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Send Me On My Way

(On my way, on my way)
(On my way, on my way)
 
I would like to reach out my hand
I may see you, I may tell you to run (On my way, on my way)
You know what they say about the young
 
Well, pick me up with golden hand
Oombayseeyou, I may tell you to run (On my way, on my way)
You know what they say about the young
 
Well, I would like to hold my little hand
And we will run, we will, we will crawl, we will
I would like to hold my little hand
And we will run, we will, we will crawl
 
Send me on my way (On my way)
Send me on my way (On my way)
Send me on my way (On my way)
Send me on my way (On my way)
Send me on my way (On my way)
Send me on my way (On my way)
Send me on my way (On my way)
Mm hmm (On my way)
 
I would like to reach out my hand
I may see you, I may tell you to run (On my way, on my way)
You know what they say about the young
 
Now pick me up with golden hand
I may see you, I may tell you to run (On my way, on my way)
You know what they say about the young
 
Well, I would like to hold my little hand
And we will run, we will, we will crawl, we will
I would like to hold my little hand
And we will run, we will, we will crawl
 
Send me on my way (On my way)
Send me on my way (On my way)
Send me on my way (On my way)
Hmmm(on my way)
Well, I would like to hold my little hand
And we will run, we will, we will crawl, we will
I would like to hold my little hand
And we will run, we will, we will crawl
 
Send me on my way
Send me on my way
Send me on my way
On my way
Send me on my way
Send me on my way
Send me on my way
(ooooh oooh oooh ooooh oooh oooh)
(Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey)
On my way
(Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey)
On my way
 
I would like to reach out my hand
I may see you, I may tell you to run (On my way, on my way)
You know what they say about the young
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you very much
 

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Auld Lang Syne

Should old acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
Should old acquaintance be forgot
And old lang syne
 
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For auld lang syne
 
And surely you'll buy your pint cup
And surely I'll buy mine
And we'll take a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne
 
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For auld lang syne
 
We two have run about the slopes
And picked the daisies fine;
But we've wandered many a weary foot
Since auld lang syne
 
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For auld lang syne
 
We two have paddled in the stream
From morning sun till dine
But seas between us broad have roared
Since auld lang syne
 
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For auld lang syne
 
And there's a hand my trusty friend
And give us a hand o' thine
And we'll take a right good-will draught
For auld lang syne
 
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For auld lang syne
 

If We Have Each Other

[Verse 1:]
She was 19, with a baby on the way
On the east side of the city,
She was working every day
Cleaning dishes in the evening.
She could barely stay awake,
She was clinging to the feeling
That her luck was gonna change and
'Cross town, she would take the bus at night
To a one bedroom apartment,
And when she'd turn on the light
She would sit down at the table
Tell herself that it's alright,
She was waiting on the day,
She hoped her baby would arrive.
 
[Pre-Ref 1:]
She'd never be alone, have someone to hold
And when nights were cold, she'd say:
 
[Ref 1:]
The world's not perfect, but it's not that bad
If we got each other, and that's all we have,
I will be your mother, and I'll hold your hand,
You should know I'll be there for you.
When the world's not perfect,
When the world's not kind,
If we have each other than we'll both be fine,
I will be your mother, and I'll hold your hand,
You should know I'll be there for you.
 
[Verse 2:]
They were 90, and were living out the day
On the west side of the city next
To where they got engaged,
They had pictures on the walls of all the memories
That they'd made, and though life was never easy,
They were thankful that they stayed
With each other, and though sometimes were hard,
Even when she made him angry
He would never break her heart,
No they didn't have the money to afford a fancy car,
But they never had to travel cause they'd never be apart.
 
[Pre-Ref 2:]
Even at the end, their love was stronger than
The day that they first met, they say:
 
[Ref 2:]
The world's not perfect, but it's not that bad
If we got each other, and that's all we have,
I will be your lover, and I'll hold your hand,
You should know I'll be there for you.
When the world's not perfect,
When the world's not kind,
If we have each other than we'll both be fine,
I will be your lover, and I'll hold your hand,
You should know I'll be there for you.
 
You should knew I'll be there for you...
 
[Verse 3:]
I'm 23, and my folks are getting old,
I know they don't forever
And I'm scared to be alone,
So I'm thankful for my sister,
Even though sometimes we fight,
When highschool wasn't easy,
She's the reason I survived.
I know she'd never leave me,
And I hate to see her cry,
So I wrote this verse to tell her
That I'm always by her side
 
[Pre-Ref 3:]
I wrote this verse to tell her that I'm always by her side,
I wrote this verse to tell her that...
 
[Ref 3:]
The world's not perfect, but it's not that bad
If we got each other, and that's all we have,
I will be your brother, and I'll hold your hand,
You should know I'll be there for you.
When the world's not perfect,
When the world's not kind,
If we have each other than we'll both be fine,
I will be your brother, and I'll hold your hand,
You should know I'll be there for you.
 
You should know I'll be there for you...
 

Enemy For Me

You won't break me
 
OK J
One way to do it
You did it wrong
You already blew it
What's taking so long?
Like a monkey you're stupid
Fuckn' King Kong
Now I'm gonna lose it
I wrote you a song
 
Bring it if you think you're though
'Cause lately I've just had enough
I ain't' even bluffing when I say that nothing
Is standing between you and your fucking coffin
 
Heard you're scary
Well scare me
Come, dare me
But oh please spare me
From your lecture, you're under pressure
And I see through you like Hannibal Lecter
I'm a collector of pieces of shit
Cut you to bits, you miserable prick
Kick you to the ditch, and spit on you bitch
And see what you're gonna do about it
Hit it
 
I'm not joking
You're not laughing
Excuses won't change anything
So now I see
You're just an enemy
Enemy for me
 
Yo! Remember me?
It's me, NC, long time no see
Well it should've been longer
Wanna bang your chest to see who is stronger?
You gave me a tap on the shoulder
You made me a soldier
Yeah you might be older but I know you're a slower
You fucking controller
The way the way you control her
This shit isn't over 'til I say it's over
Man, you're going nowhere
Come out, come out wherever you are
Go on, go on and tear me apart
You're making me ill
I'm in for the kill
On top of the hill
You're Catherine and I'm Buffalo Bill
That's right motherfucker I know where you live
That's right motherfucker I know where you live
That's right motherfucker I know where you live
 
I'm not joking
You're not laughing
Excuses won't change anything
So now I see
You're just an enemy
Enemy for me
 
Bring it if you think you though
'Cause lately I've just had enough
Bring it if you think you though
'Cause I've had enough
(Can you hear me now?)
I said can you hear me now?
 
I'm not joking
You're not laughing
Excuses won't change anything
So now I see
You're just an enemy
Enemy for me
Enemy, enemy for me
 

Mass Grave Aesthetics

“What matter the victims, provided the gesture is beautiful?
What matters the death of vague human beings,
If thereby the individual affirms himself?”
 
The black Idol emerges as a silver lining in a dust cloud of death,
Eerie parallel tongues and the piping of heaven
The culture of transgression is mine and my descent.
Makes me ascend in a repugnant swirl…
 
'Sic volo,
Sic jubeo,
Stat pro ratione voluntas'
 
The black Idol fills the veil of flesh with noxious smoke,
Depicting primal human experiences indifferently,
Contemptuous of moral concerns, dehumanized
The howling of wolves and the destructive sword are portions of Eternity,
Too great for the eyes of merely a man…
 
Transcendence of thresholds occurs with violence and will
for Vice is like the mind’s dark radiance
Which blinds and of which I’m dying
 
Corruption is the spiritual cancer reigning in the depths of things
And it fills until the last cell of my vivid being
Dissolution and putrefaction, prevailing Aesthetic experience.
 
The splendor of the obscene and inhuman;
For what matters the death of a vague human beings
If thereby the individual affirms himself?
 
'Violence exists in the moment when the eye turns upwards into the head,
When inversion is complete and total
The darkness of the upturned eye is not the absence of light
But the process of seeing being taken to its limit'
 
That thorough derangement of the senses,
Way beyond the deceptive conflict between darkness and light
Opens perceptions to the tyranny of the Chekhinah
 
'Si non credideritis,
Non inteligetis'
 
The dimension of ethereal totalitarianism discloses itself
And takes possession of the quintessential human soul
Like a nail hammered through most tender flesh
Aeons separate the one whose eyes have seen through the night of the spirit
The king, the Lord of hosts, draped in terrifying magnificence
From the gleaming clot of trembling vermin
If a faith and a belief aren’t nurtured by the moist of blood
They do not grow, nor do they live
It is at the magnitude of daily murders, massacres and mass graves
That we do measure the propagation of our faith
Hearken and recognize, that hideous carrion
'Legs in the air, like a whore displayed, indifferent to the last
A belly slick with lethal sweat and swollen with foul gas?
 
This is you, nourishing
The grand Mass Grave Aesthetics