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Loud Lyrix, April 5, 1994, Issue # 3
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Addresses
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Internet: lyrix@terranet.cts.com
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UUCP: generic!zoo.toronto.edu!terranet!lyrix
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ARPA: generic!terranet!lyrix@zoo.toronto.edu
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FTP: None
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Gopher: None
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Usenet: None
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Editor-in-Chief: Death Incarnate (Gino Filicetti)
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Publisher: Death Incarnate (Gino Filicetti)
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Distributor: Death Incarnate (Gino Filicetti)
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Mailing Program: NONE! Everything is done by hand.
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DISCLAIMER
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Loud Lyrix is not responsible for accuracy of the lyrics, song titles,
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album titles, or specific performers of the songs contained herein. All
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songs are property of the bands that perform them and/or their record
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labels. The lyrics contained herein cannot be used for any purpose other
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than "private study, scholarship, or research." If anyone makes use of a
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reprinted song for purposes in excess of "fair use," that user may be
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liable for copyright infringement. Loud Lyrix is not responsible for any
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misrepresentation of the performers of any songs or their respective
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lyrics. We reserve the right to reprint inaccurate lyrics if the song's
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lyrics were not readily available to the typist. And just remember that
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this publication is for the sheer fun and pleasure of discovering the
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lyrics of some songs, and we are not out to rip off any bands or put any
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words in their mouths.
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DESCRIPTION
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Loud Lyrix is a weekly publication dedicated to the spread of heavy metal
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lyrics throughout the world. Subscriptions are available at no cost
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electronically. Five to Ten songs are published every Tuesday. Along with
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the lyrics, a section of the zine is devoted to reactions of subscribers to
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previously posted songs. All subscribers are urged to send in lyrics from
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their own favorite bands for publication. All requests, submissions or
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comments must be sent to the above address.
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OUR PHILOSOPHY
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We here at Loud Lyrix believe that the true meaning of a song can only make
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itself known through the song's lyrics. It is for this reason that Loud
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Lyrix exists, we are committed to delivering all the best lyrics of heavy
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metal songs to Cyber-bangers around the globe. Long live metal!
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>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
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Loud Lyrix, #3, 4/05/94
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Hello all you cool headbanger's out there in cyberspace, Loud Lyrix is
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back with our 3rd issue.... Where has the time flown! It seems like just
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yesterday that Loud Lyrix was nothing more than a spark of ingenuity in my
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mind, and now look at us, after only 2 issues, Loud Lyrix now has over 120
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subscribers, plus 5 newsgroup postings, so who know HOW many people see
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the 'zine.... I just wanna say thanx to all our contributing subscribers,
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it has definitely taken a load off of myself, and it's nice to know that
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there actually people alive out there, and willing to help...THANX!
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Now it's time for a serious request I have for all of you, I'm in GREAT
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need of a LISTSERV that I could hook up with, so I can automate the
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subscribing and mailing of Loud Lyrix... if any of you are postmasters or
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sysadmin's or moderators of some list, I desperately need your help... all
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I ask is for inclusion in your LISTSERV... you'll have my eternal
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gratitude, plus, Loud Lyrix will be better and faster for everyone, I'm
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asking again.... please, please please!! :-)
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Ok people, I've thought it over, and I want to offer you guys something,
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from now on, in addition to sending in submissions or comments, you guys
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can send in requests for lyrics... I will do my best to locate the lyrics
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in the archives around the world, and if that still doesn't work, I will
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post your request in the 'zine, so that maybe a subscriber can help.
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Ok everyone, last thing, I'm pretty disappointed in most of you, I haven't
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been getting the number of comments that I'd like, if I don't receive
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comments, I can't print any, so you will get a dry, boring issue like
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this one, but if I had lot's of people mailing me with some reactions to
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the song's we've printed, the 'zine would be a whole lot better and more
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interesting.... so c'mon guyz... make an effort....
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Ok, here you are, Loud Lyrix #3... enjoy!
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CONTENTS
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Song 1: "Arti-ficial" by X-Ray Spex
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Song 2: "Cemetary Gates" by Pantera
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Song 3: "Flaming Telepaths" by Blue Oyster Cult
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Song 4: "Junkhead" by Alice in Chains
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Song 5: "Force Fed" by Precious Death
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Song 6: "The Four Horsemen" by Metallica
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Song 7: "Stigmata" by Ministry
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Song 8: "Manifest" by Sepultura
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Preface: I know I don't really share most of the tastes expressed by Loud
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Lyrix, but I like to invade lists with my own perverse tastes whenever
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possible :-). I happened to have the lyrics from an old X-ray Spex album
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near my computer, and I think they're pretty funny and sharp. Besides, this
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great late '70s band definitely was LOUD! -- Richard Singer
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[Editor -- just to let everyone know, we aren't as strict as you think
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about posting ONLY Heavy Metal lyrics in Loud Lyrix, as long as you don't
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expect us to print some pop or A/C songs, don't worry about the genre you
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send in, as long as it's funny or makes a statement, I'll probably put it
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in, it's always worth a shot to ask right?]
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************************* A R T I - F I C I A L ***************************
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by X - R A Y S P E X
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Album: "Germ Free Adolescents"
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I know I'm artificial
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But don't put the blame on me
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I was reared with appliances
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In a consumer society
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When I put on my make-up
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The pretty little mask not me
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That's the way a girl should be
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In a consumer society
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My existence is illusive
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The kind that is supported
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By mechanical resources
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My existence is illusive
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The kind that is supported
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By mechanical resources
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I wanna be insta-matic
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I wanna be a frozen pea
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I wanna be dehydrated
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In a consumer society
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In a consumer society
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In a consumer society
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***************************** T H E E N D *******************************
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Typed By: Richard Singer <wk03814@worldlink.com>
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********************** C E M E T A R Y G A T E S ************************
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by P A N T E R A
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Album: "Cowboys from Hell"
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The Reverend he turned to me
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Without a tear in his eyes It's nothing new for him to see
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I didn't ask him why
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I will remember
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The love our souls had sworn to make
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Now I watch the falling rain
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All my mind can see
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Now is your (face)
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Well I guess
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You took my youth
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I gave it all away
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Like the birth of a
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New found joy
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This love would end in rage
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And when she died
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I couldn't cry
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The pride within my soul
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You left me incomplete
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All alone as the
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Memories now unfold
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Believe the word
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I will unlock my door
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And pass the
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Cemetary Gates
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Sometimes when I'm alone
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I wonder aloud
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If you're watching over me
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Some place far abound
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I must reverse my life
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I can't live in the past
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Then set my soul free
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Belong to me at last
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Through all those
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Complex years
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I thought I was alone
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I didn't care to look around
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And make this world my own
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And when she died
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I should've cried and spared myself some pain...
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Left me incomplete
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All alone as the memories still remain
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The way we were
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The chance to save my soul
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And my concern is now in vain
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Believe the word
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I will unlock my door
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And pass the cemetary gates.
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***************************** T H E E N D *******************************
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Typed By: Bill Northrup <pioneer@cjbbs.com>
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******************** F L A M I N G T E L E P A T H S ********************
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by B L U E O Y S T E R C U L T
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Album: "Secret Treaties"
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Well I've opened up my veins too many times
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And the poison's in my heart and in my mind
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Poison's in my bloodstream, poison's in my pride
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I'm after rebellion, I'll settle for lies
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Is it any wonder that my mind's on fire
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Imprisoned by the thoughts of what you do
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Is it any wonder that the joke's an iron
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And the jokes on you
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Experiments that failed too many times
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Transformations that were too hard to find
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Poison's in my bloodstream, poison's in my pride
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I'm after rebellion, I'll settle for lies
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Yes I know the secrets of the iron and mind
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They're trinity acts a mineral fire
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Yes I know the secrets of the circuitry mind
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It's a flaming wonder telepath
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Well I've opened up my veins too many times
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And the poison's in my heart and in my mind
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Poison's in my bloodstream, poison's in my pride
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I'm after rebellion, I'll settle for lies
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Is it any wonder that my mind's on fire
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Imprisoned by the thoughts of what you do
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Is it any wonder that the joke's an iron
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And the jokes on you
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And the joke's on you ...
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**************************** T H E E N D ********************************
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Typed by: Cobalt Raven <gebhart-hnt1@kaman.com>
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****************************** J U N K H E A D ****************************
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by A L I C E I N C H A I N S
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Album: "Dirt"
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A good night, the best in a long time
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A new friend turned me on to an old favorite
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Nothing better than a dealer who's high
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Be high, convince them to buy
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What's my drug of choice?
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Well, what have you got?
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I don't go broke
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And I do it a lot
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Seems so sick to the hypocrite norm
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Running their boring drills
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But we are an elite race of our own
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The stoners, junkies, and freaks
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Are you happy? I am, man.
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Content and fully aware
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Money, status, nothing to me
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'Cause your life is empty and bare
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You can't understand a user's mind
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But try, with your books and degrees
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If you let yourself go and opened your mind
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I'll bet you'd be doing like me
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And it ain't so bad
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Say, I do it a lot!
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Say, I do it a lot!
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Say, I do it a lot!
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Say, I do it a lot!
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Typed by: Cobalt Raven <gebhart-hnt1@kaman.com>
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*************************** F O R C E F E D *****************************
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by P R E C I O U S D E A T H
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Album: "Southpaw"
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Eyes wide open, feed on every line
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Every picture, every word
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The cut so deep and razor fine
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And is it any wonder
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That what I hate is what I seek?
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When blood becomes the common scene
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When heart is hard and flesh is weak?
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And I will not be lied or denied
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I will not accept, respect or bow to..
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Everything you give is everything you take
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And I don't even think
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That I know how to.
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Turn around and walk
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Into the death that was my life
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Or maybe life that was my death
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And I may be your human target
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But only 'til my final breath.
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Force fed
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Exploited 'til dead
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Force fed
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Misguided 'til dead
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Crush the soul and fill the hole
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With any substitute to take the place
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Far away
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>From sacrifice and grace
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Eyes wide open and
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I'm blind, blind, blind
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Smoke from your lips to
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Take my vision
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Blood from the sun to make me shine.
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***************************** T H E E N D *******************************
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Typed By: Phil Powell <metalhed@cap.gwu.edu>
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[ Editor -- Ok people, I just want to mention that this is my FAVORITE
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Metallica song of ALL TIME... it ranks as one of my all time favorite songs
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ever, truly a master piece, but of course, the without the music, how could
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you tell? :-) ]
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******************* T H E F O U R H O R S E M E N *********************
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by M E T A L L I C A
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Album: "Kill 'Em All"
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By the last breath of the fourth winds blow
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Better raise your ears
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The sound of hooves knocks at your door
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Lock up your wife and children now
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It's time to wield the blade
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For now you have got some company
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The Horsemen are drawing nearer
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On the leather steeds they ride
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They have come to take your life
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On through the dead of night
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With the four Horsemen ride
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or choose your fate and die
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You have been dying since the day
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You were born
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You know it has all been planned
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The quartet of deliverance rides
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A sinner once a sinner twice
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No need for confession now
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Cause now you have got the fight of your life
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The Horsemen are drawing nearer
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On the leather steeds they ride
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They have come to take your life
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On through the dead of night
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With the four Horsemen ride
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or choose your fate and die
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Time
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has taken its toll on you
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The lines that crack your face
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Famine
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Your body it has torn through
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Withered in every place
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Pestilence
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For what you have had to endure
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And what you have put others through
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Death
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Deliverance for you for sure
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There is nothing you can do
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So gather round young warriors now
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and saddle up your steeds
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Killing scores with demon swords
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Now is the death of doers of wrong
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Swing the judgement hammer down
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Safely inside armor blood guts and sweat
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The Horsemen are drawing nearer
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On the leather steeds they ride
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They have come to take your life
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On through the dead of night
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With the four Horsemen ride
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or choose your fate and die
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***************************** T H E E N D *******************************
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Typed By: Gregory Smith <GS6368@ALBNYVMS.bitnet>
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[ Editor -- If you are offended by the swearing in this song, then you do
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not deserve to be a Loud Lyrix subscriber. Remember, it's just a song. ]
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*************************** S T I G M A T A *******************************
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by M I N I S T R Y
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Album: "Land of Rape and Honey"
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You ran out of lies!
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You ran out of lies! Lies!
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Stronger than reason, stronger than life
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The only truth I know is the look in your eyes
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The look in your eyes!
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Just like a car crash, just like a knife
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My favorite weapon is the look in your eyes
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You ran out of lies!
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You ran out of life!
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You ran out of lies!
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Get out of my life!
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And I'm chewing on glass and tasting my fingers
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I'm not the one who's run out of lies, lies!
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You ran out of life!
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You ran out of time!
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Judging my faith and walking on splinters
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I lost my soul to the look in your eyes
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Your eyes! You ran out of lies!
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Ran out of time...
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Stigmata! You ran out of lies!
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Oh, you have empty eyes! (yes)
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Oh, you have empty lies! (yes)
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They told me nothing
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Nothing but lies!
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Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!
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Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
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Fuck me! Fuck me!
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Fuck you! Fuck you!
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Fuck everyone! Fuck the church!
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Fuck Jesus! Fuck Mary!
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Fuck the Jews! Fuck the Buddhists!
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Fuck the Hindus! Fuck George Bush!
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Fuck his ugly wife! Fuck Tipper Gore!
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Fuck everyone! Fuck Gorbachev!
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Fuck Noriega! Fuck all these assholes!
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Fuck you! Fuck me! Fuck all of you!
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Stigmata! Stigmata! Stigmata! Stigmata!
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They told me nothing but lies!
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Lies! Lies! Lies! Lies!
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**************************** T H E E N D ********************************
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Typed by: Bill Northrup <pioneer@cjbbs.com>
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[ Editor -- Ok dudes, here is one song that I want EVERYONE to comment on,
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it's by Sepultura, a Brasilian Death Metal band (if you didn't know), I
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think this song has an excellent message, and it pretty much explains why
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they had "Kill the Cops" and "Pig-Proof" on their speakers at their
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concert!... but still, I believe that their hatred is justified, if this
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story is any indication of the behavior of Brasilian cops. ]
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**************************** M A N I F E S T ******************************
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by S E P U L T U R A
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Album: "Chaos A.D."
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Friday, October 2nd, 1992
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Chaos has descended in "Carandiru,"
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The biggest penitentiary complex in
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South America
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Over a hundred inmates dead and
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Hundreds injured on the massacre
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The police arrived with helicopters
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And over two hundred armed forces
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They took the jailblock
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Called
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"Pavihao Nove"
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And opened fire on the
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Inmates in a Holocaust, method of
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Annihilation, the government of the city
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Of Sao Paulo cannot control
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The brutality of its police
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Holocaust, body piles
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Confrontation, mutilation
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Discipline, ignorance
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Conflagration, torture
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Over eighty percent of the inmates were
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Not sentenced yet, the bodies were filled
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With bullets and bites from the police dogs
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The police try to hide the massacre saying
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There were only eight deaths
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The violence of Brasilian cops is very well
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Known outside of Brazil, this kind of
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Extermination is a method that they use to
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Get rid of the over population in the jails
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The violence of the cops left the whole
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Pavillion destroyed after the rebellion
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"Pavihao Nove" (Pavihao 9)
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Whew! That's it! .... if any of you are interested in how long it takes for
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me to put together an issue of Loud Lyrix.... it usually takes me 10 to 20
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minutes to put all the songs together, and type up my editorials and
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stuff, but first I have to format the songs the way you see them, and that
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is a very tedious job... but enough boredom... have a good week everyone,
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I hope your Easter was enjoyable, and don't forget about the LISTSERV
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thing, I BADLY need one to hook up with, so please help me out.
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C-ya!
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