Your soul disappears in eyes of blue With dignity and lonely lust The moon is shining bright to you Angels adore your mortal dust Welcome to the paradise Great master's hands will rise To bring you to the holy place Eternal life for a human race Resurrection Flesh to your bones Everlasting fortune You are born Resurrection With flowers of gold Give credence to heaven Believe in god Your spirit was willing but your flesh was weak Don't wanna leave the world of lies They're standing around when you go to sleep And give you no chance to say goodbye Welcome to the paradise Great master's hands will rise To bring you to the holy place Eternal life for a human race Resurrection Flesh to your bones Everlasting fortune You are born Resurrection With flowers of gold Give credence to heaven Believe in god Resurrection Flesh to your bones Everlasting fortune You are born Resurrection With flowers of gold Give credence to heaven Believe in god Resurrection Flesh to your bones Everlasting fortune You are born Resurrection With flowers of gold Give credence to heaven Believe in god Now you go through a time of revival Wisdom from above A kingdom where you find your idol Worship, liberty and love Now you go through a time of revival Wisdom from above A kingdom where you find your idol Worship, liberty and love Resurrection Flesh to your bones Everlasting fortune You are born Resurrection With flowers of gold Give credence to heaven Believe in god
A night at the opera, 1975
You suck my blood like a leech
You break the law and you breach
Screw my brain till it hurts
You've taken all my money, and you want more
Misguided old mule with your pigheaded rules
With your narrow-minded cronies who are fools
Of the first division
Death on two legs
You're tearing me apart
Death on two legs
You never had a heart of your own
Killjoy, bad guy, big-talking, small fry
You're just an old barrow boy
Have you found a new toy to replace me?
Can you face me?
But now you can kiss my ass goodbye
Feel good, are you satisfied?
Do you feel like suicide? (I think you should)
Is your conscience all right? Does it plague you at night?
Do you feel good? (Feel good)
Talk like a big business tycoon
You're just a hot-air balloon
So no one gives you a damn
You're just an overgrown schoolboy
Let me tan your hide
A dog with disease, you're the king of the sleaze
Put your money where your mouth is Mr Know All
Was the fin on your back part of the deal? Shark
Death on two legs
Tearing me apart
Death on two legs
You never had a heart (You never did)
Of your own (Right from the start)
Insane, should be put inside
You're a sewer rat decaying in a cesspool of pride
Should be made unemployed
Then make yourself null and void
Make me feel good (I feel good)
Theli, 1996
Pale is your face in the mist of the dark
My dearest mistress of the night
The memories of your magnificent
Caress my mind and my heart
Black Fairy
Dark Fairy
Break through and met up at the border of eclipse
Through deepest desires awaiting your emerge
The pictures in my mind will call upon your presence
Connects my mind to the qlipha of Lilith
Black Fairy
Dark Fairy
Pale is your face in the mist of the dark
My dearest mistress of the night
The memories of your magnificent
Caress my mind and my heart
Vitalogy, 1994
Don't need a helmet, got a hard, hard head
Don't need a raincoat, I'm already wet
Don't need a bandage, there's too much...blood...
After a while, seems to roll right off...hmm...
Whipping,...they're whipping,...
...They're whipping, ah...they're whipping...
Don't need a hand, there's always arms attached
Oh, don't get behind, I can't fall back
Why must we trust all these rusted rails?
They don't want no change we already have
They're whipping,...they're whipping,...
...They're whipping,...they're whipping...
Don't mean to push, but I'm being shoved!
Ohh, I'm just like you, think we've had enough
I can't believe a thing they want us to...oh...
Oh, we all got scars, they should have 'em too...
Oh, they're whipping,...they're whipping,...
...They're whipping,..they're whipping...
They're whipping,...they're whipping,...
...They're whipping...yeah...they're whipping...
Dynasty, 1979
Mmm, yeah!
Tonight, I want to give it all to you
In the darkness, there's so much I want to do
And tonight, I want to lay it at your feet
'Cause girl, I was made for you
And girl, you were made for me
I was made for lovin' you, baby
You were made for lovin' me
And I can't get enough of you, baby
Can you get enough of me?
Tonight, I want to see it in your eyes
Feel the magic, there's something that drives me wild
And tonight, we're gonna make it all come true
'Cause girl, you were made for me
And girl, I was made for you
I was made for lovin' you, baby
You were made for lovin' me
And I can't get enough of you, baby
Can you get enough of me?
I was made for lovin' you, baby
You were made for lovin' me
And I can give it all to you, baby
Can you give it all to me?
Oh, can't get enough
I can't get enough
I can't get enough
I was made for lovin' you, baby
You were made for lovin' me
And I can't get enough of you, baby
Can you get enough of me?
Oh, I was made
You were made
I can't get enough
No, I can't get enough
I was made for lovin' you, baby
You were made for lovin' me
And I can't get enough of you, baby
Can you get enough of me?
Shout at the devil, 1983
Now listen up
She's razor sharp
If she don't get her way
She'll slice you apart
Now she's a cool, cool black
She moves like a cat
If you don't get her name
Well you might not make it back
She's got the looks that kill, that kill
She's got the looks that kill, that kill
She's got the look
Now she's bulletproof
She keeps her motor clean
Oh, and believe me, you
She's a number thirteen
The clock strikes midnight
She's lookin' louder and louder
She's gonna turn on her juice, boy
Well then she'll turn on her power
She's got the looks that kill, that kill
She's got the looks that kill, that kill
She's got the look
She's got looks that kill
She's got the look
Hey
Now listen up
She's razor sharp
If she don't get her way
She'll slice you apart
Well she's a cool, cool black
Moves like a cat
If you don't get her name
You might not make it back
She's got the looks that kill, that kill
She's got the looks that kill, that kill
She's got the look
Grabsteinland III Herz Der Finsternis, 2005
Sie treffen sich immer immer wieder
Treten im Wald die Sterne aus
Schau wer sie führt ins Henxenfieber
Sieht wie ein kleines Mädchen aus
Nenn sie bei ihrem Namen lieber
Sie hat es so gern wenn du sie kennst
So klein ist der Tod so groß ihr Fieber
Du kannst nicht entkommen auchwenn du rennst
The soft parade, 1969
All right
Wild child, full of grace
Savior of the human race
Your cool face
Natural child, terrible child
Not your mother's or your father's child
You're our child, screaming wild
An ancient lunatic reigns
In the trees of the night
With hunger at her heels
Freedom in her eyes
She dances on her knees
Pirate prince at her side
Staring into the hollow idol’s eye
Wild child full of grace
Savior of the human race
Your cool face
Your cool face
Your cool face
You remember when we were in Africa?
Emile Jacotey - 1975
Que le diable l'emporte
Le Nain De Stanislas
Se lasse
Toujours entre deux portes
Le Nain De Stanislas
Menace de rire
Nicolas Ferry
Tel était son nom
D'un roi Lecsinski
Il était bouffon
Le coeur en ficelles
Haut de quelques pouces
Il nous contamine
L'entends-tu qui glousse
Sous les crinolines
Le nez aux dentelles?
Le diable l'emporte (connais-tu son âme)
Le Nain De Stanislas (qui se damne, qui se veut profane)
Se lasse
Toujours entre deux portes (ressens-tu le drame, qui le damne)
Le Nain De Stanislas (qui le veut profane)
Menace de rire (qui le tînt jusqu'en son sommeil)
Mettez le Vosgien
Crie dans la luzerne
On lâche le chien
La nuit aux lanternes
Le nain est trop précieux (le nain est trop précieux)
Le diable s'emporte (entends-tu son âme)
Le Nain De Stanislas (qui se damne, qui se veut profane)
Se lasse
Toujours entre deux portes (ressens-tu le drame, qui le damne)
Qui le veut profane (Le Nain De Stanislas)
Qui le tînt dans son dernier sommeil (menace de mourir)
Et oui môssieur
Son dernier sommeil
Le dirigea très loin, très loin
Oh! beaucoup plus loin
Vers un port de plaisir
Où les nains se nourrissent d'éloquence
Grandissent, grandissent
Au fil des années- lumière
Oui môssieur Stanislas
Pardon Monseigneur
Tu te gavais à ses moqueries
Mais ton nain vole vers une onde
Où le bruit de ton tric-trac
N'écorche même plus ses oreilles
Où tes éclats de rire
S'engloutissent corps et âme
Dans un puits de lumière
Monsieur Stanislas
Dans un puits de lumière
Cop killer, 1992
You know sometimes I sit at home, you know
And I watch T.V. and I wonder what it would be like
To live someplace like, you know, the Cosby show
Ozzie and Harriet
You know, where cops come and got your cat outta the tree
All your friends died of old age
But you see, I live in South Central Los Angeles and unfortunately...
SHIT AIN'T LIKE THAT!
IT'S REAL FUCKED UP!
Goddamn what a brotha gotta do
To get a message through
To the red, white and blue?
What I gotta die
Before you realize
I was a brotha with open eyes?
The world's insane
While you drink champagne
And I'm livin' in black rain
You try to ban the A.K.,
I got ten of 'em stashed
With a case of hand grenades
Tell us what to do... Fuck you!
Tell us what to do... Fuck you!
Tell us what to do... Fuck you!
Tell us what to do... Fuck you!
You know what you'd do
If a kid got killed on the way to school
Or a cop shot your kid in the backyard
Shit would hit the fan, muthafucka
And it would hit real hard
I hear it every night
Another gunfight
The tension mounts
On with the Body Count
Yo, Beatmaster, take these muthafuckas to South Central
Ha ha, Yeah, Fuck that
I hear it every night
Another gunfight
The tension mounts
On with the Body Count
Last weekend thirty-seven kids killed in gang warfare
In my backyard
No! No! No!
Yo, Ernie C., take these muthafuckas home
Yeah
Yeah, we in the house, Body Count fools, 1991 muthafuckas
I hear it every night
Another gunfight
The tension mounts
On with the Body Count
Goddamn what a brotha gotta do
To get a message through
To the red, white and you?
What I gotta die before you realize
I was a nigga with open eyes?
The world's insane
While you drink champagne
And I'm livin' in black rain
Don't you hear the guns
You stupid, dumb, dick suckin', bum politicians
Tell us what to do... Fuck you!
Tell us what to do... Fuck you!
The tension mounts...