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  • Comedian
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qjm_LgM_6G0

    Silence disguised
    I watch you
    Show me the hurt
    that haunts you
    would you despise the thrill
    If all you hide were mine?

    I can't hold on any longer
    These feelings keep growing stronger
    Echoes that deafen the mind
    will bury my voice in their wake

    Caught in a Web
    Removed from the world
    Hanging on by a thread
    Spinning the lies
    devised in my head

    I've seen the path
    the one you take
    shows the truth
    for you to make
    This turn of phrase
    we might not see
    is the thirst of desire
    found so easily

    Try to push me 'round
    the world some more
    And make me live in fear
    I bare all that I am
    made of now
    Attractive I don't care
    'Cause even when I danced with life
    no one was there to share

    Does this voice the wounds of your soul?
    Does this voice the wounds of your soul?

    Caught in a Web
    Removed from the world
    Hanging on by a thread
    Spinning the lies
    devised in my head

    Tried to live the life
    you live and saw
    It doesn't work for me
    I bare all that I am
    made of now
    Attractive, I can't be
    Inside the Dance of Life is one
    I'll never hold to me

    You can't heal the wounds of my soul.
    You can't heal the wounds of my soul.

    Caught in a Web
    Removed from the world
    Hanging on by a thread
    Spinning the lies
    devised in my head

    Caught in a Web
    Refused by the world
    Hanging on by a thread
    Spinning a cage
    Denied and misread (8)

    :carrete:
    ~ El Chuchetumare! ~
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CL655TDvDpk

    En el rodeo'e Los Andes, comadre Lola,
    le pegaron su puñete al Guatón Loyola,
    le pegaron su puñete al Guatón Loyola,
    por dársela de encachao', comadre Lola,
    lo dejaron pa' la historia al Guatón Loyola,
    En el rodeo'e Los Andes, comadre Lola,
    Combo que se perdía
    lo recibía el Guatón Loyola
    peleando con entereza
    bajo las mesas, comadre Lola. Combo que se perdía lo recibía el Guatón Loyola,
    bajo la mesa sí
    como estropajo el Guatón Loyola
    el otro gallo arriba
    y el gordo abajo, comadre Lola.
    Quedó como cacerola,
    comadre Lola, el Guatón Loyola.

    :zippycueca:
    Comedian
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y0Dml4ADnBg

    The big machines take care of you
    Until you kill yourself
    And then the sales go through the roof
    Calculated, formulated
    Feed my head with simple thoughts
    And let me breathe instead of being taught
    All bottled up and tearing at the seams
    I'm bored
    Just let me breathe (8)

    :carrete:
    Comedian
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ft7QMuliH2M&feature=related

    If you didn't care what happened to me,
    And I didn't care for you,
    We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain
    Occasionally glancing up through the rain.
    Wondering wich of the buggars to blame
    And watching for pigs on the wing.

    You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
    You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
    You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
    And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
    You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.

    And after a while, you can work on points for style.
    Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
    A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
    You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
    So that when they turn their backs on you,
    You'll get the chance to put the knife in.

    You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
    You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you
    get older.
    And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,
    Hide your head in the sand,
    Just another sad old man,
    All alone and dying of cancer.

    And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
    And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
    And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw
    around.
    So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
    Dragged down by the stone.

    I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
    Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
    Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
    If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this
    maze?

    Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
    That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.
    And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
    And everything's done under the sun,
    And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.

    Who was born in a house full of pain.
    Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
    Who was told what to do by the man.
    Who was broken by trained personnel.
    Who was fitted with collar and chain.
    Who was given a pat on the back.
    Who was breaking away from the pack.
    Who was only a stranger at home.
    Who was ground down in the end.
    Who was found dead on the phone.
    Who was dragged down by the stone.

    Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are.
    You well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are.
    And when your hand is on your heart,
    You're nearly a good laugh,
    Almost a joker,
    With your head down in the pig bin,
    Saying "Keep on digging."
    Pig stain on your fat chin.
    What do you hope to find.
    When you're down in the pig mine.
    You're nearly a laugh,
    You're nearly a laugh
    But you're really a cry.

    Bus stop rat bag, ha ha charade you are.
    You fucked up old hag, ha ha charade you are.
    You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.
    You're nearly a good laugh,
    Almost worth a quick grin.
    You like the feel of steel,
    You're hot stuff with a hatpin,
    And good fun with a hand gun.
    You're nearly a laugh,
    You're nearly a laugh
    But you're really a cry.

    Hey you, Whitehouse,
    Ha ha charade you are.
    You house proud town mouse,
    Ha ha charade you are
    You're trying to keep our feelings off the street.
    You're nearly a real treat,
    All tight lips and cold feet
    And do you feel abused?
    .....! .....! .....! .....!
    You gotta stem the evil tide,
    And keep it all on the inside.
    Mary you're nearly a treat,
    Mary you're nearly a treat
    But you're really a cry.

    Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away;
    Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air.
    You better watch out,
    There may be dogs about
    I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen
    Things are not what they seem.

    What do you get for pretending the danger's not real.
    Meek and obedient you follow the leader
    Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel.
    What a surprise!
    A look of terminal shock in your eyes.
    Now things are really what they seem.
    No, this is no bad dream.

    The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
    He makes me down to lie
    Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by.
    With bright knives He releaseth my soul.
    He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
    He converteth me to lamb cutlets,
    For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger.
    When cometh the day we lowly ones,
    Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
    Master the art of karate,
    Lo, we shall rise up,
    And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water.

    Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream.
    Wave upon wave of demented avengers
    March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.

    Have you heard the news?
    The dogs are dead!
    You better stay home
    And do as you're told.
    Get out of the road if you want to grow old

    You know that I care what happens to you,
    And I know that you care for me.
    So I don't feel alone,
    Or the weight of the stone,
    Now that I've found somewhere safe
    To bury my bone.
    And any fool knows a dog needs a home,
    A shelter from pigs on the wing... (8)

    ....
    Comedian
    What do you mean, "I don't believe in God"?
    I talk to him every day.
    What do you mean, "I don't support your system"?
    I go to court when I have to.
    What do you mean, "I can't get to work on time"?
    I got nothing better to do
    And, what do you mean, "I don't pay my bills"?
    Why do you think I'm broke? Huh?

    If there's a new way,
    I'll be the first in line.
    But, it better work this time.

    What do you mean, "I hurt your feelings"?
    I didn't know you had any feelings.
    What do you mean, "I ain't kind"?
    I'm just not your kind.
    What do you mean, "I couldn't be the president of the United States of America"?
    Tell me something, it's still "We the people", right?

    If there's a new way
    I'll be the first in line,
    But, it better work this time.

    Can you put a price on peace?
    Peace,
    Peace sells...,
    Peace,
    Peace sells...,
    Peace sells...,but who's buying?
    Peace sells...,but who's buying?
    Peace sells...,but who's buying?
    Peace sells...,but who's buying?
    ....... (8)

    :carrete:
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