B-Day
Tankard lyrics
Tankard lyrics
"Grave New World Lyrics"
The Ballad Of St. Anne's Reel Lyrics
(Mallett) He was stranded in some tiny town on fair Prince Edward Isle, awaiting for a ship to come and find him A one-horse place, a friendly face, some coffee and a tiny trace of fiddling in the distance far behind him. A dime a
(Mallett) He was stranded in some tiny town on fair Prince Edward Isle, awaiting for a ship to come and find him A one-horse place, a friendly face, some coffee and a tiny trace of fiddling in the distance far behind him. A dime a
Melt to the beat of the drum
Melt to be one, to be one
What thou wer'st, what thou be
Creature of the hatchery
Not a man reeling free
Bear this mark of destiny
Alpha, Beta, Gamma and Delta
Is the song that society sings
Soma coma, fucking by numbers
And consume as much as you can
Free from love, free from hate
Sterile and stable<
Its a Mans World Lyrics
(J. Napolitano) Happy New Year! (Happy nowhere!) Where are you going? (Slow, I don't care where...) Where? (Oh, I'll get there) I WILL get there Monday, one step Tuesday, two I'd crawl on my hands and knees
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(J. Napolitano) Happy New Year! (Happy nowhere!) Where are you going? (Slow, I don't care where...) Where? (Oh, I'll get there) I WILL get there Monday, one step Tuesday, two I'd crawl on my hands and knees
Urge and instinct channeling
Feeling disabled
Pour the genes into the mould
Of what is needed
Engineer conformity
The pool is weeded
[Chorus:]
No more devils, no more heaven
Grave new world
Free and killing or bound and willing
Slave or savage
Dear the calm weighed in souls
But the matter goes untold
[Bob Marley] You know that I love you, Baby, but you just won't let me. You know that I love you, Baby, but you just won't let me. Every morning I get up, I
Multiplies in wretched clones
Endless columns,
mother of sameness
Breeding life in a clinical way
Fear of flowers, learning and playing
For the ones
that are meant to be slaves
Factoried, standardized
Humans conditioned
Play the part
that they're ascribed
No free decision
No More
Midgets With Guns Lyrics
Broken arms, I would hold you Even if I had broken arms. Can you make a tourniquet for a broken heart? A bad idea? Well I suppose its up to me to juxtapose myself. Theres little guys with little guns Inside our mouths, inside our h
oubt, no more questBroken arms, I would hold you Even if I had broken arms. Can you make a tourniquet for a broken heart? A bad idea? Well I suppose its up to me to juxtapose myself. Theres little guys with little guns Inside our mouths, inside our h
Nothing but answers
Whispered twenty million times
Til all believe them
[Chorus]
We are clay in the hands
Of those who make us
In a vision not our own
Blindfolded robots
God is dead, man is god
Above his fellow
Nothing here's an accident
But you will not know
[Chorus]