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Please could you stay awhile to share my grief
For its such a lovely day
To have to always feel this way
And the time that I will suffer less
Is when I never have to wakeWandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness foreverThose who have seen the needles eye, now tread
Like a husk, from which all that was, now has fled
And the masks, that the monsters wear
To feed, upon their preyWandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness foreverDoubled up inside
Take awhile to shed my grief
Always doubled up inside
Taunted, cruel…. …Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness foreverI can’t hold this state,
Anymore,
Understand me,
Anymore.To tread this fantasy, openly,
What have I done.
Oh, this uncertainty,
Is taking me over.I can’t mould this stage,
Anymore,
Recognize me,
Anymore.To tread this fantasy, openly,
What have I done.Oh, this uncertainty,
Is taking me over,
Is taking me over.To tread this fantasy, openly,
What have I done.Oh, this uncertainty
Is taking me over,
Is taking me over,
Is taking me over.Oh It’s all over, yeah,
Oh It’s all over, yeah, oh oh oh.:D
Where on earth are you from?
We’re from England
Where you come from
Do you put the kettle on?
Kick it
Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah
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Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah
Bonjour
Nah Nah Nah
Monsieur
Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah Nah
We’re England
We’re gonna score one more than you
England!
Can I introduce you please
To a lump of Cheddar Cheese
Knit one, Pearl one
Drop one, Curl one
Kick it
Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah Nah
We’re England
We’re gonna score one more than you
England!
Me and me Mum and me Dad and me Gran
We’re off to Waterloo
Me and me Mum and me Dad and me Gran
And a bucket of Vindaloo
Bucket!
Vindaloo
Vindaloo
Vindaloo
Vindaloo
Vindaloo Nah Nah
Vindaloo
Vindaloo
Vindaloo
Vindaloo Nah Nah
Vindaloo
Vindaloo
And we all like Vindaloo
We’re England
We’re gonna score one more than you
England!
Nah Nah Nah
Vindaloo
Nah Nah Nah
Vindaloo
Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah
Vindaloo
Nah Nah Nah
Vindaloo
Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah
Vindaloo
Vindaloo
And we all like Vindaloo
We’re England
We’re gonna score one more than you
England!
Nah Nah Nah
Vindaloo
Nah Nah Nah
Vindaloo
Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah
Vindaloo
Nah Nah Nah
Vindaloo
Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah
Vindaloo
Vindaloo
And we all like Vindaloo
We’re England
We’re gonna score one more than you
England!!Fat Les ~ Vindaloo
Sheesh ](*,)
:P
:lol: Oh alright, then. A bit of culture, you whore.
Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma!
Tu pure, o, Principessa,
nella tua fredda stanza,
guardi le stelle
che fremono d’amore
e di speranza.Ma il mio mistero e chiuso in me,
il nome mio nessun sapra!
No, no, sulla tua bocca lo diro
quando la luce splendera!Ed il mio bacio sciogliera il silenzio
che ti fa mia!(Il nome suo nessun sapra!…
e noi dovrem, ahime, morir!)Dilegua, o notte!
Tramontate, stelle!
Tramontate, stelle!
All’alba vincero!
vincero, vincero!Giacomo Puccini ~ Nessun Dorma from Turandot
Much better dear heart :lol:
My mamma done told me,
when I was in pigtails,
My mamma done told me, Hon,
A man is a two-face
he’ll give you the big eye,
And when the sweet talking’s done.
A man is a two-face,
A worrisome thing who’ll leave you to sing,
The blues in the nightNow the rains a-fallin’
hear the trains a-callin’, whooee!
Hear the lonesome whistle
blowin’ across the trestle, whooee
a-whooee-ah-whooee, clickety-clack,
Comes echoing back,
The blues in the night.From Natchez to Mobile,
from Memphis to St. Joe,
Wherever the four winds blow.
I’ve been in some big towns
and heard me some big talk,
But there is one thing I know.
A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing who’ll leave you to sing,
The blues in the nightMy mamma done told me,
when I was in pig tails,
My mamma done told me, Hon,
a man is a two-face,
he’ll give you the big eye
And when the sweet talking’s done.
A man is a two-face,
a worrisome thing
who’ll leave you to sing,
The blues in the night.My mamma done told me
I forgot all about this song until I was going thru my old tapes (yes, cassette tapes) and remembered how much I liked it. If somebody hasn’t heard it, then I hope you enjoy the lyrics as much I do.
Sunscreen – Baz Luhrmann
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’97
Wear sunscreen
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be
it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked.You’re not as fat as you
imagine.Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday.Do one thing everyday that scares you
Sing
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours.Floss
Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes
you’re behind the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with
yourself.Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
succeed in doing this, tell me how.Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
life, the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don’t.Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe
you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky
chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary, what ever you do, don’t
congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either. Your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can, don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever
own..Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
(Brother and sister together we’ll make it through
Someday your spirit will take you and guide you there
I know you’ve been hurting, and I know I’ve been waiting to be there
for you. And I’ll be there, just tell me now, whenever I can.
Everybody’s free.)Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for
good.Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future.Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you
should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young.Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live
in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders.Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one
might run out.Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you’re 40, it will
look 85.Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.But trust me on the sunscreen.
(Brother and sister together we’ll make it through
Someday your spirit will take you and guide you there
I know you’ve been hurting, and I know I’ve been waiting to be there
for you. And I’ll be there, just tell me now, whenever I can.
Everybody’s free.)(Okay, now some of this may sound stupid to some of you guys but I want you to hear me out. Now look, you know different people think about life in different ways. Lawyers think life is a big court room; Doctors probably thinks life is like a big operation; Bus drivers think life is…er…a big bus I guess. Who knows what the hell those guys think. Anyway, I’ve always thought of life as a big football game…)
You get, I got goals
You get, I get, the ballsCut the trigger, I fire like this
England!
Raise a glass, a perfect pass,
and dribble around my socks
Check my shirt and drink my shots
And squeeze me in the box
It’s a digital football thing,
It’s a football thing
I live in a land of class hypocrisy,
We’re going to win the National Lottery,
E I Adio, I don’t think soNow it’s time, filling it up
Into the net, never give up
Cause England’s Irie
England’s IrieCut the trigger, I fire like this
Cut the trigger, I fire like thisHey diddle-diddle, there’s a fella in the middle and I think he’s pulling my string
My wife’s lactating and I’m spectating
It’s a football thing
I live in a land of class hypocrisy,
We’re going to win the National Lottery
E I Adio, I don’t think soWin that ball, head for the goal,
Use your stealth, don’t lose control
Cross, into the box, we got the strength to take the knocks
Gonna battle hard,
Players on a mission, operation no-card,
No free kicks or penalties to the opposition,
Swift, strong, every old tacticiansNow it’s time, filling it up
Into the net, never give up
Cause England’s Irie
England’s IrieCut the trigger, I fire like this
Cut the trigger, I fire like this(England? Well it’s the best kept village in Europe, isn’t it?)
Keep the game on the pitch
Bung it in
England!Now it’s time, filling it up
Into the net, never give up
Cause England’s Irie
England’s Irie
Now it’s time filling it up
Into the net, never give up
Cause England’s Irie
England’s IrieCut the trigger, I fire like this
Cut the trigger, I fire like thisBlack Grape featuring Joe Strummer and Keith Allen ~ England’s Irie
well you tried it just for once found it all right for kicks.
but now you found out that it’s a habit that sticks.
and you’re an orgasm addict.
you’re an orgasm addict.
sneaking in the back door with dirty magazines.
now your mother wants to know what all those stains on your jeans.
and you’re an orgasm addict.
you’re an orgasm addict.
uh huh, uh huh, uhhhhh, uhhhhh [x3]
you get in a heat, you get in a sulk.
but you still keep a beating your meat to pulp.
and you’re an orgasm addict.
you’re an orgasm addict.
you’re a kid cassanova.
you’re a no-josep it’s a labour of love fucking yourself to death.
orgasm addict.
you’re an orgasm addict.
uh huh, uhhhhh [x10] you’re makin’ out with school kids, winos and heads of state.
you even made it with the lady, who puts the little plastic bobins on the christmas cakes.
butchers’ assistants and bellhops, you’ve had them all here and there.
children of god and their joy-strings, international women with no body hair.
oooh, so where they’re askin’ in an alley and your voice ain’t steady.
if your sex mechanic’s rough you’re more than ready.
you’re an orgasm addict.
you’re an orgasm addict.
johnny want fuckie always and all ways.
he’s got the energy, he will remain.
he’s an orgasm addict.
he’s an orgasm addict.
he’s always at it.
he’s always at it.
and he’s an orgasm addict.
he’s an orgasm addict.orgasm addict
the buzzco’cks
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