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Hint: the flag
Jun 2001
time: 06:15
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"Beneath The Surface" by GZA 
On a man-made lake, there's a sheet of thin ice
Where unskilled skaters, couldn't figure-8 twice
At 16, uncut, direct from the cult
Head on assault, the result, death by the bolt
In a vote, it spoke aboat the average loss commission
That was seen by a king in a prophetic vision
Like a plane crash from a bomb blast
Special broadcast, slot time with con cash
It kept the jury quiet, and now a riot will form
While satanic man, now hang in his dorm
I swing, on you fake, radio personalities
Boost ya ratings, but hypes behind casualties
Fire shots, for low-pressure water gun play
Instantly, slap ya fire like it's Palm Sunday
I fashion the first tool, from the elements
The earth use, and built it to a complex
Network, of communications, you're up against a hopeless, situation
I screen every vehicle, through enemy observation
Swarmin unpredictably, we spread terror
Increase the force significantly, change the error
Check my wind pattern, it's headin west
Success is freedom, failure could mean death
Humans sweat, aim shovels
Dig up the debris and rubbel
Permanent, damage caused by the double-
U, Now who, cowardly urge you to merge through
And think the workers'll serve you
Signin marvel, who just dropped the next novel
Worldwide, practically marred in marble
His accountless, amount of MC's I saved
And those same niggas wanna squander those gifts I gave
Chorus:
Scratch underneath the surface, where does your purpose lie?
It seems our world is worthless, like we're pawns beneath the sky
Change the race by reason, and ashes just the wind
The left is so our we're breathin, keep ourself from givin in
Love and hatred, home is most sacred
Both species, they lay naked in the tombs of oasis
Think back on niggas I ate with, spent the day with
Guns we played with, niggas I relate with
We broke bread, I heard through a vine niggas workin for the Feds
Sent out secretly to take my head
I lay back and meditate to the words they say
Skip town for a mutten goofy dred
Had a friend tell my family I was dead
Return at the last fall of the autumn leaves
Operate the plan accordingly, in case the Feds are recordin me
Sign all documents, usin forgery, cuz just a near thought of me
Like Solomon, spoke bluntly
Told the word I'm black and calmly
Howls from the grave haunt me
The smell of death's upon me, I dwell in the hills like Gandhi
Been in the presence of mad peasants, and old kings
Who sold everything, on a quest for god's divine
Slept in caves to get a clear mind
Who prayed 3 times, when the moon lit and the sun rise
I met dwellers in the desert, talked to shepherds
Been in the mouth of many leopards
Felt the death kiss, of Satan's mistress
Walked the vacant districts, for 4 religions, studied Pagan scriptures
True philosophers and physicians, on a cure missions
Who harden their hearts, to ward the weak, sick and ifflicted
Candles lit, gamble with a *****
Who made me love her, when I touch her, soft cause hide claws
Bees with sweet honey in they mouth
Have bitter stingers at they tail
Walk through the chambers of death, take a hold on to hell
Embracing her was like embracing a 3rd world
[Chorus]
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first circle of the inferno
Jul 2001
time: 05:15
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Chantilly LAce by Big Bopper
Hello baby, yeah, this is the Big Bopper speaking
Oh you sweet thing
Do I what
Will I what
Oh baby you know what I like
Chantilly lace and a pretty face
And a pony tail hanging down
That wiggle in the walk and giggle in the talk
Makes the world go round
There ain't nothing in the world like a big eyed girl
That makes me act so funny, make me spend my money
Make me feel real loose like a long necked goose
Like a girl, oh baby that's what I like
What's that baby
But, but, but, oh honey
But, oh baby you know what I like
What's that honey
Pick you up at 8 and don't be late
But baby I ain't got no money honey
Oh alright baby you know what I like
Don't worry, Be Happy by Bobby McFerrin
Here's a little song I wrote
You might want to sing it note-for-note
Don't worry, be happy
In every life we have some trouble
But when you worry, you make it double
Don't worry, be happy Don't worry, be happy now
Ooo-oo-hoo-hoo-oo hoo-hoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry
Woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-ooo Be happy
Woo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry, be happy
Ooo-oo-hoo-hoo-oo hoo-hoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry
Woo-oo-woo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Be happy
Woo-oo-woo-oo-ooo Don't worry, be happy
Ain't got no place to lay your head
Somebody came and took your bed
Don't worry, be happy
The landlord say your rent is late
He may have to litigate
Don't worry, (ha-ha ha-ha ha-ha) be happy (look at me, I'm happy)
Ooo-oo-hoo-hoo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Be happy
Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo (Here, I'll give you my phone number. When you're
worried, call me. I'll make you happy.)
Ooo-oo-hoo-hoo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry
Woo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo Be happy
Woo-oo-oo-oo-ooo
Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style
Ain't got no gal to make you smile
But don't worry, be happy
'Cause when you're worried, your face will frown
And that will bring everybody down
So don't worry, be happy Don't worry, be happy now
Ooo-oo-hoo-oo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Be happy
Woo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry, be happy
Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry
Woo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo Be happy
Woo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry, be happy
Now there, is this song I wrote
I hope you learned it note-for-note, like good little children
Don't worry, be happy
A-listen to a-what I say
In your life, expect some trouble
When you worry you make it double
Don't worry, be happy, be happy now
Ooo-oo-hoo-hoo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Be happy
Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry, be happy
Ooo-oo-hoo-oo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry
Woo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Be happy
Woo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry, be happy
Ooo-oo-hoo-oo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry, don't worry
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't do it, be happy
Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Put a smile on your face
Don't bring everybody down like
this
Ooo-oo-hoo-hoo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry
Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo It will soon pass, whatever it
is
Ooo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry, be happy
(fading...)
Ooo-oo-hoo-hoo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo I'm not worried
Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo I'm happy
Ooo-oo-oo-oo-ooo
Let Down by Radiohead
transport.
motorways & tramlines.
starting and then stopping.
taking off & landing.
the emptiest of feelings.
disapointed people.
clinging onto bottles.
when it comes it's so so.
disappointing let down and hanging around.
crushed like a bug in the ground.
let down and haNGING arouNd.
shell smashed.
juices following.
wings twitch.
legs are going.
donT geT senTimental.
it always ends up dRRiveLLLL.
one day.
i am goiingtogrow wings.
a chemical reaCtion.
hysterical & useless.
hysterical & let down and hanging around.
crushed like a bug in the ground.
let down and haNGNING arouND.
you know where you are with.
you know where you are with.
floor collapses floating bouncing back annd one day youLL know where you are
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of The Cooler
Sep 1999
time: 23:15
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Hit the Road Jack
Ray Charles
Hit the road Jack,
and don't you come back
No more no more no more no more,
Hit the Road Jack, and
don't you come back no morrrrrrrre.
What'd you say?
Oh woman, oh woman, don't you treat me so mean,
You're the meanest old woman that I ever have seen,
Well I guess if you say so
I'll have to pack my things and go (that's right)
Now baby, listen baby, don't you treat me this-a way
'Cause I'll be back on my feet some day,
Don't care if you do, cause it's understood,
You got no money, and you just ain't no good
Well I guess if you say so
I'll have to pack my things and go (that's right)
That's right; hit the road Jack,
and don't you come back
No more no more no more no more,
Hit the Road Jack, and
don't you come back no more
What'd you say?
Well ...
Uh, what you say?
I didn't understand you.
You can't mean that ...
Aw now baby, please.
What you trying to do to me?
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*End Is Forever*
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Salford, UK
Jan 1970
time: 05:15
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Platypus (I Hate You) - Green Day
Your rise and fall, back up against the wall
What goes around is coming back and haunting you
It's time to quit, 'cause you ain't worth the ****
Under my shoes, or the piss on the ground
No-one loves you, and you know it
Don't pretend that you enjoy it
Or deny it
'Cause now I wouldn't lie
Or tell you all the things you want to hear...
I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU
I heard you're sick, sucked on that cancer stick
A throbbing tumour and a radiation high
**** out of luck, and now your time is up
It brings me pleasure just to know you're going to die
No-one loves you, and you know it
Don't pretend that you enjoy it
Or deny it
'Cause now I wouldn't lie
Or tell you all the things you want to hear...
I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU
Dickface, ****face, ****-smoking mother****er
*******, dirty ****, waste of semen, I hope you die HEY!
Red eye, code blue, I'd like to strangle you
And watch your eyes bulge right out of your skull
When you go down, head first into the ground
I'll stand above you just to piss on your grave...
No-one loves you, and you know it
Don't pretend that you enjoy it
Or deny it
'Cause now I wouldn't lie
Or tell you all the things you want to hear...
I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU
I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU...
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devilmunchkin
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first circle of the inferno
Jul 2001
time: 05:15
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Living Dead Girl by Rob ZOmbie
man: "Who is this irresistible creature who has an
insatiable love for the dead?"
LIVING DEAD GIRL
rage in the cage
and piss upon the stage
there's only one sure way
to bring the giant down
defunct the strings
of cemetery things
with one flat foot
on the devil's wing
crawl on me
sink into me
die for me
living dead girl
crawl on me
sink into me
die for me
living dead girl
raping the geek
and hustling the freak
like a hunchback juice
on a sentimental noose
operation filth
they love to love the wealth
of an SS whore
making scary sounds
crawl on me
sink into me
die for me
living dead girl
crawl on me
sink into me
die for me
living dead girl
cyclone jack
hallucinating hack
thinks donna reed
eats dollar bills
goldfoot machine
creates another fiend
so beautiful
they make you kill
crawl on me
sink into me
die for me
living dead girl
crawl on me
sink into me
die for me
living dead girl
blood on her skin
dripping with sin
do it again
living dead girl
blood on her skin
dripping with sin
do it again
living dead girl
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Ramo
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Austin, Texas, USA
Oct 1999
time: 23:15
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"Ordinary People"
Neil Young
In a dusty town a clock struck high noon, two men stood face to face.
One wore black and one wore white, but of fear there wasn't a trace.
Two hundred years later two hot rods drag through the very same place,
And a half a million people
Moved in to pick up the pace, a factory full of people.
Makin' parts to go to outer space, a train load of people.
They were aimin' for another place, out of town people. There's a man in the window with a big cigar, says everything's for sale.
The house and the boat and the railroad car, the owner's gotta go to jail.
He acquired these things from a life of crime, now he's selling them to raise his bail.
He was rippin' off the people.
Sellin' guns to the underground, tryin' to help the people.
Lose their ass for a piece of ground, rippin' off the people.
Skimmin' the top when there was no one around, tryin' to help the people. He was dealing antiques in a hardware store but he sure had a lot to hide.
He had a backroom full of the guns of war and a ton of ammunition besides.
Well, he walked with a cane, kept a bolt on the door with five pit bulls inside,
Just a warning to the people
Who might try to break in at night, protection from the people.
Selling safety in the darkest night, tryin' to help the people.
Get the drugs to the street all right, ordinary people. Well, it's hard to say where a man goes wrong, might be here and it might be there.
What starts out weak might get too strong, if you can't tell foul from fair.
But it's hard to judge from an angry throng of hands stretched into the air,
The vigilante people.
Takin' law into their own hands, conscientious people.
Crackin' down on the druglord's land, government people.
Confiscatin' all the dealer's land, patch-of-ground people. Down at the factory, they're puttin' new windows in.
The vandals made a mess of things, and the homeless just walked right in.
Well, they worked here once, and they live here now, but they might work here again,
They're ordinary people.
And they're livin' in a nightmare, hard workin' people.
And they don't know how they go there, ordinary people.
And they think that you don't care, hard workin' people. Down on the assembly line, they keep puttin' the same thing out.
But the people today, they just ain't buyin', nobody can figure it out.
Well, they try like hell to build a quality end, they're workin' hard without a doubt,
They're ordinary people.
And the dollar's what it's all about, hard workin' people.
But the customers are walkin' out, Lee Iacocca people.
Yeah, they look but they just don't buy, hard workin' people. Two out of work models and a fashion slave try to dance away the Michelob night.
The bartender poured himself another drink, while two drunks sat watchin' the fight.
The champ went down, then he got up again, and then he went out like a light,
He was fightin' for the people.
But his timing wasn't right, for Las Vegas people
Who came to see a Las Vegas fight, high rollin' people.
Takin' limos though the neon night, fightin' for the people. And then a new Rolls Royce and a company car they went flyin' down the street.
Each one tryin' to make it to the gate before employees manned the fleet.
The trucks full of products for the modern home, set to roll out into the street
Of downtown people.
Tryin' to make their way to work, nose-to-the-stone people.
Some are saints, and some are jerks, hard workin' people.
Stoppin' for a drink on the way to work, alcoholic people.
Yeah Yeah, they're takin' it one day, one day at a time. Out on the railroad track, they're cleanin' up number nine.
They're scrubbin' the boiler down, well, she really is lookin' fine.
Awe, she's lookin' so good, they're gonna bring her back on line,
Ordinary people.
They're gonna bring the good things back, nose-to-the stone people.
Put the business back on track, ordinary people.
I got faith in the regular kind, hard workin' people,
Patch-of-ground people.
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first circle of the inferno
Jul 2001
time: 05:15
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Pardon Me While I burst
Pardon Me While I burst (INTRO)
A decade ago, I never thought I would be,
At twnety-three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion.
Woe-is-me.
But I guess that it comes with a the territory,
An omnious landscape of never-ending calamity.
I need you to hear, I need you to see
That I have had all I can take and
Exploding seems like a definate possibility to me.
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world that is people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me... No never be the same. (CHORUS)
Not two days ago, I was having a look in a book
And I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees.
I said, "I can relate,"
cause lately I've been thinking of combustion action.
As a welcomed vacation from the burdens of the planet Earth.
Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D...
But thinking so much differently.
Pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world that is people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me... I'll never be the same.
Never be the same… yeah
Pardon me while I burst into flames
Pardon me… Pardon me … Pardon me
So Pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world that is people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me... I'll never be the same.
Pardon me…
Never be the same… yeah.
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SlowwHand
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of The Cooler
Sep 1999
time: 23:15
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Hurricane
Bob Dylan
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda **** was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmaryAnd though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.
Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."
Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofa***** is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim.
"Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jail house
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.
All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.
Rubin Carter was falsely tried.The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
  
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CLOWNS WIT DA DOWNS 4 LIFE YO!
Jan 1970
time: 07:15
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MASCOT MANIA
(Jello Biafra/Mojo Nixon)
When I was young
Saw football games
At the great big stadium
Could tell the fans
From out of town
By the clown suits they had on
20,000 red cowboy hats
Means Cornhuskers to you
Mickey Mouse beans
With tiger ears
Shows you cheer ol' Mizzou
Let's not forget the Razorbacks
From the U. of Arkansas
With plastic pig snouts
On their heads
Soon eeeing, "How 'bout them Hawgs?"
Chorus:
That's
Mascot Mania
Mascot Mania
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Mascot Mania
Mascot Mania
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
I work all week
At a job I hate
Where everything goes wrong
Weekend's what I live for
To your church I belong
I cross the street in San Francisco
When a chump comes out of a bar
Yellin', "Forty-****in' Niiners, man"
With his gold and red jacket on
In Cleveland throwing dog biscuits
Shows how much ya love them Browns
While Bronco fans just hang their heads
When the Super Bowl comes around
Raider jacket dollars
Got the White Sox wearin' black
Statues of Joe Paterno
Sold in gift shops at Penn State
That's Mascot Mania
Don't make fun of religious rituals
In any place
Lord help you if you laugh
While they do this with a straight face
Outside of the United States
It gets even more bizarre
In Tokyo they got a baseball team
They call the Carp
The Salmonnbellies are the pride
of New Westminster, B.C.
C'mon, Greg Wrckman, what's a Hoosier?
And why do they throw chairs?
When Sudbury, Ontario's
Hockey team scores a goal
They drag a stuffed wolf
Cross the ice
A fan shot at it once, ya know
That's Mascot Mania
Blue Streak
Horned Frogs
Long Horns
Trojans
Someone better tell Tipper Gore
'Bout the names of these here teams
Tar Heels
Garnecocks
Blue Devils
Crimson Tide
Real Indians
Sick of Redskins
And Tomahawk chops
It seems to me
That to stay mean
These names should change with time
The New York Muggers
Detroit Murders
And Chicago Mob
Boston Bigots
Texas Swindlers
And the L.A. Cops
Miami Drugs
New Jersey Dumps
Take on the Denver Smog
Seattle Fads
New Orleans Hoods
Milwaukee Cannibals
San Diego Jarheads
And the Arizona Drought
That's Mascot Mania
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Go Carp, go!
Salmonbellies rule!
Hit 'em harder cops!
But a hockey team called the Mighty Ducks?
Aw, man.
Heads explode when Dallas Oswalds
Meet Washington Bribes
Home team bands play "Cop Killer"
When L.A. comes to town
Pittsburgh Polluters
Houston Drive-Bys
Don't stir near the fear
When the Florida Abortion Bombers
Meets the San Francisco Queers
That's Mascot Mania
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Anywhere ya go
The game's the same old thing
Bet your money on the Bribes
They always win
JOCK-O-RAMA
Dead Kennedys
You really like gorillas?
We've got just the pet for you
It's the way you're forced to act
To survive our schools
Make your whole life revolve around sports
Walk tough - Don't act too smart
Be a mean machine
Then we'll let you get ahead
(chorus)
Jock-O-Rama - Save my soul
We're under the thumb of the Beef Patrol
The future of America is in their hands
Watch it roll over Niagara Falls
Pep rally in the holy temple
And you're forced to go
Masturbate en masse
With the favored religious cult
Cheerleaders yell - 'Ra Ra Team'
From the locker room parades the prime beef
When archaeologists dig this up
They'll either laugh or cry
Jock-O-Rama - On the brain
Redneck-a-thon drivin' me insane
The future of America is in their hands
Watch it roll over Niagara Falls
Unzip that old-time religion
On the almighty football field
Beerbellies of all ages
Come to watch the gladiators bleed
'Now boys, this game ain't played for fun
You're going out there to win
How d'ya win?
Get out there
And snap the other guy's knee!'
Beat 'em up! Beat 'em up!
Ra Ra Ra
Snap those spinal cords
Ha Ha Ha
The star quarterback lies injured
Unconscious on the football field
Looks like his neck's been broken
Seems to happen somewhere every year
His mom and dad clutch themselves and cry
Their favorite son will never walk again
Coach says, 'That boy gave a hundred percent
What spirit
What a man'
But who cares?
Game's over - Let's go get wasted man
To the 7-11, to the liquor store
Let's party all night and party some more
Another Trans-Am
Wrapped itself around a telephone pole
'I ain't drunk, officer
I just fell gettin' out of my car'
Don't worry about it, son
We were that way when we were young
You've got all the skills
To make a damn good businessman
Jock-O-Rama - that's the law
Come lick the butts of the Beef Patrol
If the future of America is handed to them
Watch it roll over Niagara Falls
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ice queen colorado
Sep 2000
time: 22:15
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Have I Told You Lately
rod stewart
Have I Told You Lalety that I love you?
Have I told you there's no one else above you?
Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness,
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.
For the morning sun in all it's glory,
Meets the day with hope and comfort too,
You fill my life with laughter, somehow you make it better,
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.
There's a love less defined,
And its yours and its mine,
Like the sun.
And at the end of the day,
We should give thanks and pray,
To The One, to The One.
Have I Told You Lately that I love you?
Have I told you there's no one else above you?
Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness,
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.
There's a love less defined,
And its yours and its mine,
Like the sun.
And at the end of the day,
We should give thanks and pray,
To The One, to The One.
Have I Told You Lately That I Love you?
Have I told you there's no one else above you?
Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness,
Ease my troubles, that's waht you do.
Take away all my sadness, fill my life with gladness,
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.
Take away all my sadness, fill my life with gladness,
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.
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first circle of the inferno
Jul 2001
time: 05:15
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I know what you're doing
I see it all to clear
I only taste the saline when i kiss away your tears
You really had me going, wishing on a star
But the black holes that surrounded you are heavier by far
I believed in your confusion, you were so completely torn
It must've been that yesterday was the day that i was born
There's not much to examine, there's nothing left to hide
You really can't be serious, you hafta ask me why
I say goodbye...
Cause I am barely breathing
And I can't find the air
Don't know who I'm kidding
Imagining you care
And I could stand here waiting
A fool for another day
I don't suppose it's worth the price, worth the price
The price that I would pay
Everyone keeps asking, what's it all about?
I used to be so certain and I can't figure out
What is this attraction? I only feel the pain
There's nothing left to reason and only you to blame
Will it ever change?
Cause I am barely breathing
And I can't find the air
I don't know who I'm kidding
Imaginging you care
And I could stand here waiting
A fool for another day
But I don't suppose it's worth the price, worth the price
The price that I would pay
But I'm thinking it over anyway...
I've come to find
I may never know
Your changing mind
Is it friend or foe?
I rise above
Or sink below
With every time
You Come and go
Please don't come and go
Cause I am barely breathing
And I can't find the air
I don't know who I'm kidding
Imagining you care
And I could stand here waiting
A fool for another day
But I don't suppose it's worth the price, worth the price
The price that I would pay
But I'm thinking it over anyway...
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boann
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ice queen colorado
Sep 2000
time: 22:15
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In Your Eyes - Peter Gabriel
Love I get so lost, sometimes
days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
when I want to run away
I drive off in my car
but whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are
All my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
In your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
the heat I see in your eyes
Love, I don't like to see so much pain
so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away
I get so tired of working so hard for out survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive
And all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
In your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light,
the heat I see in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes
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*End Is Forever*
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Salford, UK
Jan 1970
time: 05:15
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Moral Majority - Dead Kennedys
You call yourself the Moral Majority
We call ourselves the people in the real world
Trying to rub us out, but we're going to survive
God must be dead if you're alive
You say, 'God loves you. Come and buy the Good News'
Then you buy the president and swimming pools
If Jesus don't save 'til we're lining your pockets
God must be dead if you're alive
Circus-tent con-men and Southern belle bunnies
Milk your emotions then they steal your money
It's the new dark ages with the fascists toting bibles
Cheap nostalgia for the Salem Witch Trials
Stodgy ayatollahs in their dobble-knit ties
Burn lots of books so they can feed you their lies
Masturbating with a flag and a bible
God must be dead if you're alive
Blow it out your ass, Jerry Falwell
Blow it out your ass, Jesse Helms
Blow it out your ass, Ronald Reagan
What's wrong with a mind of my own?
You don't want abortions, you want battered children
You want to ban the pill as if that solves the problem
Now you wanna force us to pray in school
God must be dead if you're such a fool
You're planning for a war with or without Iran
Building a police state with the Ku Klux Klan
Pissed at your neighbour? Don't bother to nag
Pick up the phone and turn in a fag
Blow it out your ass, Terry Dolan
Blow it out your ass, Phyllis Schlafly
Ram it up your ****, Anita
Cos God must be dead
If you're alive
God must be dead
If you're alive
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first circle of the inferno
Jul 2001
time: 05:15
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Miss Pitiful by Etta James
They call me Miss Pitiful
Baby thats my name now
They call me Miss Pitiful Thats how I got my fame
But people just don`t seem to understand
How someone can feel so blue
They call me Miss Pitiful cause I lost someone just like you.
The call me Miss Pitiful
This everybody know now
They call me Miss Pitiful Most everyplace I go.
But nobody seems to understand now,
How can a woman sing such a sad song
When he lost everything that he had.
How can I explain to you
How somebody con get so very blue
How can I tell you about my past
If all things won`t end.
Miss Pitiful
Thats my name now
They call me Miss Pitiful Thats how I got my fame
But nobody seems to understand
what make a woman can feel so very blue
They call me Miss Pitiful cause I m in love with you
Can I explain to you
Everything is going wrong
I`ve lost everything i had
I have to sing this sad song
To get back to her
And I m gonna sing this song to you
And i want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
[And I wanna tell you everything is going through my mind]
And I want to sing
And I want to sing
And I want to sing
And I want to sing this song with you
[And I wanna sing this song to everyone]
Cause I want them to understand what I talkin about
I want you to understand what I`m sayin......
Mambo Italiano by Rosemary Clooney
A girl went back to Napoli
Because she missed the scenery
The native dances and the charming songs
But wait a minute, something's wrong
Hey, mambo! Mambo italiano!
Hey, mambo! Mambo italiano
Go, go, go you mixed up sigialiano
All you calabraise-a do the mambo like a crazy with a
Hey mambo, don't wanna tarantella
Hey mambo, no more a mozzarella
Hey mambo! Mambo italiano!
Try an enchilada with da fish a bac a lan and a
Hey goombah, I love a how you dance a rhumbah
But take a some advice paisano
Learn how to mambo
If you gonna be a square
You ain't a gonna go nowhere
Hey mambo! mambo italiano!
Hey mambo! mambo italiano!
Go, go, Joe, shake a like a Giovanno
Hello kess-a-deetch-a you getta happy in the feets a
When you mambo italiano
Shake-a Baby shake-a cause I love a when you take a me
Mama say "stop-a or I'm gonna tell a papa"
And a hey ja drool you don't a have to go to school
Just make-a wid da beat bambino
It's a like a vino
Kid you good a lookin' but you don't a-know what's cookin' till you
Hey mambo, Mambo italiano
Hey mambo, Mambo italiano
Ho, ho, ho, you mixed up Sigiliano
it's a so delish a ev'rybody come copisha
How to mambo italianoooooo!
'Ats nice!
UNH!
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AECCP Dark Lord of the Sith
Aug 2000
time: 00:15
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...Because anywhere else, it would be the teethbrush!!!
What?
Take Me Home, Country Roads(John Denver)
Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, growin' like a breeze
Country roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West Virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, Country Roads
All my mem'ries, gather 'round her
Miner's lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye
Country roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West Virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, Country Roads
I hear her voice, in the mornin' hours she calls to me
The radio reminds me of my home far a-way
And drivin' down the road I get a feeling'
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday
Country roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West Virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, Country Roads
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ice queen colorado
Sep 2000
time: 22:15
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these are poems....
lyrics are poems when the music is silent
poems are songs when your heart sings them.
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Dreams
Hold fast your dreams
Within your heart
Keep one still secret spot
Where dreams may go
And sheltered so
May thrive and grow
Where doubt and fear are not
O keep a place apart
Within your heart
For little dreams to go
Think still of lovely things that are not true
Let wish and magic work at will in you
Be sometimes blind to sorrow, make believe
Forget the calm that lies
In disillusioned eyes
Though we all know that we must die
Yet you and I
May walk like gods and be
Even now at home in immortality
We see so many ugly things
Deceits and wrongs and quarrelings
We know, alas we know
How quickly fade
The color in the west
The bloom upon the flower
The bloom upon the breast
And youth's blind hour
Yet keep within your heart
A place apart
Where little dreams may go
May thrive and grow
Hold fast - hold fast your dreams
~ Louise Driscoll ~
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Living
To touch the cup with eager lips and taste, not drain it
To woo and tempt and court a bliss - and not attain it
To fondle and caress a joy, yet hold it lightly
Lest it become necessity and cling too tightly
To watch the sun set in the west without regretting
To hail its advent in the east - the night forgetting
To smother care in happiness and grief in laughter
To hold the present close - not questioning hereafter
To have enough to share - to know the joy of giving
To thrill with all the sweets of life - is living.
Last edited by boann on 29-10-2001 at 09:55
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first circle of the inferno
Jul 2001
time: 05:15
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They're COming to Take me Away HAHA! by Napoleon XIV
Remember when you ran away and
I got on my knees and begged you
Not to leave because I'd go berserk? Well,
You left me anyhow and then the
Days got worse and worse and now you
See I've gone completely out of my mind. And,
They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa.
They're coming to take me away, ho ho, he he, ha ha,
To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see those nice young
Men in their clean white coats and
They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa!
You thought it was a joke and so you
Laughed, you laughed! When I had said that
Losing you would make me flip my lid - right?
You know you laughed, I heard you laugh,
You laughed, you laughed and laughed, and then you
Left, but now you know I'm utterly mad. And,
They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa.
They're coming to take me away, ho ho, he he , ha ha,
To the happy home with trees and flowers and chirping birds
And basket weavers who sit and smile
And twiddle their thumbs and toes
And they're coming to take me away, ha-haaa!
I cooked your food, I cleaned your house
And this is how you pay me back
For all my kind, unselfish loving deeds? Huh?
Well, you just wait--they'll find you yet
And when they do they'll put you in the
ASPCA you mangy mutt! And,
They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa.
They're coming to take me away, ho ho, he he, ha ha,
To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see those nice young
Men in their clean white coats and
They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa!
To the happy home with trees and flowers and chirping birds
And basket weavers who sit and smile
And twiddle their thumbs and toes
And they're coming to take me away, ha-haaa!
To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see those nice young
Men in their clean white coats and
They're coming to take me away!
MOnster Mash by Boris Pickett and The Crypt Kickers
I was working in the lab late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For my monster from his slab began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise
He did the mash
He did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
He did the mash
It caught on in a flash
He did the mash
He did the monster mash
From my laboratory in the castle east
To the master bedroom where the vampires feast
The ghouls all came from their humble abodes
To get a jolt from my electrodes
They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included Wolf Man
Dracula and his son
The scene was rockin', all were digging the sounds
Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds
The coffin-bangers were about to arrive
With their vocal group, "The Crypt-Kicker Five"
They played the mash
They played the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They played the mash
It caught on in a flash
They played the mash
They played the monster mash
Out from his coffin, Drac's voice did ring
Seems he was troubled by just one thing
He opened the lid and shook his fist
And said, "Whatever happened to my Transylvania twist?"
It's now the mash
It's now the monster mash
The monster mash
And it's a graveyard smash
It's now the mash
It's caught on in a flash
It's now the mash
It's now the monster mash
Now everything's cool, Drac's a part of the band
And my monster mash is the hit of the land
For you, the living, this mash was meant too
When you get to my door, tell them Boris sent you
Then you can mash
Then you can monster mash
The monster mash
And do my graveyard smash
Then you can mash
You'll catch on in a flash
Then you can mash
Then you can monster mash
Thriller by Michael Jackson
It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking
in the dark
Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops
your heart
You try to scream but terror takes the sound before
you make it
You start to freeze as horror looks you right between
the eyes,
You're paralyzed
'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to
strike
You know it's thriller, thriller night
You're fighting for your life inside a killer,
thriller tonight
You hear the door slam and realize there's nowhere
left to run
You feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see
the sun
You close your eyes and hope that this is just
imagination
But all the while you hear the creature creepin' up
behind
You're out of time
'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
There ain't no second chance against the thing with
forty eyes
You know it's thriller, thriller night
You're fighting for your life inside a killer,
thriller tonight
Night creatures call
And the dead start to walk in their masquerade
There's no escapin' the jaws of the alien this time
(they're open wide)
This is the end of your life
They're out to get you, there's demons closing in on
every side
They will possess you unless you change the number on
your dial
Now is the time for you and I to cuddle close
together
All thru the night I'll save you from the terrors on
the screen,
I'll make you see
That it's a thriller, thriller night
'Cause I can thrill you more than any ghost would
dare to try
Girl, this is thriller, thriller night
So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller,
chiller,
Thriller here tonight
(Rap performed by Vincent Price)
Darkness falls across the land
The midnite hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y'awl's neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse's shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller
(Into maniacal laugh, in deep echo)
I PUT A SPELL ON YOU by Jay Hawkins (marilyn manson does the BEST cover of this. better than even CCR)
I put a spell on you
Because you're mine.
You better stop
The things that you're doin'.
I said "Watch out!
I ain't lyin', yeah!
I ain't gonna take none of your
Foolin' around;
I ain't gonna take none of your
Puttin' me down;
I put a spell on you
Because you're mine.
All right!
Devil With The Blue Dress On by Mitch Ryder
Fee, fee, fi, fi, fo-fo, fum
Look at Molly now [2: look out once again, now], here she comes
Wearin' her wig hat and shades to match
She's got high-heel shoes and an alligator hat
Wearin' her pearls and her diamond rings
She's got bracelets on her fingers, now, and everything
She's the devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress,
Devil with the blue dress on
Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress,
Devil with the blue dress on
Wearin' her perfume, Chanel No. 5
Got to be the finest girl alive
She walks real cool, catches everybody's eye
She's got such good lovin' that they can't say goodbye
Not too skinny, she's not too fat
She's a real humdinger and I like it like that
She's the devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress,
Devil with the blue dress on
Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress,
Devil with the blue dress on
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first circle of the inferno
Jul 2001
time: 05:15
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Time Warp of the movie: THe ROcky Horror Picture SHOw
It's astounding;
Time is fleeting;
Madness takes its toll.
But listen closely...
Not for very much longer.
I've got to keep control.
I remember doing the time-warp
Drinking those moments when
The Blackness would hit me
And the void would be calling...
Let's do the time-warp again.
Let's do the time-warp again.
It's just a jump to the left.
And then a step to the right.
With your hands on your hips.
You bring your knees in tight.
But it's the pelvic thrust
That really drives you insane.
Let's do the time-warp again.
Let's do the time-warp again.
It's so dreamy, oh fantasy free me.
So you can't see me, no, not at all.
In another dimension, with voyeuristic intention,
Well secluded, I see all.
With a bit of a mind flip
You're into the time slip.
And nothing can ever be the same.
You're spaced out on sensation.
Like you're under sedation.
Let's do the time-warp again.
Let's do the time-warp again.
Well I was walking down the street just a-having a think
When a snake of a guy gave me an evil wink.
He shook-a me up, he took me by surprise.
He had a pickup truck, and the devil's eyes.
He stared at me and I felt a change.
Time meant nothing, never would again.
Let's do the time-warp again.
Let's do the time-warp again.
It's just a jump to the left.
And then a step to the right.
With your hands on your hips.
You bring your knees in tight.
But it's the pelvic thrust
That really drives you insane.
Let's do the time-warp again.
Let's do the time-warp again.
Jack's Lament from "The NIghtmare Before CHristmas" by Danny Elfman
There are few who deny, at what I do I am the best
For my talents are rnowned far and wide
When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night
I excel without ever even trying
With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms
I have see grown men give out a shriek
With a wave of my hand and a well-placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off their feet
Yet year after year, it's the same routine
And I grow so weary of the sound of screams
And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King
Have grown so tired of the same old thing
Oh, somewhere dep inside of these bones
An emptiness began to grow
There's something out there, far from my home
A longing that I've never known
I'm a master of fright and a demon of light
And I'll scare you right out of your pants
To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky
And I'm known throughout England and France
And since I am dead, I can take off my head
To recite Shakespearean quotations
No animal nor man can scream like I can
With the fury of my recitations
But who here would ever understand
That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin
Would tire of his crown, if they only understood
He'd give it all up if he only could
Oh, there's an empty place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown
The fame and praise come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears
Ghostbusters
There's something weird
in the neighborhood,
who're you gonna call?
Tell me! (GHOSTBUSTERS!)
There's something strange
and it don't look good,
who're you gonna call?
Come on! (GHOSTBUSTERS!)
I ain't afraid of no ghost.
I ain't afraid of no ghost.
I ain't afraid of no ghost.
Seeing things
running through your head,
who're you gonna call?
GHOSTBUSTERS
Invisible man
sleeping in your bed,
who you gonna call?
GHOSTBUSTERS!
I ain't afraid of no ghost.
I ain't afraid of no ghost.
I ain't afraid of no ghost.
There's something weird
in the neighborhood,
who you gonna call?
GHOSTBUSTERS!
There's something strange
and it don't look good,
who're you gonna call?
Come on! (GHOSTBUSTERS!)
I ain't afraid of no ghost.
I ain't afraid of no ghost.
I ain't afraid of no ghost.
Seeing things
running through your head,
who're you gonna call?
GHOSTBUSTERS!
Invisible man
sleeping in your bed,
who're you gonna call?
GHOSTBUSTERS!
I ain't afraid of no ghost.
I ain't afraid of no ghost.
I ain't afraid of no ghost.
Who you gonna call? GHOSTBUSTERS!
Who you gonna call? GHOSTBUSTERS!
Who you gonna call? GHOSTBUSTERS!
I ain't afraid of no ghost.
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