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Lyrics

Tortuga Bay (Running Wild)

1.Verse
Man or boy - we'll fight all as one
Bending the rules - it's the call of the wild
Last resort - to be shot down in pains
Playing your very last card

Pre-chorus:
Where the streets have no name
Where the devil's in all men
If you knew what was a slain
Pay or flee in Tortuga Bay

2.Verse
Fight to death - games that men play
Flashing of steel and the clash of the sword
Last breath - the kill of the day
Proving what all men must fear

Pre-chorus:
Hoist up the mainbrace and fasten the sails
Crow's nest is screaming for shore
Ready the rum that is stored in the hold
Bringing what we need and more

3.Verse
Live by stealth - cover your track
Enemies scuttled but who needs to see
No escape - knife in your back
Proving what all men must fear

Pre-chorus:
Hoist up the mainbrace and fasten the sails
Crow's nest is screaming for shore
Ready the grass that is bound up in bales
bringing what we need and more

Chorus:
Where survival's the game
Where you fight for your freedom
If you knew what was a slain
Pay or flee in Tortuga Bay

Working Man's Wage (Trace Adkins)

(Wynn Varble/Leslie Satcher)

I've seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay
Looked like a mountain to a boy my age
And I've seen my daddy in that hot southern sun
Move those mountains one by one

And I've seen that same man come home from the mill
Pull forty hours for a hundred-dollar bill
I've watched him struggle and I've watched him age
Raising a family on a working man's wage

I grew up on a working man's wage
Blood, sweat and tears on every dollar he made
For the little he earned there was so much he gave
And I hope I am worthy of a working man's wage

I pick this guitar six nights a week
Daddy can't believe they're paying me
It would be so easy to let it go to my head
But there's just one thing that I can't forget

I grew up on a working man's wage
Blood, sweat and tears on every dollar he made
For the little he earned there was so much he gave
And I hope I am worthy, I hope I am worthy
Of a working man's wage

I've seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay
Looked like a mountain to a boy my age

Divan (Frank Zappa & the Mothers)



Ballen von Zecken
Und alten Sporthemden, Sporthemden, Sporthemden
Lachen von Feuer
Lachen von Gummi
Lachen von Tränen
(Sheets of tears)
Ooh ooh ooh awh . . .
Lachen von getrocknetem Wasser
(Sheets of drywall and roofing)
Lachen von drywall und roofing
(Sheets of large deprived rumba)
Lachen von riesigen, tief-gefrorenen Rumba

A light shines down from heaven
A dense ecumenical bandana
At the right hand of God's big rumba

And his voice pronounceth out
In sheets of plywood
And bales of old sportshirts
And this is what he said

Beklecker nicht
Beklecker nicht
Beklecker nicht
Beklecker nicht
Mein Sofa!

And you know what that means . . .

Yes Yes Show (Parokya Ni Edgar)

*You better get ready for a big surprise
you think its almost over but it's only on the rise
mental message via visual contact
nutter than men with a **ual soundtrack

More margarita from my cute seniorita
triple the tequila just to hotten/heighten up the flavor
joggin down on my JNB
while checkin up the fatso my dicks anatomy
forget the brain, forget the personality
what i'm after is, your effects on my gravity like trinity
its like how with the keeps and / thats why
controlling the game with my heavy duty joystick
(repeat *)

Flip the tip and skip to the next trip
flashin some cashin some rock star bullshit
goin in for this club movin in for the killer
i'got us some room in a fancy hotel and
we got everything we need a big bag of money
a big a bag of weed and try to impress out this thoughts to undress
stop the press we need to get this
(repeat *)

I'd like to keep it going cause i gotta it goin' on
but it's Vinci's turn on the microphone so...

my name is Vinci and i am neat
i love pretty girls and i love to eat
i made this rap from my mind and i am very very kind
i like to drive fast in fancy cars and chicks dig me like chocolate bars
you say i'm bad but i am good so shut up now and eat some food
tsong ano bang problema mo ayusin mo naman
lagyan mo naman ng tono para kang nangangatwiran
ano bang inaatupag mo sa bago mong apartment
sampung taon kanang sikat wala ka bang ibang talent
tsong ano bang sinasabi mo mali ang sinasabi mo
magaling akong kumanta alam mo ba yung picha pie
kung sa ba**mahusay nga naman yung picha pie
gamit ang boses mong pamatay nilagyan mo ng kulay ang kanta
diba kahit ikaw ang gumawa
alam natin mas okay nung akoy kumanta
tsong naman please lang wag ka nang magyabang
at alam mo naman na pang backup ka lang
at ilan na ba ang talagang nagawa mong kanta
ilan... wala eh ano ngayon

Alam naman nating lahat na si Vinch naman talaga dapat
ang vocalist ng parokya band parokya ni edgar

teka lang one minute pwede bang pakiulit
maaaring may lamang ka sa paligo
subalit bakit mo naman nasabi na ikaw ang nararapat
eh ni isang kanta man lang wala kang naisulat

eh... bat ibang singers naman kahit di niya sinulat
ang kinakanta nilang kanta ay sobra kung sumikat
tulad ko, at ni kino, at ni benedict aquino
na wala na yatang mas sisikat pa kahit na sino

ewan ko, sandali! wag ka ngang makulit.
kung ayaw mong masipa sa mukha ng malupit.
baka makatikim ka ng 'sang swela-de-kamao na
si lisito el de gato sa gulpihang de con todo.

talaga? hindi nga? pagtawanan ba ako?
hindi porke't koreano ka magaling ka magtaekwondo
wag kang mag-aangas sa lalaking may balbas
kami yung mga tipo na hindi umaatras

sandali lang...
wag muna kayo mag laban
bago kayo magsuntukan, bat nyo muna pagusapan
ang di maunawaan
sigi na kiss na, peace na please
pambayad ko sa jeepney kulang pa ng diyes.
kung ayaw mong mangyari ang nangyari sa iba,
matuto tayo kung paanong magpakumbaba
wag nating kalimutan kung saan nagsimula

Alam naman nating lahat
na mahal namin ang isa't isa
walang iwanan sa parokya band
sa parokya ni edgar

ahh... ahh...
ah, di ko alam kung pano tatapusin yung kanta
kaya ganito bigla na lang mawawala...

Star-Maps Of The Ancient Cosmographers (Bal-Sagoth)

[The Thaumaturgist:]
The Great Eye of the Universe opens! Through this astral art the secrets of the
cosmos are mine to know... for the stars are my dominion!
Empowered at the periphery, ascending to the Id's eyrie,
The cosmos feathers her nest with fire.
Ephemeral, the nexus calls, besieging cyclopean walls,
Branded deviant and pariah.
Betwixt the hammer and the anvil are forged the stars...
On the wings of the ersatz ones... through the fathomless abyss.

[The Thaumaturgist's Epiphany:]
Like a blackened and baleful sun shall I gaze down from beyond the cumuli and
the firmament upon you. I alone must bear the burden of this fiend-wrested lore.
New stars without number burn in the heavens, but the shadow of oblivion falls
ever closer.

Shortly thereafter, the dreamscape began to fade, and reality beckoned my
consciousness away from the incredible vista. In truth, I was indeed glad to
awaken...

Crown Of Thorn (Darkwell)

In the Shadow of a second, a cruel fate
an everlasting bond, the times blade
In the Shadow of a second, a cruel fate
an everlasting bond, the times blade
a word falls, agony spreads, future is still born
apocalyptic sins, end of the crown of thorn

Was a place of joy, a place of war
mankind's toy, fear this time
Was a place of love, a place of fear
life above, decay of mine

Deliverance refused, prophecies vanished
the everlasting bond, finally is perished
Deliverance refused, prophecies vanished
an everlasting lie, devotees are perished
the book crushed, agony reigns, the era is worn
the riders balefulness, end of the crown of thorn

Was a place of joy, a place of war
mankind's toy, fear this time
Was a place of love, a place of fear
life above, decay of mine

A Song About Marge (Simpsons)

Homer: You took a twenty-carat diamond and made it gleam,
Like a big spaghetti dinner, smothered in whip cream!
(music starts)
CBG: You're like X-men number three,
In a Mylar bag,
Snake: Your a brand new muscle car,
And all the wheels are mag.
Burns: You make me feel as young,
As the blood I get from sheep,
McCallister: Your like Jaclyn Basset,
In my favorite film... The Deep.
Moe: Your **y and exotic,
Like a hooker from Bales,
Dr. Hibbert: Or a patient with insurance,
Who's crawling with disease.
All: Your a sundae underneath two great big cherries!
Marge: Keep in mind they're only temporary!
All: Still we'd like to say that we are very, very,
Glad to see you,
Quimby: And I degree you,
The hottest thing to hit this city since the fire that killed eleven--
(gasp from diners)
--dangerous criminals!
Diners: Hooray!
(music finishes)
Homer: And they're all mine

'O Mare E Tu (Andrea Bocelli)

'O mare e tu
Andrea with dolce pontes
E.gragnaniello/d. pontes

Sentir em nos
Sentir em nos
Ulma razao
Para nao ficarmos sos
E nesse abraco forte
Sentir o mar
Na nossa voz,
Chorar como quem sonha
Sempre navegar
Nas velas rubras deste amor
Ao onge a barca louca perde o norte.

Amore mio
Si nun ce stess'o mare e tu
Nun ce stesse manch'io
Amore mio
L'amore esiste quanno nuje
Stamme vicino a dio
Amore

No teu alhar
Um espelho de agua
A vida a navegar
Por entre sonho e a magoa
Sem um adeus sequer.
E namsamente,
Talvez no mar,
Eu veita em espuma encontre
O sol do teu olhar,
Voga ao de leve, meu amor
Ao longe a barca nua
A lodo o pano.

Amore mio
Si nun ce stess'o mare e tu
Nun ce stesse manch'io
Amore mio
L'amore esiste quanno nuje
Stamme vicino a dio
Amore
Amore mio
Si nun ce stess'o mare e tu
Nun ce stesse manch'io
Amore mio
L'amore esiste quanno nuje
Stamme vicino a dio
Amore

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

Even for us
Even for us
There's a reason
That keeps us here
And if you hold me tight
I'll cry, and i'll cry
Until i'd let myself go and
Moisten you with my tears
The tears of my love
A man lost his heart
In that street.

My love
If the sea and you were not here
I wouldn't be here either
My love
Love exists when
We are close to god
My love

Even for us
Even for us
There's another world
That'll never separate us
And without ever saying goodbye
I'll leave this place,
And you'll be gone
And that's why we'll never part
Nothing
Will take our love away
A man finds his heart
In that street

My love
If the sea and you were not here
I wouldn't be here either
My love,
Love exists when
We are close to god
My love
My love
If the sea and you were not here
I wouldn't be here either
My love
Love exists when
We are close to god
My love.

O.C.M.O.P. (M.O.P.)




featuring O.C.

Brooklyn! Uh yeah! Now check this shit out

Verse one: O.C.

Now check this mother** capo right here
Mash Out Posse SLASH O.C. come together like a glock and a clip
We gon' jam when its time to blast!
Big niggaz that rap we bout to get in your**
We done played the background ay yo all my peops
I'm naming names ** it it's on
I'm taking it back to some Brooklyn shit
With this ten-man clique
Who don't know how to act, lookin for some niggaz to hit
And if you ever think it can't happen to you
You might just end up in the East River with some bale-ass shoes
I ain't playin no more, I'm gonna bring it to your**raw
I flipped the word around, nigga, this means WAR
Yo, ** that, Brooklyn's on the map forever
To Billy and Fame, I hope you niggaz down for whatever
With Mike, go get the guns when its time to shoot
To Brooklyn I give a 21-GUN SALUTE
(Come on)

Chorus:

Flatbush *cut and scratched*
--Crown Heights-- "Thought I'd remind y'all"
Brownsville *cut and scratched* (Firing Squad)
"Thought I'd remind y'all" *scratching*
Bushwick *cut and scratched* "(See I) Thought I'd remind y'all"
?? *cut and scratched*
--East New York-- "Thought I'd remind y'all"

Verse two: Lil' Fame

I used to roll 'em, this is a holdup
MAKE em roll up, come up out your clothes and get your whole shit swole
up
This game ain't changed cause I became a rapping dude
I'm still a black cat, quick, and straight clapping dude
(Try to act rude) Play the mascott
With your clown**ways, these days, look what your**got
Clap, shot the body, I'm keeping it real
That cartoon**nigga thought he was King of the Hill
That whole shit was animation, immitation
When I shipped that**on out, like immigration
Ways of Emancipation, Proclamation
Constitutional rights, the LAST GENERATION
Your facin, M.O.P., O.G.'s
Flippin this track with O.C.
Niggaz know we, hold this shit down for Brooklyn, nigga!
Where guns spark and leave them things smoking, nigga!

Chorus

Verse three: Billy Danze

Hot damn! Danze shot your head
Full cooperation, I'm taking donations, ante up the bread
(Clap, clap!) You got that fat while we were gone
So the balance that I wrote like ???, we're taking on
Put the rest of that shit in the bag
I would tear your**to pieces, so you please don't make me mad
(Here we go again!) You ain't known, I control my destiny
I only got love for the thugs that's next to me
(Who that?) Berkuance, soldier, I'm ill
*pause* I told ya, I'm real!
And I've been doing a double danly
Everyone ?from my crew is sayin? (Daddy, don't fail me)
Hold on, the way that I jettin my foes may never be even
I'm one of them dudes that niggaz refuse to believe in
(Life is full of obstacles!) so keep weeping
(At 24-years old) My only goal is too keep breathing

*scratching* --Brooklyn-- "Thought I'd remind y'all"

Panis Et Circenses (Caetano Veloso)

Eu quis cantar
Minha canção iluminada de sol

Soltei os panos, sobre os mastros no ar
Soltei os tigres e os leões, nos quintais
Mas as pessoas na sala de jantar
São ocupadas em nascer e morrer

Mandei fazer
De puro aço, luminoso um punhal
Para matar o meu amor, e matei
Às cinco horas na Avenida Central
Mas as pessoas na sala de jantar
São ocupadas em nascer e morrer

Mandei plantar
Folhas de sonho no jardim do solar
As folhas sabem procurar pelo sol
E as raízes procurar, procurar
Mas as pessoas na sala de jantar
Essas pessoas da sala de jantar
São as pessoas da sala de jantar
Mas as pessoas na sala de jantar
São ocupadas em nascer e em morrer


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