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Great for these festivities
EL CALOR DEL AMOR EN UN BAR (GABINETE CALIGARI) Amor, la noche ha sido larga y llena de emoción, pero amanece y me apetece estar juntos los dos. Los bares, que lugares tan gratos para conversar. No hay como el calor del amor en un bar. Amor, no he sabido encontrar el momento justo pues con el frÃo de la noche no estaba a gusto. Mozo, ponga un trozo de bayonesa y un café, que a la señorita la invita Monsieur. Y dos alondras nos observan sin gran interés. El camarero está leyendo el "As" con avidez. Los bares, que lugares tan gratos para conversar. No hay como el calor del amor en un bar. Amor, aunque a estas horas ya no estoy muy entero, al fin llego el momento de decirlo:"te quiero" Pollo, otro bollo no me tenga que levantar. No hay como el calor del amor en un bar. Jefe, no se queje y sirva otra copita más. No hay como el calor del amor en un bar. El calor del amor en un bar el calor del amor en un bar. José Retired |
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and on i read
until the day was gone and i sat in regret of all the things I've done for all that i've blessed and all that i've wronged in dreams until my death i will wonder on -audioslave |
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Here I stand head in hand Turn my face to the wall If she's gone I can't go on Feelin' two-foot small Everywhere people stare Each and every day I can see them laugh at me And I hear them say Hey you've got to hide your love away Hey you've got to hide your love away How could I even try I can never win Hearing them, seeing them In the state I'm in How could she say to me Love will find a way Gather round all you clowns Let me hear you say Hey you've got to hide your love away Hey you've got to hide your love away All you can say is WHAT happened. You do not know why. You will never know why. |
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"This Place Is A Prison" - The Postal Service
This place is a prison And these people aren't your friends Inhaling thrills through $20 bills And the tumblers are drained and then flooded again And again There are guards at the on ramps armed to the teeth And you may case the grounds from the cascades to puget sound, But you are not permitted to leave I know there's a big world out there like the one i saw on the screen In my living room late last night, It was almost too bright to see And i know that it's not a party if it happens every night Pretending there's glamour and candelabra When you're drinking by candlelight What does it take to get a drink in this place? What does it take, how long must i wait? Was der hahn ?!?!? |
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Something About England
(The Clash) They say immigrants steal the hubcaps Of the respected gentlemen They say it would be wine an' roses If England were for Englishmen again Well I saw a dirty overcoat At the foot of the pillar of the road Propped inside was an old man Whom time would not erode When the night was snapped by sirens Those blue lights circled fast The dancehall called for an' ambulance The bars all closed up fast My silence gazing at the ceiling While roaming the single room I thought the old man could help me If he could explain the gloom You really think it's all new You really think about it too The old man scoffed as he spoke to me I'll tell you a thing or two I missed the fourteen-eighteen war But not the sorrow afterwards With my father dead and my mother ran off My brothers took the pay of hoods The twenties turned the north was dead The hunger strike came marching south At the garden party not a word was said The ladies lifted cake to their mouths The next war began and my ship sailed With battle orders writ in bed In five long years of bullets and shells We left tem million dead The few returned to old Piccadily We limped around Leicster Square The world was busy rebuilding itself The architects could not care But how could we know when I was young All the changes that were to come? All the photos in the wallets on the battlefield And now the terror of the scientific sun There was masters an' servants an' servants an' dogs They taught you how to touch your cap But through strikes an' famine an' war an' peace England never closed this gap So leave me now the moon is up But remember all the tales I tell The memories that you have dredged up Are on letters forwarded from hell The streets were by now deserted The gangs had trudged off home The lights clicked off in the bedsits An' old England was all alone |
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"I look at you, and you look at me, and
Deep in our hearts know it. That you weren't much of a muse, But then, I weren't much of a poet." -Nick Cave, There She Goes, My Beautiful World |
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quote: I did, baby. In the Random Jukebox thread. Some discussion follows link, check the next page too. Great song, eh? Remember kids, the internet loves you. Even though sometimes it touches you in the bad place. |
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mmm, I've loved it since I was a child, and didn't get the lyrics at all.
Right now I'm having a hifi-crisis. Tomorrow is New Years eve, and my cheap mini-stereo is finished. What should I do? #1 panic and buy a new stupid mini-thing since I can't afford something real #2 get me up to my attic and find my perfectly good NAD amplifier and connect it to the shitty loudspeakers and one of the kids' discmans #3 manage with one of the kids' portable radio/cd-players You can tell that option 2 is what I like best, but I'm the cook, and I'm afraid we'll never have dinner if I'm scrambling about with some cable all day. All you can say is WHAT happened. You do not know why. You will never know why. |
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Big Black - Kerosene
I was born in this town Live here my whole life Probably come to die in this town Live here my whole life Never anything to do in this town Live here my whole life Never anything to do in this town Live here my whole life Probably learn to die in this town Live here my whole life Nothing to do, sit around at home Sit around at home, stare at the walls Stare at each other and wait till we die Stare at each other and wait till we die Probably come to die in this town Live here my whole life There's Kerosene around, something to do There's Kerosene around, she's something to do There's Kerosene around, she's something to do There's Kerosene around, we'll find something to do Kerosene around, she's something to do Kerosene around, set me on fire Set me on fire, Kerosene Set me on fire, Kerosene Set me on fire, Kerosene Set me on fire, Kerosene Set me on fire Kerosene around, something to do There's Kerosene around, find something to do There's Kerosene around, find something to do Kerosene around, find something to do Kerosene around, she's something to do Kerosene around, set me on fire Set me on fire, Kerosene Set me on fire, Kerosene Set me on fire, Kerosene Set me on fire, Kerosene Set me on fire Kerosene around, she's something to do Kerosene around, now what do we do? Jumped Kerosene, now what do we do? Jumped Kerosene, now what do we do? Kerosene around, nothing to do Jumped Kerosene, now what do we do? Never anything to do in this town Never anything but jump Kerosene Never anything to do in this town Never anything Jump Kerosene Set me on fire, Kerosene Set me on fire, Kerosene Set me on fire, Kerosene Set me on fire, Kerosene Set me on fire |
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Echo+Bunnymen
The Cutter Who's on the seventh floor Brewing alternatives What's in the bottom drawer Waiting for things to give Spare us the cutter Spare us the cutter Couldn't cut the mustard Conquering myself Until i see another hurdle approaching Say we can, say we will Not just another drop in the ocean Come to the free for all With seven tapered knives Some of them six feet tall We will escape our lives Spare us the cutter Spare us the cutter Couldn't cut the mustard Conquering myself Until i see another hurdle approaching Say we can, say we will Not just another drop in the ocean Am i the happy loss Will i still recoil When the skin is lost Am i the worthy cross Will i still be soiled When the dirt is off Conquering myself Until i see another hurdle approaching Say we can, say we will Not just another drop in the ocean Ocean Watch the fingers close When the hands are cold Am i the happy loss Will i still recoil When the skin is lost Am i the worthy cross Will i still be soiled When the dirt is off Am i the happy loss Will i still be soiled When the dirt is off |
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Slayer/Disciple
(released 9-11-01) Drones since the dawn of time Compelled to live your sheltered lives Not once has anyone ever seen Such a rise of pure hypocracy I'll instigate I'll free your mind I'll show you what I've known all this time God Hates Us All, God Hates Us All You know it's true God hates this place You know it's true he hates this race Homicide-Suicide Hate heals, you should try it sometime Strive for Peace with acts of war The beauty of death we all adore I have no faith distracting me I know why your prayers will never be answered God Hates Us All; God Hates Us All Yeah He Fuckin' hates me Pessimist, Terrorist targeting the next mark Global chaos feeding on hysteria Cut throat, slit your wrist, shoot you in the back fair game Drug abuse, self abuse searching for the next high Sounds a lot like hell it's raining all the time I'm waiting for the day the whole world fucking dies I never said I wanted to be God's disciple I'll never be the one to blindly follow Man made virus infecting the world Self-destruct human time bomb What if there is no God would you think the fuckin' same Wasting your life in a leap of blind faith Wake the fuck up can't ignore what I say I got my own philosophy I hate everyone equally You can't tear that out of me No segregation -separation Just me in my world of enemies I never said I wanted to be God's disciple I'll never be the one to blindly follow I'll never be the one to bear the cross-disciple I reject this fuckin' race I despise this fuckin' place As far as I'm concerned, I prefer silent vice to ostentatious virtue. -Albert Einstein |
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Black Stick - The Cruel Sea
My heart is a muscle It pumps blood like a big old black steam train My veins are the tracks The city is my brain My stomach is the ocean It swallows up the sun at the end of a summer's day My breath like a breeze It blows all those storm clouds away I I I I I I My head is the city It houses all the thoughts and secrets that I have And the mayor of the city Thinks the citizens ain't half bad My arms could be weapons Or instruments of love My legs are sky scrapers They tower above you I I I I I I I I could be your whole World ________________________ differently mediated |
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This is a song I like because of the video clip, by Michel Gondry, is the most amazing example of Slavo Vorkapich film theories.
 Lucas With The Lid Off Spoken: "I'll be practicing in my mind" wha-da-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-baaa Whoa-oh-oh catch the vibes... the reggae and the ragtime Whoa-oh-oh catch the vibes, catch the vibes Whoa-oh-oh Cause it's lucas with the lid off catch the vibes, catch the vibes Whoa-oh-oh Cause it's lucas with the lid off Zem, Zem, daZem, Zem daZow, Zem Watch me now you hear me now Watch me go-oh Whatever bubbles, bubbles up... (I feeeeeel) Come follow me around come follow me now (yeah, yeah-eah) Whatever bubbles, bubbles up... (I feeeeeel) Come follow me around come follow me now (yeah, yeah-eah) Whatever bubbles, bubbles up... (I feeeeeel) Come follow me around come follow me now (yeah, yeah-eah) Whatever bubbles, bubbles up... (I feeeeeel) Come follow me around come follow me now (yeah, yeah-eah) I feeeeeel... so good Zow, zow, zow Watch me go-oh Strike the right chord, and I rap, rap my skull cap Electric, until I blow my top off I wrap my lyrics right around the globe I lay lobes and all Bit by bit I make it fit Cause I'm here to knit myself together and whatever split for my format and after that I never stay the same and treat the freak like a doormat Jump around on it I'm here to spray poetic confetti already Open open open up your skull cap and let it rain, let it rain, let it rain Let it drain All the I'm-too-cool-to-have-a-good-time- but-really-I'm-a-muted-trumpet type of talkaway Hey-ey-ey move to the front, take it off, take it off, Catch the vibes Cause it's lucas with the lid off catch the vibes, catch the vibes Whoa-oh-oh Cause it's lucas with the lid off catch the vibes, catch the vibes Whoa-oh-oh Cause it's lucas with the lid off Zem, Zem, daZow, Zow Skedadle-lah-ooh watch me now you hear me now Uh now, now, now Whatever bubbles, bubbles up... (I feeeeeel) Come follow me around come follow me now (yeah, yeah-eah) Whatever bubbles, bubbles up... (I feeeeeel) Come follow me around come follow me now (yeah, yeah-eah) Whatever bubbles, bubbles up... (I feeeeeel) Come follow me around come follow me now (yeah, yeah-eah) Whatever bubbles, bubbles up... (I feeeeeel) Come follow me around come follow me now (yeah, yeah-eah) I feeeeeel... so good I feeeeeel... so good Welcome to my brain, I got the lid off my chest I got my nut off the type of spirit that can break your framework the same by the end will stay the same hear the voice of summer Zow za zow zow but once I gotta hum a melody that represents the type of flow I kick when my tongue is swingin' like a drumstick of a jazzy type of lick everybody's got the lid on tightly afraid of what might be lurking right behind and out of safety so undo yourself and watch my rhyme go out of my lyrical chimney but don't repeat my voice to the beat when you hear the track again make up your own words Cause the rhythm is a conduit to break a split from the homegrown The well known is on to the unknown See everyone's a firecracker like a phone about to get hooked up and let look up and let look up and let whatever bubbles up out your head spread the vibes and illuminate the sky Cause it's lucas with the lid off it's lucas with the lid off it's lucas with the lid off Come on and take your lid off Watch this Watch me now you hear me now take a solo , take a solo and spread the vibes kid I hear that funky tune now now now now now now Whooooooooooo spread spread spread the vibes spread it spread it now-now now-now now-now now-now watch this mm-mm ah bap bap bap bow Watch me now you hear me now Uh now, now, now Whatever bubbles, bubbles up... (I feeeeeel) Come follow me around come follow me now (yeah, yeah-eah) Whatever bubbles, bubbles up... (I feeeeeel) Come follow me around come follow me now (yeah, yeah-eah) Whatever bubbles, bubbles up... (I feeeeeel) Come follow me around come follow me now (yeah, yeah-eah) Whatever bubbles, bubbles up... (I feeeeeel) Come follow me around come follow me now (yeah, yeah-eah) I feeeeeel... so good I feeeeeel... so good e lid off Zem, Zem, daZem, Zem daZow, Zem Watch me now you hear me now Watch me go- catch the vibes, catch the vibes Whoa-oh-oh Cause it's lucas with the lid off catch the vibes, catch ta-oh-oh Cause it's lucas with the lid off Zem, Zem, daZow, Zow Skedadle-lah-ooh watch me now you hear me now |
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lol...i ain't heard that ditty since like 93-
I'ma hafta dig out my old tapes and find it! As far as I'm concerned, I prefer silent vice to ostentatious virtue. -Albert Einstein |
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Where was I? I forgot the point that I was making. I said if I was smart that I would save up for a piece of string and a rock to wind the string around. Everybody wants a rock to wind a piece of string around.
Throw the crib door wide! Let the people crawl inside! Someone in this town is trying to burn their playhouse down. They want to stop the ones who want a rock to wind a string around, but everybody wants a rock to wind a piece of string around. If I were a carpenter, I'd hammer on my piglet. I'd collect the seven dollars and I'd buy a big prosthetic forehead and wear it on my real head. Everybody wants prosthetic foreheads on their real heads. Throw the crib door wide! Let the foreheads come inside! Someone in this town is trying to burn the foreheads down. They want to stop the ones who want prosthetic foreheads on their heads, but everybody wants prosthetic foreheads on their real heads. TMBG, We Want A Rock ........................................................................................ Drop a house on her from orbit. It's the only way to be sure. |
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Front 242 - Sacrifice excerpt:
If I don't see tomorrow then it must be black It's a land of sorrow full of deadened groans Tomorrow has no colors, it feels like the night It's a pile of cinders instead of a fire They've razed tomorrow to the ground |
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You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out. You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip, Skip out for beer during commercials, Because the revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox In 4 parts without commercial interruptions. The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary. The revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be brought to you by the Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia. The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal. The revolution will not get rid of the nubs. The revolution will not make you look five pounds thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother. There will be no pictures of you and Willie May pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run, or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance. NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32 or report from 29 districts. The revolution will not be televised. There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers in the instant replay. There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers in the instant replay. There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process. There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving For just the proper occasion. Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and women will not care if Dick finally gets down with Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people will be in the street looking for a brighter day. The revolution will not be televised. There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock news and no pictures of hairy armed women liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose. The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb, Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth. The revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be right back after a message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people. You will not have to worry about a dove in your bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl. The revolution will not go better with Coke. The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath. The revolution will put you in the driver's seat. The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised, will not be televised, will not be televised. The revolution will be no re-run brothers; The revolution will be live. ______________________________________________________________ ...after all you can chuck bones in an envelope -- remotepush "Damn it Jim, I'm a doctor not an animator!" -- Thal ...if it's that small a world, it starts to smell funny -- CayceP |
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Pavement, "Stereo Lyrics"
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"Skulls"
by the Misfits the corpses all hang headless and limp bodies with no surprises and the blood drains down like devil's rain we'll bathe tonight i want your skulls i need your skulls i want your skulls i need your skulls demon i am and face i peel to see your skin turned inside out, 'cause gotta have you on my wall gotta have you on my wall, 'cause i want your skulls i need your skulls i want your skulls i need your skulls go collect the heads of little girls and put 'em on my wall hack the heads off little girls and put 'em on my wall oh oh i want your skulls i need your skulls i want your skulls i need your skulls i want your skulls i need your skulls i want your skulls i need your skulls whoa As far as I'm concerned, I prefer silent vice to ostentatious virtue. -Albert Einstein |
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Baby, Would you eat that there snack cracker
In your special outfit for me, please? owwwWEEEEE!!!!! Yo ye pharoahs, let us walk Through this barren desert, in search of truth And some pointy boots, and maybe a few snack crackers. OWWWW WEEE baby, you make me wanna walk like a camel. OWWWW WEEE, walk! Who's in charge here, where's my Captain's wafers? Don't go around hungry now, the way you eat that oatmeal pie, Makes me just wanna die, baby, OWWWW You make me wanna walk like a camel. OWWWW WEEE, walk! Say, you don't think there's any way I could get that quarter From underneath your pointy boot, do ya? All I want is just one more oatmeal pie. OWWWW WEEE, Little Debbie, Little Debbie I'm a comin on home, baby, 'cause you make me wanna walk Like a camel, OWWWW WEEE ______________________________________________________________ ...after all you can chuck bones in an envelope -- remotepush "Damn it Jim, I'm a doctor not an animator!" -- Thal ...if it's that small a world, it starts to smell funny -- CayceP |
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