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Beneath the Oak Tree

Searching shelter from the blazing sun
I fix my eyes at your enormous trunk.
How many secrets you hold, oh wise one
Feels like I'm mesmerized by you almighty.
You stand strong and proud against all the odds
Come thunder, come lightning you're not fazed by it.
 
Your tall branches snaking their way up the sky
Running wild, nothing compares to this sight.
If only you could tell the stories of countless
tired laborers who rested beneath your canopy.
And the battles that were fought at your feet
Guns blazing, bombs exploding yet here you stand.
 
Oh tell me, why can't we appreciate this world,
When did we lose respect for you Mother Nature?
A loud buzzing noise breaks the idyllic view
And roaring engines devouring up the truth.
The nasty truth of our vile human nature
We might rule now but have no future.
 

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Die Eier Von Satan

[GERMAN]:
 
Die Eier Von Satan
 
Eine halbe Tasse Staubzucker
Ein Viertel Teeloffel Salz
Eine Messerspitze turkisches Haschisch
Ein halbes Pfund Butter
Ein Teeloffel Vanillenzucker
Ein halbes Pfund Mehl
Einhundertfunfzig Gramm gemahlene Nusse
Ein wenig extra Staubzucker
... und keine Eier
 
In eine Schussel geben
Butter einruhren
Gemahlene Nusse zugeben und
Den Teig verkneten
 
Augenballgro?e Stucke vom Teig formen
Im Staubzucker walzen und
Sagt die Zauberworter
Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim
 
Auf ein gefettetes Backblech legen und
Bei zweihundert Grad fur funfzehn Minuten backen und
KEINE EIER
 
Bei zweihundert Grad fur funfzehn Minuten backen und
Keine Eier ..
...
 
[ENGLISH]
 
The Eggs/Balls Of Satan
 
Half a cup of powdered sugar
One quarter teaspoo salt
One knifetip Turkish hash
Half a pound butter
One teaspoon vanilla-sugar
Half a pound flour
150 g ground nuts
A little extra powdered sugar
... and no eggs
 
Place in a bowl
Add butter
Add the ground nuts and
Knead the dough
 
Form eyeball-size pieces from the dough
Roll in the powdered sugar
and say the Magic Words:
'Sim sala bim bamba sala do saladim'
 
Place on a greased baking pan and
Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes
...AND NO EGGS
 
Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes
...and no eggs.
 

Thank u, next

Thought I'd end up with Sean
But it wasn't a match
Wrote some songs about Ricky
Now I listen and laugh
Even almost got married
And for Pete, I'm so thankful
Wish I could say, 'Thank you' to Malcolm
'Cause he was an angel
 
One taught me love
One taught me patience
And one taught me pain
Now, I'm so amazing
I've loved and I've lost
But that's not what I see
So, look what I got
Look what you taught me
And for that, I say
 
Thank you, next (Next)
Thank you, next (Next)
Thank you, next
I'm so fuckin' grateful for my ex
Thank you, next (Next)
Thank you, next (Next)
Thank you, next (Next)
I'm so fuckin'—
 
Spend more time with my friends
I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Plus, I met someone else
We havin' better discussions
I know they say I move on too fast
But this one gon' last
'Cause her name is Ari
And I'm so good with that (So good with that)
 
She taught me love (Love)
She taught me patience (Patience)
And she handles pain (Pain)
That shit's amazing (Yeah, she's amazing)
I've loved and I've lost (Yeah, yeah)
But that's not what I see (Yeah, yeah)
Just look what I've found (Yeah, yeah)
Ain't no need for searching, and for that, I say
 
Thank you, next (Thank you, next)
Thank you, next (Thank you, next)
Thank you, next (Thank you)
I'm so fuckin' grateful for my ex
Thank you, next (Thank you, next)
Thank you, next (Said thank you, next)
Thank you, next (Next)
I'm so fuckin' grateful for my ex
 
Thank you, next
Thank you, next
Thank you, next
I'm so fucking—
 
One day I'll walk down the aisle
Holding hands with my mama
I'll be thanking my dad
'Cause she grew from the drama
Only wanna do it once, real bad
Gon' make that shit last
God forbid something happens
Least this song is a smash (Song is a smash)
 
I've got so much love (Love)
Got so much patience (Patience)
I've learned from the pain (Pain)
I turned out amazing (Turned out amazing)
I've loved and I've lost (Yeah, yeah)
But that's not what I see (Yeah, yeah)
Just look what I've found (Yeah, yeah)
Ain't no need for searching
And for that, I'll say
 
Thank you, next (Thank you, next)
Thank you, next (Thank you, next)
Thank you, next
I'm so fuckin' grateful for my ex
Thank you, next (Thank you, next)
Thank you, next (Said thank you, next)
Thank you, next (Next)
I'm so fuckin' grateful for my ex
 

To his heart, bidding it have no fear

Be you still, be you still, trembling heart;
Remember the wisdom out of the old days:
Him who trembles before the flame and the flood,
And the winds that blow through the starry ways,
Let the starry winds and the flame and the flood
Cover over and hide, for he has no part
With the proud, majestical multitude.
 

This Ain't A Love Song

Hey my baby, this is for you,
It ain't a love song, it's a big 'fuck you!'
Smile like you like it and I'll write you one better,
Seal it with my shit and sound like Helen Keller*,
Mr. Strange is my made-up name,
It's that for a reason, I'm a little insane..
But you're even worse than me,
Which is kinda rare,
So this song's for you, honey,
Fist in the air!
 
Feet on the floor!
This ain't a love song, but you're a bomb,
Open the door!
I'm on the other side where dignity dies,
 
I'm 5 foot 3 and not many people like me,
I don't give a shit though, they can all blow me,
You don't like me either, which is no surprise,
Have fun in limbo, now watch me rise,
Freaks and creeps, yeah, they're my people,
I'm Mr. Strange and I have no equal,
The Freak Show's taking over the world,
I'm a bit like Jesus, so fuck you, girl!
 
Feet on the floor!
This ain't a love song, but you're a bomb,
Open the door!
I'm on the other side where dignity dies,
 
Okay baby, this is verse three,
I'm running out of things to say, how like me!
But I'll leave you with a little food for thought,
You're a fucking fake and I hate your sort,
Life's like a bad dream, but I know a door,
I'll slam it in your face, yeah, that's what it's for!
 
Feet on the floor!
This ain't a love song, but you're a bomb,
Open the door!
I'm on the other side where dignity dies,
 
Feet on the floor!
(Feet-on-the-floor!)
This ain't a love song, but you're a bomb,
Open the door!
(Open-the-door!)
I'm on the other side where dignity dies...