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Ecthy
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Zhonghuà Rénmín Gònghéguó
Mar 2000
time: 06:28
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inspired by che's signature: the Internationale in German
Wacht auf, Verdammte dieser Erde, die stets man noch zum hungern zwingt
Das Recht, wie Glut im Kraterherde, nun mit Macht zum Durchbruch dringt
Reinen Tisch macht mit den Bedrängern, Heer der Sklaven wache auf
Ein Nichts zu sein tragt es nicht länger, alles zu werden strömt zu hauf
Völker hört die Signale, auf zum letzten Gefecht
Die Internationale erkämpft das Menschenrecht
Völker hört die Signale, auf zum letzten Gefecht
Die Internationale erkämpft das Menschenrecht
Es rettet uns kein höh'res Wesen, kein Gott, kein Kaiser noch Tribun
Uns aus dem Elend zu erlösen können wir nur selber tun
Leeres Wort: Des Armen Recht, leeres Wort: des Reichen Pflicht
Unmündig nennt man uns und Knechte, duldet die Schmach nun länger nicht!
Völker hört die Signale, auf zum letzten Gefecht
Die Internationale erkämpft das Menschenrecht
Völker hört die Signale, auf zum letzten Gefecht
Die Internationale erkämpft das Menschenrecht
In Stadt und Land, ihr Arbeitsleute, wir sind die stärkste der Partei'n
Die Müßiggänger schiebt beiseite, diese Welt muss unser sein
Unser Blut sei nicht mehr der Raben und der nächt'gen Geier Fraß
Erst wenn wir sie vertrieben haben, dann scheint die Sonn' ohn' Unterlass
Völker hört die Signale, auf zum letzten Gefecht
Die Internationale erkämpft das Menschenrecht
Völker hört die Signale, auf zum letzten Gefecht
Die Internationale erkämpft das Menschenrecht
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Hueij
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Kokonino Kounty
May 1999
time: 06:28
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Just heard this song again after a long long time. Brought back some bitter memories
Prince - Sometimes It Snows In April
Tracy died soon after a long fought civil war,
just after I'd wiped away his last tear
I guess he's better off than he was before,
A whole lot better off than the fools he left here
I used 2 cry 4 Tracy because he was my only friend
Those kind of cars don't pass u every day
I used 2 cry 4 Tracy because I wanted to see him again,
But sometimes sometimes life ain't always the way...
Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad
Sometimes I wish life was never ending,
and all good things, they say, never last
Springtime was always my favorite time of year,
A time 4 lovers holding hands in the rain
Now springtime only reminds me of Tracy's tears
Always cry 4 love, never cry 4 pain
He used 2 say so strong unafraid to die
Unafraid of the death that left me hypnotized
No, staring at his picture I realized
No one could cry the way my Tracy cried
Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes I feel so bad
Sometimes, sometimes I wish that life was never ending,
And all good things, they say, never last
I often dream of heaven and I know that Tracy's there
I know that he has found another friend
Maybe he's found the answer 2 all the April snow
Maybe one day I'll see my Tracy again
Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad
Sometimes I wish that life was never ending,
But all good things, they say, never last
All good things that say, never last
And love, it isn't love until it's past
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SlowwHand
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of The Cooler
Sep 1999
time: 23:28
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Green Eyes
Coldplay
Honey you are a rock
Upon which I stand
And I come here to talk
I hope you understand
That green eyes, yeah the spotlight, shines upon you
And how could, anybody, deny you
I came here with a load
And it feels so much lighter, now I’ve met you
And honey you should know, that I could never go on without you
Green eyes
Honey you are the sea
Upon which I float
And I came here to talk
I think you should know
That green eyes, you’re the one that I wanted to find
And anyone who, tried to deny you must be out of their mind
Cause I came here with a load
And it feels so much lighter, since I met you
Honey you should know, that I could never go on without you
Green eyes
Green eyes
Ohohohohooooo
Ohohohohooooo
Ohohohohooooo
Ohohohohooooo
Honey you are a rock
Upon which I stand
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Agathon
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Leafs 4TW!! - CPA
Dec 2002
time: 00:28
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Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Black Betty had a child (Bam-ba-Lam)
The damn thing gone wild (Bam-ba-Lam)
She said, "I'm worryin' outta mind" (Bam-ba-Lam)
The damn thing gone blind (Bam-ba-Lam)
I said Oh, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Oh, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
She really gets me high (Bam-ba-Lam)
You know that's no lie (Bam-ba-Lam)
She's so rock steady (Bam-ba-Lam)
And she's always ready (Bam-ba-Lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
She's from Birmingham (Bam-ba-Lam)
Way down in Alabam' (Bam-ba-Lam)
Well, she's shakin' that thing (Bam-ba-Lam)
Boy, she makes me sing (Bam-ba-Lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Whoa, Black Betty BAM-BA-LAM
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Dis
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Las Vegas, Nevada
Feb 2000
time: 21:28
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2 songs here. Subliminal, and Fascist Pig
lashing pictures on my screen
Shown too quickly to be seen
Does not register in my conscious mind
Propaganda of another kind
They're ****ing with me subliminaily
They're ****ing with me subliminally
Danger - Nightmare
Doomsday - Nightmare
Murder - Nightmare
Nightmare, Nightmare
Watching T.V. I start to cry
For no reason I don't know why
Could it be from messages on my TV
Which I'm getting subliminally?
Mind control the easiest way
Sponsered by the C.I.A.
It's a weapon you cannot see
It's propaganda subliminally
Fascist Pig:
Tense atmosphere in the air
Riot written everywhere
Riot squads coming from over there
Time to go home if you're square
Riot squad, bash their heads
Kick their ass until they're dead
I want to be a fascist pig
Love to fight, what a thrill
We don't stop until we kill
I want to be a fascist pig
Throw a bottle in the air
Put them up to their dare
We'll just laugh while they stare
Let them hit us, see if we care!
Get attacked by them
You'll never heal
They'll rob your conscience
Your sanity they'll steal
They'll beat your brains until they spill
That's the fascist favorite meal!
Suicidal Failure
Father forgive me for I know not what I do
I tried everything, but I'll leave it up to you
I don't want to live, I don't know why
I don't have no reasons, I just want to die
I'm a suicidal failure, I've got to get some help
I have suicidal tendencies, but I can't kill myself
I'm tired of this way of life, my patience has expired
I'm barely just 19, but my life I will retire
I went down to a rifle store, I bought myself a gun
I pointed it at my head, but I couldn't get the job done
I took all my mothers sleeping pills
I jumped off a freeway bridge
I drank three kinds of poison
And drove my car off a ridge
I beat myself with a bat
Put a noose around my head
I overdosed on heroin
But I'm still not dead
Death may not be the answer, it can't be all that great
But me I'm not into living, with life I can't relate
By some masochistic reasoning, I think that it will be fun
I want to start my second life now
So shoot me with your gun
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Verres
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Swimming with the mermaids...
Aug 2003
time: 05:28
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Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits.
Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh we don't look the same as you
We don't do the things you do, but we live around here too.
Oh really.
Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits, we'd like to go to town but we can't risk it
Oh 'cause they just want to keep us out.
You could end up with a smash in the mouth just for standing out.
Oh really. Brothers, sisters, can't you see?
The future's owned by you and me.
There won't be fighting in the street.
They think they've got us beat, but revenge is going to be so sweet.
We're making a move, we're making it now, we're coming out of the side-lines.
Just put your hands up - it's a raid yeah:
We want your homes, we want your lives,
we want the things you won't allow us.
We won't use guns, we won't use bombs
We'll use the one thing we've got more of - that's our minds.
Check your lucky numbers, that much money could drag you under, oh.
What's the point of being rich if you can't think what to do with it?
'Cause you're so very thick.
Oh we weren't supposed to be, we learnt too much at school now
we can't help but see.
That the future that you've got mapped out is nothing much to shout about.
We're making a move, we're making it now,
We're coming out of the side-lines.
Just put your hands up - it's a raid.
We want your homes, we want your lives,
we want the things you won't allow us.
We won't use guns, we won't use bombs
We'll use the one thing we've got more of - that's our minds.
Brothers, sisters, can't you see?
The future's owned by you and me.
There won't be fighting in the street.
They think they've got us beat but revenge is going to be so sweet.
We're making a move. We're making it now.
We're coming out of the sidelines.
Just put your hands up - it's a raid.
We want your homes, we want your lives,
we want the things you won't allow us.
We won't use guns, we won't use bombs
We'll use the one thing we've got more of - that'sour minds.
And that's our minds. Yeah.
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lord of the mark
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FUKCOV - Former United Kingdom Colony of Virginia
Dec 2000
time: 00:28
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Crosby Stills Nash and Young = Teach Your Children Well
You who are on the road
Must have a code that you can live by
And so become yourself
Because the past is just a good-bye.
Teach your children well,
Their father's hell did slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picks, the one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you will cry,
So just look at them and sigh
and know they love you.
And you, of tender years,
Can't know the fears that your elders grew by,
And so please help them with your youth,
They seek the truth before they can die.
Teach your parents well,
Their children's hell will slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picks, the one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you will cry,
So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.
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Dis
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Las Vegas, Nevada
Feb 2000
time: 21:28
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You're drawn at the darkness,
and you will see,
just call my name and I'll be there.
You cannot touch me,
you would not dare,
I am the chill that's in the air.
So I try to get through to you,
in my own special way,
as the barriers crumble,
at the end of the day.
Dark rivers are flowing,
back into the past,
You are the fish for which I cast.
And what of the future,
what is to be,
as the rivers flow into the sea.
So I try to get through to you,
in my own special way,
as the barriers crumble,
at the end of the day.
Do not take for granted,
powers out there,
don't step into the demon's lair.
Time is an illusion,
rising from time,
steep is the mountain which we climb.
So I try to get through to you,
in my own special way,
as the barriers crumble,
at the end of the day.
The Small Hours by Holocaust. Made more famous by Metallica.
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