do u ever just hum a song and then it randomly turns into another song with a similar tune and ur like “no wait”

What Linkin Park does live when they mash up like a dozen different songs into a three minute medley.

89 plays Drawbar Linkin Park/Tom Morello The Hunting Party



Another track from The Hunting Party.

I don’t really know what to say about this one. On one hand I love it! But on the other hand I find it quite irritating because it doesn’t sound like Linkin Park at all…

Drawbar was composed via a method of production that LP simply doesn’t do. Morello and the band sat down and jammed in the studio together. LP is the farthest thing from a jam band that you’ll ever see - everything is written into the computer and learned to play on instruments after it’s written, but the band was open to new processes for this album and they decided to give it a shot. Many attempts were made to turn this track into more than just an interlude with vocals and such, but the track just didn’t call for it. Drawbar is essentially a palette-cleanser, a gentle break to set the time for the rest of the record.

minutes to midnight - favorite lyrics

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James Jean’s sketchbook for Linkin Park, via Hypebeast.

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Standing at the end of the final masquerade

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100 plays Hands Held High Linkin Park Minutes To Midnight


Turn my mic up louder I got to say something
Light weights step to the side when we come in

Feel it in your chest the syllables get pumping
People on the street they panic and start running

Words on
 loose leaf sheet complete coming
I jump in my mind and summon the rhyme, I’m dumping

Healing the blind I
 promise to let the sun in
Sick of the dark ways we march to the drumming

Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping
Fuck that I wanna see some fists pumping

Risk something, take back what’s yours
Say something that you know they might attack you for

Cause I’m sick of being treated like I had before
Like it’s stupid
 standing for what I’m standing for

Like this war’s really just a different brand of war
Like it doesn’t cater to rich and abandon poor

Like they understand you in the back of the jet
When you can’t put gas in your tank

These fuckers are laughing their way to the
 bank and cashing the cheque
Asking you to have
 compassion and have some respect

For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay

And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
In their
 living room laughing like “What did he say?”


In my living room watching but I am not laughing
Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen

World is cold the bold men take action
Have to react or get blown into fractions

Ten years old it’s something to see
Another kid my age drugged under a jeep

Taken and bound and found later under a tree
I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me

Do you see the soldiers they’re out today
They brush the dust from
 bullet proof vests away

It’s ironic at times like this you pray
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday

There’s bombs in the buses, bikes, roads
Inside your
 market, your shops, your clothes

My dad he’s got a lot of fear I know
But enough pride inside not to let that show

My brother had a book he would hold with pride
A little
 red cover with a broken spine

On the back he hand-wrote a
 quote inside,
“When the rich wage war it’s the poor who die.”

Meanwhile, the leader just talks away
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly
 news to replay

And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
Both scared and angry like “What did he say?”

[Chorus x6]

With hands held high into the sky so blue,
As the ocean opens up to swallow you.


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