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Yggdrasil.
Nov 1999
time: 00:25
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Mudvayne, Fear.
fear is an emotion inside us
deeper growing my deaths content
eating away our insides
watching themselves and they step out of skin
so darkness it surrounds the being
memories ressurected of pain
remembered what ??
were reminded then
of a the fear thats inside us and we'll give in today
fear
f*ck you
fear
its inside you
why am i here? because you invited me
i cant help for your insecurity
you cant hide it from me cause im inside of you
i took it from you because your a freak show
i mend my soul without reason
patiently concience restrained
my life feels so nice
it seems my darkness disguised entity
shrouded in lifetimes of misery
turned and it swells in my fate
repeated what?
disregarded then
of the visions in my mind reflected mistake
fear
f*ck you
fear
its inside you
why am i here? because you invited me
i cant help for your insecurity
you cant hide it from me cause im inside of you
i took it from you because your a freak show
why?
hostile manner thats my fear
sets back in my body goodnight
relayed needles
now floating feeling with soul striped from rine
wrapping dead bodies accending
vision restored to my eyes
confidence what ??
through defiance why ?
ive just now lifted from dead soiled time
fear
f*ck you
fear
im inside you
my hand upon you
your life gets a clue im finished
why am i here? because you invited me
i cant help for your insecurity
you cant hide it from me cause im inside of you
i took it from you because your a freak show
fear its violent
sleeping inside me
cry out just cant sickness inside me
sickness full of weakness in motion
please let me free now get out of me
fear
Nailbomb, The Sum of Your Acheivements.
Children burning crawling dying
Knowledge and science used as toys
Splitting neutrons we made us a bomb
No advences in the war
The sum of your achievements
Voicom in us something to be proud of?
Achieve destruction obliteration
Now the west invasion
Going further backwards, discover new arms
Science is working to destroy us all
(Nagasaki)
(Hiroshima)
(All of us)...
Queens of the Stone Age, God is in the Radio.
I thought I saw him on the video
A trance is keeping him under
I know that god is in the radio
Checkin the station
I'm glad I caught it from me to you
Just a call in the medium
I know hear it, I hear it too
It's everywhere that I go
You come back another day
And do no wrong
The say the devil is paranoid
Always signin the cover
But god is leakin through the stereo
Between the station to station
You believe it, I know you do
You won't admit it or say so
I know that god is in the radio
Just repeating a slogan
You come back another day
And do no wrong
Audioslave, I am the Highway.
Pearls and swine bereft of me
Long and weary my road has been
I was lost in the cities
Alone in the hills
No sorrow or pity for leaving I feel
I am not your rolling wheels
I am the highway
I am not your carpet ride
I am the sky
Friends and liards don't wait for me
I'll get on ll by myself
I put millions of miles
Under my heels
And still too close to you
I feel
I am not your rolling wheels
I am the highway
I am not your carpet
I am the sky
I am not your blowing wind
I am the lightning
I am not your autumn moon
I am the night
Fear Factory, Strain vs. Resistance.
Strain! you can resist the...
A gun in hand can make you believe
In everything that's meant to decieve
Trigger and an eye for disease
Conditioned to resist the machine
I'm not afraid to live this way
I lived through pain
Resisted all the strain
Conditioned to believe in nothing
Now that i can see
The truth behind deceit
Nothing now can ever stop me
Never stop me
Strain! you can resist the...
Elusive, i am so hard to trace
A slap of fear across your face
A weapon to cleanse the waste
To overcome this gut-wrenching place
I'm not afraid to live this way
I lived through pain
Resisted all the strain
Conditioned to believe in nothing
I'm not afraid to live this way
I lived through pain
Resisted all the strain
Conditioned to believe in nothing
You can resist the strain!
Dead Can Dance, Severance.
Severance
The birds of leaving call to us,
Yet here we stand
endowed with the fear of flight.
Overland
The winds of change consume the land,
While we remain
In the shadow of summers now past.
When all the leaves
Have fallen and turned to dust,
Will we remain
Entrenched within our ways.
Indifference,
The plague that moves throughout this land
Omen signs
In the shapes of things to come.
Tomorrow's child is the only child.
Bauhaus, Burning from the Inside.
Running without aim
Through the razor weeds
That only reach my knees
And when I'm lying in the grey sleep
I don't know how to walk the boards
I open my eyes, and look at the floor
And now I don't see you anymore
There is no choice, we make the point
To counteract a threatening hand
Close my hold
As we near the atmosphere
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Indian Rain--Iluvatar 15:42
clouds roll under thunder, skies swell to the cold
indian rain hides my teardrops. how many rainbows can you hold?
why do we always question the innocence of home?
all the while they hold my boundaries,
making my way across your plain.
wide awake come monday morning, clouded images on hold
feeling the scrapes from other torment,
facing the day across the grain
i see you've made the race, welcome to the room
a name without a face to hide within the womb
you've waited all of this time and followed me through my years
and now a guest in my place, i'll promise you the moon
though your body may be cold, burning fast is your soul
rest assured you're not alone, never try this on your own.
i see it in the eyes of people. that walk past me everyday
all the while they're cold, they just turn away
somewhere out on the ocean,
the sea that keeps the stars in the sky
(we're) all alone and time before time,
we were amazed by what we've done
no thoughts will come over you, or make you feel inclined to
make changes to better you, just look away
didn't i tell you i was part in that?
just another enigma in friday's sobriquet
a stranger in waiting, tomorrow's letters kept
didn't i tell you i never knew her name
i see you've joined the race welcome to the room
a name without a place to hide within the womb
you've waited all of this time i've followed you through the years
and now my time has come to introduce the moon
hear the cries across the counties, calling children to their homes
indian rain they hide the teardrops,
of every warrior that comes home
wide awake on sunday morning,
to witness their arms stretched as one
towards the heavens they lift their teardrops,
sending one of the family to her grave
did you ever think to call, before closing the gate?
and now you land on my door
shedding your light on my doorway,
and locking away my tears, wash away my tears.
you've got them thinking you were a star,
the one God had sent to you promising them a better way.
shine your light on my doorway,
and make better all the years with one touch of yours.
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SlowwHand
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of The Cooler
Sep 1999
time: 23:25
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Satin Sheets
Now you once told me I was good for nothing
You couldn't live on my dreams and crystal balls
But his money couldn't buy you my loving
So I guess I'm good for something after all
Slide off of your satin sheets
Slip down from your lonely street
You know where to find my door
I know what you're cry, cry - ing for
You once told me I was good for nothing
You had to live in style in marble halls
But still with all of that youâre not happy
So I guess Iâm good for something after all
Slide off of your satin sheets
Slip down to my lonely street
You know where to find my door
And I know what you're cry crying for
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She's All I Got
Friend don't take her, she's all I got
Please don't take her love away from me
I'm begging you friend, don't take her, she's all I got
She's everything in life I'll ever need
She is life when I want to live
She's everything to me in life that life can give
She's my water when I need a drink
She's the first thought in my mind each time I try to think
She's my fingers when I want to feel
She's the only thing in life to me that's really real
She is love she's all the love I know
She could kiss the ground in the winter time and make a flower grow
I said friend don't take her, she's all I got
I'm a begging you friend don't take her she's all I got
Everything to me friend don't take her she's all I got
Now we're talking friend don't take her she's all I got
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The Only Hell My Momma Ever Raised
Well, I cant sell my momma short on loving me,
I guess that's why she let me go so far,
Momma always stopped me short of stealing,
I guess thats why I had to steal that car,
She told me not to smoke it, but I did and it took me far away,
And I turned out to be, THE ONLY HELL MY MOMMA EVER RAISED.
I pulled into Atlanta
stolen tags and almost out of gas,
I had to get some money, and lately I'd learned how to get it fast,
Those neon lights was calling me
and somehow I had to get downtown,
I reached into the glovebox, another liquor store went down.
CHORUS:
And I sing "Precious Memories," take me back to the good ol' days.
I can hear my momma singing, "Rock of Ages" clept(?) for me,
She tried to turn me on to Jesus, but I turned on to the devil's ways,
And I turned out to be...THE ONLY HELL MY MOMMA EVER RAISED.
When they put those handcuffs on me,
Lord how I fought to resist,
But that agent clamped'em tighter, 'til that metal bit into my wrist,
They took my boots and my billfold,
my fingerprints, and the profile of my face,
Then they locked away, THE ONLY HELL MY MOMMA EVER RAISED.
Chorus.
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MosesPresley
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The Fat Lady Of Limbourgh
Brian Eno
Well I rang up Pantucci spoke to Lucia
Gave them all they needed to know
If affairs are proceeding as we're expecting
Soon enough the weak spots will show
I assume you understand that we have options on your time
And will ditch you in the harbour if we must
But if it all works out nicely, you'll get the bonus you deserve
From doctors we trust.
The Fat Lady of Limbourgh
Looked at the samples that we sent
And furrowed her brow
You would never believe that
She'd tasted Royalty and Fame
If you saw her now
But her sense of taste is such that she'll distinguish with her tongue
The subtleties a spectrograph would miss
And announce her decision while demanding her reward
A jelly fish kiss.
Now we checked out this duck quack
Who laid a big egg oh so black it shone just like gold.
And the kids from the city finding it pretty
Took it home and there it was sold
It was changing hands for weeks
Till someone left it by their fire
And it melted to a puddle on the floor
For it was only a candle a Roman scandal
Oh oh and now it's a pool.
That's what we're paid for
That's what we're paid for
That's what we're paid for here.
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Whatever Happened To My Rock 'N' Roll (Punk Song)
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
(Spoken) 1...2...3...4!
You want a part of me
You want the whole thing
You want to feel something more than I could ever bring
You want it badly
You want it tangled
I want to feel something more than I was strangled
I fell in love with the sweet sensation
I gave my heart to a simple chord
I gave my soul to a new religion
Whatever happened to you?
Whatever happened to our rock'n'roll?
Whatever happened to my rock'n'roll?
She wants it hallow
She wants it tainted
She wants to feel something more than she was naked
You want to hide away
You can't touch it
I want to feel something more than I care to take
I fell in love with the sweet sensation
I gave my heart to a simple chord
I gave my soul to a new religion
Whatever happened to you, rock'nroll?
Whatever happened to our rock'n'roll?
Whatever happened to my rock'n'roll?
She wants your image
She wants your kiss
She wants to get inside your head and tell it like it is
You want it badly
You want it so completele
I want to feel something more cos I can't f***in' breathe
I fell in love with the sweet sensation
I gave my heart to a simple chord
I gave my soul to a new religion (rock'n'roll)
Whatever happened to you, rock'n'roll?
Whatever happened to our rock'n'roll?
Whatever happened to my rock'n'roll?
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looking for a saviour in these dirty streets
Jul 2000
time: 05:25
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London here I come!
The Nolans - I'm In The Mood For Dancing
I'm in the mood for dancin', romancin'
Ooh I'm givin' it all tonight
I'm in the mood for chancin'
I feel like dancin'
Ooh so come on and hold me tight
Dancin', I'm in the mood, babe
So let the music play
Ooh I'm dancin', I'm in the groove, babe
So get on up and let your body sway
I'm in the mood for dancin', romacnin'
You know I shan't ever stop tonight
I'm in the mood for chancin'
I feel like dancin'
Ooh from head to my toes
Take me again
And heaven who knows
Just where it will end
So dance, yeah let's dance, come on and dance
Dance, yeah let's dance, come on and dance
I'm in the mood for dancin', romancin'
Ooh I'm givin' it all tonight
I'm in the mood for chancin'
I feel like dancin'
Ooh so come on and hold me tight
Dancin', just feel the beat, babe
That's all you've gotta do
I can't stop dancin'
So move your feet, babe
when I get up close to you
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Clear Skies
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looking for a saviour in these dirty streets
Jul 2000
time: 05:25
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And while the king was looking down, the jester stole his thorny crown...
Bob Dylan - Blowing in the Wind
How many roads must a man walk down, before they call him a man
How many seas must a white dove sail, before she sleeps in the sand
How many times must the cannonballs fly, before they are forever banned
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind
How many years must a mountain exist, before it is washed to the sea
How many years can some people exist, before they're allowed to be free
How many times can a man turn his head, and pretend that he just doesn't see
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind
How many times must a man look up, before he can see the sky
How many years must one man have, before he can hear people cry
How many deaths will it take till he knows, that too many people have died
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind
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In Held ('twas) in I--Transatlantic 17:21
originally by Procol Harum
In the darkness of the night, only occasionally relieved by glimpses of Nirvana as seen through other people's windows, wallowing in a morass of self-despair made only more painful by the knowledge that all I am is of my own making ...
When everything around me, even the kitchen ceiling, has collapsed and crumbled without warning. And I am left, standing alive and well, looking up and wondering why and wherefore.
At a time like this, which exists maybe only for me, but is nonetheless real, if I can communicate, and in the telling and the bearing of my soul anything is gained, even though the words which I use are pretentious and make you cringe with embarrassment, let me remind you of the pilgrim who asked for an audience with the Dalai Lama.
He was told he must first spend five years in contemplation. After the five years, he was ushered into the Dalai Lama's presence, who said, 'Well, my son, what do you wish to know?' So the pilgrim said, 'I wish to know the meaning of life, father.'
And the Dalai Lama smiled and said, 'Well my son, life is like a beanstalk, isn't it?'
Held close by that which some despise
which some call fake, and others lies
And somewhat small for one so tall
a doubting Thomas who would be?
It's written plain for all to see
for one who I am with no more
it's hard at times, it's all gone wrong
They say that Jesus healed the sick and helped the poor
and those unsure believed his eyes - a strange disguise
Still write it down, it might be read
nothing's better left unsaid
only sometimes, still no doubt
it's hard to see, it all works out
In the autumn of my madness
when my hair is turning grey
for the milk has finally curdled
and I've nothing left to say
When all my thoughts are spoken
(save my last departing birds)
bring all my friends unto me
and I'll strangle them with words
In the autumn of my madness
which in coming won't be long
for the nights are now much darker
and the daylight's not so strong
and the things which I believed in
are no longer quite enough
for the knowing is much harder
and the going's getting rough
I know if I'd been wiser
this would never have occurred
but I wallowed in my blindness
so it's plain that I deserve
for the sin of self-indulgence
when the truth was writ quite clear
I must spend my life amongst the dead
who spend their lives in fear
of a death that they're not sure of,
of a life they can't control
It's all so simple really
if you just look to your soul
Some say that I'm a wise man,
some think that I'm a fool
It doesn't matter either way:
I'll be a wise man's fool
For the lesson lies in learning
and by teaching I'll be taught
for there's nothing hidden anywhere,
it's all there to be sought
And so if you know anything
look closely at the time
at others who remain untrue
and don't commit that crime
Last edited by HolyWarrior on 26-04-2003 at 21:16
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first circle of the inferno
Jul 2001
time: 05:25
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Silence by Sarah McLachlan
Give me release
witness me
I am outside
give me peace
Heaven holds a sense of wonder
and I wanted to believe
that I'd get caught up
when the rage in me subsides
Passion choke the flower
'til she cries no more
possessing all the beauty
hungry still for more
Heaven holds a sense of wonder...
I am sinking
in this silence
in this white wave
in this silence
I believe
I can't help this longing
comfort me
I can't hold it all in
if you won't let me
Heaven holds a sense of wonder...
In this white wave
I am sinking
in this silence
in this white wave
in this silence
I believe
I have seen you
in this white wave
you are silent
you are breathing
in this white wave
I am free
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Kidney Thieves
Crazy
crazy, i'm crazy for feeling so lonely
i'm crazy, crazy for feeling so blue
i knew, you'd love me as long as you wanted
and someday, you'd leave me for somebody new
worry, why do i let myself worry
wondering, what in the world should i do
crazy for thinking that my love could hold you
i'm crazy for trying, crazy for trying, and i'm crazy for loving you
Stabbing Westward
Hold On
Back when you were in my life
You gave me something that I could live for.
Now everything's changed and you're
Gone but I'm still here waiting.
So how can I hold on
With nothing to hold on to....
Why should I hold on
When there's nothing to hold on to
Sex made me feel alive but now I'm
So bored with mindless passion.
Drugs were someplace to hide but
They've left me feeling cold and empty.
So how can I hold on
With nothing to hold on to....
Why should I hold on
When there's nothing to hold on to
I thought you were my friend that you
Were someone I could turn to
But now I realize you were a
Friend when you needed something
So how can I hold on
With nothing to hold on to....
Why should I hold on
When there's nothing to hold on to
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Austin, Texas, USA
Oct 1999
time: 23:25
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Estimated Prophet
Grateful Dead
My time coming, any day, don't worry bout me, no
Been so long I felt this way, ain't in no hurry, no
Rainbows end down that highway where ocean breezes blow
My time coming, voices saying, they tell me where to go
Don't worry bout me, no no, don't worry bout me, no
And I'm in no hurry, no no no, I know where to go.
California, preaching on the burning shore
California, I'll be knocking on the golden door
Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light
Rising up to paradise, I know I'm gonna shine
My time coming, anyday, don't worry bout me, no
It's gonna be just like they say, them voices tell me so
Seems so long I felt this way and time sure passin' slow
Still I know I lead the way, they tell me where I go
Don't worry bout me, no no, don't worry bout me, no
And I'm in no hurry, no no no, I know where to go
California, a prophet on the burning shore
California, I'll be knocking on the golden door
Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light
Rising up to paradise, I know I'm gonna shine
You've all been asleep,
You would not believe me
Them voices telling me,
You will soon receive me
We're standing on the beach,
The sea will part before me
(Fire wheel burning in the air)
And you will follow me,
And we will ride to glory
(Way up the middle of the air)
And I'll call down thunder
And speak the same
And my word fills the sky with flame
And might and glory gonna be my name
And men gonna light my way
My time coming, anyday, don't worry bout me, no
It's gonna be just like they say, them voices tell me so
Seems so long I felt this way and time sure passin slow
My time coming, anyday, don't worry about me, no
Don't worry about me...
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Austin, Texas, USA
Oct 1999
time: 23:25
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Life is ****
Dead Milkmen
i ran into a friend of mine said he was gonna take some words and make them rhyme i said "you can fool some of them some of the time, but you can only fool half them all of the time" he said "yes i do believe this is true, would you like to come and sniff some glue? and we'll fly to where the skies are blue and look for things both bright and new" and on a pretty sunday morning a bunch of pretty baptist girls linked their pretty hands and they sang life is ****, life is **** the world is ****, the world is **** this is life as i know it this is life as i know it and in the sky i saw richard nixon smoking a lacey with mr. dickson he said "son there's something i must say, i do believe i've found a better way" and a vision came and i new it was bob crane and bob sang: life is ****, life is **** the world is ****, the world is **** this is life as i know it this is life as i know it and when my friend and i were done we went to rest upon the sun cause life takes from us the things we love and it robs us of the special ones and it puts them high where we can't climb and we only miss them all the time and we sing: life is ****, life is **** the world is ****, the world is **** this is life as i know it this is life as i know it this is life as i know it this is life as i know it this is life as i know it
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SlowwHand
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of The Cooler
Sep 1999
time: 23:25
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Ball and Chain ( in album Live at Winterland '68 )
Janis Joplin
Yeah! Alright!
Sittin' down by my window,
Honey, lookin' out at the rain.
Lord, Lord, Lord, sittin' down by my window,
Baby, lookin' out at the rain.
Somethin' came along, grabbed a hold of me,
And it felt just like a ball and chain.
Honey, that's exactly what it felt like,
Honey, just dragging me down.
And I say, oh, whoa, whoa, now hon', tell me why,
Why does every single little tiny thing I hold on goes wrong ?
Yeah it all goes wrong, yeah.
And I say, oh, whoa, whoa, now babe, tell me why,
Why does every thing, every thing.
Hey, here you gone today, I wanted to love you,
Honey, I just wanted to hold you, I said, for so long,
Yeah! Alright! Hey!
Love's got a hold on me, baby,
Feels just like a ball and chain.
Now, love's just draggin' me down, baby, yeah,
Feels like a ball and chain.
I hope there's someone out there who could tell me
Why the man I love wanna leave me in so much pain.
Yeah, maybe, maybe you could help me, come on, help me!
And I say, oh, whoa, whoa, now hon', tell me why,
Now tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me why, yeah.
And I say, oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, when I ask you,
When I need to know why, c'mon tell me why, hey hey hey,
Here you've gone today,
I wanted to love you and hold you
Till the day I die.
I said whoa, whoa, whoa!!
And I say oh, whoa, whoa, no honey
It ain't fair, daddy it ain't fair what you do,
I see what you're doin' to me and you know it ain't fair.
And I say oh, whoa whoa now baby
It ain't fair, now, now, now, what you do
I said hon' it ain't fair what, hon' it ain't fair what you do.
Oh, here you gone today and all I ever wanted to do
Was to love you
Honey an' I think there can be nothing wrong with that,
Only it ain't wrong, no, no, no, no, no.
Sittin' down by my window,
Lookin' at the rain.
Lord, Lord, Lord, sittin' down by my window,
Lookin' at the rain, see the rain.
Somethin' came along, grabbed a hold of me,
And it felt like a ball and chain.
Oh this can't be in vain
And I'm gonna tell you one just more time, yeah, yeah!
And I say oh, whoa whoa, now baby
This can't be, no this can't be in vain,
And I say no no no no no no no no, whoa!
And I say whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Now now now now now now now now now no no not in vain
Hey, hope there is someone that could tell me
Hon', tell me why,
Hon', tell me why love is like
Just like a ball
Just like a ball
Baaaaaaalllll
Oh daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy
And a chain.
Yeah!
Oh honey you don't know how nice it is to be back home, thank you. Alright. "Harry" ? No, no. "It's a Deal". No. "Down on Me", we'll do it.
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Land of Eternal Truth
Feb 2003
time: 08:25
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O LITTLE TOWN OF BETHLEHEM by Duo Doloroso:
O Little Town of Bethlehem, in fear we see thee lie,
We hear thee weep in fitful sleep, as tanks and planes go by,
And in thy shattered streets is shown, the Palestinian plight.
The hopes and fears of all the years, are dashed for thee tonight.
How violently, how violently the pre-dawn raids begin,
The soldiers shout, "All men get out, leave now your house of tin".
No ear may hear the desperate cries, for in their world of sin
Israeli soldiers brutalize, and torture those within.
O ghostly town of Bethlehem, in curfew do you lie,
Your streets are dead, the people dread to wander lest they die
No pilgrims visit your hallowed square, for Christians have been banned
A crueller plight upon this night, has ne'er on Earth been planned.
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Eli
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Israel
Jul 2000
time: 07:25
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JERUSALEM OF GOLD
by Naomi Shemer
The mountain air is clear as wine
And the scent of pines
Is carried on the breeze of twilight
With the sound of bells.
And in the slumber of tree and stone
Captured in her dream
The city that sits solitary
And in its midst is a wall.
Jerusalem of gold, and of bronze, and of light
Behold I am a violin for all your songs.
How the cisterns have dried
The market-place is empty
And no one frequents the Temple Mount
In the Old City.
And in the caves in the mountain
Winds are howling
And no one descends to the Dead Sea
By way of Jericho.
Jerusalem of gold, and of bronze, and of light
Behold I am a violin for all your songs.
But as I come to sing to you today,
And to adorn crowns to you (i.e. to tell your praise)
I am the smallest of the youngest of your children (i.e. the least worthy of doing so)
And of the last poet (i.e. of all the poets born).
For your name scorches the lips
Like the kiss of a seraph
If I forget thee, Jerusalem,
Which is all gold...
Jerusalem of gold, and of bronze, and of light
Behold I am a violin for all your songs.
We have returned to the cisterns
To the market and to the market-place
A ram's horn (shofar) calls out (i.e. is being heard) on the Temple Mount
In the Old City.
And in the caves in the mountain
Thousands of suns shine -
We will once again descend to the Dead Sea
By way of Jericho!
Jerusalem of gold, and of bronze and of light
Behold I am a violin for all your songs.
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HolyWarrior
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Interior Lulu--Marillion 15:14
As you lie there on your bed
beneath the face of Louise Brooks
With your makeup and your teddy bear
And your C.S. Lewis books
Bad seed --You're a bad seed
You're a decadent in chrysalis
Waiting sleepily to emerge
When you'll visit every seedy need
Of your random obsessive urge
All the ruses that you use
All the food that you refuse
All the dust and tired air that feeds Interior Lulus
All the poisoned attitudes
And the lust for the unknown
And the second best that devils use
To make this world their own Interior Lulu
Interior Lulu
Every rainy day by e-mail
As you lie there on your bed
Another virtual page arrives
There will be times when you remember me
Of the chapters you'll be writing
As the voices echo in your head
In the book called wasted lives
As you read Henry and Anais
All the lost weekends and booze
All the finger-and-thumb screws
All the sleepless worn out blues that bruise Interior Lulus
Interior Lulu Interior Lulu
Use the anger-paint a picture of it
Throw the colours--Use the pain, use the pain
Scream back a brand new emotion
As it runs across the skin
Fire across paper--Burn and curl, burn and curl
You thought you couldn't feel like this
But it's happening again and you're waking up in pain
Tattooed in that private place
Microsoft and tears, intimately pierced
Discovering and remembering
You felt like this somewhere before
Stirrin' up the bed of the river
Somewhere you don't like to go
You wrote this down so many times
But you get up anyway and you write it down again
You've bored us all to death with this
Well who you gonna tell
When you've nothing left to sell
She says she's lonely, She says she knows me
But she's a one-way street
She told me what I already know
"If you can carry it out you can take it away
If you can carry it out you can take it away
If you can buy it, it can be bought
If you can buy it, it can be stolen
If you can break it, it's already broken"
Lately, I can't stand to hear other people talking
So many empty conversations--what a waste of lips
Lately I can't stand to stand on Primrose Hill
Look down upon the city--a heart pumping the roads
In our racing stripes we rejoice at being "connected"
Without touching--Thank God for the internet
We stare at our screens all our lives
What a waste of eyes
'Till the electrical storm blows our fuses
And we gaze, dumbfounded, at the rain
All the trust and tired care
Left to rust and go nowhere
All this gold beneath my skin
Sparklin' like sin somewhere within
In so deep, in so deep that
I can't sleep for these interior Lu lu lu lu lus
Last edited by HolyWarrior on 06-03-2003 at 11:58
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Drogue
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Omnipresent conscience
Oct 2002
time: 05:25
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Ode to Bush 
Coldplay - A Rush Of Blood To The Head
You said I'm gonna buy this place and burn it down
I'm gonna put it six feet underground
I'm gonna buy this place and watch it fall
Stand here beside me baby in the crumbling walls
Oh I'm gonna buy this place and start a fire
Stand here until I fill all your hearts desire
Because I'm gonna buy this place and see it burn
And do back the things it did to you in return
Huuuhhhh
Huuuhhhh
Huuuhhhh
Huuuhhhh
You said I'm gonna buy a gun and start a war
If you can tell me something worth fighting for
Oh and I'm gonna buy this place is what I said
Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head
Honey, all the movements you're starting to make
See me crumble and fall on my face
And I know the mistakes that I've made
See it all disappear without a trace
And they call as they beckon you on
They say start as you need to go on
Start as you need to go on
Said I'm gonna buy this place and see it go
Stand here beside me baby, watch the orange glow
Some'll laugh and some just sit and cry
You just sit down there and you wonder why
So I'm gonna buy a gun and start a war
If you can tell me something worth fighting for
I'm gonna buy this place is what I said
Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head
Oh to the head
Honey, all the movements you're starting to make
See me crumble and fall on my face
And I know the mistakes that I've made
See it all disappear without a trace
And they call as they beckon you on
They say start as you need to go on
As you need to go on
As you need to go on
So meet me by the bridge, meet me by the lane
When am I gonna see, that pretty face again
Oh meet me on the road, meet me where I said
Blame it all upon a rush of blood to the head
I'm always amazed how many people have never heard of Idlewild: A fantastic band, and they come from Shetland 
Idlewild - In Remote Part/Scottish Fiction
in the beginning there were answers
then they came along and changed
all these questions and there answers seemed to change
so ill wait ‘til i find the remote part of your heart
for nowhere else will let us choose a comfortable start
we stop in every passing place to watch the world move faster than we do
watch it pass with out eyes closed the way we usually choose to
so ill wait ‘til i find the remote part of your heart
for nowhere else will let us choose a comfortable start
and even if the breath between us smells of alcohol
we call it confusion in the best way possible
it isn’t in the mirror
it isn’t on the page
it's a red hearted vibration
pushing through the walls of dark imagination
finding no equation
there’s a red road rage but its not road rage
its asylum seekers engulfed by a grudge
Scottish friction, Scottish fiction
it isn’t in the castle
it isn’t in the mist
its a calling of the waters as they break
to show you the new black death
with reactors aglow
you think your security
can keep you in purity
you will not shake it off
above or below
Scottish friction, Scottish fiction
Moby - The Great Escape
I'll use a lock that has no key
Bind you with chains
That no one else can see
Let the water creep over your face
I'll send it in waves
Just to watch you perform the great escape
How long can you hold your breath?
While you hold mine, I'll come and wait
Just to watch you perform the great escape
I'll pull your arms tight behind your back
Use myself as weight
And wonder while you fade
How long can you hold your breath?
While you hold mine, I'll come and wait
Just to watch you perform the great escape
And finally, one of my favourite songs (legally) released after years of waiting, absolute genius
Radiohead - True Love Waits
I'll drown my beliefs
To have you be in peace
I'll dress like your niece
An’ wash your swollen feet
Just don't leave
Don't leave
I'm not living
I'm just killing time
Your tiny hands
Your crazy kiss and smile
Just don't leave
Don't leave
And true love waits
In haunted attics
And true love lives
On lollipops and crisps
Just don't leave
Don't leave
Just don't leave
Don't leave
Last edited by Drogue on 24-02-2003 at 10:02
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devilmunchkin
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first circle of the inferno
Jul 2001
time: 05:25
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Primitive Notion by New Order
Primitive Notion
It doesn't take a lot to confuse me
I'm not aware of the passing of time
And I'd like to say to those who accuse me
Could you do it while you looked in my eye
If you hold on primitive notion
And if you think you'd like to try
You can drink this magic potion
And you can do it 'til the day that you the day that you die
I've done it before and I'll do it again
A judgement of life that I'll burn 'til the end
How can it be that we're so far apart
I want it to be like it did at the start
I'm doing my best to confound? you
Your behaviour is so volatile
Not even a zoo would impound you
Don't look at me with your criticle smile
Well I've been driving in the wrong gear
It's been a long and lonely ride
It's been winter for a whole year
But you couldn't hurt me if you tried
I've done it before and I'll do it again
Charged with a life that'll burn 'til the end
How can it be that we're so far apart
I want it to be like it did at the start
I've done it before and I'll do it again
A judgement of life that I'll burn 'til the end
How can it be that we're so far apart
I want it to be like it did at the start
I've got a message that I need to send
It's coming to you straight from a friend
I wanted to see what's inside my heart
I wanted to be like it was in the start
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