It's the end of the world as we know it It's the end of the world as we know it.... that's all, just that line over and over and over and over..
May dragons bring you wealth and guard your treasures May they banish darkness and enlighten you May female dragons grant you inner power May the Dragon Queen neutralize your enemies May Dragon Spirits give you power over Elementals May weather dragons bring rain at your request May Ti'amat effect the changes you command May Ishtar grant you Dragon Power May Ishtar grant you Dragon Power
I was a highway man. along the coach roads I did ride. with sword and pistol by my side. Many a young maid lost her baubbles to my trade. Many a soldier shead his life blood on my blade. The bastards hung me in the spring of '25 but I am still alive.
Higwayman by Johnny, willie, waylon, kris..
'Dying for being different is still better than living as a Sheep'-anon
While the sand Would become the stone Which begat the spark Turn to living bone Holy Holy Santaus Santaus BE
I am a mystic fiddler And I have travelled far A thousand million years just to play my song for you And if you'll only listen I swear I'll tell to you A thousand years of truths As I play my song for you
Turn it up Turn it up Turn it upside down
There is ... A House ... In New Orleans They Call the Rising sun It's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know I'm one
Tell me why you're crying my son I know you're frightened like everyone Is it the thunder in the distance you fear? Will it help if I stay very near? I am here
Where have all the flowers gone? Long time passing Where have all the flowers gone? Long time ago
If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman If I'm alive and well will you be there holding my hand
I wanna touch you but I'd better not touch I whanna kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
Moon rising Disguising Up to meet The purple dawn Dust deamons Screaming Bring an Eagle To lead me on
Father McKenzie Writing the words to a sermon that noone will hear noone comes near look at him working jotting his thoughts in the night while there's nobody there What does he care All the lonely people Where do they all come from All the lonely people Where do they all belong
Still more to come I'm plauged by these things
Nevermind. I got 25% of the way through my collection and was still going strong. A bit much to post here. Earworms are how my collection grows!
For the last two days I have had the Fanta song going through my head!!!! ARGH!!!
Don't you wanta Fanta Fanta Don't you wanta Fanta Fanta
Somebody make it stop!!! LOL!
There's a dear little plant that grows in our Isle Twas St . Patrick himself, sure, that set it; And the sun of his labour with pleasure did smile, And with dew from his eye often wet it. It grows through the bog, through the brake, through the Mireland, and they call it the dear little shamrock of Ireland.