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Hello darkness, my old friend I’ve come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence In restless dreams, I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone ‘Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence And in the naked light, I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never shared And no one dared Disturb the sound of silence “Fools” said I, “You do not know Silence like a cancer grows Hear my words that I might teach you Take my arms that I might reach you” But my words, like silent raindrops fell And echoed in the wells of silence And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made And the sign flashed out its warning In the words that it was forming Then the sign said, “The words on the prophets are written on the subway walls In tenement halls” And whispered in the sound of silence

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Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you’ll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand And now she’s in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand Jesus freaks out in the street Handing tickets out for God Turning back she just laughs The boulevard is not that bad Piano man he makes his stand In the auditorium Looking on she sings the songs The words she knows, the tune she hums But oh how it feels so real Lying here with no one near Only you, and you can hear me When I say softly, slowly chorus: Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen you had a busy day today (repeat chorus) Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you’ll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand And now she’s in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand But oh how it feels so real Lying here with no one near Only you, and you can hear me When I say softly, slowly (repeat chorus)

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There’s a lady who’s sure all that glitters is gold And she’s buying a stairway to Heaven When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for Ooh, ooh, and she’s buying a stairway to Heaven There’s a sign on the wall, but she wants to be sure ‘Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings In a tree by the brook, there’s a songbird who sings Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven Ooh, it makes me wonder Ooh, makes me wonder There’s a feeling I get when I look to the West And my spirit is crying for leaving In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees And the voices of those who stand looking Ooh, it makes me wonder Ooh, really makes me wonder And it’s whispered that soon if we all call the tune Then the piper will lead us to reason And a new day will dawn for those who stand long And the forests will echo with laughter Oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow, don’t be alarmed now It’s just a spring clean for the May queen Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run There’s still time to change the road you’re on And it makes me wonder Ohh, whoa Your head is humming, and it won’t go, in case you don’t know The piper’s calling you to join him Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow? And did you know Your stairway lies on the whispering wind? And as we wind on down the road Our shadows taller than our soul There walks a lady we all know Who shines white light and wants to show How everything still turns to gold And if you listen very hard The tune will come to you at last When all are one, and one is all To be a rock and not to roll And she’s buying a stairway to Heaven

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I’m alive but dead, awake but asleep As friends gather round and mourners they weep My mind thinks of all the things I have done My body is cold but my heart beat goes on And on and on As they lower me down into that hole in the ground I scream out for help but they hear not a sound I tear at the lid, my fingers they bleed Is this happening to me or is it just a dream Summon the dead Baphomets call Blood on my hands “Let me out of here!” My bones are decayed, my flesh it doth rot I’m lying in silk, take the lid off this box My lungs gasp for air, my eyes scream for sight I promise the rise of my body this night Summon the dead Baphomets call Blood on my hands Screaming in torment I’m telling you all Take heed of my plea Answer my call I’m gonna be free

WED 4:48 AM

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ha-ha-ha, I’m serious, nigga One of y’all niggas got some bad motherfuckin’ breath (Uh, ayy, shit) ayy baby, ayy baby Ayy baby, get some bubblegum in this muhfucker or somethin’ Ayy, nigga, get somethin’ to eat, dog Study long, study wrong, nigga With so much drama in the L-B-C It’s kinda hard bein’ Snoop D-O-double-G But I, somehow, some way Keep comin’ up with funky ass shit like every single day May I kick a little something for the G’s (yeah) And make a few ends as I breeze through (yeah) Two in the mornin’ and the party’s still jumpin’ ’cause my mama ain’t home I got bitches in the livin’ room gettin’ it on And they ain’t leavin’ ’til six in the mornin’ (six in the mornin’) So what you wanna do? Shit I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too So turn off the lights and close the doors But (but what?) We don’t love them hoes, yeah So we gon’ smoke a ounce to this Gs up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this Rollin’ down the street, smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gin and juice Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind) Rollin’ down the street, smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gin and juice Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind) Now that I got me some Seagram’s gin Everybody got they cups, but they ain’t chipped in Now this types of shit happens all the time You gotta get yours, but fool, I gotta get mine Everything is fine when you listenin’ to the D-O-G I got the cultivatin’ music that be captivating he Who listens to the words that I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street And get to mackin’ to this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?) She used to be the homeboy’s lady (oh, that bitch?) Eighty degrees when I tell that bitch please Raise up off these N-U-T’s, ’cause you gets none of these At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze Beyotch, I’m just Rollin’ down the street, smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gin and juice Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind) Rollin’ down the street, smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gin and juice Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind) Later on that day My homie Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray And a fat ass J of some bubonic chronic that made me choke Shit, this ain’t no joke I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down Tanqueray and chronic, yeah, I’m fucked up now But it ain’t no stoppin’, I’m still poppin’ Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton To serve me, not with a cherry on top ‘Cause when I bust my nut, I’m raisin’ up off the cot Don’t get upset girl, that’s just how it goes I don’t love you hoes, I’m out the door And I’ll be Rollin’ down the street, smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gin and juice Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind) Rollin’ down the street, smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gin and juice Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind) Rollin’ down the street, smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gin and juice Beyotch (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind) Rollin’ down the street, smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gin and juice Beyotch (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)

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Last Christmas I gave you my heart, But the very next day you gave it away. This year to save me from tears I’ll give it to someone special. Last Christmas I gave you my heart, But the very next day you gave it away. This year to save me from tears I’ll give it to someone special. Instrumental break Once bitten and twice shy I keep my distance, But you still catch my eye. Tell me, baby, do you recognise me? Well, it’s been a year, it doesn’t surprise me. Happy Christmas. I wrapped it up and sent it With a note saying “I love you”. I meant it. Now I know what a fool I’ve been, But if you kissed me now I know you’d fool me again. Last Christmas I gave you my heart, But the very next day you gave it away. This year to save me from tears I’ll give it to someone special. Last Christmas I gave you my heart, But the very next day you gave it away. This year to save me from tears I’ll give it to someone special…. A crowded room. Friends with tired eyes. I’m hiding from you and your soul of ice. My God, I thought you were someone to rely on. Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on. A face on a lover with a fire in his heart. A man under cover, but you tore me apart. Now I’ve found a real love. You’ll never fool me again. Last Christmas I gave you my heart, But the very next day you gave it away. This year to save me from tears I’ll give it to someone special. Last Christmas I gave you my heart, But the very next day you gave it away. This year to save me from tears I’ll give it to someone special. A face on a lover with a fire in his heart. I gave you my heart. A man under cover, but you tore him apart. Maybe next year I’ll give it to someone— I’ll give it to someone special. Special. Someone. Someone. I’ll give it to someone— I’ll give it to someone special.

WED 4:50 AM

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It was Christmas Eve babe In the drunk tank An old man said to me, won’t see another one And then he sang a song The Rare Old Mountain Dew I turned my face away And dreamed about you Got on a lucky one Came in eighteen to one I’ve got a feeling This year’s for me and you So happy Christmas I love you baby I can see a better time When all our dreams come true They’ve got cars big as bars They’ve got rivers of gold But the wind goes right through you It’s no place for the old When you first took my hand On a cold Christmas Eve You promised me Broadway was waiting for me You were handsome You were pretty Queen of New York City When the band finished playing They howled out for more Sinatra was swinging All the drunks they were singing We kissed on a corner Then danced through the night The boys of the NYPD choir Were singing Galway Bay And the bells were ringing out For Christmas day You’re a bum You’re a punk You’re an old slut on junk Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed You scumbag, you maggot You cheap lousy faggot Happy Christmas your arse I pray God it’s our last The boys of the NYPD choir Still singing Galway Bay And the bells are ringing out For Christmas day I could have been someone Well so could anyone You took my dreams from me When I first found you I kept them with me babe I put them with my own Can’t make it all alone I’ve built my dreams around you The boys of the NYPD choir Still singing Galway Bay And the bells are ringing out For Christmas day

WED 4:51 AM

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Generals gathered in their masses Just like witches at black masses Evil minds that plot destruction Sorcerer of death’s construction In the fields the bodies burning As the war machine keeps turning Death and hatred to Mankind Poisoning their brainwashed minds… Oh Lord yeah! Politicians hide themselves away They only started the war Why should they go out to fight? They leave that role to the poor Time will tell on their power minds Making war just for fun Treating people just like pawns in chess Wait ’till their judgment day comes, yeah! Now in darkness, world stops turning Ashes where the bodies burning No more war pigs have the power Hand of God has struck the hour Day of Judgment, God is calling On their knees the war pigs crawling Begging mercy for their sins Satan, laughing, spreads his wings… Oh Lord, yeah!

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In the realm of darkness, where shadows Profile avatar c1eodbe.land_.ohm Add a Caption k-pop, summer vibe, pop, joyful, children’s song, electroswing, electroswing In the realm of darkness, where shadows dance, Whispers of old tales, a haunting trance. A vision softly weaves its delicate thread, Seeds of mystery in slumber’s bed. Planted deep in the recesses of the mind, Echoes linger, a melody intertwined, Within the silence’s hallowed sound, Restless dreams on cobblestones are found. Beneath the halo of a dim street lamp’s glow, A figure lingers, caught in an ebb and flow, Eyes pierced by neon light’s sharp sting, A moment frozen, where silence sings. Amid the naked light’s revealing gaze, Ten thousand souls in a silent daze, Words unspoken, thoughts profound, In a symphony of silence, they are bound. “Fools,” they say, unaware of silence’s might, A cancer growing in the dead of night. Words unspoken, a silent plea, Lost in the wells of eternity. As people bow and pray to their neon shrine, A warning flashes, a whispered sign, Prophets’ words etched on subway walls, In the sound of silence, a whisper calls. Blue jean baby, a lady of L.A. town, Dancing in the sand, a seamstress renowned. A pirate smile, eyes so bright, In the palm of music’s hand, a tiny dancer’s light. Jesus freaks in the streets, a divine hand, Tickets to salvation in a forgotten land. A boulevard of memories, not all that bad, A piano man’s melody, in an auditorium clad. A tiny dancer pirouettes in the sand, Her spirit free in a distant land. A melody hummed, a tune sung sweet, In the silence of night, a heart’s quiet beat. Hold me closer, tiny dancer, in the moon’s soft glow, Count the headlights on highways we know. Lay me down in linen’s embrace, A busy day fades, leaving a trace. A stairway to Heaven, a lady’s quest, Glittering gold, a soul’s unrest. In a tree by the brook, a songbird’s call, In the whispering wind, a stairway to enthrall. As shadows lengthen and the road winds on, A lady’s light shines until the dawn, In the unity of all things, a tale unfolds, A rock unmoving, a soul that beholds. Alive but dead, awake yet asleep, In a realm of dreams, the shadows creep. A scream unheard, a silent plea, Summoning the dead, a call to be free. In the realm of chaos, a voice breaks through, A song of life, of struggle anew. With every breath, a story untold, A symphony of souls, a tale of old. In the echoes of time, where darkness reigns, A melody lingers, where silence remains. 2 avril 2025 à 5:31

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