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(Mark, I warn you: you can't let your feelings run your life. I've seen. Mark my words.)

A Beecher's Brook is love
A hurdle at which greater men have fallen
She manipulates
Steals my mind and hides it in her garden

But now
Only love can bring me down
Somehow
Somehow love must bring me down
I've become the fan and the bellows

Cupid masturbates
Absent of all thought and of all reason
Shoots me in the back
I think perhaps it must be shooting season

But now
Only love can bring me down
Somehow
Somehow love must bring me down
I've become the fan and the bellows

Not me...
Not me...

But now
Only love can bring me down
I've become the fan and the bellows
Somehow love must bring me down
I've become the fan and the bellows

The Chameleons - The Fan and the Bellows

Brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home

Oh brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home

I am the captain of my pain
'Tis the bit, the bridle and the trashing cane
The stirrup, the harness and the whipping mane
The pickled eye and the shrinking brain
Brother, buy me one more drink
Explain the nature of my pity
Let me tell you once again
I am the captain of my pain

Brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home

I cannot blame it all on her
To blame her all would be a lie
For many a night I lay awake
I wished that I could watch her die
To see her accusing finger spurt
To see flies swarm her hateful eye
To watch her groaning in the dirt
To see her clicking tongue crack dry
Brother, buy me one more drink
One more drink and then goodbye
And do not mock me when I say
Let's drink one more before I die

Brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home

I've been sliding down on rainbows
I've been swinging from the stars
Now this wretch in beggar's clothing
Bangs his cup across the bars
Look, this cup of mine is empty
Seems I've misplaced my desires
Seems I'm sweeping up the ashes
Of all my former fires
So brother, be a brother
And fill this tiny cup of mine
But please, sir, make it whiskey
I have no head for wine

Oh brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home

Oh brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home

I counted up my blessings
And I counted only one
One tiny little blessing
And now that blessing's gone
So buy me one more drink, my brother
Then I'm taking to the road
Yes, I'm taking to the rain
And I'm taking to the snow
Oh my friend, my only brother
Do not let the party grieve
And throw a dollar on the bar
Now kiss my ass and leave

Brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home

Brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Brother, my cup is empty

Pourras-tu le faire (I'm lost)
Pourras-tu le dire (I'm lost)
Tu dois tout essayer, I'm lost
Tu dois devenir (I'm lost)

Tu dois voir plus loin (I'm lost)
Tu dois revenir (I'm lost)
Egaré en chemin, I'm lost
Tu verras le pire (I'm lost)

Pour trouver le sud (I'm lost)
Sans perdre le Nord (I'm lost)
Après les certitudes, I'm lost
Au-delà des bords (I'm lost)

I'm lost but I'm not stranded yet
Lost but I'm not stranded

Dans les yeux des femmes (I'm lost)
Dans la Marie-Jeanne (I'm lost)
Dans la techno-cité, I'm lost
Pour manipulés (I'm lost)

Grand combat de chairs, I'm lost
Colline enflammée, I'm lost
Dans l'ombre ou la lumière, I'm lost
Pôle halluciné (I'm lost)

Pour courir ventre à terre (I'm lost)
Brouillard et fumée (I'm lost)
Consommer consumer, I'm lost
Recracher de l'air (I'm lost)

Dans le dérisoire, I'm lost
Dans les accessoires, I'm lost
Dans le feu des possibles (I'm lost)
Au coeur de la cible (I'm lost)

Dans la paranoïa (I'm lost)
Dans la schizophrénie (I'm lost)
Un maniacopéra, I'm lost
Pharmacopérave

I'm lost but I'm not stranded yet
Lost but I'm not stranded

Entre les dérapages
Entre les lignes d'orages
Entre temps entre nous
Et entre chien et loup
Au maximum du voltage
A peine est passé le message
Au fil du rasoir

Encore une fois c'est la vie qui s'entête
Acharnée au-delà des images qu'on reflète
Chacal, charogne, chaman, sachem
Magie noire ou blanche inscrite à la Sacem

Des poumons d'or
Belphégor
Ici, maintenant, à la vie, à la mort
N'oublie pas ton sourire pour ce soir si tu sors
Un jury t'attend n'injurie pas le sort

Entre les dérapages
Entre les lignes d'orages
Entre temps entre nous
Et entre chien et loup
Au maximum du voltage
A peine est passé le message
Au fil du rasoir

Dans les corridors, I'm lost
Sur les baies vitrées, I'm lost
Des insectes écrasés, I'm lost
qui chechaient de l'or

Dans les ministères, I'm lost
Dans les monastères, I'm lost
Dans les avalanches, I'm lost
Au bout de la planche, I'm lost

Des combats d'autorité, I'm lost
Des conflits d'intérêts, I'm lost
Des types ignifugés, I'm lost
Veulent ma fusée, I'm lost

Des désenchanteurs, I'm lost
Un train à quelle heure, I'm lost
Des pirates des corsaires, I'm lost
Sans aucun repaire, I'm lost

Tu dois voir plus loin, I'm lost
Tu dois revenir, I'm lost
Tu dois tout essayer, I'm lost
Tu dois devenir, I'm lost

I'm lost but I'm not stranded yet
I'm lost but I'm not stranded.

Noir Désir - Lost

liian moni joutuu lähtemään
liian moni joutuu lähtemään
rakkaimpansa luota heikkoutensa takia
rakkaimpansa luota heikkoutensa takia
oli kokki, varas, vaimo tai rakastaja, sama se

liian moni joutuu lähtemään
liian moni joutuu lähtemään
kai joskus on vain pakko mennä
kai joskus on vain pakko mennä
on pakko mennä ettei jäädy siinä pakkasilmassa

kai joskus on vain pakko mennä
kai joskus on vain pakko mennä
on pakko mennä ettei jäädy siinä pakkasilmassa

aivan liian moni joutuu lähtemään
liian moni joutuu lähtemään
rakkaimpansa luota heikkoutensa takia
rakkaimpansa luota heikkoutensa takia
oli kokki, varas, vaimo tai rakastaja, sama se

kai joskus on vain pakko mennä
kai joskus on vain pakko mennä
on pakko mennä ettei jäädy siinä pakkasilmassa

joku juo liikaa, joku pettää, joku puhuu liikaa, joku ei mittää
joku juo liikaa, joku pettää, joku puhuu liikaa, joku ei mittää
joku juo liikaa, joku pettää, joku puhuu liikaa, joku ei mittää
joku juo liikaa, joku pettää, joku puhuu liikaa, joku ei mittää

joku nalkuttaa, joku lyö,
joku sairastuu ja toista syö,
joku kadehtii tai työ
menee kaiken edelle
ja vitun raskasta olla mustasukkainen
joku rakastaa mut tajuu et tarvii vapauden vapauden

vapauden.


Maj Karma - Kokki, vaimo, varas ja rakastaja

Champagne glass of blood and wine
On chocolate hearts alone I dine
Candles weeping waxing tears
Ten for roses each one a year - disappear

Arrows fester in my heart
Each memory another dart
Love and death both colored red
Showing my past, the dream is dead
The dream is dead

Another lonely Valentine's Day
I can't believe that things turned
out this way
And though I hate to see you go
I know it must be so
Another lonely Valentine's Day

Nobody will break your fall
All for none, yeah, none for all
Nothing's so cruel as the truth
Join the Festival of Fools

Nobody will break your fall
All for none, yeah, none for all
Nothing's so cruel as the truth
Join the festival of Fools

Another lonely Valentine's Day
I can't believe that things turned
out this way
And though I hate to see you go
I know it must be so
Another lonely Valentine's Day

The dream is dead

Type O Negative - The Dream is Dead

Before you get wasted again
write everything down
may you never forget
remember your words
"Sex is a curse"

Use lipstick or use your sperm
our blistered smiles
will never make a difference
don't make a difference

I am happy if you are
and you're a man, so you don't love
growing down, growing apart
good boys always hide their scars
I am happy if you are
and you're glad when I am gone
and when you are glad then I am gone

Plain skin
always return
deeper in
the houses around us
buildings full of homes
every home has its window
but curtains just hang on unnoticed
a lantern fell six floors crashing
somebody gave it as a
Christmas present
forgive forget
get forgotten

I am happy if you are
and you're a man, so you don't love
growing down, growing apart
good boys always hide their scars
I am happy if you are
and you're glad when I am gone
and when you are glad then I am gone

Ultranoir - Schoolboy deathwish

I wanna watch you sleeping peaceful
Resting your heart and your soul
We should never awake without the other
Lying by our side

I wanna learn from the calm with which you
Aim at your dreams and your goals
And IÂ’m sure your stories always will unfold

Isn't it lovely, when the
dawn brings the dew?
I'll be watching over you
isn't it lovely, when the
dawn brings the dew?
I'll be watching over you

Goodnight my sweetheart
Until we leave tonight
Hold me in your arms
Wish me some luck as you
wave goodbye to me

You're the best friends I ever had
Goodnight, sleep tight
Goodnight, God bless
Goodnight, nos da
I'll try my best

Isn't it lovely, when the
dawn brings the dew?
I'll be watching over you
isn't it lovely, when the
dawn brings the dew
I'll be watching over you

I will be waiting all my cares are for you
Dreams they leave and die
I'm just gonna close my eyes,
think about my family
And shed a little tear

Goodnight, sleep tight
Goodnight, God bless
Goodnight, nos da,
I'll try my best

Isn't it lovely, when the
dawn brings the dew?
I'll be watching over you
isn't it lovely, when the
dawn brings the dew?
I'll be watching over you

Leave me, go Jesus
I love you, yeah I love you
Just let me go
I even love the devil
For yes he did me harm
To keep me any longer
'Cos I'm really tired
I'd love to go to sleep and wake up happy
Yeah I'm really tired
I'd love to go to sleep and wake up happy,
Wake up happy.

Manic Street Preachers - Williams last words

Girl, you'll be a woman... soon

I love you so much, can't count all the ways
I've died for you girl and all they can say is
"He's not your kind"
They never get tired of putting me down
And I'll never know when I come around
What I'm gonna find
Don't let them make up your mind.
Don't you know...

Girl, you'll be a woman soon,
Please, come take my hand
Girl, you'll be a woman soon,
Soon, you'll need a man

I've been misunderstood for all of my life
But what they're saying girl it cuts like a knife
"The boy's no good"
Well I've finally found what I'm a looking for
But if they get their chance they'll end it for sure
Surely would
Baby I've done all I could
Now it's up to you...

Girl, you'll be a woman soon,
Please, come take my hand
Girl, you'll be a woman soon,
Soon, you'll need a man

Girl, you'll be a woman soon,
Please, come take my hand
Girl, you'll be a woman soon,
Soon but soon, you'll need a man

Urge Overkill - Girl, you'll be a woman soon

The rain, it started tapping
on the window near my bed.
There was a loophole in my dreaming,
so I got out of it.
And to my surprise
my eyes were wide and already open.
Just my nightstand and my dresser
where those nightmares had just been.

So I dressed myself and left them,
out into the gray streets.
But everything seemed different
and completely new to me.
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings,
even my own body.
And each person I encountered,
I couldn't wait to meet.

And I came upon a doctor
who appeared in quite poor health.
I said "there is nothing that I can do for you
that you can't do for yourself."
He said "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand.
I think that would help." So I sat with him a while
and then I asked him how he felt.
He said, "I think I'm cured. In fact, I'm sure.
Thank you stranger, for your therapeutic smile."

So that is how I learned the lesson
that everyone is alone.
And your eyes must do some raining
if you are ever going to grow.
But when crying don't help
and you can't compose yourself,
it's best to compose a poem,
an honest verse of longing or a simple song of hope.
And that's why I'm singing,
"Baby, don't worry, cause now I got you back.
And every time you feel like crying,
I'm gonna try and make you laugh.
And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad,
then we will wait for it to pass,
and I will keep you company
through those days so long and black.
And we'll just keep working on the problem
we know we'll never solve,
of Love's uneven remainder, our lives are fractions of a whole."

But if the world could remain
within a frame like a painting on a wall.
Then I think we would see the beauty then.
We would stand staring in awe
at our still lives posed
like a bowl of oranges,
like a story told
by the fault lines and the soil.

Bright Eyes - Bowl of Oranges