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Yoda Chant

Da din din da
Da din din da
Na tin tin na
Da din din da
Da din din da
Da din din da
Na tin tin na
Da din din da
Dit dit da
Terrigada dit na giggiteeta cut
Teeta guddygayna da
Terrigada dit na giggiteeta cut
Teeta guddygayna da
Terrigada dit na giggiteeta cut
Teeta guddygayna
Da din din da
Da din din da
Na tin tin na
Da din din da
Boom shakalakalaka
Boom shakalakalaka
Nyaaaaaaaaaa-ahh boom
Homina
Homina
Homina homina homina
Ba ba oom mow mow
Ba ba oom mow ma mow
Ba ba oom mow mow
Ba ba oom mow ma mow
Mmmmmmmmmm doggie (turn neck to left, make cracking sound)
Heh he heh
La la la, nice lady
Cutta cutta cutta cutta
Cuttyta nogayna noggy teeta cuddadit
Naw nay daw
Cuttyta nogayna noggy teeta cuddadit
Naw nay daw
Cuttyta nogayna noggy teeta cuddadit
Naw nay
Da da cuddagudda dit
Naw cuh-ta
Da cuddagudda dit
Naw cuh-ta
Da cuddagudda dit
Naw cuh-ta
Da da cuddagudda dit
Naw cuh-ta da

song performed by Weird Al Yankovic
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It's A Cold Day

George clinton:
(chorus)
And it's a cold cold cold cold day
For a player
Dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit
I want to hold yah
Dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit
I want to hold yah
Dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit
I want to hold yah
Dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit
Too $hort:
I got too many girlfriends what am i gonna do?
Play em tell the world ends and always keep a few
When it comes to women i did everything i thought of
Players like me, we never get caught
Who's the next on the list? it's a daily routine dog
She give me short, then she'd take my jeans off at
First she wasn't messing with me told me to lick it
But now she's always sweating me. when we gonna kick it?
Spend some time wit her, i need to come through and hit it
Any time i feel like i want it, i can get it
I'll be here for you, you never wonder were i'm at
So when i come through put the spare key under the mat
When i come in, there ain't no holding back
Just feel what i am doing and roll with that
And even though i admit i can't commit this time
It's cause i got my heart broke at the age of nine
I've been hard core every since i sucked up the game from pimps
You never hear me rap about the same bitch
I never turned a hoe into a housewife
Short dog east oakland in the house right
Chorus 2:
I'm ready to ride, ready to ride, ready to ride
I'm the mothership wish it comes
I'm ready to ride, ready to ride, ready to ride
I'm the mothership wish it comes
Chorus 1:
Dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit
I want to hold yah
Dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit
Ay yeeeay i want to hold yah
Dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit
I want to hold yah
Dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit
I want to hold yah
Dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit
Ayyy yeeay
Too $hort:
I thought we was cool like that, why you go behind my back?

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song performed by Too Short
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Surfin'

Surfin' is the only life
The only way for me.
Now surf, surf (surfin') with me
Bom bom dit di dit dip (surfin')
Bom bom dit di dit dip (surfin')
Bom bom dit di dit dip (surfin')
Bom bom dit di dit dip (surfin')
Bom bom dit di dit dip (surfin')
Bom bom dit di dit dip (surfin')
Bom bom dit di dit dip (surfin')
Bom bom dit di dit dip (surfin')
Surfin' is the only life
The only way for me.
Now surf, surf (surfin')
Bom bom dit di dit dip
Bom bom dit di dit dip
Bom bom dit di dit dip
Bom bom dit di dit dip
I got up this mornin' turned on my radio
I was checkin' on the surfin' scene
To see if i would go
And when the dj tells me that the surfin' is fine
That's when i know my baby and i will have a good time
Surfin' is the only life
The only way for me.
Now surf, surf (surfin') with me
From the early morning to the middle of the night
Any time the surf is up the time is right
And when the surf is down and things get lazy
We'll do the surfer's stomp that's when the surfers go crazy
Surfin' is the only life
The only way for me.
Now surf, surf (surfin') with me
Now the dawn is breaking and we really gotta go
But we'll be back here very soon that you better know
You know my surfer knots are rising and my board is losing wax
(yeah yeah hey now)
But that won't stop me baby cause you know i'm coming back
Surfin' is the only life
The only way for me.
Now surf, surf (surfin') with me
Bom bom dit di dit dip (surfin')
Bom bom dit di dit dip (surfin')
Bom bom dit di dit dip (surfin')
Bom bom dit di dit dip (surfin')
Bom bom dit di dit dip (surfin')
Bom bom dit di dit dip (surfin')
Bom bom dit di dit dip (surfin')
Bom bom dit di dit dip (surfin')
Bom bom dit di dit dip (surfin')

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song performed by Beach Boys
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Papa-oom-mow-mow

Ah, papa-oom-muh-muh-muh-muh
Ah, papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
The funniest sound i ever heard
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
But i can't understand a single word
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
But if he's serious or if he's playin'
Whoo, my my is all he's sayin'
Papa, whooo
Baba-baba-baba-whoooooooo!
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Well i said there, pop, say what's your name
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Why don't you come around and show your face?
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
The weirdest sound--i can't figure it out--
I can't believe this sound makes me slap and shout
Papa, whooo
Baba-baba-baba-whoooooooo! yeah!
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Dit-dit-dit
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-papa-papa-oom-muh-muh-muh-muh
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit

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song performed by Beach Boys
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Go Cut Creator Go

[LL Cool J]
1, 2, 3 'o' clock 4 'o' clock ROCK
5, 6, 7 'o' clock 8 'o' clock ROCK
9, 10, 11 'o' clock 12 'o' clock ROCK
Gonna ROCK (What?) ROCK, ROCK around the clock
Three years ago in St. Albans, Queens
I was rockin at a park called one eighteen
Little kids stood and watched as I rocked the spot
Didn't know that years later I'll be standin on top
Livin near Farmers Boulevard I was born and base-shaw
Stopped the rich and shaked hands with the poor
And this is a story about a brother I know
Cut Creator on the fader no watch him go
[Chorus]
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
[LL Cool J]
When back in the days before I clocked some dough
I used to go to the show and sit in the front row
Hopin and prayin one day I'll get on the road
So I had a feeler and a summer and I meet when I'm stoned
Not fearin a thought, got stung like a horse
Don't make fun of my posse, cause each man is a boss
When his only damn way to pull a jam out the crate
One time for your mind
Check out the guitar break
[Chorus]
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
[LL Cool J]
This jam just wasn't enough for Jimmy Hendrix to see
He could do lessons of mixin take you under his wing
Straight from the heart cause it ain't the money that we came here for
Ain't no thoughts in the room ain't breakin no roles
And in the Rock 'n' Roll land, a big strivin plan
Just my posse learn the vocals what little they had
It's all about us three: Eve, Phil & Jay
He heard Cut Creator cut now check it out to play

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song performed by LL Cool J
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Its Ok

Fun is in
Its no sin
Its that time again
To shed your load
Hit the road
On the run again
Summer skies
In our eyes
And a warmer sun
Its one for all
All for one
All for all out fun
Gotta go to it
Gonna go through it
Gotta get with it
Lookin good
Down the hood
Of a funky ride
On the way
To the tide
Just to tan your hide
In the shade
Lemonade
In the sun ocean spray
To get your face
In the race
Or lay backs no disgrace
Gotta go to it
Gonna go through it
Gotta get with it
Its ok to get out there and
Have some fun
By yourself maybe
Or else with a special one.
Good or bad
Glad or sad
Its all gonna pass
So its ok
Lets all play
And enjoy it while it lasts
Gotta go to it
Gonna go through it
Gotta get with it
Find a ride
Find a ride
Find a ride (in the sum-sum-summertime dit dit)
Find a ride (in the sum-sum-summertime dit dit)
Find a ride (in the sum-sum-summertime dit dit)
Find a ride (in the sum-sum-summertime dit dit)
Find a ride (in the sum-sum-summertime dit dit)

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song performed by Beach Boys
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Tin Machine

Tin machine
Tin machine
Take me anywhere
Somewhere without alcohol
Or goons with muddy hair
Tin machine
Tin machine
Tin machine
Tin machine
The zombies that I pass
The guy that beats his baby up
The preachers and their past
Tin machine
Tin machine
Tin machine
Baby doll
Baby doll
Clarity and prayer
Theres more than money moving here
Theres mindless maggot glare
Working horrors-humping tories
Spittle on their chins
Carving up my childrens future
Read em pal and grin
Raging raging raging
Burning in my room
Cmon and get a good idea
Cmon and get it soon
Im waiting on the fire escape
Im not exactly well
Im neither red nor black nor white
Im grey and blown to hell
Tin machine
Tin machine
Make some new computer thing
That puts me on the moon
Not this psycho-time-bomb planet
Poised to meet its maker
Shake a leg
Tin machine
Tin machine
One sick deathless duty to remain endangered species
They reach right out to touch someone
Then wash their crusty hands
Tin machine
Tin machine
Baby doll
Baby doll
Blue suede tuneless wonders
Mass confusion-faithless blues

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song performed by David Bowie
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Brandy

There's a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes
And there's a girl in this harbor town
And she works layin' whiskey down
They say "Brandy, fetch another round"
She serves them whiskey and wine
The sailors say "Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
Brandy wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the North of Spain
A locket that bears the name
Of the man that Brandy loves
He came on a summer's day
Bringin' gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn't stay
No harbor was his home
The sailor said " Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean foam rise
She saw its ragin' glory
But he had always told the truth, lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
At night when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man who's not around
She still can hear him say
She hears him say " Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
"Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
FADE
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea

song performed by Red Hot Chili Peppers
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Sadeness Part 1 (Extended Trance Mix)

Sade dit moi
Sade donne moi
Sade dit moi qu'est ce que tu vas chercher?
le bien par le mal
la vertu par le vice
Sade dit moi pourquoi l' 'evangile du mal?
quelle est ta religion ou' sont tes fide'les?
Si tu es contre Dieu, tu es contre l'homme.
Sade dit moi pourquoi le sang pour le plaisir?
Le plaisir sans l'amour.
N'y a t'il plus de sentiment dans le culte de l'homme ?
Sade es-tu diabolique ou divin?
Sade, tell me...
Sade, give me...
Sade, tell me...what is it that you seek?
The rightness of wrong, the virtue of vice...
Sade, tell me...why the Gospel of evil?
What is your religion? Where are your faithful?
If you are against God, you are against man...
Sade, tell me...why blood for pleasure? Pleasure without love?
Is there no emotion in the cult of man?
Sade, are you diabolical or divine?
SADENESS (Extended Version lyrics in [])
Sade dit moi
Sade donne moi
Sade dit moi...
qu'est ce que tu vas chercher?
le bien par le mal, la vertu par le vice?
Sade dit moi...
pourquoi l' 'evangile du mal?
quelle est ta religion ou' sont tes fide'les?
Si tu es contre Dieu, tu es contre l'homme.
[Sade dit moi pourquoi le sang pour le plaisir?
Le plaisir sans l'amour.
N'y a t'il plus de sentiment dans le culte de l'homme?]
Sade es-tu diabolique ou divin?
Sade dit moi...
Sade donne moi...
Sade dit moi...
Sade donne moi...
[The prinicpals of lust]
Sade dit moi...
Sade donne moi...(x3 to fade)
Sade, tell me...
Sade, give me...
Sade, tell me...
what is it that you seek?
The rightness of wrong, the virtue of vice...
Sade, tell me...
why the Gospel of evil?

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song performed by Enigma
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Cut You Down To Size

Dont you know theyre gonna cut you down to size
(they cut you down yeah theyll cut you down)
Youre gonna find out when you see it right in their eyes
(they cut you down yeah theyll cut you down)
How does it feel when you see through your disguise
(they cut you down yeah theyll cut you down)
And they cut you down, yeah they cut you down
They cut you down to size
How does it feel
Whatd you do with this fire inside
Where do you turn now that you realize
Where you go when you run out of alibis
Tell me
Dont you know theyre gonna cut you down to size
(they cut you down yeah theyll cut you down)
Youre gonna find out when you see it right in their eyes
(they cut you down yeah theyll cut you down)
How does it feel when you see through your disguise
(they cut you down yeah theyll cut you down)
And they cut you down to, they cut you down to
They cut you down to size
How does it feel
How does it feel
Youve been living with your own suspicion
Now youve got to believe
I know youve heard it said that only the strong survive
Dont you know theyre gonna cut you down to size
(they cut you down yeah theyll cut you down)
Youre gonna find out when you see it right in their eyes
(they cut you down yeah theyll cut you down)
How does it feel when you see through your disguise
(they cut you down yeah theyll cut you down)
And they cut you down to size
Dont you know theyre gonna
How does it feel when you see through your disguise
And they cut you down to, cut you down to
Cut you down to size
Get up stand up, come back for another round
And they cut you down to size
Cut you down to size

song performed by Starship
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Gunga Din

You may talk o' gin and beer
When you're quartered safe out 'ere,
An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it;
But when it comes to slaughter
You will do your work on water,
An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.
Now in Injia's sunny clime,
Where I used to spend my time
A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen,
Of all them blackfaced crew
The finest man I knew
Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din.
He was "Din! Din! Din!
You limpin' lump o' brick-dust, Gunga Din!
Hi! slippery ~hitherao~!
Water, get it! ~Panee lao~! [Bring water swiftly.]
You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din."

The uniform 'e wore
Was nothin' much before,
An' rather less than 'arf o' that be'ind,
For a piece o' twisty rag
An' a goatskin water-bag
Was all the field-equipment 'e could find.
When the sweatin' troop-train lay
In a sidin' through the day,
Where the 'eat would make your bloomin' eyebrows crawl,
We shouted "Harry By!" [Mr. Atkins's equivalent for "O brother."]
Till our throats were bricky-dry,
Then we wopped 'im 'cause 'e couldn't serve us all.
It was "Din! Din! Din!
You 'eathen, where the mischief 'ave you been?
You put some ~juldee~ in it [Be quick.]
Or I'll ~marrow~ you this minute [Hit you.]
If you don't fill up my helmet, Gunga Din!"

'E would dot an' carry one
Till the longest day was done;
An' 'e didn't seem to know the use o' fear.
If we charged or broke or cut,
You could bet your bloomin' nut,
'E'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear.
With 'is ~mussick~ on 'is back, [Water-skin.]
'E would skip with our attack,
An' watch us till the bugles made "Retire",
An' for all 'is dirty 'ide
'E was white, clear white, inside
When 'e went to tend the wounded under fire!
It was "Din! Din! Din!"
With the bullets kickin' dust-spots on the green.

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poem by Rudyard Kipling
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This Car Of Mine

This car of mine
A-win I got (bought) her now she wasnt new
Old and broke down
This car of mine
Theres been a lot of races we been through
No slow poke now
I never want to part with her you see
This little car means a heck of a lot to me
(this car of mine, oooooo)
I remember the day
A-when I chose her over all those old broken junkers
Thought I could tell
Underneath a coat of rust she was gold
No clunker
Just couldnt wait to take her home with me
And fix her up just as new as she could be
(this car of mine, this car of mine, this car of mine, this car of mine,
Oooooo)
Aint no amount of gold any mine
Would be enough to take away this car of mine
(this car of mine, dit til lee hup hup)
This car of mine
(dit til lee hup hup dit til lee hup hup)
Oh his car of mine
(dit til lee hup hup dit til lee hup hup)
Shes so so fine now
(dit til lee hup hup dit til lee hup hup)
This car, this car so fine now
(dit til lee hup hup dit til lee hup hup)
Mmm shes so fine...

song performed by Beach Boys
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Tin Soldier Man

Just a quiet city sport[? ]
With a wife and little kids to support
So immaculately dressed when he walks
Like a soldier on parade
Hes a tin soldier man
Living in a little tin wonderland
Very happy little tin soldier man
When you set him on your knee
Every day you see his army march down the street
Changing guards at the high road
Hes a tin soldier man
Wickie wa-waddle doo[? ]
And hes got a little tin lady too
Just to put a little shine on his shoes
And keep his uniform tidy
Hes a tin soldier man
Wickie wa-waddle doo[? ]
And hes got a little tin lady too
Just to put a little shine on his shoes
And make his uniform tidy
Hes a tin soldier man
Living in a little tin wonderland
Very happy little tin soldier man
When you sit him on your knee
Hes a tin soldier man
Hes a tin soldier man

song performed by Kinks
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Cut It Out

Sitting in darwins theory
And youre down in the 48
Im practicing politics
Your practicing guitar and staying out late
Howd we get so turned around
Why did we make it so hard
Why cant we cut it out tender
Give us something good to remember
Hey my my my my rock star
Saw your feet leave the ground
You said all I wanted to be is loud
I was ushering your friends in
I was I was
I was trying to clear the aisles
Howd you get so turned around
Why did you make it so hard
Why cant you cut it out Im tender
Give me something good to remember
I said
Cut it out
Cut it all out
So its alaska in the summertime
In the wintertime Im free
The days are short cold and wasted
Nowhere is warm enough for me
Baby you tell me what happened
Why did I make it so hard
Cant I cut it our youre tender
Give you something good to remember
Baby you tell me what happened
(why did we make it so hard)
How did I make it so hard
(can you tell me what happened)
I wonder
Oh cut it out Im tender
(why did we make it so hard)
Give me something
Give me something good to remember
(why did we make it so hard)
(why did we make it so hard)
(can you tell me what happened)
(why did we make it so hard)
(can you tell me what happened)
(why did you make it so hard)
(can you tell me what happened)
(why did we make it so hard)
(can you tell me what happened)
I said
Cut it out
Cut it all out

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song performed by Indigo Girls
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October

'- Du har ei Ro, ei Smerte
Tomt er der i dit Hjerte;
Saa døsigt Taagen ligger
Rundt om det visne Krat! -.'
*
Storken er reist til fremmed' Land, Spurven boer i dens Rede;
Løvet falder, men Bærret staaer rødt paa den sorte Hede.
Taagen ligger saa kold og klam, Vedet fældes i Skoven,
Bonden gaaer paa den vaade Mark, vælter Jorden med Ploven.
Over de sorte Muldvarpskud flyver en vildsom Svale,
Skjuler sig mellem Mosens Rør, kan ei synge, ei tale.
Draaben falder saa kold og tung ned fra Træernes Grene;
Minderne leve, uden dem følte sig Hjertet ene.
Som Oceaners dybe Ro førend Stormene stige,
Ja, som et Havblik er der i hele Naturens Rige,
Havblik, Forbudet paa en Storm, snart den stiger med Vælde,
Da skal Skoven staae som et Vrag, alt de Masterne fælde.
Tomhed breder sig meer og meer, her er ei Fryd, ei Smerte;
Livstomt staaer den stolte Naturs svulmende Digterhjerte.

I Vaar Din Sol sig tændte,
Dit unge Hjerte brændte,
Alt blev til Blomst og Blade,
Og Fuglene sang glade -
Din Sjæl var Kjærlighed.
Med Liv Du Alt omsno'ede.
Selv paa Ruinen gro'ede
Den grønne Vedbend'-Ranke;
Og Troskab var Din Tanke,
Lyksalighed Dit Meed.
Alt aanded' Liv og Varme,
Du holdt i Dine Arme
Din skjønne Blomsterpige;
Din Drøm var uden Lige.
Nu har hun Dig forladt!
Og Blomsterne er' døde,
Dybt i Dit Bryst er øde,
Du har ei Ro, ei Smerte,
Tomt er der i Dit Hjerte;
Saa døsigt Taagen ligger
Rundt om det visne Krat.
Du kan ei mere drømme.
O svulm, I vilde Strømme!
Ryst Storm din stærke Vinge,
En anden Qval Du bringe,
Ei denne sløve Hvile!
Send Dødens skarpe Pile,
Dig Straa-Død er forhadt!

Stille! see, hvor Taagen løfter sig høit fra den vaade Vang;

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poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Tanker ved en ituslagen Jydepotte

Du er ei meer!
Din Digter græder ved Dit brudte Leer.
Din Lod det blev at taale Røg og Flamme,
Dog stod Du fast; Du var og blev den samme.
Faa kjendte Dig paa denne store Jord,
Dog i Din Død Du nævnes skal i Nord;
Jeg i Avisen vil et Grav-Vers sætte,
Saa Taarer skal de Skjønnes Kinder tvætte.
Først var Du Leer, nu bliver Du det atter;
Saa gaaer det selv Naturens bedste Datter.
Ak! var Du falden i en Kunstners Haand,
Du havde vundet ved hans Skaber-Aand;
Som Vase skulde Du da Øiet gotte;
Men Skjæbnen bød, — Du blev en Jydepotte.
Dit Liv svandt hen saa stille, indgetogen;
Som Askepot Du sov i Skammekrogen.
Tidt saae jeg Dig imellem Røg og Ild,
Naar Maanen skinnede saa bleg og mild.
Jeg saae Din Damp, i den steeg Aander frem,
Og søgte gjennem Skorsteens-Piben hjem.
Dig glemte de, naar de saae Stjerner tindre;
Da hørte jeg det koge i Dit Indre.
Ja Du har følt og lidt som en Heltinde, -
Fred med Dit Minde!
En Digter hører helst sin egen Sang,
Thi vil jeg læse min saa mangen Gang,
Til Alfen kommer paa de hvide Vinger,
Og Trøsten bringer.

Om Børn og Linned drømte jeg i Nat,
Da vidste jeg, det ei var rigtigt fat.
Et Skrig fra Kjøkkenet jog mig af mine Drømme,
Der saae jeg Dine Skaar i Suppe svømme.
Alt var Forvirring, slukt var Skorsteens-Flammen,
Malene græd og samlede Dig sammen.
I Gaarden skal nu Dine Stumper hvile,
Smaa-Blomster snart vil fra Din Gravhøi smile.
Lad Tiden dække Alt med sine Vinger,
Maaskee i Døden den Dit Held Dig bringer:
Hvor nu er Land, var fordums Tid et Hav,
En Bøge-Skov kan voxe om Din Grav;
Et Sekel gaaer;
En Antiqvar vil finde Dine Skaar;
Dybt i hans Indre taler høit en Stemme,
At Konge-Støv Du eengang monne gjemme.
Til et Musæum skal Du Veien finde,
Som Skaar og Stumper Livets Krandse vinde.
Og nu Farvel! jeg skal Din Grav besøge,
Men lov mig, at Du aldrig her vil spøge. -
Græd ei, Malene!

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poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Sadeness Part I

Sadeness (extended version)
Sade dit moi (sade tell me)
Sade donne moi (sade give me)
Sade dit moi quest ce que tu (sade tell me what is it)
Vas chercher ? (that you seek? )
Le bien par le mal (the rightness of wrong)
La vertu par le vice (the virtue of vice)
Sade dit moi pourquoi (sade tell me why the)
L evangile du mal ? (gospel of evil? )
Quelle est ta religion (what is your religion? )
Ou' sont tes fide'les ? (where are your faithful? )
Si tu es contre dieu, (if you are against god,)
Tu es contre lhomme. (you are against man)
* sade dit moi pourquoi le sang (sade tell me why blood for)
Pour le plaisir ? (pleasure? )
* le plaisir sans lamour. (pleasure without love? )
* ny a til plus de sentiment dans is there no emotion in the
Le culte de lhomme ? (cult of man? )
Sade es-tu diabolique ou divin? (sade are you diabolical or )divine?
Sade dit moi (sade tell me)
Sade donne moi (sade give me)
Sade dit moi (sade tell me)
Sade donne moi (sade give me)
Sade dit moi (sade tell me)
Sade donne moi (sade give me)
[lyrics with an asterisk (*) denote lyrics not found on the album version]

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Sadeness Part I (Extended Trance Mix)

Sadeness (extended version)
Sade dit moi (sade tell me)
Sade donne moi (sade give me)
Sade dit moi qu'est ce que tu (sade tell me what is it)
Vas chercher ? (that you seek?)
Le bien par le mal (the rightness of wrong)
La vertu par le vice (the virtue of vice)
Sade dit moi pourquoi (sade tell me why the)
L' 'evangile du mal ? (gospel of evil?)
Quelle est ta religion (what is your religion?)
Ou' sont tes fide'les ? (where are your faithful?)
Si tu es contre dieu, (if you are against god,)
Tu es contre l'homme. (you are against man)
* sade dit moi pourquoi le sang (sade tell me why blood for)
Pour le plaisir ? (pleasure?)
* le plaisir sans l'amour. (pleasure without love?)
* n'y a t'il plus de sentiment dans is there no emotion in the
Le culte de l'homme ? (cult of man?)
Sade es-tu diabolique ou divin? (sade are you diabolical or )divine?
Sade dit moi (sade tell me)
Sade donne moi (sade give me)
Sade dit moi (sade tell me)
Sade donne moi (sade give me)
Sade dit moi (sade tell me)
Sade donne moi (sade give me)
[lyrics with an asterisk (*) denote lyrics not found on the album version]

song performed by Enigma
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Deux voix dans le ciel

(extrait)

Le bleu matin dorait l'herbe dans les fossés ;
Les froids tombeaux, devant le porche de l'église,
Dormaient. Au coin du bois Pierre rencontra Lise,
Et lui dit : - Viens. - Où donc ? - Au bois. - je ne veux pas.
Les moissonneurs prenaient à l'ombre leur repas ;
Les gais pinsons jouaient sur les pierres des tombes.
- Oh ! là-bas, sur ce toit, vois toutes ces colombes !
Dit-elle ; et Pierre dit : - C'est chez moi qu'on les voit.
Viens les voir. J'ai ma chambre au bord de ce vieux toit.
J'ai chez moi la colombe et sa soeur l'hirondelle.
Tu pourras dans tes mains les prendre. - Vrai ? dit-elle,
Dans mes mains ? - Dans tes mains ! Viens-tu ? - Je n'ose pas.
Le sentier, complaisant ou traître, pas à pas,
Les mena tous les deux, pensifs, vers la chaumière.
Tout le long du chemin Lise avait peur de Pierre.
Pierre dit : - C'est ici. - Dans l'escalier étroit
Leurs souffles se mêlaient. Les colombes du toit,
Les entendant venir, fuirent à tire-d'aile.
- Où donc est la colombe ? où donc est l'hirondelle ?
Dit Lise ; et Pierre dit tout bas : - Ô ma beauté,
Les oiseaux sont partis, mais l'amour est resté.
Des roses emplissaient ce nid d'une odeur d'ambre ;
Elle entra rougissante... -

poem by Victor Hugo
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Marts

'Livets Frihed, Jordens Baand,
Kamp imellem Form og Aand.'

*
Mægtigt Vaarens Pulse banke,
Dog er det saa kold en Tid;
See, imellem Form og Tanke
Viser sig den store Strid;
Aaret giver i det Mindre,
Hvad i Secler Verden gav,
Hvad du seer, hvor Stjerner tindre,
Og i Oldtids sjunkne Grav,
Livets Frihed, Jordens Baand,
Kamp imellem Form og Aand.
*
Jorden.
Ton høit i Tidens Kamp mit stolte Qvad!
En Verden være mig mit Nodeblad,
Urbjergene, som dybt grundfæsted' staae,
De er' de sorte Streger, sat' derpaa,

Og hver Forstening, hvert et Lag deri,
Er Noden til den stolte Melodie.
Hvert Mammuthsdyr, hver Blomst i Stenen bundet
Os synger om et Liv, som er forsvundet,
Om Tidens Stræben, Tidens snevre Baand,
Om Kampen mellem Formerne og Aand.

Hvo sprængte Himlen med sit Stjernetal,
Den vidtudstrakte Ymers Pandeskal,
Den høie Himmelhvælving i sin Skranke -
Hvo, uden Aanden med sin Flamme-Tanke?
Copernikus gav Jorden Liv og Gang,
Stolt alle Sphærerne i Rummet sang,
De gamle Former bort som Avner fløi,
Og Verden blev saa navnløs stor og høi.

Den vilde Søgang bryder stolt hver Skranke,
Og Klippen brister, som den skjøre Planke,
Sø bliver Land og Landet atter Sø,
Men dobbelt skjøn sig reiser Ø ved Ø,
Det indre Liv sig lader ei betvinge.
See! Skovene fra Jordens Muld fremspringe,
Fixstjernens Skjær naaer ned til Jordens Bugt,
Skjøndt Secler svinde i dens snare Flugt,
Men Rummet ei kan Kraftens Straale dæmpe,
Forgjæves Titans Børn mod Himlen kjæmpe.
Brænd Byer af, riv ned med Tiger-Kloe,
Strøe Salt i Gruset, at ei Græs skal groe! -
Dog reiser Aanden atter Steen ved Steen,

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poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Little Tin God

A new age is dawning
On fewer than expected
Business is usual
Thats how the headline read
Some shaky modern saviors
Have now been resurrected
In all this excitement
You may have been misled
People want a miracle
They say oh lord, cant you see us?
Were tryin to make a livin down here
And keep the children fed
But, from little dark motel rooms
To six flags over jesus
How are the mighty fallen
So the Bible said
You dont have to pray to a little tin god
Step out of the way for a little tin god
You might fear the reaper, you might fear the rod
But you never have to get down on your knees
You dont have to holler, please, please
No, you never have to get down on your knees
For a little tin god
The cowboys name was jingo
And he knew that there was trouble
So in a blaze of glory
He rode out of the west
No one was ever certain
What it was that he was sayin
But they loved it when he told them
They were better than the rest
But you dont have to pray for a little tin god
Step out of the way for a little tin god
You might hate to system, hate the job
But you never have to get down on your knees
You dont have to holler, please, please
No, you never have to get down on your knees
For a little tin god
Throw down a rope from heaven
And lead the flock to water
The man in the middle would have you think
That you have no other choice
But to wander in the wilderness
Of all the upturned faces
If you stop and listen long enough
You will hear your own small voice
But you dont have to pray to a little tin god
Step out of the way for a little tin god
You might fear the reaper, fear the rod
But you never have to get down on your knees

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song performed by Don Henley
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