give rise to them new born enemies
Who gives a fuck
Who gives a fuck
Who gives a fuck
Who gives a fuck
Who gives a fuck
Who gives a fuck
Hollow hopes is your insight
You give us all the shit till your votes are wide
Hypocrisy is your political right
Fucking scum motherfuckers an infection inside
Your strategies for ministerial berths
Dishonest and deceptive, your allies so sore
You call our land as the mother of all
And treat her like a whore
Fight for the right, for our rights
For our lives, you cannot run the nation so, fuck you
You've got the nerves to exploit all the ones
Who rely on your bullshit plays
Who gives a fuck
Who gives a fuck
Who gives a fuck
Who gives a fuck
Who gives a fuck
Who gives a fuck
We give a fuck
We give a fuck
We give a fuck
We give a fuck
We give a fuck
We give a fuck
Taking back my time I lost what I had to realize
Feeling this emptiness because of somebody else
Stop - Lies, cries, deceit
You are the ones who would see us burn and die
Steal all our souls and fuck sell it at a cheap price
Fake sign of lotus, the hand of corruption
Stop - Lies, cries, deceit
Well I was born back in '59
I didn't come late, I was right on time.
We had a '59 ford, that never ran quite right.
We'd catch a drive in movie, every saturday night.
Well times were hard for the working man
Daddy tried to understand.
Everything I love is from '59
My first guitar and that girl of mine.
Everything I want is from '59
I guess i'm behind the times
'cause everything I love's from '59.
Well the prince said hey Grace Kelly
would you be my wife?
And Bobby Darin sang MACK THE KNIFE
They took Eddie Cochran what could we do?
Once he was gone we knew that rock and roll was through.
We had technicolor at the scene of the crime
Coupe Devilles rolling off of the line.
Everything I love is from '59
My first guitar and that girl of mine.
Everything I want is from '59
I guess i'm behind the times
'cause everything I love's from '59.
Everything I love
Everything I love
Everything I love
Everything.
Wonder where as time rolls on
All that style from 1959 has gone.
But i've got memories in the back of my mind.
What it was like to be alive in '59.
We had technicolor at the scene of the crime,
Coupe Devilles rolling off of the line.
Everything I love is from '59
My first guitar and that girl of mine.
Everything I want is from '59
I guess i'm behind the times.
Everything I love is from '59
My first guitar and that girl of mine.
'cause everything I love,
everything I love,
everything I love's from '59.