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_Fleetwood Mac – Rhiannon_

Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night and
Wouldn't you love to love her?
Takes to the sky like a bird in flight and
Who will be her lover?

All your life you've never seen
A woman taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven?
Will you ever win?

She is like a cat in the dark and then
She is the darkness
She rules her life like a fine skylark and when
The sky is starless

All your life you've never seen
A woman taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven?
Will you ever win?
Will you ever win?

Rhiannon
Rhiannon
Rhiannon
Rhiannon

She rings like a bell through the night and
Wouldn't you love to love her?
She rules her life like a bird in flight and
Who will be her lover?

All your life you've never seen
A woman taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven?
Will you ever win?
Will you ever win?

Rhiannon
Rhiannon
Rhiannon

Taken by
Taken by the sky

Taken by
Taken by the sky

Taken by
Taken by the sky

Dreams unwind
Loves a state of mind

Dreams unwind
Loves a state of mind

Dreams unwind
Loves a state of mind

Sind Sie das essen? Nein wir sind die Jäger
________________

I don't feel a thing
And I stopped remembering
Days are just like moments turned to hours
________________

I've never seen a bluer sky
.....I asked myself what its all for
You know, the funny thing about it is
I couldn't answer
_______________
Lullaby of birdland
Thats what I
Always hear
When you sigh...

Rammstein - Waidmanns Heil

Ich bin in Hitze schon seit Tagen
So werd ich mir ein Kahlwild jagen
Und bis zum Morgen sitz' ich an
Damit ich Blattschuss geben kann

Auf dem Lande, auf dem Meer,
lauert das Verderben
Die Kreatur muss sterben!
Sterben!

Ein Schmaltier auf die Läufe kommt
Hat sich im hohen Ried gesonnt
Macht gute Fährte tief im Tann
Der Spiegel glänzt, ich packe an
Der Wedel zuckt wie Fingeraal
Die Flinte springt vom Futteral

Weidmanns manns manns manns Heil!

Ich fege mir den Bast vom Horn
Und gebe ein gestrichenes Korn

Weidmanns manns manns manns Heil!
Auf dem Lande, auf dem Meer,
lauert das Verderben
Die Kreatur muss sterben!
Sterben!
Weidmanns manns manns manns Heil!
Sterben!
Weidmanns manns manns manns Heil!

Sie spürt die Mündungsenergie
Feiner Schweiss tropft auf das Knie

Auf dem Lande, auf dem Meer,
lauert das Verderben
Die Kreatur muss sterben!
Sterben!
Weidmanns manns manns manns Heil!
Sterben!

Man I miss knowing german. A year ago, I could've probably understood all of this.

this ones in english

Suck my cockiness
Lick my persuasion
Eat my words and then
Swallow your pride down, down

Place my wants and needs
Over your resistance
And then you come around
You come around
You come around

I want you to be my sex slave
Anything that I desire
Be one with my feminine
Set my whole body on fire

A cockroach in the concrete, courthouse tan and beady eyes.
A slouch with fallen arches, purging truths into great lies.
A little man with a big eraser, changing history
Procedures that he's programmed to, all he hears and sees.

Altering the facts and figures, events and every issue.
Make a person disappear, and no one will ever miss you.

Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was.
Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws.
Follow the instructions of the New Ways' Evil Book of Rules.
Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools.

You say you've got the answers, well who asked you anyway?
Ever think maybe it was meant to be this way?
Don't try to fool us, we know the worst is yet to come.
I believe my kingdom will come.

F is for fighting, R is for red,
Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed.
E, we elect them, E, we eject them,
In the land of the free, and the home of the brave.
D, for your dying, O, your overture,
M, they will cover your grave with manure.
This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me,
As long as there's a P.M.R.C.

F is for fighting, R is for red,
Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed.
E, we elect them, E, we eject them,
In the land of the free and the home of the brave.
D, for your dying, O, your overture,
M is for money and you know what that cures.
This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me,
As long as there's a P.M.R.C.

Put your hand right up my shirt,
Pull the strings that make me work,
Jaws will part, words fall out,
like a fish with hook in mouth.

Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was.
Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws.
Follow the instructions of the New Ways' Evil Book of Rules.
Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools.

I'm not a fish
I'm a man
Hook in mouth

Don't get my words twisted now, we ain't all the same
Some got a silver spoon, others have a ball and chain
Some wish you all the best, some wish you all the pain
Life's a game and I'm trying to make the hall of fame

This society asks you to pick a side
Every minute of your life three hundred and sixty five
Red or blue, big or small, yes or no, right or wrong
The difference between the two is the feeling of I belong


-DFD

Lets gather like storms for the war. Crows, as the night turns its skin into coal,
Dark as corpses but cluttered with gold. - Future Wars.