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  • The Lhasa Road (No Surrender)--Ice Age 8:39

    One by one, the answers come rung by rung toward the sun
    Fire on the mountaintop and blood in the snow,
    Chased from his ancient home, the white crane has flown
    They've come for your livestock and they've come for your land
    They've come to chop your forests with the labor of your hands

    A land in isolation on the roof of the world,
    a pawn in the greater game
    Wrenched into the modern age by the bullet and the blade
    New roads and new factories, such progress you have made
    Line by line the poets rhyme, in a quiet mind the light will shine

    There's no surrender in my heart
    There's no surrender in my song
    There's no surrender in my faith
    There's no surrender

    Flowers on the Lhasa Road
    Flowers on the Lhasa Road
    Flowers on the Lhasa Road
    Flowers on the Lhasa Road

    They've taken all your wise men,
    they have made you kill your own
    They came to liberate you from your families and your homes
    They've forbidden your religion, they have levelled your shrines
    Through re-education they have cleansed your brainwashed minds

    We most favored nations, we partners in crime,
    to the mighty go the spoils
    and so it always has been, and so ever shall it be
    Another culture conquered in the name of liberty
    Brutal are the means of oppression,
    power grows from the mouth of a gun
    The flower bows its head in the darkness
    Bathed in the light of compassion, the dawn will come

    Say a prayer for the dead and the tortured
    raise your voice for the raped and the wronged
    The spirit lives though the flesh may be broken
    there is no surrender when all you believe lives on

    There's no surrender in my heart
    There's no surrender in my song
    There's no surrender in my faith
    There's no surrender

    Flowers on the Lhasa Road
    Flowers on the Lhasa Road
    Flowers on the Lhasa Road
    Flowers on the Lhasa Road

    We'll grow Flowers on the Lhasa Road...

    Toll the bell, beat the drum so the people will know
    Your prison walls cannot kill the light,
    through the cracks the flowers will grow

    There's no surrender
    There's no surrender
    There's no surrender
    THERE'S NO SURRENDER!

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    • WISH YOU WERE HERE - PINK FLOYD

      So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell
      Blue skies from pain
      Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
      A smile from a veil?
      Do you think you can tell?

      And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
      Hot ashes for trees?
      Hot air for a cool breeze?
      Cold comfort for change?
      And did you exchange a walk on part in the war
      for a lead role in a cage?

      How I wish, how I wish you were here
      We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
      year after year
      Running over the same old ground
      What have we found?
      The same old fears
      Wish you were here

      OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY - LED ZEPPELIN

      Hey lady you got the love I need.
      Maybe more than enough.
      Darling walk a while with me.
      YouÚFFFF92ve got so much.

      Many times I loved,
      Many times been bitten.
      Many times I've gazed,
      Along the open road.

      Many times I've lied,
      Many times I've listened.
      Many times I've wondered,
      How much there is to know.

      Many dreams come true,
      And some have silver linings.
      I live for my dream,
      And a pocketful of gold.

      Mellow is the man,
      Who knows what he's been missing.
      Many many men,
      Can't see the open road.

      Many is a word,
      That only leaves you guessing.
      Guessing about a thing,
      You really ought to know.



      I AM THE WALRUS - THE BEATLES

      I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together
      See how they run like pigs from a gun see how they fly
      I'm crying

      Sitting on a cornflake waiting for the van to come
      Corporation teeshirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
      Man you been a naughty boy
      You let your face grow long
      I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
      I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob

      Mister City Policeman sitting
      Pretty little policemen in a row
      See how they fly like Lucy in the sky, see how they run
      I'm crying, I'm crying
      I'm crying, I'm crying

      Yellow matter custard dripping from a dead dog's eye
      Crabalocker fishwife pornographic priestess
      Boy you been a naughty girl
      You let your knickers down
      I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
      I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob

      Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun
      If the sun don't come, you get a tan from
      Standing in the English rain
      I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
      I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob goo goo goo goo joob

      Expert textpert choking smokers don't you thing
      The joker laughs at you? Ha ha ha!
      See how they smile, like pigs in a sty
      See how they snied
      I'm crying

      Semolina pilchard climbing up the Eiffel Tower
      Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna man
      You should have seen them kicking Edgar Alan Poe
      I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
      I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob goo goo goo joob
      Goo goo gooooooooooo jooooob



      CALLE MELANCOLIA - JOAQUIN SABINA

      Como quien viaja a lomos de una yegua sombría,
      por la ciudad camino, no preguntes adónde.
      Busco acaso un encuentro que me ilumine el día,
      y no hallo más que puertas que niegan lo que esconden. Las

      chimeneas vierten su vómito de humo
      a un cielo cada vez más lejano y más alto.
      Por las paredes ocres se desparrama el zumo
      de una fruta de sangre crecida en el asfalto. Ya

      el campo estará verde, debe ser Primavera,
      cruza por mi mirada un tren interminable,
      el barrio donde habito no es ninguna pradera,
      desolado paisaje de antenas y de cables. Vivo

      en el número siete, calle Melancolía.
      Quiero mudarme hace años al barrio de la alegría.
      Pero siempre que lo intento ha salido ya el tranvía
      y en la escalera me siento a silbar mi melodía.

      Como quien viaja a bordo de un barco enloquecido,
      que viene de la noche y va a ninguna parte,
      así mis pies descienden la cuesta del olvido,
      fatigados de tanto andar sin encontrarte. Luego,

      de vuelta a casa, enciendo un cigarrillo,
      ordeno mis papeles, resuelvo un crucigrama;
      me enfado con las sombras que pueblan los pasillos
      y me abrazo a la ausencia que dejas en mi cama. Trepo

      por tu recuerdo como una enredadera
      que no encuentra ventanas donde agarrarse, soy
      esa absurda epidemia que sufren las aceras,
      si quieres encontrarme, ya sabes dónde estoy. Vivo

      en el número siete, calle Melancolía.
      Quiero mudarme hace años al barrio de la alegría.
      Pero siempre que lo intento ha salido ya el tranvía
      y en la escalera me siento a silbar mi melodía.
      Si no hubiéramos sido lo que fuimos ahora no seríamos lo que somos... «Boys are back in town...»
      CIVILIZATION - PROGRESSIVE GAMES WEB
      SHOTS OF ROME , LISBON , GRANADA , SALAMANCA , SANTIAGO , SEGOVIA , ARANJUEZ , MADRID , MANZANARES EL REAL

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      • Iron Man
        Black Sabbath


        Has he lost his mind?
        Can he see or is he blind?
        Can he walk at all,
        Or if he moves will he fall?
        Is he alive or dead?
        Has he thoughts within his head?
        We'll just pass him there
        why should we even care?

        He was turned to steel
        in the great magnetic field
        Where he travelled time
        for the future of mankind

        Nobody wants him
        He just stares at the world
        Planning his vengeance
        that he will soon unfold

        Now the time is here
        for Iron Man to spread fear
        Vengeance from the grave
        Kills the people he once saved

        Nobody wants him
        They just turn their heads
        Nobody helps him
        Now he has his revenge

        Heavy boots of lead
        fills his victims full of dread
        Running as fast as they can
        Iron Man lives again!
        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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        • All Along The Watch Tower
          Jimi Hendrix



          "There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
          "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
          Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
          None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."

          "No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,
          "There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
          But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
          So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."

          All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
          While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

          Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
          Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl
          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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          • Humdrum and Humble by Tears for fears

            Mistress of the mind
            Take me where the air is clean
            Ignorance is kind
            Emerald and evergreen

            30 days September, year of miracle and grief
            Through the haze, Remember
            You're an animal, not a mineral

            And we won the war, lost the battle
            Lost the war, won the battle
            Won the war, lost the battle
            Lost the war
            All for the love of the humdrum and humble
            Colour for the colourblind
            All for the love of the humdrum and humble

            Through the human eye
            Nature a soul extreme
            Nothing seems to die
            Pictures in a magazine

            Through the maze, precisely
            Through the myriad of schemes
            With your gaze, entice me
            Like an animal, not a mineral

            And we won the war, lost the battle
            Lost the war, won the battle
            Won the war, lost the battle
            Lost the war
            All for the love of the humdrum and humble
            Colour for the colourblind
            All for the love of the humdrum and humble

            Through the maze, precisely
            Through the myriad of schemes
            With your gaze, entice me
            Like an animal, not a mineral

            And we won the war, lost the battle
            Lost the war, won the battle
            Won the war, lost the battle
            Lost the war
            All for the love of the humdrum and humble
            Colour for the colourblind
            All for the love of the humdrum and humble
            Rubishing the phillistines
            All for the love of the humdrum and humble

            Cthulhu Dawn by Cradle of Filth

            Spatter the stars
            Douse their luminosity
            With our amniotic retch
            Promulgating the birth
            Of another Hell on Earth
            Shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh
            A necrotic cattle brand
            The hissing downfall pentagram
            Carven deep upon the church doors of the damned
            But no Passover is planned
            A great renewal growls at hand
            And only when they're running
            Will they come to understand...

            So ends the pitiful reign of Man

            When the moon exhales
            Behind a veil
            Of widowhood and clouds
            On a Biblical scale
            We raise the stakes
            To silhouette the impaled
            Crowds...

            Within this kissed disembowel arena
            A broken seal on an ancient curse
            Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach
            With lightning reach and genocidal thirst
            Mountains of archaos theories
            In collision as at planetary dawn
            Apocalypse's razorbacks
            Beat wings on glass as thunder cracks
            Unfurled across a world hurled to the black

            Cthulhu dawn

            Shatter the glass house
            Wherein spirits breathe out
            Halitosis of the soul
            From a recking abscess
            Plague of far righteousness
            All fates hang in the balance
            Mocking crucified dolls
            An inquisition outs
            When the Sun goes out our powers
            Will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel
            As they have for countless lustrum
            In dark Midian accustoned
            To burning effigies of our enemies well

            So begins the sibilant world Death knell...

            When a corpse wind howls
            And awakes from drowse
            The scheming dead freed
            Of gossamer shrouds
            We gorgonise eyes
            Of the storm aroused
            Red...

            Blinding time
            All lines dine on this instance
            A melting spool of beggar, negative frames
            The skies teem alive, to watch die
            Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves...

            Cthulhu dawn
            "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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            • For you Sprayber.

              Lonestar - I'm Already There

              He called her on the road
              From a lonely cold hotel room
              Just to hear her say I love you one more time
              But when he heard the sound
              Of the kids laughing in the background
              He had to wipe away a tear from his eye
              A little voice came on the phone
              Said "Daddy when you coming home"
              He said the first thing that came to his mind.

              I'm already there
              Take a look around
              I'm the sunshine in your hair
              I'm the shadow on the ground
              I'm the whisper in the wind
              I'm your imaginary friend
              And I know I'm in your prayers
              Oh I'm already there.

              She got back on the phone
              Said I really miss you darling
              Don't worry about the kids they'll be alright
              Wish I was in your arms
              Lying right there beside you
              But I know that I'll be in your dreams tonight
              And I'll gently kiss your lips
              Touch you with my fingertips
              So turn out the light and close your eyes.

              I'm already there
              Don't make a sound
              I'm the beat in your heart
              I'm the moonlight shining down
              I'm the whisper in the wind
              And I'll be there until the end
              Can you feel the love that we share
              Oh I'm already there.

              We may be a thousand miles apart
              But I'll be with you wherever you are

              I'm already there
              Take a look around
              I'm the sunshine in your hair
              I'm the shadow on the ground
              I'm the whisper in the wind
              And I'll be there until the end
              Can you feel the love that we share
              Oh I'm already there
              Oh I'm already there...
              "You're the biggest user of hindsight that I've ever known. Your favorite team, in any sport, is the one that just won. If you were a woman, you'd likely be a slut." - Slowwhand, to Imran

              Eschewing silly games since December 4, 2005

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              • Iona - Wave After Wave

                Wave after wave rolls on
                And the water falls and the line is drawn
                Wave after wave rolls in
                And the line is gone where my feet have been

                Hills that I know are there
                Hidden from my view by the misty air
                Light shining through the gray
                Turns the water deep shades of lilac blue

                Music in every sound
                Light beyond each cloud, hope in every dream
                Songs like a healing breeze
                Every breath inhale and the goodness feel

                I witness the power, great mystery telling
                In every moment with every swelling wave
                I feel the depth of your love and devotion
                My heart like the bird that dives into this ocean blue

                Lanes that have brought me here
                Framed in season flowers, lined in summer green
                Music in every sound
                Light beyond each cloud, hope in every dream

                Songs like a healing breeze
                Every breath inhale and the goodness feel
                Rise from the bird above
                From the flower below in a song of love

                Light shining through the gray
                Turns the water deep shades of lilac blue
                Music in every sound
                Light beyond each cloud, hope in every dream

                Songs like a healing breeze
                Every breath inhale and the goodness feel
                Rise from the bird above
                From the flower below in a song of love

                Music in every sound
                Light beyond each cloud, hope in every dream
                "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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                • Boom Boom, Out Go The Lights
                  Little Walter



                  No kiddin'
                  I'm ready to fight
                  I've been lookin' for my baby all night
                  If I get her in my sight
                  Boom boom! out go the lights

                  I thought I treat my baby fair
                  Now she's kiddin' all in my hair
                  If I get her in my sight
                  Boom boom! out go the lights

                  - solo -

                  No kiddin'
                  I'm ready to go
                  When I find her boy don't you know
                  If I get her in my sight
                  Boom boom! out go the lights

                  I never been so mad before
                  When I found out she ain't mine no more
                  If I get her in my sight
                  Boom boom! out go the lights
                  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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                  • ...And the Horns Called for War (Ancient Rites)

                    And the horns called for war!!!

                    The Franks strike on
                    Their hearts are good and stout
                    Moors are slain
                    A thousandfold, in crowds

                    Left of five score are not two thousand now
                    No man on earth has more nor better found
                    In chronicles of Franks is written down,
                    What vassalage he had, our Emperor (Charlemagne)

                    And the horns... called for war!

                    Marvellous in the battle now and grand
                    The Franks here strike,
                    Their good brown spears in hand
                    Then had you seen such sorrowing of clans
                    So many a slain
                    Shattered and bleeding man!
                    Biting the earth or piled here on their backs!
                    The Saracens cannot withstand the attack!

                    And the horns... called for war
                    And the horns... called for war!!!!!!!!

                    No house stood there but straight
                    Its walls must crack
                    In full mid-day
                    The darkness was so grand
                    And no light was in the land

                    And many said "We in the judgement stand,
                    The end of time is presently at hand"
                    They spoke no truth
                    They did not understand
                    'Twas the great day
                    Of mourning for Bollant

                    And the horns... called for war
                    And the horns... called for war!!!!!!!

                    Marvellous in the battle now and grand
                    The Franks here strike
                    Their good brown spears in hand
                    Then had you seen such sorrowing of clans
                    So many a slain,
                    Shattered and bleeding man!
                    Biting the earth or piled here on their backs
                    The Saracens cannot withstand the attack

                    And the horns... called for war!!!
                    In een hoerekotje aan den overkant emmekik mijn bloem verloren,
                    In een hoerekotje aan den overkant bennekik mijn bloemeke kwijt

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                    • Welcome back to the world, P.O.W.'s .

                      Lovely To See You
                      Moody Blues



                      Wonderful day for passing my way.
                      Knock on my door, even the score
                      With your eyes.
                      Lovely to see you again my friend.
                      Walk along with me to the next bend.

                      Dark cloud of fear is blowing away
                      Now that you're here, you're going to stay,
                      'cause it's

                      Lovely to see you again my friend.
                      Walk along with me to the next bend.

                      Tell us what you've seen in faraway forgotten lands
                      Where empires have turned back to sand.

                      Wonderful day for passing my way.
                      Knock on my door, even the score
                      With your eyes.

                      Lovely to see you again my friend.
                      Walk along with me to the next bend.
                      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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                      • Nas - I Can

                        [Kids]
                        I know I can (I know I can)
                        Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be)
                        If I work hard at it (If I work hard it)
                        I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)

                        [Nas]
                        Be, B-Boys and girls, listen up
                        You can be anything in the world, in God we trust
                        An architect, doctor, maybe an actress
                        But nothing comes easy it takes much practice
                        Like, I met a woman who's becoming a star
                        She was very beautiful, leaving people in awe
                        Singing songs, Lina Horn, but the younger version
                        Hung with the wrong person
                        Gotta astrung when I heard when
                        Cocaine, sniffing up drugs, all in her nose
                        Coulda died, so young, no looks ugly and old
                        No fun cause when she reaches for hugs people hold they breath
                        Cause she smells of corrosion and death
                        Watch the company you keep and the crowd you bring
                        Cause they came to do drugs and you came to sing
                        So if you gonna be the best, I'ma tell you how

                        [Chorus - 2x (Nas and Kids)]
                        I know I can (I know I can)
                        Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be)
                        If I work hard at it (If I work hard it)
                        I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)

                        [Nas]
                        Be, B-Boys and girls, listen again
                        This is for grown looking girls who's only ten
                        The ones who watch videos and do what they see
                        As cute as can be, up in the club with fake ID
                        Careful, 'fore you meet a man with HIV
                        You can host the TV like Oprah Winfrey
                        Whatever you decide, be careful, some men be
                        Rapists, so act your age, don't pretend to be
                        Older than you are, give yourself time to grow
                        You thinking he can give you wealth, but so
                        Young boys, you can use a lot of help, you know
                        You thinkin life's all about smokin weed and ice
                        You don't wanna be my age and can't read and right
                        Begging different women for a place to sleep at night
                        Smart boys turn to men and do whatever they wish
                        If you believe you can achieve, then say it like this

                        [Chorus]

                        Save the music y'all, save the music y'all
                        Save the music y'all, save the music y'all
                        Save the music

                        [Nas]
                        Be, be, 'fore we came to this country
                        We were kings and queens, never porch monkeys
                        It was empires in Africa called Kush
                        Timbuktu, where every race came to get books
                        To learn from black teachers who taught Greeks and Romans
                        Asian Arabs and gave them gold when
                        Gold was converted to money it all changed
                        Money then became empowerment for Europeans
                        The Persian military invaded
                        They learned about the gold, the teachings and everything sacred
                        Africa was almost robbed naked
                        Slavery was money, so they began making slave ships
                        Egypt was the place that Alexander the Great went
                        He was so shocked at the mountains with black faces
                        Shot up they nose to impose what basically
                        Still goes on today, you see?
                        If the truth is told, the youth can grow
                        They learn to survive until they gain control
                        Nobody says you have to be gangstas, hoes
                        Read more learn more, change the globe
                        Ghetto children, do your thing
                        Hold your head up, little man, you're a king
                        young princess when you get your wedding ring,
                        Your man is saying 'She's my queen'
                        [Chorus]
                        "You're the biggest user of hindsight that I've ever known. Your favorite team, in any sport, is the one that just won. If you were a woman, you'd likely be a slut." - Slowwhand, to Imran

                        Eschewing silly games since December 4, 2005

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                        • White Man in Hammersmith Palais
                          The Clash

                          Midnight to six man
                          For the first time from Jamaica
                          Dillinger and Leroy Smart
                          Delroy Wilson, your cool operator

                          Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae
                          With backing bands sound systems
                          And if they've got anything to say
                          There's many black ears here to listen

                          But it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage right
                          Charging from the bass knives to the treble
                          But onstage they ain't got no roots rock rebel
                          Onstage they ain't got no...roots rock rebel

                          Dress back jump back this is a bluebeat attack
                          'Cos it won't get you anywhere
                          Fooling with your guns
                          The British Army is waiting out there
                          An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons

                          White youth, black youth
                          Better find another solution
                          Why not phone up Robin Hood
                          And ask him for some wealth distribution

                          Punk rockers in the UK
                          They won't notice anyway
                          They're all too busy fighting
                          For a good place under the lighting

                          The new groups are not concerned
                          With what there is to be learned
                          They got Burton suits, ha you think it's funny
                          Turning rebellion into money

                          All over people changing their votes
                          Along with their overcoats
                          If Adolf Hitler flew in today
                          They'd send a limousine anyway

                          I'm the all night drug-prowling wolf
                          Who looks so sick in the sun
                          I'm the white man in the Palais
                          Just lookin' for fun

                          I'm only
                          Looking for fun
                          "Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before. He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way. "
                          -Bokonon

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                          • We've Got A Bigger Problem Now
                            Dead Kennedys

                            Last call for alcohol.
                            Last call for your freedom of speech.
                            Drink up. Happy hour is now enforced by law.
                            Don't forget our house special, it's called a Trickie Dickie Screwdriver.
                            It's got one part Jack Daniels, two parts purple Kool-Aid,
                            and a jigger of formaldehyde
                            from the jar with Hitler's brain in it we got in the back storeroom.
                            Happy trails to you. Happy trails to you.

                            I am Emperor Ronald Reagan
                            Born again with fascist cravings
                            Still, you made me president

                            Human rights will soon go 'way
                            I am now your Shah today
                            Now I command all of you
                            Now you're going to pray in school
                            I'll make sure they're Christian too

                            California Uber alles
                            Uber alles California

                            Ku Klux Klan will control you
                            Still you think it's natural
                            ****** knockin' for the master race
                            Still you wear the happy face

                            You closed your eyes, can't happen here
                            Alexander Haig is near
                            Vietnam won't come back you say
                            Join the army or you will pay

                            California Uber alles
                            Uber alles California

                            Yeah, that's it. Just relax.
                            Have another drink, few more pretzels, little more MSG.
                            Turn on those Dallas Cowboys on your TV.
                            Lock your doors. Close your mind.
                            It's time for the two-minute warning.

                            Welcome to 1984
                            Are you ready for the third world war?!?
                            You too will meet the secret police
                            They'll draft you and they'll jail your niece

                            You'll go quitely to boot camp
                            They'll shoot you dead, make you a man
                            Don't you worry, it's for a cause
                            Feeding global corporations' claws

                            Die on our brand new poison gas
                            El Salvador or Afghanistan
                            Making money for President Reagan
                            And all the friends of President Reagan

                            California Uber alles
                            Uber alles California
                            "Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before. He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way. "
                            -Bokonon

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                            • Subvert City
                              Subhumans

                              And it all went quiet in the city
                              And the wind blew down the road
                              Someone cried out "Subvert"
                              And the people all went cold
                              Subvert, subvert, subvert, SUBVERT

                              And it all went quiet in the city
                              And the wind blew down the road
                              Someone cried out "Subvert"
                              And the people all went cold
                              Subvert, subvert, subvert, SUBVERT

                              Meanwhile back in Subvert City
                              Someone's writing on the wall
                              '**** the government' spray-paint hero
                              Someone wants the state to fall
                              Religious dogma crucified
                              Ritual slaughter, no one lied
                              Living standards were dying morals
                              A state-controlled mass suicide

                              And it all went quiet in the city
                              And the wind blew down the road
                              Someone cried out "Subvert"
                              And the people all went cold
                              Subvert, subvert, subvert, SUBVERT

                              The dying breed of Subvert City
                              Crept into the underground
                              The state police just left them there
                              Blocked the holes, and gassed them down
                              Ten years later they emerged
                              Mutated minds so full of hate
                              Tried again to change the system
                              But this time round it was too late
                              There was no system left to change
                              The people ran the entire land
                              The subverts became politicians
                              And finally got the upper hand

                              Meanwhile back in Subvert City
                              Someone's writing on the wall
                              '**** the government' spray-paint hero
                              But in Subvert City, it's subvert rule
                              Subvert, subvert, subvert rule
                              Subvert, subvert, subvert rule
                              Subvert, subvert, subvert rule
                              Subvert, subvert, subvert rule
                              Subvert, subvert, subvert rule
                              Subvert, subvert, subvert rule
                              Subvert, subvert, subvert, subvert
                              Subvert, subvert, subvert, SUBVERT
                              "Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before. He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way. "
                              -Bokonon

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                              • Police - Every Breath You Take

                                Every breath you take
                                Every move you make
                                Every bond you break
                                Every step you take
                                I'll be watchin' you

                                Every single day and every word you say
                                Every game you play, every night you stay
                                I'll be watchin' you

                                Oh, can't you see
                                You belong to me
                                How my poor heart aches
                                With every step you take

                                Every move you make and every vow you break
                                Every smile you fake, every claim you stake
                                I'll be watchin' you

                                Since you've gone I been lost without a trace
                                I dream at night, I can only see your face
                                I look around but it's you I can't replace
                                I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
                                I keep cryin', baby, baby, please

                                Oh, can't you see
                                You belong to me
                                How my poor heart aches
                                With every step you take

                                Every move you make and every vow you break
                                Every smile you fake, every claim you stake
                                I'll be watchin' you
                                Every move you make, every step you take
                                I'll be watchin' you

                                I'll be watchin' you
                                (every breath you take, every move you make,
                                every bond you break, every step you take)
                                I'll be watchin' you
                                (every single day, every word you say,
                                every game you play, every night you stay)
                                I'll be watchin' you
                                (every move you make, every vow you break,
                                every smile you fake, every claim you stake)
                                I'll be watchin' you
                                (every single day, every word you say,
                                every game you play, every night you stay)
                                I'll be watchin' you
                                "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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