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(01-Dec-84) In VANC0 (Sunnyvale, California) living colour
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Depeche Mode's "MASTER AND SERVANT" from the album "Some Great Reward" (1984)
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Music and lyrics by Martin L. Gore of Depeche Mode
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It's a lot
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It's a lot like life
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There's a new game
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We like to play you see
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A game with added reality
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You treat me like a dog
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Get me down on my knees
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We call it master and servant
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We call it master and servant
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It's a lot like life
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This play between the sheets
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With you on the top and me underneath
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Forget all about equality
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Let's play master and servant
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Let's play master and servant
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It's a lot like life
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And that's what's appealing
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If you despise that throw-away feeling
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From disposable fun
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Then this is the one
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Domination's the name of the game
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In bed or in life
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They're both just the same
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Except in one you're fulfilled
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At the end of the day
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Let's play master and servant
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Let's play master and servant
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Master and servant
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It's a lot
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It's a lot like life
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Master and servant
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It's a lot like life
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And that's what's appealing
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If you despise that throw-away feeling
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From disposable fun
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Then this is the one
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Let's play master and servant
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Come on master and servant
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Master and servant
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(29-Sep-85) The misfits at VANC0 (Sunnyvale, Ca.) presents the lyrics for:
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"THE WALK OF LIFE" from the Dire Straits album "Brothers in Arms" (1985)
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Song written by Mark Knopfler (Dire Straits' guitar and vocals)
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Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldId L<04> <0C><>q<02>!B
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<EFBFBD><EFBFBD>z<>*<2A><02>H<<3C><><04>P <09>ȥ<><C8A5><EFBFBD>А<EFBFBD>H<EFBFBD>O<EFBFBD><4F><EFBFBD>@ $<24>|B{<7B><> <03>{k phQ#{<7B>qKq<03>C)<03><>ss+c<>a<03><><EFBFBD>Ks9<03>yk [)K<><03> <0B>hQC);{<7B><03>C) <1B>K{qaC);{<7B><03>C)k{<7B>K{phQ{A<03>+ Aa<03>C){<7B> q<03>c <0B>hQ#+#K <0B>K{qa#+<2B>{<7B>K{phQ<02><><EFBFBD>sKs9 ca<03>C)sK;C<><03>Kk)Ks<4B>y<03>C)# <0B>hPhQC)#y<03>C)<03>{s9 {<7B><><03>C)<03><>++<2B>c{<7B>Kq9<03>{k phQC)#y<03>C)<03>{s9 {<7B><><03>C)[sK3(hQC)#y<03>C)<03> cYa#y<03>C)<03> cY{1cK3(hQ<02>+ AaC)#y<03>C)<03> cY{1cK3(hPndest thing to take
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I'm addicted to ya babe
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You're a hard habit to break
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I can't go on just can't go on
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I can't go on just can't go on
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Being without you
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Takes a lot of getting used to
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Should learn to live with it
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I don't want to
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Being without you
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Is all a big mistake
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Instead of getting any easier
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It's the hardest thing to take
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I'm addicted to you
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You're a hard habit to break
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Can you say the finest in 300/1200 baud modem telecommunications?
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(408) 732-1079 -- Sunnyvale, Ca. -- 24 hours -- Since 04-Jul-82
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"SISTER CHRISTIAN" from Night Ranger's "Midnight Madness" (1984) album
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Music and lyrics by Kelly Keagy (Drums, Lead Vocals)
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Sister Christian
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Oh the time has come
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And you know that you're the only one to say
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O.K.
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Where you going
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What you looking for
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You know those boys don't want to play no more
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With you
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It's true
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What's your price for flight
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In finding mister right
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You'll be alright tonight
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Babe you know
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You're growing up so fast
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And Momma's worrying that you won't last to say
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Lets play
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Sister Christian
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There's so much in life
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Don't you give it up before your time is due
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It's true
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It's true, yeah
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Motoring
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What's your price for flight
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You've got him in your sights
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And driving thru the night
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Motoring
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What's your price for flight
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In finding mister right
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You'll be alright tonight
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Sister Christian
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Oh the time has come
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And you know that you're the only one to say
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O.K.
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But you're motoring
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You're motoring
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Serving America since the early eighties: (408) 732-1079 -- 300/1200 baud
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"DON'T LET IT END" from the STYX album "Kilroy Was Here" (1983)
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Music and lyrics by Dennis DeYoung (Keyboards, Vocals) of STYX.
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What can I do
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Pictures of you still make me cry
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Trying to live without your love
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It's so hard to do
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Some nights I'll wake up
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I'll look at your pillow
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Hoping that I'll see you there
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But I get up each day, not much to say
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I've nowhere to go
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Loneliness fills me up inside
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'Cause I'm missing you
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So if you'll give us a chance to remember
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The love we had once together
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Wait and see, time is all that we really need
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I'm praying you won't say no
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I mean to tell you
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Don't let it end
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Baby we could have so much more
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Don't let it end
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Honey please don't walk out that door
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I'm telling you baby, I made my mistakes
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But I'll make you this promise to do what it takes
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I'll be there to protect you and hold you tight
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You got my lovin' baby, every single night
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Don't let it end
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I'm begging you, don't let it end this way
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Don't let it end
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I'm begging you, don't let it end this way
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Don't let it end
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Baby we could have so much more
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Don't let it end
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Honey please don't walk out that door
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Don't let it end
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I'm begging you, don't let it end this way
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Don't let it end
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I'm begging you, don't let it end this way- no, no, no
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No, no, no
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What will I do
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If you say we're through
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I need you to stay, honey
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Don't let it end this way
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The misfits at VANC0 (Sunnyvale, Ca.) bring to you the lyrics for:
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"FORTRESS AROUND YOUR HEART" (Lyrics and music by Sting)
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from Sting's solo album "The Dream of the Blue Turtles"
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Under the ruins of a walled city
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Crumbling towers in beams of yellow light
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No flags of truce, no cries of pity
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The siege guns had been pounding throught the night
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It took a day to build the city
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We walked through it's streets in the afternoon
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As I returned across the fields I'd known
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I recognized the walls that I once made
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I had to stop in my tracks for fear
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Of walking on the mines I'd laid
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And if I've built this fortress around your heart
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Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire
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Then let me build a bridge
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For I cannot fill the chasm
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And let me set the battlements on fire
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Then I went off to fight some battle
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That I'd invented inside my head
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Away so long for years and years
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You probably thought or even wished that I was dead
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Whi break my heart
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Don't, don't, don't throw it away
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And this is my four leaf clover
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I'm on the line, one open mind
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This is my four leaf clover
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In my mind's eye
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One little boy, one little man
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Funny how, time flies
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