Dallas ( /ˈdæləs/) is the third-largest city in the state of Texas and the ninth-largest in the United States. The Dallas-Fort Worth metroplex is the largest metropolitan area in the South and fourth-largest metropolitan area in the United States. Divided between Collin, Dallas, Denton, Kaufman, and Rockwall counties, the city had a population of 1,197,816 in 2010, according to the United States Census Bureau.
The city is the largest economic center of the 12-county Dallas–Fort Worth–Arlington metropolitan area (the DFW MSA) that according to the March 2010 U.S. Census Bureau release, had a population of 6,371,773. The metroplex economy is the sixth largest in the United States, with a 2010 gross metropolitan product of $374 billion.
Dallas was founded in 1841 and was formally incorporated as a city in February 1856. The city's economy is primarily based on banking, commerce, telecommunications, computer technology, energy, healthcare and medical research, transportation and logistics. The city is home to the third largest concentration of Fortune 500 companies in the nation. Located in North Texas and a major city in the American South, Dallas is the main core of the largest inland metropolitan area in the United States that lacks any navigable link to the sea.
Fred Lincoln "Link" Wray Jr (May 2, 1929 – November 5, 2005) was an American rock and roll guitarist, songwriter and occasional singer.
Wray was noted for pioneering a new sound for electric guitars, as exemplified in his 1958 instrumental hit "Rumble", by Link Wray and his Ray Men, which pioneered an overdriven, distorted electric guitar sound. He also "invented the power chord, the major modus operandi of modern rock guitarist," "and in doing so fathering," or making possible, "punk and heavy rock".Rolling Stone placed Wray at number 67 of the 100 greatest guitarists of all time.
Wray was born in Dunn, North Carolina to Fred Lincoln Wray and his wife Lillian M. Coats. Link first heard the slide guitar technique at age eight from a traveling carnival worker nicknamed "Hambone." Link's family moved to Norfolk, Virginia, where his father worked in the U. S. Navy shipyards during World War II. In 1956, the family moved to Washington, D.C., and finally to a farm in Accokeek, Maryland. Link Wray and his brother Vernon went west to Arizona early 1970s, settling in San Francisco several years later.
He's gonna tell you 'bout his dear old mother
Burned up in a factory in Springfield, Mass.
He's gonna tell you 'bout his baby brother
Hustlin' down the city streets
And selling his ass for a dollar bag
He's gonna tell you 'bout his uncle Neddy
Locked up in a prison out in Oregon
He's gonna tell you 'bout his best friend Eddie
Killed in a bar fight with a pair of Marines
And a sailor
He's got the blues, this boy
He's got the blues
You can hear it in his music
He's got the blues, this boy
He's got the blues
You can hear it, you can hear it
When I was nine years old
My daddy ran away
With a woman he met on a train, oh
His little boy
Ran to the room
Where his piano
Lay in wait for him
He played and he played
He played and he played
He's got the blues, this boy
He's got the blues
You can hear it, you can hear it
He's got the blues, this boy
He's got the blues
A year ago, I met a girl
I thought we'd hit a massive groove
But she dumped me
And all we'd hit were the blues
He's got the blues, this boy
He's got the blues
You can hear it in his music
He's got the blues, this boy
Is this the New Year or just another night?
Is this the new fear or just another fright?
Is this the new tear or just another desperation?
Is this the finger or just another fist?
Is this the kingdom or just a hit n' miss?
A misdirection, most in all this desperation
Is this what they call freedom?
Is this what you call pain?
Is this what they call discontented fame?
It'll be a day like this one
When the world caves in
When the world caves in
When the world caves in
I'm singing this one like a broken piece of glass
From broken arms an' broken noses in the back
Is this the New Year or just another desperation?
You're pushing till you're shoving
You bend until you break
Till you stand on the broken fields where our fathers lay
It'll be a day like this one
When the world caves in
When the world caves in
When the world caves in
When the world caves in
When the world caves in
When the world caves in
There's nothing here worth saving,
Is no one here at all?
Is there any net left that could break our fall?
It'll be a day like this one
When the sky falls down and the hungry and poor and deserted are found
Are you discontented? Have you been pushing hard?
Have you been throwing down this broken house of cards?
It'll be a day like this one
When the world caves in
When the world caves in
When the world caves in
Is there nothing left now?
Nothing left to sing
Are there any left who hasn't kiss the enemy?
Is this the New Year or just another desperation?
Does justice never find you? Do the wicked never lose?
Is there any honest song to sing besides these blues?
And nothing is okay
Till the world caves in
Till the world caves in
Till the world caves in
Till the world caves in
Till the world caves in
Until the world caves in
Until the world caves in
Until the world caves in
Until the world caves in
Until the world caves in
Sometimes life it's not easy
Sometimes life is hard and no' dritt
Sometimes life it's not easy
Sometimes life is hard and no' dritt
Sometimes life it's not easy
Sometimes life is virkelig virkelig no' skitt
God free me da vel
God free me da vel
And Vårherre bevar oss
God free me da vel
God free me da vel
And Vårherre bevar oss
God free me da vel
God free me da vel
And Vårherre bevar oss
Sometimes life it's not easy
Sometimes life is horror and gru
Sometimes life it's not easy
Sometimes life is horror and gru
Sometimes shall you not stikk your nose i
But leave it till somebody new
God free me da vel
God free me da vel
And Vårherre bevar oss
God free me da vel
God free me da vel
And Vårherre bevar oss
God free me da vel
God free me da vel
The Blues - Guns N Roses
All the love in the world couldn't save you
All the innocence inside
You know I tried so hard to make you
To make you change your mind
And it hurts too much to see you
And how you left yourself behind
You know I wouldn't want to be you
Now that's a hell I cant describe
So now I wander through my days
Trying to find my ways
To the feelings that I felt
I saved for you and no one else
And though as long as this road seems
I know its called the street of dreams
But that's not stardust on my feet
It leaves a taste that's bittersweet
That's called the blues
I don't know just what I should do
Everywhere I go I see you
Although its what you planned, this much is true, oh oh
What I thought was beautiful don't live inside of you, anymore, oh oh
I don't know just what I should do
Everywhere I go I see you
You know it's what we planned, this much is true, oh oh
What I thought was beautiful don't live inside of you, anymore oh oh
What this means to me
The more I know you believe
What I thought was you now
Has cost more that it should for me
What I thought was true before
Were lies I couldn't see
What I thought was beautiful
Never, never lose sight
Of what you started it for
No matter what comes in between
And I used to think
That I knew better than those around me
But something changed along the way
And you’re the reason I’m wanting to stay
I used to sink and now I swim
I’ve had to work for everything
When will you recognize your it, you’re the reason I
feel so alive
And none else comes in between
I used to think
That I knew better than those around me
But something changed along the way
And you’re the reason I’m wanting to stay
I can’t turn my back and leave you
After all you’ve done for me
I can’t turn my back and leave you
After all you’ve done for me
The blues have wrapped their arms
Around me and I can’t make sense of it
The blues have wrapped their arms
Around me
I wish it was you instead
The blues have wrapped their arms
Around me and I can’t make sense of it
The blues have wrapped their arms
Around me
Oh how I wish it was you instead
I never knew I could feel like this
The blues have wrapped their arms
Oh how I wish it was you instead
The blues have wrapped their arms
Oh how I wish it was you instead
The blues have wrapped their arms
Oh how I wish it was you instead
Never, never lose sight
Of what you started it for
No matter what comes in between
And I used to think
That I knew better than those around me
But something changed along the way
And you're the reason I'm wanting to stay
I used to sink and now I swim
I've had to work for everything
When will you recognize your it, you're the reason I feel so alive
And none else comes in between
I used to think
That I knew better than those around me
But something changed along the way
And you're the reason I'm wanting to stay
I can't turn my back and leave you
After all you've done for me
I can't turn my back and leave you
After all you've done for me
The blues have wrapped their arms
Around me and I can't make sense of it
The blues have wrapped their arms
Around me
I wish it was you instead
The blues have wrapped their arms
Around me and I can't make sense of it
The blues have wrapped their arms
Around me
Oh how I wish it was you instead
I never knew I could feel like this
The blues have wrapped their arms
Oh how I wish it was you instead
The blues have wrapped their arms
Oh how I wish it was you instead
The blues have wrapped their arms
Many of you know the story
Of Dr. Light, Dr. Wiley, rock and roll
But did you know that there was one other?
One other creation
One other Rolex
From the top
This, this the blues
Tom was like a good man with great dreams
Changed the world for the better through peaceful means
He knew both bodies from A to Z
One of the human campaign so he created me
A darker storm even incubated a robot capable of
independent thought and reasoning
He was the type to plan and over-plan
I was the prototype so he made me Proto Man
I was incomplete, dealt with a fatal flaw
Dr. Light tried to repair it, I said nah
I knew that my creator would put my feelings aside
For the greater good, so I left the neighborhood
He ain’t done enough, why dig a deeper hole?
He gave me free will so I will not be controlled
He went features, even my heart and my soul
When the going gets tough even the tough roll
So I split, and who happened to find me a scientist by
the name of Dr. Robert Wiley?
You gotta take back whatever you borrowed
And in the end the goal is a better tomorrow
So he told me what I needed to hear
Told me I was a leader who people needed to fear
And I learned a little but I’m still a little confused
And I guess that’s why they call it the blues
When you hear that whistle you know what it is
That mean the epic saga of Proto begins
And no one knows how the story will end
Am I for a friend? Well, I guess it depends
Dr. Wiley corrected my imbalances
And then he supplied me with a new set of challenges
Gave me a seal then the strength of like 10 of me
And a visor to hide my identity
Makes a mistake, will come back to haunt him
When I find these robots and stop all them
Perfected the formula when you made rock and roll
But I like my design because I got control
They’re nearly puppets, if there’s such a thing
Completely useless if you cut the string
But I still consider them my fam
They always tryina change me but I am what I am
Black sheep but a scrapheap
Cold world out here so you know I gotta pack heat
For desperate times and desperate measures but
When threats arrive we get together and I’m
In and out like a double agent
6th sense so I always see the spot trouble waitin
One thing drops, gon see it my way
And hit he highway but until that fine day
I roll out and I do what I do
So I guess that’s why they call it the blues
I’m on my own, I do what I do
Ohh, ohh, oh ohh, ohh, uh, oh ohh ohh
Uh, oh ohh ohh, uh uh uh uh
Check it, life sure hurts with your dick in the dirt
Witcha thing in a sling from the work of a skirt
Balls turned black to blue from a tease or two
Well one tease is a few, save your balls from the blues
You're givin' me the blues
(The blues, the blues)
Girl I've got the blues
(It's all because of you)
It's all because of you
(I've got 'em, I've got 'em)
And those freaky things you do
(Let me tell you a story)
As we leave the club, you know what's up
Thinkin' I'm gettin' some, damn! Was I so dumb?
Take her to the crib, thinkin' I'm gonn' live
But you got, all these excuses
How you've heard about me and you're not ready sexually
After you done teasin' me, you wanna leave
Say it isn't true, I'm so excited by you
Don't know what to do, you've given me the blues
I've got 'em
One of the best hoes and S O's, at my crib spot
Got the vessels in my testicles stopped on gridlock
Now why you wanna touch under drawers and tease Treach
If I bust you better duck or get your whole weave wet
Wanna shoot loose the juices, the best of hooches
Blue balls is the sewage, from shit excuses
Now from the first face, on the first date, what?
Five dates, then we do it, still'll be the first fuck
You wanna come and touch, run and duck, you're tricky
Take a hickie come for Moby Dick, and slip a mickie
You came foul and phony, you left me lonely
So when I'm stiff and boney, I go and think about Naomi
With my hand as my homey, uhh!
You! You've given me the blues
Girl I've got the blues
(Look what you did!)
It's all because of you
And those freaky things you do
(Ohh yeah)
Yeah
You wore panties all fancy with that sheet shit over it
Nuts tend to lock after an hour and you notice
Female 'cause Charlie horse in my shorts
Nuts beggin' me to leave you in the worst part of Newark
Then I thought of a plan and you called me a pervert
Shit, hurtin' and you beefin' cause I want you to jerk it?
I wish I knew your booty call was a coochie brawl
I woulda had a better ball at the booty bar
Balls swole like a bowl with my dick in the dirt
Shoulda wait 'til you got up and went and jumped in your purse
See you felt below the belt, while I kiss it you hug it
Ain't come to suck or fuck it, shit you ain't have to touch it
My thing was cool, takin' a nap on my lap
Then you rub it 'til my balls catch a cramp from the back
Smoke the tight sack, sport the nightcap, you spoke it right back
Balls black and blue, nuts stingin' like a spiked bat
You ain't right rat! Damn! Damn
You're givin' me the blues
Girl I've got the blues
(Said I've got the blues)
It's all because of you
You know what? You ain't leavin'
And those freaky things you do
Get your hat, get your coat
Your purse, and get out!
You're givin' me the blues
Girl I've got the blues
(Is it the blues)
It's all because of you
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
And those freaky things you do
(I have the blues)
Ohh, ohh, oh ohh, ohh, uh, oh ohh ohh
Uh, oh ohh ohh, uh uh uh uh
September, 1969.
he found himself waiting again.
out at the crossroads, out on the lam.
this time not running, this time by right.
a road-side hitcher waits for headlights.
"the blues,
the blues
the blues won't bring me down."
that pick-up truck stopped.
"where you headed, kid?"
"back to the boardwalk coast to fix the wrong i did."
that old man would bring him just as far as he could.
his hellhound sniffing out for a trace of any good.
the hope
the hope
the hope he's chasing.
the blues
the blues
[Man: talking]
Hey man are you The Tongue?
[Tongue:]
Yeah... G'day mate, how you going?
[Man:]
Yeah, sick man, sick
[Tongue:]
Yeah...
[Man:]
Let's battle ey
[Tongue:]
Ah mate I'm just... I'm just chilling tonight, I'm just having a beer and
[Man:]
Hey Terry check it out! It's The Tongue
Says he's gonna battle
[Tongue:]
Nah mate, it's alright, I'm not gonna battle just having a beer...
[Man:]
Oh c'mon man what's wrong with you
[Tongue:]
Nothing's wrong with me I just...
[Man:]
What you're all talk man, step up!
[Tongue:]
Mate, I'm just having a beer alright
[Man:]
Come on pin dick! Let's do it - you and me
[Tongue:]
What did you call me?
[Man:]
You fucking heard
[Tongue:]
Alright
[Verse 1:]
Hey yo, When I step to battle, shit gets biblical
Fire and brimstone, hit home with my lyrical assault
I inflict wounds then rub in salt, spray lemon juice, point and say it's
All your fault
And it is if you thought that I wouldn't retort
Or respond, cause you're wrong, see my mind is a bomb
That explodes whenever it's owner gets in the zone
And you just lit the fuse so now I'm ready to blow
Going postal, my blitzkreig is coast to coast fool
I'll eat you for breakfast, after I toast you
In front of your friends, test once son never again
Get defensive cause I'm out to offend
Mad with raps, causing every fan to clap
A white boy who beats rappers til his hands are black
And if you answer back, we can clash in round two
Lord forgive them for they know not what they do!
[Chorus:]
Everybody in the world's got something to say, but if you wanna come test me
I'll have you singing the blues
I got you singing the blues
Everybody in the world's got something to prove, but if you wanna bring beef
My way
I'll have you singing the blues
I got you singing the blues
[Verse 2:]
(and everytime we battle is)
A good day for me, a bad day for you
A good day to you sir, you've just been dismissed
And dissed, by a man who's got the gift
Of gab
But it ain't Gift Of Gab
Na, it's Tongue
Mr. "OK man you've won! "
Mr. I won't stop til I'm done
Slamming, ramming home the point
That when it comes to this battle shit you know I own the joint
Who's deadly on the mic with a capital D?
That's me, you phoney with a capital P
You phone me to apologise after you lose
I accept cause, fuck it, I got nothing to lose
But I do nothing but win, once the battle begins
I'm, as steady as a rock, you're a sock in the wind
With a bunch of soggy lines that you wrote with a friend
Now you praying for this moment to end... You fucking wally!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
I turn rappers to blues singers
They so soft like fairy floss, they need new knickers
New triggers for their flare guns, call for help
I snigger as I send all these devils to hell
I'm quicker on the draw like an art-eest
Fakes get caught out in the end like they are priests
Aren't we, satisfied that I'm fly yet?
How many of you sour grapes should I digest?
I just speak from my heart like I had lips in my chest
You shit talk with piss on your breath
And I don't take no crap, put your lighters up yo,
Cause this ain't no match, you ain't got no fire
And you don't bring any heat, Tongue your worst nightmare
And I ain't lost no sleep
So you could call me psychic but I saw this coming
Now listen to the sound of the 5-string strumming...
[Chorus]
I give niggas the blues
like an LA county jump suit
hop inside the phantom like the nigga Donald Trump do
and just cruise control until I lose control
these rubberband tires sitting on two's and four's
I pick and choose my foes
and with abusive flows I set traps so no rat can climb through his hole
touch my chedder bring out baretta's
trying to floss be a boss
we do 6 hundreds or better
chopping up raw lettuce
my bitch got a coke fetish
still a fan cause she running through lines like Jerome Bettis
Iced out Coogi sweater, air ones, Louie checker belt
got me swimming through these bitches like Mike Phelps
drop top phantom so the World know I'm hazing
catch contact high while I listen to Miles Davis
lay my head back and just cruise
Tommy turn down the muthafucking bass and give niggas the blues
Yeah I give niggas the blues
drumma boy adjust the bass and give niggas the blues
I give niggas the blues
I give niggas the blues
been through it
the picture you see now I drew it
service myself change the oil and transmission fluid
Mel Gibson on these hoes on these 24′s
I'm still the truth in this game full of Pinnochio's
filed bankrupt like what you gon take next from me
then I bought a jet for me, call it IRS money
its money, power, respect
buddy you wrong
respect power and money
now what the fuck is you on
this a dessert storm I get my Clue on
standing in a room full of bloods with my blue on
revolver on my waist but the barrell on it too long
can't even fucking move, I aint used to having no suit on
I'm doing what I do, ya'll don't think I moved on
with or without a crew
my bills is still due on the first like you
pull up in anything bitch I'm BB King
and I break the rules
I will give niggas the blues
I give niggas the blues
take drumma boy beat and give niggas the blues