••your•• favourite music lyrics

"I am the view
I am the table
I am the view
I am the table
I am all this
I am the root
the progress
the aggressor
I am the table
I am the ten stories
I am the table
I am I am I am I am
I am" - The View Metallica
Clearly a take on the biblical depictions of God and His acts upon the world; establishing order and swift justice as a omnipotent, omnibenevolent, omnipresent being. He truly was the table.
 
Putrefaction
A scent that cursed be
Under cold dark dust
From the darkness
Rise a succubus
From the earthen rust
Haresis Dea
Once a majesty
Now exposing bone
From the darkness
Rise a succubus
And usurp the throne
The moon is full and shines
An evil blinding light
Under a monolith, her likeness
Marble white
Zombie Queen
Zombie Queen
Black light guides you
Ghuleh Ghuleh
Zombie Queen
Zombie Queen
Black light guides you
Ghuleh Ghuleh
Up from the stinking dirt she rises
Ghastly pale
Shape-shifting soon but now she's rigid
Stiff and stale
Zombie Queen
Zombie Queen
Black light guides you
Ghuleh Ghuleh
Zombie Queen
Zombie Queen
Black light guides you
Ghuleh Ghuleh
Zombie Queen
Zombie Queen
Black light guides you
Ghuleh Ghuleh
 
He's in love with who I am
Back in high school, used to jerk him with my hands
Now I hit that orgy sex with condoms in my hand
I did half a Xan, now I'm poundin' on my man
Had me out like a light (ayy, yeah)
Like a light (ayy, yeah)
 
Rex!

Rex!
Rex!
Rex tremendae Majestatis,
Rex tremendae Majestatis

Rex tremendae Majestatis,
qui salvandos salvas gratis
Rex tremendae majestatis,
qui salvandos salvas gratis
Salva me,
Salva me fons pietatis
 
In a desperate conflict
With a ruthless enemy
Zuorhi viyantas was festsu ruor proi
Yuk dulfe suoivo swenne yat vu henvi nes
Sho fu briyu praffi stassui tsenva chies
Ien ryus sois nyat pyaro shennie fru
Prasueno turoden shes vi hyu vu praviya
Tyus prostes fis hien hiesnie ryanmie phoshuka
We swen ryasta grouts froine shienhie var yat
Nyam raika rit skuois trapa tof

Ti pyar vie iyad ra che uf kro sho
Rat dava rof nii proti ei kof
Ryuf voshu to ryaba ya kat kosu is
Vi rien tsen vu hies taha chies ni ien fru

A man born to fight
An enemy bent on conquest
Let battle commence

Zuorhi viyantas was festsu ruor proi
Yuk dulfe suoivo swenne yat vu henvi nes
Sho fu briyu praffi stassui tsenva chies
Ien ryus sois nyat pyaro shennie fru
Prasueno
Turoden shes vi hyu vu praviya
Tyus prostes fis hien hiesnie ryanmie phoshuka
We swen ryasta grouts froine shienhie var yat
Nyam taika rit skuois
Iyaf ties fika prafa trapa tof
 
Der Mensch gehört nicht in die Luft,
so der Herr im Himmel ruft,
seine Söhne auf den Wind
bringt mit dieses Menschenkind.

Man does not belong in the air,
thus the lord in heaven calls
his sons upon the wind
bring me this human child.

Rammstein - Dalai Lama
 
And on tides we can't be untouched by
Of troubles stay when lids lay over eyes
The frames and faces I've mistaken for kids whose lives I may have taken
And if so, do I haunt their parents dreams?
And in so, am I summarized by sounds of young lung screams?
Their young one's screams
And of war bonds and blood stained hands
Combat neurosis shys from indica strands
And it breaks my mother's heart to know I came back broken
With the thought of my arms spilt open
And if so, would I bring their parent's peace?
And if so, could I give back the sounds of their children's screams?
Let go of what I've seen.
 
let's discuss because in our beautiful country, at least theoretically, everyone is very tolerant.
words don't want to move something, words don't hurt anyone.
So let's talk about it, discussions are ok.

Die Ärzte - deine Schuld
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2LKksjxHyWU
 
If by favourite, you meant the song which often happens to be hummed, then that would be this one for me lately, but I'm unable to tell the exact reason, why.

The Burning Of Auchindoun

As I cam’ in by Fiddichside, on a May morning
I spied Willie MacIntosh an hour before the dawning
Turn again, turn again, turn again, I bid ye
If ye burn Auchindoun, Huntly he will heid ye
Heid me or hang me, that shall never fear me
I'll burn Auchindoun tho' the life leaves me


As I cam’ in by Auchindoun on a May morning
Auchindoun was in a bleeze, an hour before the dawning
Crawing, crawing, for a' your crouse crawin'
Ye burnt yer crop an tint your wings an hour before the dawning


(music and lyrics: trad. Scottish, 18th century)
 
I drive on down from the big town Friday when the clock strikes five
As the red sun sets in the ocean
I start to come alive

Summer girls in the parking lot slap on their makeup and they flirt the night away
At Sleepy Joe's Café

Joe came home in '45 and took out a G.I. loan
On a sleepy little spot and Army cook could call his own
He married May, the highway come in and they woke up to find
They were sitting on top of a pretty little gold mine

Saturday night the lights are bright as the folks pour in from town
Joe keeps the blues playin', at the bar May lays the beers down
I come through the door and feel the workweek slip away
See you out on the floor and Monday morning's a million miles away

Sleepy Joe's cafe- "The Boss" Bruce Springsteen. It reminds me of a good friend back when I was living in Florida

Also the whole song of "The Weight" by The band. It plays really good when driving down the highway with the top down blasting loud.
 

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