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[belch]

Your world was blown right apart

On a night of sickening death.

You went running for your life,

And never went home again.

 

I spend sleepless nights as my head

Swims worrying about you.

 

You work the night shift

So you won't be alone.

 

I am adept at cold.

You have travelled so far from home,

And sorrow has followed every step of the way.

You're caught between this life and the one left behind.

 

I see it's burning you inside,

Like some exploding sun.

Your mind constantly returns

To a place that's not so fucking cold...

 

But on fire with war.

 

You're starting over from scratch,

Sending your money home.

You're working as hard as you can

While life hangs in the air.

 

I see distant lights up ahead,

But I'm worrying about you.

 

It's all taking its toll

And you can't concentrate.

 

You are being crushed by the world.

I have got lucky so far.

And we sit, at the end of this night, dialing

An answer finally reached through a long-distance line.

 

News of threatening night letters,

Stones tossed over the fence.

Your loved ones taunted by murderers.

Tell them it's three years that they'll have to wait...

 

As their whole world implodes.

[Indy]

Given the chance
I'll die like a baby
On some far away beach
When the season's over.

 

Unlikely
I'll be remembered
As the tide brushes sand in my eyes
I'll drift away.

 

Cast up on a plateau
With only one memory
A single syllable
Oh lie low lie low.

[Indy]

 

 

The Drones – Taman Shud

 

Thud thud my heart pumps blood
when ever someone talks about my Taman Shud

 

Who ditched that fox-gloved snitch?
Loaded him with poison like a puffer fish

Why don't anybody feel like crying
for the Somerton somebody with the hazel eyes?
Why don't anybody feel like crying
for the Somerton nobody with the hazel eyes?

 

Thud thud my heart pumping blood
when ever someone talks about my Taman Shud

He's gone and no one even cares at all
the earth won't answer and the sea don't mourn

I don't give a fuck about no Anzacery
I don't care you got it interest free
I ain't gonna fret about Lest We Forget
fuck the Murdoch press

I don't get hung up on any carbon tax
or Ned getting strung up for being a psychopath
I ain't really there with any class warfare
the only thing I care abouts the

 

Thud thud my heart pumping blood
when ever someone talks about my Taman Shud

He's gone and no one even cares at all
the earth won't answer and the sea don't mourn

For all of the probing into whether he exists
the question's still as open like a radar dish
Late 1948
is sending a transmission but its inchoate

 

Don't hate me for not caring 'bout you losing your job
I think you're gonna suit being a welfare slob
I don't give a toss about no southern cross
or the gulag union jack
I don't give a fuck if you can't stop the boats
I ain't at a loss if Simpson's donkey votes
I don't care about no Andrew Bolt
or even Harold Holt

 

It's clear as
mud mud my Taman Shud
Everybody mouths off
while they're chewin' cud

Thud thud my heart pumps blood
when ever someone talks about my Taman Shud

 

Why did anybody feel the need to lie?
'less that's Warsaw on the seashore
on the day he died?
Don't nobody wonder where he's been?
No tags no wallet
and his brains dry-cleaned

 

I don't give a fuck about fuck off we're full
I ain't gonna send my kids to private school
I ain't gonna grieve about no BHP
no silver spoons or mining booms

I don't give a fuck about your brick and tile
I don't really care if you're a pedophile
I don't care about no Master Chef
it's as appetizing as a whistleblower's doom
or any French cartoon
nothing like a prune to make the death cults bloom

why you think the whole world's gotta be like you?
Fuck western supremacy
I ain't sitting around being gallipolized
One man's BBQ's another's hunger strike
Why'd I give a rat's about your tribal tatts?
You came here in a boat you fucking cunt

 

My Taman Shud
everybody mouths off
while they're chewin' cud
Thud thud my heart pumps blood
when ever someone talks about my Taman Shud

[čekmeže]

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Odem na gugl, provučem pesmu kroz lyrics, prvih 10 sajtova svi ista greška, sve kopi-pejst. I tako će pogrešno ostati...

[Indy]

Apsolutno, online tekstovi pesama su često puni grešaka koje se potom multipliciraju na desetinama sajtova...  

[jms_uk]

I'm so tired of playing
Playing with this bow and arrow
Gonna give my heart away
Leave it to the other girls to play
For I've been a temptress too long
Just...

Give me a reason to love you
Give me a reason to be a woman
I just wanna be a woman

From this time, unchained
We're all looking at a different picture
Through this new frame of mind
A thousand flowers could bloom
Move over and give us some room, yeah

Give me a reason to love you
Give me a reason to be a woman
I just want to be a woman

So don't you stop being a man
Just take a little look
From our side when you can
Sow a little tenderness
No matter if you cry

Give me a reason to love you
Give me a reason to be a woman
I just want to be a woman

It's all I wanna be, is all a woman
For this is the beginning
Of forever and ever
It's time to move over
It's all I want to be

I'm so tired of playing
Playing with this bow and arrow
Gonna give my heart away
Leave it to the other girls to play
For I've been a temptress too long
Just...

Give me a reason to love you

[jms_uk]

Imagine if I'd have had a baby
I saw the way you made her feel
Like she should be somebody else
I saw the way she tried to hold you
When your heart was just a shell
I saw the words she wrote that broke my heart
It was a living hell
I saw the way you laughed behind her back
When you fucked somebody else
I saw the way you made her feel
Like she should be somebody else
I know you think the stars align for you
And not for her as well
I understand, I can admit
That I have felt those things mysеlf
I saw the way you laughed behind her back
When you fucked somebody else
Lord, it's a feeling
It comes to find you
Lord, it's a feeling
That I felt
If it's convenient for you
You want her love, she'll give you more
That's when your words are so convincing
Say you'll try until she's sure
That you will change
I can admit that I have been right here before
But on that morning when you're proud
You said I fucked somebody of course
Lord, it's a feeling
It comes to find you
Lord, it's a feeling
(That I felt)
It comes to find you
(Like no one else)
When the rest of us have nothing left
She won't be yours
Lord, it's a feeling
That I felt
Lord, it's a feeling
Lord, it's a feeling
That I felt
It comes to find you
Like no one else
When the rest of us have nothing left
She won't be yours
(She won't be yours)
When the rest of us have nothing left
She won't be yours


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[Lancia]

The first god had in his garden
From the back looked like a household pet
When it twirled round was revealed to be
A three-legged black-grey hog

See what flows from his mushy pen
Garden
Garden

That person is films on TV five years back at least
He's the young generation dancing troupe
Try'na perform Country And Western
Do a dance here

Never since birth not eaten in a day
Never since courtship stayed up some nights
He had a "Kingdom Of Evil" book under a German history book
He was contrite like that

See what flows from his slushy pen
Garden
Garden

Small, small location on huge covenance sodomised by presumption
Crooked traitor past revealed at last

Godzone
Godzone (Jacob's Ladder)
Godzone
Godzone

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The same thing could have been taken for a spoilt slate with largesse resource. His ferry stopped at the 'Pool port. Wild Bill Hick shaves and charts at last. The second god's sad - he's coming up - he's waiting number four with a. Less stylish porch, we have the second god's influence. Wild Bill Hick shaves and charts at last.
Shotgun shotgun
Shotgun shotgun
Shotgun shotgun

The best firms advertise the least
The second god lived by mountains that flowed
By the blue shiny lit roads
Had forgot what others still tried to grasp
He knew the evil of the phone
He knew the evil of the phone
The bells stopped on Sunday when he rose
The bells stopped on Sunday when he rose

He's here
He's here at last
I saw him
I swear
He's on the second floor
Up the brown baize lift shaft
He's here
He's here at last
I saw him
I swear

Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
He's here
I saw him
I swear
Up the brown baize lift shaft
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike

 

[Indy]

 

 

The Seabirds - The Triffids

 

No foreign pair of dark sunglasses
Will ever shield you from / the light
That pierces your eyelids, the screaming
Of the gulls / Feeding off the bodies
Of the fish, thrashing up the bay till it was
Red, turning the sky a cold dark colour
As they circled overhead.

 

He swam out to the edge of the reef,
There were cuts across his skin,
Saltwater on his eyes and arms, but
He could not feel the sting / There was
No one left to hold him back, no one
To call out his name, dress him feed
Him drive him home, say ′Little boy
It doesn't have to end this way!′

 

He announced their trial separation, and
Spent the night in a Park Beach Motel
Bed, a total stranger lying next to him,
Rain hitting the root hard over his head
She said 'What's the matter now lover
Boy, has the cat run off with your
Tongue? Are you drinking to get
Maudlin, or drinking to get numb?′

 

He called out to the seabirds ′Take me
Now, I'm no longer afraid to die′, but
They pretended not to hear him, and just
Watched him with their hard and bright
Black eyes

 

They could pick the eye
From any dying thing that lay within
Their reach, but they would not touch
The solitary figure lying tossed up
On the beach.
So, where were you?