Lost machine, giant maze
Big engine, cruising space
Ozone years, controlled daze... keeps the engine running
Silver beams, analyze
Robot teams, supervise
That was then, this is now... it must run anyhow
Don't you try, to know why
We can't talk, close that door
My father, remembers
Grand-father, remembers
Patching holes, in the sky... it's running all of the time
I can tell, this is hell
No one talks, no one talks
One day will we understand
How much the future is here right now?
One day will they understand...
How true... the future is here, and how!
Remain silent
Lost machine, never fails
3-D screen, one message
Keep working, generate... it's the same everyday
Don't you try, to know why
I can't talk, close that door
My father gave me a small stone that he received from his father. This
stone was brought from earth by our early ancestors over 3OO years ago,
since the machine started working. Our mission... my mission, to reach
central control and throw it into some vital part of the main engine...
and blow the precious generator... I do not want to have to pass this
down to my own son...
Negatron (Voivod)
High, some positron
speeding ion
cruising along
low, down inward flow
magnetosphere
negative glow
now, what's going on
Motive, unclear
There's something wrong
Yes, hypnotronik
Polarity
Rising sun
No, guide lining lead
Generator
Breaks over me
So close to the core
Lay down, here comes
The negatron
Maybe plan a-1 should be
to make a b-line out of here
sub-electrosquad
of vagabond
ultra matter
out, get out of here
nucleonik
vacu-vampire
out, get out of here
you magno void
damn negatron
Scared To Death (W.A.S.P.)
Grit your teeth and listen for the gun
Get in the runners block and kneel
And run the human race
That decadent decathalon and
Let the games begin for real
Stop scaring me- it's bedlam in paradise
Stop I can't see- nowhere I can hide
Scared to run, this monstrous
Marathon of fear
I run the races with a dark horse to win
Across a finish line of fear
I swim a sea of skin, afraid to drown in flesh
X-generations revolutions here
Scared to have **- I don't wanna die
Scared I'll be next- I'm scared for my life
Dying to live, but there ain't no way
Outta here alive- all we're all scared there's
Nowhere to run- I'm scared to death
Nowhere to hide- scared I'll be next
Oh- stop, stop, stop, stop
Nowhere to run- I'm scared to death
Nowhere to hide- scared I'll be next
Oh- stop, stop, stop, stop
Am I a prisoner of the universe?
Is destiny fixed among the stars?
Should I cry or laugh?
All I know is that
The best time to laugh
Is any time you can
Life's one big party- thrown here by God
We all get invitations- if we want them or not
It's all truth or dare and nothing is fair, no
No no
We're all scared there's
Oh, it's the decade of fear
No way out of here, no, no, no
No, no, no - no, no, no - no, no, no
Oh scream in my ears
Oh stop what I hear, no, no, no
No, no, no - no, no, no - no, no, no
It Takes A Fool To Remain Sane (The Ark)
Whatever happened to the funky race?
A generation lost in pace
Wasn't life supposed to be more than this?
In this kiss I'll change your bore for my bliss
But let go of my hand and it will slip on the sand
If you don't give me the chance
to break down the walls of attitude
I ask nothing of you
not even your gratitude
And if you think I'm corny
then it will not make me sorry
It's your right to laugh at me
and in turn that's my oppurtunity
to feel brave
Because ridicule is no shame
Oh, it's just a way to eclipse hate
It's just a way to put my back straight
Oh, it's just a way to remain sane
Every morning I would see her getting off the bus
The picture never drops, it's like a multicoloured snapshot
stuck in my brain
It kept me sane for a couple of years
as it drenched my fears
of becoming like the others
who become unhappy mothers
and fathers of unhappy kids
and why is that?
'Cos they've forgotten how to play
Oh, maybe they're afraid to feel ashamed
to seem strange, to seem insane
to gain weight, to seem**
I tell you this
That it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, in this world all covered up in shame
(Oh, take it to the stage)
So, take it to the stage in a multicoloured jacket
Take it jackpot, crackpot, strutting like a peacock
Nailvarnish Arkansas, shimmy-shammy featherboah
Crackpot, haircut, dye your hair in glowing red and blue
Do, do, do what you wanna do
Don't think twice, do what you have to do
Do, do, do, do, let your heart decide
what you have to do
That's all there is to find
'Cos it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, in this world all covered up in shame
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, in this world all covered up in shame
Oh, it takes a fool
(It takes a fool to remain sane)...
It Takes A Fool To Remane Sane (The Ark)
It Takes A Fool To Remain Sane
Whatever happened to the funky race?
A generation lost in pace
Wasn't life supposed to be more than this?
In this kiss I'll change your bore for my bliss
But let go of my hand and it will slip on the sand
If you don't give me the chance
to break down the walls of attitude
I ask nothing of you
not even your gratitude
And if you think I'm corny
then it will not make me sorry
It's your right to laugh at me
and in turn that's my oppurtunity
to feel brave
Because ridicule is no shame
Oh, it's just a way to eclipse hate
It's just a way to put my back straight
Oh, it's just a way to remain sane
Every morning I would see her getting off the bus
The picture never drops, it's like a multicoloured snapshot
stuck in my brain
It kept me sane for a couple of years
as it drenched my fears
of becoming like the others
who become unhappy mothers
and fathers of unhappy kids
and why is that?
'Cos they've forgotten how to play
Oh, maybe they're afraid to feel ashamed
to seem strange, to seem insane
to gain weight, to seem**
I tell you this
That it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, in this world all covered up in shame
(Oh, take it to the stage)
So, take it to the stage in a multicoloured jacket
Take it jackpot, crackpot, strutting like a peacock
Nailvarnish Arkansas, shimmy-shammy featherboah
Crackpot, haircut, dye your hair in glowing red and blue
Do, do, do what you wanna do
Don't think twice, do what you have to do
Do, do, do, do, let your heart decide
what you have to do
That's all there is to find
'Cos it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, in this world all covered up in shame
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, in this world all covered up in shame
Oh, it takes a fool
(It takes a fool to remain sane)...
Patchouli (The Ark)
I've got sunshine in the palms of my hands
Generating slowly
into somekind of a wave of a trance
Oh, I'm reacting madly
If I was home
I wouldn't be late to tell you
'Cos sure I would like to burn
but if I'm gonna burn
Oh, then it must be fire
Oh, but now it burns, burns, burns, burns
So it must be fire
but tell me love
ain't this desire
I can't tell love from desire
but it sure feels good
Must be something in the air that I breathe
Oh, that affects me wildly
And to put it as it makes my blood seethe
is to express it mildly
Oh no, oh no
I wouldn't dream of dreaming that dream
'Cos sure I would like to burn
but if I'm gonna burn
Oh, then it must be fire
Oh, but now it burns, burns, burns, burns
So it must be fire
but tell me love
ain't this desire
I can't tell love from desire
but it sure feels good
Oh, sure I would like to burn
but if I'm gonna burn
Oh, then it must be fire
Oh, but now it burns, burns, burns, burns
So it must be fire
but tell me love
ain't this desire
I can't tell love from desire
but it sure feels good
Movers And Morons (Swingin Utters)
You could move faster you could move like you should (traffic on the bridges at bay) while the bitch and bastard has got you by the jewels (buried in the working day) and your motivation are the ones who could (the ones who do it in their own way) devastation floats in your gene pool (your father's proud 'cuz you earned your pay)
You're a do-er you're a do-on ** the world drop the neutron you're a mover you're a moron You're the cops and clip coupons
Police are apathetic to protect and serve (the housing plan's provided) your friends and family get what they deserve (classes remain divided) the priest is praying for losing faith in the world ('cuz everyone was invited) sticking to your guns 'cuz you ain't got the nerve (and the N.R.A. are delighted) only the criminal knows how the criminal fits in (your kids know how to bitch and moan) cram them in the cells and they'll learn how to bend (because their generation's prone) a diamond in the rough to a nickel in the fen (more than one in the telephone) unjust is not the cuff its the truncheon's other end (and who receives the broken bones) its new year's eve, half past eleven (Dick out in the tenderloin) the rain's coming down like pennies from heaven (the cops say there's no such coin) bullets in the clouds from 357s (stay out of Hunter's Point) every new year a new deadly lesson (and two of mother's dead little boys)
Ize Of The World (The Strokes)
I think I know what you mean but watch what you say
'cause they'll be try to knock you down in some way
Sometimes it feels like the world is falling asleep
How do you wake someone up from inside a dream?
You never wondered and searched for this place in the night
You gotta follow this field like following light
But such a music was born and brought you round
And I'll take you right there but it's meaning direction
I'll trip you up
You said that you smiled
It not in your eyes
Your eyeballs won?t change
It's the muscles around your eyes
An egg to fertilize
A pulse to stabilize
A body to deodorize
A life to scrutinize
A child to criticize
We live just to modernize
Instead of being terrorize
Generations to desensi?
You're dreams are sweet and obsessed
And you're overworked
You've over taken my visions of being overlooked
I'm disappointed with the idea P-P-B
To see such our power in our hands all wasted on greed
In my head
There's not two instincts
I don't like that chances
Thus free and detached
Bullshit they don't!
She said that music was born
And a touch from your heart
Easy free time to free months
Are from falling apart
Night after night
You turn off the light
You don't fall asleep
Right away
Only, only then
A bed to organize
A product to advertise
A market to monopolize
Movie stars you idolize
News to scandalize
Enemies to neutralize
No time to apologize
Shot them to tranquilize
Weapons to synchronize
Cities to vapor-i
[By Dd]
Blood Money (Overkill)
Who's the one you pray to?
Who's your Jesus man?
Where you go when it's over and done even if you can't?
With bruises on your ego, personality in a sling,
Clinging to selfrighteous pity never meant a thing.
So who is your big brother?
Who's your savior man?
Just some ink on the dotted line, an X if ya can't.
See misery loves company, you'll never feel a need,
We're guaranteed a lifetime... at least until ya bleed.
Suck the life out through the eyes.
Windows to another world.
Sifting through assorted lies,
Welcome to another brand new world.
A lot of people do it,
It happens everyday.
Doubt you'll ever know it's gone, don't use it anyway.
So come on in you'll sit right down I gotta deal for you.
A matter of integrity, here's all ya gotta do-o.
I'm not dealing with you..!
Not the one to thank,
Execution therapy,
Put that in your bank.
I am dealing with you...!
No one here to thank!
Too much insecurity,
Put that up your bank...!
I'm not dealing with you...!
No one here to thank!
** you insecurity,
Put that up your bank...
Killahead (W.A.S.P.)
Killa god unholy me
Orgasamatic I
Screaming head give kill a machine
Organism my hi-tech **
And hi-tech death, oh they're both the best
All I wanna, all I wanna get and wanna know
All I wanna know, just let it roll
All over unholy me
Killahead, killahead, Oh yeah, Killahead, Killa
Killahead, Killahead, Oh yeah, Killahead, Killa
Die, baby, die, oh hell yeah
Die, baby, die, gonna make your mother cry
Killahead, killahead
Die, baby, die, oh hell yeah
Cry, baby, cry, gonna make your mother die
Killahead, killahead
Screamer god do mondo me
Orgasmatic I
Super god give a head machine
Organism my hi-tech ** , (I'll do ya like)
And hi-tech death, (the animal you are)
Oh they're both the best, (execution style)
All I wanna, all I wanna get
I wanna know, (Your head's a hole)
All I wanna know, (just let it roll)
All over unholy me
Killahead, killahead, Oh yeah, Killahead, killa
Killahead, killahead, Oh yeah ,Killahead, Killa
Die, baby, die, oh hell yeah
Die, baby, die, gonna make your mother cry
Killahead, killahead
Die, baby, die, oh hell yeah
Cry, baby, cry, gonna make your mother die
Killahead, killahead
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A video I made to the song Generation Execute by the band Lard. Taken from their album Pure Chewing Satisfaction. All credit goes to the band Lyrics: GENERAT...
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