Lou Reed - Tekstovi pesama
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"Doin' The Things That We Want To"
The other night we went to see sam's play
Doin' the things that we want to
It was very physical it held you to the stage
Doin' the things that he wants to
Doin' the things that he wants to
The guy's a cowboy from some rodeo
Doin' the things that he wants to
The girl had once loved him, but now she want to go
Doin' the things that she wants to
Doin' the things that she wants to
The man was bullish, the woman was a tease
Doin' the things that they want to
They fought with their words, their bodies and their deeds
Doin' the things that they want to
When they finished fighting, they exited the stage
Doin' the things that they want to
I was firmly struck by the way they had behaved
Doin' the things that they want to
Doin' the things that they want to
Hey
It reminds me of the movies marty made about new york
(doin' the things that he wants to)
Those frank and brutal movies that are so brilliant
(doin' the things that he wants to)
"true love" meet "the raging bull"
(doin' the things that he wants to)
They're very inspirational, I love the things they do
(doin' the things that he wants to)
Doin' the things that I want to
There's not much you hear on the radio today
(doin' the things that we want to)
But you could still see a movie or a play
(doin' the things that we want to)
Here's to "travis bickle" and here's "johnny boy"
(doin' the things that we want to)
Growing up in the mean streets of new york
(doin' the things that we want to)
I wrote this song 'cause I'd like to shake your hand
(doin' the things that we want to)
In a way you guys are the best friends I ever had
(doin' the things that we want to)
Doin' the things that we want to
That we want to
A true love
The other night we went to see sam's play
Doin' the things that we want to
It was very physical it held you to the stage
Doin' the things that he wants to
Doin' the things that he wants to
The guy's a cowboy from some rodeo
Doin' the things that he wants to
The girl had once loved him, but now she want to go
Doin' the things that she wants to
Doin' the things that she wants to
The man was bullish, the woman was a tease
Doin' the things that they want to
They fought with their words, their bodies and their deeds
Doin' the things that they want to
When they finished fighting, they exited the stage
Doin' the things that they want to
I was firmly struck by the way they had behaved
Doin' the things that they want to
Doin' the things that they want to
Hey
It reminds me of the movies marty made about new york
(doin' the things that he wants to)
Those frank and brutal movies that are so brilliant
(doin' the things that he wants to)
"true love" meet "the raging bull"
(doin' the things that he wants to)
They're very inspirational, I love the things they do
(doin' the things that he wants to)
Doin' the things that I want to
There's not much you hear on the radio today
(doin' the things that we want to)
But you could still see a movie or a play
(doin' the things that we want to)
Here's to "travis bickle" and here's "johnny boy"
(doin' the things that we want to)
Growing up in the mean streets of new york
(doin' the things that we want to)
I wrote this song 'cause I'd like to shake your hand
(doin' the things that we want to)
In a way you guys are the best friends I ever had
(doin' the things that we want to)
Doin' the things that we want to
That we want to
A true love
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Re: Lou Reed - Tekstovi pesama
"Don't Hurt A Woman"
I was angry, I said things I shouldn't say
But please don't turn your back
Sometimes I get so upset
But I take it all back
Please don't go, I know I was wrong
Sometimes I don't know what comes over me
But I try to remember
Don't hurt a woman
Don't hurt a woman
I was angry, I said things I shouldn't say
I must have lost control
Sometimes something clicks in my head
And I'm not myself anymore
That wasn't me, you can't believe everything you see
Let's make believe I never said a word
And I'll try to remember
Don't hurt a Woman
Try to remember
Don't hurt a Woman
Try to remember
Don't hurt a Woman
I'll try to remember
Don't hurt a Woman
'Cause I been lovin' you so long
I was angry, I said things I shouldn't say
But please don't turn your back
Sometimes I get so upset
But I take it all back
Please don't go, I know I was wrong
Sometimes I don't know what comes over me
But I try to remember
Don't hurt a woman
Don't hurt a woman
I was angry, I said things I shouldn't say
I must have lost control
Sometimes something clicks in my head
And I'm not myself anymore
That wasn't me, you can't believe everything you see
Let's make believe I never said a word
And I'll try to remember
Don't hurt a Woman
Try to remember
Don't hurt a Woman
Try to remember
Don't hurt a Woman
I'll try to remember
Don't hurt a Woman
'Cause I been lovin' you so long
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Re: Lou Reed - Tekstovi pesama
"Don't Talk To Me About Work"
A perfect day to get out of bed
shower, dress, shave, kiss you on the head
Then I hit the office and my head starts to swim
A perfect day to just walk around
see a violent movie, check the sounds
But even on the street
when I hear a phone ring my heart starts to beat
when I get home I don't want you to speak
Don't talk to me about work
please don't talk to me about work
I'm up to my eyeballs in dirt
with work, with work
How many dollars, how many sales
how many liars, how many tales
How many insults must you take in this one life
I'm in prison most of the day
so please excuse me, if I get this way
But I have got obligations to keep
so be very careful when you speak
Don't talk to me about work
please don't talk to me about work
I'm up to my eyeballs in dirt
with work, with work
Please don't talk to me about work
don't you talk to me about work
I'm up to my eyeballs in dirt
with work, with work
Don't talk to me about work
don't you talk to me about work
Don't you talk to me about work
please don't talk to me about work
Don't you talk to me about work
please don't talk to me about work
Don't you talk to me about work
please don't talk to me about work
Don't you talk to me about work
please don't talk to me about work
A perfect day to get out of bed
shower, dress, shave, kiss you on the head
Then I hit the office and my head starts to swim
A perfect day to just walk around
see a violent movie, check the sounds
But even on the street
when I hear a phone ring my heart starts to beat
when I get home I don't want you to speak
Don't talk to me about work
please don't talk to me about work
I'm up to my eyeballs in dirt
with work, with work
How many dollars, how many sales
how many liars, how many tales
How many insults must you take in this one life
I'm in prison most of the day
so please excuse me, if I get this way
But I have got obligations to keep
so be very careful when you speak
Don't talk to me about work
please don't talk to me about work
I'm up to my eyeballs in dirt
with work, with work
Please don't talk to me about work
don't you talk to me about work
I'm up to my eyeballs in dirt
with work, with work
Don't talk to me about work
don't you talk to me about work
Don't you talk to me about work
please don't talk to me about work
Don't you talk to me about work
please don't talk to me about work
Don't you talk to me about work
please don't talk to me about work
Don't you talk to me about work
please don't talk to me about work
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Re: Lou Reed - Tekstovi pesama
"Down At The Arcade"
Down at the arcade the defender is there
Down off of Broadway he's there playing his games
It's very dangerous putting money down on Robotron
Oh, I'm the Great Defender
And I really know just how to get along
Down at the arcade
Oh, I'm the Great Defender
And I really think I've got it made
A fistful of quarters, a fifty dollar stake
Life is a gamble on Videotape
I called a disc jockey to dedicate a song to Blair
It's the 'Four Tops' singing 'I'll be there'
Down at the arcade ...
The president called to give me the news
I've been awarded the Nobel Price in rhythm and blues
And Stevie Wonder wants to record one of my songs
Oh, I'm the Great Defender
And I really know just how to get along
Oh, I'm the Great Defender, listen to my song
I really hope you like it, it isn't very long
It's rooted in the fifties but its heart's in 1984
And if you really like it
Then I sing it for you once more
Down at the arcade ...
Down at the arcade the defender is there
Down off of Broadway he's there playing his games
It's very dangerous putting money down on Robotron
Oh, I'm the Great Defender
And I really know just how to get along
Down at the arcade
Oh, I'm the Great Defender
And I really think I've got it made
A fistful of quarters, a fifty dollar stake
Life is a gamble on Videotape
I called a disc jockey to dedicate a song to Blair
It's the 'Four Tops' singing 'I'll be there'
Down at the arcade ...
The president called to give me the news
I've been awarded the Nobel Price in rhythm and blues
And Stevie Wonder wants to record one of my songs
Oh, I'm the Great Defender
And I really know just how to get along
Oh, I'm the Great Defender, listen to my song
I really hope you like it, it isn't very long
It's rooted in the fifties but its heart's in 1984
And if you really like it
Then I sing it for you once more
Down at the arcade ...
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Re: Lou Reed - Tekstovi pesama
"Downtown Dirt"
Picking up pieces of information
Down on the docks
Picking up pieces of information about you
And how to pick locks
Scouting around on the Lower East Side and matresses in the rain
Those uptown ladies with their uptown coats
Come down here to get laid
It's a boring macho trip
And I'm the type that fascinates
Hey, Mrs Pamela Brown, how's the Dakota?
You're twenty eight years old and your face has been lifted
But you still look so much older
You been desoiled and your linen is drab,
You've got the crabs
The things they sell you
Your credit cards
I love you for it
I love you for it
Sell your sugar
I'm a humanitarian
I give it all to myself
That way you're clean
And I stay out of debt
And psychologically you know
Hey, psychologically it's better that I think that I'm dirt
Psychologically it's better that I think that I'm dirt
Don't you know it's better to think I'm dirt
Don't you like to have some dirt
That all it's worth it's just dirt
Cheap
Cheap damn dirt
Hey Pam, dirt
Cheap dirt
Dirt
Uptown dirt
Dirt
Picking up pieces of information
Down on the docks
Picking up pieces of information about you
And how to pick locks
Scouting around on the Lower East Side and matresses in the rain
Those uptown ladies with their uptown coats
Come down here to get laid
It's a boring macho trip
And I'm the type that fascinates
Hey, Mrs Pamela Brown, how's the Dakota?
You're twenty eight years old and your face has been lifted
But you still look so much older
You been desoiled and your linen is drab,
You've got the crabs
The things they sell you
Your credit cards
I love you for it
I love you for it
Sell your sugar
I'm a humanitarian
I give it all to myself
That way you're clean
And I stay out of debt
And psychologically you know
Hey, psychologically it's better that I think that I'm dirt
Psychologically it's better that I think that I'm dirt
Don't you know it's better to think I'm dirt
Don't you like to have some dirt
That all it's worth it's just dirt
Cheap
Cheap damn dirt
Hey Pam, dirt
Cheap dirt
Dirt
Uptown dirt
Dirt
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Re: Lou Reed - Tekstovi pesama
"Dragon"
You don’t actually care
Love for you is no beginning
You’re not really there
Hallucination
I thought you were listening
Hallucination
I thought you were listening
Hallucination
I understand you think you’re above it
The adolescent sense of the sky
The feeling of billowing heartbeats
The fingertips run through your hair
They run through your hair
Hallucination
Hallucination
Oh you think you’re so special
That there’s no law meant for you
You come and go like the goddess you are
We’re mere mortals below
Fingertips run through your hair
We are mere mortals below
Are meant to be peons
Are meant to be servants
Are meant to be dismissible objects
One fucks with
One fucks with
Poor pitiful creature
The winner in heartbreak
The winner in caring
The winner in every miniscule method of wearing
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot’s idiocy
My, my caring for you
Caring for you
Do you think we’re a book
Some kind of a table
You can rest your feet on when you’re able
Red star of idiocy
An idiot’s idiocy
My caring for you
Poor pitiful creature
To notice the pining
The self deprivation
The self flagellation of you
Dear worshippers
We do like you regal
We do like you haughty
We do love to look upon your perfect body
The hair on your shoulders
The smell of your armpit
The taste of your vulva and everything on it
We all really love you
And you have no meaning
You don’t even see us
You were never caring
You go do what you do
You do it for you
No one exists with you
You’re way above caring
Leave a trail upon the wake
That no one ever tries to take
Because waiting for you
Thinking of you
Is another way of dying
Is another way of dying
I’m clawing your chest
‘Til your collarbone bleeds
Piercing your nipples ’til I bite them off
I scratch your face and bite your shoulders
Way above caring
Way above caring
And your Kotex jukebox
Your Kotex jukebox
I’m doomed, I’m swearing
Waiting for you
In your high heels and nightie
Your leather dress squeaking
Latex now sweating, waiting for you
In your tincture
Your opium white bathrobe
Your white tiles run red now
Are we both dead now?
The liquid exchange of our heart
The liquid exchange of our heart
Are we both dead now?
You’re way above caring
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot’s idiocy
My caring
My caring for you
My caring for you
You’re way beyond caring
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot’s idiocy
My caring for you
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Leave a trail upon the wake
That no one ever tries to take
Because waiting for you
Because thinking of you
Is another way of dying
You’re way above caring
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
You poor pitiful creature
The mistake of feeling
The one who rejects you is the winner,
It’s true
The winner in heartbreak
The winner in caring
The winner in every miniscule method of wearing
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot’s idiocy
Your heart on your fuckin’ sleeve
My caring for you
We were meant to be peons
We’re meant to be peons
Mere mortals below
Meant to be servants
Meant to be dismissible objects one fucks with
Oh, oh, oh you’re so special
No law meant for you
You come and go like the goddess you are
The fingertips run through your hair
A billowing heart beats
Feeling
Feeling
What a glorious feeling
To be so rejected
So rejected
An idiot’s idiocy
My caring for you
You think I’m a book or a table
You can rest your fuckin’ feet on
When you’re able
The taste of your vulva, everything on it
The hair on your shoulders
The smell of your armpit
We do love you, to look upon your perfect body
We love you regal
We love you haughty
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Caring
Oh my dear
Oh my dear
Oh my dear
Oblivious to caring
Are we really dead now?
Are we both dead now?
You don’t actually care
Love for you is no beginning
You’re not really there
Hallucination
I thought you were listening
Hallucination
I thought you were listening
Hallucination
I understand you think you’re above it
The adolescent sense of the sky
The feeling of billowing heartbeats
The fingertips run through your hair
They run through your hair
Hallucination
Hallucination
Oh you think you’re so special
That there’s no law meant for you
You come and go like the goddess you are
We’re mere mortals below
Fingertips run through your hair
We are mere mortals below
Are meant to be peons
Are meant to be servants
Are meant to be dismissible objects
One fucks with
One fucks with
Poor pitiful creature
The winner in heartbreak
The winner in caring
The winner in every miniscule method of wearing
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot’s idiocy
My, my caring for you
Caring for you
Do you think we’re a book
Some kind of a table
You can rest your feet on when you’re able
Red star of idiocy
An idiot’s idiocy
My caring for you
Poor pitiful creature
To notice the pining
The self deprivation
The self flagellation of you
Dear worshippers
We do like you regal
We do like you haughty
We do love to look upon your perfect body
The hair on your shoulders
The smell of your armpit
The taste of your vulva and everything on it
We all really love you
And you have no meaning
You don’t even see us
You were never caring
You go do what you do
You do it for you
No one exists with you
You’re way above caring
Leave a trail upon the wake
That no one ever tries to take
Because waiting for you
Thinking of you
Is another way of dying
Is another way of dying
I’m clawing your chest
‘Til your collarbone bleeds
Piercing your nipples ’til I bite them off
I scratch your face and bite your shoulders
Way above caring
Way above caring
And your Kotex jukebox
Your Kotex jukebox
I’m doomed, I’m swearing
Waiting for you
In your high heels and nightie
Your leather dress squeaking
Latex now sweating, waiting for you
In your tincture
Your opium white bathrobe
Your white tiles run red now
Are we both dead now?
The liquid exchange of our heart
The liquid exchange of our heart
Are we both dead now?
You’re way above caring
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot’s idiocy
My caring
My caring for you
My caring for you
You’re way beyond caring
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot’s idiocy
My caring for you
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Leave a trail upon the wake
That no one ever tries to take
Because waiting for you
Because thinking of you
Is another way of dying
You’re way above caring
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
You poor pitiful creature
The mistake of feeling
The one who rejects you is the winner,
It’s true
The winner in heartbreak
The winner in caring
The winner in every miniscule method of wearing
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot’s idiocy
Your heart on your fuckin’ sleeve
My caring for you
We were meant to be peons
We’re meant to be peons
Mere mortals below
Meant to be servants
Meant to be dismissible objects one fucks with
Oh, oh, oh you’re so special
No law meant for you
You come and go like the goddess you are
The fingertips run through your hair
A billowing heart beats
Feeling
Feeling
What a glorious feeling
To be so rejected
So rejected
An idiot’s idiocy
My caring for you
You think I’m a book or a table
You can rest your fuckin’ feet on
When you’re able
The taste of your vulva, everything on it
The hair on your shoulders
The smell of your armpit
We do love you, to look upon your perfect body
We love you regal
We love you haughty
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Caring
Oh my dear
Oh my dear
Oh my dear
Oblivious to caring
Are we really dead now?
Are we both dead now?
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Re: Lou Reed - Tekstovi pesama
"Dreamin' (Escape)"
If I close my eyes I see your face
And I'm not without you
If I try hard and concentrate
I can still hear you speak
I picture myself in your room by the chair
You're smoking a cigarette
If I close my eyes I can see your face
You're saying, "I missed you"
Dreamin', I'm always dreamin'
If I close my eyes I can smell your perfume
You look and say, "Hi baby"
If I close my eyes pictures from china
Still hang from the wall
I hear the dog bark I turn and say
"What were you saying? "
I picture you in the red chair
Inside the pale room
Dreamin', I'm always dreamin'
You sat in your chair with a tube in your arm
You were so skinny
You were still making jokes
I don't know what drugs they had you on
You said, "I guess this is not the time
For long term investments"
You were always laughing
But you never laughing at me
They say in the end the pain was so bad
That you were screaming
Now you were no saint but you deserved
Better than that
From the corner I watched them removing things
From your apartment
But I can picture you red chair and pale room
Inside my head
If I close my eyes I see your face
And I'm not without you
If I try hard and concentrate I can hear your voice saying
"Who better than you"
If I close my eyes I can't believe that
I'm here without you
Inside your pale room your empty red chair
And my head
Dreamin', I'm always dreamin'
Dreamin', I'm always dreamin'
Dreamin', I'm always dreamin'
If I close my eyes I see your face
And I'm not without you
If I try hard and concentrate
I can still hear you speak
I picture myself in your room by the chair
You're smoking a cigarette
If I close my eyes I can see your face
You're saying, "I missed you"
Dreamin', I'm always dreamin'
If I close my eyes I can smell your perfume
You look and say, "Hi baby"
If I close my eyes pictures from china
Still hang from the wall
I hear the dog bark I turn and say
"What were you saying? "
I picture you in the red chair
Inside the pale room
Dreamin', I'm always dreamin'
You sat in your chair with a tube in your arm
You were so skinny
You were still making jokes
I don't know what drugs they had you on
You said, "I guess this is not the time
For long term investments"
You were always laughing
But you never laughing at me
They say in the end the pain was so bad
That you were screaming
Now you were no saint but you deserved
Better than that
From the corner I watched them removing things
From your apartment
But I can picture you red chair and pale room
Inside my head
If I close my eyes I see your face
And I'm not without you
If I try hard and concentrate I can hear your voice saying
"Who better than you"
If I close my eyes I can't believe that
I'm here without you
Inside your pale room your empty red chair
And my head
Dreamin', I'm always dreamin'
Dreamin', I'm always dreamin'
Dreamin', I'm always dreamin'
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Re: Lou Reed - Tekstovi pesama
"Ecstasy"
They call you ecstasy
nothing ever sticks to you
Not velcro, not scotch tape
not my arms dipped in glue
Not if I wrap myself in nylon
a piece of duct tape down my back
Love pierced the arrow with the twelve
and I can't get you back
Ah, ecstasy
ecstasy
Ah, ecstasy
Across the streets an old Ford, they took off its wheels
the engine is gone
In its seat sits a box
with a note that says, Goodbye Charlie, thanks a lot
I see a child through a window with a bib
and I think of us and what we almost did
The Hudson rocketing with light
the ships pass the Statue of Liberty at night
They call it ecstasy, ah
ecstasy
Ecstasy, ah
ecstasy
Some men call me St. Ivory
some call me St. Maurice
I'm smooth as alabaster
with white veins runnin' through my cheeks
A big stud through my eyebrow
a scar on my arm that says, Domain
I put it over the tattoo
that contained your name
They called you ecstasy, ecstasy
ecstasy
They call you ecstasy, ecstasy
ecstasy
The moon passing through a cloud
a body facing up is floating towards a crowd
And I think of a time and what I couldn't do
I couldn't hold you close, I couldn't, I couldn't become you
They call you ecstasy, I can't hold you down
I can't hold you up
I feel like that car that I saw today, no radio
no engine, no hood
I'm going to the cafe, I hope they've got music
and I hope that they can play
But if we have to part
I'll have a new scar right over my heart
I'll call it ecstasy
Oh, ecstasy, ecstasy
ecstasy
Ecstasy, ecstasy
ecstasy
They call you ecstasy
nothing ever sticks to you
Not velcro, not scotch tape
not my arms dipped in glue
Not if I wrap myself in nylon
a piece of duct tape down my back
Love pierced the arrow with the twelve
and I can't get you back
Ah, ecstasy
ecstasy
Ah, ecstasy
Across the streets an old Ford, they took off its wheels
the engine is gone
In its seat sits a box
with a note that says, Goodbye Charlie, thanks a lot
I see a child through a window with a bib
and I think of us and what we almost did
The Hudson rocketing with light
the ships pass the Statue of Liberty at night
They call it ecstasy, ah
ecstasy
Ecstasy, ah
ecstasy
Some men call me St. Ivory
some call me St. Maurice
I'm smooth as alabaster
with white veins runnin' through my cheeks
A big stud through my eyebrow
a scar on my arm that says, Domain
I put it over the tattoo
that contained your name
They called you ecstasy, ecstasy
ecstasy
They call you ecstasy, ecstasy
ecstasy
The moon passing through a cloud
a body facing up is floating towards a crowd
And I think of a time and what I couldn't do
I couldn't hold you close, I couldn't, I couldn't become you
They call you ecstasy, I can't hold you down
I can't hold you up
I feel like that car that I saw today, no radio
no engine, no hood
I'm going to the cafe, I hope they've got music
and I hope that they can play
But if we have to part
I'll have a new scar right over my heart
I'll call it ecstasy
Oh, ecstasy, ecstasy
ecstasy
Ecstasy, ecstasy
ecstasy
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"Edgar Allan Poe"
These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe
Not exactly the boy next door
He'll tell you tales of horror
Then he'll play with your mind
If you haven't heard of him
You must be deaf or blind
These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe
Not exactly the boy next door
He'll tell you about Usher
Whose house burned in his mind
His love for his dear sister
Her death would drive him wild
The murder of a stranger
The murder of a friend
The callings from the pits of hell
That never seem to end
These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe
Not exactly the boy next door
These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe
Not exactly the boy next door
The diabolic image of the city and the sea
The chaos and the carnage that reside deep within me
Decapitations, poisonings, hellish not a bore
You won't need 3D glasses to pass beyond this door
Edgar Allan Poe
Not exactly the boy next door
No Nosferatu Vincent Price or naked women here
A mind unfurled, a mind unbent is all we have here
Truth, fried orangutans flutter to the stage
Leave your expectations home
And listen to the stories of Edgar Allan Poe
We give you the soliloquy the raven at the door
Flaming pits the moving walls no equilibrium
No ballast, no bombast
The unvarnished truth we've got
Mind swoons guilty
Cooking ravings in a pot
Edgar Allan Poe
Not exactly the boy next door
Edgar Allan Poe
Not exactly the boy next door
Tell-tale heart a rotting cask
A valley of unrest
A conqueror worm devouring souls
Keep the best for last
Rings for Annie Lee
As Poe's buried alive
Regretting his beloved's death in
All her many guises-a
These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe
Not exactly the boy next door
He'll tell you tales of horror
Then he'll play with your mind
If you haven't heard of him
You must be deaf or blind
These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe
Not exactly the boy next door
He'll tell you about Usher
Whose house burned in his mind
His love for his dear sister
Her death would drive him wild
The murder of a stranger
The murder of a friend
The callings from the pits of hell
That never seem to end
These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe
Not exactly the boy next door
These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe
Not exactly the boy next door
The diabolic image of the city and the sea
The chaos and the carnage that reside deep within me
Decapitations, poisonings, hellish not a bore
You won't need 3D glasses to pass beyond this door
Edgar Allan Poe
Not exactly the boy next door
No Nosferatu Vincent Price or naked women here
A mind unfurled, a mind unbent is all we have here
Truth, fried orangutans flutter to the stage
Leave your expectations home
And listen to the stories of Edgar Allan Poe
We give you the soliloquy the raven at the door
Flaming pits the moving walls no equilibrium
No ballast, no bombast
The unvarnished truth we've got
Mind swoons guilty
Cooking ravings in a pot
Edgar Allan Poe
Not exactly the boy next door
Edgar Allan Poe
Not exactly the boy next door
Tell-tale heart a rotting cask
A valley of unrest
A conqueror worm devouring souls
Keep the best for last
Rings for Annie Lee
As Poe's buried alive
Regretting his beloved's death in
All her many guises-a
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"Egg Cream"
When I was a young man, no bigger than this
a chocolate egg cream was not to be missed
Some U Bet's Chocolate Syrup, seltzer water mixed with milk
you stir it up into a heady fro, tasted just like silk
You scream, I steam, we all want egg cream
You scream, I steam, we all want egg cream
Now you can go to Junior's, Dave's on Canal Street
and I think there's Ken's in Boston
there must be something in L.A.
But Becky's on Kings Highway, was the egg cream of choice
and if you don't believe me, go ask any of the boys
You scream, I steam, we all want egg cream
You scream, I steam, we all want egg cream
The only good thing I have to say about P.S. 92
was the egg cream served at Becky's, it was a fearsome brew
For 50 cents you got a shot, choco bubbles up your nose
that made it easier to deal with knife fights
and kids pissing in the street
You scream, I steam, we all want egg cream
You scream, I steam, we all want egg cream
So the next time you're in Brooklyn, please say hello for me
at Totonno's for Pizza and ice cream at Al and Shirley's
But mostly you go to Becky's, sit in a booth and say hello
and have two chocolate egg cream, one to stay and one to go
You scream, I steam, we all want egg cream, ah
You scream, I steam, we all want egg cream
You scream, I steam, we all want egg cream
When I was a young man, no bigger than this
a chocolate egg cream was not to be missed
Some U Bet's Chocolate Syrup, seltzer water mixed with milk
you stir it up into a heady fro, tasted just like silk
You scream, I steam, we all want egg cream
You scream, I steam, we all want egg cream
Now you can go to Junior's, Dave's on Canal Street
and I think there's Ken's in Boston
there must be something in L.A.
But Becky's on Kings Highway, was the egg cream of choice
and if you don't believe me, go ask any of the boys
You scream, I steam, we all want egg cream
You scream, I steam, we all want egg cream
The only good thing I have to say about P.S. 92
was the egg cream served at Becky's, it was a fearsome brew
For 50 cents you got a shot, choco bubbles up your nose
that made it easier to deal with knife fights
and kids pissing in the street
You scream, I steam, we all want egg cream
You scream, I steam, we all want egg cream
So the next time you're in Brooklyn, please say hello for me
at Totonno's for Pizza and ice cream at Al and Shirley's
But mostly you go to Becky's, sit in a booth and say hello
and have two chocolate egg cream, one to stay and one to go
You scream, I steam, we all want egg cream, ah
You scream, I steam, we all want egg cream
You scream, I steam, we all want egg cream
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"Endless Cycle"
The bias of the father runs on through the son
And leaves him bothered and bewildered
The drugs in his veins only cause him to spit
At the face staring back in the mirror
How can he tell a good act from the bad?
He can't even remember his name
How can he do what needs to be done
When he's a follower and not a leader?
The sickness of the mother runs on through the girl
Leaving her small and helpless
Liquor files through her brain with the force of a gun
Leaving her running in circles
How can she tell a good act from the bad
When she's flat on her back in her room?
How can she do what needs to be done
When she's a coward and a bleeder?
The man if he marries will batter his child
And have endless excuses
The woman sadly will do much the same
Thinking that it's right and it's proper
Better than their mommy or their daddy did
Better than the childhood they suffered
The truth is they're happier when they're in pain
In fact, that's why they got married
The bias of the father runs on through the son
And leaves him bothered and bewildered
The drugs in his veins only cause him to spit
At the face staring back in the mirror
How can he tell a good act from the bad?
He can't even remember his name
How can he do what needs to be done
When he's a follower and not a leader?
The sickness of the mother runs on through the girl
Leaving her small and helpless
Liquor files through her brain with the force of a gun
Leaving her running in circles
How can she tell a good act from the bad
When she's flat on her back in her room?
How can she do what needs to be done
When she's a coward and a bleeder?
The man if he marries will batter his child
And have endless excuses
The woman sadly will do much the same
Thinking that it's right and it's proper
Better than their mommy or their daddy did
Better than the childhood they suffered
The truth is they're happier when they're in pain
In fact, that's why they got married
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"Endlessly Jealous"
Jealousy, endlessly
sweeps through my mind
Jealousy, often causes me to
be unkind
I'm sorry I said that
I'm sorry I did that
I'm sorry I hit you
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
Endlessly jealous of you
being endlessly jealous of me
The man that you thought I could be turning red
with jealousy
Endlessly jealousy
eats through my skull
Endlessly jealousy
makes me feel dull
Fighting
endless jealous fighting
I feel my fingers tightening
tightening, please don't break her arm
Jealously thinking of you
of your endless possession of me
Of my jealousy, endlessly, jealousy, endlessly
jealous of you
Sorry, running to a phone to say
I'm sorry, running out of dimes
the phone on the street spits at me
have a good day
Sorry, please you know how I am sorry
I've been this way for
Oh, so long, endlessly, zealously
jealous of you
Jealousy, endlessly
eats through my mind
Jealousy, endlessly
makes me be unkind
I'm sorry I said that
I'm sorry I did that
I'm sorry I hit you
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
Endlessly jealous of you
being endlessly jealous of me
Endlessly jealous of you being endlessly
jealous of me
Endlessly jealous of you
Endlessly jealous of you
Endlessly jealous of you
Endlessly jealous of you
Jealousy, endlessly
sweeps through my mind
Jealousy, often causes me to
be unkind
I'm sorry I said that
I'm sorry I did that
I'm sorry I hit you
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
Endlessly jealous of you
being endlessly jealous of me
The man that you thought I could be turning red
with jealousy
Endlessly jealousy
eats through my skull
Endlessly jealousy
makes me feel dull
Fighting
endless jealous fighting
I feel my fingers tightening
tightening, please don't break her arm
Jealously thinking of you
of your endless possession of me
Of my jealousy, endlessly, jealousy, endlessly
jealous of you
Sorry, running to a phone to say
I'm sorry, running out of dimes
the phone on the street spits at me
have a good day
Sorry, please you know how I am sorry
I've been this way for
Oh, so long, endlessly, zealously
jealous of you
Jealousy, endlessly
eats through my mind
Jealousy, endlessly
makes me be unkind
I'm sorry I said that
I'm sorry I did that
I'm sorry I hit you
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
Endlessly jealous of you
being endlessly jealous of me
Endlessly jealous of you being endlessly
jealous of me
Endlessly jealous of you
Endlessly jealous of you
Endlessly jealous of you
Endlessly jealous of you
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"Ennui"
All the things you said
you thought I was dead
everything made me feel aware
Ah, you're getting old
you're doing things
you're losing your hair
All the things that you used to believe in
Turned out to be true, you're guilty of reason
You're the kind of person that
I could do without
And certain kinds of money would make you see
what it's all about
There's a first time for everything
And a first one's on me, don't you see
All of the things that your old lover said
look at them, they jump out of windows
and now they're just dead
It's the truth, don't you realize
Faded without any talent of fun
running out on the streets, balling anyone
It's the truth, It's the truth
Pick up the pieces that make up your life
maybe some day you'll have a wife and them alimony
Oh, can't you see
All the things you said
you thought I was dead
everything made me feel aware
Ah, you're getting old
you're doing things
you're losing your hair
All the things that you used to believe in
Turned out to be true, you're guilty of reason
You're the kind of person that
I could do without
And certain kinds of money would make you see
what it's all about
There's a first time for everything
And a first one's on me, don't you see
All of the things that your old lover said
look at them, they jump out of windows
and now they're just dead
It's the truth, don't you realize
Faded without any talent of fun
running out on the streets, balling anyone
It's the truth, It's the truth
Pick up the pieces that make up your life
maybe some day you'll have a wife and them alimony
Oh, can't you see
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Re: Lou Reed - Tekstovi pesama
"Every Frog Has His Day"
[King:]
Oh mellifluous dwarf
prince of all the jesters
Funny little thing you are
Make me laugh
As God's voluminous star
[Hop Frog:]
Gracious majesty
Today is not made for laughter day
This moment sacred is more for royal sunsets
Then comic ruin or suicidal jests
[King:]
I'll be the judge of that thank you
Make me laugh le petite cur
Drink some wine
Lest you foul sweet time
[Hop Frog:]
Drink upsets me
please your liege
This would mark the death me
[King:]
I said drink you scabrous whore
Are you deaf as well as short?
[Tripitena:]
Kingdom's Sire
big as you are
Save such
bile for larger foes
[King:]
Make me laugh
'Fore I stretch your neck like a giraffe
[King:]
Oh mellifluous dwarf
prince of all the jesters
Funny little thing you are
Make me laugh
As God's voluminous star
[Hop Frog:]
Gracious majesty
Today is not made for laughter day
This moment sacred is more for royal sunsets
Then comic ruin or suicidal jests
[King:]
I'll be the judge of that thank you
Make me laugh le petite cur
Drink some wine
Lest you foul sweet time
[Hop Frog:]
Drink upsets me
please your liege
This would mark the death me
[King:]
I said drink you scabrous whore
Are you deaf as well as short?
[Tripitena:]
Kingdom's Sire
big as you are
Save such
bile for larger foes
[King:]
Make me laugh
'Fore I stretch your neck like a giraffe
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Re: Lou Reed - Tekstovi pesama
"Families"
(How's the family)
(How's the family)
Mama, you tell me how's the family
And papa, tell me how thing's going by you
And little baby sister, I heard that you got married
And I heard that you had yourself a little baby girl, too
And here's some uncles and some cousins I know vaguely
And would you believe my old dog Chelsea's here, too
And would you believe nobody in this family
wanted to keep her
And now that dog's more of a part of this family
then I am, too
I don't come home much anymore
No-no-no I don't come home much anymore
Mama
And mama, I know how disappointed you are
And papa, I know that you feel the same way, too
And no-no-no-no-no I still haven't got married
And no-no-no there's no grandson planned here for you
And by the way, daddy tell me how's the business
I understand that your stock she's growing very high
No, daddy, you're not a poor man anymore
And I hope you'll realize that before you die
Because I don't come home much anymore
No-no-no-no-no I don't come home much no more
But daddy
And please-please-please-please-please
come on let's not start this business again
I know how much you resent the life that I have
But one more time, I don't want the family business
Don't want to inherit it upon the day that you die
Really, daddy should have given it to my sister
You know Elisabeth, you know Elisabeth
she has a better head for those things than I
She lives practically around the corner
That's really the kind of child you could be proud of
But papa, I know that this visit's a mistake
There's nothing here we have in common, except our name
And families that live out in the suburbs
Often make each other cry
And I don't think that I'll come home much anymore
No-no, I don't think I'll come home much again
Mama
Papa
Families
Often make each other cry
No, I don't think that I'll come home much anymore
(How's the families)
(How's the family)
(How's the family)
Mama, you tell me how's the family
And papa, tell me how thing's going by you
And little baby sister, I heard that you got married
And I heard that you had yourself a little baby girl, too
And here's some uncles and some cousins I know vaguely
And would you believe my old dog Chelsea's here, too
And would you believe nobody in this family
wanted to keep her
And now that dog's more of a part of this family
then I am, too
I don't come home much anymore
No-no-no I don't come home much anymore
Mama
And mama, I know how disappointed you are
And papa, I know that you feel the same way, too
And no-no-no-no-no I still haven't got married
And no-no-no there's no grandson planned here for you
And by the way, daddy tell me how's the business
I understand that your stock she's growing very high
No, daddy, you're not a poor man anymore
And I hope you'll realize that before you die
Because I don't come home much anymore
No-no-no-no-no I don't come home much no more
But daddy
And please-please-please-please-please
come on let's not start this business again
I know how much you resent the life that I have
But one more time, I don't want the family business
Don't want to inherit it upon the day that you die
Really, daddy should have given it to my sister
You know Elisabeth, you know Elisabeth
she has a better head for those things than I
She lives practically around the corner
That's really the kind of child you could be proud of
But papa, I know that this visit's a mistake
There's nothing here we have in common, except our name
And families that live out in the suburbs
Often make each other cry
And I don't think that I'll come home much anymore
No-no, I don't think I'll come home much again
Mama
Papa
Families
Often make each other cry
No, I don't think that I'll come home much anymore
(How's the families)
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"Finish Line"
Wind blows snow outside my windows
crowd below runs wild in the streets
Two rented brothers race down two separate alleys
heading for the finish line
Down in the train yard out by the stockyard
butchers with aprons hack meat in the snow
Blood has the brothers pulsing with envy
heading for the finish line
Two rented brothers. Their faces keep changing
just like these feelings I have for you
And nothing's forever not even five minutes
when you're headed for the finish line
Down in the depot out by the meat rack
down by the tunnels surrounding the jail
Prisoners are marching in squares and in circles
they're heading for the finish line
They're lining up for Noah's Ark
they're stabbing each other in the dark
Saluting a flag made of some rich guy's socks
heading for the finish line
Close to the line the ice is cracking
two rented feelings sitting in the stands
Two mothers, two fathers and both of them are paid for
all of a sudden it comes back to me
Just up ahead is the finish line
two rented referees and two checkered rags
Out of the corner of my eye comes a dark horse with black wings
headed for the finish line
I'm five years old the room is fuzzy
I think there's also a very young girl
It's hard to remember what happened exactly
as I'm staring at the finish line
First came fire then came light
then came feeling then cane sight
Wind blows snow outside my windows
crowd below runs wild in the streets
Two rented brothers race down two separate alleys
heading for the finish line
Down in the train yard out by the stockyard
butchers with aprons hack meat in the snow
Blood has the brothers pulsing with envy
heading for the finish line
Two rented brothers. Their faces keep changing
just like these feelings I have for you
And nothing's forever not even five minutes
when you're headed for the finish line
Down in the depot out by the meat rack
down by the tunnels surrounding the jail
Prisoners are marching in squares and in circles
they're heading for the finish line
They're lining up for Noah's Ark
they're stabbing each other in the dark
Saluting a flag made of some rich guy's socks
heading for the finish line
Close to the line the ice is cracking
two rented feelings sitting in the stands
Two mothers, two fathers and both of them are paid for
all of a sudden it comes back to me
Just up ahead is the finish line
two rented referees and two checkered rags
Out of the corner of my eye comes a dark horse with black wings
headed for the finish line
I'm five years old the room is fuzzy
I think there's also a very young girl
It's hard to remember what happened exactly
as I'm staring at the finish line
First came fire then came light
then came feeling then cane sight
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"Fly Into The Sun"
I would not run from the holocaust
I would not run from the bomb
I'd welcome the chance to meet my maker
and fly into the sun
Fly into the sun
fly into the sun
I'd break up into million pieces
and fly into the sun
I would not run from the blazing light
I would not run from its rain
I'd see it as an end to misery
as an end to worldly pain
An end to worldly pain
an end to worldly pain
I'd shine by the light of the unknown moment
to end this worldly pain
And fly into the sun
fly into the sun
I'd shine by the light of the unknown moment
and fly into the sun
The earth is weeping, the sky is shaking
the stars split to their core
And every proton and unnamed neutron
is fusing in my bones
And an unnamed mammal is darkly rising
as man burns from his tomb
And I look at this as a blissful moment
to fly into the sun
Fly into the sun
fly into the sun
I'd burn up into a million pieces
and fly into the sun
To end this mystery
answer my mystery
I'd look at this as a wondrous moment
to end this mystery
Fly into the sun
fly into the sun
I'd break up into a million pieces
and fly into the sun
I would not run from the holocaust
I would not run from the bomb
I'd welcome the chance to meet my maker
and fly into the sun
Fly into the sun
fly into the sun
I'd break up into million pieces
and fly into the sun
I would not run from the blazing light
I would not run from its rain
I'd see it as an end to misery
as an end to worldly pain
An end to worldly pain
an end to worldly pain
I'd shine by the light of the unknown moment
to end this worldly pain
And fly into the sun
fly into the sun
I'd shine by the light of the unknown moment
and fly into the sun
The earth is weeping, the sky is shaking
the stars split to their core
And every proton and unnamed neutron
is fusing in my bones
And an unnamed mammal is darkly rising
as man burns from his tomb
And I look at this as a blissful moment
to fly into the sun
Fly into the sun
fly into the sun
I'd burn up into a million pieces
and fly into the sun
To end this mystery
answer my mystery
I'd look at this as a wondrous moment
to end this mystery
Fly into the sun
fly into the sun
I'd break up into a million pieces
and fly into the sun
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Re: Lou Reed - Tekstovi pesama
"Follow The Leader"
Follow, follow the leader na-na-now
New York, New York City na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-now
Follow, follow the leader na-na-now
New York, New York City na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-now
Oh, if you wanna dance
hey, work up a sweat
better-better-better, get yourself, ah-huh, a little romance
And you know you better, ooohhh
get up a little sweat and get a little romance
and you better, now
Follow, follow the leader na-na-na-na-na-now
New York, New York City na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-now
Follow, follow the leader na-na-now
New York, New York City na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-now
Yeah, if you wanna dance
you better work up a sweat now, baby
Get a little romance
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you better
yeah, you better work up a sweat now
Get yourself a little romance and you know, you better
Oh, no, boy, follow the leader, na-na-now
Oh, New York, New York City na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-now
get it on ...
Follow, follow the leader na-na-now
New York, New York City na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-now
Follow, follow the leader na-na-now
New York, New York City na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-now
Oh, if you wanna dance
hey, work up a sweat
better-better-better, get yourself, ah-huh, a little romance
And you know you better, ooohhh
get up a little sweat and get a little romance
and you better, now
Follow, follow the leader na-na-na-na-na-now
New York, New York City na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-now
Follow, follow the leader na-na-now
New York, New York City na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-now
Yeah, if you wanna dance
you better work up a sweat now, baby
Get a little romance
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you better
yeah, you better work up a sweat now
Get yourself a little romance and you know, you better
Oh, no, boy, follow the leader, na-na-now
Oh, New York, New York City na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-now
get it on ...
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Re: Lou Reed - Tekstovi pesama
"Frustration"
Frustration
In my lexicon of hate
I see you with your portraiture
Does he love you?
Does he love you too?
The brush strokes
Kiss your breasts and toes
I cry icicles in my stein
The heartbeats flutter
With an abnormal rhythm
The pain shoots through my body
A sword between my thighs
I wish that I could kill you
But I too love your eyes
You’re feeling less whore but you stimulate
The hatred smolders in your eyes
I’d drop to my knees in a second
To salivate in your thighs
But all I do is fall over
I don’t have the strength I once had
In you and your prickless lover
And his easel in his eyes
I feel the pain creep up my leg
Blood runs from my nose
I puke my guts out at your feet
You’re more man than I
To be dead to have no feeling
To be dry and spermless like a girl
I want so much to hurt you
I want so much to hurt you
I want so much to hurt you
Marry me
I want you as my wife
Spermless like a girl
More man than I
More man than I
Frustration
In my lexicon of hate
You’re feeling less like a whore but you
Stimulate
All I do is fall over
I don’t have the strength I once had
All I do is fall over
I don’t have the strength I once had
I want you so much to hurt you
I want so much to hurt you
I want so much to hurt you
I want you as a wife
Frustration is my lexicon of hate
Frustration is my lexicon of hate
Fru… fru… frustration, my lexicon of hate
I cry icicles
Heartbeats flutter
Abnormal rhythm
I wish that I could kill you
But I too love your eyes
I want you as my wife
I want you as my wife
Spermless like a girl
Lucky in feeling
More man than I
Marry me, marry me, marry me
I want you as a wife
Spermless like a girl
Puking my guts at your feet
More man than I
Fru… fru… fru… frustration
Frustration
Frustration
In my lexicon of hate
I see you with your portraiture
Does he love you?
Does he love you too?
The brush strokes
Kiss your breasts and toes
I cry icicles in my stein
The heartbeats flutter
With an abnormal rhythm
The pain shoots through my body
A sword between my thighs
I wish that I could kill you
But I too love your eyes
You’re feeling less whore but you stimulate
The hatred smolders in your eyes
I’d drop to my knees in a second
To salivate in your thighs
But all I do is fall over
I don’t have the strength I once had
In you and your prickless lover
And his easel in his eyes
I feel the pain creep up my leg
Blood runs from my nose
I puke my guts out at your feet
You’re more man than I
To be dead to have no feeling
To be dry and spermless like a girl
I want so much to hurt you
I want so much to hurt you
I want so much to hurt you
Marry me
I want you as my wife
Spermless like a girl
More man than I
More man than I
Frustration
In my lexicon of hate
You’re feeling less like a whore but you
Stimulate
All I do is fall over
I don’t have the strength I once had
All I do is fall over
I don’t have the strength I once had
I want you so much to hurt you
I want so much to hurt you
I want so much to hurt you
I want you as a wife
Frustration is my lexicon of hate
Frustration is my lexicon of hate
Fru… fru… frustration, my lexicon of hate
I cry icicles
Heartbeats flutter
Abnormal rhythm
I wish that I could kill you
But I too love your eyes
I want you as my wife
I want you as my wife
Spermless like a girl
Lucky in feeling
More man than I
Marry me, marry me, marry me
I want you as a wife
Spermless like a girl
Puking my guts at your feet
More man than I
Fru… fru… fru… frustration
Frustration
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Re: Lou Reed - Tekstovi pesama
"Future Farmers Of America"
Born on a farm in a transatlantic moonlight
split like a cord of wood my family broke up
Sold like a piece of steer, a piece of meat, a cow
a breathing piece of shit
Picked for my age, for my strength and make up
called for I was tall, I was big, I could hold up
A tree or a piece of steel I could do
what my fat owner can't
Ah, future farmers of America
future farmers of America
Future farmers of America
Ah
I'm always watching the way his wife looks me over
I have a sex twice as big as her husband's
If I wasn't so large, so strong, so pale
I'd disappear under a bush
Colorless men and ladies of the world unite
kill your master with one cut of your knife
Kill them during sex, kill them during talk
kill them whenever you can
Future farmers of America
future farmers of America
Future farmers of America
These -
- stupid black owners are foreigners to affairs of the heart
look at me, I'll never own land that I work on
Every one of us here shares a surname
this father must die
I was born on the dark cusp of twilight
my father was dark, my mother was light
Look at me, I'm strong
I could crush him in my fist
Ah
I could crush him in my
I could crush him in my
I could crush him in my fist
I could crush him in my
I could crush him in my
I could crush him in my fist
Future farmers of America
I could crush him in my fist
Future farmers of America
I could crush him in my fist
Future farmers of America
I could crush him in my fist
Born on a farm in a transatlantic moonlight
split like a cord of wood my family broke up
Sold like a piece of steer, a piece of meat, a cow
a breathing piece of shit
Picked for my age, for my strength and make up
called for I was tall, I was big, I could hold up
A tree or a piece of steel I could do
what my fat owner can't
Ah, future farmers of America
future farmers of America
Future farmers of America
Ah
I'm always watching the way his wife looks me over
I have a sex twice as big as her husband's
If I wasn't so large, so strong, so pale
I'd disappear under a bush
Colorless men and ladies of the world unite
kill your master with one cut of your knife
Kill them during sex, kill them during talk
kill them whenever you can
Future farmers of America
future farmers of America
Future farmers of America
These -
- stupid black owners are foreigners to affairs of the heart
look at me, I'll never own land that I work on
Every one of us here shares a surname
this father must die
I was born on the dark cusp of twilight
my father was dark, my mother was light
Look at me, I'm strong
I could crush him in my fist
Ah
I could crush him in my
I could crush him in my
I could crush him in my fist
I could crush him in my
I could crush him in my
I could crush him in my fist
Future farmers of America
I could crush him in my fist
Future farmers of America
I could crush him in my fist
Future farmers of America
I could crush him in my fist
Phase- Administrator
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