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A Sport Of Passion
04:35
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Once, While sporting, I spotted a tree,
Around which, my lover and thee,
Were dancing naked, mocking me,
But I only smiled in simple pity,
At the perspective of us three,
United in the branches of this willow tree.
The dark star’s burning intensity,
Brings in a second, a world of selfish glee,
Where you, my brother, and she,
Will travel on my God-forsaken sea,
Riding the branches of your mutual sin,
You shall suffocate and I Might allow a grin.
While sporting, one day, I found your tree,
And tears of blood were dripping on me,
Separated by the wind... my lover and thee...
I could not look at my past, raging, insanity,
So I buried together my fiendish family
Under this sagging and sobbing tree.
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Happy Birthday Tom
03:03
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His eyes wide open/blood-shutted eyes
Watching all his friends, occupied by better funniest games
And they don’t noticed that he’s not having a ball
And won’t believe what I heard…
They’re better there than here
I won’t believe that difference worth more than friendship even after all these years…
Alone in a dead land,
Walking on an ashes ground
He knows that no one’s noticed,
That he’s no longer here
And won’t believe what I heard…
They’re better there than here
I won’t believe that difference worth more than friendship even after all these years…
And I don’t care what’s your god damn point, as the time goes by, they will all feel threatened…
And won’t believe what I heard…
They’re better there than here
I won’t believe that difference worth more than friendship even after all these years…
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Here I stand, here I am: I’m the Money Man.
I only go through each day, to at the end see my pay.
People ask me why, I live in such a green lie.
In your pity view you see this as unfair but what do I care,
As you bitch and whine, I listen with a Montpeyroux wine.
Because I have the power, while you are left with the flower.
People believe this unfair, I ain’t no life-guard, what do I care?
All this is my due right; I have fought and won the fight.
When the strongest survive, the other’s into poverty dive.
Because I have the power, while you are left with the flower.
When the strongest survive, the other’s into poverty dive.
Come on, please don’t weep, that only shows that you are cheap.
I like my lovers to weight their ton of gold, only way for them to grow old.
Go on, move a bit, sell yourself, it’s the only way to sit on my diamond shelf;
And you may be bought, if you do it right, for more than you ever thought.
You feeling so sour, has given me the blocks to build a tower;
From which I can see you all decay, and listen to your last breath say:
“How big is my pain, to see I was insane, to believe that love was strictly above...,
A nice stack of president’s heads, beautiful globalization thanks to the Feds”.
For I am money and power you see, while you all suffer and endower my plea,
for I am Guy de Monney-
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