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One Way Or Another

Alright, alright
 
Well, one way or another, I'm going to find ya
I’m gonna get ya, I'll get ya
One way or another, I'm going to find ya
I’m gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
One way or another, I'm going to find ya
I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
One way or another, I'm going to find ya
I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya
 
I will ride past your house
Then when the lights are all out
I'll stick around
 
Yeah, one way or another, I'm going to find ya
I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
One way or another, I’m going to find ya
I’m gonna get ya, get ya
One way or another, I'm going to find ya
I’m gonna get ya, woo, get ya
One way or another, I'm going to find ya
I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya
 
I will ride past your house
Then when the lights are all out
I'll stick around
 
Alright, well, guess what?
You know what?
What?
Jamie?
What?
You gotta bring it down
Yeah
Come on, trying to cross this final bridge, alright
Yeah, that’s right
What else?
Haha, nothing else
Yeah, you know it's on
Gonna drive it down
One way or another, gonna bring it around
Woo
 
Drive past his house
And when the lights are all out
I'll stick around
 
Yeah
Yeah
Jamie, is there anybody left?
Damn
Is there anything left to say?
No
That's what I thought
Woo, boy
 

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Face The Reptile

The fatal sounds of broken dreams
It's a crushed panic
I sense our mission is coming demolition
What the fuck is going on?
 
Life, memories, gone!
 
All rise watching the light that burns your eyes
All these terrified battered voices up in the sky
you pray, you are surrounded by fear
Lay down, think about what you have done, wait for the end to come
 
Face to face, the sacred why, feel the chill, face the light
 
Where are we now? Non-ionizing radiations
deafening hush in a white desert
Between the shades, the face's standing still
Face the reptile, all our dreams were doomed to fail
I feel so unpure
 
Life, memories, gone!
I know I'm going under
Like in a hypnotic journey
I am mesmerized
 
We struggled for power to control the world
We are energy for lizards now
We have studied something that were studying us
The soul of man was made to walk the skies
We failed. I can't go back and I won't go back to you
 
[Fabban synth solo / Paolo Pieri's guitar solo]
 
All rise watching the light that burns your eyes
All these terrified battered voices up in the sky
you pray, you are surrounded by fear
Lay down, maybe that's not the end but a new life to come
 

Stephen King vs Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe:
Once upon a midnight dreary, as I spit this weak and weary,
I will choke this joker with a trochee till his cheeks are teary! (Ahh!)
But y'all don't hear me! All should fear me!
I'll forever be better; you'll never be near me.
Your books are as eerie as Beverly Cleary!
You're a faux Bram Stoker, so scram, the show's over!
Your flow's so-so. Poe's poems pwn posers!
(Snap!) I wrote them locked in a cave, while I sobbed in a rage.
The Tell-Tale Heart beats soft in its grave while this jerk just beats off on a page!

Stephen King:
Oh, you want to talk shop, you gothed-out fop?
Go back to Hot Topic and shop for a top!
There's a melancholy alcoholic laughingstock
In the King's house, now watch the Castle Rock!
Pouty little poet with an opiate affliction!
I'm a workaholic with a fiction addiction!
I'm making dedicated readers shivery and jittery!
Feel that Rage and Misery!
You better start Running, Man! You're in deep poo, Poe!
I'm a mad dog, fangs Shining! Cujo!
Tommyknock you down till you can't Stand up!
You're as soft as Po, the Kung Fu Panda!
Racks on racks 'cause I pen fat stacks of frightening writing; have you seen the pile?
I can even take a break from my routine style!
Crank out a Shawshank or a Green Mile!
Masque of the Red Death? Barely blood curdling.
Pit and the Pendulum? Not even unnerving.
Perving on your first cousin when she's thirteen years old? Now, that's disturbing!

Edgar Allan Poe:
Stephen, you pretend to do it, I've been really living through it: misery and poverty and family woes!
I see through you like pantyhose, doing Chappelle and Simpsons cameos! (Ahh!)
Even if you're gripping on a weapon, then you better get to stepping if you're messing with the horror lord!
In a minute maybe I'mma hit him, cut him into itty bitty bits, and I'mma stick him in the floorboards!

Stephen King:
Speaking of bored, you're the worst!
Dropped out of school, but you can't drop a verse!
I could have spent that time better.
In eight bars, I can write a whole best-seller!
I'm so prolific! This sickly goblin won't be bothering me! I'm on a clobbering spree,
And I'll be smacking you with any of the big thick books in my big dick bibliography!
See, I'm the author with the blood and gore lore galore that'll horrify a reader to the core!
Fame? Money? Talent? Success?
You'll always have less, nevermore!

Thank God I got her

9 — She's got nine fancy pillows on our bed
And we've got towels she won't let anyone get wet
No, I don't get her

Cry — She always cries at happy endings on TV
She even cries at some commercials in between
No, I don't get her
She's about as clear to me as a mystery

She's got a closet full of nothing to wear
So many shoes she needs another pair
When she gets to talkin',
Lord, you just can't stop her
She's everything I didn't know I needed
The perfect fit, the missing piece
I might not get her
But thank God I got her

Fine — When she says that she's just fine
That's when she's not
And she's still right
When we both know she's dead wrong
No, I don't get her
But I smile cause I can see
forever in those big brown eyes
You know she could've had 1,000,000 other guys
Somehow I got her

She's got a closet full of nothing to wear
So many shoes she needs another pair
When she gets to talkin',
Lord, you just can't stop her
She's everything I didn't know I needed
The perfect fit, the missing piece
I might not get her
But thank God I got her

Even when I don't understand
Thank God I got her
I know she's making me a better man

She's got a way of changing everything
with just her touch and just her kiss
And I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost her

She's everything I didn't know I needed
The perfect fit, the missing piece
I might not get her
But you know I want her
I might not get her
But thank God I got her

But thank God I got her

9—She's got nine fancy pillows on our bed
But thank God I got her

Pe mare

Ah! viaţa pentru mine,
Scump înger! fără tine
Nu are nici un bine,
Nu are nici un dar.
În cer fie lumină,
Sau nori, sau noapte lină,
Sufletul meu suspină,
Suspină cu amar!

Oricare nălucire
L-a omului simţire
Aduce-nsufleţire
Cu glasu-i încântat,
Se pierde-n neagra ceaţă
Ce-ntunecă-a mea viaţă
Şi glasu-i se îngheaţă
De mine depărtat.

Acum cerul zâmbeşte,
Natura-ntinereşte
Şi tot care trăieşte
Se simte fericit;
Dar mie ceru-mi pare
Cuprins de-ntunecare;
Văd lumea-n întristare
Ca sufletu-mi cernit!

Zadarnic cat plăcere,
Zadarnic mângâiere,
S-alin a mea durere,
Să curm al meu suspin.
Trecuta fericire
Izvor e de jelire,
Şi dulcea-i suvenire
Hrăneşte jalea-n sân!

O, valuri mari de spume!
Purtaţi-mă prin lume
Ca frunza fără nume
Ce o plutiţi uşor,
Şi m-aruncaţi din mare
Pierdut, fără suflare,
Pe malul cu uitare
Adâncului Bosfor!