MUSCIAN'S TARGETED w/out Knowing This is What Is Happening

April 9, 2014

Music is an Art form that can Tell Stories, and there are actual Artist's left who still have the Integrity to Speak Truth.

One prime example is Tupac who had plenty to say within the lyrics of his music, only he was taken down, like all messengers' of Truth.

There are a couple of recent Target's one is Lauren Hill, who has been going through much, from Tax issues, to the Judge Remanding her to Psychiatric Care & Evaluations/Therapy for her "Conspiracy Theories" because she, too, has been speaking Truth to this Corrupted Power within the Lyrics of her Music.  

The final Artist I am going to discuss who not has been Targeted, but also put this Targeting into the Lyrics of their Music.

This artists name is Billy Joe Armstrong from Green Day, from which "everyone can be broken."  In his case he had a Meltdown in 2012 - it was attributed to his starting to "use" against, but based upon the lyrics that started coming out from within, "Uno" and "Dos" it was plain for Target's like myself to realize that HE was TARGETED.  In what appears to be pervasive "voice to skull" or "v2k" targeting.

The following Song Lyrics really show the Breaking of this Artist - who also happens to be Extremely Politically Aware, and places it within the Context of their Music.

"Uno"

1.(appears to be massive V2K, and a more manic nature to the songs )

"Let Yourself Go"

Shut your mouth 'cause you're talking too much

And I don't give a damn anyway
You always seem to be stepping in shit

And all you really do is complain


It's your lie, tell it how you like

Small minds tend to think alike


Shut your mouth 'cause you're talking too much

And I don't give a fuck anyway



[Chorus:]
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go [x4]
Gotta let me go, gotta let it go [x2]

Cut the crap 'cause you're screaming in my ear

And you're taking up all of the space

You're really testing my patience again
And I'd rather get punched in the face


You're getting on my every last nerve


Everything you've said I've already heard


I'm sick to death of your every last breath

And I don't give a fuck anyway

[Chorus:]
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go [x4]
Gotta let me go, gotta let it go [x4]

Always fuck fuckin' with my head now..
Always fuck fuckin' with my head now..
Always fuck fuckin' with my head now..
Always fucking with my head and I gotta let it go!

[Chorus:]
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go [x8]

2.
"Kill The DJ"

Walking after dark
In the New York City park
Your thoughts are so unholy
In the holiest of holes
Onward Christian soldiers
Filled with jive and mind control

The blood left on the dance floor
Runnin', runnin' red

The bullet that you asked for killing you to death
Unless you...

Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
 
Voices in my head are saying...
"Shoot that fucker down."

We are the vultures
The dirtiest kind
The culture war's
In your heart and your mind

Walking after dark
In the New York City park
I'll pick up what's left in the club
A pocket full of pills
Sodom and Gomorrah
In the century of thrills

The blood left on the dance floor
Runnin', runnin' red
The bullet that you asked for killing you to death
Unless you...

Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Hold him underwater
'Till the motherfucker drowns

We are the vultures
The dirtiest kind
The culture war's
In your heart and your mind

Someone's gonna get you boy...
Shoot that fucker down!

Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ (Walking after dark...)
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ (Walking after dark...)
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ (Walking after dark...)
Someone kill the DJ, that fucker down! (Wow!)

Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Voices in my head are saying...
"Shoot that fucker down." 

The Downward Spiral, not because you suddenly start "using" but because you are being "blitzed" from "covert" and "overt" Targeting. 

"Dos"
1.
"Lazy Bones"

I'm too tired to be bored
I'm too bored to be tired
And the silence is so deafening
It's like picking at a sore

I'm too mental to go crazy
I'm too drunk to be pure
And my mind is playing tricks on me
And I can't sleep tonight

'Cause I'm so tired
I can't take it anymore
With all the liars
Like a prisoner of war

I don't want your sympathy,
I don't want your honesty
I just wanna get some peace of mind
It's only in my head,
As I roll over and play dead
I don't want to hear it anymore

It's good to see you
But I really must admit
There's an odor in the air
And I think you look like shit

I can't stand from falling down
I'm too sick to throw up
Everyone keeps talking
And they can't shut the fuck up

'Cause I'm so tired
I can't take it anymore
With all the liars
Like a prisoner of war

I don't want your sympathy,
I don't want your honesty
I just want to get some peace of mind
It's only in my head,
As I roll over and play dead
I don't want to hear it anymore

I don't want your sympathy,
I don't want your honesty
I just want to get some peace of mind
It's only in my head,
As I roll over and play dead
I don't want to hear about it
I don't want to scream about it
I don't want to hear it anymore  

2. (Perps working to get him to Self Destruct - and it appears to be some type of Suicide/Overdose.)  Monica Painter aka Lady Cobra is the female Rapping in the song, "Nightlife"  - but there is another  Connotation to Lady Dragon/Cobra - to Psyop and Mind Control -

"Lady Cobra"
Well I met a girl named Lady Cobra
Her black heart beats crimson and clover
She gives me chills and fever blisters
She's serving spells and voodoo shakes
Well she just wants to get me high
Stick a needle in my eye
Reeks like hell, lost in temptation, rubbing on my inner demons
I don't wanna suicide, I don't want this to end
I just wanna be your friend
Cuddle up with me real tight
Talk to me by candlelight
Do you wanna play a game of Twister
Like a dirty old man with a babysitter?
I don't wanna suicide, I don't want this to end
I just wanna be your friend
I don't want to make you cry
Cross my heart and hope to die
Drawin' blood and lonely stars
Drinking piss for cheap guitars
I don't wanna suicide, I don't want this to end
I just want to be your friend
Oh, your friend  

3. (Full Fledged "Using" be it Alcohol or Drugs or both. )

"Nightlife"
(feat. Lady Cobra aka singer Monica Painter ) 

Taking a ride to my old haunt
She's in my blood, I reside in my Nightlife
My favorite colour's candy apple, girl
And she resides in my mind and my Nightlife
What's that I hear, you wanna go for a ride?
Oh, don't be afraid boy, to come inside
I got the thing that you want, the fix that you need
Chase this with a little lust and greed
I'll be the devil on your shoulder saying "Hey boy, come over"
My black heart beats crimson and clovers
So operator, operator, patch my boy in
This is Nightlife and I'll get under your skin
Taking a ride to my old haunt
She's in my blood, I reside in my Nightlife
My favorite colour's candy apple, girl
And she resides in my mind and my Nightlife
What a thrill, heart beat fast
Sounds like love, but you know it won't last
Cheap champagne stain on an even cheaper suit
Hope there's more in your pants than a bus route
Build up the walls, light the sugar-coated walls
Girls on your bar stool from late last calls
This town is filled with snakes, mistakes and whisky shakes
It's too late I already cut the breaks
Well I am rolling, strolling into town (Come inside)
Is it me or am I going crazy? (It's just you)
This dirty city is my sugar town (Sugar town)
My little angel of death is my Nightlife
(Come inside)
(It's just you)
(Sugar Town)
Gonna make a move, before I get bored
If you wanna explore my vocal cord
Baby girl go, go dance on the cooch
Hand on my knee or hand on the hooch
Why don't you stick around for one more round?
This place is a circus, and I know you'll be my clown
'Cause I'm a ringleader, I run the show
And only when I tell you when it is time to go
Taking a ride to my old haunt
She's in my blood, I reside in my Nightlife
My favorite colour's candy apple, girl
And she resides in my mind and my Nightlife
(Hey boy) She is my Nightlife
(Hey boy) She is my Nightlife
(Hey boy) She is my Nightlife
(See you later) She is my Nightlife