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Sleep, my darling, Davy boy Sleep, my precious, eager toy Spend one night of raptured joy And give yourself to me Morn comes fast, you must away On your ship so proud and gay Must you go, oh can't you stay, Stay and comfort me Ride the billow! Reap the wave! Waste the souls that you can't enslave! Drive the drowned men, stout and brave That fell 'fore raging sea! Call the monster from the deep! Slice the roaring breaker steep! Hear the shore-bound widows weep That love no more shall see! Cruise the dark and damning waste! Give the drowned their deathly taste! Grasp them, hold them, then make haste And bring their souls to me! But you Sha

The crossroads was a lonely place Where I first met the Squire. His suit was clean and neatly cut, His eyes burned with dark fire. He offered me his grasping claw, He struck a graceful stance; And so it was I bowed to him And joined him for a dance. O toss your head with the crumpled horn, And stir the trodden dust! The music plays through night and morn And dance, o dance we must. I danced with Squire Beelzebub— We danced the night away, Then came the dawn, then came the sun, Then came the spreading day. The Squire stretched out his claw to show The roads that I might take, But fog was o'er the roads all three And I began to quake.

That's my last Orbit lying in the bin, Wrapped in a hanky. It's been lying in My room since March: I got it from A vending-machine in Cologne, for a small sum Of coins. Disgusting, really; but I had An interview, and thought my breath smelled bad. Disgusting by design. The minty taste Now deep and passionate in the bag of waste Is chemical (but then, no-one puts by Their tastes in times of need quite as do I). But not the first are you to ask me why If such is my abhorrence, I succumb And ev'ry now and then buy chewing-gum. The guidelines chanced to say: “Thy honoured breath “Should fragrant be, or else the venture risketh “

Samstag Abend Du hast nix zu tun Willst nicht weggehn Noch zu früh zum Ruh'n Draußen nieselt's Und im Fernsehen läuft nur Müll Deine Freunde Sind im Urlaub und Captain Jack ist Dir zu ungesund Du musst pieseln Und du hasst dieses Gefühl Drum Zünd! die Katze an Zünd! die Katze an Zünd! die Katze an Zünd! die Katze an Zünd! die Katze an Zünd! die Katze an Zünd! die Katze an (Katze an) (Komm, sie hat's doch verdient) Au! Miau! Au! Miau! Au! Miau! Komm, sie hat's doch (verdient, verdient, verdient) verdient Au! Miau! Au! Miau! Au! Miau! Zünd! Die Kat

Characters Yaza Mirya, a Yazan peasant woman Martya, her sister Yusuf, Martya's son Malya, Mirya's daughter Yasha, Mirya's son Yeshu, Malya's newborn son Zayan General Zapolon, leader of the army of Zayan Sergeant Zagon Private Zon Private Zan Prologue The border between Yaza and Zayan. Enter the army of Zayan, marching. Gen. Zapolon Company, HALT! Sgt. Zagon, Pvt. Zon, Pvt. Zan HOOAH! (They halt) Gen. Zapolon Well, men, this is it. We've reached the enemy land. Sgt. Zagon Be alert. There may be scouts. Pvt. Zon Let 'em come. I can't wait to get my hands on one of those Yazan pigs! Gen. Zapolon That'

There's an endless line of people Fleeing from a hell of sand Forty years of thirst and hunger Till they reached the Promised Land And the fathers and the mothers Fall down in the heat of noon This is Friday, a day for dying But there's a Sunday coming soon And the rivers run uncaring As the harps hang on the trees And the singers weep in silence As they feel the foreign breeze For the gallows stands and threatens As the queen begs for a boon This is Friday, a day for dying But there's a Sunday coming soon Now the sky is bloody crimson And the flames are licking tall As the Temple burns and crumbles And becomes a Wailing Wall And the treasu

Teenagers, Fleurs du Mal, Tarkus, You Can Call Me Al, Ahti, Mack the Knife, Court of Crimson King Ride of Valkyries, Caroline, Maid of Orleans, I Feel Fine, St. Jimmy, Barcarolle, D'you Hear the People Sing Sussex Carol, Shenandoah, Rues de Londres, Sogno, Glory Days, The Elements, Wake Me When September Ends Sandlerkönig Eberhard, Brick in Wall 2nd Part, Perfect 10, Ghost of Tom Joad, Great Song of Indifference! Just flipping through my iPod All these songs terrific Artists so prolific Just flipping through my iPod We got songs galore Just can't wait for more Radetzky March, Schreechenrauf, Sailor's Tale, Ich brauch Stoff, Rite of S

Tartarus. A dark and forsaken vale, in the deepest, driest corner of the Equestrian Badlands. It is encircled by gaunt and razoring mountains, and within it dwell shadows, bound and weakened, that glower at the dim wasteland around them and dream twisted, raging nightmares. Every night, a cloud of tortures arises from the deeps and wisps itself to perdition in the cloudy heights, over the heads of the great black beast that stands, grim in its solitude before the heavy, forbidding gates. There are those creatures that strain and rattle the heavy fetters that confine them within their spaces, and there are those who merely sit and seek in the

My name is Silver Script. I am a pegasus, I work at a small grocery store and I live in the City of Las Pegasus. I am a coltfriend, a valued worker and a faithful subject of their Highnesses, Princess Celestia and Princess Luna. And I am the foundation stone of my town's future. Las Pegasus has always been a vibrant and lively place – maybe too lively. Ponies here are full of energy, ready to start a new project and win new glory for themselves. And sometimes, those projects are on the wrong side of the law of Equestria. Before this year's Equestria Games in the Crystal Empire, there was a pause longer than the usual Equestriad of fou

The ground is crumbly and black, with a few stalks of brittle, grey grass clinging on, spanning the gap between the stinking oily river and the potholed road that leads to a wooden door, set into the sooty brick wall. The air here is thick and carries a smell of metal and acid, with a hint of many burnt things. The sky could be blue, or it could be silvery-black, or even bloody, gorey red – the filthy clouds and boiling fog make it hard to tell, and in any case, the noise behind the great wall never stops, never sleeps. And what a noise it is – a pounding, a screaming, a hissing, the groans of ogres and the snoring of a dying dra