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from Singles (클럽 싱글즈) by Paul Westerberg [ost] (1992)
Lying like needles
On forest earth Euphoric rush Trees bend to pray for us I'm sputtering Like cold machines Late for the birth ritual, ritual, ritual, ritual You can drive my tail To watch the circus A (birth?) ritual A birth of idiots Now I woke up blessed And good strives for heart ache Marked for the death ritual, ritual, ritual *As you start the song And face this garden I light a cigarette before the execution Now you see your crime For every miracle Add another drug at every birth ritual I took the drug To make me stay And now everything Dies in shyness The snake retreats Admits defeat And waits for the birth ritual, ritual, ritual *Repeat Shining light Child's highs Mark his sides Bright until the newness wears off *Repeat |
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from True Romance (트루 로맨스) by Hans Zimmer [ost] (1993)
I got up feeling so down
I got off being sold out I've kept the movie rolling But the story's getting old now I just looked in the mirror Things aren't looking so good I'm looking California And feeling Minnesota So now you know, who gets mystified Show me the power child I'd like to say That I'm down on my knees today It gives me butterflies Gives me away Till I'm up on my feet again I'm feeling outshined Someone let the dogs out They'll show where the truth is The grass is always greener Where the dogs are shitting I'm feeling that I? sober Even though I'm drinking I can't get any lower Still I feel I'm sinking So now you know, who gets mystified Show me the power child I'd like to say That I'm down on my knees today It gives me butterflies Gives me away Till I'm up on my feet again I'm feeling outshined |
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from Pump Up The Volume (볼륨을 높여라) by Cliff Martinez [omnibus, ost] (1990)
Heretic, burn at the stake
Witch float like a log Wine from the blade on the night of the full moon Voices that call spirits in waiting Sharing the drink of the bond A broth of roots and charms Spells under a twisted tree Heretic, burn at the cross Witch, float like a log Flask over fire, from cobwebs of cellars Turning metal into gold A secret till the last word’s untold Accused and convicted For nothing I suffer your fear Nailed to a burning cross Heretic, Heretic |
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from Soundgarden - Superunknown (1994)
Girlie dress and making her best
She makes up her hair for the 90s Dirty shoes and hiding her blues She's dying to lose what she's finding So easy to leave it or take it in stride So easy to read when she's faking her smile She likes surprises, she likes surprises Anything in colorful disguises Lips and thighs abused by our eyes Acting surprised that she likes it Chocolate cream, an amphetamine Torn at the seams, she's crying So easy to leave it or take it in stride So easy to read when she's faking her smile She likes surprises, she likes surprises Anyting in colorful disguises She gets a little I guess She gets it more or less She likes surprises Anything in colorful disguises So easy to leave it or take it in stride So easy to read when she's faking her smile She like surprises, she likes surprises Anything in colorful disguises |
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