Beyond the Wheel - Soundgarden

Okay, as I was browsing Reuben's blog, I saw his latest post on the song Temporary Home by Carrie Underwood. Well, I decided to post another song which, to me, has a very deep meaning. Although it was written in 1988, it's still relevant today. It's about how effed up the world is, how some have been trained to kill from their childhood just for others' profit, and how some have become mere cogs in the machine. May I present to you: the lyrics to Beyond the Wheel by Soundgarden.

Far beyond the road
Between your house and home
There is a churning storm
Of hailing burning bones

Tiny baby cries
Little, tiny pawn
In the profit gain
Tiny baby grows

Mother, who's your man
Is he doing what he can
To make a proper home, home
By overturning other stones, stones
Father, mighty man
Loves his little boys, boys
Shows them how to kill
To save his precious stones, stones

Far beyond the wheel
Spin your life around
By driving flesh and blood
Deep into the ground, ground

Far beyond the wheel
Steers life around
By driving flesh and blood
Deep into the ground, ground

YouTube link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L-yjee-RWkA

As you can see, not only does it have deep lyrics, but the skill level, particularly on vocals, is quite high.

... (WARNING: LOTS OF SWEARING)

Fuck the three of you. You're piss-stains on this world, and are all fucking retarded cunts. You're living proof that even God makes mistakes. You're penises, bitches, fuckheads, retards, and a curse on the world. Screw you three. I hope that there's a special area in hell for you, where your punishment is ten times more.

Leeds United just beat Manchester United.

To quote my Facebook post:

"Jermaine Beckford, you are my hero. HELL YEAH!"

NOW LET'S TAKE IT TO WEMBLEY! :)