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Cool lyrics


"living just for dying, dying just for you"
--------black sabbath--------

"hey brother christian with your high and mighty errand
your actions speak so loud i can't hear a word you're saying
hey sister bleeding heart with all of your compassion
your labors soothe the hurt but can't assuage temptation
hey man of science with your perfect rules of measure
can you improve this place with the data that you gather?
hey mother mercy can your loins bear fruit forever?
is fecundity a trammal or a treasure?
                                                                 i want to conquer the world
                                                                give all the idiots a brand new religion
                                                                put an end to poverty, uncleanliness, and toil
                                                                prom0te equality in all of my decisions
                                                                with a quick wink of the eye and a "god you must be joking"
hey mister diplomat with your worldly aspirations
did you see the children cry when you left them at the station?
hey moral soldier you've got righteous proclamation
and precious tomes to fuel your pulpy conflagrations
                                                                 i want to conquer the world
                                                                 expose the culprits and feed them to the children
                                                                 i'll do away with air pollution then i'll save the whales
                                                                 we'll have peace on earth and global communion..."
--------bad religion----"i want to conquer the world"--------

"i can recall the warm youth of summer day
the sweetes lemonade, the darkest game arcade
and billy had a yearning in the corner of his mind
it moved him secretly, it moved him powerfully
                                                                    but presence was lacking and the present was not all
                                                                    and his aptitudes were carelessly wasted
                                                                    and challenging life with the abandon of a fool
                                                                    he squandered the hours of his day
then darkness and disorder slapped him sharply in the face
it hit him like a friend, struck something deep within
he couldn't break the chain of slow decay that seemed to drag him
just like a fatal tie, toward the other side
                                                                    and billy was a lunatic just barking at the moon
                                                                    and his brain was totally wasted
                                                                    he then exchanged his friends for a needle and a spoon
                                                                    and he through his future away
bolt the door and throw away the key
your dim reflection is all that you can see
                                                                    so where is the justice when no one is at fault
                                                                    and a human life is tragically wasted?
                                                                    how fragile is the flame that burns within us all
                                                                    to light each passing day?
--------bad religion----billy--------

poetry

death is coming

"death is before me today:
like the recovery of a sick man,
like going forth into a garden after sickness.

death is before me today:
like the odor of myrrh,
like sitting under a sail in a good wind.

death is before me today:
like the course of a stream,
like the return of a man from the war-gallery to his house.

Death is before me today:
like the home that aman longs to see,
after years spent as a captive.
--------taken from "the sandman", issue 8--------

quotes

"Politicians are people who get sworn in and then cursed out!"

"If opera is entertainment, then falling off a roof is transportation!"

"After all is said and done, there's always a lot more said than done!"

"The suburbs are where they cut down all the trees and then name the
streets after them!"

"Most minds are like concrete... all mixed up and permanently set!"

"Most of us don't know what we want, but we're pretty sure we don't have
it!"

"Most people don't act stupid: it's the real thing!"
--------all qutes from mad magazine--------



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