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Dance of Death (Live Death On The Road)

Let me tell you a story to chill the bones Out of things that I saw One night wandering in the everglades I'd one drink but no more I was rambling, enjoying the bright moonlight Gazing up at the stars Not aware of a presence so near to me Watching my every move Feeling scared and I fell to my knees As something rushed me from the trees Took me to an unholy place And that is where I fell from grace

And they summoned me over to join in with them To the dance of the dead

Into the circle of fire,

I followed them Into the middle, I was led As if time had stopped still, I was numb with fear But still I wanted to go And the blaze of the fire did no hurt upon me As I walked onto the coals Then I felt I was in a trance And my spirit was lifted from me And if only someone had the chance To witness what happened to me And I danced, and I pranced, and I sang with them All had death in their eyes Lifeless figures, they were undead, all of them They had ascended from hell As I danced with the dead, my free spirit was laughing And howling down at me Below my undead body Just danced the circle of dead Until the time came to reunite us both My spirit came back down to me I didn't know if I was alive or dead As the others all joined in with me By luck, then a skirmish started and took the attention away from me When they took their gaze from me was the moment that I fled I ran like hell, faster than the wind, but behind I did not glance One thing that I did not dare was to look just straight ahead When you know that your time has come around You know you'll be prepared for it Say your last goodbyes to everyone Drink and say a prayer for it When you're lying in your sleep, when you're lying in your bed And you wake from your dreams to go dancing with the dead When you're lying in your sleep, when you're lying in your bed And you wake from your dreams to go dancing with the dead To this day, I guess I'll never know Just why they let me go But I'll never go dancing no more 'Til I dance with the dead

Père Lachaise Cemetery - Jim Morrison, Oscar Wilde, Chopin

La chaise

Perhapes

It's a land wrought with change Ancestors could hear what is happening now They would turn in their graves They would all be ashamed That the land of the free Has written in chains And I know what I want When the timing is right Then I'll take what is mine I am the clansman And I swear to defend And we'll fight to the end And I swear that I'll never be taken alive And I know that we'll stand And we'll fight for our land And I swear that my bairns Will be born free And I know what I want When the timing is right Then I'll take what I want I am the clansman Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom

No, no we can't let them take anymore No we can't let them take anymore We've the land of the free No, no we can't let them take anymore No we can't let them take anymore We've the land of the free No, no we can't let them take anymore No we can't let them take anymore No we can't let them take anymore We've the land of the free

Jim Morrison - A Feast Of Friends

Wow, I'm sick of doubt Live in the light of certain South Cruel bindings. The servants have the power dog-men and their mean women pulling poor blankets over our sailors I'm sick of dour faces Staring at me from the TV Tower, I want roses in my garden bower; dig? Royal babies, rubies must now replace aborted Strangers in the mud These mutants, blood-meal for the plant that's plowed. They are waiting to take us into the severed garden Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws No more money, no more fancy dress This other kingdom seems by far the best until it's other jaw reveals incest and loose obedience to a vegetable law. I will not go Prefer a Feast of Friends To the Giant Family.

Wake alone in the hills With the wind in your face It feels good to be proud and be free And a race that is part of a clan And to live on highlands And the air that you breathe So pure and so clean When alone on the hills With the wind in your hair With a longing to feel Just to be free Is it right to believe In the need to be free It's a time when you die And without asking why Can't you see what they do They are grinding us down They are taking our land That belongs to the clans Not alone with a dream Just a want to be free With a need to belong I am a clansman Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom It's a time wrought with fear It's a land wrought with change Ancestors could hear what is happening now They would turn in their graves They would all be ashamed That the land of the free Has written in chains And I know what I want When the timing is right Then I'll take what is mine I am the clansman And I swear to defend And we'll fight to the end And I swear that I'll never be taken alive And I know that we'll stand And we'll fight for our land And I swear that my bairns Will be born free And I know what I want When the timing is right Then I'll take what I want I am the clansman Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom No, no we can't let them take anymore No we can't let them take anymore We've the land of the free No, no we can't let them take anymore No we can't let them take anymore We've the land of the free No, no we can't let them take anymore No we can't let them take anymore No we can't let them take anymore We've the land of the free Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Is it right to believe In the need to be free It's a time when you die And without asking why Can't you see what they do They are grinding us down They are taking our land That belongs to the clans Not alone with a dream Just a want to be free With a need to belong I am a clansman And I know what I want When the timing is right Then I'll take what is mine I am the clansman Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom And I know what I want When the timing is right Then I'll take what is mine I am the clansman

Gel Duche Shampoo Detergent

The farm

A great place to be, to do things and live life.

Someone

There are ways and little things that can be done and that can do great things.

Perfume, smell, touch, words, taste...

You can burn my house You can cut my hair You can make me wrestle naked With a grizzly bear You can poison my cat Baby I don't care But if you talk in the movies I'll kill you right there It's the little things It's just the little things Aw it's the little things It's just the little things Yeah it's the little things That drive me wild I'm like a mad dog I'm on a short leash I'm on a tight rope Hanging by a thread I'm on some thin ice You push me too far Welcome to my nightmare No more Mr. Nice Guy You can steal my car And drive it into the lake You can stick me in the oven And put it on bake You could throw a big brick Through my window pane But if I ever hear you ask me How I got my name It's the little things It's just the little things Aw it's the little things It's just the little things Yeah it's the little things That drive me wild I'm like a mad dog I'm on a short leash I'm on a tight rope Hanging by a thread I'm on some thin ice You push me too far Welcome to my nightmare No more Mr. Nice Guy I've done it all I mean I been everywhere I've been beaten I been stabbed I been hung I been burried alive And I can deal with that But its the little things I've done it all I mean I been everywhere I've been beaten I been stabbed I been hung I been burried alive And I can deal with that Cuz its the little things It's the little things It's just the little things Yeah it's the little things Just the little things Aw just the little things That drive me wild I'm like a mad dog I'm on a short leash I'm on a tight rope Hanging by a thread I'm on some thin ice You push me too far I'm just a psycho Pathic psycho Pathic I'm like a mad dog I'm on a short leash I'm on a tight rope Hanging by a thread I'm on some thin ice You push me too far Welcome to my nightmare No more Mr. Nice Guy It's just the little things Aw it's the little things It's just the little things

Drop, magic, firework.

It´s understood that an apple can hit a snake, but it doesn´t mean that it gonna be good, but painful. And if the apples are too much at a certain point in time, not far, that hit will no longer be felt as well pleasure.