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Rising the flag on the masthead The sails and the ropes´ holding tight The gunners are eager to fire Well prepared for the fight Fight, flee or surrender Defeat you can´t deny better give up in the first place Or drown in the blink of an eye Gold, jewels and diamonds The price we´ll

[Brainpower] ik munt uit in dit vet gewilde gilde met ille beelden van binnen uit de kunst als gepensioneerde schilders `t was allang verwacht (wat?) garnier en GJ palm `s nachts en overdag een praliné matinee ille bebrilde twee - `zeker dat ik meedee` slinger meer rond dn R.Kelly z`n privé

[ INTRO ] [ KM.G ] Yo, what's happenin Cold 187 [ Cold 187um ] Yo man, you know we just laid back in the studio With the homie D.O.C. and Dr. Dre [ KM.G ] And we ballin with the homie Eazy-E [ Cold 187um ] Yeah, 'bout to put this piece together for Laylaw See what he think about [ KM.G ]

[Ginuwine] Ooooh oooooo oooooh!!! [P. Diddy] Yeah, this that bounce right here [Ginuwine] Come On Now!!! [P. Diddy] Time to move on, time to be strong Don`t stop now straight to the top now [Ginuwine & Mario Winans] Someone who truly understands, how to treat a man This is what I need [Ver

er war der hund, der grindig schirche hund, von uns'rer oiden nachbarin geh i met erm äußerln und nachher no zum greißler, wär a zwan'ger für mi drin er hat g'stunken, bißn, und am gesteig g'schißn und ununterbrochen 'bellt und vögel hat er gern, für sein leben gern, langsam zu tode 'qu�

The Heat Is On By Dickey Betts, Mike Lawler & Buddy Yochim Copyright 1981 Pangola Publishing Co. & Milene Music Inc Transcribed by Paul Gongola Whatever happened to good time Sally I don't see her 'round no more She used to be all over me It ain't like that no more Sally had the

Worried Down With The Blues by Warren Haynes, Allen Woody & John Jaworowicz. Copyright 1996 Sony Music Entertainment, Inc. Transcribed by Marcus Fromm & Cal Watts I'm lying here for hours, can't get my eyes to close. Can't get one moments peace, to save my dog-gone soul. I've bee

Titel: Notorious B.I.G. - Just Playin' (R&B Bitches) Album: 1993 Bad Boy Promotional As I sit back relax puff a blunt/sip a Becks think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex I'd probably go to jail for fuckin Patti Labelle oooh Regina Belle, she'd probably do me swell Jasmine Guy

On my way Oh It was on my way To my gurlies house Were supposed to meet her at 5 It was on my way (Yo you know what happened to me when I was going on my way to my gurlies house huh aight check this out) Was on my way To my gurlies house Where we supposed to meet her at 5 Hey yea

Sophie: Wo ist die Kaiserin? Gräfin Esterhazy-Liechtenstein: Sie schläft noch, Hoheit! Elisabeth: Was ist denn los? Sophie: Mein Kind, man schläft hier nicht so lang. Elisabeth: Warum? Sophie: Ich dulde keinen Müßiggang! Elisabeth: Ich war so müde... Sophie: Um fü

Franz-Joseph: Du weißt, warum ich gekommen bin? Elisabeth: Nein. Aber ich ahne es. Franz-Joseph: Komm heim, Sissi. Wir gehören zusammen. Ich glaube immer noch daran. Ich liebe dich. Und Liebe, sagt man, kann alle Wunden heilen. Elisabete: Liebe kann vieles, doch manchmal ist Liebe nic

Saw a silhouette across a fluorescent Floating overhead, undoing his helmet Through the murky beams and blue-green sea life I saw him spinnin' towards the moonlight I pull him in, he wasn't breathin' His eyes were wide and I saw two of me there There's an ugly buzz that hovers just above the

ome summers in the evening after six or so I walk on down the hill and maybe buy a beer I think about my friends Sometimes I wish they lived out here But they wouldn't dig this town No they wouldn't dig this town Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Try not to think about it anymore Tr

Pull over the car, pull over the car I think I some sweet score ramp Pull over the car, pull over the car I think I feel like .. I don't wanna, I don't wanna I don't wanna, I don't wanna You make me fee, make me feel Make me feel retarded Can't leave it alone Jerk off on the phone I

Do you not hear me anymore I know it's not your thing to care I know it's cool to be so bored I sucks me in when you're aloof It sucks me in, it sucks it works I guess it's cool to be alone Will you never rest Fighting the battle of who could care less Everyday you wake up late Sometimes

6 am day after Christmas I throw some clothes on in the dark The smell of cold Car seat is freezing The world is sleeping I am numb Up the stairs to her apartment She is balled up on the couch Her mom and dad went down to Charlotte they're not home to find us out And we drive Now that I have found

Fred Jones was worn down from caring for his often srceaming and crying wife burning the day but He couldn't sleep at night for fear that she In a stooper from the drugs that didn't even ease the pain would set the house on blaze with a cigarette.

Saying shit that don't sound too cool, like lovey-dovey honey-bunny, give us all a break dude. You're checking out. Cool whip. Oh Oh Oh. Cool Whip. Oh Oh Oh. Cool whip. Oh Oh Oh. Cool Whip. Oh Oh Oh. That tops it off, we think you'd better cool it down.

Won't you smile, you look so shocked, Put the name-tag on your smock. We've come to see ya Eddie Walker And we may pack a little tight The girl up-front says it's alright. And look there's more of us still getting off the bus We wish you'd come back home with us. Eddie Walker this is you

I wish it was last September We could lose ourselves in crowds everyday 'Cos Emaline, don't walk in time She's not the same that's all you can say When I've heard enough, I tell myself That we've learnt our lesson But I don't want to walk away from Emaline They're talking now Does she now

What I've kept with me nAd what I've thrown away And where the hell I've ended up On this glary random day Were the things I've really cared about Just left along the way For being too pent up and proud Woke up way too late Feeling hungover and old And the sun was shining bright And I wa

He shouted out his last word And he stumbled through the yard And she shattered her last china plate And spun off in the car When he lunged onto the hood She stopped to tell his she'd been wrong He was thrown head over heels Into the traffic coming on But then... All is fair, all is fair

Another guilty white boy, won't you turn me in? Always had it easy, charge me for my sins Ain't been through the slavery, ain't been through the cotton fields Through the back of a ....., cos I'm guilty Ain't been through the slavery, ain't been through the cotton fields Through the back of

Stop the bus I wanna be lonely When seconds pass slowly And years go flying by You gotta stop the bus We get off here Enough's enough And I'm leaving this factory All she wants is food on the table And I won't be able to bring it home And all I want, come on, Is all I need, yeh is fre

I met this girl, she looked like Axl Rose Got drunk and took her home and we slept in our clothes And in the morning put my feet on the floor and I thought Being awake never felt like this before And Julianne y'know she wouldn't approve Talked only on the phone 'cause I had nothing to do Got

She plays Wipeout on the drums The squirrels and the birds come Gather round to sing the guitar Oh I...Have you got nothing to say? When all words fail she speako say? And you can see the daisies in her footsteps Dandelions, butterflies I wanna be Kate Everyday she wears the same thing

All is quiet his tired eyes see figures jotted down And clothes all strewn around the bedroom flood Now nothing's adding up And nothing's making sense She's sleeping like a baby She doesn't like a baby She doesn't know he wasn't meant for this I'm missing the war I'm missing the war all ni

September '75 I was 47 inches high Mom said someday I would have A bad*ss mother G.I. Joe for your little minds to blow I still got beat up after class Now I'm big and important one angry dwarf and 200 solemn face are you If you want to see me check your papers and your T.V. Look who's

Won't you look up at the skyline At the mortar, block, and glass And check out the reflections in my eyes You see they always used to be there Even when this was all was grass And I sang and danced about a high-rise And you were laughing at my helmet hat Laughing at my torch Go ahead you c

I said what you wanted to hear And what I wanted to say So I will take it back Are all the dishes intact? Let them be broken It's easy to be Easy and Free When it doesn't mean anything You remain selfless, cold and composed You've done me no favor to call and b enice Telling me I Can t

Leaf by Leaf, and page by page, throw this book away. All the sadness, all the rage, throw this book away. Rip out the binding, and tear the glue. All the grief we never even knew, we had it all along, now it's, Smoke. All the things we've written in it, never really happened. All

So you wanted to take a break? Slow it down some, and have some space? Well fuck you too! Give me my money back, Give me my money back, you bitch. I want my money back and don't forget And don't forget to give me back my black T-shirt I wish I hadn't bought you dinner Right before you du

Destiny was calling Monday afternoon Wednesday you'll be crawling And you'll pray to be there soon With sports and wine Some men never grew up Fortunate like you Some men never found out What it takes to be a dude That's Sports and iWne The girls don't understand it What you think is

Everyone gather round now sing us a song just in case by tomorrow it happens he's gone For two weeks and seven days Our fair foreign friend I have this feeling We might never see Steven again We thought he was gone But he's come back again Last week it was funny Not the jokes wearing thin

The Ascent of Stan pangs of silence from the room upstairs how's the view there? do you read what they're saying about you? that you're no fun since the war was won in fact, you have become all of the things you've always run from the ascent of Stan textbook hippy man get rest whi