Rock art is a term used in archaeology for any human-made markings made on natural stone. They can be divided into:
In addition, petroforms and inukshuks are rock art made by aligning or piling natural stones. The stones themselves are used as large markings on the ground.
The term rock art appears in the published literature as early as the 1940s. It has also been described as "rock carvings", "rock drawings", "rock engravings", "rock inscriptions", "rock paintings", "rock pictures", "rock records" "rock sculptures.,
Both petroglyphs and pictographs can be parietal. That is, they can be on the walls of a cave or rock shelter, open-air (meaning they are made on exposed natural outcrops) or monument-based, which are made on stones consciously deposited.
The earliest evidence of painting derives from archaeological sites in two rock-shelters in Arnhem Land, in northern Australia. In the lowest layer of material at these sites there are used pieces of ochre estimated to be 60,000 years old. Archaeologists have also found a fragment of rock painting preserved in a limestone rock-shelter in the Kimberley region of North-Western Australia dated at 40 000 years old. Pigments from the "Bradshaw paintings" of the Kimberley are so old they have become part of the rock itself, making carbon dating impossible. Some experts suggest that these paintings are in the vicinity of 50,000 years old and may even pre-date aboriginal settlement.
Graham Hancock (born 2 August 1950 in Edinburgh, Scotland) is a British writer and journalist. Hancock specialises in unconventional theories involving ancient civilizations, stone monuments or megaliths, altered states of consciousness, ancient myths and astronomical/astrological data from the past. One of the main themes running through many of his books is the possible global connection with a "mother culture" from which he believes all ancient historical civilizations sprang.
Born in Edinburgh, Scotland, Hancock's formative years were spent in India, where his father worked as a surgeon. Having returned to the UK, he graduated from Durham University in 1973, receiving a First Class Honours degree in Sociology.
As a journalist, Hancock worked for many British papers, such as The Times, The Sunday Times, The Independent, and The Guardian. He was co-editor of New Internationalist magazine from 1976–1979 and East Africa correspondent of The Economist from 1981-1983.
Hot lover, turn up the heat
I want your sugar, girl your love tastes so sweet
I feel a fire burnin’ under me
I’ve got a hunger that you love’s gotta feed
You make me sweat, you turn me ’round
You get me up, you never let me down
You make me rock hard, baby all night
Love’s like a glove and it fits just rights
You make me rock hard, so baby hold tight
Come on baby, let’s rock hard, baby all night
I’m under a physical spell
I’m a prisoner and your love is my cell
Once I get started I can’t stop
I can’t cool down ’cause this love is so hot
You make me sweat, you turn me ’round
You get me up, you never let me down
You make me rock hard, baby all night
Love’s like a glove and it fits just right
You make me rock hard, so baby hold tight
Come on baby, let’s rock hard, baby all night
You make me sweat, you turn me ’round
You get me up, you never let me down
You make me rock hard, baby all night
Love’s like a glove and it fits just right
You make me rock hard, so baby hold tight
Come on baby, let’s rock hard, baby let’s
Rock hard, baby all night
Love’s like a glove and it fits just right
You make me rock hard, so baby hold tight
Come on baby, let’s rock hard, baby all night
All night, all night, yeah, all night, hey
You make me rock hard, baby all night
Love’s like a glove and it fits just right
You make me rock hard, so baby hold tight
Come on baby, let’s rock hard, baby let’s
Rock hard, baby all night
We're we're we're
We're the b-boys, we don't regret
There's nothing wrong with your TV set
We're a gettin loose
We couldn't be harder
Our beats are bigger and better and longer
Got real rock shit
You must admit
Not fake, not false, not counterfit
I can play the drums, I can play gituar
Not just b-boys, but real rock stars
Rock, rock rock...
When we borrow your shit, you better hit the deck
You'll walk the plank for your dis
Respect, respect, respect...
If you front on the Rock, best run and hide
If you got static, we'll take it outside
And you start to get dulled by the Beastie Boys
Use real rock beats, show off big toys
Like claps of thunder from the cumulus clouds
So we'll pump up the beat and make it real loud
Loud...
A, then scrach it...
Heavy metal tension running through your blood
Too much rock step off the pud
Too much treble mid-range and bass
The beat's so hard it'll dick your face
You'll crush out hard rock hard beats hard
Rock cold rythms for fanitic freaks
Some people say this has been done
We're hear we're now
And the battles won
Fists...
Fists of fury in an MC bout
Rock so hard it'll knock you out
The very first blow is a kick in the snout
The beat's so def that you better beware
When you're talkin' bass right in your face
The walls crumble down, destroying the place
The finishing touch is the bokasat-slam
The final blow in the five finger jam
Some...
Sometimes I write rythms rather write rhymes
He writes his and I write mine
Rock 'n roll rythms are raunchy and ronkis
We're from Manhatten, you're from Secaucus
Mike D AdRock and MCA
Not before long I can hear you say
In a way these boys got juice
They're goin' off you know they love to get loose
Get loose get loose...
Poose
Gettin' the Ad Ad AdRock
MCA Mike D. in the place to be
The Beastie Boys showin' up in toy
That's right
Uh, Uh
In the place to be
You know it, you know it
AdRock, uh uh
When the party gets loose
Slop one, slop one
And your goin' the boots
Everybody gettin' trouble
LOV on the New York C.
Double R double R
Better off the by
Just takin' off the jile
Like I lost my style
Gonna' grab my rhyme
All the nigros the got style
You can catch five, or catch me in the CL-5
Whatever way dog, the Game get live
Keepin it gangsta in a P.D. fitted velour
Late night I'm in Dublin's and I got myself a four
The hood love me, hoodrats gotta hug me
Pop ex, spark the buba, the shit get ugly
Rock the mic anywhere, and I ain't talkin 'bout a concert dog
Talkin 'bout ten niggaz in converts dog
Get it crackin like we out in the yard, and the warden's watchin
Only difference is the whores is watchin
Still love to see a nigga, roll up on 20's
Hop in that six-four, roll up on Bentley's like
I'm a gangsta bay-bee from the C-P-T
Run with the (Pound) like I'm from DPG
If it's beef, you C-Murder like it ain't No Limit
And I represent the P like Russell Simmons
Chorus
I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it? Good, okay
It's the Black Sox and Get Low we get dough
In the Yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'
I know ya, love to watch me, 'specially when I'm lookin rocky
The trey with the broccoli with my handles on the Kawasaki
Handle my jewels with the cuff in my shoes
Avi jacket on my elbow, 50 coast the jewels
In my neighborhood I'm Young Bill Gates, never shuffle the cake
So cover my face, and run up in the place
I'm a superstar, dick and my chain, glass bezel and bang
80 karats on my pinky and rang
Crews buzz when you speakin my name, cause I'm deep in the game
With top cool thangs and million dollar planes
I'm a maniac, young boy gone, like a young Roy Jones
You ought of my zone and ain't nobody home
In my neighborhood, produce stars, stakes is high
Now we soarin through the spacious skies
Strap yo' body with them K's and ride, the handle is up
Switchin gears, hit the pedal and ride
Chorus
I'm a shining star
And I gotta hit the boulevard in that new Jaguar
Why he move through traffic like that, purple haze
Ralways, the Ojays, the gangsta lean so...
Walking downtown with a fat booty
Thinking you get a ring, say don't it at your door
I got like 20 G's only
Designer from my head to the floor
These n-ggas they seeing me
Peep then they wanne be me, but they know that they can't
I got worldwide streets status
Affiliated with the gangstas and killers
Yeah, now my n-ggas, I ride for my n-ggas
And I'll die for my n-ggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rich friday
What what, shout out to all my n-ggas killin'
Yeah, yeah, shout out to these bitches feelin'
Fly shit, on the Earth I live in the shook
Top it....often get yourself some decepts
These young n-ggas that ride with me they scream murder
Now feds stash that shit up and he out, dawg, he working
That yola all in my bloodline, still give me that money
They come through and bang, bang on you like the screen 300
Codeine all in my stomach, ..... that Rolie
....
Riding around with them yonkers
Claiming they got shooters, but they shooters ain't got bodies
Walking downtown with a fat booty
Thinking you get a ring, say don't it at your door
I got like 20 G's only
Designer from my head to the floor
These n-ggas they seeing me
Peep then they wanne be me, but they know that they can't
I got worldwide streets status
Affiliated with the gangstas and killers
Yeah, now my n-ggas, I ride for my n-ggas
And I'll die for my n-ggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rich friday
[NICKI MINAJ]
Wow, wow, wow - got that [?] trying to [?] me
Yeah, yeah, yeah - popping bottles, dream of Genie
Fly as f-ck on the planet, live in a castle
Love me, my little waist, my ass colossal
These ....I f-ck with get money
That Atlanta, that Texas, that Alabama, Montgomery
These ..... ain't no dummy, bitches, we finna get that money
They pack-packing that gunny
You top shitting and get done it
....., got that Angelina, that Jolie
I'm playing Jane, no ice, ain't no need for that goalie
My jet private stay Boeing, they both claiming they hoing
This jacket head cost 10 thousand, the tag on it say .....
Walking downtown with a fat booty
Thinking you get a ring, say don't it at your door
I got like 20 G's only
Designer from my head to the floor
These n-ggas they seeing me
Peep then they wanne be me, but they know that they can't
I got worldwide streets status
Affiliated with the gangstas and killers
Yeah, now my n-ggas, I ride for my n-ggas
And I'll die for my n-ggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rich friday
40 grand for the sky dweller
4 grand on the .....
44, I'm a pawn fella
Bad bitch 40 times
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth, smoke
My baby kissed my baby's daddy, gotta go
Semi-automatic, ready for the show
Clique full of killers, that's my band, we all rock and roll
Drum roll for the ---- plea
We shopping for bodies, killing sprees
We be in the club spending rent
We be buying cars [----
Couldn't see me if I had no tint
Superman that Clark Kent
You choke, don't do ----, I'm always on some new shit
-----tracking my movie
Walking downtown with a fat booty
Thinking you get a ring, say don't it at your door
I got like 20 G's only
Designer from my head to the floor
These n-ggas they seeing me
Peep then they wanne be me, but they know that they can't
I got worldwide streets status
Affiliated with the gangstas and killers
Yeah, now my n-ggas, I ride for my n-ggas
And I'll die for my n-ggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rich friday
It's friday, it's friday
2 million dollars in the driveway
I need more money ASAP Rocky
Streetsweeper, get the floor moppin'
I done started with a bank roll
Whipping salt harder than tank door
Smoking killer, I am with a killer
Pull up to the dealer looking like a dealer
In the droptop strapped, worth.....
Now he off the wall, million coffee pack
I've seen dreams turned to 25 to life
Mike had 25 a night
And them shoes Alejandro
Shawtie bust it open for a hundo
Walking downtown with a fat booty
Thinking you get a ring, say don't it at your door
I got like 20 G's only
Designer from my head to the floor
These n-ggas they seeing me
Peep then they wanne be me, but they know that they can't
I got worldwide streets status
Affiliated with the gangstas and killers
Yeah, now my n-ggas, I ride for my n-ggas
And I'll die for my n-ggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rock crowd throw your arms around me
I feel glad when you all surround me
It's you, it's you who grounds me
When you're done put me back where you found me
Before the show I never know if I could make it
I spend each day, each day trying not to fake it
Every morning is a constant struggle
My life makes perfect sense
Rock crowd throw your arms around me
I feel glad when you all surround me
It's you, it's you who grounds me
When you're done put me back where you found me
I sit backstage
Oh I never know what to play
My mind gets cloudy
Can't think of what I wanted to say
But when I see you
And we're moving through the night
I feel like I can make it through another night
Rock crowd throw your arms around me
I feel glad when you all surround me
It's you, it's you who grounds me
When you're done put me back where you found me
When I was younger
I dreamed of the people I'd see
All the work that goes into it
No, I never thought about it
When I see you
Oh, my life makes perfect sense
And everything we get from the shared experience
After the show
We can smile together
But only I know
How it starts in the morning again
Rock crowd throw your arms around me
I feel glad when you all surround me
It's you, it's you who grounds me
When you're done put me back where you found me
Rock crowd throw your arms around me
Rock crowd throw your arms around me
Rock crowd throw your arms around me
Rock crowd throw your arms around me
I turn again
Rock crowd throw your arms around me
I turn again
Rock crowd throw your arms around me
I turn again
Rocking down town with a phat booty
Think you get a ring,
20 G's on you, oh oh
[Nicki Minaj]
Yeah yeah some popping bottles, dreaming genie
Flyest bitch on the planet, Live in a castle
Nggas love me, My little waist, My ass collosal
... get money
You talk sht and get done it
You say you haven't been rocked in a long, long time
Oh, good, hard rockin' is so hard to find baby
Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you shout
Oh, your homemade lovin' done knocked me out baby
Oh, now I've looked long enough for you
And let's see if you know what I'm fixin' to do baby
Oh, you wanna little love and that's alright
Oh, your fruit ain't rotten it's oh so right
Oh now, your mama sure done raised you right
When it comes to home cookin' you eat every bite
Take your sweet time... got all night...
I'm gonna show you how to rock me right
Come on and rock me right...
Rock me right...
Rock me right...
I'm gonna show you how to rock me right
Rock me right oh... oh lord...
Well your stomach starts growling, I know what you need baby
Oh, fix me up something salty and sweet
Oh, now homemade cookin' always does the trick
Oh, your cotton ain't rotten just needs to be picked
Oh now, your mama sure done raised you right
When it comes to home cookin' you eat every bite
Take your sweet time... got all night...
I'm gonna show you how to rock me right
Come on and rock me right...
Oh, rock me right...
Rock me right...
I'm gonna show you how to rock me right
Oh, come on and rock me right lord...
Oh, rock me right now...
Yeah, rock me right...
I'm gonna show you how to rock me right
Show me how you do it darlin'...
Show me how you do it baby...
Rock my heart...
Celebrate, celebrate vitality
Free your mind, do just what you want to
You and I, celebrate a special love
That is why I wanna be with you
Chorus:
Rock my heart
When we come together
We'll make it better
Every day
Rock my heart
When we come together
We'll make it better
Every day
Rock my heart
Rock my heart
Rock my heart
Celebrate, let the music fill your soul
Take a ride, yeah, ride on the rhythm
Celebrate, we can make the world go round
You and I, you and I
(Repeat Chorus)
Give me all your love
Give me all your love
You And I
Rock my heart
Rock my heart
She spent the whole of last summer
Lookin' out for a six foot two.
She gave them all a good chance
She was cool so she told 'em what to do.
What she needs is a real special guy
And if you knew her you would never wonder why.
When you see her now you'll see her with a six foot two.
She never takes a chance
She doesn't need romance.
Her love is - rock hard -
She never takes a chance.
She never dates to dance
Her love is - rock hard -
She goes to parties
With a boyfriend hangin' on her arm
No-one give her any lip
No-one does her any harm
All the other girls hangin' in the hall.
She got the boys all wishin' they could call
She starts makin' out and someone's ringin# on the fire alarm.
She never takes a chance
Come on everybody there's a rock party tonight
Come on everybody there's a rock party tonight
Everybody's dancin' and everybody feels alright
Well there's a whole lotta shakin' at the rock party tonight
Said there's a whole lotta shakin' at the rock party tonight
Ain't nobody fakin', and everybody feels alright
Yeah, it's a rock party
Said, it's a rock party
Everything is gonna be alright
At the rock party tonight
I feel like shakin' up somebody's home
I'm sick and tired of drinkin' alone
I'm gonna show you that I'm Bad To The Bone
At the rock party tonight
Well there's a whole lot a groovy people rockin' out tonight
There's a whole lot of groovy people rockin' out tonight
So grab yourself a partner and everything'll be alright
Yeah, it's a rock party
Said, it's a rock party
Everybody's gonna feel alright
At the rock party tonight
I feel like shakin' up somebody's home
I'm gonna party til the cow's come home
Don't look for me cause I'm Long Gone
At the rock party tonight
Yeah, it's a rock party
Said, it's a rock party
It's a rock party
Well it's a rock party
And everything is gonna be alright
Cleaning an old box
I found so many things
That i've forgotten for a while
The pictres
The letters
The rhymes that we shared
A teddy bear
That you gave me on valentine's
Always and always you
Will rock my heart
My time is over
But i'll be back for sure
Tomorrow is another day
Oh! those pictures
Those letters
The rhymes that we shared
That teddy bear
That you gave me on valentine's
Always and always you
Rage! rage! rage! rage!
Rage hard!
Laugh like the head of apollo
Young and strong on the wings of tomorrow
Rise up in millions get off your knees
Dispelling the demons
In the valley of danger
We all work together, sculptures in sorrow
With love light to follow, on
Sweet head of apollo
Rage hard, into the light
Rage hard, doing it right, doing it right
Rage hard, against the dark
Rage hard, make your mark
Let the tournament begin
Don't give up and don't give in
Strength to rise up, strength to win
Strength to save the wor(l)d from losing
Rage hard, into the light
Rage hard, doing it right
Rage hard, against the dark
Rage hard
Rage!
Rage hard
Though blue eyes of children
They shine without fear
Hope is the future, with oceans of cheer
Nothing to fear
There's nothing to fear
Though laughter of angels resounding
From heaven keep fighting the favours
Of charlatan saviours, charlatan saviours
Rage hard, into the light
Rage hard, doing it right, doing it right
Rage hard, against the dark
Rage hard, make your mark
Let the tournament begin
Don't give up and don't give in
Rage hard, into the light
Rage hard, doing it right
Rage hard, against the dark
Rage hard, make your mark
I don't know which way to go
My love's like driven snow
When we past the test of time
My love you shall be mine
And if only, lost and lonely
Is all that's wrong with me, we' ll be free
Be free, be free
Laugh like the head of apollo
Young and strong on the wings of tomorrow
Rage hard
Rage hard
Let the tournament begin
Don't give up and don't give in
Rage hard, into the light
Rage hard, doing it right
Let the tournament begin
Don't give up and don't give in
Strength to rise up, strength to win