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Breeders
Chameleon
Microphone Techniques
Shy
Lisa
No place like home
Portrait of the Artist as a Hood
I'm Sorry
Empty Happy Song
Tonight
Drifting
Dry Your Eyes
A (Very) Little Respect
I Don't Really Want U
Be Thou My Vision
Tonight
Cruel Ii
Pleasantly blue
Portrait of the Artist as a Hood
Old Mr. Heffer
And It's True
The Measure Of A Man
Superstar
Empty Happy Song
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Him Or Me
All The Evidence I Need
Surrender
My Friend
The Measure Of A Man
Dance
Pop Goes the Weasel (Radio Edit)
Drifting
Redemption
No Master Plan No Master Race
Portrait of the Artist as a Hood
All Aboard
If They Only Knew
Cry
What Would It Be Like
No place like home
Him Or Me
Get With Me
Lay It All On The Line
Don't Lose Hope
U Know U Wanna
Pleasantly blue
No Master Plan No Master Race
Brucio in pace nella forgia de me.
La scura foresta odora di tristezza.
Fumo di carne vela la luna.
Mi sveglio dal fuoco per portare divinità.
Ich breite meine Schwingen aus
Und gleite über Mittelgard,
Kein Eisen quält und fesselt mich.
Feuer küßt den Dörfersumpf
Und meiselt schönste Fleischskulpturen,
Rattenhorden folgt mir, Eurem Meister,
Eurem einzigen Freund.
Im Wolfmondschein zerfrißt der Aussatz Niedrigkeit.
Ein Leichenstein thront auf blauverzerrtem Starren.
Hetzt mich den ihr kreuztrunken quält,
Doch ein Gott wird niemals vergehen.
Inn faìrgunja þliuha du meina filigri,
Riqizeins saìhand staineis us liuhadein.
AKRAN - RIQIS - UNÞIUÞ
Meina haìrtô brinniþ fram aiwein hatis.
Qrammiþa driusiþ in aurahistaþ
Har þrutsfill stôjiþ miÃÆTime Time Time
See what's become of me
While I looked around for my possibilities
I was so hard to please
But look around,
The leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hear the Salvation Army band
Down by the riverside
Its bound to be a better ride
Than what you got planned
Carry your cup in your hand
And look around you
Leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hang on to your hopes my friend
Thats an easy thing to say
But if your hopes should pass away
Simply pretend that you can build them again
Look around
Grass is high
The fields are ripe
Its the springtime of my life
Ooooh, seasons change with the scenery
Weaving time in a tapestry
Won't you stop and remember me
And at a convenient time
Funny how my memory skips
While looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and lime
I look around
Leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Look around
Leaves are brown
There's a patch of snow on the ground
Look around
Leaves are brown
There's a patch of snow on the ground
(Time's up)
(Time's up)
(Time's up)Heedless they make their pile
Freeloading monkeys on our back
Bad to the bone and spineless
A dirty, lying, riotous pack
Ostrich policy, wrong way
Don't fall asleep or you'll have to pay
Draconian penalty, right way
Ready to explode
Like a fistful of dynamite, my fuse is burning fast
Like a fistful of dynamite, a bomb heading for your ass
Like a fistful of dynamite, my fuse is running short
Like a fistful of dynamite, don't push to far or we will be your court
They brain us of our lifeblood
But we are dredging up the truth
Staunch as a steely dreadnought
So they'll never stir up our truth
Ostrich policy, wrong way
Don't fall asleep or you'll have to pay
Draconian penalty, right way
Ready to explode
Like a fistful of dynamite, my fuse is burning fast
Like a fistful of dynamite, a bomb heading for your ass
Like a fistful of dynamite, my fuse is running short
Like a fistful of dynamite, don't push to far or we will be your court
Don't push too far, we're fed up with your tricks,
Yes, fear our law, you will get your deserved kicks
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Ostrich policy, wrong way
Don't fall asleep or you'll have to pay<