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Joy Division - Love will tear us apart
When routine bites hard, and ambitions are low And resentment rides high, but emotions won't grow And we're changing our ways, taking different roads Then love, love will tear us apart again -- Why is the bedroom so cold? You've turned away on your side Is my timing that flawed - our respect run so dry? [or in the Peel and Bains Douches versions: Is my timing that flawed - have our feelings run dry?] Yet there's still this appeal that we've kept through our lives Love, love will tear us apart again -- You cry out in your sleep - all my failings expose There's a taste in my mouth, as desperation takes hold Just that something so good just can't function no more When love, love will tear us apart again -- |
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Les Lansquenets (comes germany or sweden I believe)
Ce monde vétuste et sans joie, Faïlala. Croulera demain devant notre foi, Faïlala Et nos marches guerrières Feront frémir la terre Au rythme des hauts tambours des lansquenets Que nous font insultes et horions, Faïlala Un jour viendra où les traîtres paieront, Faïlala Qu'ils freinent donc s'ils l'osent Notre ascension grandiose Que rythment les hauts tambours des lansquenets Nous luttons pour notre idéal, Faïlala Pour un ordre nouveau et national, Faïlala Et à l'heure dernière Nous quitterons la terre Au rythme des hauts tambours des lansquenets My favorite part: Un jour nous irons au combat, Faïlala La croix celtique guidera nos pas, Faïlala Que ... le marxiste et le capitaliste, Au rythme des hauts tambours des lansquenets
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"Their trumpets again are of a peculiar barbarian kind; they blow into them and produce a harsh sound which suits the tumult of war."
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Richard Wagner- Forest murmurs
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"I failed my metaphysics exam when my teacher caught me looking into the soul of the boy next to me" Some find it in a flag, some in the beat of a drum Some with a book, and some with a gun Some in a kiss, and some on the march But if you're looking for Europe, best look in your heart -Sol Invictus
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Some good english humour.
![]() Brand New Leather Jacket We came to England through The Tunnel last night, (that's right, that's right!) We claim asylum now they're treating us right, (so right, so right) Oh something tells me, Ahmed this is the place to be, Cause here we're getting everything and we're getting it for free... Oh I've got a brand new leather jacket and a brand new mobile phone, The Brits they live in cartboard boxes while we get furnished homes, Legal aid driving lessons central heating and free bills, Oh we get all the benefits and you get all the bills.... They drove a lorry from Ikea straight away, (you pay, you pay) TV's and furniture, it was mostly okay, (you pay, you pay) But the flat it was unsuitable, the counsel 's run by fools, After crossing fifteen countries, we need heated swimmingpools... We go to garage to buy nice motor car, (price is no bar) Plus BM double U cause we've come so far, (price is no bar) It costs many thousands but man oh what the heck, We come back tomorrow and we pay with welfare check! We take our trollies 'round Tesco's each day, (you pay, you pay) Piled high with goodies, oh that is the way, Food and drink and CD's phone cards and blue jeans, Old lady she get angry so we stole her tin of beans, We get TV licence gas electricity, (for me, for me!) Your generosity is amazing to see, (for me, for me!) You even pay our phonebills so we call Afghanistan, Tell all our friends to come here and live on Englishman! Our friends in Parliament they all on our side, (cock-eyed cock-eyed) Sometimes they talk tough, but you know it's a lie, (cockeyed cockeyed) Immigration is a good thing, on that they all agree, The only ones who'll stop it are the wicked BNP! Oh I've got a brand new leather jacket and a brand new mobile phone, The Brits they live in cartboard boxes while we get furnished homes, Legal aid driving lessons central heating and free bills, Oh we get all the benefits and you get all the bills....
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"Their trumpets again are of a peculiar barbarian kind; they blow into them and produce a harsh sound which suits the tumult of war."
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The Louvin Brothers - Satan is real
Satan is real Working in spirit You can see him and hear him in this world everyday Satan is real Working with power He can tempt you and lead you astray 'I attended service at a little church in the country not long ago A prayer was laid(?) but an old country preacher who then raised his hands as everyone stood and sang, 'My God is Real' A warm breeze through the open windows brought in the smell of new mown hay in a nearby field And the singin of birds could be heard in the moment of silence as the preacher opened his Bible to read And then, a little old man stood up, bent with age, his hair thin and white, and said, 'Preacher! Tell them that Satan is real too! You can hear him in songs that give praise to idols and sinful things of this world! You can see him in the destruction of homes torn apart! I know that Satan is real, for once'd I had a happy home I was loved and respected by my family I was looked upon as a leader in my community And then, Satan came into my life I grew selfish and unneighborly My friends turned against me And finally, my home was broken apart My children took their paths into a world of sin Yes, preacher, it's sweet to know that God is real And to know that in him, all things are possible And we know that heaven is a real place where joys shall never end But sinner friend, if you're here today, Satan is real too And hell is a real place A place of everlasting punishment!'
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"Do not be suprised, my friend, that I long so much for remote lands in which people feel immensely rich with very little; it is true that I live in Rome enjoying a life of fame and prestige, but it is also true that I was born from Celts and Iberians." --Marcus Valerius Martialis, Epigrammata |
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"Que crèvent les marxistes et les juifs capitalistes" |
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Soldat Louis - C'est un pays
C'est un pays, fallait que j't'en parle Car j'l'ai dans l'coeur comme tu crois pas Quand j'suis dedans c'est pas normal A croire que le monde n'existe pas. C'est pas fait pour les cons qui râlent Après la pluie ou j'sais pas quoi Moi j'l'aime mieux sous un ciel qui chiale Balayé par un vent d'noroît. Là-bas c'est la mer qui donne Et qui reprend quand ça lui plaît Et ce putain de glas qui résonne Quand elle a repris tout l'monde le sait. Là-bas si c'est pas pour ta pomme On te le fera savoir vite fait Ils en ont vu passer des tonnes De colons et voire même d'Anglais. Et puis parfois toute la violence Qui fait lever l'poing sur la place qui rappelle qu'il y a méfiance Après la langue on vise la race. Qu'elle s'est pas trop gênée la France Pour lui mettre les pieds dans la crasse Des fois que l'idée d'indépendance Ne laisserait pas vraiment de glace. Car ça n'aime pas les conquérants A la cupidité vénale Depuis qu'une Duchesse encore enfant S'est fait mettre d'une manière royale. Sa liberté c'est l'océan Qui la nuit va rejoindre les étoiles Et sa terre qui a fait serment D'être à jamais terre nationale. C'est aux cris des oiseaux de mer Quand il reviennent près du rivage Que j'ai compris qu'il y a l'enfer Mais que ça vaut toujours mieux qu'une cage. Et même quand chaque jour est une guerre Qui ne se lit que sur les visages Ici on ne parle pas de sa misère Et encore moins de son courage. Si j'en rajoute un peu, tant pis Au début j't'ai bien dit que j'l'aime Dans tout ce merdier ce putain d'pays Me tient plus chaud que la gonzesse que j'traîne. J'ai pas fini de l'ouvrir pour lui Pour lui j'filerais même des chataîgnes Au premier salaud qui l'détruit Ou qui voudrait lui remettre des chaînes ![]() |
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Edith Piaf - Non Je Ne Regrette Rien
Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien Ni Le Bien Qu`on M`a Fait, Ni Le Mal Tout Ca M`est Bien Egal Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien C`est Paye, Balaye, Oublie, Je Me Fous Du Passe Avec Mes Souvenirs J`ai Allume Le Feu Mes Shagrins, Mes Plaisirs, Je N`ai Plus Besoin D`eux Balaye Les Amours Avec Leurs Tremolos Balaye Pour Toujours Je Reparas A Zero Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien Ni Le Bien Qu`on M`a Fait, Ni Le Mal Tout Ca M`est Bien Egal Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien Car Ma Vie, Car Me Joies Aujourd`hui Ca Commence Avec Toi No! No regrets No! I will have no regrets All the things That went wrong For at last I have learned to be strong No! No regrets No! I will have no regrets For the grief doesn't last It is gone I've forgotten the past And the memories I had I no longer desire Both the good and the bad I have flung in a fire And I feel in my heart That the seed has been sown It is something quite new It's like nothing I've known No! No regrets No! I will have no regrets All the things that went wrong For at last I have learned to be strong No! No regrets No! I will have no regrets For the seed that is new It's the love that is growing for you |
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