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”Let's dispel, once and for all, with this fiction that Barack Obama doesn't know what he's doing. He knows exactly what he's doing. He is trying to change this country.”
Just when you remember the Jerry Springer shows
You're introduced to fruit sallad metaphors
Now when 10% believe to have lost out
to the black mexican gay muslim atheist terrorist
This generic glorified liefest
This embarrasing Mussolini routine
Didn't these authoritarian dreams,
Turn to ashes on Voßstraße 6?
”I can state unequivocally, he will be the healthiest individual ever elected to the presidency.”
The rise of the lack of nuance
The perils of the simple
Extrapolate the apocalypse from mundane disagreements
Magnifying every comment to bibilical dimensions
This generic glorified liefest
This embarrasing Mussolini routine
Didn't these authoritarian nightmares,
Turn to ashes on Voßstraße 6?
”Ben Carson defends himself against allegations that he never attempted to murder a child.”
SOLO
”There is no substantive-due-process right to stimulate one’s genitals for non-medical purposes unrelated to procreation or outside of an interpersonal relationship.”
This generic glorified liefest
This embarrasing Mussolini routine
Didn't these authoritarian dreams,
Turn to ashes on Voßstraße 6?
The cynical salesmen of bigotry
At this Nürnberg rally of idiocy
Witness the amazing anti-miracle
of the Orange Orangutang's Revenge
”And everyone gotta understand, when there's more trade, there's more commerce.”
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I'm coming up
For a short while
Aaaah-aaah-aaah
etc.
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Song to Rock (version)
03:25
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I've never felt this way in myself
Like I'm in control
I need to step outside of myself
To rock 'n roll
Playing my guitar
In a room without a light
Put myself to the test
And in the end, it feels all right
But I can be so blind
Need to pretend I'm someone else
To be me
But I might lose track of whatever it is
I want to be
When you're confined in your preconcieved ideas
Your own identity
May construct your enemies
But I can be so difficult
The stage is set for the bold to take
By force of by hand
As I force my hand
To make the weak understand
I'm not gonna play my guitar anymore
I've been trying to stop
The guitar is a luxury I cannot afford
I'm not ready to rock
And I didn't play my guitar for about seven years
Directing machine
From a podium in my mind
Whilst collecting the names
And smashing the chimes
When you're confined in your preconcieved ideas
Your own identity
May convince you to be sincere
And do it one more time
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Dippy smile on your face
Well, I gave you a mystery
The lux of the tedium
Let's not borrow trouble
A grand old time
A sundress, radiant and clear
On European front steps
Someone to make you fall
I used to see the world in fragments
And so this is my tale
Transient as fire
And enraged at life
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As you can see the light of a star
Dead since millions of years
You hauled out the money for her death
Can you keep it together after realizing?
As your interest grew
The ink of her doom was drying
You were a black hole to begin with
A hole of nothing - A hole of shit
On a broken boulevard - The dreams end
I will -
Never apologize, never explain.
When you see that star
A decade to remember, a decade to forget
The star that you wish for
Is the same dream you'll regret
You were a black hole to begin with
A hole of nothing - A hole of shit
On a broken boulevard - The dreams end
I will -
Never apologize, never explain.
Whatever you did or didn't do
It never endured the weight of the halo
The halo you will never get to preserve
When the light of your dream is severed
You were a black hole to begin with
A hole of nothing - A hole of shit
On a broken boulevard - The dreams end
I will -
Never apologize, never explain.
You were a black hole to begin with
A whole lotta nothing - A sack of shit
On a broken boulevard - The dreams end
I will -
Never apologize, never explain.
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a truth called nothing Stockholm, Sweden
The European atheist art-rock band, a truth called nothing, is made up of contrasts: they combine hi-i with lo-fi, death with joy. They have been active since the new millenium began, collaborating heavily with the european movement to legalize assisted suicide, as well as emerging at the forefront of the online phenomenon "Borgarkrossarna" ("The Bourgeois Breakers"). ... more
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