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I couldn't care less, though God knows I've tried. And I've done my best to accept his design. But when you're knocked off your feet when you're walking the line, you try to make ends meet, according to the wine.
They say consider the source; mine's the fruit of the vine. Tomorrow will be fine, according to the wine.
When the streets that you've loved leave you bitter and blind, and a friend's not enough to wake your dumb, numb mind, then a song that you've dreamed of seems to offer a sign that you've got the right stuff, according to the wine.
The wish that disappears, the dark will that remains, the white-knuckled fears, all the blood that has drained: all this will pass, tomorrow we'll be fine, according to the wine.
Yes, all this will pass, tomorrow you'll be mine, according to the wine.
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Ardor and harbor, and passing the time, cool sheets and warm whisky trysts, menacing kisses, and bruised fists: nothing good can come of this.
Deep dark pools, a warm, sweet abyss, say dive in and you won't miss your vengeful pardon and your resentful forgiveness: nothing good can come of this.
Nothing good can come of this. When Jonathan's embrace becomes Iscariot's kiss, nothing good can come of this.
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I'm a bad, bad hombre, and she's my nasty woman. Every time she calls my name, you know I'll come running.
She's nasty, but so tasty when she wastes me.
She's my nasty woman, and I'm her bad, bad hombre. We rock and roll all night and part of every day.
She works me till it hurts me on my birthday.
I'm a bad, bad hombre, and she's my nasty woman. I don't know what it is she's got, but, man, she's got something.
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The unseen has revealed the indisputable
The eternal has demanded that we fight for right
Defend the absolute with courageous might
Smite the evildoer and avenge the criminal
Fire and brimstone will rain down on the infidel
You’re with us or against us
People of God or beasts of Hell
We fight for the lowly and for the oppressed
Stand up for their rights and fulfill their needs
Smash their enemies, defend their interests
Create a paradise from sea to shining sea
Fire and brimstone will rain down on the exploiter
You’re with us or against us
Scourge or savior
Choose your camp, there’s no standing on the sidelines
The choice is clear, there’s no need for your questioning
Take up arms, gird your loins, now has come the time
Prepare the way for the day of reckoning
Fire and brimstone will rain down on those who sleep
You’re with us or against us
Warriors or nodding sheep
Fire and brimstone will rain down on the infidel
You’re with us or against us
People of God or beasts of Hell
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A smile or a wink may brighten your day
A nod may show you the way
A little word you’ve overheard
Some things depend on chance
A bump or a spill along the way
Some things one never can say
Some small lesson you may have learned
So much depends on a glance
And when you don’t know where you stand
Suddenly someone is touching your hand
And when you don’t know where you stand
Someone is touching your hand
Put your loving hand in mine
Some things depend on chance
Stranger, put your hand in mine
So much depends on a glance
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My new life began that day in a small cafe on Greensprings and Hollywood. "Are you free," I asked. You shrugged, "I guess, I been wondering that myself". "I mean tonight," I smiled. You said, "How 'bout 'round nine? I was referring to nothing less."
We walked those cold nights on the town, warm neon rained down, signs of a blessing divine. Silent nights in the park, calm and bright were the stars, eternity began with a spark. An address and a ring, the promise of things only God above could break apart.
I'll be goddamned, Jesus doesn't love me. If he did, he wouldn't let you tear my world apart. I'd sworn to the skies above me, you were sent down here to love me. And you did for just a little while and left me with a broken heart.
Well, our little house filled with love just wasn't enough to still your wandering mind. My attentions, it seemed, just smothered your dreams, maybe I had chained them to mine. So I asked the Lord to give me the words that would give us a little more time.
Jesus answered your prayers, but he took no 'count of mine. All those nights spent on my knees were just a waste of time. I'd sworn to the skies above me, you were sent down here to love me, and you did for just a little while and left me with a broken heart.
Now I walk these long nights all alone, harsh neon rains cold on the streets that led you away. In the park where we met I'll place my last bet and I'll offer my final prayer. God grant me the faith to carry the weight of the cross that you gave me to bear.
I'll be goddamned, Jesus doesn't love me. If he did, he wouldn't let you tear my world apart. I'd sworn to the skies above me, you were sent down here to love me. And you did for just a little while and left me with a broken heart.
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Clippy clip clop, droopy drip drop. Seek the snails on moss-covered trails.Tracking turtles and beached killer whales 'cross the sand. Found a liquor store, a two-dollar whore, bought a smoke from a tattooed dumb fuck. Drippy drip drop, cloopy clip clop, yippee-yo ki-yea
Saddled up on a broken down horse, headed west toward Belgium of course. Set sail in an old broken pail with a crow in tow. Sunrise behind Alsatian eyes. Took drunk with a tattooed dumb fuck. Drippy drip drop, cloopy clip clop, yippee-yo ki-yea
Took a breath from a gas-covered gag. Found my mind in a double-dutch bind
Hail-drummed roof of a Tennessee jail. Read a book about miners and scabs. Dug a hole with an old Seminole. Found a man who spoke Latin and Creek. Sold my soul to a blind creole.Took drunk with a tattooed dumb fuck. Clippy clip clop, droopy drip drop, yippee-yo ki-yea.
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A Paris, dans la rue du Cherche-Midi, la fin du monde arrive, un homme nous a dit. Le feu du ciel tombera quand le soleil sera caché para la luna un beau jour d'été. Paco, Paco, Paco, A-Paco-lypse
Nursultan a dit a Boris : "je veux mon argent, sinon, tes roquettes, jamais elles ne décolleront". Boris a payé, mais Miguel de Nuestra Señora le sait, les hommes mortels ne changeront jamais leur destiné. Paco, Paco, Paco, A-Paco-lypse.
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Si on dit deux fois dans une semaine
Si on dit deux fois
Si on dit
deux fois
j’ai pas de sentiments
Si on dit deux fois
si on dit deux fois
si on dit
deux fois
Si on dit deux fois oui
Si on dit trois fois
Si on dit
trois, trois, trois, trois
Oui. Oui. Oui, oui. Oui
Mauvais choix, oui
J’ai fait une connerie
Je perds la tête
ou je suis con
Oui, c’est bien cela, je suis con
C’est où ma portefeuille ?
Là, Rémy, là
Oh la la
Oui
Si on dit trois fois dans une semaine
trois fois
sit on dit
trois
trois trois trois
j’ai pas de sentiments
Non, non, j’ai encore dit oui
Oui, oui, viens à la fête
Oui. Oui, oui. Oui
J’ai pas encore dit non
Trois fois oui
Allez encore
encore
allez
allez encore une fois
Cette fois c’est bon
cette fois c’est bon
Ah, oui?
Oui, c’est bon cette fois
Oui. Oui, oui. Oui
Si on dit
si on dit
si on dit
Je te dis oui ?
Je te dis oui ?
Je te dis oui
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Three songs from the current version of Caballeros Simpáticos, plus some songs recorded earlier with other bands.