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Letras
All The Good Guys Are Dead And I'm Twisting My Moustache (Bombs Over Providence)
So it's true: 1989 really is that far away and I wouldn't care, had I not the fortune to be shown the history of memory lost.
The sky is falling down and we're being convinced that it's rain, with ideals as parasols we're soaked all the same.
Questioning what we've always known.
Here I reconcile the difference between my concern and long weekend discussions of our weakest ends, and parlour room socialism; activist party tricks.
I'll cut dead the pitch and wane of 10,000 voices screaming, and I'll draw blood from the claims that Tiananmen isn't everywhere.
Beauty is a weapon.
Spark the fuse and we could be: just enough, just in time, just of thought.
Knowing that all this belongs to us.
We will not be sold away on this forum of rights exchange.
Where have all the students gone?
Have we been bought as well?
Did we die?
Are we as guilty?
And we'll burn before we learn, we'll fan these burning textbook pages keeping us awake.
Je N'Ai Rien (From Both Sides Now) (Nana Mouskouri)
Quand je voyais les nuages
Dessiner des ombres aux feuillages
Je croyais que des coquillages
Se promenaient au ciel
Mais aujourd'hui je sais qu'ils n'ont
Que neige et pluie dans leurs cotons
Je les ai vus plus d'une fois
S'amonceler sur moi
J'ai vu le ciel des deux côtés
Ses jours de gloire, de vérité
Et c'est bien triste de penser
Que je n'ai rien appris du tout
J'ai voulu laisser mon coeur
Danser la danse du bonheur
J'ai cru que l'amour était là
Puisque tu étais là
Mais aujourd'hui je sais qu'il faut
Souvent quitter un lit trop chaud
Et pourtant si tu revenais
Tout recommencerait
J'ai vu l'amour des deux côtés
Ses jours de gloire, de vérité
Et c'est bien triste de penser
Que je n'ai rien appris du tout
J'ai eu de pauvres matins
J'ai eu le monde au creux des mains
J'ai vu des amis me parler
Comme des étrangers
Puis la sagesse est venue
Remplacer les joies perdues
Et d'autres joies sont arrivées
Et j'ai tout oublié
J'ai vu la vie des deux côtés
Ses jours de gloire, de vérité
Et c'est bien triste de penser
Que je n'ai rien appris du tout
Where In The World Is Carmen Sandiego? (Rockapella)
Well she sneaks around the world from Kiev to Carolina
She's a sticky-fingered filcher from Berlin down to Belize
She'll take you for a ride on a slow boat to China
Tell me, where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?
Steal their Seoul in South Korea, make Antarctica cry "Uncle,"
From the Red Sea to Greenland they'll be singing the blues
Well, they never Arkansas her steal the Mekong from the jungle
Tell me, where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?
She goes from Nashville to Norway, Bonaire to Zimbabwe
Chicago to Czechoslovakia and back!
Well she'll ransack Pakistan and run a scam in Scandinavia
Then she'll stick 'em up Down Under and go pick-pocket Perth
She put the Miss in misdemeanor when she stole the beans from Lima
Tell me, where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?
Oh, tell me, where in the world is...tell me, where can she be?
Botswana to Thailand, Milan via Amsterdam, Mali to Bali, Ohio, Oahu!
Well she glides around the globe, and she'll flim-flam every nation
She's a double-dealing diva with a taste for thievery
Her itinerary's loaded up with moving violations
Tell me, where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?
Vater (Das Ich)
Was kümmert es die Ewigkeit das ich am Leben bin
Wann hat mich die Wirklichkeit und wann bin ich ein Kind
Wer ist meines Geistes gleich verbrannte Flügel neben mir
Wo sind all die Bestgelehrten? Geht nicht Leid und Elend um
Was ist wenn es morgens blitzt und abends fehlt das Licht
Wenn ich mich dreh ist alles Eins und nichts davon trägt eine Seele
Wie fühlt sich wahre Liebe an und wie der blanke Hass
Fühl das kalte grauen Zittern wenn das Herz im Rhythmus bricht
Es ist Glas auf nackter Haut von den Bienen tausend Stiche
Wenn die Erinnerung an Gestern mit dem blutend Atem heute mischt
Vater wo bist du...nimm mich an die Hand
Vater wo bist du...zeig mir Leben und Verstand
Vater wo bist du...gib mir dein warmes Blut
Vater wo bist du...beschütze mich vor Gottes Zorn
Wo sind all die großen Väter
Wer mich erzieht ist geistlich reich
Tanken Om Dig (Tue West)
Jeg samler op gir mig tid
endnu et håb om enighed
jeg ordner ting jeg ellers ikke ville ordne
udadtil ser det jo godt nok ud
de kender mig
mit glade ansigt
Jeg sætter mig ned og blir så lidt svimmel
og jeg rejser mig op
jeg bør ikke overdrive
vennerne sover og jeg
er vågen til tanken om dig
Jeg griner lidt har mistet ord
mon jeg har mistet mere end det
du sagde ting jeg ikke troede du ville sige
udadtil ku jeg nok lokkes til at blive
de kender mig
den glade mand
Jeg sætter mig ned og blir så lidt svimmel
Og jeg rejser mig op
Jeg bør ikke overdrive
vennerne sover og jeg
er vågen til tanken om dig
Du gir mig ingenting
når grænsen er nået er alt for dig overstået
Jeg rejser mig sikkert nok
Jeg sætter mig ned...
Al'z A-B-Cee'z (3rd Bass)
[Alan]
A-B-C-D-E
(Wait, Alan,
may I interest you in coming over to the Giggenbush wit me?)
No no no, dis is my spot
Don't try and steal my spot
A - A is for the atrocious acts that YOU abominated and committed
A is also for ass, ate nine, eight seven and six
B B B
B is for your belligerent bitchy bottomous state of affairs bad bwoy
C is for the cantankerous condition of your character
You have no cutout
D is for the downright dastardly deeds that YOU do, dummy
Despite your degradations, +Dialect+ distributed by disc
$12.95 for record and $10.95 for tape
E - E is for the everlasting thorn in my flesh
F is for flesh itself - ** you!
G - Get out my house
H - Homer
I - Idiot
J - Jackoff
King, King K
Alan King of MY castle
L is for the locquacious letter I'm about to lacerate your fatass wit
M - my, my, my, my, my son
Alan are you mad? The question is no
N - N is for New York City
O - oh O, oh no
You mean O oppression? Ostrich-sized oppression
P - the plague that plagued our family name bitch!
Q - quote
Don't you question your quacky quagmire within your intelligence quotient?
Unquote
R R, R - you mean R R, are you ready?
Rash ravager, rudeness, unruly rambunctious rickety
rough, rest {*snores*} resume
S - shitty, savage sacred - YOU SUCKER
T T T - you wan tea bwoy? Wake up and smell da coffee!
U - you will never understand
V - vamoose, you vicious vermin
W W {*crying*} W is for the tears.. you make me wept
X, X - X amount of times I tell you
you could have gone to Xavier to study the xylophone
Y? I don't know
Z is for zany, picture perfect like Zenith
Z is for zoom, OK, clock Z's
Martian Girl (The Aquabats)
Here's a story that must be told
It's kinda new, not very old
About a female martian with a wild grin
Big orange eyes and green skin
Blue was her hair
She came from way up there
She wore silver underwear
Almost ** but she didn't care
Why oh, why did she come from
Planet V?
Well I don't know woh who who
(chorus)
Martian girl from planet V
Will you marry me?
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
She came from outer space
She came to see
If earth was good
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Well she's not a bird
She's not a plane
She's got green blood
Pumping through her veins.
She smiled at me
And that's the weirdest part
Cause this alien's teeth were razor sharp!
Why oh, why did she come from
Planet v?
Well I don't know wow wow wow
(chorus)
Martian girl from planet V
Will you marry me?
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
She came from outer space
She came to see
If earth was good
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
In the supermarket she got distracted
In the meat department
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
She's looking at me
She's looking hungry
Think she's gonna eat me!
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Well,
What a wacky alien she was
I'll tell you why kids,
Itss just because
She had an appetite that couldn't be beat
She came from space to eat people meat
I guess I didn't taste good anyway
Cause when she kissed me,
She flew away!
Why oh, why did she come from
Planet v?
Well I don't know wow wow wow
(chorus)
Martian girl from planet V
Will you marry me?
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
She came from outer space
She came to see
If earth was good
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
In the supermarket she got distracted
In the meat department
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
She's looking at me
She's looking hungry
Think she's gonna eat me!
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
-A tribute by ~*Aquajon*~
Fashion Makes No Sense (Compliments Of Gus)
So fashion makes no sense to you
Shall we regard your wedding day?
And if time is an object
Should, for the time you've wasted pay?
And money is a problem
But then that's nothing new
And attitudes unnerving
But this is social stew
So help me out and
Raise a hand
Pray the next step
Falls on promised land
Followed you to somewhere
You told me was the place to be
Found out a short time later
It was for you but not for me
And distance seperates some But not the two of us
Though some days try to break us
Somehow our love stands
So stand with me
Though we are individually
Not the same, not the same
Let's run through the game
Help me out and
Raise a hand
Pray the next step
Falls on promised land
Time Heals The Pain (Roger Midtsian)
They say time heals the pain but i'm not so sure
i've been hurt but not like this before.
Think i'll cary this hurt inside me for evermore.
they say time heals the pain but i'm not so sure.
used to save my self i lived my life that way, never had a problem i couldent whish away!
i spent my days smilin from dusk till dawn!
until i found my little boy gone.
when you where born it was a dream come true, the
sweetest thing in my whole life was you.
now it seems so meeningless whitout you by my side!
i dont know how to fill this emptyness inside.
(they say time heals the pain but i'm not so sure.
i'v been hurt bot not like this before.
i think i'll cary this hurt inside me forever more)x2
(they say time heals the pain but i'm not so sure)x2
Kopf Durch Die Wand (Megaherz)
Gott sei Dank ich bin krank
Ich bin Schizophren
Gott sei Dank ich bin krank
Ich bin wirr
Ihr wollt Mauern bau'n
Ich renn sie ein
Gott sei Dank ich bin krank
Ich bin irr
Gott sei Dank ich bin krank
Ich bin ein Psychopath wie
die Welt ihn lange nicht
gesehen hat
Mit meinem Kopf renn ich
gegen jede Wand so völlig
hirnlos ohne Verstand
Ihr reißt die Mäuler auf
Ich hab die Wut im Bauch
Wenn ich mir nur treu bin
schaffs ich alleine auch
Das ist euch zuwider
Nicht Einzusehn
Macht was ihr wollt
Das ist nicht mein Problem
Gott sei Dank ich bin krank
Ich bin Schizophren
Gott sei Dank ich bin krank
Ich bin wirr
Gott sei Dank ich bin krank
Ich bin aggressiv ohne Anstand
Mit dem Kopf durch die Wand
Gott sei Dank ich bin krank
Ich bin Schizophren
Gott sei Dank ich bin krank
Ich bin hohl
Gott sei Dank ich bin krank
Ich bin unbequem
Gott sei Dank ich bin krank
und frivol
Gott sei Dank ich bin krank
Ich bin erregt wenn mein
Benehmen euch auf den
Magen schlägt
Mit meinem Kopf voll Sand
renn ich gegen jede Wand
So völlig sinnlos
ohne Verstand
Ich gebe zu es ist nicht leicht
weil ab und zu
die Wand nicht weicht
Ich haue mir den Schädel blau
Doch scheißegal
ich weiß genau
Ich bleib mir treu
Mein wille zählt und das ist
was euch allen fehlt
Den Kopf voll Sand
gegen die Wand
So sinnlos
ohne Verstand
Ihr reißt die Mäuler auf
Ich hab die Wut im Bauch
Steckt mich in die Zelle
die zerleg ich auch
Das ist euch zuwider
Nicht Einzusehn
Macht was ihr wollt
Das ist nicht mein Problem
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