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  • one more day, mushroomhead.

    Cancelled compasion
    This our ignorance
    Smile everlasting
    Much less eminenet
    Daytime is everything
    One more day to regret
    One more day to regret

    In my eyes i see
    Free deleverance
    Love everlasting
    Such is punishment
    You take me higher
    Than the lowest place yet

    One more day to regret
    (one more day)
    One more day to regret
    (one more day to regret)
    One more day to regret
    (one more day,one more day)
    You take me higher (one more day to regret)
    Than the lowest place
    You take me higher
    Than the lowest place
    (both) you take me higher
    Than the lowest place yet
    (than the lowest place yet)

    (than the lowest place yet)

    Cancelled compasion
    This our ignorance
    Smile everlasting
    Much less eminenet
    Daytime is everything
    One more day to regret

    One more day to regret
    (one more day)
    One more day to regret (one more day)
    (one more day to regret)
    One more day to regret
    (one more day,one more day)
    You take me higher (one more day to regret)
    Than the lowest place
    You take me higher (one more day)
    Than the lowest place (one more day)
    You take me higher (one more day to regret)
    Than the lowest place yet (one more day to regret)
    (one more day)
    One more day to regret
    (one more day to regret)
    One more day to regret
    I wasn't born with enough middle fingers.
    [Brandon Roderick? You mean Brock's Toadie?][Hanged from Yggdrasil]

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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!
      Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
      "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
      He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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      • nowhere to go, mushroomhead.

        Mornings gone
        Echoes of dawn
        Shaking my soul
        All but done
        Delirious
        The rain with the cold

        With nowhere to go
        (life destroyed Half this body Figure head To end life Have i survived)

        Nowhere to go
        (we've been brought here for a reason Be it fate words and all treason Things will be saved Only a days waged As be plead for something to believe in)

        Bringing doubt
        Full of without
        Of something to hold
        I errode
        Faith like alone
        Shrink inside as i departe the throne
        (life destroyed Half this body Figure head To end life Have i survived)

        With nowhere to go
        (life destroyed Half this body Figure head To end life Have i survived)

        One by one til we are all alone
        (have i survived)

        Nowhere to go
        (life destroyed half this body Figure head To end life Have i Survived Breath cant i can feel the knife Widen on this grip Confession of a fallen king Ill do almost anything Not to be alive today)

        If i could end this way of greed
        Its came through a scream
        And feel like i have won some way
        Wade thru this dark decay
        Welcome an early grave
        And put my heart away
        To start another game
        Its getting old
        With nowhere to go
        (hollow hate To not to breath Sink inisde To my displease Pain indide Desides my fate Delirium in this painted face)

        All alone
        More than you'll know
        One by one til we are all alone
        (life destroyed Half this body Figure head To end life Have i survived)

        With nowhere to go
        (life destroyed Half this body Figure head To end life Have i survived)

        Shrink inside as i depart the throne
        (have i survived?)

        Nowhere to go
        (life destroyed this body Have i survived)

        One by one til we are all alone
        With nowhere to go
        Theres nothing left to prove
        What do we have to prove?

        Theres nothing left to lose (good bye)
        No where to go (goodbye)
        I wasn't born with enough middle fingers.
        [Brandon Roderick? You mean Brock's Toadie?][Hanged from Yggdrasil]

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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
          Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
          "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
          He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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          • Taking Back Sunday
            You Know How I Do

            So sick (so sick) of being tired, and oh-so-tired of being sick
            We're both such magnificent liars, so crush me baby, I'm all ears
            So obviously desperate... so desperately obvious
            I'll give in one more time and feed you stupid lines all about "cleaning up my act..."

            We won't stand for hazy eyes anymore...
            We won't stand for hazy eyes anymore...
            We won't stand for hazy eyes anymore...
            We won't stand for hazy eyes anymore...

            So sick (so sick) of being tired, and oh-so-tired of being sick
            Willing and waiting to prove the worst of everything you say about me
            So obviously desperate... so desperately obvious
            So good at setting bad examples, but you see I've had all I can handle

            We won't stand for hazy eyes anymore...
            We won't stand for hazy eyes anymore...
            We won't stand for hazy eyes anymore...
            We won't stand for hazy eyes anymore...

            Think of all the fun you had... the finest line divides a night well spent from a waste of time... think of all the dayss you spent alone with just your T.V. set and... I can barely smile...

            He's smoked out in the back of the van, says he's held up with holding on and on and on and on and on...

            He's smoked out in the back of the van, says he's held up with holding on and on and on and on and on...
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            • Two For Tuesday; For Veteran's Day

              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

              ---------------------------------------------------------
              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
              Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
              "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
              He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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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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                • Why Can't We Be Friends?
                  War




                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends

                  I seen ya around for a long long time
                  I really remember you when you drank my wine

                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends

                  I'd seen ya walkin' down in Chinatown
                  I called ya but you could not look around

                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends

                  I pay my money to the welfare line
                  I see ya standing in it every time

                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends

                  The color of your skin don't matter to me
                  As long as we can live in harmony

                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends

                  I'd kinda' like to be the president
                  So I could show you how your money's spent

                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends

                  Sometimes I don't speak right
                  But yet I know what I'm talking about

                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends

                  I know you're working for the CIA
                  They wouldn't have you in the mafia

                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends

                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends

                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends

                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends
                  Why can't we be friends
                  (fade)
                  Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                  "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                  He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                  • A Freight Train Is Comming My Way

                    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

                    --------------------------------------------
                    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
                    Which side are we on? We're on the side of the demons, Chief. We are evil men in the gardens of paradise, sent by the forces of death to spread devastation and destruction wherever we go. I'm surprised you didn't know that. --Saul Tigh

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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

                      Comment


                      • 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)

                        Comment


                        • 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 **** 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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                          • Triple Shot Thursday; The Who

                            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

                            -----------------------------------------------------------

                            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
                            Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                            "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                            He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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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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                              • 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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