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Juliette And The Licks
Death of a whore
["Four on the floor", 2006]

I feel dirty and cheap like I'm built from the street
Fresh blood and dead meat another child's been beat
Yesterday is always too far away
And all my tomorrows won't save me today
High heels clippin like clattering cans
You'll find the mark in the shadow of a man
I've been wronged by my wrongs again, oh lord

All my life has come and gone disappeared my mind
And I can't right my wrongs
I felt like nothing was real all tattered and blue like a gutted sheep
And oh I'm having visions again

Hawk eyes stare down a vacent hall
Down on your knees head blind to the call
One two oh surprise there's four
Locked in a room I ran for the door
Come on bitch or should I call you a whore
Knocked to the floor my head opened and poured
I been raped and battered and stuffed like a dog
A ravaged animal, a slaughtered hog
Black turns to white am I talking to god

All my life has come and gone disapeared my mind
And I can't right my wrongs
I felt like nothing was real all tattered and blue like a gutted sheep
And oh I'm having visions again

Fuck fuck fuck fuck you and fuck you and fuck you some more
Fuck you and fuck you and fuck you some more
Fuck you and fuck you and fuck you some more
Fuck you and fuck you and fuck you some more
Fuck you and fuck you and fuck you some more
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you some more

Hush hush little girl don't you cry
Oh my god wash from me please
Grace me my god, oh my god wash from me

Radiohead
True love waits
["I might be wrong-Live recordings", 2001]

I'll drown my beliefs
To have you be in peace
I'll dress like your niece
To wash your swollen feet

Just don't leave, don't leave

I'm not living
I'm just killing time
Your tiny hands
Your crazy kiss and smile

Just don't leave, don't leave

And true love waits
In haunted attics
And true love lives
On lollipops and crisps

Just lonely, lonely..
Just don't leave, don't leave

Radiohead
Stop whispering
["Pablo Honey", 1993]

And the wise man say "I don't want to hear your voice"
And the thin man say "I don't want to hear your voice"
And they're cursing me, and they won't let me be
And there's nothing to say, and there's nothing to do

Stop whispering, start shouting
Stop whispering, start shouting

And the mother say we spit on your son some more
And the buildings say we spit on your face some more
And the feeling is that there's something wrong
Because I can't find the words and I can't find the songs

Stop whispering, start shouting
Stop whispering, start shouting

Dear Sir, I have a complaint

Dear Sir, I have a complaint
Can't remember what it is

It doesn't matter

It doesn't matter

Stop whispering
Stop whispering
Stop whispering
Stop whispering, start shouting

Manic Street Preachers
Autumnsong
["Send away the tigers", 2007]

Wear your eyes as dark as night
Paint your face with what you like
Wear your love like it’s made of hate
Born to destroy and born to create

Now baby what have you done to your hair
Is it just the same time of year
When you think that you don’t really care
Now baby what have you done to your hair

So when you hear this autumnsong
Clear your heads and get ready to run
So when you hear this autumnsong
Remember the best times are yet to come

Now baby what have you done to your hair
Is it just the same time of year
When you think that you don’t really care
Now baby what have you done to your hair

Wear your eyes as dark as night
Paint your face with what you like
Wear your love like it’s made of hate
Born to destroy and born to create

So when you hear this autumnsong
Clear your heads and get ready to run
So when you hear this autumnsong
Remember the best times are yet to come

So wear your hair in bunches
And your jacket loose
So when you hear this autumnsong
Clear your heads and get ready to run…

Pearl Jam
Wishlist
["Yield", 1998]

I wish I was a neutron bomb for once I could go off
I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on
I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on
The Christmas tree I wish I was the star that went on top
I wish I was the evidence I wish I was the grounds
For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky

I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me
I wish I was as fortunate as fortunate as me
I wish I was a messenger and all the news was good
I wish I was the full moon shining off a Camaro's hood

I wish I was an alien at home behind the sun
I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on
I wish I was the pedal brake that you depended on
I wish I was the verb 'to trust' and never let you down

I wish I was a radio song, the one that you turned up
I wish...
I wish...