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A DJ from outer space came
To make this planet dance It had neither sex nor race It looked like six legs in pants All the records ever made Seemed to be playing as one To this beat, the whole world swayed Till the DJ's work is done |
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You know me
I take nothing seriously I can see a laughing face in every willow tree But I'd rather be the queen at the guillotine In a bloody insurrection I would rather be king when the rooks take wing Than be losing your affection Willow trees lose their leaves in the autumn breeze Then there's these trees that stay green for centuries I would rather rub the hair of a bear in a lair In the opposite direction I would rather put the make on a rattlesnake Than be losing your affection I would rather be the frog speaking Tagalog As they start the vivisection I would rather be the dog food in front of the dog Than be losing your affection |
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The world is a disco ball
And we're little mirrors One and all Remember when you feel very small The world is a disco ball From Havanna to Hong Kong Someone's dancing all night long |
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You know me
I take nothing seriously I can see a laughing face in every willow tree But I'd rather be the queen at the guillotine In a bloody insurrection I would rather be king when the rooks take wing Than be losing your affection Willow trees lose their leaves in the autumn breeze Then there's these trees that stay green for centuries I would rather rub the hair of a bear in a lair In the opposite direction I would rather put the make on a rattlesnake Than be losing your affection I would rather be the frog speaking Tagalog As they start the vivisection I would rather be the dog food in front of the dog Than be losing your affection |
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I never age and I'll never die
Unlike all the stars in the sky I'll be young forever But why? Cause I'm a vampire Dear, for whose victims I shed no tear I am neither sweet nor sincere And I'd rather drink blood than beer Cause I'm a vampire The sun will never touch me I abhor its filthy light I am the mistress of the damned And of the children of the night I have all the love I need It is your blood I crave I am the bitch goddess from beyond your grave I can turn into a bat I can cast the evil eye I have ever so much money I'm gorgeous And I can fly I survied the Inquisition Been a harlot Been a queen Survived for seven hundred years And still look seventeen Hon, one from whom you really should run I despise the light of the sun And I kill your kind just for fun Cause I'm a vampire Damn, I am what? I am what I am And I am impossibly glam And I am happy as a clam Cause I'm a vampire Blanche, with a blood flow no one can stanch A blood flow A blood avalance I'm a tidal wave of tarantulas |
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You know me
I take nothing seriously I can see a laughing face in every willow tree But I'd rather be the queen at the guillotine In a bloody insurrection I would rather be king when the rooks take wing Than be losing your affection Willow trees lose their leaves in the autumn breeze Then there's these trees that stay green for centuries I would rather rub the hair of a bear in a lair In the opposite direction I would rather put the make on a rattlesnake Than be losing your affection I would rather be the frog speaking Tagalog As they start the vivisection I would rather be the dog food in front of the dog Than be losing your affection |
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Having ended all life
Absorbed all other robots Ruler of the cosmos She walks into the sunset But there is no darkness Her laser-gaze is itself a weapon And no sleep defends her from the nightmare of oblivion So she wakes a new world made entirely out of lightwaves Memories of movies, and chance determinations Then she watches random characters and situations Endless combinations with very little input But she sees the ending Every clock finds its equilibrium So she introduces the absurdest contradictions Anything can follow, but the actors can't believe that So they keep pretending the script is real and means things So the lonely robot, with no feeling for the actors Just erased the whole thing - which, true, had not existed And a trillion stories all came abruptly to a non-ending And a trillion people suddenly stopped non-existing Thus was born a new world from the movies of the old one And the lonely robot was given non-existence |
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