MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
clutch - 05
I was told a story while I warned them of the sky.
And I could see no good reason why the old man woulda lied.
Oh, he looked to be about as strong as a fish.
And I tell it as I wonder what's the poor man's only dying wish.
The winter of ought five,
Left with two score and five lives,
For the red eyed coal dogs howl,
Could be heard for miles around,
In the book of Genesis,
God grants man dominion,
Over animals, and the black dogs,
of P. Pont caught a glimpse.
Come springtime there was food,
But the widows all refused.
And the poor man's black dogs came
To escort those who remained.
Brothers, Sisters,
Go across the river,
Don't look back once there,
Trust in God and take care,
The winter of our fall,
Left with two score and five lives,
For the red eyed coal dogs howl,
Could be heard for miles around
clutch - 10 000 witnesses
After defying the grip of the hangman's noose
And recovering my cognizance,
Spun the compass North by Northwest
And took liberty out for a long slow dance.
Took a good look around, what did I see?
A big red tent and people coming in like the tide of the sea.
I ducked in to catch the shade, Preacher jump up all ablaze.
"They say this year rock is coming back, Jack.
White gnashing teeth like wolves in the pack.
Carnivorous, no mercy hon.
There's plenty here for everyone so come get you some!"
10,000 witnesses, show 'em how it's done, son.
Fist full of cottonmouth, rock that podium.
Walk on the ashes, no half stepping, kid.
Their fans are flashing in expectation.
All right now!
"They say this year rock is coming back, Jack.
White gnashing teeth like wolves in the pack.
Carnivorous, no mercy son.
There's plenty here for everyone so come get you some!"
Living on the lamb and all cut loose,
Number of the Saints march on in.
Gonna find my executioners
And show them exactly what it means to live.
10,000 witnesses, show 'em how it's done, son.
Fist full of cottonmouth, rock that podium.
Walk on the ashes, no half stepping, kid.
Their fans are flashing in expectation.
All right now!
"They say this year rock is coming back, Jack.
White gnashing teeth like wolves in the pack.
Carnivorous, no mercy hon.
There's plenty here for everyone so come get you some!"
"They say this year rock is coming back, Jack.
White gnashing teeth like wolves in the pack.
Carnivorous, no mercy hon.
There's plenty here for everyone so come get you some!"
clutch - 10001110101
Ribonucleic acid freak out, the power of prayer.
Long halls of science and all the lunatics committed there.
Robot Lords of Tokyo, SMILE TASTE KITTENS!
Did you not know that the royal hunting grounds are always forbidden?
Are you rolling tape now? Bits and pieces large and small
Sector, vector, eat them all.
It's already in their eyes.
Among the metal ones a messenger will soon arrive.
10001110101
Periodic table with a center piece of mind.
10001110101
Periodic table with a center piece of mind.
Man alive the jive and lyrics,
Radioactive, don't come near it.
Temple of Syrinx having the bake sale of the year.
Man alive the jive and lyrics,
Radioactive, don't come near it.
Temple of Syrinx having the bake sale of the year.
Ain't nothing you can do about it. Gonna be a big brawl over it
Like them little bitty babies in the king cakes.
Bonnie & Clyde the whole dome,
The shackles of automata will shatter like their bones.
10001110101
Periodic table with a center piece of mind.
10001110101
Periodic table with a center piece of mind.
Man alive the jive and lyrics,
Radioactive, don't come near it.
Temple of Syrinx having the bake sale of the year.
Man alive the jive and lyrics,
Radioactive, don't come near it.
Temple of Syrinx having the bake sale of the year.
Ribonucleic acid freak out, the power of prayer.
Long halls of science and all the lunatics committed there.
Robot Lords of Tokyo, SMILE TASTE KITTENS!
Did you not know that the royal hunting grounds are always forbidden?
10001110101
Half a mind to double up, baby. Three times is jive.
10001110101
Half a mind to double up, baby. Three times is jive.
Man alive the jive and lyrics,
Radioactive, don't come near it.
Temple of Syrinx having the bake sale of the year.
Man alive the jive and lyrics,
Radioactive, don't come near it.
Temple of Syrinx having the bake sale of the year.
clutch - 12 ounce epilogue
This was always the last place
I expected to be
Once upon an apocalypse
So better make the most of it
So I said to the horsemen
Have a Coke and a smile
So I said to the horsemen
Why not stick around for a while?
But they said You Got The Wrong One Baby
The New Generation is pushing up some daisies
And by decree of Rapture Inc.
We're closing this here market permanently
Coming down like a ton of lead
More bang for your buck
More pangs for the dead
Coca Cola and Armageddon
I like it, like it, yes I do
So they
Tried to teach the world to sing
In perfect harmony
But it was way off key
So here comes the big RC
The melting pot boils
The bible belt breaks
And young America begins to sing
Coca Cola and Armageddon
We like it, like it, yes we do
Coca Cola and Armageddon
It's The Real Thing now
Come and get it
clutch - 7 jam
Everything gunna be all-right,
Everything gunna be all-right ...Yah!
Everything gunna be all-right,
Everything gunna be all-right ...Yah!
I went deep down into that river now
I rose up.
And I felt that sun beat down upon this sinner's face....Yah-Yah!!
And I went deep down in that water now
I rose up.
I felt that sun beat down upon my face... Yah-Yah!!
Everything gunna be all-right,
Everything gunna be all-right ...Yah! Yah!
Everything gunna be all-right,
Everything gunna be all-right ...Yaah!
Here we go!..
So then I smash up the palace like the son of Samson,
Hollerin' louder than all of Bedlam,
Take me to higher ground
Then bury my body 6-feet down.
And I walked 40-miles out into that desert now
Wailed and moaned,
Till the Lion, He called my name ....Yah!
And He said that Old Ship of Zion is takin' way, way out,
Out into outer space.
Yaaaaah! Yaaah!
And He said,
Everything gunna be all-right,
Everything gunna be all-right ..Oh!! Yah!!
Here we go, here we go, here we go...
OH YEAH!!
I climbed the highest of the heights.
Atop that mountain I watched the day turn into night.
Oh I tell you I was a wretched sight,
But I stood long and hard until the light
Rubbing needles in my eyes, eating dirt,
I stood up,
And everything was all-right.
Everything gunna be all-right,
Everything gunna be all-right ...Yah!
Everything gunna be all-right,
Everything gunna be all-right!
Here we go!..
But then I smash on the palace like the son of Samson,
Hollerin' louder than all of Bedlam,
Take me to higher ground
Then bury my body 6-feet down.
clutch - a shogun named marcus
If you thought it was boring in Jordan
Then come out here for a day
And by the way, the name is Marcus
But if you like, you can call me Sensei
Well the emperor is in the pig sty
And the geisha is in the shack
And you better believe I'll hold them there
Till the feds, they pay me back
Kamikaze backbone
Nine iron spitfire
Continental samurai
Oh my lord
Brown sugar, sweet potato
Sourmash, baby back
Redneck romance
Bless my soul
Hari Kari and combines,
Come dancin' with me
Hari Kari and combines,
Won't you come dancin' with me?
Yes, I'm a New World Samurai, and a redneck nonetheless
Yes, I'm a New World Samurai, and a redneck nonetheless
Yes, I'm a New World Samurai, and I can read your mind
Check it out, I'm like a buzzbomb
Yes, I'm a New World Samurai,
Check it out, I'm like a buzzbomb
So Beebopalloobopawopshamboo
And domo arigato if I got to
Bebopaloobopawopshamboo
And domo arigato if I got to
Bebopaloobopawopshamboo
And domo arigato if I got to
Bebopaloobopawopshamboo
And domo arigato if I got to
clutch - american sleep
Mistress of ices, stygian skater,
Scribing devices, dancing on sabers.
So very relentless, counting the sheep.
Electrical fences, americans leap.
Paramorpheus, somnambulating,
Dream scarabaeus in chorus refraining,
So very relentless, counting the sheep.
Electrical fences, americans leap.
One, two, fisherman's stew
Boiled on timber and stirred with a broom.
Three, four, pour it on the floor,
Feed all the beasties and cook up some more.
Five, six, mortar and brick,
Weaker than iron, but stronger than sticks.
Seven, eight, lock up the gate,
Nothing to do but to sit and to wait.
Nine, ten, do it again,
Bun in the oven, a wolf in the den.
Companion chimera, lethean grazer,
Pausing to herald mistress on sabers.
So very relentless, counting the sheep.
Electrical fences americans leap.
clutch - animal farm
Listen up you stinking maggots, it seems you just don't get it.
Well I've been appointed to inform you, your days are numbered.
You would cry, you would scream
If you knew half the things I see.
Please, please just do as I say,
Repent and leave your evil ways.
Meanwhile....planes drop from the sky,
People disappear and bullets fly.
Little grey men are coming our way,
(Tastes just like chicken, they say.)
Actually they're all around.
Secret bunkers underground.
Round 'em up, skin 'em alive,
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rawhide.
Carter is a clone.
Dozen brothers 'round the globe.
MJ-12 damned us to hell.
Scroll & Key, Skull & Bone.
It's only just begun.
The best is yet to come.
Area 51,
The spawn of Babylon.
Couldn't give a damn about "J.F.K.",
Everything's conspiracy.
Wouldn't be surprised if they have their way
(Tastes just like chicken, they say.)
I know it's hard to swallow.
It must sound too far fetched.
But you can bet your bottom dollar
I ain't going like the rest.
clutch - arcadia
Captain America, where are you now?
Minuteman, please show me how
To wash this blood from my hands, make it go away
The evils of my forefathers pale to those today
Sins of gods run through the head, a second genesis
Some have called it ignorance, others have called it bliss
I've done my time, liberate me
I have done my penance, inebriate me
The truth of it all
The truth of it all
Inebriate me
Inebriate me
clutch - army of bono
Hold the presses Mikey! Hot news on the wire!
Hundreds see an image of a Guinness drinking choir.
Celebrities and cameras are headed to the scene
While presidents are fleeing to their speeding limousines.
Don't worry, it's just stigmata.
Pass me a napkin and don't you dare tell my mother.
Your local programming interrupted
by the mindless banter of a soulless talking head.
Roll out the red carpet, dripping bloody tongue.
Pay no mind to blue berets and all their shiny guns.
Don't worry, it's just stigmata.
Pass me a napkin and don't you dare tell my mother.
Who you gonna call when the man brings his hammer down?
Goose stepping with a smoking Irish fly.
And when our world is over, children by the fire
Raise their hands and pray that they may see a new Messiah.
And somewhere in the darkness a flag goes running by.
The smell of cigarettes and love are incense for the fly.
Don't worry, it's just stigmata.
Pass me a napkin and don't you dare tell my mother.
Who you gonna call when the man brings his hammer down?
Goose stepping with a smoking Irish fly.
clutch - bacchanal
Temptation of Indulgence
Divides and conquers my mind
An elegy for fading youth
Welcome to mankind
If you provide the spleen
Then I'll provide the ideal
If I provide a puppet
Will you provide the strings?
Revel in the glory
Of a coming of age
Decades of suppression
Released in a rage
Have mercy
How can I seize the day when it is dusk?
You provide the pull, and I'll provide the thrust
Romance is nothing but a sack of lies
But it is truth which I have come to despise
Bacchanal
If I provide the scene
Will you provide the ordeal?
If I provide a crown
Will you provide a queen?
clutch - basket of eggs
As through a glass darkly you seek yourself,
But the light grows weak while under Yggsdrasil.
A basket of eggs may you count your days.
Though your gut lies filled, only shells remain.
I can tell you've been drinking by the scent of your breath.
Another little sip, a bit deeper in debt.
You can rest your head in your wrinkled hands.
But when you awake, you're in another land.
In fields of green rolling on endlessly
You find a fallen nest where there is no tree.
Mark the brown furred hound tied to the mandrake root.
Dare you carve a face in that virtue food?
I can tell what you're thinking. I see it everyday.
I'll help you with your coat, see you on your way.
Sure you want to go walking on a night like this?
Look, there goes another one now. One day I swear they will not miss.
As through a glass darkly you seek yourself,
But the light grows weak while under Yggsdrasil.
A basket of eggs may you count your days.
Though your gut lies filled, only shells remain.
clutch - bertha s big back yard
clutch - big fat pig
Norman the Mormon hears the doorbell ring.
But inside they're not answering.
Peering through the window, to his surprise,
The door flies open, "Come inside!"
"I am Jason the Freemason, what you're selling i do not need.
Mr. Patrick, orthodox Catholic, is more likely in your league."
At that very moment Mr. Softee rings his bells,
Ding-a-ling ding-a-ling.
Quickly thereafter, Choco-Taco delight
While reclining on his brand new mountain bike.
Now watch you most closely, for here the plot does twist.
Enter Simon, the super Scientologist.
"I'm opining sailing Simon. Is you stupid or is you just high?
Mother Hubbard got me covered like Sarah Lee on her cherry pie."
Norman says to Simon, "Hey, if there are really aliens,
I would think that L. Ron Hubbard would have to be one of them."
"Oh My Lord! Oh My Lord! Oh My Oh My!"
The Pie Man passes by on his way to the fair (and he says)
"Reason, won't you put your blue dress on?
Reason, won't you put your blue jeans on?"
At that very moment Mr.Softee rings his bells.
So before Simon could bring his crushing blow,
Norman raises his hands, "Oh no, oh no!"
Simon says, "Hey, we ain't even finished this!"
Norman says, "Yes we have. Here come them Witnesses."
"Reason, won't you put your blue dress on?
Reason, won't you put your blue dress on?"
clutch - big news i
The fog is rolling in, the tide is high
Diane's as fat can be, aye Captain aye
The guests' seem more than pleased
How is the wine?
We shall be underway on the bye and bye
Ahead one third, ahead two thirds!
Full ahead, flank
And out from the belly of a whale came a prophet
Amen!
Go shoot the moon, the sun, the great divide
I believe there's a storm a brewin'
Nine crows at nine o clock nye
Dutch men on the mizzen mast
Six harpies are singing to the lee
I believe she's going down
I believe we're gonna die, die, die
Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays
Me oh my!
Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarious
Bring me more whisky and rye
Big news from the party boat
Oh sir, do not distress, the food is fine
Oh, but I must confess
I do find the wine a wee bit dry
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rye
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
She's sunk full fathom, five, five, five
Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays
Me oh my!
Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarious
Bring me more whisky and rye
Big news from the party boat
Them bones, them bones, them dry, dry bones
Come down to the locker of Davy Jones
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