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Lyrics

End Of An Era (Ben Lee)

I wrote my last love song today
Got the whole damn phase out of the way
It was here now it’s gone
But that was my last love song
I wrote my last love song today

I wrote my last love song tonight
Recorded my last love-starved plight
I was young and naive
I wore my heart on my sleeve
I wrote my last love song tonight

I wrote my last romantic spiel
So you’d know how I feel
You’re just another girl no doubt
Who this song’s not about
I wrote my last love song tonight

I used to think I was a pioneer
To love what no man has gone near
But there’s no point no dignity
To sulk in self pity
So that’s behind me
Just try me give me your best shot
I don’t know what I am
But I know what I’m not

I wrote my last love song it stinks
At least that’s what I want you to think
But it’s not true there’ll be more
About the cute girl next door
I’m just burned out on love for a while
I’m just burned out on love for a while

Disney (Monoblock)

Hoy no se que voy a hacer
Derrame sangre por ti
No seguire ni un dia mas
Por que ya no te busque
Por que ya no te busque

Me invente un corazon
Que no se rompa mas
Imagine que no te vas
Por que tu ausencia duele mas
Contigo no puedo estar

Y yo se que tu y yo
Podemos empezar
A tu lado no se puede estar
Un solo dia mas

Recorde todo el tiemo
Que me hiciste especial
Contigo no puedo estar

Y yo se que tu y yo
Podemos empezar
A tu lado no se puede estar
Un solo dia mas

Es hora ya de empezar
A olvidar lo que me haz hecho
Es hora ya de olvidar
Lo que perdi
Es hora de olvidar
Es hora...

Y ahora ya estoy muy bien
Empiezo a rockear
He encontrado una razon
Para ir a Disneyland
Y ahora ya estoy muy bien
Empiezo a soñar
He encontrado una razon
Para ir a Disneyland
y volver a empezar

Even At Our Worst We're Still Better Than Most (The Roller) (Against Me!)

You can have it all, I ain't got the heart to fight, no.
Total exhaustion, complete breakdown. For the asshole I am,
apologies in full, please leave me alone.
Pull over the van, let me out.

And we'll give the money back, to the record label.
Fire the agent, fire the manager.
We ain't got what it takes, to make it.
We got indifference, got no respect for them.
Feels like you already said so much,
feels like you can never say enough.
Let someone else take our place,
let them be your entertainment.

You know they're waiting,
(you know they're waiting)
You know they're waiting,
(you know they're waiting)
You know they're waiting,
(they're just waiting)
To tear us apart

You know they're waiting,
(you know they're waiting)
You know they're waiting,
(you know they're waiting)
You know they're waiting,
(they're just waiting.)
To tear us apart

Dance Music (The Mountain Goats)

alright i'm in johnson avenue
in San Louis Obispo
and i'm five years old or six maybe
and indications that there's
something wrong with our new house
trip down the wire twice daily

i'm in the living room
watching the watergate hearings
while my stepfather yells at my mother
launches a glass across the room
straight at her head
and i dash upstairs to take cover
lean in close to my little record player on the floor
so this is what the volume knob's for
i listen to dance music
dance music

okay so i'm seventeen years old
you're the last best thing i got going
but then the special secret sickness
starts to eat through you
what am i supposed to do?
no way of knowing
so i follow you down your twisting alleyways
find a few cul-de-sacs of my own
there's only one place this road ever ends up
and i don't wanna die alone
let me down, let me down, let me down gently
when the police come to get me
i'm listenin' to dance music
dance music

A Che Ora È La Fine Del Mondo (Ligabue)

Che or'è, scusa ma che or'è
Che non lo posso perdere l'ultimo spettacolo
Fine del Mondo in Mondovisione, diretta da San Pietro per l'occasione
La borsa sale, i maroni no, Ferri batte il record di autogol
Le liste del Giudizio Universale saranno trasmesse dai telegiornali
A reti unificate e poi sulla pagina 666
Prima però su Canale 9 ci sarà il terzo Festival del dolore
Con la finale dei casi umani meno meno umani che mai
I puttanieri ci diano dentro, che là di là niente ciccia, niente
Niente ma tu giri più leggero, bruciando le tue scorte di preservativi
Fiorin fiorello, l'amore è bello se ci sei tu
A che ora è la fine del Mondo?
A che ora è la fine del Mondo?
A che ora è la fine del Mondo, che rete è?
Destra, sinistra, su, giù, centro, fine del Mondo con palle in giramento
Che chi è fuori è fuori e chi è dentro è dentro, e fuori TV non sei niente
Ultimo appello per i merdaioli, finitevi la merce che di là non funziona
Altro girone, altro regalo, niente caramelle per i leccaculo
OK, il girone è giusto, OK!
A che ora è la fine del Mondo?
A che ora è la fine del Mondo?
A che ora è la fine del Mondo, che rete è? Che ora è? Che rete è? Che ora è?
A che ora è la fine del Mondo?
A che ora è la fine del Mondo?
A che ora è la fine del Mondo, che rete è?
Forse là di là mancherà qualcosa: casa, chiesa, tele e cosa?
Serial killers, serial politici, morti in diretta, i migliori casi clinici
Cazzi vostri in onda, OK!
A che ora è la fine del Mondo?
A che ora è la fine del Mondo?
A che ora è la fine del Mondo, che rete è?

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

Forgotten In Space (Voivod)

All systems go !!
The jailship is flying high
From the ground, to out of sight
They pay their crimes, locked inside
Where they go, the judge knows
They did to many murders
Then fell into the crater
They made too many speeches
Against what the people believe
Getting the no limit sentence
For them it's the last stop
The treason made upon them
Upset coz there's no way to return
All systems go, blow the reactors
But where do we go? We don't know!
The prisoners, looking mad
There's no color aboard this flight
Computer station look them all
Deep in the hole too many echoes
The space jail center program
Recorded, numbered, classified
This bunch of desperate guys
Changing to sub-rat humans
And then in special cases
You've gotta be quiet
If you're not what they want
They're gonna throw you out in space
All systems go, blow the reactors
But where do we go? We don't know!
Cylindrical habitat modules
Let me out of here, and I heard my name
It's time they said ! Forgotten in space !
Dressed with a skin tight pressure suit
Swimming in the universe
It's the best place you can be
It's the last place you will be
It's boring to spend time
In the jail with no gravity
Suspended in nothingness
Awaiting your own liberty
Just one hour, not too much oxigen(2X)
Hydrocarbonic smog, methane ice crystals
Ultraviolet rays in the galaxy core
Rotations and orbits of somebody
Atoms and molecules through my body
Just half an hour, not too much oxigen(2X)
You're forgotten in space....In space!!

SunShyne (Thousand Foot Krutch)

Back to attack like mortal combat,
Knockin 'em flat with contact,
On site, (passing others by strong direction),
We must evade this infection,
Thousand foot, got my back to protection,
Strong in every never-been-down road,
We never been off of it, can't get enough of it,
I'm out-spoken, in case ya didn't notice,
I'm all about telling lost souls that need to know this,
My sound's more (rap than the crib),
Me, myself and my team rocks through the Ford,
Like a 7/11, all day all night,
Our God we boast hard,
On the reel,
Represent my King and my God,
Got to get it get it,
Don't forget it,
Got the (curves) of a low B,
If ya let it,
That's the sound that's mean, extreme,
You trip with me and my team,
I'll show you what I mean.

I've been waiting so long,
To get where I'm going,
In the sunshine of Your love.

We back to bring it, and got the whole town swinging,
Off the vibes that'll make you realize when you listen to the,
We obviously not the record best,
You can give it days more than anyone waits to play it,
On this microphone I wanna make known,
There ain't nothing but weirdness in this vocal tone,
In the kid's car in the stereo,
Or in ya CD players, tape deck and home stereo,
Break down the system,
I shot once but I missed 'em,
You think I'm a freak, but you never listen,
You want plastic Thousand Foot so fast,
That Krutch the new made-for-plastic we everlasting,
So I turn the volume up to ten again,
Just to let 'em know,
We'll never let 'em in,
Break the mold when I explode into your eardrum,
If you want it come and get some.

I've been waiting so long,
To get where I'm going,
In the sunshine of Your love.

Pengertian (Sharifah Aini & Broery Pesulima)

Jiwa ku kini
Oh sebagai burung hai
Mata terlepas
Badan terkurung

Di sangkar emas
Tapi aku tak bebas
Ingin ku lepas
Ke alam luas

Betapa bahagia
Kini ku dapat
Merasakan nikmat
Alam semesta

Cukuplah rasanya
Semua derita
Keperlaraskan dalam
Segala duka

Kini masanya
Aku hidup bebas

Ingin hati ku oh
Mencurahkan rasa
Kepada orang
Yang mengerti jiwa

Jiwa ku kini
Bagai hamba seni hai
Semoga kawan ku
Dapat mengerti

Puppet (Thousand Foot Krutch)

it's all around me,

and I can't wish this away,

you so amaze me,

you took my monster away, (x2)

Wake me, c'mon and wake me up now I

want to cut off my strings and break,

loose of your control of me,

cut your strings and be free with me, (x2)

(bridge)

Everybody, shake your body,

lift your hands, stop frontin',

you're just a puppet, (x2)

To all the marionettes

(chorus)

If your gonna run, how fast ya gonna run?,

and If your gonna jump, how high can you jump?,

all you perpetrators be walkin' round frontin',

what?, you fakers afraid to stand for somethin'?/ why don't ya stand

up n' break me off somethin'?(x2)

Ya wanna make it outta sight?,

somebody wanna get live tonight?,

we can hit that, flip that, settle the score,

'n' ain't nobody rock a crowd like this before,

ya wanna make it outta sight?,

somebody wanna get live tonight?,

like an earthquake, let it shake,

make the floor vibrate, Krutch y'all,

back to set the record straight.

All y'all people, listen, it's on,

Krutch marauders we on a mission,

hittin' ya with the air ammunition,

at war with the puppet master, ..

I'll bring it on if I had to,

rip it 'n' leave the whole scene shattered,

like, chik, blaow!, what ya think of me now,

I'm lettin' my dawgs out,

makin' it loud so hear me shout, what?,

we be comin' laced with bass,

hit the place with no trace,

when we rock the space,

(bridge)

to all the people still sleepin'

(Chorus) (x2)


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