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[Firefoot]

Metallica - Memory Remains

Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane
But the memory remains
Heavy rings on fingers wave
Another star denies the grave
See the nowhere crowd, cry the nowhere tears of honor
Like twisted vines that grow
That hide and swallow mansions whole
And dim the light of an already faded prima donna

Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...
But the memory remains
Heavy rings hold cigarettes
Up to lips that time forgets
While the Hollywood sun sets behind your back
And can't the band play on?
Just listen, they play my song
Ash to ash
Dust to dust
Fade to black

Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...
Dance little tin goddess
na-na-na
Drift away
Fade away
Little tin goddess
Ash to ash
Dust to dust
Fade to black

Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...
But the memory remains
Ash to ash Dust to dust Fade to black... But the memory remains
Faded prima donna
Dance little tin goddess dance

[Firefoot]

After Forever - Beyond Me

I know I'm alone, but somebody's watching me
Follows me everywhere I go
A cold flow surprised me again, I shiver
The presence of something, I can hear it's breathing

Leave me alone, wherever you came from
Hearing so much voices, no one's talking

Leave me alone

Leave me alone, wherever you came from
Hearing so much voices, no one's talking

Running for something, nothing, in the black of the night
Creeps around you, the invisible force that makes you crazy
I can't remember how it feels to be warm, to be alone...
Without that fear deep inside

Icons of death float on beyond me
Whispering my name and breathing it out

The menace of insanity
Inner voices cry out for action
Defenceless as I am
Lost in the alleged paradise

I'm not sure if I am here or elsewhere
Searching for satisfaction
Beyond the frontiers of my comprehension

Leave me alone, wherever you came from
Hearing so much voices, no one's talking

Leave me alone, wherever you came from
Hearing so much voices, no one's talking

Leave me alone

[Lorelei]

Midnight - Dorothy Parker
     

The stars are soft as flowers, and as near;
The hills are webs of shadow, slowly spun;
No separate leaf or single blade is here-
All blend to one.

No moonbeam cuts the air; a sapphire light
Rolls lazily. and slips again to rest.
There is no edged thing in all this night,
Save in my breast.

[Firefoot]

Rammstein - Zerstören

Meine Sachen will ich pflegen
Den Rest in Schutt und Asche legen
Zerreißen zerschmeißen
Zerdrücken zerpflücken
Ich geh am Gartenzaun entlang
Wieder spür ich diesen Drang
Ich muss zerstören
Doch es darf nicht mir gehören
Ich muss zerstören
Doch es darf nicht mir gehören

Nein

Ich nehme eure Siebensachen
Werde sie zunichte machen
Zersägen zerlegen
Nicht fragen zerschlagen
Und jetzt die Königsdisziplin
Ein Köpfchen von der Puppe ziehen
Verletzen zerfetzen zersetzen
Zerstören
Doch es darf nicht mir gehören
Ich muss zerstören

Nein

Ich würde gern etwas zerstören
Doch es darf nicht mir gehören
Ich will ein guter Junge sein
Doch das Verlangen holt mich ein
Ich muss zerstören
Doch es darf nicht mir gehören

Nein

Zerreißen zerschmeißen
Zerdrücken zerpflücken
Zerhauen und klauen
Nicht fragen zerschlagen
Zerfetzen verletzen
Zerbrennen dann rennen
Zersägen zerlegen
Zerbrechen sich rächen

Er traf ein Mädchen, das war blind
Geteiltes Leid und gleichgesinnt
Sah einen Stern vom Himmel gehen
Und wünschte sich sie könnte sehn

Sie hat die Augen aufgemacht
Verließ ihn noch zur selben Nacht

[Lorelei]

"It was about this time that the pigs suddenly moved into the farmhouse and
took up their residence there. Again the animals seemed to remember that a
resolution against this had been passed in the early days, and again
Squealer was able to convince them that this was not the case. It was
absolutely necessary, he said, that the pigs, who were the brains of the
farm, should have a quiet place to work in. It was also more suited to the
dignity of the Leader (for of late he had taken to speaking of Napoleon
under the title of "Leader") to live in a house than in a mere sty.
Nevertheless, some of the animals were disturbed when they heard that the
pigs not only took their meals in the kitchen and used the drawing-room
as a recreation room, but also slept in the beds. Boxer passed it off as
usual with "Napoleon is always right!", but Clover, who thought she
remembered a definite ruling against beds, went to the end of the barn and
tried to puzzle out the Seven Commandments which were inscribed there.
Finding herself unable to read more than individual letters, she fetched
Muriel.

"Muriel," she said, "read me the Fourth Commandment. Does it not say
something about never sleeping in a bed?"

With some difficulty Muriel spelt it out.

"It says, 'No animal shall sleep in a bed with sheets,"' she announced
finally.

Curiously enough, Clover had not remembered that the Fourth Commandment
mentioned sheets; but as it was there on the wall, it must have done so.
And Squealer, who happened to be passing at this moment, attended by two
or three dogs, was able to put the whole matter in its proper perspective."

[Lorelei]

Winston sank his arms to his sides and slowly refilled his lungs with air. His mind slid away into the labyrinthine world of doublethink. To know and not to know, to be conscious of complete truthfulness while telling carefully constructed lies, to hold simultaneously two opinions which cancelled out, knowing them to be contradictory and believing in both of them, to use logic against logic, to repudiate morality while laying claim to it, to believe that democracy was impossible and that the Party was the guardian of democracy, to forget whatever it was necessary to forget, then to draw it back into memory again at the moment when it was needed, and then promptly to forget it again: and above all, to apply the same process to the process itself. That was the ultimate subtlety: consciously to induce unconsciousness, and then, once again, to become unconscious of the act of hypnosis you had just performed. Even to understand the word 'doublethink' involved the use of doublethink.

The instructress had called them to attention again. 'And now let's see which of us can touch our toes!' she said enthusiastically. 'Right over from the hips, please, comrades. One-two! One- two! ...'

Winston loathed this exercise, which sent shooting pains all the way from his heels to his buttocks and often ended by bringing on another coughing fit. The half-pleasant quality went out of his meditations. The past, he reflected, had not merely been altered, it had been actually destroyed. For how could you establish even the most obvious fact when there existed no record outside your own memory? He tried to remember in what year he had first heard mention of Big Brother. He thought it must have been at some time in the sixties, but it was impossible to be certain. In the Party histories, of course, Big Brother figured as the leader and guardian of the Revolution since its very earliest days. His exploits had been gradually pushed backwards in time until already they extended into the fabulous world of the forties and the thirties, when the capitalists in their strange cylindrical hats still rode through the streets of London in great gleaming motor-cars or horse carriages with glass sides. There was no knowing how much of this legend was true and how much invented. Winston could not even remember at what date the Party itself had come into existence. He did not believe he had ever heard the word Ingsoc before 1960, but it was possible that in its Oldspeak form -- 'English Socialism', that is to say -- it had been current earlier. Everything melted into mist. Sometimes, indeed, you could put your finger on a definite lie. It was not true, for example, as was claimed in the Party history books, that the Party had invented aeroplanes. He remembered aeroplanes since his earliest childhood. But you could prove nothing. There was never any evidence. Just once in his whole life he had held in his hands unmistakable documentary proof of the falsification of an historical fact. And on that occasion --

'Smith!' screamed the shrewish voice from the telescreen. '6079 Smith W.! Yes, you! Bend lower, please! You can do better than that. You're not trying. Lower, please! That's better, comrade. Now stand at ease, the whole squad, and watch me.'

[Lorelei]

 

[Firefoot]

Have you ever felt the future is the past, but you don’t know how...?
A reflected dream of a captured time, is it really now, is it really happening?

Don’t know why I feel this way, have I dreamt this time, this place?
Something vivid comes again into my mind
And I think I’ve seen your face, seen this room, been in this place
Something vivid comes again into my mind

All my hopes and expectations, looking for an explanation
Have I found my destination? I just can’t take no more

The dream is true, the dream is true
The dream is true, the dream is true

Think I’ve heard your voice before, think I’ve said these words before
Something makes me feel I just might lose my mind
Am I still inside my dream? is this a new reality
Something makes me feel that I have lost my mind

All my hopes and expectations, looking for an explanation
Coming to the realization that I can’t see for sure

I only dream in black and white, I only dream cause I’m alive
I only dream in black and white, to save me from myself
I only dream in black and white, I only dream cause I’m alive
I only dream in black and white, please save me from myself

The dream is true, the dream is true
The dream is true, the dream is true

I get up put on the light, dreading the oncoming night
Scared to fall asleep and dream the dream again
Nothing that I contemplate, nothing that I can compare
To letting loose the demons deep inside my head

Dread to think what might be stirring, that my dream is reoccurring
Got to keep away from drifting, saving me from myself

I only dream in black and white, I only dream cause I’m alive
I only dream in black and white, to save me from myself
I only dream in black and white, I only dream cause I’m alive
I only dream in black and white, to save me from myself

Lost in a dream of mirrors, lost in a paradox
Lost and time is spinning, lost a nightmare I retrace
Lost a hell that I revisit, lost another time and place
Lost a parallel existence, lost a nightmare I retrace

I only dream in black and white, I only dream cause I’m alive
I only dream in black and white, to save me from myself
I only dream in black and white, I only dream cause I’m alive
I only dream in black and white, to save me from myself

I only dream in black and white, I only dream cause I’m alive
I only dream in black and white, to save me from myself
I only dream in black and white, I only dream cause I’m alive
I only dream in black and white, to save me from myself

The dream is true, the dream is true
The dream is true, the dream is true

_{Iron Maiden - Dream of Mirrors}

[Lorelei]

because i love you)last night - ee cummings
     
     

clothed in sealace
appeared to me
your mind drifting
with chuckling rubbish
of pearl weed coral and stones;

lifted,and(before my
eyes sinking)inward,fled;softly
your face smile breasts gargled
by death:drowned only

again carefully through deepness to rise
these your wrists
thighs feet hands

poising
to again utterly disappear;
rushing gently swiftly creeping
through my dreams last
night,all of your
body with its spirit floated
(clothed only in

the tide's acute weaving murmur

[Firefoot]

System Of A Down - Attack

Grieving each others lives
Holding this in mind
That if we fall, we all fall
And we fall alone

The calming sincerity of steel machines
Have consumed our euphoria
Transforming us into muted dreams
Dreaming of the day that

We attack
Attack, attack our fetal servitude
We attack
Attack, attack with pesticide
We attack
All the years of propaganda
We shall attack!

Bombs illustrate what we already know
Candles cry towards the sky
Bracing your plants of a polluted coast
Dreaming of the day that

We attack
Attack, attack our fetal servitude
We attack
Attack, attack with pesticide
We attack
All the years of propaganda
We shall attack!

Attack! (Attack!)

Grieving each others lives
Holding this in mind
That if we fall, we all fall
And we fall alone

Grieving each others lives
Holding this in mind
That if we fall, we all fall
And we fall alone

Was the philosophy of displaced minds
The bombing of all homes and villages?
Truth is the only sort we demise
Pleading till the day that

We attack
Attack, attack our fetal servitude
We attack
Attack, attack with pesticide
We attack
All the years of propaganda
We shall attack!

Attack all the homes and villages
Attack all the schools and hospitals
You have attacked all the innocent villages
We shall attack!

We shall attack!

[koekoe]

          eentje voor kertsmis 

Hell, evil, Satan's curse
From the sky it falls
Metal burns my fucking brain
Satan took the fall
Deceased men from hell and hatred
Pollution to mankind
Antichrist my son from hell
I will make you mine

You'll die there's no time to run from hell
You lied the witch has cast her spell
Your sins will be paid for and sacrificed
This is the price - Satan's curse

Sin, hate, eternal death
Decayed my flesh I rot
Running below Satan's home
Lord of Hell he's not
Lust for evil, son of Hell
Beneath the smoke I rise
Flames torch my body
A sinner's solar eyes

Sacrifice your soul will be doomed
Your evil friends who have deceived you
Satan's curse enters your soul
Beneath you'll burn - Satan's curse

Sky fades to black
As the heavens diminish
Evil takes over
The world is finished

Hell, evil, Satan's curse
From the sky it falls
Metal burns my fucking brain
Satan took the fall
Deceased men from hell and hatred
Pollution to mankind
Antichrist my son from hell
I will make you mine

You'll die there's no time to run from hell
You lied the witch has cast her spell
Your sins will be paid for and sacrificed
This is the price - Satan's curse