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Remorse Is For The Dead (Lamb Of God)

The dirty lord of the manor surveys his filthy domain
Too many nights raising hell worked a little all too well.
Constructed a monument to denial and excess
Sunk so low, crawled so far back there's nowhere left to regress.
If these walls could talk, they would tell a horror story
Never-ending winter, violence and infidelity
Shadows fall through broken panes
Careless words that are filled with hate
Just enough to keep it together, never enough to make it work.
All the tongues here are forked.
We are a hailstorm of broken glass, follow the path of least expectance.
A huge stinking pile of sick, pile it higher and higher.
Light the match, start the fire.
Level this place and take us with it.
Surroundings are irate.
Crack of dawn brings naught but pain.
Resentment steadily grows.
Laughing in teh gallows.
Full throttle determined to fail, pedal to the metal asleep at the wheel.
We are the lucky ones, welcome home.
Poisoned nerves and a bloody antidote
Violence is not an aberration, it's a rule.
Dying beyond the pale.
Your beatings will continue until my morale improves.
I don't hate you, I'm just romving an enemy.
Remorse is for the dead, my enemy.
Remorse is for the dead

War For Sale (Shadow Gallery)

Time came to leave
You know there's something
About the principle
Of what goes on behind the scenes
The military machine
The way they led me on...
Stiletto in the sand
Thrusted down in anger
Bloody to the handle
Diamond red
Machines of mass destruction
Well I helped to design them
The guilt of children's blood stains on my hands
The word from the board room
Our boys in Tehran have scored
How long till we realize the truth?
The bottom line of defense and world security
The bankers and the ministry of arms
Just cut the deal and the war is on
The village burned the desert set ablaze
Who are these men with their finger's in everybody's pie?
Big rockets and their profiles all the rage
Their business plan calls for war for sale
Please understand
Until I saw all this
I never thought about the third world trampled under wheels
Out in the streets and in the fields
I simply questioned it all...
Stiletto in the sand
Fingers on the triggers
Tempers boiling over
Bleed them red
Machines of mass destruction
Oh why did I design them?
The guilt of children's blood stains on my hands
Napalm and land mines
Nobody left alive
How long 'til we realize the truth?
The bottom line of defense and world security
the banker's and the ministry of arms
Just cut the deal and the war is on
The market screams a recommended buy
The contract's in don't just sit there get your broker on the line
Big money left their morals far behind
Guess what we've got - we got war for sale
How long 'til we realize the truth?
The bottom line of defense and world security
the banker's and the ministry of arms
Just cut the deal and the war is on
The village burned the desert set ablaze
Who are these men with their finger's in everybody's pie?
Then freedom's ring departed from today
There's just no doubt - we got war for sale!

After The Rain (Mya)

(first verse)
tried to go on my way without you
why did you go (why did you go)
everyday im lost wit out u
i jus dont noe (i jus dont noe)

we were laughin and joking like nothing
then you take it from me all the sudden
oooooo why did u leave (why did u leave)
you were my homie my man lk mah sista
wen i needed u there u wood listen
i seen a rainbow yesterday remember u usta sey

after the rain the sun shines then a brighter day
after the rain change comes doesnt stay the same
after the rain the sun shines then a brighter day
after the rain things slowly change theres no more pain
after the rain

memories from and on my pillow
oooo i hear that song (i hear that song)
they sey that u dont no wat some body relle truly means
until there gone (until there gone)

you were my homie my man lk mah sista
and im tryin so hard but i miss you
oooo how can this be (how can this be)
those all who were wit u id walk for
now im here by myself gurl i need you
noone cood ever fill ur shoes ur one in a million u

after the rain the sun shines then a brighter day
after the rain change comes doesnt stay the same
after the rain the sun shines then a brighter day
after the rain things slowly change theres no more pain
after the rain

baby a lil drip drop wont stop
got me cryin waterfalls yeah
cuz i miss u
and i no that one dayyy soon the sun is gonna dry up the rain one day ill see u again

after the rain the sun shines then a brighter day
after the rain change comes never stayz the same
after the rain the sun shines then a brighter day
after the rain things slowly change theres no more pain
after the rain

things will get much better so baby dry ur eyes
every day struggles no more room for me to cry
gotta keep ur head up gotta stay strong

2 Way Street (Slick Rick)





Well I shot some there then I copped some beer
And did a show up in West Bubble** somewhere
Due to raps wider ratio satellites to Nato
Hillbilly draws flew on the stage like tomatoes
Apparently more mack than I thought
Unfortunately wife piece back in New York
And I'm starvin
Being human and open with
A mad fine hillbilly woman was scoping Rick
Thought entered how to lean and bent it
Though I'm not gonna lie I was extremely tempted
(To what, Rick?) To discharge in a sista
Next thing in the dressing room, "Pardon me, mister"
Yes, I said cautiously
"Crazy, but possibly
you could sign your name on the back of these Dazy Duke shorts for me"
Try to resist, now girlfriend startin' it
The pen won't write, "You can press down hard on it" -
Now my hand browsing her South end
Spun around about to shove my tongue in her mouth when
Rring! - Loosen the grip my hell had
My girl, she was talking so nice I felt bad
Being untrue, no telling what it might do to her
"I love you", forced to say I love you back too to her
Any thought of getting pussy was doomed to:"You got a wife?"
And a verse we coming up soon to -
Got off the phone, cock just got mute
Don't get me wrong it's not like you're not cute (Uh-huh)
I'm wrong for mistreating her, the wanting to skeeting her
"I understand, goodbye, it was real nice meetin' ya"
What an angel overcoming his wrongness
The moral I am trying to get across in this song is

If goodness is what you're filling your soul with
And wanna find a woman you can chill and grow old with
Who keeps no secret, like who they creep with
Realise early it's a 2 way street, kid (Say what?)
Goodness is what you're filling your soul with
And wanna find a woman you can chill and grow old with
Who keeps no secret, like who they creep with
Realise early it's a 2 way street, kid

Casually seating with some thick chords eating
With my album playing at a big board meeting
"I love this", being the coolest and the ruffest
A big willie woman pulls the Ruler in her office
And fixed a wedge in her garment, unsteady my heart went
'Cause her office looked like a three bedroom apartment -
Pounding was inevitable
She said to me "Rick, I think your album is incredible"
The way the hon' upon I, comin' on a sun I
"You're so darn **y with that patch over your one eye"
Well I'm glad you think it's boomin' and I catch ya
Means a lot to me, coming from a woman of your stature
I mean, who could resist the Don head?
Start caressing Rick private, kiss me on the neck
And I can't be held accountable if down her gown I pull
Girlfriend pussy look plump and poundable
She sweats the set me emporer
Put one of your legs up on the desk and let me enter ya
Fantastic, though I start to act drastic
When I see my wedding band 'pon the bitch left**cheek
Deep down, she felt that I tried to diss
I'm like, I can't do this as much as I'd like to miss
An angel overcoming his wrong, kids
The point that I am trying to get across in this song is

If goodness is what you're filling your soul with
And wanna find a woman you can chill and grow old with
Who keep no secret, like who they creep with
Realise early it's a 2 way street, kid (Say what?)
Goodness is what you're filling your soul with
And wanna find a woman you can chill and grow old with
Who keep no secret, like who they creep with
Realise early it's a 2 way street, kid

Breaking Point (Divine Regale)

Black plagues, line a fading sky.
A dying world stripped to the bone,
Intoxicated by the madness.
Blood weeps from open wounds.

And still the fires rage,
Consumed, now chaos reigns.
Our pride dissolved,
The rise and fall,
The breaking point,
Burned and crossed.

Lost,
Now immune to all the carnage,
We turn upon ourselves.

Within these times of desperation,
We are the virus that has infected,
To its last.

Nothing is sacred,
Nothing shall be saved,
No one shall be spared the horror,
That has yet to come.

Destroy and discard,
This is all that we know.

Blackened flesh, blistered,
Hangs from skeletal frames
Stalking this arid wasteland,
Our minds immune to change.

The shreds of morality,
Fall by the wayside,
As we are left to ponder,
These black box revelations.

In these days to come,
In this,
Our final hour,
We will witness the true depths to which,
Humanity can sink.

Humanity can sink.

We will learn,
To suffer.
We will learn,
To fail.
And before long,
We will beg for the end.

And still the fires rage,
Consumed, now chaos reigns.
Our pride dissolved,
The rise and fall.
The breaking point,
Burned and crossed.

Final Expression (Unbroken)

i can feel you reach out to me i can hear you scream out
to me i feel so helpless why we both bleed
bound to my mortality severed from all morality
stabbed again by my own will witnessing our decent as we fell
consumed by remorse no words could ever change this course
committed the ultimate decision nobody can stop the incision
when all i have to live for is laid out before me lefe love regret
what was it all worth i give it to you for what it's worth
it is the last thing i have to give it is the last thing i have to give
it is the last t5hing you haven't taken from me
the final expression is giving up all expression.

Go (Asrai)

A craving is calling me
Desire in all its splendor
Pulsating, rushing sounds
Getting louder and louder

Go, go
Show you the secret me
Flaunting my desire
Moral virtues are beneath me
Oblivious to pain

Go, go To the underground
Hey, hey Let's die forever
No, no No limits here
Open up, you know you want to

Let's go

Feed me with your last breath
Embrace your destination
Take me as far as you dare
I'm on the edge so....

Go, go To the underground
Hey, hey Let's die forever
No, no No limits here
Open up, you know you want to

Let's go

Feel the force out of control
Shattered dreams are taking over
Fears have lost their lustre now
Excel in all my senses
Give it up . Give it

Go, go To the underground
Hey, hey Let's die forever
No, no No limits here
Open up, you know you want to

Let's go

Turn On The TV (Earl Jean)

Collect your senses and your wits
What you've left of your mind
All the so called modern caring virtues
Are the moral teaching you can find
So let's turn on the TV
Get a few more debts and you must ????
Turn on the TV as it takes a horizontal hold on all your energy

Just gotta get gotta get gotta go gotta get up out of here
Just gotta get gotta get gotta go gotta get up out of here

We go to the place over the hill
Where the grass is greener
Where the life is sweeter
But all the time we know
That it never is (that it never is that it never is that it never is)
And it's very likely
That we never will

Found myself talking to one of those quadraphonic pioneers
He said give up that stereo
Boy I said I've only got two ears
Things ain't so black and white
When grey is the colour of my best(?girl)friends hair(?sweater)
Turn on the TV and create some greyness circulating in the air

Just gotta get gotta get gotta go gotta get up out of here
Just gotta get gotta get gotta go gotta get up out of here

We go to the place over the hill
Where the grass is greener
Where the life is sweeter
But all the time we know
That it never is (that it never is that it never is that it never is)
And it's very likely
That we never will

Closer (Lamb)

Things change yet so much stays the same
Lifes just a dream we have of reality
Love's strength enhances what we have
And then strips us of our sanity
Still I stay
Growing strong
Every day
Closer to you
It's strange
Yet somehow obvious
That what we want the most
We must let go
Your head is freer still than mine
And not so cluttered with morality
Still I stay
Growing strong
Every day
Closer to you
Closer to you
Memories cloud our minds
Invading too much time
We build our own cages
Blames of no significance
In love its of no relevance to life
This very moment
I try every day
So still I stay
Growing strong
Every day
Closer to you
So still I stay
Growing strong
Every day
Closer to you
Closer to you

Alt Var Mye Bedre Under Krigen (Ole Paus)



Å leve i et rekkehus kan være et slit,
Om du slår på TV-en får du stuen full av drit.
Skjeggete menn myldrer frem
Og snakker nynorsk selv i dannede menneskers hjem.

Stygge mennesker i stygge klær.
Si meg, er det ment å være morsomt, det der?
Takk, da var det bedre før.
Det var en gang da gode nordmenn hadde godt humør.

Alt var mye bedre under krigen, den gang hadde vi kultur.
Da vi hadde det fælt, da hadde vi det helt topp,
For fjernsynets underholdningsavdeling var ikke funnet opp.
Alt var mye bedre under krigen, jeg svarer hver gang noen spør
At det var lite mat og kaldt,
Men likevel, alt i alt:
Alt var bedre før.

Dagens ungdom, alvorlig talt, hør her
Hva er det dagens ungdom tror at den er?
En arbeidssky og ekkel klikk
Som fyller gode hjem med redselsfull musikk.

Kutt ut pratet om at vi må forstå dem.
Slutt med å sy puter under armene på dem.
Ungdomsklubber, jeg sier nei.
Hvis de vil gå til helvete, så gjerne for meg.

Alt var mye bedre under krigen, den gang hadde ungdom stil.
Det ungdommen gjør, det bør ungdommen selv få blø for.
Det ungdommen trenger er noe skikkelig å dø for.
Alt var mye bedre under krigen, nå er det bare fyll og rør.
Den kommende slekt
mangler rett og slett respekt,
Kort sagt: alt var bedre før.

Oslo sentrum en vanlig kveld
Er noe midt imellom et apesirkus og en bordell.
Svartinger som lukter løk
Ferdes åpenlyst selv i byens beste strøk.

Negere passer til boksing og chess,
Men ikke som medlemmer i KMS.
Det er snart en skam å være hvit,
Hvem i all verden var det som fikk disse menneskene hit?

Alt var mye bedre under krigen, da fikk en nordmann gå i fred.
Det er en større påkjenning enn mange aner
Å bli tiltalt på norsk av en pakistaner.
Alt var mye bedre under krigen, la oss slå oss sammen før det er for sent
La folk være som de er
Bare de ikke er det her
La oss holde Norge rent
Hurra for Vike Krogh
La oss holde Norge rent


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