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'' Love is like a sin my love. For the one that feels it the most.'' - Paradise Circus, Massive Attack
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'' Love is like a sin my love. For the one that feels it the most.'' - Paradise Circus, Massive Attack
Hawkwind
Doremi Fasol Latido
The Watcher
lan 'Lemmy' Kilmister
1972
We are looking in on you now
What do you think you can do now?
You're very small from way out here
The last thing you will feel is fear
Gave you a chance to do the right thing
Gave you a chance to do the bright thing
Now our sense is all disgusted
Re-affirm you can't be trusted
A world imprisoned screams with pain
There are no leaders you can blame
Your avarice has destroyed your sphere
And there's no room for you out here
This is the end now.....
Maybe we're older
Maybe we're colder
So we disregard solutions
While we cling to our illusions once again
And we keep remembering when
Seasons are changing
Oh, reasons are changing
But the story isn't ending
So we find ourselves pretending one more day
Oh, while the years keep slipping away
Youth lagoon - 17
Roaming the campground out by the lake where we swam
We were hunting for snakes
But we couldn't find them
Surrounded by nothing
But the nothing's surrounded by us
But it's just me in my room
With my eyes shut
When I was seventeen
My mother said to me
"Don't stop imagining. The day that you do is the day that you die."
Now I pull a wanton carriage
Instead of the horses, grazing the lawn
I was having fun
We were all having fun
My brain can think faster than I can
I'm not fast enough
Who is there to talk to
That won't lock me up?
At least God doesn't judge me by the thoughts that aren't mine
The snakes I couldn't find
I don't want to find
When I was seventeen
My mother said to me
"Don't stop imagining. The day that you do is the day that you die."
Now I pull a one ton carriage
Instead of the horses, grazing the lawn
I was having fun
We were all having fun
When I was seventeen
My mother said to me
"Don't stop imagining. The day that you do is the day that you die."
Now I pull a one ton carriage
Instead of the horses, grazing the lawn
I was having fun
We were all having fun
A propaganda poster torn apart on the wet lawn
They're grinning at me, those old soaked phrases,
The faces of old men, made up as youngsters,
That preach to you the Middle Ages as the newest progress
And I'm thinking, every step to the promised happiness
Is a step towards eternal yesterday, a step backwards.
They're exhorting the people to composure and sacrifices,
they're calling them the people, but they're thinking of subjects.
All the glueing and toadying is no longer bearable
when you've learned to translate what they're actually saying:
Whispering the minister takes the bishop by his arm:
You keep them silly - I keep them poor!
Stay alert!
Learn those words by heart!
Stay alert!
Don't fall for them!
Watch out you use your freedom,
Freedom gets used up if you don't use it!
Stay alert!
Remember those faces by heart!
Stay alert!
Keep your courage alive.
Stay alert
And watch out for yourself!
When you turn on the TV, they're whining for good old values.
Their good old values are almost always the wrong ones.
And those who pertyly fight in the Talk Show
Are the same ones to stamp down all values
The media mogul and the newspaper boss,
The worst ram becomes gardener, oh, what a joy!
They're calling for the crucifix, customs and good virtues,
But their message is nothing but ass and tits.
Stultification, Brutalization, violence are the commandments,
Their gods are high-circulation and viewing figures.
They're bending the truth and twisting the law:
So many good old values, I'm really getting sick!
Stay alert!
Learn those words by heart!
Stay alert!
Don't fall for them!
Watch out you use your freedom,
Freedom gets used up if you don't use it!
Stay alert!
Remember those faces by heart!
Stay alert!
Keep your courage alive.
Stay alert
And watch out for yourself!
There's a huge boom for pied pipers,
For free riders and recipients of bribe-money
It's a time for users of self-servie and businessmen,
For hypocrisy, insincerity and haggling of posts
And they're all highly esteemed and very well considered
Streets and airports are named after the worst of them
They're catching the (chicken-) thief but missing the arms dealer
You can't buy a pipe of grass but a whole factory of poison gas
Contaminate the air, radiate the country, make the worst damage without being charged
But don't get caught on a sit-in blockade!
They jail the green activist but the environmental pig(contaminator) enjoys trust
And the police always has to smack down the wrong ones
Stay alert!
Learn those words by heart!
Stay alert!
Don't fall for them!
Watch out you use your freedom,
Freedom gets used up if you don't use it!
Stay alert!
Remember those faces by heart!
Stay alert!
Keep your courage alive.
Stay alert
And watch out for yourself!
We've got a constitution to guarantee a state of justice.
But what is that for if they manipulate it every way they wish,
Those populists always babbling about missions of peace
But are busily ratteling their sabres under the table?
There's a old gleaming in their eyes when the military tattoo(Großer Zapfenstreich) is heard
Batallion turn around, forward, march, a song and back to the Reich!
"Never again shall violence begin in this country!"
"We must show our flag, not stand aside!"
"Only a humanitarian mission without spoiling blood!"
"We can't fully exclude fighting missions."
They're pulling us in, step by step
And since five o'clock this morning we're shooting back again!
Stay alert!
Learn those words by heart!
Stay alert!
Don't fall for them!
Watch out you use your freedom,
Freedom gets used up if you don't use it!
Stay alert!
Remember those faces by heart!
Stay alert!
Keep your courage alive.
Stay alert
And watch out for yourself!
I'm longing for people who don't betray me,
Who don't lie to me on each of their speeches
And spare me from their wrong truths
Those wrong truth-speakers are the real dangerous ones!
I'm longing for a piece of righteousness,
For a little backbone in these bended times
But if you say the truth you'll stop laughing soon enough,
They'll ruin you, execute you and shut you up,
Blackmail you, corrupt you and they'll try to buy you
When you want to say the truth, let the engine run outside,
Then say it loud and fast because the saying teaches:
When you say the truth, you need a damn fast horse.
Stay alert!
Learn those words by heart!
Stay alert!
Don't fall for them!
Watch out you use your freedom,
Freedom gets used up if you don't use it!
Stay alert!
Remember those faces by heart!
Stay alert!
Keep your courage alive.
Stay alert
And watch out for yourself!
She says, "I'm not your enemy."
I said, "That sounds like something that my enemy would say."
Instead of playing off the chemistry, she said, "You're being difficult."
I said, "I'm being guarded; you're a quarter mil in debt; I get more guidance from my barber.
Look, I'm not good at this, I grew up in a noogie-fest.
You built your walls up high, or say goodbye to all your Cookie Puss.
Here's one: every time my telephone buzzes I see images of hooded riders setting fire to hundreds."
She said, "When you start getting all expressive and symbolic it's impossible to actualise an honest diagnostic."
I said, "When you start getting all exact and algebraic I'm reminded it's a racket; not a rehabilitation."
2:31
Pure film noir and a good sign that Cop Shoot Cop was done and tod A was off in a different direction (Firewater)
She had just busted out of the whorehouse
And was looking for a drink to celebrate the divorce
She told 'em she was going out for smokes -- and never looked back
The sky was bloodshot as she stumbled into the bar
Sullen eyes lit up like cigarettes
Cockroaches were gasping for breath
She selects her poison, brings it to her lips
A song like drunken sailors from a sunken ship
She thinks, power comes to them that enjoy the thrill of fear
A sign says: If you're looking for answers, you won't find them here
Everyone is leaving, all the widows grieving
Hear the siren laughing, and the truck brakes groaning
While the subway's screaming, all the junkies dreaming
Now the shadow's falling, is that your lover calling?
She grinds out cigarette in a souvenir ashtray
Reaches for the bottle but there is nothing left
Says: Buy me a drink and I'll tell you a story
But the bitch at the bar wouldn't sell you a smile
She closes her eyes and thinks of a wish she once had
A dwindling spark of memory
She wants to wipe it clean -- scrape away the debris
Can I get you something? - it's a man in the periphery
The car keys in his hand
She searches her pockets for a match or a reason
He slams the money on the bar
They go out to his car
When you put your hand in your pocket
Looking for a match or something to say
Life seems like a rerun
Everything coming up cliches
Suicide comes on like a friend
Seems like the bad times never end
Close your eyes and think of home
Movements are slow and tragic
Solar flares from a dying sun
Science without the magic
Children shouldn't play with guns
Flashes of pain are fading fast
Echoes from each subsonic blast
close your eyes and think of home.
Slow Pulse feat Cathy Battistessa
River (Riva)
Hey what did you know about insanity?
You wouldn't tell me what is mad, and what is useful thinking
It doesn't work like this you know, because I don't agree.
You really know nothing about insanity.
Oh what a way to go to sanity.
Disrespecting, disregarding, disillusioning, bullshit everyday
Disrespecting, disregarding, money grabbing, battle starting
Hey, in my own world this is insanity
In my own world this isn't sanity
A river runs freely through my body
A river runs freely through my heart.
I've got something to share with you, it's a story of me.
Of a young girl battered and bruised by society.
Regretting nothing, forgiving everything.
I throw a hug at all my friends and enemies.
Sometimes it's hard to live this, sometimes it hurts,
Sometimes it takes all my courage, 'cause that's the river
A river runs freely through my body.
A river runs freely through my heart.
A river runs freely through my body.
A river runs freely through my heart.
My will is good, and since I respect myself, people do so to.
Hey I've been paranoid, and down to hell.
But I get back on my feet, I came back to tell.
Sometimes it's hard to live this, sometimes it hurts.
But it is just the most rewarding, it is a river.
A river runs freely through my body
A river runs freely through my heart.
A river runs freely through my body.
A river runs freely through my heart.
A river runs freely through my body.
Thea Gilmore - The Resurrection Men
They're coming with their stories and they're coming with their wine
They got a copy of a Chopin tune and an old no-smoking sign
They're mapping every person's life, aligning every chart
They've got a kitchen knife and a power cable poised against each heart
They say we are your morphine vision, we are your TV screen
We are your chat show host, we are your magazine
We've got trace elements in each fashion, every trend
So let's end this story kids, see if you do it all again
The resurrection men
They're watching all those people in the corporate ocean's tide
The choreography of commerce, the backhanders and the lies
They're erasing all the figures, all the dollars, all the dreams
They say you can always tell a suicide by the length of the scream
And we are your morphine vision, we are your other half
We are your healthy living, we are your epitaph
We've got your second chances dressed in an accident
You want the next big bang then you can just send
The resurrection men
The resurrection men
The resurrection men
They're coming with their bank books, they're collecting every fare
From burning nights in Nagasaki, frozen days in Val-d'Isere
And now the walls crumble round Downing Street and Capitol Hill
Its only murder if you twist the knife with intent to kill
And they're coming with their butane, they're coming with their signs
From the black and white division, the bloody wars and their front lines
They fan the flames of degradation to a mariachi band
'Cause the crimes always committed using someone else's hand
And we are your morphine vision, we are your sleepless nights
We are your catechism, we are your final rites
We've got your weakness pegged, each break and every bend
You throw a tragedy we'll always attend
The resurrection men
The resurrection men
The resurrection men
The resurrection men
Written by:
Thea Gilmore
The Lipstick Conspiracies (2000).
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