Schäume nur, mein wildes Herz
In des Zornes Wehen
Bin aus leichtem Stoff gemacht
Muss wie Luft vergehen
Ohne Schiffer treibt mein Kahn
Auf des Meeres Spiegel
Niemals fesselt mich ein Band
Riegelt mich ein Riegel
Suchte meinesgleichen
Fand nur Sünder ohne Zügel
Zeigt der Sinn so wie ich wirklich bin
Lenkt der Sturm mich stets woanders hin
Trügt der Schein, ich kehre niemals heim
Am festen Band und bin dann doch allein
In der Schenke sink ich einst
Gern im Tode nieder
Und im Becher spiegelt sich
Noch mein Antlitz wieder
Mit der Jugend toll ich fort
Auf des Lasters Wegen
Engelschцre singen dann
Gib mir deinen Segen
Diesen Zecher schlag o Herr
Seiner Strafe wegen
Zeigt der Sinn ...
Coll-Edge (Good Clean Fun)
Someday you will look back with fear
On all the time that you weren't here
And at that moment
You’ll wish you hadn’t spent
All your book money on beer
Your friends are high, your grades are low
Couldn’t shake a stick at what you know
But when it comes to blood alcohol
You get a 4.0
Your eyes are red
Your lungs are black (you've got the colledge)
Stabbed us all right in the back (you've lost the edge)
How could you sell out like that (I'll never know)
Try to fit in with everyone
If you don’t drink in the dorms
Then you’re no fun
You swore true til death
But you’re still young
Not even true til twenty-one
When you went to school
I learned for sure
If you aren’t now you never were
And if you have a single conviction
You don’t know what it’s for
Your eyes are red
Your lungs are black
Stabbed us all right in the back
How could you sell out like that
To see the bands you never go
You don’t support the bands
You used to know
Here’s a hint in case you’re slow
Lollapalooza is not a show
You lost the edge
and that’s not the worst
The sad thing is you’re not the first
Our friendship’s done, it really hurts
But maybe I could have
All of your old shirts
Your Wide Awake record
and Chung King too
They can’t be worth that much to you
Maybe this is not so bad
Because now i own
all the things you had
More friends of mine could start to drink
I could use a new X-watch I think.
You swore you’d be edge to eternity
But now you're pledging a fraternity
Your eyes are red
Your lungs are black
Stabbed us all right in the back
How could you sell out like that
Wasted Episode (Angry Amputees)
In this wasted Episode, what the hell am I still doing here, growing up?
It's a landmark of much depravity
Sixteen without a purpose in life.
A smoking gun proves to define it
Broken windows line Boulevards
Hear children crying sleeping in their
Infested homes
Their heads hanging down
Straight from the womb
Where ignorance can be found
Above the sidewalks
Bloody Band-Aides
Sirens every hour
The shelter is over booked again
The city's crying out...When will it end?
When you're walking down the street
Hey can you spare some change
Well I love where I come from...But I hate this ** town.
Well I am not ashamed
I was born on Geary St.
I love where I come from, but I hate this ** town.
Where my future seems so bleak
And every day feels like a week
Well I love where I come from but I hate this ** town
I can never get no rest, and little Timmy gave his best,
I love where I come from but I hate this ** town
The rich stay in the game
The Meek will never reign
I hate this ** town
There's nothing left to say, so ** your empathy
Cuz I hate this ** town!!!!!!!
Well I love where I come from... But I hate this ** TOWN!
Hamesha (Entity Paradigm)
Silsile tor ke
Chal diye kidhar
Aik hee mor pe
Bas aik hee nazar
Beetay dinon ki woh baatain
Yaad hain magar
Kuch naheen iss jahan mein
Jo tu nahin idhar
Aik mein aik tu
Aik hee basar
Aik hee jaan pe
Marte hain magar
Beetay dinon ki woh baatein
Yaad hain magar
Kuchh nahin iss jahan mein
Jo tu nahin idhar
Jo tu nahin idhar
Chahay kuchh bhi ho jaye
Mein rahoon ga
Chahay waqt thum jaye
Mein rahoon ga
Mein rahoon ga hamesha
Mein rahoon ga
Maut aye tau aye
Mein rahoon ga
Chahay kuchh bhi ho jaye
Mein rahoon ga
Chahay waqt thum jaye
Mein rahoon ga
Mein rahoon ga hamesha
Mein rahoon ga
Maut aye tau aye
Mein rahoon ga
Chahay kuchh bhi ho jaye
Mein rahoon ga
Chahay waqt thum jaye
Mein rahoon ga
Mein rahoon ga hamesha
Mein rahoon ga
Maut aye tau aye
Mein rahoon ga
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Dance Dance Dance (Steve Miller Band)
My grandpa, he's 95
And he keeps on dancin'
He's still alive
My grandma, she's 92
She loves to dance
And sing some, too
I don't know
But I've been told
If you keep on dancing
You'll never grow old
Come on darling
Put a pretty dress on
We're gonna go out tonight
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
All night long
I'm a hard working man
I'm a son of a gun
I've been working all week in the noon day sun
The wood's in the kitchen
And the cow's in the barn
I'm all cleaned up and my chores are all done
Take my hand, come along
Let's go out and have some fun
Come on darling put a pretty dress on
We're gonna go out tonight
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
All night long
Pick on
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
All night long
Come on darling, don't look that way
Don't you know when you smile
I've got to say you're my honey pumpkin lover
You're my heart's delight
Don't you want to go out tonight
You're such a pretty lady
You're such a sweet girl
When you dance it brightens up my world
Come on darling put a pretty dress on
We're gonna go out tonight
And dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
All night long
The Stake (Steve Miller Band)
Burnin' burnin' all you can take
Wheels are turning in the bed you make
I'll take you over, you're tied at the stake
Nobody loves you like the way I do
Light rain's over
The sun's all around
Four leaf clover
As I pull you down
I'll take you over
You're tied at the stake
Nobody loves you like the way I do
Nobody loves you like the way I do
Nobody loves you like the way I do
One, Four, Five (The Cat Empire)
Listen doctor I have pain
that grows inside myself
shelf me please
I just can't ease the pain
I need some drugs to help
ah pollution fills my lungs
and convolution fills my mind
ah my legs do ache
I contemplate
that living's less than fine
my spine does tingle
when I think of being
freed from this curse
but what is worse I feel
life is a bubble
blown until it's burst
oh doctor I am desperate
to get rid of this feeling
oh doctor I am desperate
for some good soul healing
The doctor turned and gave a grin
and reached into his bag
but instead of an injection
got a record with a tag
that said listen to this daily
with hip shaking and such things
then he puts the record in
grabs a mic and starts to sing
you need some
One four five
to make you high to make you high
to make you high to make you high
when heaven falling from the sky
to make you high to make you high
Doctor I am feeling better
what was that you sang
did you write it or recite it
or just steal it from a band
ah my bones are feeling stronger
and my spirit's feeling fresh
ah that dose of 145 has put the life
back in my breath
yes yes yes' the doctor said
then he sat me down and say
young man don't think I wrote
these chords they're written in
your brain'
and when you hear them
there's a shakedown that begins within
the mind
cos these three chords make people
feeling better all the time ah
they keep repeating
like a scratch on a cd
but it's quality cos these three harmonies
breed positivity
protecting against insanity
of modern insecurities
believe me when I tell you
all you need is to be hearing all that
One four five
to make you high to make you high
to make you high to make you high
when they said what and you said why
to make you high to make you high
The doctor turned and gave a grin
and reached into his bag
but instead of an injection
got a record with a tag
that said listen to this daily
with hip shaking and such things
then he puts the record in
grabs a mic and starts to sing
you need some
One four five
to make you high to make you high
when you could not count to pi
when you're told you can't fly
to make you high to make you high
times like these you need some
One four five .... hhhuuummnn
Hang On (Country Joe & The Fish)
I've got a cobalt friend now he spends his time
Looking for people to feed him lines.
Feeling up his head then reaching for mine
I ask him how he's doing and he says "Just fine".
He calls it learning, but we know that he's dying.
That seems to be the price when you're walking on ice
It ain't so nice, but it helps to pass the time.
You got to hang on, you got to hang on, you got to hang on
Before you fall, hey, before you fall.
At social functions of the marching band
He takes his routine up on the stand,
And trying to get the lay of the land
You know he sings and dances in the burning sand
Until someone puts a microphone in his hand.
And then he will say as he slowly backs away
"Another day perhaps you'll understand.
You got to hang on, you got to hang on, you got to hang on
Before you fall, before you fall."
With maps and charts now he plots the skies
Surrounds himself with mystic eyes
Dwells on deeds of other lives,
Sings secret chants and lullabies
Then he'll come to sit and hypothesize
Again and again about the shape that he's in.
Well now he's my friend but I know that they're mostly sighs
You got to hang on, you got to hang on, you got to hang on
Before you fall, before you fall.
And running behind the Hit Parade
He yells out songs that others have made
Unable to see his own masquerade
You know he waves his sword with the gilt edge blade
And I'd love to send him to Travelers' Aid
For when he hears the sound of the stuff he's putting down
He might drown in his own cascade.
You got to hang on, you got to hang on, you got to hang on
Before you fall, before you fall,
Before you fall, fall, fall, before you fall,
You got to hang on, Sloopy, hang on,
Hang on before you fall, all right.
Made In Hell (Halford)
From memories of 68 when the wizard shook the world
Metal came from foundries where the midlands sound unfurled
The bullring was a lonely place of concrete towers and steel
The coal mines and the industries were all I had to fell.
Something inside took hold of me, I really didn't know
But overtime it came to be, I knew which way to go
I drove around in search of what would make this all come true
From jazz and elecricity and good old southern blues
Hell, we're born to raise some hell
Hell, we're gonna raise some hell
In Henry's and in mother's where I'd go to bang my head
The feeling took a hold of me with every word I said
The voice was born and came alive from all I saw and heard
And now I knew my destiny, I had to spread the word.
I took the scream around the world
From London to L.A.
Unleashed in downtown Tokyo
Blew Godzilla away
Then on the sound and fury went from Sydney to Brazil
It sent the Russians crazy cause they never get their fill.
Of Hell, we're born to raise some hell
Hell, we're gonna raise some hell
Hell, we're born to raise some hell
Hell, we're gonna raise some hell
The stage and the lights and the amps are ablaze watch them burn
From all this insanity the Metal God's will return.
Shock waves attack relentlessly, intimidating force
So many bands surrounding you with evil from our source
It screams across the universe and slams you to the floor
This blitzkrieg psycho mania is coming on full roar
The world's a stage that's waiting for its bad**to get kicked
And we're all on the road to hell and that's route 666
Hell, we're born to raise some hell
Hell, we're gonna raise some hell
Hell, we're born to raise some hell
Hell, we're gonna raise some hell
Ballad Of A Thin Man (Bob Dylan & The Band)
You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody **
And you say, "Who is that man?"
You try so hard
But you don't understand
Just what you'll say
When you get home
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You raise up your head
And you ask, "Is this where it is?"
And somebody points to you and says
"It's his"
And you say, "What's mine?"
And somebody else says, "Where what is?"
And you say, "Oh my God
Am I here all alone?"
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, "How does it feel
To be such a freak?"
And you say, "Impossible"
As he hands you a bone
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You have many contacts
Among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To just give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations
You've been with the professors
And they've all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have
Discussed lepers and crooks
You've been through all of
F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
You're very well read
It's well known
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says, "Here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan"
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Now you see this one-eyed midget
Shouting the word "NOW"
And you say, "For what reason?"
And he says, "How?"
And you say, "What does this mean?"
And he screams back, "You're a cow
Give me some milk
Or else go home"
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Well, you walk into the room
Like a camel and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And your nose on the ground
There ought to be a law
Against you comin' around
You should be made
To wear earphones
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
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