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Greater Good (Part 2)
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(Bang Your Head) Otis
04:04
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Bang Your Head
Running out of fuel, running out of roads
Running out of questions, running out of thoughts,
Running out of answers, running out of pills,
Running out of bullets, running out of thrills…
Bang Your Head
Bang your head, bang your head, bang.
Bang Your Head.
Running out of girls, running out of boys,
Running out of friends, running out of toys,
Running out of feelings, running out of beer,
Running out of dreams, I’m running out of here.
Running out of fire, running out of rain,
Running out of sugar, running out of pain,
Running out of sea, running out of sun,
Running out of money, running out of fun…
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(Protopunk pour) Pete
06:17
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Lilith (Sister Disaster)
06:33
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Bulletproof smile on the face of disaster
Hit the gas baby, I wanna die faster,
An Angel is crying, the clouds sing your song
The Devil on the backseat says something went wrong.
The Heaven has been canceled, the tickets don’t sell
Won a one way ticket all inclusive in Hell,
The Angel with the Devil play cards on the backseat
I turn off the light and run to the exit…
The World is cracked in two
Nothing’s left to hang on to,
Crack a smile while driving through
Broken light and black and blue.
Black and Blue.
Bulletproof smile on the face of disaster
Hit the gas baby, I wanna die faster,
The Angel is blushing down on her knees
Choke, but don’t swallow, the Devil says please.
They close down the Heaven, Air Condition is broke
The Angel is laughing, the Devil makes jokes,
Too late for tomorrow, so give me a beer
Too late comes too soon, I’ve got out of here…
Heaven Has Been Canceled,
Has Been Canceled (Has Been Canceled)
Nobody is there for you – No Salvation!
Nobody is there for me – No Salvation!
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The Sun set on your lips
There’s nothing left to say,
The last stab is a kiss
But today is my birthday.
The sky seems broken glass
I walk right through to you,
The knife cuts like a bless
My conscience bleeding blue…
The Sun dies in your eyes
It’s a million miles away,
Hooked up as innocent lies,
But today is my birthday.
My mouth is full of shit
I swallow all the blame,
It all comes down to this
A tear goes up in flame.
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Mr. Pan[k]sament Romania
I ended up at the microphone of a garage punk-rock band back in 1988 by mistake and fortune, and ever since, I've been
"doing" music one way or another with different bands, projects or on my own. I played piano, bass, and some drums and learned to work with computers, samplers, and midi controllers.
I use Propellerhead's Reason, an Alesis keyboard, an Oxygen 8 midi-controller and the Reaper.
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