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St. Francis Dam Disaster

There was a well known water master man
He was the king
He could do anything
 
The St. Francis dam disaster, man
Thought she was all right
Until around midnight
 
Because that water seeks her own
She had a desire to flow
She was looking for somewhere to go
 
She was a slave to the great metropolis
She was feeling choked
She pushed the wall till it broke
 
When they heard the great apocalypse
At powerhouse number 2
Well, there was nothing they could do
 
Because that water seeks her own
Five and one half hours she would flow
She had 53 miles to go
 
A cascade down to Santa Clara way
Near 60 feet high
Now she's a mile wide
 
It was clear she was going far away
And whole towns were, too
A few got lucky in Piru
 
Because that water seeks her own
But four more hours she would flow
She had 29 miles more to go
 
She carried in her every kind of thing
House, tree, and telegraph pole
Some say a thousand souls
 
At 3 A.M. she gave Santa Paula a ring
She was still 25 feet high
Under a peaceful sky
 
Because that water seeks her own
But two more hours she would flow
She had 19 miles more to go
 
It was a real bad night in little Saticoy
El Rio, then Montalvo
How many, no one really knows
 
Ventura Beach was very scary, boy
Humanity a-pile
She went a final mile
 
Because that water seeks her own
Into the sea water flowed
Now forever she would go
 

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The Old Dancefloor

Things were amiss with you all night,
you wanted a kiss, she wanted a fight,
closing at five, she's been changing her dressin',
a fashion obsession.
 
Both of your names were on the door,
you were electric on the old dancefloor,
diamond eyes, I can still hear you singing,
my ears are still ringing.
 
You better not start putting her down.
 

Vrondi's Eyes

A mage rode forth from Karse one day, a-fleeing for his life.
He bore his staff beside his ancient sword and jeweled knife.
He made a camp within a grove where much to his surprise,
Adrift upon a sea of mist he saw a thousand eyes.
 
Eyes, wide unblinking eyes,
As blue as the sky;
No mage can pass our borders
And escape the vrondi's eyes.
 
A dark and wicked sorcerer who'd made a bloody pact
Came on a sleepy holding and the folk therein attacked.
No sooner did he weave his spell and rouse their anguished cries
Then all at once he felt the glare of disembodied eyes.
 
Eyes, wide unblinking eyes,
As blue as the sky;
No mage can pass our borders
And escape the vrondi's eyes.
 
A witch of doubtful breeding and a crude, eclectic taste
Fled from the executioners across the tractless waste,
But Valdemar was where that witch quite suddenly grew wise;
She cursed the day she ever felt those unrelenting eyes.
 
Eyes, wide unblinking eyes,
As blue as the sky;
No mage can pass our borders
And escape the vrondi's eyes.
 
So if you deal in magic better watch your step, my friend:
There's risk for you in Valdemar that you can't comprehend.
The vrondi watch for magery; they are the Heralds' spies
And nothing can elude their vigilant, unresting eyes.
 
Eyes, wide unblinking eyes,
As blue as the sky;
No mage can pass our borders
And escape the vrondi's eyes.
 
Eyes, wide unblinking eyes,
As blue as the sky;
No mage can pass our borders
And escape the vrondi's eyes.
 

Night After Night

Got a crazy feeling coming to me,
it always comes with a spark.
Oh, pretty baby, you'll never believe,
but I'm as slick as a shark.
 
'Cause I'm lookin' for, yeah,
yes, I'm looking for your love.
Yeah, I'm looking for your love.
 
I look night after night after night,
night after night after night,
night after night.
 
I look to the east and I look to the west.
Ooh, that spark is never around.
It's only there when, baby, you're in distress.
That's when I'll be around.
 
'Cause I'm lookin' for, yeah,
yes, I'm looking for your love.
Yeah, I'm looking for your love.
 
I look night after night after night,
night after night after night,
night after night.
Ooh, well, alright.
 
Night after night after night,
night after night after night,
night after night.
Ooh, well, alright. 
(Night after night).
I look night after night,
night after night.
 

Un răsunet

Deșteaptă-te, române, din somnul cel de moarte,
În care te-adânciră barbarii de tirani
Acum ori niciodată croiește-ți altă soarte,
La care să se-nchine și cruzii tăi dușmani.

Acum ori niciodată să dăm dovezi în lume
Că-n aste mâni mai curge un sânge de roman,
Și că-n a noastre piepturi păstrăm cu fală-un nume
Triumfător în lupte, un nume de Traian.

Înalță-ți lata frunte și cată-n giur de tine,
Cum stau ca brazi în munte voinicii sute de mii;
Un glas ei mai așteaptă și sar ca lupi în stâne,
Bătrâni, bărbați, juni, tineri, din munți și din câmpii.

Priviți, mărețe umbre, Mihai, Ștefan, Corvine,
Româna națiune, ai voștri strănepoți,
Cu brațele armate, cu focul vostru-n vine,
Viață-n libertate ori moarte' strigă toți.

Pre voi vă nimiciră a pizmei răutate
Și oarba neunire la Milcov și Carpați
Dar noi, pătrunși la suflet de sfânta libertate,
Jurăm că vom da mâna, să fim pururea frați.

O mamă văduvită de la Mihai cel Mare
Pretinde de la fii-și azi mână d-ajutori,
Și blastămă cu lacrămi în ochi pe orișicare,
În astfel de pericul s-ar face vânzători.

De fulgere să piară, de trăsnet și pucioasă,
Oricare s-ar retrage din gloriosul loc,
Când patria sau mama, cu inima duioasă,
Va cere ca să trecem prin sabie și foc.

N-ajunge iataganul barbarei semilune,
A cărui plăgi fatale și azi le mai simțim;
Acum se vâră cnuta în vetrele străbune,
Dar martor ne de Domnul că vii nu oprimim.

N-ajunge despotismul cu-ntreaga lui orbie,
Al cărui jug de seculi ca vitele-l purtăm;
Acum se-ncearcă cruzii, cu oarba lor trufie,
Să ne răpească limba, dar morți numai o dăm.

Români din patru unghiuri, acum ori niciodată
Uniți-vă în cuget, uniți-vă-n simțiri.
Strigați în lumea largă că Dunărea-i furată
Prin intrigă și silă, viclene uneltiri.

Preoți, cu crucea-n frunte căci oastea e creștină,
Deviza-i libertate și scopul ei preasfânt.
Murim mai bine-n luptă, cu glorie deplină,
Decât să fim sclavi iarăși în vechiul nost'pământ.