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Bunnies
Crushed in the arms...
Crushed in the arms of a bear.
Crushed in the arms...
Crushed in the arms of a bear.
In my strain...
In my strain...
In my strain...
In my strain...
Now I could never fall in love.
And feeling such a thrill
Why don't you anger me, anger me, I will.
Oh... Why don't you anger me?
Anger me I will.
Oh Why dont you anger me?
(crushed in the arms)
Now I could never fall in love. (i strain)
And feeling such a person. (in my strain)
And feeling such a person
Anger me. You anger me.
Strangle me. You strangle me.
Strangle me... and I strain...
And I strain... (of a bear)
And I strain... (crushed in the arms)
And I strain... (of a bear)
And I strain... (crushed in the arms)
And I strain...
Why don't you just go...
Why don't you just go...
Why don't you just go...
Strangle me... Strangle me...
Oh I strain...
Strangle me... Strangle me...
Oh I strain...
Strangle me... Strangle me...
Why dont you just..
Strangle me... Strangle me...
(Bunnies is a constantely evolving ambient song molded from Howie's Line 6 pedal. Many different versions of this song exist including different sets of lyrics.)
song performed by by Howie Day
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‘To the Slaughter-house’- A Cattle-song!
To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we cows all go;
We gave men milk and butter, ghee;
They want our beef now;
We’ve no other go.
To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we oxen go;
We tilled their lands and milled oil-seeds;
They want our hide now;
We’ve no other go.
To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we sheep all go;
We grazed their meadows, eating grass;
They want our mutton now;
We’ve no other go.
To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we cattle go;
We served mankind as God said so;
Selfish men want our flesh now;
We’ve no other go.
To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we animals go;
Jostled, huddled, unfed, crowded;
Men want our lives now;
This is our last ride, we all know;
We’ve no other go.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-20-2008
poem by John Celes
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Coward, strangle your fear, or else you will strangle yourself.
I Froze Up (live From Webcast)
I Froze Up Lyrics
You're the light wiping out my batteries
You're the cream in my airport-coffees
I don't know why I stick with you
If I had a choice
Like lambs into the slaughter
Like cows to the storm above
You're the Genie of my lamp
I could have in anyone
But one day I froze up
But one day I froze up
But one day I froze up
But one day I froze up
Like this...
Oh, little boy...
Little boy, little boy
Oh, little boy...
Little boy, little boy
If you try to strangle the skylark
Try to cut it up, to see how it works
Stalactites and stalagmites
Rows of never open doors
Coz one day I froze up
Coz one day I froze up
Coz one day I froze up
Coz one day I froze up
I did...
song performed by by Radiohead
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Similar Worlds
The world married to another world,
Pleasing us with its thoughts always.
May it be forbidden to slaughter someone else,
Placing blame on others for their own misdeeds.
Heaven created a slaughter to be known widely
And then the slaughter was not known widely,
Instead there was no slaughter.
For it was the world that held slaughter in its own hands,
Worsening ties with some people elsewhere.
A shining new working planet evolved
And flew one way and only a way that was an orbit,
For it was not a flat world, but round,
Like the balls it contained of spherical shape
Most pleasing to the sight.
Each world was a majestic creation
And these worlds were similar.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I Can't Help Myself
I been lost in the darkness for so long,
I can't see the life.
I been strung out, burned out, left out,
An' hung out to dry.
So I say to myself that I wanna get better:
Hidin' from the truth, I can't last forever.
Jesus, help me;
Obviously, I can't help myself:
I've got nobody else.
Send me an angel: someone to strangle,
That old demon that's hauntin' me there on the shelf.
I can't help myself.
An' my excuses are so old an' tired:
Hell, I forget 'em.
I keep fallin', an' crawlin', an' drownin'
Down here on the bottom.
Yeah, I've pushed back my brothers, said goodbye to my friends:
When you get in this deep, the hell never ends.
Jesus, help me;
Obviously, I can't help myself:
I've got nobody else.
Send me an angel: someone to strangle,
That old demon that's hauntin' me there on the shelf.
I can't help myself.
Gimme a reason to live an' show me a sign.
I'm on the edge goin' out of my mind.
I'm down on my knees: I'm beggin' you please,
Make me somebody else: I can't help myself.
Instrumental Break.
(No!)
I need something stronger:
Pour it all over me.
Send me an angel: someone to strangle,
That old demon:
'Cause you know that I never will.
I can't help myself.
Lord, I can't help myself.
song performed by by Van Zant
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Battles are won by slaughter and maneuver. The greater the general, the more he contributes in maneuver, the less he demands in slaughter.
quote by Winston Churchill
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Big Sisters Clothes
Sheep to the slaughter oh I thought this must be love
All your sons and daughters in a strangle hold with a kid glove
Shes got eyes like saucers oh you think shes a dish
She is the blue chip that belongs to the big fish
Chorus:
But its easier to say I love you,
Than yours sincerly I suppose
All little sisters like to try on big sisters clothes
Big sisters clothes
The sport of kings, the old queens heart
The prince in darkness stole some tart
And its in the papers, its in the charts
Its in the stop press before it all starts.
With a hammer on the slap and tickle under grisly garments
With all the style and finesse of the purchase of armaments
Compassion went out of fashion
Thats all your concern meant
Sweat it out for thirty seconds on home improvements
Chorus
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Hail! Master Death!
When conquerors lift the bloody shield,
Showing the fallen's ooze of life,
And on a waste of blasted field
Joy quickens to the drum and fife,
Then the weird brood of flame and fate,
Far under ground, are ill at ease,
And rock their bodies, as they wait,
When Death shall strangle even these.
The banquet board is red and white,
And laughter bubbles with the wine;
But what's the meed of this delight?
The pauper's children peak and pine!
Enough! our sisters laughing stir
The prescient worm, which scents and sees
The feast time shall not long defer --
For Death shall strangle even these.
Tumbled at last in earth and lost
To church bells, sycophant and priest,
The sodden hulks of those who crossed
The world with sorrow west and east.
True Holder of the scales and sword,
God of all Gods, whose stern decrees
Scatter the emperor's bloody hoard --
Great Death who stranglest even these!
So we shall not forever lie
In graves o'er run by cloven feet --
We, vanquished who were first to die;
We, hooted from the judgment seat.
Come armŽd hands and hands that clutch
The bauble world, fall to your knees --
Oh you who triumphed over-much --
For death shall strangle even these.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Tabloid Pigs
Tabloid pigs to the slaughter house
Tomorrows chip-papers looking thin
The hacks and waiting to be hacked
Front page headline ‘Karma wins’
The corrupt uncaring vices you undertook
On which you built your little empire
Is now falling apart around your feet
You have no friends left in this town
Now after every story you ran
Tabloid pigs to the slaughter house
Come answer to your crimes
Stand, be counted for what you’ve done
In the public interest I do believe
Is what you have always said
You were not journalists or news reporters
Just vile little piggy’s snorting around
In the dirt for what you could sell
Regardless of crime or consequence
Tabloid pigs to the slaughter house
The time has come, last edition
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Big Sister
Sheep to the slaughter
Oh, this must be love
All your sons and daughters in a strangle, all with a kid glove
Eyes like saucers; oh, you think shes a dish
She is the blue chip that belongs to the big fish
Big sister will be watching over you
Sister see, sister do
Shes got to save me
Shes got you playing russian roulette
Sport of kings, the old queens heart
The prince of darkness stole some tart
Its in the papers, its in the charts
Its in the stop press before it all starts
With a hammer and a slap n tickle in inquisitive garments
With all the style and [? ] purchase of armaments
Compassion went out of fashion, thats all your concernment
Sweat it out for thirty seconds on all the prudeness
Big sister will be watching over you
Sister see, sister do
Shes got to save me
Shes got you playing russian roulette
Shes got to save me
Shes got you playing russian roulette
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Divorce
Why do we have to slaughter
our love in the gallows
of rudeness and indifference?
Why do we have
to chop off our love
with the sharp knives
of hate, anger and fear?
Why do we have to come
to these gallows
and slaughter our love?
Why do we have to proclaim
the death of our love?
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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I embrace my rival, but only to strangle him.
quote by Jean Racine
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It's hard not to want to strangle people when you work with them for four years.
quote by Lea Thompson
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Sir one more comment like that and I will strangle you with my microphone wire!
quote by Adam Sandler
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Iago: Do it not with poison. Strangle her in her bed, even the bed she hath contaminated.
line from Othello, Act IV, Scene 1 by William Shakespeare (1603)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Linger and linger
Ego slaughter
Rock fighter
I wonder
You are here.
Is hiding place here
I know not
Staying behind
You told me clear.
Beginning is the end
You told me again
And I denied
Telling I can win
And I can.
Ego slaughter
Rock fighter
I'm not far
I'm near.
And I wander
You are here
And our love
Linger and linger.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Money and Me
Money and me, we’re such a team
Money and me, inseparable we
Money and me, together we dream
Money and me, in harmony
Money and me, such synergy
Money and me, so much in love
Money and me, a power to be
Money and me, we’re hand in glove.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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His hands would plait the priest's guts, if he had no rope, to strangle kings.
quote by Denis Diderot
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Frog
France and China feed from your demise,
Restaurateurs are not exactly chums,
Oh how they rave about your tender thighs!
Gourmand orders - another frog succumbs…
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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