No Answer
I got up this morning felt so bad
It's weird, really feel out of whack
I got the urge to call home and i
Go to the hook and pick up the phone, sayin' -
Just wanted to say "hi" to all my friends
Calling west-berlin, where all those roads lead to an end
Germany am i getting through ?
Something's up i need to talk to you
Hallo deutschland hrt ihr mich ?
Via satelliten hrt ihr mich ?
Hallo, hallo deutschland hrt ihr mich ?
Ist da jemand oder täusch' ich mich ?
A cup of coffee, cigarette baiting time
And i'm still hanging on that line
Ringing up that girl can't be too soon
Saying hey, hey wakeup darling it's afternoon
Got still no answer no reply
Gotta give it one last try
Operator i count on you (overseas operator, may i help you ?)
You're the one to put me through
Hallo deutschland ...
Let me know
Let me know
Hallo deutschlandhrt ihr mich (rep til fade)
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You Oughta Be Spanked, Boo
Whack, whack, whack...
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack...
You wanna be spanked?
Whack, whack, whack...
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack...
You wanna be spanked?
Whack, whack, whack...
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack...
You oughta be spanked,
Boo.
You come home late to ask me...
'Where've you been?
I didn't see you...
Comin' in.'
You come home late to ask me...
More than enough.
To try to hide...
Your crooked stuff,
But...
Whack, whack, whack...
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack...
You oughta be spanked,
Boo.
You come home late to ask me...
More than enough.
To try to hide...
Your crooked stuff,
But...
You oughta be spanked,
Boo.
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack!
You oughta be spanked,
Boo.
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack!
You oughta be spanked,
Boo.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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En lille Flugt til Rom den 8 Marts 1835
1
Fra Nord, hvor Taagen skygger,
Hvor Vinterkulden trykker,
Bort til Italia!
Vi Tydskland let kan glemme,
Saa smukt har vi det Hjemme,
Og flyve dog derfra!
Hallo, halla, hallo, halla!
Ned til Italia!
2
De høie Alper vige,
Vi ned paa Sletten stige
Til Sang og Blomster-Duft.
Blandt Myrter Hjorden græsser,
See Pinier og Cypresser! -
Vi aande Sydens Luft!
Hallo, hallo, hallo! hallo!
Den Luft gjør Hjertet fro!
3
Her Skjønheds Døttre bygge!
Vi tænke paa vor Lykke,
Vi dvæle og vi fly.
Bag Bjergene det vinker!
Sankt Peters Kubbel blinker,
Vi er i Pavens By.
Hallo, halla, hallo, halla!
Nu Passaporti da!
4
Vi ned ad Corso vandre,
Og sikkert vi de Andre
I Caffe greco see!
Man Velkomst drikke skal jo,
Vi raabe mezzo caldo!
Vi kysses og vi lee!
Hallo, halle, hallo, halle!
Vi er i vor Caffé!
5
Os spørger hver en Stemme,
„Hvorledes staaer det hjemme?"
„Det staaer, som før det stod!
Det regner og er sølet,
Man gaaer og er forkjølet,
For Vintren er saa god!"
Hallo, hallo, hallo, hallo!
Ja god, det kan I tro!
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poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Lubie
I said I, I left my wife and child (Lubie come back home),
I said i, i left my wife and child (lubie come back home),
And lord my conscience is about to drive me wild (Lubie come back home),
And lord my conscience is about to drive me wild (lubie come back home),
A little voice inside my head goes on and on (Lubie come back home),
A little voice inside my head goes on and on (lubie come back home),
Said Lubie Lubie you better go back home.
Said lubie lubie you better go back home.
I said I, I thought I'd make it by myself (Lubie come back home),
I said i, i thought i'd make it by myself (lubie come back home),
And now my baby she got my heart dropped on a shelf (Lubie come back home),
And now my baby she got my heart dropped on a shelf (lubie come back home),
I said I, I still you're my baby now (Lubie come back home),
I said i, i still you're my baby now (lubie come back home),
Said Lubie Lubie you better go back home.
Said lubie lubie you better go back home.
You better go on home (Lubie come back home),
You better go on home (lubie come back home),
I said yeah Lubie go on home (Lubie come back home),
I said yeah lubie go on home (lubie come back home),
I said you better go home girl,
I said you better go home girl,
Ah yeah you go home.
Ah yeah you go home.
Go on home home home home home home,
Go on home home home home home home,
Yeah Lubie go on home home home home home home,
Yeah lubie go on home home home home home home,
Yeah Lubie go on home home home home home home,
Yeah lubie go on home home home home home home,
Little bit soft, everybody go soft,
Little bit soft, everybody go soft,
Go on home to see my baby,
Go on home to see my baby,
Yeah you know that she loves you daddy like crazy.
Yeah you know that she loves you daddy like crazy.
I say my misses I'm gonna stay what I'm gonna do,
I say my misses i'm gonna stay what i'm gonna do,
Gonna buy you a monkey and a new dog too yeah,
Gonna buy you a monkey and a new dog too yeah,
The guys have got yeah to get 'em to see my baby,
The guys have got yeah to get 'em to see my baby,
A little bit louder, everybody go on go louder, yeah yeah yeah yeah.
A little bit louder, everybody go on go louder, yeah yeah yeah yeah.
Now Lubie where you been,
Now lubie where you been,
I said I, I left my wife and child (Lubie come back home),
I said i, i left my wife and child (lubie come back home),
And lord my conscience is about to drive me wild (Lubie come back home),
And lord my conscience is about to drive me wild (lubie come back home),
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6 Minutes Of Pleasure
Six minutes, six minutes
Six minutes, six minutes
(Sample)
I know why you're here
I ain't sayin nothin
(LL Cool J)
Aiyyo baby I know why you're here
I know what you're doing
I can see it in your eyes you're up to somethin
I know what it is, but we're still cool
And we can socialize, I'm peepin ya baby
I'm holdin back I'm not lettin go
Cause a fool doesn't have a shoulder to cry on
So, give me a kiss and you service
Whether you like a mister or a miss
(Chorus sample in the background)
(LL Cool J)
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here
But I ain't sayin nothin
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here
But I ain't sayin nothin
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here
But I ain't sayin nothin
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here
But I ain't sayin nothin
(LL Cool J)
Baby you're my dear I know why you're here
I know why you came I know what you're thinkin
I know what you need and that's what I've got
You think I'm goin crazy no I'm not drinking
I know what you want, I made ya want it
Take my hand listen to the man
You have a plan don't even risk it
What do you want a biscuit?
(Chorus sample in the background)
(LL Cool J)
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here
But I ain't sayin nothin
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here
But I ain't sayin nothin
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here
But I ain't sayin nothin
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
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Lead Them Home My Dreams
Intro:
Lead them home
Lead them home my dreams,
My dreams
Verse 1:
Some people stand
Some choose not to understand
Some people fight (fight, fight)
Some people dream
Some people wake up
In the middle of the night
With the eyes of a tiger and a childs curiosity
Cant turn from my conscience when its starin at me
Chorus:
Lead them home
Lead them home my dreams
You can hear
When you disguise whispers as screams
(lead them home my, lead them home my...dreams)
Verse 2:
Some people climb
Some people wait for time to pass
Looking for a miracle (a miracle)
Some people could care less
Some people dwell on the impossible
And I always remember the times I let myself slide
And I put all the bad things like money
Far lower on the list than pride
Bring me home
Bring them home my dreams (lead the home)
Bring them home my dreams
(bring the home my, lead them home my)
You can hear, you can hear (you can hear)
When you disguise whispers as screams
(lead them home my, lead them home my)
Bring them home (bring them home, bring them home)
Bring them home my dreams
(lead them home my, bring them home my)
You can hear, you can hear when you
Disguise whispers as screams
(lead them home my, bring them home my...dreams)
Verse 3:
Wait a lifetime
Then my wish will drag on slowly
Come into ones own
At the time of conception (ooooo...)
Give in over time
You may as well change your mind
Now is when I see the light (I see it)
Im gonna touch it, grab it -
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Lead Balloon
Kiss my ass! I said
And I threw my drink
Tequila trickling
Down his business suit
Must be the irish blood
Fight before you think
Turn it now
You cant cowtow
You cant undo it
Its his town
And that went down
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
He said sic her, rover
That went over
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon
An angry man is just an angry man
But an angry woman
Bitch!
I had to ask him for a helping hand
It came with the heart
Of a bonaparte
Of a frozen fish
Its his town
And that went down
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
He said sic her, rover
That went over
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon
Lead balloon, lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon, lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon, lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon
Its his town
And that went down
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead balloon
He said sic her, rover
That went over
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon
song performed by Joni Mitchell
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VI. Giuseppe Caponsacchi
Answer you, Sirs? Do I understand aright?
Have patience! In this sudden smoke from hell,—
So things disguise themselves,—I cannot see
My own hand held thus broad before my face
And know it again. Answer you? Then that means
Tell over twice what I, the first time, told
Six months ago: 't was here, I do believe,
Fronting you same three in this very room,
I stood and told you: yet now no one laughs,
Who then … nay, dear my lords, but laugh you did,
As good as laugh, what in a judge we style
Laughter—no levity, nothing indecorous, lords!
Only,—I think I apprehend the mood:
There was the blameless shrug, permissible smirk,
The pen's pretence at play with the pursed mouth,
The titter stifled in the hollow palm
Which rubbed the eyebrow and caressed the nose,
When I first told my tale: they meant, you know,
"The sly one, all this we are bound believe!
"Well, he can say no other than what he says.
"We have been young, too,—come, there's greater guilt!
"Let him but decently disembroil himself,
"Scramble from out the scrape nor move the mud,—
"We solid ones may risk a finger-stretch!
And now you sit as grave, stare as aghast
As if I were a phantom: now 't is—"Friend,
"Collect yourself!"—no laughing matter more—
"Counsel the Court in this extremity,
"Tell us again!"—tell that, for telling which,
I got the jocular piece of punishment,
Was sent to lounge a little in the place
Whence now of a sudden here you summon me
To take the intelligence from just—your lips!
You, Judge Tommati, who then tittered most,—
That she I helped eight months since to escape
Her husband, was retaken by the same,
Three days ago, if I have seized your sense,—
(I being disallowed to interfere,
Meddle or make in a matter none of mine,
For you and law were guardians quite enough
O' the innocent, without a pert priest's help)—
And that he has butchered her accordingly,
As she foretold and as myself believed,—
And, so foretelling and believing so,
We were punished, both of us, the merry way:
Therefore, tell once again the tale! For what?
Pompilia is only dying while I speak!
Why does the mirth hang fire and miss the smile?
My masters, there's an old book, you should con
For strange adventures, applicable yet,
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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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Frag Mich Nicht Immer
Geh weg - geh weg ...
Ich bin ein niemand, ohne behoerdenstempel
Kein ausweis sagt dir, wer ich bin
Nimm mich doch so, wie du mich jetzt hier vorfindest
Ich steck ganz tief in der scheisse drin
Leergeaetzt, vorm kopf ein brett
Leer das herz, leer das bett
Frag mich nicht immer
Frag mich nicht immer
Frag mich nicht immer und noch einmal
Leer ist mein kopf, trostlos der fall
Frag mich nicht immer und noch einmal
Leer ist mein kopf, trostlos
- trostlos der fall
Fremd klingt die sprache und ich find keine formel
Damit ich dich endlich besser versteh
Du kaust gummiburger und isst viel zu schnell
Schreist raus mit der wahrheit, bevor ich geh
Fixier mich nicht wie ein raubtier die beute
Nichts weiss ich, kein wort mehr heute
Frag mich nicht immer
Frag mich nicht immer
Frag mich nicht immer und noch einmal
Leer ist mein kopf, trostlos der fall
Frag mich nicht immer und noch einmal
Leer ist mein kopf, trostlos
- trostlos der fall
Frag mich nicht immer und noch einmal
Leer ist mein kopf, trostlos der fall
Frag mich nicht immer und noch einmal
Voellig leer der kopf, nichts mehr drin Im fall
Frag mich nicht immer
So ist das immer
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Ich Kann Dich Sehen (feat. Sabrina Setlur)
Es tut mir leid, dass ich nicht bereit war gengend Zeit mit dir zu teilen.
Was es gibt?
Denn jetzt ist es soweit,
dass ich breit, durch ein Kleid, oder was mir von dir bleibt,
an dich erinnert werde, es mich zu Trnen treibt.
Ich schreib' dir dieses Lied, aber man sagt, du wirst nicht hren,
man sagt du ruhst dich aus und niemand darf dich stren.
Ich knnte schwren, ich drfte dich stren, wenn ich es nur knnte,
doch ich kann es einfach nicht.
Ich seh dich wie du bist, seh durch dich was in mir ist.
Du bist wunderbar, unbeschreiblich nah, immer fr mich da.
Whrend andere sich verschlieen und dich nicht mehr sehen,
wenn selbst Trnen die bei mir flieen mir mein Bild von dir nicht nehmen.
Ohne weiterhin Kontakt zu dir zu haben, wre es dunkel am hellichten Tage.
Doch Tag aus und Tag ein bist du bei mir und somit mein drittes Augenlicht,
mein Land in Sicht, dafr lieb ich dich.
Ich kann dich sehen, weil du heller scheinst als das Licht allein.
In dich sehen.
Weil du mich fhrts, mich berhrst, mit mir meine Schmerzen sprst,
bist du mir so nah, seh ich dich so klar, werden Trume wahr.
Du hilfst mich mich zu wehren, bist meine stille Retterin.
Ich schwre ich werde dich ehren indem ich dein Bild auf Blttern bring.
Denn du ffnest mir Tren, dich geschlossen zu sein scheinen,
bist perfekt wie ein Kreis und kannst mir meine Fehler doch verzeihen.
Gedeihen meine Plne hier nicht, komme ich heim, schliee mich ein
und widme mich meinem dritten Augenlicht,
mein Land in Sicht, dafr lieb ich dich.
Ich kann dich sehen, weil du heller scheinst als das Licht allein.
In dich sehen.
Du siehst was ist und was war, wohl auch was vor uns liegt und alles gar so klar,
wie ich dich jetzt seh, tut es nicht mehr weh, wenn ich weitergehe.
Wirst du mich leiten, mich begleiten wie ein schtzendes Schild,
das es fr die, die gegen mich streiten zu berwinden gilt.
Du kannst mich sehen, mich verstehen und wenn rauhe Winde wehen,
werde ich dich suchen, ich werde dich rufen.
Auf hheren Stufen, die sie nicht erkennen knnen, aber ich und nur fr mich,
mein drittes Augenlicht, mien Land in Sicht, dafr lieb ich dich.
Ich kann dich sehen, weil du heller scheinst als das Licht allein.
In dich sehen
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Ich Kann Dich Sehen (feat. Sabrina Setlur)
Es tut mir leid, dass ich nicht bereit war gengend Zeit mit dir zu teilen.
Was es gibt?
Denn jetzt ist es soweit,
dass ich breit, durch ein Kleid, oder was mir von dir bleibt,
an dich erinnert werde, es mich zu Trnen treibt.
Ich schreib' dir dieses Lied, aber man sagt, du wirst nicht hren,
man sagt du ruhst dich aus und niemand darf dich stren.
Ich knnte schwren, ich drfte dich stren, wenn ich es nur knnte,
doch ich kann es einfach nicht.
Ich seh dich wie du bist, seh durch dich was in mir ist.
Du bist wunderbar, unbeschreiblich nah, immer fr mich da.
Whrend andere sich verschlieen und dich nicht mehr sehen,
wenn selbst Trnen die bei mir flieen mir mein Bild von dir nicht nehmen.
Ohne weiterhin Kontakt zu dir zu haben, wre es dunkel am hellichten Tage.
Doch Tag aus und Tag ein bist du bei mir und somit mein drittes Augenlicht,
mein Land in Sicht, dafr lieb ich dich.
Ich kann dich sehen, weil du heller scheinst als das Licht allein.
In dich sehen.
Weil du mich fhrts, mich berhrst, mit mir meine Schmerzen sprst,
bist du mir so nah, seh ich dich so klar, werden Trume wahr.
Du hilfst mich mich zu wehren, bist meine stille Retterin.
Ich schwre ich werde dich ehren indem ich dein Bild auf Blttern bring.
Denn du ffnest mir Tren, dich geschlossen zu sein scheinen,
bist perfekt wie ein Kreis und kannst mir meine Fehler doch verzeihen.
Gedeihen meine Plne hier nicht, komme ich heim, schliee mich ein
und widme mich meinem dritten Augenlicht,
mein Land in Sicht, dafr lieb ich dich.
Ich kann dich sehen, weil du heller scheinst als das Licht allein.
In dich sehen.
Du siehst was ist und was war, wohl auch was vor uns liegt und alles gar so klar,
wie ich dich jetzt seh, tut es nicht mehr weh, wenn ich weitergehe.
Wirst du mich leiten, mich begleiten wie ein schtzendes Schild,
das es fr die, die gegen mich streiten zu berwinden gilt.
Du kannst mich sehen, mich verstehen und wenn rauhe Winde wehen,
werde ich dich suchen, ich werde dich rufen.
Auf hheren Stufen, die sie nicht erkennen knnen, aber ich und nur fr mich,
mein drittes Augenlicht, mien Land in Sicht, dafr lieb ich dich.
Ich kann dich sehen, weil du heller scheinst als das Licht allein.
In dich sehen
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Gioconda And Si-Ya-U
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U,
whose head was cut off in Shanghai
A CLAIM
Renowned Leonardo's
world-famous
"La Gioconda"
has disappeared.
And in the space
vacated by the fugitive
a copy has been placed.
The poet inscribing
the present treatise
knows more than a little
about the fate
of the real Gioconda.
She fell in love
with a seductive
graceful youth:
a honey-tongued
almond-eyed Chinese
named SI-YA-U.
Gioconda ran off
after her lover;
Gioconda was burned
in a Chinese city.
I, Nazim Hikmet,
authority
on this matter,
thumbing my nose at friend and foe
five times a day,
undaunted,
claim
I can prove it;
if I can't,
I'll be ruined and banished
forever from the realm of poesy.
1928
Part One
Excerpts from Gioconda's Diary
15 March 1924: Paris, Louvre Museum
At last I am bored with the Louvre Museum.
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XI. Guido
You are the Cardinal Acciaiuoli, and you,
Abate Panciatichi—two good Tuscan names:
Acciaiuoli—ah, your ancestor it was
Built the huge battlemented convent-block
Over the little forky flashing Greve
That takes the quick turn at the foot o' the hill
Just as one first sees Florence: oh those days!
'T is Ema, though, the other rivulet,
The one-arched brown brick bridge yawns over,—yes,
Gallop and go five minutes, and you gain
The Roman Gate from where the Ema's bridged:
Kingfishers fly there: how I see the bend
O'erturreted by Certosa which he built,
That Senescal (we styled him) of your House!
I do adjure you, help me, Sirs! My blood
Comes from as far a source: ought it to end
This way, by leakage through their scaffold-planks
Into Rome's sink where her red refuse runs?
Sirs, I beseech you by blood-sympathy,
If there be any vile experiment
In the air,—if this your visit simply prove,
When all's done, just a well-intentioned trick,
That tries for truth truer than truth itself,
By startling up a man, ere break of day,
To tell him he must die at sunset,—pshaw!
That man's a Franceschini; feel his pulse,
Laugh at your folly, and let's all go sleep!
You have my last word,—innocent am I
As Innocent my Pope and murderer,
Innocent as a babe, as Mary's own,
As Mary's self,—I said, say and repeat,—
And why, then, should I die twelve hours hence? I—
Whom, not twelve hours ago, the gaoler bade
Turn to my straw-truss, settle and sleep sound
That I might wake the sooner, promptlier pay
His due of meat-and-drink-indulgence, cross
His palm with fee of the good-hand, beside,
As gallants use who go at large again!
For why? All honest Rome approved my part;
Whoever owned wife, sister, daughter,—nay,
Mistress,—had any shadow of any right
That looks like right, and, all the more resolved,
Held it with tooth and nail,—these manly men
Approved! I being for Rome, Rome was for me.
Then, there's the point reserved, the subterfuge
My lawyers held by, kept for last resource,
Firm should all else,—the impossible fancy!—fail,
And sneaking burgess-spirit win the day.
The knaves! One plea at least would hold,—they laughed,—
One grappling-iron scratch the bottom-rock
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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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Wollt Ihr Das Bett In In Flammen Sehen
Wollt ihr das bett in flammen sehen
Wollt ihr in haut und haaren untergehen
Ihr wollt doch auch den dolch ins laken stecken
Ihr wollt doch auch das blut vom degen lecken
Rammstein
Ihr seht die kreuze auf dem kissen
Ihr meint euch darf die unschuld kuessen
Ihr glaubt zu toeten waere schwer
Doch wo kommen all die toten her
Rammstein
Sex ist ein schlacht
Liebe ist krieg
Wollt ihr das bett in flammen sehen
Wollt ihr in haut und haaren untergehen
Ihr wollt doch auch den dolch ins laken stecken
Ihr wollt doch auch das blut vom degen lecken
Rammstein
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Wolt Ihr Das Bett In Flamen Sehen
Wollt ihr das bett in flammen sehen
Wollt ihr in haut und haaren untergehen
Ihr wollt doch auch den dolch ins laken stecken
Ihr wollt doch auch das blut vom degen lecken
Rammstein
Ihr seht die kreuze auf dem kissen
Ihr meint euch darf die unschuld kssen
Ihr glaubt zu tten wre schwer
Doch wo kommen all die toten her
Rammstein
Sex ist ein schlacht
Liebe ist krieg
Wollt ihr das bett in flammen sehen
Wollt ihr in haut und haaren untergehen
Ihr wollt doch auch den dolch ins laken stecken
Ihr wollt doch auch das blut vom degen lecken
Rammstein
(translation:
Do you want to see the bed in flames
------------------------------------
Do you want to see the bed in flames
Do you want to totally perish
You want to stick the dagger in the sheet
You want to lick the blood from the dagger
Rammstein!
You see the crosses on the pillow
You think innocence may kiss you
You believe killing might be hard
But where are all the dead coming from
Rammstein!
Sex is a battle.
Love is war.
Do you want to see the bed in flames
Do you want to totally perish
You want to stick the dagger in the sheet
You want to lick the blood from the dagger
Rammstein! )
song performed by Rammstein
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Thurso’s Landing
I
The coast-road was being straightened and repaired again,
A group of men labored at the steep curve
Where it falls from the north to Mill Creek. They scattered and hid
Behind cut banks, except one blond young man
Who stooped over the rock and strolled away smiling
As if he shared a secret joke with the dynamite;
It waited until he had passed back of a boulder,
Then split its rock cage; a yellowish torrent
Of fragments rose up the air and the echoes bumped
From mountain to mountain. The men returned slowly
And took up their dropped tools, while a banner of dust
Waved over the gorge on the northwest wind, very high
Above the heads of the forest.
Some distance west of the road,
On the promontory above the triangle
Of glittering ocean that fills the gorge-mouth,
A woman and a lame man from the farm below
Had been watching, and turned to go down the hill. The young
woman looked back,
Widening her violet eyes under the shade of her hand. 'I think
they'll blast again in a minute.'
And the man: 'I wish they'd let the poor old road be. I don't
like improvements.' 'Why not?' 'They bring in the world;
We're well without it.' His lameness gave him some look of age
but he was young too; tall and thin-faced,
With a high wavering nose. 'Isn't he amusing,' she said, 'that
boy Rick Armstrong, the dynamite man,
How slowly he walks away after he lights the fuse. He loves to
show off. Reave likes him, too,'
She added; and they clambered down the path in the rock-face,
little dark specks
Between the great headland rock and the bright blue sea.
II
The road-workers had made their camp
North of this headland, where the sea-cliff was broken down and
sloped to a cove. The violet-eyed woman's husband,
Reave Thurso, rode down the slope to the camp in the gorgeous
autumn sundown, his hired man Johnny Luna
Riding behind him. The road-men had just quit work and four
or five were bathing in the purple surf-edge,
The others talked by the tents; blue smoke fragrant with food
and oak-wood drifted from the cabin stove-pipe
And slowly went fainting up the vast hill.
Thurso drew rein by
a group of men at a tent door
And frowned at them without speaking, square-shouldered and
heavy-jawed, too heavy with strength for so young a man,
He chose one of the men with his eyes. 'You're Danny Woodruff,
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poem by Robinson Jeffers
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West End Girls
(....forever)
Sometimes youre better off dead
Theres gun in your hand and its pointing at your head
You think youre mad, too unstable
Kicking in chairs and knocking down tables
In a restaurant in a west end town
Call the police, theres a madman around
Running down underground to a dive bar
In a west end town
In a west end town, a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
In a west end town, a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
West end girls
Too many shadows, whispering voices
Faces on posters, too many choices
If, when, why, what?
How much have you got?
Have you got it, do you get it, if so, how often?
And which do you choose, a hard or soft option?
(how much do you need? )
In a west end town, a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
In a west end town, a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
West end girls
West end girls
(how much do you need? )
In a west end town, a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
Oooh west end town, a dead end world
East end boys, west end girls
West end girls
Youve got a heart of glass or a heart of stone
Just you wait till I get you home
Weve got no future, weve got no past
Here today, built to last
In every city, in every nation
From lake geneva to the finland station
(how far have you been? )
In a west end town, a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
A west end town, a dead end world
East end boys, west end girls
West end girls
West end girls
West end girls
(how far have you been? )
Girls
East end boys
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song performed by Pet Shop Boys
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IV. Tertium Quid
True, Excellency—as his Highness says,
Though she's not dead yet, she's as good as stretched
Symmetrical beside the other two;
Though he's not judged yet, he's the same as judged,
So do the facts abound and superabound:
And nothing hinders that we lift the case
Out of the shade into the shine, allow
Qualified persons to pronounce at last,
Nay, edge in an authoritative word
Between this rabble's-brabble of dolts and fools
Who make up reasonless unreasoning Rome.
"Now for the Trial!" they roar: "the Trial to test
"The truth, weigh husband and weigh wife alike
"I' the scales of law, make one scale kick the beam!"
Law's a machine from which, to please the mob,
Truth the divinity must needs descend
And clear things at the play's fifth act—aha!
Hammer into their noddles who was who
And what was what. I tell the simpletons
"Could law be competent to such a feat
"'T were done already: what begins next week
"Is end o' the Trial, last link of a chain
"Whereof the first was forged three years ago
"When law addressed herself to set wrong right,
"And proved so slow in taking the first step
"That ever some new grievance,—tort, retort,
"On one or the other side,—o'ertook i' the game,
"Retarded sentence, till this deed of death
"Is thrown in, as it were, last bale to boat
"Crammed to the edge with cargo—or passengers?
"'Trecentos inseris: ohe, jam satis est!
"'Huc appelle!'—passengers, the word must be."
Long since, the boat was loaded to my eyes.
To hear the rabble and brabble, you'd call the case
Fused and confused past human finding out.
One calls the square round, t' other the round square—
And pardonably in that first surprise
O' the blood that fell and splashed the diagram:
But now we've used our eyes to the violent hue
Can't we look through the crimson and trace lines?
It makes a man despair of history,
Eusebius and the established fact—fig's end!
Oh, give the fools their Trial, rattle away
With the leash of lawyers, two on either side—
One barks, one bites,—Masters Arcangeli
And Spreti,—that's the husband's ultimate hope
Against the Fisc and the other kind of Fisc,
Bound to do barking for the wife: bow—wow!
Why, Excellency, we and his Highness here
Would settle the matter as sufficiently
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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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She Went To Germany
What you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
What you gonna do on your vacation?
What you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
What you gonna do for relaxation?
Change you name?
Cut your hair?
You can go anywhere.
You deserve some fun and rest.
You deserve the very best.
She went to germany.
Went there without me.
She went to germany.
Left me in misery.
She went to germany.
Gots some style insanity.
She went to germany.
Left me in disharmony.
Why you gonna do?
Why you gonna do?
Why you gonna do that to me baby?
Are you telling me were thru?
Are you telling me were thru?
Are you telling me were thru or is it maybe,
Just another declaration of some female independence,
Or another proclamation to some male friends in attendance.
She went to germany.
Went there without me.
She went to germany.
Left me in misery.
She went to germany.
Gots some style insanity.
She went to germany.
Left me in disharmony.
She eating wurst.
Shes drinking beer.
She loves a crowd, thats what I hear.
She went to germany.
Went there without me.
She went to germany.
Left me in misery.
She went to germany.
Gots some style insanity.
She went to germany.
Left me in disharmony.
She went to germany.
Went there without me.
She went to germany.
Left me in insanity.
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song performed by Violent Femmes
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V. Count Guido Franceschini
Thanks, Sir, but, should it please the reverend Court,
I feel I can stand somehow, half sit down
Without help, make shift to even speak, you see,
Fortified by the sip of … why, 't is wine,
Velletri,—and not vinegar and gall,
So changed and good the times grow! Thanks, kind Sir!
Oh, but one sip's enough! I want my head
To save my neck, there's work awaits me still.
How cautious and considerate … aie, aie, aie,
Nor your fault, sweet Sir! Come, you take to heart
An ordinary matter. Law is law.
Noblemen were exempt, the vulgar thought,
From racking; but, since law thinks otherwise,
I have been put to the rack: all's over now,
And neither wrist—what men style, out of joint:
If any harm be, 't is the shoulder-blade,
The left one, that seems wrong i' the socket,—Sirs,
Much could not happen, I was quick to faint,
Being past my prime of life, and out of health.
In short, I thank you,—yes, and mean the word.
Needs must the Court be slow to understand
How this quite novel form of taking pain,
This getting tortured merely in the flesh,
Amounts to almost an agreeable change
In my case, me fastidious, plied too much
With opposite treatment, used (forgive the joke)
To the rasp-tooth toying with this brain of mine,
And, in and out my heart, the play o' the probe.
Four years have I been operated on
I' the soul, do you see—its tense or tremulous part—
My self-respect, my care for a good name,
Pride in an old one, love of kindred—just
A mother, brothers, sisters, and the like,
That looked up to my face when days were dim,
And fancied they found light there—no one spot,
Foppishly sensitive, but has paid its pang.
That, and not this you now oblige me with,
That was the Vigil-torment, if you please!
The poor old noble House that drew the rags
O' the Franceschini's once superb array
Close round her, hoped to slink unchallenged by,—
Pluck off these! Turn the drapery inside out
And teach the tittering town how scarlet wears!
Show men the lucklessness, the improvidence
Of the easy-natured Count before this Count,
The father I have some slight feeling for,
Who let the world slide, nor foresaw that friends
Then proud to cap and kiss their patron's shoe,
Would, when the purse he left held spider-webs,
Properly push his child to wall one day!
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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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I'm Bad
bad bad bad bad bad
bad bad bad bad bad
bad bad bad bad
I was bas born
I'd be badder when I die
I'm bad when I am sober
I'm badder when I'm high
I'm when I feel good
I'm bad when I'm blue
I'm bad to myself
So I'll be bad to you
So I'll be bad to you
I should've been good
Look at the trouble I've had
I would if I could
But I'm just bad
bad bad bad bad bad
bad bad bad bad
I'm, bad and I'm alive
I'll be badder when I'm dead
I'm bad in my body
man I'm badder in the head
I'm bad in the bed
Something wrong from the start
Guilt in my mind
Evil in my heart
Evil in my heart
I don't need to be happy
I don't care if I'm sad
I don't care about nothin'
Cause I'm bad bad bad bad bad
bad bad bad bad
Don't lend me a dollar
Don't lend me a dime
Don't lend me your wife
She'll have a good time
I'm bad in my car
I'm badder when I'm home
I'm bad when I'm with you
And I'm badder all alone
I'm a low down worm
I'm a conquering worm
I'm a blood-suckin' worm
I'm a slime baitin' worm
I'll put you on the hook
And I'll watch you squirm
I could never learn
Any young turks new tricks
I could never learn
Not to kick against the pricks
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song performed by Violent Femmes
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