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of The Cooler
Sep 1999
time: 23:28
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THE RIGHTEOUS BROTHERS' BOBBY HATFIELD died yesterday of undetermined causes at his hotel room.
(You're My) Soul And Heart's Inspiration
Girl I can't let you, do this,
Let you walk away
Girl how can I live through this
When you're all I wake up for each day baby
You're my soul and my heart's inspiration
You're all I got to get me by
You're my soul and my heart's inspiration
Without you baby what good am I
I never had much going
But at least I had you
How can you walk out knowing
I ain't got nothing left if you do baby
You're my soul an my heart's inspiration
You're all I got to get me by
You're my soul and my heart's inspiration
Without you baby what good am I
What good am I
Baby, I can't make it without you
And I'm, I'm telling you honey
You're my reason for laughing, for crying,
For living and for dying
Baby I can't make it without you
Please I'm begging you baby
If you go it will kill me, I swear it
On my soul and courage
You're my soul and my heart's inspiration
You're all I got to get me by
You're my soul and my heart's inspiration
Without you baby what good am I
Oh what good am I
Oo-oo-oo-oo....
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You've Lost That Loving Feeling
You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips.
And there's no tenderness like before in your fingertips.
You're trying hard not to show it, (baby).
But baby, belive me I know it...
You've lost that lovin' feelin',
Whoa, that lovin' feelin',
You've lost that lovin' feelin',
Now it's gone...gone...gone...wooooooh.
Now there's no welcome look in your eyes when I reach for you.
And girl you're starting to criticize little things I do.
It makes me just feel like crying, (baby).
'Cause baby, something beautiful's dyin'.
You lost that lovin' feelin',
Whoa, that lovin' feelin',
You've lost that lovin' feelin',
Now it's gone...gone...gone...woooooah
Baby, baby, I'd get down on my knees for you.
If you would only love me like you used to do, yeah.
We had a love...a love...a love you don't find everyday.
So don't...don't...don't...don't let it slip away.
Baby (baby), baby (baby),
I beg of you please (please), please (please)
I need your love (I need your love), I need your love (I need your love),
So bring it on back (So bring it on back),
Bring it on back (so bring it on back).
Bring back that lovin' feelin',
Whoa, that lovin' feelin'
Bring back that lovin' feelin',
'Cause it's gone...gone...gone,
and I can't go on,
woh-oh-oh-oh
Bring back that lovin' feelin',
Whoa, that lovin' feelin'
Bring back that lovin' feelin',
'Cause it's gone...gone...gone...
And I can't go on.. wooooah
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Unchained Melody
(Chorus)
Oh my love, my darling
I've hungered for your touch
A long, lonely time
And time goes by so slowly
And time can do so much
Are you still mine
I need your love, I need your love
God speed your love to me
Lonely rivers flow to the sea, to the sea
To the open arms of the sea, yeah
Lonely rivers sigh 'Wait for me, wait for me'
I'll be coming home, wait for me
(Chorus)
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Austin, Texas, USA
Oct 1999
time: 23:28
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Man in Black
Johnny Cash
Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.
I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.
I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.
Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.
I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.
And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.
Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.
Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.
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Austin, Texas, USA
Oct 1999
time: 23:28
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Bourgeois Blues
Leadbelly
Listen here people, listen to me
Don’t try to find no home down in Washington, D.C.
‘Cause it’s a bourgeois town, ooh it’s a bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues, I’m gonna spread the news all around
Me and my sweet wife, Miss Martha, run all over that town
Everywhere we go to sleep, they would turn us down
Lord, in a bourgeois town, ooh it’s a bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues, I’m gonna spread the news all around
Some white folks in Washington, they know just how
Throw a colored man a nickel just to see him bow
Lord, in a bourgeois town, ooh it’s a bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues, I’m gonna spread the news all around
Me and my sweet wife, Martha, we standin’ upstairs
Heard a white man say, "I don’t want no Negroes up there"
He was a bourgeois man livin’ in a bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues, I’m gonna spread the news all around
This is the home of the brave, the land of the free
I don’t want to be mistreated by no bourgeoisie
Lord, in a bourgeois town, ooh it’s a bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues, I’m gonna spread the news all around
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Austin, Texas, USA
Oct 1999
time: 23:28
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Midnight Special
Leadbelly
Yonder comes Miss Rosie/How in the world do you know?
Well, I know her by the apron and the dress she wore.
Umbrella on her shoulder,/Piece of paper in her hand,
Well, I’m callin’ that Captain,/"Turn a-loose my man."
Chorus
Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me.
Oh let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin’ light on me.
When you gets up in the morning,/When that big bell ring.
You go marching to the table/You meet the same old thing.
Knife and fork are on the table/Ain’t nothing in my pan.
And if you say a thing about/You have a trouble with the man.
(Chorus)
If you ever go to Houston,/Boys, you better walk right,
And you better not squabble/And you better not fight.
Benson Crocker will arrest you,/Jimmy Boone will take you down.
You can bet your bottom dollar/That you’re Sugarland bound.
(Chorus)
Well, jumping Little Judy,/She was a mighty fine girl.
She brought jumping/To the whole round world.
Well, she brought it in the morning/Just a while before day.
Well, she brought me the news/That my wife was dead.
That started me to grieving,/Whooping, hollering, and crying.
And I began to worry/About my great long time.
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Yggdrasil.
Nov 1999
time: 00:28
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Under My Skin, mudvayne.
Nailed inside my head,
F*ck this I don't need your sh*t,
All the lies deceit and arrogance,
Talk your sh*t like my life is some kinda game,
Like you f*ckin' know me,
Just go far away and be small,
Run far away and be small,
Go lie in a hole and be small,
Thorns, splinters, pushing,
Under my skin,
They want in,
Sharpened tongue to penetrate me,
If you really think you got what it takes to be me,
Then walk a mile in the skin of my head case mental being,
So you want a piece of this life that belongs to me,
Well make a cut on the line and take a deeper look inside of the
freak,
That is me, f*cker, come on,
Disturb, search me, prying up all my scales
To get in lance the core to penetrate me,
So you want inside of me,
So you want a piece of this,
So you want to tear me down, for your own selfish wants and needs
Disturb, search me, prying, up all my scales,
To get in, lance the core to penetrate me,
So you want inside of me
So you want a piece of me,
So you want to drag me down,
For your own selfish wants and needs
You were there like a punk,
Just to get in my face,
Wanted in me wanted to be
Till I gave you a taste
Don't need your goddamn pressure
Frontin' stress I'm superman motherf*cker
Without the "s" on my chest
Trying to step in my circle I'm leaving you purple and black
On your back drop your ass like a heart attack
Rippin' through your life like a motherf*ckin'
Hurricane fist full of Novocain for the pain
You're nothing in my life in my head
You're nothing in my life in my land
Nailed inside my head
You're under my fu*ckin' skin!
I have cleansed my life now of the people who pry
And threaten place always in my face I think it's time for them
to
Go away always in my f*ckin' space,
Always in my scene always in my sight,
Always in my way
You're dead to me punk ass f*ck
There's nothing left
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SlowwHand
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of The Cooler
Sep 1999
time: 23:28
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Gloria
The Story Of Them Featuring Van Morrison
Like to tell you 'bout my baby, you know she comes around,
Just 'bout five feet four a-from her head to the ground.
You know she comes around here just about midnight,
She make me feel so good, Lord, she make me feel all right.
And her name is G-L-O-R-I,
G-L-O-R-I-A GLORIA
G-L-O-R-I-A GLORIA
I'm gonna shout it all night GLORIA
I'm gonna shout it every day, GLORIA
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah.
She comes around here just about midnight, ha
She make me feel so good, Lord, I wanna say she make me feel all
right.
Comes a-walkin' down my street, then she comes up to my house,
She knock upon my door and then she comes to my room,
Yeah an' she make me feel all right,
G-L-O-R-I-A GLORIA
G-L-O-R-I-A GLORIA
I'm gonna shout it all night GLORIA
I'm gonna shout it every day GLORIA
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah,
Looks so good GLORIA
All right, feel so good GLORIA
All right, yeah now.
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Terror X Crew
Not the Hellene you're used to.
One wish I have, I want to satisfy
And I will only stop when I've demolished my enemies
Never compromised with the status quo
And I've shited upon everything you take for granded
Your dreams about the future, I do not partake in them
Because some stink I always smell in them
You talk about freedom, words without meaning
All my songs are banned by cencorship
I don't want you or your heroes
Keep them for yourself and all your archtypes
Hold your theory and high your moral/dedication
For your aryan race and your standing/tall
Keep your racism your ****ing fascism
Warfare accumulation and your militarism
Keep your little flags that you run and fly them in the wind
Thinking that you gain something from it
All of these I've written them on my balls, normally
And you can die for so called principles
Under my eyes I can't stand being played for a fool
I spit on every uniform and I don't run behind them
In your ugly face hide all the military personel
Your political parties and all your politicians
You know I've never given attention to the 300 hits
The parliement's sits
I want to burn all the electoral booklets
And that for which your live, 1.000 bucks
I'm not the Hellene you're used to
I'm not the Hellene you're used to
I'm not the Hellene you're used to
I have a problem for everyone of your solutions
I don't want the artists you project to me
Musicians, lyrics writers, stick them up your arse
Always stereotypes, interknitted with authority
Your only purpose money, bloody cocksucker
I hate your zapping and your TV
This ****ing box that controls your life
I despise the chanels and their broadcastings
The TV games and their presenters
The ads, the set up news broadcasts
Conversations, analysis, faces you want to spit upon
All of them wako, enlightened professors
Who change the lights to whomever enters the order
You always keep busting my balls with rotten perceptions
And I'm tired of your brain's lapses
I don't want war and territorial claims
I'm not a nationalist and you ask me questions
I don't watch football or any similar crap
I simply regard them all these as bullshite
Thousands of suckers, go blindly
To watch games that are set up
A mass, like animals who walk to the slaughterhouse
They yell motos and others get rich!
I don't envy anything from your way of life
Your briefcase, your costume and your impecable ironing
I don't want your routine and your alarm clock
Your robe, your living room and your switch
I don't accept your system
I don't accept the state to be murdering my ego!
I'm not the Hellene you're used to
I'm not the Hellene you're used to
I'm not the Hellene you're used to
I have a problem for every of your solutions
 
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Stereo Nova
Suburbs
Saturday afternoon in a plaza
You wander around without giving attention
You're only thinking a random combination
from numbers for a lottery system
And a lottery ticket stuck in your backpocket
That fate brought it to remain thrown
A rythme swirls around in your brain
Like a bycicle in the middle of the street
You played and you lost but someday you'll understand
That when the world remains the same, it's you who got to change
To provoke, to laugh, holding your head high
pump up the bass, feel your body again
Look around you, no pleasure is for free
Don't be clueless, they'll take you for an *******
I'm not pretending to be smart, if you want shut me down
The only thing I want is love, peace, respect
Thousands of imbeciles, twist truth
They don't stand up for noone and they live in fairytales
Look the sun is beggining to settle
We won't get lost, a road is opening up
Hey I'm talking to you show us your best scar
And come with us because it's Saturday night
Saturday night, Saturday night
Saturday night in some club, the chaos
You look at the people who dance and the people who work
A friend is passing by says hi and leaves
There is no meaning and the rhythme raises
There's only your body and several others
Random relationships that coincide because it's Saturday night, Saturady night, Saturday night
Saturday night in a corner
You contemplate what has the bigger importance
The placement of the stars or world history
A grand love affair or a simple sex act
And there couldn't be a more crazy world
Look at the rich, the middle, the working class
They hit you and you think you're hitting yourself (=dance wildly)
turn around and hit THEM with everything that you believe
This is a reason with which you can be laughing
Or simply some lyrics which you can sing
Look at my soul, it's so hungry
Like a tiger closed in a cage
Look, life belongs to us
We won't get lost 'cause a road is opening up
Hey, I'm talking to you, show us your best scar
And come with me cause it's Saturday night.
Saturday night, Saturday night
Saturday night, the clock at the plaza
You remain a lifetime in straylife
With a dog that barks to whomever passes by
This is the nothing, and there the bus stop
Listen to time, tic toc, when it passes by how it feels like
When you dream, love falls like snow
Like a story where we're both lost
Lost in space but never apart
Wrapped both in my coat
Untill your house and there on a double matress
Power of the sky, power of love
Freedom of expression, life without classes
Look how slowly the sun rises
And that which I wanted how much it drifts away
Look at the morning dew on the leaves
Inside my eyes, sceneries uninhabitted
Give me your love to fly
Give me another world to live, to die
Give joy to those who ache
To my brothers, to those that can't find a reason to laugh
Hey I'm talking to you
Come to leave together because it's Sunday morning
Sunday morning Sunday Morning
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Wooden Swords
Xessaloniki (wild party salonica)
All the young girls now know what's right
When the dudes on the streets tell them how much I love you 'cause I'm alone come a bit closer
And they often reply: get lost you idiot!
I fade away, into the nets I'm caught
Tonight I died, they found me on the beach
Next to the waves
Here it's nice, sir!
Wild Salonica in the Vardaris everything's open
After 1 at night strolling around parararap
The time machine you know it's already been burned
They ask you a cig but you have to be careful
I fade away, into the nets I'm caught
Tonight I died, they found me on the beach
Next to the waves
Here it's nice, sir!
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SlowwHand
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of The Cooler
Sep 1999
time: 23:28
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Smokin' In The Boys Room
Brownsville Station
(Spoken)
How you doin' out there? Y'ever seem to have one of those days
where it just seems like everybody's gettin' on your case, from
your teacher all the way down to your best girlfriend? Well,
y'know, I used to have 'em just about all the time. But I found
a way to get out of 'em. Let me tell you about it!
(Sung)
Sitting in the classroom / Thinking it's a drag
Listening to the teacher rap / Just ain't my bag
The noon bells ring / You know that's my cue
I'm gonna meet the boys / On floor number two!
Smokin' in the boys' room
Smokin' in the boys' room
Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules
But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school.
A-checkin' out the halls / Makin' sure the coast is clear
Lookin' in the stalls / No, there ain't nobody here
Oh, my buddy Fang, and me and Paul
To get caught would surely be the death of us all
Smokin' in the boys' room
Smokin' in the boys' room
Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules
But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school.
All right!
Oh, put me to work / In the school book store
Check out counter / And I got bored
Teacher was lookin' / For me all around
Two hours later / You know where I was found
Smokin' in the boys' room (Yes indeed, I was)
Smokin' in the boys' room
Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules
But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school.
One mo'!
Smokin' in the boys' room
Oh, smokin' in the boys' room
Now, teacher, I am fully aware of the rules
But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school!
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SlowwHand
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of The Cooler
Sep 1999
time: 23:28
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Let The Good Times Roll
B.B. King, Bobby Bland
Hey everybody, let's have some fun
You only live for once and when you're dead you're done
So let the good times roll, let the good times roll
And live a long long
I don't care if you are young or old no no,
\get together and let the good times roll
Don't stand there moaning, talking trash
If you wanna have some fun,
You'd better go out and spend some cash
And let the good time roll
Let the good time roll
I don't care if you young or old,
Get together and let the good times roll
Don't stand there moaning, talking trash
If you wanna have some fun,
You'd better go out and spend some cash
And let the good time roll
Let the good time roll
I don't care if you young or old,
Get together and let the good times roll
Hey mister landlord, lock up all the doors
When the police comes around,
Tell them Johnny's coming down
Let the good times roll
Let the good times roll
And Lord I don't care if you young or old,
That's good enough to let the good times roll
Hey everybody!
Tell everybody !
That B.B. and Bobby's in town
I got a dollar and a quarter
And I'm just raring to clown
Don't let nobody play me cheap
I got fifty cents to know that I'm gonna keep
Let the good times roll
I don't care if you young or old
Let's get together and let the good times roll
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of The Cooler
Sep 1999
time: 23:28
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American Soldier
Toby Keith
I'm just trying to be a father
Raise a daughter and a son
Be a lover to their mother
Everything to everyone
Up and at 'em, bright and early
I'm all business in my suit
Yeah, I'm dressed up for success, from my head down to my boots
I don't do it for money, there's bills that I can't pay
I don't do it for the glory, I just do it anyway
Providing for our future's my responsibility
Yeah I'm real good under pressure, being all that I can be
And I can't call in sick on Mondays when the weekend's been too strong
I just work straight through the holidays
And sometimes all night long
You can bet that I stand ready when the wolf growls at the door
Hey, I'm solid, hey I'm steady, hey I'm true down to the core
And I will always do my duty no matter what the price
I've counted up the cost, I know the sacrifice
Oh, and I don't want to die for you
But if dyin's asked of me
I'll bear that cross with honor
'Cause freedom don't come free
I'm an American soldier, an American
Beside my brothers and my sisters I will proudly take a stand
When liberty's in jeopardy I will always do what's right
I'm out here on the front lines, sleep in peace tonight
American soldier, I'm an American soldier
Yeah, an American soldier, an American
Beside my brothers and my sisters I will proudly take a stand
When liberty's in jeopardy I will always do what's right
I'm out here on the front line, so sleep in peace tonight
American soldier, I'm an American
An American
An American soldier
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America Will Survive
Hank Williams Jr.
People think it's nearly the end of time
Cause we're together and we've drawn the line
Our flag is up, the stock markets down
But we're all united from the country to the town
We live back in the woods you see
Big city problems never bothered me
But the world has changed and so have I
And America can survive
America will survive
We can plow our fields all day long
We can catch catfish from dusk till dawn
Yea we have toughed it out a time or two
Ain't to many things these boys and girls can't do
We grow good ole tomatoes, we got hometown pride
And America can survive
America will survive.
Cause you can't scare us out and you make us run
Cause were them old boys that have freedom and fun
We say grace and we say ma'am
If they don't like that, we don't give a damn
We came from the West Virginia coal mines
The Rocky Mountains and the big city skylines
We can hit back and we're gonna' be fine
Cause this country can survive
America will survive
I had a good friend in New York City
Never called me by my name, just hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a good businessman
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway nights
I'd send him some of granddaddy Williams homemade muscadine wine
He was lost like so many in the terrible strife
we're all asking God, why oh why
A tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye
That's an old slogan we're gonna' revive
Because America can survive
America will survive
Cause you can't scare us out, and you can't make us run
we're them boys and girls with freedom and fun
We say grace and we say ma'am
If they don't like that, we give less than a damn
We're from North California and South Alabam'
And all they've done is unite this whole land
There's no more Yankees and Rebels this time
But one united people that stand behind
America can survive
America will survive
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Constantine P. Cavafy (1903)
Thermopylae
Honor to those who in their lives
have defined and guard their Thermopylae.
Never stirring from duty;
just and upright in all their deeds,
yet with pity and compassion too;
generous when they are rich, and when
they are poor, again a little generous,
again helping as much as they can;
always speaking the truth,
yet without hatred for those who lie.
And more honor is due to them
when they foresee (and many do foresee)
that Ephialtes will finally appear,
and that the Medes in the end will go through.
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Dixie
Oct 2000
time: 23:28
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No Leaf Clover
Metallica
And it feels right this time
On this crash course we’re in the big time
Pay no mind to the distant thunder
Beauty fills his head with wonder, boy....
Says it feels right this time
Turn around, found new high lights
Good day to be alive sir
Good day to be alive, he said.....
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just a freight train coming your way
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just the freight train coming your way
Don’t it feel right like this
All the pieces fall to his wish
Suck up for that quick reward boy
Suck up for that quick reward they said.....
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just a freight train coming your way
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just the freight train coming your way......
It’s coming your way
It’s coming your way......
Here comes
Yeah, then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just a freight train coming your way.... yeah...
Then it comes to be, yeah...
Then it comes to be, yeah...
Then it comes to be, yeah...
Then it comes to be, yeah...
Then it comes to be, yeah...
Then it comes to be, yeah...
Then it comes to be, yeah...
Then it comes to be, yeah
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Bleeding Me
Metallica
I’m diggin’ my way
I’m diggin’ my way to somethin’
I’m diggin’ my way to somethin’ better
I’m pushin’ to stay
I’m pushin’ to stay with something
I’m pushin’ to stay with something better
I’m sowing the seeds
I’m sowing the seeds I’ve taken
I’m sowing the seeds I take for granted
This thorn in my side
This thorn in my side is from the tree
This thorn in my side is from the tree I’ve planted
It tears me and I bleed
And I bleed
Caught under wheels roll
I take the leech
I’m bleeding me
Can’t stop to save my soul
I take the leash that’s leading me
I’m bleeding me
I can’t take it
Caught under wheels roll
Oh, the bleeding of me
Of me
The bleeding of me
Caught under wheels roll
I take the leech
I’m bleeding me
Can’t stop to save my soul
I take the leash that’s leading me
I’m bleeding me
I can’t take it
Caught under wheels roll
Oh, the bleeding of me
Oh, the bleeding of me
I am the beast that bleeds the feast
I am the blood
I am release
Come make me pure
Bleed me a cure
I’m caught, I’m caught, I’m caught under
Caught under wheels roll
I take that leech
I’m bleeding me
Can’t stop to save my soul
I take the leash that’s leading me
I’m bleeding me
I can’t take it
I can’t take it
I can’t take it
Oh, the bleeding of me
I’m diggin’ my way
I’m diggin’ my way to somethin’
I’m diggin’ my way to something better
I’m pushin’ to stay
I’m pushin’ to stay with somethin’
I’m pushin’ to stay with something better
With something better
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Marc Lavoine
Paris
Je marche dans tes rues
Qui me marchent sur les pieds
Je bois dans tes cafés
Je traîne dans tes métros
Tes trottoirs m'aiment un peu trop
Je rêve dans tes bistrots
Je m'assoie sur tes bancs
Je regarde tes monuments
Je trinque à la santé de tes amants
Je laisse couler ta seine
Sous tes ponts ta rengaine
Toujours après la peine
Je pleure dans tes taxis
Quand tu brilles sous la pluie
C'que t'es belle en pleine nuit
Je pisse dans tes caniveaux
C'est d'la faute à Hugo
Et j'picolle en argot
Je dors dans tes hôtels
J'adore ta tour Eiffel
Au moins elle, elle est fidèle
Quand j'te quitte un peu loin
Tu ressembles au chagrin
Ça m'fait un mal de chien
Paris Paris combien
Paris tout c'que tu veux
Boul'vard des bouleversés
Paris tu m'as renversé
Paris tu m'as laissé
Paris Paris combien
Paris tout c'que tu veux
Paris Paris tenu
Paris Paris perdu
Paris tu m'as laissé
Sur ton pavé
J'me réveille dans tes bras
Sur tes quais y a d'la joie
Et des loups dans tes bois
J'me glisse dans tes cinés
J'me perds dans ton quartier
Je m'y retrouverai jamais
Je nage au fil de tes gares
Et mon regard s'égare
J'vois passer des cafards sur tes bars
J'm'accroche aux réverbères
Tes pigeons manquent pas d'air
Et moi de quoi j'ai l'air
Paris Paris combien
Paris tout c'que tu veux
Boul'vard des bouleversés
Paris tu m'as renversé
Paris tu m'as laissé
Paris Paris combien
Paris tout c'que tu veux
Paris Paris tenu
Paris Paris perdu
Paris tu m'as laissé
Sur ton pavé
Je marche dans tes rues
Qui me marchent sur les pieds
Je bois dans tes cafés
Je traîne dans tes métros
Tes trottoirs m'aiment un peu trop
Je rêve dans tes bistrots
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Ensemble
Sa raison d'être
Interprété par Anggun, J.Birkin, P.Bruel, F.Cabrel, A.Chamfort, J.Clerc, D.Dalcan, M.Delpech, Elsa, Enzo Enzo, L.Fabian, Faudel, M.Fugain, JJ Goldman , F.Hardy, Johnny, P.Kaas, Kent, M.Lavoine- C.Lara, M.Leforestier, Mauranne, E.Medeiros, E.Mitchell T.Moïse, Native, P.Obispo, F.Pagny, G.de Palmas, Princess Erika, A.Red, L.Renaud -A.Renoir, C.Ringer, H.Ségara, A.Souchon, Tribal Jam, L.Voulzy, O.Winter, Zazie
Elle en a vu de toutes les couleurs (Florent Pagny)
Elle est revenue de tant de combats (Stephan Eicher)
Elle a tellement tendu son coeur (Patrick Bruel)
Là où d'autres ont baissé les bras (Native)
Elle dit qu'après certains regards (Maurane)
Les mots deviennent dérisoires (Marc Lavoine)
On fait des choses parce qu'elles s'imposent (Dominique Dalcan)
Sans se demander pourquoi (Michel Delpech?)
C'est peut-être (O Winter)
Oh peut-être (Gerald de Palmas)
Une goutte dans la mer (Teri Moise)
C'est peut-être (Gérald de Palmas)
Oui peut-être (Anggun)
Une goutte dans le désert (Tribal Jam)
Oui mais c'est sa raison d'être (Francis Cabrel)
Sa raison d'être (Elsa)
Sa raison d'être (Marc Lavoine)
Sa raison d'être (Zazie)
Oh, elle en a essuyé des yeux (Johnny)
Elle en a baissé des paupières (Patricia Kaas)
Oubliant même que le ciel est bleu (Jean-Jacques Goldman)
A tant se pencher dans la poussière (Lara Fabian)
Elle dit qu'on peut toujours trouver (Eddy Mitchell)
Des excuses pour ne pas bouger (Princess Erika)
Elle, elle préfère encore se taire (Julien Clerc)
Et faire ce qu'elle a à faire (Hélène Ségara)
C'est peut-être (Johnny)
Oh peut-être (Eddy Mitchell)
Une goutte dans la mer (Catherine Ringer)
C'est peut-être (Johnny)
Une goutte dans le désert (Native)
Oui mais c'est sa raison d'être (Johnny)
Oui sa raison d'être (Eddy Mitchell)
Oui mais c'est sa raison d'être (Pascal Obispo)
Oui sa raison d'être (Patricia Kaas)
Sa raison d'être (Stéphan Eicher)
Sa raison d'être (Zazie) Sa raison d'être (Florent Pagny)
Oh, elle a brisé des silences (Maxime Leforestier)
Poussé des cris contre des murs (Axelle Red)
Avec pour écho l'indifférence (Alain Chamfort)
Et des rancunes encore plus dures (??)
Car aujour'dhui, si l'existence ici (Jane Birkin)
Ne se limite qu'à la survie (Axelle Renoir)
Il faut savoir qu'une aile de papillon (Kent)
Peut tout changer pour de bon (Enzo Enzo)
C'est peut-être (Julien Clerc)
Oui peut-être (Françoise Hardy)
Une goutte dans la mer (Dominique Dalcan)
C'est peut-être
Oui peut-être
Une goutte dans le désert (Anggun)
Oui mais c'est sa raison d'être (Françoise Hardy Maxime Leforestier)
C'est peut-être une goutte dans le désert (Laurent Voulzy)
Oui mais c'est sa raison d'être (Pascal Obispo)
Sa raison d'être (Lara Fabian)
(Ophélie Winter..Juien Clerc ..Michel Fugain ... Etienne Daho.. Catherine Ringer
Florent Pagny .. Patrick Bruel...Maurane..Jane Birkin ...Anggun ..Faudel)
Sa raison d'être (Line Renaud)
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Bereta_Eder
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Saez
Jeune et con
Encore un jour se lève sur la planète France
Et je sors doucement de mes rêves je rentre dans la danse
Comme toujours il est huit heures du soir j'ai dormi tout le jour
Je me suis encore couché trop tard je me suis rendu sourd
Encore
Encore une soirée où la jeunesse France
Encore elle va bien s'amuser puisqu' ici rien n'a de sens
Alors on va danser faire semblant d'être heureux
Pour aller gentiment se coucher mais demain rien n'ira mieux
Puisqu'on est jeune et con
Puisqu'ils sont vieux et fous
Puisque des hommes crèvent sous les ponts
Mais ce monde s'en fout
Puisqu'on est que des pions
Contents d'être à genoux
Puisque je sais qu'un jour nous gagnerons à devenir fous
Encore un jour se lève sur la planète France
Mais j'ai depuis longtemps perdu mes rêves je connais trop la danse
Comme toujours il est huit heures du soir j'ai dormi tout le jour
Mais je sais qu'on est quelques milliards à chercher l'amour
Encore
Encore une soirée où la jeunesse France
Encore elle va bien s'amuser dans cet état d'urgence
Alors elle va danser faire semblant d'exister
Qui sait si l'on ferme les yeux on vivra vieux
Puisqu'on est jeune et con
Puisqu'ils sont vieux et fous
Puisque des hommes crèvent sous les ponts
Mais ce monde s'en fout
Puisqu'on est que des pions
Contents d'être à genoux
Puisque je sais qu'un jour nous nous aimerons
Comme des fous
Encore un jour se lève sur la planète France
Où j'ai depuis longtemps perdu mes rêves je connais trop la danse
Comme toujours il est huit heures du soir j'ai dormi tout le jour
Mais je sais qu'on est quelques milliards à chercher l'amour
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SlowwHand
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of The Cooler
Sep 1999
time: 23:28
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A Man Is A Man
You talk about crazy affairs
You talk about crazy affairs
You talk about your life as though it mattered
You talk about your life as though it mattered
You get attention 'cos you block the stairs
You get attention 'cos you block the stairs
Bragging about some bottles you have shattered
Bragging about some bottles you have shattered
Well I met a man who really lives
Well i met a man who really lives
He really does it all
He really does it all
But what really matters is the heart he gives
But what really matters is the heart he gives
He makes your talk seem small
He makes your talk seem small
When a man is a man
When a man is a man
He doesn't act to a plan
He doesn't act to a plan
He don't have to perform like John Wayne in some B feature flick
He don't have to perform like john wayne in some b feature flick
A man is a man
A man is a man
When he can offer his hand
When he can offer his hand
Not afraid of appearing insane if he can't break a brick
Not afraid of appearing insane if he can't break a brick
I know a man who's a man
I know a man who's a man
Can't you sometimes crack a smile
Can't you sometimes crack a smile
Do you think if you did we would run and tell
Do you think if you did we would run and tell
I know one day your big villian style
I know one day your big villian style
Will collapse as they turn the key in the door of your cell
Will collapse as they turn the key in the door of your cell
I know a man who was once like you
I know a man who was once like you
But he opened his heart
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Who Are You?
Who are you?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who, who, who, who?
I woke up in a Soho doorway
I woke up in a soho doorway
A policeman knew my name
A policeman knew my name
He said 'You can go sleep at home tonight
He said "you can go sleep at home tonight
If you can get up and walk away'
If you can get up and walk away"
I staggered back to the underground
I staggered back to the underground
And the breeze blew back my hair
And the breeze blew back my hair
I remember throwin' punches around
I remember throwin' punches around
And preachin' from my chair
And preachin' from my chair
chorus:
Chorus:
Well, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Well, who are you? (who are you? who, who, who, who?)
I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
I really wanna know (who are you? who, who, who, who?)
Tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Tell me, who are you? (who are you? who, who, who, who?)
'Cause I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
'cause i really wanna know (who are you? who, who, who, who?)
I took the tube back out of town
I took the tube back out of town
Back to the Rollin' Pin
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The Song Is Over
The song is over
It's all behind me
I should have known it
She tried to find me
Our love is over
They're all ahead now
I've got to learn it
I've got to sing out
Chorus:
I'll sing my song to the wide open spaces
I'll sing my heart out to the infinite sea
I'll sing my visions to the sky high mountains
I'll sing my song to the free, to the free
I'll sing my song to the wide open spaces
I'll sing my heart out to the infinite sea
I'll sing my visions to the sky high mountains
I'll sing my song to the free, to the free
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Lou Reed
Dirty Blvd.
Pedro lives out of the wilshire hotel
He looks out a window without glass
The walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet
His father beats him ’cause he’s too tired to beg
He’s got 9 brothers and sisters
They’re brought up on their knees
It’s hard to run when a coat hanger beats you on the thighs
Pedro dreams of being older and killing the old man
But that’s a slim chance he’s going to the boulevard
He’s going to end up, on the dirty boulevard
He’s going out, to the dirty boulevard
He’s going down, to the dirty boulevard
This room cost 2,000 dollars a month
You can believe it man it’s true
Somewhere a landlord’s laughing till he wets his pants
No one here dreams of being a doctor or a lawyer or anything
They dream of dealing on the dirty boulevard
Give me your hungry, your tired your poor I’ll piss on ’em
That’s what the statue of bigotry says
Your poor huddled masses, let’s club ’em to death
And get it over with and just dump ’em on the boulevard
Get to end up, on the dirty boulevard
Going out, to the dirty boulevard
He’s going down, on the dirty boulevard
Going out
Outside it’s a bright night
There’s an opera at lincoln center
Movie stars arrive by limousine
The klieg lights shoot up over the skyline of manhattan
But the lights are out on the mean streets
A small kid stands by the lincoln tunnel
He’s selling plastic roses for a buck
The traffic’s backed up to 39th street
The tv whores are calling the cops out for a suck
And back at the wilshire, pedro sits there dreaming
He’s found a book on magic in a garbage can
He looks at the pictures and stares at the cracked ceiling
"at the count of 3" he says, "i hope I can disappear"
And fly fly away, from this dirty boulevard
I want to fly, from dirty boulevard
I want to fly, from dirty boulevard
I want to fly-fly-fly-fly, from dirty boulevard
I want to fly away
I want to fly
Fly, fly away
I want to fly
Fly-fly away (fly a-)
Fly-fly-fly (-way, ooohhh...)
Fly-fly away (I want to fly-fly away)
Fly away (I want to fly, wow-woh, no, fly away)
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Bereta_Eder
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Keep On Rockin' In The Free World
Neil Young
There's colors on the street
Red, white and blue
People shufflin' their feet
People sleepin' in their shoes
But there's a warnin' sign
on the road ahead
There's a lot of people sayin'
we'd be better off dead
Don't feel like Satan,
but I am to them
So I try to forget it,
any way I can.
Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world.
I see a woman in the night
With a baby in her hand
Under an old street light
Near a garbage can
Now she puts the kid away,
and she's gone to get a hit
She hates her life,
and what she's done to it
There's one more kid
that will never go to school
Never get to fall in love,
never get to be cool.
Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world.
We got a thousand points of light
For the homeless man
We got a kinder, gentler,
Machine gun hand
We got department stores
and toilet paper
Got styrofoam boxes
for the ozone layer
Got a man of the people,
says keep hope alive
Got fuel to burn,
got roads to drive.
Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world.
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