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Pink Floyd - Time

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.

"Out Of Control"

With her high heel against the wall
Kind of dancing, though not at all
She had stockings running up to her thighs
Snaps her fingers to keep the time

From the back of the room I saw her there
I said she wants to be alone and I shouldn't dare
But then she noticed me glance at her
I had no choice but to dance with her

[Chorus]
The lights that move sideways and up and down
The beat takes you over and spins you round
Our hearts steady-beating, the sweat turns to cold
We're slaves to the DJ and out of control

I watched her feet move, her hips they sway
Does a hair flip then starts to say
Oh, my God, it's my favorite song
I pull her close and she sings along

We can't slow down even if we tried
If the record keeps spinning so will I
She likes disco and tastes like a tear
Tells me don't stop dancing and she's pulling me near

[Chorus]

We've got nowhere to go, we've got nothing to prove
Instead of dancing alone, I should be dancing with you
This song is turning me on, the beat is doing me in
Or maybe it's only you, but either way, lets begin
[X3]

Joan Baez - Billy Rose (Prison Trilogy)

Billy Rose was a low rider, Billy Rose was a night fighter
Billy Rose knew trouble like the sound of his own name
Busted on a drunken charge driving someone else's car
The local midnight sheriffs claim to fame

In an Arizona jail there are some who tell the tale how
Billy fought the sergeant for some milk that he demanded
Knowing they'd remain the boss, knowing he would pay the cost
They saw he was severely repremanded

In the blackest cell on "A" Block
He hanged himself at dawn
With a note stuck to the bunk head
Don't mess with me, just take me home

Come lay, help us lay
Young Billy down

Luna was a Mexican the law called an alien
For coming across the border with a baby and a wife
Though the clothes upon his back were wet still he thought
That he could get some money and things to start a life

It hadn't been to very long when it seemed like everything went wrong
They didn't even have the time to find themselves a home
This foreigner, a brown-skin male thrown into a Texas jail
It left the wife and baby quite alone

He eased the pain inside him
With a needle in his arm
But the dope just crucified him
He died to no one's great alarm

Come lay, help us lay young Luna down
Were gonna raze, raze the prisons to the ground

Kilowatt was an aging con of 65 who stood a chance to stay alive
And leave the joint and walk the streets again
As the time he was to leave drew near he suffered all the joy and fear
Of living 35 years in the pen

And on the day of his release he was approached by the police
Who took him to the warden walking slowly by his side
The warden said "You won't remain here but it seems a state retainer
claims another 10 years of your life"

He stepped out in the Texas sunlight
The cops all stood around
Old Kilowatt ran 50 yards
Then threw himself on the ground

They may as well just laid the old man down
And we're gonna raze, raze the prisons to the ground
Help us raze the prisons to the ground

cos dla istnego, dla reszty w sumie tez

This is one DJ you don't wanna fuck with

If you want to be my friend
Put my dick in your hand
Move it left, move it right
Try to lick, suck and eat
Here I am, touch me girl
Play with me everyday
Try to guess what I am
I'm your friend, juicy pen

Put my dick in your hand
I'm your friend, juicy pen
Put my dick in your hand

This is one DJ you don't wanna fuck with

If you want to be my friend
Put my dick in your hand
Move it left, move it right
Try to lick, suck and bit
Here I am, touch me girl
Play with me everyday
Try to guess what I am
I'm your friend, juicy pen

If you want to be my boy
Lick my pussy for my joy
Lick it up, lick it down
Lick my pussy all around
Here I am, I'm your girl
Do me right, be my man
Fuck me hard, fuck me well
I'll be nice, I'm your girl

If you want to be my boy
Lick my pussy for my joy
Lick it up, lick it down
Lick my pussy all around
Here I am, I'm your girl
Do me right, be my man
Fuck me hard, fuck me well
I'll be nice, I'm your girl

Lick my pussy all around
Be my man, fuck me hard
Fuck me hard, fuck me well
I'll be nice, I'm your girl

If you want to be my friend
Put my dick in your hand
Move it left, move it right
Try to lick, suck and bit
Here I am, touch me girl
Play with me everyday
Try to guess what I am
I'm your friend, juicy pen

If you want to be my boy
Lick my pussy for my joy
Lick it up, lick it down
Lick my pussy all around
Here I am, I'm your girl
Do me right, be my man
Fuck me hard, fuck me well
I'll be nice, I'm your girl

I'll be nice, I'm your girl

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SURFIN' BIRD
(Frazier - White - Harris - Wilson)
THE TRASHMEN (GARRETT 4002, 1963)

A-well-a everybody's heard about the bird
B-b-b-bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, the bird is the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a don't you know about the bird?
Well, everybody knows that the bird is the word!
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a...

A-well-a everybody's heard about the bird
Bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a don't you know about the bird?
Well, everybody's talking about the bird!
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird...

Surfin' bird
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb... [retching noises]... aaah!

Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow

Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-oom-oom-oom
Oom-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-a-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, ooma-mow-mow
Papa-oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow
Oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow
Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, ooma-mow-mow
Well don't you know about the bird?
Well, everybody knows that the bird is the word!
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word

Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
[repeat to fade]

BLOOD AXIS - MINUTES D'ABSINTHE

Let me be mad, mad with the madness of absinthe
The wildest, most luxurious madness in the world

Let me be mad, mad with the madness of absinthe
Give me the fairest youth that ever gladened his mothers heart

Let me be mad
Let him be hero, saint, poet - whatever you will

Let me make of him an absintheur
And from hero he shall change to coward
From saint to libertine
From poet to brute

You doubt me?
Come then - to Paris

znam już od dawna, tak mi się jakoś przypomniało:

I've got a bike. You can ride it if you like.
It's got a basket, a bell that rings and
Things to make it look good.
I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.

I've got a cloak. It's a bit of a joke.
There's a tear up the front. It's red and black.
I've had it for months.
If you think it could look good, then I guess it should.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.

I know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house.
I don't know why. I call him Gerald.
He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.

I've got a clan of gingerbread men.
Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men.
Take a couple if you wish. They're on the dish.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.

I know a room of musical tunes.
Some rhyme, some ching. Most of them are clockwork.
Let's go into the other room and make them work.

Cryptopsy - Defenestration:

Oh what a gal!
She seems such a perfect victim:
This I can tell, for if beauty by guilt,
she's guilty

Ordinarily,
I'd not wish to frighten her or hurt her,
But such beauty inspires one
to give the gift of murder

She's the kind of girl you want to
run up and tackle through a window some floors up
and spatter you both to hell

Come and get it;
your stuffed bunny's at the window,
But not that far out...
Reach little one! Reach!...

Children of Bodom - In Your Face

GO!

Conflict and terror hear the noise.
You're on the edge of a nerve-racking force.
Oh, my god, here's the fight.
Never siege, never riot, must defy.

Well look at me, what do you see?
Another trophy, a living fucking dead beat
Close your eyes, take a step with me
You're soft.. no time to waste

Insanity and abnormality
Careful what you call reality.
What will always want
It was the day that you should die!

I don't give a flying fuck motherfucker!
I don't give a flying fuck motherfucker!
I don't give a flying,
I don't give a flying,
I don't give a flying FUCK!

I'll never wait for another pain of death!
With the bullet in my gun and don't fuck over my shit!
Can you hold my crazy as I go?
So fuck hypocrisy and fuck you too!

INCOMING!

[Chorus 1:]
Say one, more word, I double dare you (bring it on)
It's my world, you're in it, it'll take you down in a minute
You can alter your look, diversify your race.
But the truth seems like a bitch slap in your face!

When you look at me, what do you see?
Another trophy, a living fucking dead beat
Close your eyes, take a step with me
You're soft.. it's no time to waste!

Insanity and Abnormality
Careful what you call reality
What you will always want,
It was the day you should die!

i don't give a flying fuck motherfucker!
I don't give a flying fuck motherfucker!
I don't give a flying,
I don't give a flying,
I don't give a flying FUCK!

INCOMING!

Say one, more word
I double dare you, BRING IT ON!
Its my world, you're in it
It'll take you down in a minute

You can alter your look
And diversify your image
But the truth seems like
A bitch slap in your face

INCOMING!