Me, Myself and I

 

 

LOVERLOSERLONER

 

doc Faith

Pull My Strings

I'm tired of self respect

I can't afford a car

I wanna be a prefab superstar

 

I wanna be a tool

Don't need no soul

Wanna make big money

Playing rock and roll

 

I'll make my music boring

I'll play my music slow

I ain't no artist, I'm a business man

No ideas of my own

 

I won't offend

Or rock the boat

Just sex and drugs

And rock and roll

 

Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool

My Payola!

Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool

My Payola!

 

You'll pay ten bucks to see me

On a fifteen foot high stage

Fatass bouncers kick the shit

Out of kids who try to dance

 

If my friends say

I've lost my guts

I'll laugh and say

That's rock and roll

 

But there's just one problem

 

[Chorus]

Is my cock big enough

Is my brain small enough

For you to make me a star

Give me a toot, I'll sell you my soul

Pull my strings and I'll go far

 

And when I'm rich

And meet Bob Hope

We'll shoot some golf

And shoot some dope

 

Is my cock big enough?

Is my brain small enough?

 

DEAD KENNEDYS

 

Time

 

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town

Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of liyng in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain

 

You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today

And then one day you find ten years have got behind you

No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

 

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's

sinking. And racing around to come up behind you again

The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older

Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time

plans that either come to naught or half page of scribbled lines

 

hanging on in quite desperation is the english way

The time is gone the song is over, thought i'd something more to say.

 

Pink Floyd

  

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Thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy

 

Romeo and Juliet - W. Shakespeare

 

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Hurt

 

i hurt myself today

to see if i still feel

i focus on the pain

the only thing that's real

the needle tears a hole

the old familiar sting

try to kill it all away

but i remember everything

 

what have i become?

my sweetest friend

everyone i know

goes away in the end

you could have it all

my empire of dirt

i will let you down

i will make you hurt

 

i wear this crown of shit

upon my liar's chair

full of broken thoughts

i cannot repair

beneath the stains of time

the feelings disappear

you are someone else

i am still right here

 

what have i become?

my sweetest friend

everyone i know

goes away in the end

and you could have it all

my empire of dirt

i will let you down

i will make you hurt

 

if i could start again

a million miles away

i would keep myself

i would find a way

  

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"Go With the Flow"

 

She said 'I'll throw myself away,

They're just photos after all'

I can't make you hang around.

I can't wash you off my skin.

Outside the frame, is what we're leaving out

You won't remember anyway

 

I can go with the flow

But don't say it doesn't matter anymore

I can go with the flow

Do you believe it in your head?

 

It's so safe to play along

Little soldiers in a row

Falling in and out of love

With something sweet to throw away.

But I want something good to die for

To make it beautiful to live.

I want a new mistake, lose is more than hesitate.

Do you believe it in your head?

 

I can go with the flow

But don't say it doesn't matter anymore

I can go with the flow

Do you believe it in your head?

 

QOTSA

 

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Buongiorno signori.

 

Io sono un elaboratore HAL 9000.

 

Entrai in funzione alle officine HAL di Verbana, Illinois, il 12 gennaio 1992.

 

2001 Odissea nello Spazio

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Non mi sentivo così da quando Archie Gemmill ha segnato con l'Olanda nel 1978

 

Mark Renton

 

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Is my cock big enough, is my brain small enough, for you too make me a star??

 

Dead Kennedys - Pull My Strings

 

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