IRC-Galleria

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hDqJ-0LzjIU&NR
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You woke up this morning
Got yourself a gun,
Your mama always said you'd be
The Chosen One.

She said: You're one in a million
You've got to burn to shine,
But you were born under a bad sign,
With a blue moon in your eyes.

When you woke up this morning
All that love had gone,
Your Papa never told you
About right and wrong.

But you're, but you're looking good, baby,
I believe that you're feeling fine, (shame about it),
Born under a bad sign
With a blue moon in your eyes.

Woke up this morning
Got a blue moon in your eyes
Woke up this morning
Got a blue moon in your eyes

You woke up this morning
The world turned upside down,
Lord above, thing's ain't been the same
Since the Blues walked in our town.

Baby, but you're, but you're one in a million
You've got that shotgun shine; shame about it,
Born under a bad sign,
With a blue moon in your eyes.

Woke up this morning
Got a blue moon in your eyes
Woke up this morning
Got a blue moon in your eyes

You just can't help yourself
You just can't help yourself
(You just can't help yourself)

When you woke up this morning everything was gone.
By half past ten your head was going ding-dong.
Ringing like a bell from your head down to your toes,
Like a voice telling you there was something you should know.
Last night you were flying but today you're so low
Ain't it times like these that you wonder if you'll ever know
The meaning of things as they appear to the others:
Wives, husbands, mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers.
Don't you wish you didn't function,
Don't you wish you didn't think
Beyond the next paycheck and the next little drink'
Well you do so make up your mind to go on,'cos
When you woke up this morning everything you had was gone.

Woke up this morning
Woke up this morning
Woke up this morning
You wanna be the Chosen One.

Woke up this morning
Woke up this morning
Woke up this morning
Got yourself a gun.
Got yourself a gun.
Got yourself a gun.

Miks?

Ovien aukaisuun aikaa 3 viikkoa, 3 päivää, 3 tuntia.

Tuloksesi jakautui persoonallisuustyyppeihin seuraavasti:

* Haastaja: 16%
* Luotettava: 16%
* Auttaja: 16%
* Innostuja: 12%
* Rauhanrakentaja: 12%
* Individualisti: 12%
* Tarkkailija: 8%
* Uudistaja: 8%
* Suorittaja: 0%

Oivallus:

Näen kaikissa ja kaikessa
ympärilläni
vain kaikkein parhaan.
Näin vahvistan
näitä ominaisuuksiani.

joo

..ja nyptä lähetään mummolaan...

Here in a church, a small boy is kneeling
He prays to a god, he does not know, he cannot feel
All of his sins of childhood he will remember
He will not cry, tears he will not cry

Man of sorrows, I won't see your face
Man of sorrows, you left without a trace
A small boy wonders, what was it all about?
Is your journey over - has it just begun?

A vision of a new world, from the ashes of the old
"Do what thou wilt!", he screams from his cursed soul
A tortured seer, a prophet of our emptiness
Wondering why, wondering why...

Man of sorrows, I won't see your face
Man of sorrows, you left without a trace
A small boy wonders, what was it all about?
Is your journey over - has it just begun?

A man of sorrows racked, with thoughts that dare not
speak their name
trapped inside a body, made to feel only guilt and shame
His anger all his life -"I hate myself!", he cried
"Do what thou wilt! - do what thou wilt!", he cried

Man of sorrows, I won't see your face
Man of sorrows, you left without a trace
A small boy wonders, what was it all about?
Is your journey over - has it just begun?

Man of sorrows, I won't see your face
Man of sorrows, you left without a trace
A small boy wonders, what was it all about?
Is your journey over - has it just begun?

Mummolan jäniskoira kuoli tänään :´( Juoksi kiinni jänistä autotielle ja jäi auton alle :((
Rip Topi <3<3<3<3<3


Sitten muuten vaan kaikki paska kaadetaan mun niskaan.

There, on a lonely desert hilltop
The pilgrims huddle closer
Waiting for a sign, the coming silver shrine
The Arc Of Space and time

Truth, oh the truth is never clear
Perhaps again next year
Hope lives on, beneath the blazing sun
One day you'll come

In my heart I reach you
In my heart I reach out to you
In my heart I touch the face of god
It's all a dream somehow

In my heart I reach you
In my heart I reach out to you
In my heart I touch the face of god
It's all a dream somehow

In my heart I reach you
In my heart I reach out to you
In my heart I touch the face of god
It's all a dream somehow
Truth, oh the truth is never clear
Perhaps again next year
The hope lives on, beneath the blazing sun
One day you'll come

Charlie to Jonathon
O.K. boy now here's your deal
Will you gamble your life?
Sign right here on the dotted line
It's the one you've waited for all of your life

Jonathon to Charlie
Ah - will it feed my hunger
If I swallow lies right down my throat?
Or will it choke me till I'm raw?
And tomorrow when I'm gone
Will they whore my image on?
I'll will my throne away, to a virgin heir and Charlie's slave

Jonathon
Murders, murders in the new morgue
Murders, murders in the new morgue
See old Charlie and the platinum armys
Making me their boy
Murders, murders in the new morgue
Murders, murders in the new morgue
He'll make ya scream for the cash machine
Down in Chainsaw Charlie's morgue

Charlie to Jonathon
We'll sell your flesh by the pound you'll go
A whore of wrath just like me
We'll sell ya wholesale, we'll sell your soul
Strap on your sixstring and feed our machine

Jonathon to Charlie
Ah - will it feed my hunger
If I swallow lies right down my throat?
Or will it choke me till I'm raw?
And tomorrow when I'm gone
Will they whore my image on?
I'll will my throne away, to a virgin heir and Charlie's slave

Charlie to Jonathon
Welcome to the morgue boy
Where the music comes to die
Welcome to the morgue son
I'll cut your throat just to stay alive
Ah, trust me boy
I won't steer you wrong
If you trust me son
You won't last very long

Charlie to Jonathon
I'm the president of showbiz, my name is Charlie
I'm a cocksucking asshole, that's what they call me
Here from my Hollywood tower I rule
I'm lying motherfucker, the chainsaw's my tool
The new morgue's our factory, to grease our lies
Our machine is hungry, it needs your life
Don't mind the faggots, and the ruthless scum
Before we're done, son we'll make you one
I'm the tin man, I've never had a heart
I'm the tin man, But I'll make you a star
I'm the tin man, I've never had a heart
I'm the tin man, but i'll make me the star