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di Francis

PIXIES

There is this old woman
She lives down the road
You can often find her kneelin’ inside of her hole

And I often ask her
“Are you lookin’ for the mother lode? Huh?” No?
“No, my child, this is not my desire”
And then she said

“I’m diggin’ for fire
I’m diggin’ for fire
I’m diggin’ for fire (fire, for fire)
I’m diggin’ for fire” (I’m diggin’ for fire)

There is this old man who spent so much of his life sleeping
That he is able to keep awake for the rest of his years
He resides on a beach
In a town where I am going to live

And I often ask him
“Are you lookin’ for the mother lode? Huh?” No?
“No, my child, this is not my desire”
And then he said

“I’m diggin’ for fire
I’m diggin’ for fire (for fire)
I’m diggin’ for fire (fire, for fire)
I’m diggin’ for fire, I’m diggin’ for fire, fire, fire
I’m diggin’ for fire, I’m diggin’ for fire
Oh fire, oh fire
I’m diggin’ for, I’m diggin’
For fire”…

di Anthony, Roth, A.Van Halen, E.Van Halen

VAN HALEN

(Oh, wow, man, I said
Wait a second, man
What do you think the teacher’s gonna look like this year?
Fuck man!)

Oh yeah, t-t-teacher stop that screamin’
Teacher don’t you see? Don’t wanna be no uptown fool
Maybe I should go to hell but I am doing well
Teacher needs to see me after school

I think of all the education that I’ve missed
But then my homework was never quite like this

Ow! Got it bad, got it bad, got it bad
I’m hot for teacher
I’ve got it bad, so bad
I’m hot for teacher

(Hey, I heard you missed us, we’re back!
I brought my pencil
Give me something to write on, man Whoa)

I heard about your lessons but lessons are so cold
I didn’t know about this school
Little girl from Cherry Lawn, how can you be so bold?
How did you know that golden rule?

I think of all the education that I’ve missed
But then my homework was never quite like this

Whoa! Got it bad, got it bad, got it bad
I’m hot for teacher
I’ve got it bad, so bad
I’m …

di Harris

IRON MAIDEN

There goes the siren that warns of the air raid
Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak
Out for the scramble, we’ve got to get airborne
Got to get up for the coming attack

Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines
Remove all the wheelblocks, there’s no time to waste
Gathering speed as we head down the runway
Got to get airborne before it’s too late

Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving

Run, live to fly
Fly to live, do or die
Won’t you run, live to fly
Fly to live, aces high

Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers
Let off a sharp burst and then turn away
Roll over, spin ‘round to come in behind them
Move to their blindsides and firing again

Bandits at 8 o’clock move in behind us
Ten ME-109’s out of the sun
Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them
Heading straight for them, I press down my guns

Rolling, turning, diving
Rolling, turning, diving (doing it again)
Rolling, turning, diving
Rolling, turning, diving

Run, live to fly
Fly to live, do or die…

di Hetfield, Ulrich

METALLICA

One, two, one, two
Brixton live in the flesh
(?)
Tell a man be prepared, or be fed
(?)

And the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all but pride
So in her I do confide
And she keeps me satisfied
Gives me all I need

And with dust in throat I crave
Only knowledge will I save
To this game you stay a slave
(To the game you stay a slave)
Rover, wanderer
Nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will (Call me what you will)

But I’ll take my time anywhere
Free to speak my mind anywhere
I’ll redefine anywhere

Anywhere I may roam, anywhere
Where I lay my head is home

And the earth becomes my throne
I adapt to the unknown (I do)
Under wandering stars I’ve grown (I do)
By myself, but not alone (skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)…

di Pundik, Gilbert, Grushka, Klein, Bolooki

NEW FOUND GLORY

I’ve been waiting for a good day
I’ve been holding back long enough
I’ve been hurting to tell you some things

It’s not the falling of the temperature
That’s making all our bones run cold
It’s the breeze you make
The presence felt when you’re around me

And it feels like
I’m at an all-time low

Slightly bruised and broken
From our head on collision
I’ve never seen this side of you
Another tragic case of feeling
Bruised and broken
From our head on collision
I’ve never seen this side of you
Another tragic case

And I’m still
Waiting for a good day
I think I’ve held this long enough
I think it’s safe to tell you some things

It’s not just what you say to people
And it’s not the way you look at me
It’s the way you present yourself
For all your worst critics to see And it feels like
I’m at an all-time low…

di Goodwin, J.Williams, A.Williams

DOVES

Son
What have you done?
You’re caught by the river
You’re coming undone

Life
You know it can’t be so easy
But you can’t just leave it
Cause you’re not in control no more

And you give it all away
Would you give it all away now?
Don’t let it come apart
Don’t want to see you come apart

Son
What are you doing?
You learned a hard lesson
When you stood by the water

You and I
Were so full of love and hope
Would you give it all up now?
Would you give in just to spite them all?

Cause you give it all away
And you give it all away now
Don’t let it come apart
Don’t want to see you come apart

Cause you give it all away
And you give it all away now
Don’t let it come apart
Don’t want to see you come apart

…

di Meloy, Funk, Conlee, Query, Moen

DECEMBERISTS

Sing, Muse, of the passion of the pistol
Sing, Muse, of the warning by the whistle
On a night so dark and waning
A dawn obscured by slate sky raining, oh, oh

Five and twenty burglars by the reservoir
A teenage lookout on the signal tower
The mogul’s daughter in hog-tie
The mogul fingers the wrong guy, all right

It was a perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect crime
It was a perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect crime

The bagman’s quaking at the fingers
The hand-off glance a little lingers
A well-dressed man in the crosshairs
A shot rings out from somewhere upstairs

It was a perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect crime
It was a perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect crime

It was the perfect crime

It was like a ticker-tape parade
When the plastique on the safe was blown away
And we all gaze from eye to eye
As we mouth our silent goodbyes

The valley’s sleeping like a bastard
It stinks of slumber and disaster
Two words are spoken with tap wire
The agent’s pull finds …

di Cornell, Morello, Commerford. Wilk

AUDIOSLAVE

Well, I’ve been watching
While you’ve been coughing
I’ve been drinking life
While you’ve been nauseous
And so I drink to health
While you kill yourself
And I’ve got just one thing
That I can offer

Go on and save yourself
And take it out on me
Go on and save yourself
And take it out on me, yeah

I’m not a martyr
I’m not a prophet
And I won’t preach to you
But here’s a caution
You better understand
That I won’t hold your hand
But if it helps you mend
Then I won’t stop it

Go on and save yourself
And take it out on me
Go on and save yourself
And take it out on me
Go on and save yourself
And take it out on me
Go on and save yourself
And take it out on me, yeah

Drown, if you want
And I’ll see you at the bottom
Where you crawl
On my skin
And put the blame on me
So you don’t feel a thing

Go on and save yourself
And take it out on me
Go on and save yourself
And take it out on me
Go …

di Townshend

LIMP BIZKIT

No one knows what it’s like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows what it’s like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies

But my dreams they aren’t as empty
As my conscious seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That’s never free

No one knows what it’s like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain woe
Can show through

But my dreams they aren’t as empty
As my conscious seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That’s never free

Discover L I M P say it
Discover L I M P say it
Discover L I M P say it
Discover L I M P say it
Discover…

di Calloway, Burton, GF Reverberi, GP Reverberi

WITHIN TEMPTATION

I remember when, I remember
I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that place
Even your emotions have an echo in so much space
And when you’re out there without care
Yeah, I was out of touch
But it wasn’t because I didn’t know enough
I just knew too much

Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Possibly

And I hope that you are
Having the time of your life
But think twice
That’s my only advice…