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I cant take it
02:38
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i can't take it anymore when you're late
no, i can't take it anymore, but you don't care
i can't take it. i can't wait. how can i take it? no, no.
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kill a pig
02:05
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at night you can cry, you can nearly die. who cares?
you can cry or die. they don't give a damn. you get that !
like pigs, my baby now you can kill.
oh baby now you can kill a cop.
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lisa
04:26
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bienvenu dans ce foutu monde, bienvenu sur terre,
j'espère que tu trouveras le moyen de tirer parti de cet enfer.
welcome on this fucking world
welcome here on earth
i hope you'll find a way to make use of this old world
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fucking stupid white men
03:32
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i had a fight with my baby, when she just ask me to swear.
i gotta change my color, oh i said yeah
i'm a fucking stupid white man, i'm stupid
i'm a fucking stupid white man going on the wrong way
i'm fucking stupid white man
i rule, i'm right, i can tell
i'm fucking stupid white man
i steal, i judge, i kill, i’m within my rights, i tell you.
might is right, figure it out
born on the right side, how come i need to change ?
it's too good to last, i've been shot
i fall down, that's what i needed, i was wrong, but now dead.
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i cant stand myself
04:15
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oh, look at me, i'm not proud of myself
i feel it's going on and going on for so long
i feel it coming, i'm burning out.
what does it mean ? can't find the reason.
and then i feel, dear, how come it’s coming on me, now baby.
and i'm proud cause i found it's outta question.
but i can feel, i can tell, i can't stand myself.
what does it mean ? give me the reason.
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macdophobia
02:07
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trois diesels furieux crissent et grillent le feu.
pépette écrasée, mémère est effrayée.
rider, rider, le macdo va fermer.
ce soir on tue ronald à coup d'supplices abominables.
cassoulet mémère, vin rouge et camembert.
inquisition motorisée, macdope éradiquée.
un génocide culinaire pour un goût planétaire,
le clown veut nous empoisonner à coup d'sandwiches aseptisés.
big mac, cheese et nausée, bouffe de merde pour le monde entier.
nico & data
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blood money
04:10
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my mother once told me : "comes a war,
you're not going, i'll take care of that !
i'll cut off your forefingers, how will you shoot ?"
me, i forgot who i was, can't remember who i am...
because I've been a hero in more than one zillion wars
dead already, before i was born
parading your streets...sedated
barely able to recognize one living from one dead ... dead !
still there are words that stuck no matter what ... she said :
oh my darling, oh my sweetheart
don't tell me you're going, don't tear us apart
we are of the same kind, we're like lost fingers
hold me dear, hold me and it will all go away
blood money
so many a poor boy
so many a poor girl
saw their lives sucked in that monster : blood money
who's next ?
turtle ramblers & data
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theme from dead man
03:48
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oh why was i born with a different face
why was i not born like the rest of my race
when i look each one starts
when i speak i offend
oh why was i born with a different face
why was i not born like the rest of my race
then i'm silent & passive & lose every friend
improvement makes straight roads
but the crooked road without improvement
are road of genius
i went to the garden of love
and saw what i had never seen
a chapel was built in the midst
where i used to play on the green
and the gates of this chapel was shut
william blake & data
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boy from nowhere
01:54
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oh je suis pas de paris
non je suis pas de savigny
et encore moins de villiers
je suis un gars de nulle part
oh je suis pas de gonesse
et encore moins de sainte geneviève des bois
non je suis pas de viry chatillon
je suis un gars de nulle part
et quand je pense à tous ces gars qui osent prétendre
appartenir à un groupe ou une bande
idée, parti, quartier, cité, j'veux pas signer
j'vois vraiment pas ce qu'il y a à y gagner
non je ne suis pas de kaboul
non je ne suis pas de paris
et encore moins de new york
je suis un gars de nulle part
dmz & data
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the dharma bums
05:37
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work, produce, consume, work, produce, and consume, the infernal circle.
i see a vision of a great rucksack revolution,
thousands or even millions of young children,
wandering around with rucksacks, going the mountain to pray.
making children laugh and old men glad,
making young girls happy and old girls happier,
all of them zen lunatics who go about writing poems
that happen to appear in their heads for no reason
and also by being kind and also
by strange unexpected acts that keep giving visions
of eternal freedom to everybody and to all living creatures,
that's what i like about you gold book and smith,
two guys from the east coast that i thought was dead.
i thought west coast dead.
the boys was glad, they rested up for more, and jack cooked mush, in honor of the door.
the boys was sitting in a groove of trees, listening to buddy explain the keys.
boys, sez he, the dharma is a door... let's see... boys,
i say the keys, 'cos there's lotsa keys, but only one door, one hive for the bees.
so listen to me, and i'll try to tell all, as i heard it long ago, in the pure land hall.
for you good boys, with wine-soaked teeth, can't understand these words on a heath.
i'll make it simpler, like a bottle of wine, and a good wood-fire, under stars divine. now listen to me, and when you have learned the dharma of the buddhas of old and yearned, to sit down with the truth, under a lonesome tree, in yamu arizony, or anywhere you be, don't thank me for telling, what was told me, this is the wheel i'm a-turning, this is the reason i be: mind is the maker.
jack kerouac & data
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