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Silencer - Steve Kilbey

"The silence is wrong He/You can't find the hotel It was a while back It's just a shell And the place where it stood Just a field full of weeds It's a done deal (don't forget the silencer) In a black mood In"

Om Hundrede Aar Er Alting Glemt - Lumsk

"Jeg driver iaften og tnker og strider, jeg synes jeg er som en kantret Baad, og alt hvad jeg jamrer og alt hvad jeg lider saa ser jeg mig ingen Raad. Men hvi skal jeg vre s haardt beklemt? Om hundrede"

Disse Fugle - Lampshade

"Slikker solens sidste strler Slikker solen gennembldt Tigger om et sidste slik For slik er sdt for maven Ligger p den bare jord En have med et mavesr Om bare du ku varme mig Min frosne hud gi forrsvr"

Superstar - Nicolai Kielstrup

"Ok s det tid igen Hun tar nyt tj p Det dyreste man ka f Kigger sig I spejlet Hva mon hun kan ndre p S hun bliver s svr at opn Yup hun er s slem Hun ku vre p forsiden af M Typen alle fyrene vil ha med hjem Der"

Potholes In My Lawn - De La Soul

"(Yo, something's wrong here. No, not again!) (Get the daisies for the...) Potholes in my lawn DOVE: Everybody's sayin' What to do when suckin' lunatics start diggin' and chewin' They don't know"

The Round-Up - Asian Dub Foundation

"When you hear the march of the drum You know they're gonna blot out the sun When you hear the marching drum You know your time soon come Hammer coming down fast Flag is flying full mast shield your eyes"

Round up - Asian Dub Foundation

"when you hear the march of the drum you know they're gonna blot out the sun when you hear the marching drum you know your time soon come hammer coming down fast flag is flaying full mast shield your eyes"

We Killed It - Say Anything

"The girl could move, and she did. We were captives on a casino ship. Where the midwest lay out hours and burnt to crisp. I spent a year as her hair lip, but now I fall apart at night and dream about our"

Altar Of Pain - Rez Band

"Condemn the heads of the ever-learning, Blot out the pages in the sacred tongues, Board up the windows where the candle's burning, These are the days of the gifted young. Listening for wisdom, weeping"

Exterminating Angel - The Creatures

"Here it comes again Taste of jagged glass and rusty can There are just black holes Where the stars would be watching Just black holes Where the stars should have been Plumes of dirt Caress a urine"

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