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  • Strange Magic
    Electric Light Orchestra



    You're sailing softly through the sun
    In a broken stone-age dawn you fly, so high, I get a

    CHORUS:
    Strange magic, oh what a strange magic,
    Oh it's a strange magic, got a strange magic,
    Got a strange magic.

    You're walking meadows in my mind,
    Making waves across my time, oh no, oh no, I get a

    CHORUS : Repeat

    Oh I'm never gonna be the same again,
    Now I've seen the way it's got to end,
    Sweet dream, sweet dream.

    CHORUS : Repeat
    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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    • This is some freaky stuff

      Lord Of All Fevers And Plague
      by Morbid Angel

      Ninnghizhidda - open my eyes
      Ninnghizhidda - hear my cries
      Plumed serpent of the deep
      Plumed serpent of the gate
      I command - come before me
      I command - bring the key
      Rise from the depths
      See the fire in my wand

      Ia iak sakkakh iak sakkakth
      Ia shaxul

      I call forth the god Pazuzu
      I call forth the lord of plague
      I am of the lost
      Creatures of spawn of hate
      Rejoice in the heaving earth
      Praise the ripping sky
      Rise spread disease
      Consume their puny souls

      Ia iak sakkakh ia sakkakth
      Ia shaxul
      Ia kingu ia cthulu ia azbul
      Ia azabua

      Ride the wings of death . . .
      Originally posted by Serb:Please, remind me, how exactly and when exactly, Russia bullied its neighbors?
      Originally posted by Ted Striker:Go Serb !
      Originally posted by Pekka:If it was possible to capture the essentials of Sepultura in a dildo, I'd attach it to a bicycle and ride it up your azzes.

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      • hey sloww...can we call yer bro fasthand? (joke)

        this song has the most beautiful guitar part at the very end.....

        Floods by Pantera

        A dead issue, don't wrestle with it, deaf ears are sleeping
        A guilty bliss, so inviting (let me in), nailed to the cross

        I feel you, relate to you, accuse you
        Wash away us all, take us with the floods

        Then throughout the night, they were raped and executed
        Cold hearted world

        Your language unheard of, the vast sound of tuning out,
        The rash of negativity is seen one sidedly,
        burn away the day

        The nervous, the drifting, the heaving
        Wash away us all, take us with the floods

        Then throughout the day mankind played with grenades
        Cold hearted world

        And at night they might bait the pentagram
        Extinguishing the sun
        Wash away man, take him with the floods
        "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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        • Call my brother Meathead. I'm sure he'll answer.

          TELL LAURA I LOVE HER
          Ray Peterson


          Laura and Tommy were lovers
          He wanted to give her everything
          Flowers, presents and most of all, a wedding ring
          He saw a sign for a stock car race
          A thousand dollar prize it read
          He couldn't get Laura on the phone
          So to her mother Tommy said

          Tell Laura I love her, tell Laura I need her
          Tell Laura I may be late
          I've something to do, that cannot wait

          He drove his car to the racing grounds
          He was the youngest driver there
          The crowed roared as they started the race
          'Round the track they drove at a deadly pace
          No one knows what happened that day
          How his car overturned in flames
          But as they pulled him from the twisted wreck
          With his dying breath, they heard him say

          Tell Laura I love her, tell Laura I need her
          Tell Laura not to cry
          My love for her will never die

          And in the chapel where Laura prays
          For Tommy who passed away
          It was just for Laura he lived and died
          Alone in the chapel she can hear him cry

          Tell Laura I love her, tell Laura I need her
          Tell Laura not to cry
          My love for her will never die
          Tell Laura I love her.....
          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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          • Paradise by the dashboard light (Meatloaf)

            I. Paradise

            Boy:
            I remember every little thing
            As if it happened only yesterday
            Parking by the lake
            And there was not another car in sight
            And I never had a girl
            Looking any better than you did
            And all the kids at school
            They were wishing they were me that night

            And now our bodies are oh so close and tight
            It never felt so good, it never felt so right
            And we're glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife
            C'mon! Hold on tight!
            C'mon! Hold on tight!

            Though it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night
            I can see paradise by the dashboard light

            Girl:
            Ain't no doubt about it
            We were doubly blessed
            Cause we were barely seventeen
            And we were barely dressed

            Ain't no doubt about it
            Baby got to go and shout it
            Ain't no doubt about it
            We were doubly blessed

            Boy:
            Cause we were barely seventeen
            And we were barely dressed

            Baby doncha hear my heart
            You got it drowning out the radio
            I've been waiting so long
            For you to come along and have some fun

            And I gotta let ya know
            No you're never gonna regret it
            So open up your eyes I got a big surprise
            It'll feel all right
            Well I wanna make your motor run

            And now our bodies are oh so close and tight
            It never felt so good, it never felt so right
            And we're glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife
            C'mon! Hold on tight!
            C'mon! Hold on tight!

            Though it's cold and lonley in the deep dark night
            I can see paradise by the dashboard light
            Paradise by the dashboard light

            You got to do what you can
            And let Mother Nature do the rest
            Ain't no doubt about it
            We were doubly blessed
            Cause we were barely seventeen
            And we were barely--

            We're gonna go all the way tonight
            We're gonna go allt he way
            An tonight's the night...

            Radio Broadcast:
            Ok, here we go, we got a real pressure cooker
            going here, two down, nobody on, no score,
            bottom of the ninth, there's the wind-up and
            there it is, a line shot up the middle, look
            at him go. This boy can really fly!
            He's rounding first and really turning it on
            now, he's not letting up at all, he's gonna
            try for second; the ball is bobbled out in center,
            and here comes the throw, and what a throw!
            He's gonna slide in head first, here he comes, he's out!
            No, wait, safe--safe at second base, this kid really
            makes things happen out there.
            Batter steps up to the plate, here's the pitch--
            he's going, and what a jump he's got, he's trying
            for third, here's the throw, it's in the dirt--
            safe at third! Holy cow, stolen base!
            He's taking a pretty big lead out there, almost
            daring him to try and pick him off. The pitcher
            glance over, winds up, and it's bunted, bunted
            down the third base line, the suicide squeeze in on!
            Here he comes, squeeze play, it's gonna be close,
            here's the throw, there's the play at the plate,
            holy cow, I think he's gonna make it!

            II. Let Me Sleep On It

            Girl:
            Stop right there!
            I gotta know right now!
            Before we go any further--!

            Do you love me?
            Will you love me forever?
            Do you need me?
            Will you never leave me?
            Will you make me so happy for the rest of my life?
            Will you take me away and will you make me your wife?
            Do you love me!?
            Will you love me forever!?
            Do you need me!?
            Will you never leave me!?
            Will you make me so happy for the rest of my life!?
            Will you take me away and will you make me your wife!?
            I gotta know right now
            Before we go any further
            Do you love me!!!?
            Will you love me forever!!!?

            Boy:
            Let me sleep on it
            Baby, baby let me sleep on it
            Let me sleep on it
            And I'll give you my answer in the morning

            Let me sleep on it
            Baby, baby let me sleep on it
            Let me sleep on it
            And I'll give you my answer in the morning

            Let me sleep on it
            Baby, baby let me sleep on it
            Let me sleep on it
            And I'll give you my answer in the morning

            Girl:
            I gotta know right now!
            Do you love me?
            Will you love me forever?
            Do you need me?
            Will you never leave me?
            Will you make me so happy for the rest of my life?
            Will you take me away and will you make me your wife?
            I gotta know right now!
            Before we go any further
            Do you love me?
            And will you love me forever?

            Boy:
            Let me sleep on it
            Baby, baby let me sleep on it
            Let me sleep on it
            And I'll give you my answer in the morning
            Let me sleep on it!!!

            Girl:
            Will you love me forever?

            Boy:
            Let me sleep on it!!!

            Girl:
            Will you love me forever!!!

            III. Praying for the End of Time

            Boy:
            I couldn't take it any longer
            Lord I was crazed
            And when the feeling came upon me
            Like a tidal wave
            I started swearing to my god and on my mother's grave
            That I would love you to the end of time
            I swore that I would love you to the end of time!

            So now I'm praying for the end of time
            To hurry up and arrive
            Cause if I gotta spend another minute with you
            I don't think that I can really survive
            I'll never break my promise or forget my vow
            But God only knows what I can do right now
            I'm praying for the end of time
            It's all that I can do
            Praying for the end of time, so I can end my time with you!!!

            Boy:
            It was long ago and it was far away
            and it was so much better than it is today

            Girl:
            It never felt so good
            It never felt so right
            And we were glowing like
            A metal on the edge of a knife
            In een hoerekotje aan den overkant emmekik mijn bloem verloren,
            In een hoerekotje aan den overkant bennekik mijn bloemeke kwijt

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            • Fatherland (Ancient Rites)

              When the restless North Sea is
              trying to gain more land
              And a merciless west wind
              steals my breath
              When the fierce waves are pounding on the beaches
              Plain as an endless desert

              Or uttermost vile storms are
              Teaching my people humbleness
              Then one can see my land resist
              There one can see my land fight
              As gloomy grey skies
              Cast away the northern sun

              I turn home.... Always turn home
              I turn home.... Always turn home

              And our cities and villages
              Representing centuries and centuries
              Seem to drown due to eternal rainfall
              Or the rivers turn into Gold

              I turn home.... Always turn home
              I turn home.... Always turn home

              Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland!
              Fatherland! Keep on turning to my Fatherland!
              Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland!
              Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland!

              Our cities seem to drown
              Due to eternal rainfall
              I watch the rivers
              Turn into Gold
              Under a genial sun
              When snow capped forests
              Create visions larger than life
              Then I realise where I belong
              My eyes have seen the continents
              The beauty of foreign civilisations

              An uncontrollable desire forces me to wander
              Yet echoes of melancholy and remembering
              The splendour being mine (make me turn home)
              Where castles and towers are the sole mountains
              And father time seems to have less grip
              Where castles and towers are the sole mountains
              There my land can be found

              I turn home.... Always turn home
              I turn home.... Always turn home

              Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland!
              Fatherland! Keep on coming to my Fatherland!
              Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland!
              Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland!
              In een hoerekotje aan den overkant emmekik mijn bloem verloren,
              In een hoerekotje aan den overkant bennekik mijn bloemeke kwijt

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              • Natalie Imbruglia - Torn

                I thought I saw a man brought to life
                He was warm
                He came around like he was dignified
                He showed me what it was to cry
                Well you couldn't be that man I adored
                You don't seem to know
                Seem to care what your heart is for
                But I don't know him anymore
                There's nothing where he used to lie
                My conversation has run dry
                That's what's going on
                Nothing's fine I'm torn

                I'm all out of faith
                This is how I feel
                I'm cold and I'm ashamed
                Lying naked on the floor
                Illusion never changed
                Into something real
                I'm wide awake
                And I can see
                The perfect sky is torn
                You're a little late
                I'm already torn

                So I guess the fortune teller's right
                Should have seen just what was there
                And not some holy light
                Which crawled beneath my veins
                And now I don't care
                I had no luck
                I don't miss it all that much
                There's just so many things
                That I can touch I'm torn

                I'm all out of faith
                This is how I feel
                I'm cold and I'm ashamed
                Lying naked on the floor
                Illusion never changed
                Into something real
                I'm wide awake
                And I can see
                The perfect sky is torn
                You're a little late
                I'm already torn
                Torn

                There's nothing where he used to lie
                My inspiration has run dry
                That's what's going on
                Nothing's right I'm torn

                I'm all out of faith
                This is how I feel
                I'm cold and I'm ashamed
                Lying naked on the floor
                Illusion never changed
                Into something real
                I'm wide awake
                And I can see
                The perfect sky is torn

                I'm all out of faith
                This is how I feel
                I'm cold and I'm ashamed
                Bound and broken on the floor
                You're a little late
                I'm already torn
                Torn..
                "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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                • pixies
                  debaser


                  got me a movie
                  i want you to know
                  slicing up eyeballs
                  i want you to know
                  girlie so groovy
                  i want you to know
                  don't know about you
                  but i am un chien andalusia
                  wanna grow
                  up to be
                  be a debaser, debaser

                  got me a movie
                  ha ha ha ho
                  slicing up eyeballs
                  ha ha ha ho
                  girlie so groovie
                  ha ha ha ho
                  don't know about you
                  but i am un chien andalusia

                  debaser

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                  • flaming lips
                    she don't use jelly

                    i know a girl who thinks of ghosts
                    she'll make ya breakfast
                    she'll make ya toast
                    she don't use butter
                    she don't use cheese
                    she don't use jelly
                    or any of these
                    she uses vaseline
                    vaseline
                    vaseline
                    i know a guy who goes to shows
                    when he's at home and he blows his nose
                    he don't use tissues or his sleeve
                    he don't use napkins or any of these
                    he uses magazines
                    magazines
                    magazines
                    magazines
                    magazines
                    i know a girl who reminds me of cher
                    (reminds me of cher)
                    she's always changing
                    (she's always changing)
                    the color of her hair
                    (color of her hair)
                    she don't use nothing
                    that ya buy at the store
                    she likes her hair to be real orange
                    she uses tangerines
                    tangerines
                    tangerines
                    tangerines
                    tangerines
                    tangerines

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                    • the hives

                      hate to say i told you so


                      Do what I want cause I can and if I don't
                      because I wanna be ignored by the stiff and the bored
                      because I'm gonna.
                      Spit and retrieve cause I give and receive
                      because I wanna gonna get through your head what the mystery man said
                      because I'm gonna.
                      Hate to say I told you so.
                      I do believe I told you so.
                      Now it's all out and you knew cause I wanted to.
                      Turn my back on the rot that's been planning the plot - because I'm gonna.
                      No need for me to wait - because I wanna.
                      No need two, three and too late - because I'm gonna.
                      Hate to say I told you so.
                      I do believe I told you so.
                      Do what I please gonna spread the disease
                      because I wanna gonna call all the shots for the "No"s and the "Not"s
                      because I wanna.
                      Ask me once I'll answer twice cause what I know I'll tell
                      because I wanna.
                      Sound device and lots of ice I'll spell my name out loud
                      because I wanna, oh yeah....

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                      • Sloww:

                        If Not For You
                        George Harrison
                        That was written by Dylan, right? Dylan-Harrison was a combo used too seldom.

                        ********************

                        Handle With Care

                        Been beat up and battered 'round
                        Been sent up, and I've been shot down
                        You're the best thing that I've ever found
                        Handle me with care

                        Reputations changeable
                        Situations tolerable
                        Baby, you're adorable
                        Handle me with care

                        (Chorus)
                        I'm so tired of being lonely
                        I still have some love to give
                        Won't you show me that you really care

                        (Bridge)
                        Everybody's got somebody to lean on
                        Put your body next to mine, and dream on

                        I've been fobbed off, and I've been fooled
                        I've been robbed and ridiculed
                        In day care centers and night schools
                        Handle me with care

                        Been stuck in airports, terrorized
                        Sent to meetings, hypnotized
                        Overexposed, commercialized
                        Hand me with care

                        (Chorus)

                        (Bridge)

                        I've been uptight and made a mess
                        But I'll clean it up myself, I guess
                        Oh, the sweet smell of success
                        Handle me with care

                        ********************
                        "I wrote a song about dental floss but did anyone's teeth get cleaner?" -Frank Zappa
                        "A thing moderately good is not so good as it ought to be. Moderation in temper is always a virtue, but moderation in principle is always a vice."- Thomas Paine
                        "I'll let you be in my dream if I can be in yours." -Bob Dylan

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                        • You are correct.
                          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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                          • Can somebody understand what did author mean?
                            --
                            Our brains work faster, than we think.
                            It makes the best ideas sink.
                            And when we catch their tiny tails,
                            We feel that minds are kept in jails.
                            We try to get rid of the thought,
                            And we escape to music loud,
                            But our brain is peace of gold,
                            And every problem can be solved.
                            money sqrt evil;
                            My literacy level are appalling.

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                            • IMO, it means one's brain has more potential than is given credit, and we don't know how to utilize.



                              A Life Of Illusion
                              Joe Walsh



                              Sometimes I can't help the feeling that I'm
                              Living a life of illusion
                              And oh, why can't we let it be
                              And see through the hole in this wall of confusion
                              I just can't help the feeling I'm
                              Living a life of illusion

                              Pow! Right between the eyes
                              Oh, how nature loves her little surprises
                              Wow! It all seems so logical now
                              It's just one of her better disguises
                              And it comes with no warning
                              Nature loves her little surprises
                              Continual crisis

                              Hey, don't you know it's a waste of your day
                              Caught up in endless solutions
                              That have no meaning, just another hunch
                              Based upon jumping conclusions
                              Caught up in endless solutions
                              Backed up against a wall of confusion
                              Living a life of illusion
                              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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                              • Devil INside by INXS

                                Here comes the woman
                                With the look in her eye
                                Raised on leather
                                With flesh on her mind
                                Words as weapons sharper than knives
                                Makes you wonder how the other half die
                                Other half die

                                Here come the man
                                With the look in his eye
                                Fed on nothing
                                But full of pride
                                Look at them go
                                Look at them kick
                                Makes you wonder how the other half live

                                The devil inside
                                The devil inside
                                Every single one of us the devil inside

                                Hallucinating Elvis by Duran Duran

                                I was hallucinating Elvis
                                Hawaii to Las Vegas
                                Special treatment all the way
                                Hallucinating Elvis
                                Missing 18 hours
                                Losing oxygen to the brain

                                Lying on the floor
                                There's a limit how much more I can take
                                Rhinestone inside my shoe
                                Because I’m turning into you
                                I was hallucinating, I was hallucinating, I was hallucinating...Elvis

                                FBI tapping the King's phone
                                74, he’s trapped in his home
                                Hidden cameras, 2-way mirror walls
                                Walkie-talkie, kung-fu
                                Then the president calls

                                I was hallucinating Elvis
                                Hawaii to Las Vegas
                                Special treatment all the way
                                Hallucinating Elvis
                                Missing 18 hours
                                Losing oxygen to the brain

                                Whoever has to know
                                Tune in to my show
                                What you see ain't what you get
                                I’m shooting movies and the TV set...

                                Elvis, Elvis, Elvis, Elvis

                                I was hallucinating Elvis
                                Hawaii to Las Vegas
                                Special treatment all the way
                                Hallucinating Elvis
                                Missing 18 hours
                                Losing oxygen to the brain
                                "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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