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From: lyrix@terranet.cts.com ("G. Filicetti")
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Subject: Loud Lyrix #8
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Loud Lyrix, May 10, 1994, Issue # 8
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Addresses (Send mail here for subscriptions)
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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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Editor-in-Chief: Death Incarnate (Gino Filicetti) <death@terranet.cts.com>
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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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Loud Lyrix is posted weekly to the following newsgroups:
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alt.music
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alt.zines
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rec.music.misc
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rec.music.reviews
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(BTW. The Editor does not have Usenet access, so all mail from Usenet
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people should be send to one of the above addresses or else I will not see
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it. Thank You.)
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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, #8, 5/10/94
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I'm back people, this week fortunately, I finished all the shitty school
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work I had a little early, so I had more time to work on the 'zine, I hope
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you guys like it better this week, just for a little comparison, last
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week's issue took about 20 minutes to put together, this week's took about
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2 hours.
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Ok, as you may have noticed, last week we started posting the 'zine to
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newsgroups. I did post a little warning to each group telling 'em that Loud
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Lyrix was about to invade them, and to tell me if they didn't want us xtra
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kewl 'bangers around... three newsgroups did indeed reject us, they were
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the HARDCORE, INDUSTRIAL and ALTERNATIVE groups... well, I willingly
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complied with their demands, and quietly exited. Not that I really care
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about these groups, but I did receive some flames for the posting.. and I
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REALLY told 'em where to fucking go, flaming me like idiots.. God.. I mean,
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what do these people want! I fucking went to the trouble of typing up a
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warning, and I still get flamed... oh well, fuck 'em! I've always thought
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that the fans of those three genre's in particular are usually major
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assholes.. I don't wanna offend anyone, 'cause I know we have a few of you
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in our ranks of readers, but most of these fans that I've had contact with,
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have always hated metal for no reason in particular, or for some dumb ass
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reason like.. "huh huh huh, how can you take guys in lipstick seriously?"
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Fuck man.. that's what I really hate... these fuckers are just so outta
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touch with modern Heavy Metal that it's not funny.. anyways.. to all you
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industrialer's and alternative dudes that are reading this, I'm sorry, but
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just the plain fact that you are subscribed to Loud Lyrix proves that you
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are beyond the level of these sub-humans... thank you for showing some
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intelligence.
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Ok, enough of this nastiness... I have some good news for you all. Loud
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Lyrix is now under consideration by the owner of a LISTSERV to be included
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on it. I was able to find a local Toronto site for us, and it'll be a
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dream come true if we are indeed accepted... I hope that we are. Anyways
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if we do get on this LISTSERV, there may be chance that all of you may
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have to resubscribe to the 'zine, if there is any other possible way to
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circumvent this situation, I will definitely try and find it, but if not,
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I just wanna warn you all now, but don't worry, how hard is it to
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subscribe to a LISTSERV?
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All right people, I'm just about done talking, or typing as the situation
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is, I just wanna tell you all to keep on the look up for some good Usenet
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newsgroups for me to start posting to. I'll humor any suggestion, as long
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as it's sane.. just check 'em out for me ok? 'Cause I don't have Usenet
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access, and I only post the 'zine using the Usenet-by-mail service at
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decwrl.dec.com... Ok then guys.. here it is.. our longest Loud Lyrix ever
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to make up for last week, clocking in at an unprecedented 713 lines!!
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((Sorry about the delay this week, I don't know what the hell
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is wrong with my internet feed site, something is definately
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screwed up... I doubt you guyz will even get this issue!))
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CONTENTS
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Song 1: "Two Little Girls" ("The Eye", Chapter 4) by King Diamond
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Song 2: "Into The Convent" ("The Eye", Chapter 5) by King Diamond
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Song 3: "Sober" by Tool
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Song 4: "Angel of Death" by Slayer
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Song 5: "Thrust!" by White Zombie
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Song 6: "I Saw Your Mommy...." by Suicidal Tendencies
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Song 7: "The Day the World Turned Dayglo" by X-Ray Spex
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Song 8: "Peek And Enjoy" by Crash <st910591@pip.cc.brandeis.edu>
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Song 9: "The Fire Still Burns" by Twisted Sister
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Song 10: "Skulls" by The Misfits
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[Editor -- I just wanna say sorry for forgetting to include a Chapter of
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Kind Diamond's "The Eye" last week in the 'zine. It just completely
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slipped my mind, I was in a MAJOR rush to finish the 'zine anyways.. but
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don't despair... here's TWO chapters from "The Eye" just to make up for my
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mistake]
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Chapter 4, "The Eye", by King Diamond
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********************* T W O L I T T L E G I R L S *********************
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One little girl with dirty fingers
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Playing with her broken doll
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As the other girl is lying
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Digging deep into the ground
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They seem to play an evil game
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A game that doesn't have a name
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Both of them are in the ashes
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At the stake where witches burn!
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If only they could see beyond, the ground they played on
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The girls are laughing still, they think they're having fun
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They should be far away, watching the sun go down
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One little girl picked up a necklace
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>From the ashes of the witches
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It had wings, and then the other
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Cried out loud, "Now let me have it!!!"
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The other looked without a sigh
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Right into the witch's Eye
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The kind of horror that she saw
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Made her choke for ever more!
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I wish they could have seen, beyond the ground they played on
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They would be laughing still, having the best of fun
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They would be far away, watching the sun go down
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********************** T O B E C O N T I N U E D **********************
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Typed by: Death Incarnate
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Chapter 5, "The Eye", by King Diamond
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********************* I N T O T H E C O N V E N T *********************
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Madeleine is running away from herself
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Afraid of the shame, she's crying out for help
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To be clean again!
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No one cared and no one ever will
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Her feelings were not shared, she wants to break the spell
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and she's going.....
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Into the convent, a smile on her face
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Into the darkness to hide all her sins
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Wondering what could go wrong in this place
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Father David:
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"Welcome Sister, I'm your Chaplain
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Down on your knees, and pray if you please
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In this convent I'm your Master
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Kiss my Cross now, dearest Sister
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In the Name of..."
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Madeleine is running away from herself
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As father David said: "At communion you must be undressed"
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Why did she go?!
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Into the convent, a smile on her face
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Into the darkness to hide all her sins
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Wondering what could go wrong in this place
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Father David:
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"Come along Sister Madeleine
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Unfold your wildest dreams, it's time to join and sing
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Let the feast begin"
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That night she awoke to find "The Eye"
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On the stone cold floor, Why?, She never ever would know why
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But she put it on
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Next day Father David passed away
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At communion time
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Why, he never ever would know why
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But he looked at "The Eye"
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The Eye of the necklace is taking it's toll
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Inside the convent a soul will rejoice
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********************* T O B E C O N T I N U E D **********************
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Typed by: Death Incarnate
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[Editor -- Ok dudes.. I hope you are getting the story.. Madeleine is the
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little girl from the last Chapter who killed the other little girl with the
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necklace.. that event has haunted her.. and she goes to a convent to escape
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herself.. but the priest is a nut case, he rapes the sisters at communion,
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then the Eye appears and she unconsciously puts it on and kills the Priest
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when he looks at it... and the sisters rejoice... but the joy is
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premature.... hahahahaha.. until the next chapter dudes... goodbye!]
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******************************* S O B E R *********************************
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by T O O L
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Album: "Undertow"
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There's a shadow just behind me. Shrouding every step I take.
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Making every promise empty. Pointing every finger at me.
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Waiting like a stalking butler, who upon the finger rests.
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Murder now the path of must we, just because the son has come.
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Jesus, won't you fucking whistle. Something but the past and time?
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Why can't we not be sober? I just want to start this over.
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Why can't we drink forever? I just want to start this over.
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I am just a worthless liar. I am just an imbecile.
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I will only complicate you. Trust in me and fall as well.
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I will find a center in you. I will chew it up and leave.
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I will work to elevate you, just enough to bring you down.
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Mother Mary, won't you whisper. Something but the past and time?
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Why can't we not be sober? I just want to start this over.
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Why can't we sleep forever? I just want to start this over.
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I am just a worthless liar. I am just an imbecile.
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I will only complicate you. Trust in me and fall as well.
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I will find a center in you. I will chew it up and leave.
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Trust me...
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Why can't we not be sober. I just want to start things over.
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Why can't we sleep forever. I just want to start this over.
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I want what I want...
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Typed by: Lyrics Archive at ftp.uwp.edu
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[Editor -- This song is one of my all time favorite songs. I love the way
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it talks about the Holocaust, and Joseph Mengele is particular, who is of
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course, "The Angel of Death". I remember, once in English class, we were
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supposed to right a poem about the Holocaust, and I thought... SHIT! If I
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could just remember the words, I'd write down Angel of Death. Too bad, I
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would've liked to see the shock of my teacher when I recited it to the
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class out loud! Muuuhahahaha]
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********************** A N G E L O F D E A T H ************************
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by S L A Y E R
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Album: "Reign in Blood"
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Auschwitz, the meaning of pain
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The why that I want you to die
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Slow death, immense decay
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Showers that cleanse you of your life
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Forced in
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Like cattle
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You run
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Stripped of
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Your life's worth
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Human mice, for the Angel of Death
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Four hundred thousand more to die
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Angel of Death
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Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
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Sadistic, surgeon of demise
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Sadist of the noblest blood
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Destroying, without mercy
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To benefit the Aryan race
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Surgery, with no anesthesia
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Fell the knife pierce you intensely
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Inferior, no use to mankind
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Strapped down screaming out to die
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Angel of Death
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Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
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Infamous butcher,
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Angel of Death
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Pumped with fluid, inside your brain
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Pressure in your skull begins pushing through your eyes
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Burning flesh, drips away
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Test of heat burns your skin, your mind starts to boil
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Frigid cold, cracks your limbs
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How long can you last
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In this frozen water burial?
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Sewn together, joining heads
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Just a matter of time
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'Til you rip yourselves apart
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Millions laid out in their
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Crowded tombs
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Sickening ways to achieve
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The holocaust
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Seas of blood, bury life
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Smell your death as it burns
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Deep inside of you
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Abacinate, eyes that bleed
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Praying for the end of
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Your wide awake nightmare
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Wings of pain, reach out for you
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His face of death staring down,
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Your blood running cold
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Injecting cells, dying eyes
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Feeding on the screams of
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The mutants he's creating
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Pathetic harmless victims
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Left to die
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Rancid Angel of Death
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Flying free
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Angel of Death
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Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
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Infamous butcher,
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Angel of Death
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Angel of Death!
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***************************** T H E E N D *******************************
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Typed By: Lyrics Archive at ftp.uwp.edu
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[Editor -- I LOVE putting in White Zombie songs just for the hell of it
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once and awhile. They are one of the coolest bands around, but their words
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are TOTALLY meaningless, and if you listened to the music, you probably
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wouldn't really care, 'cause the words were picked to go with the groove
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of the music... At least, that's what I think... hehehe.. enjoy!]
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***************************** T H R U S T ! ******************************
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by W H I T E Z O M B I E
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Album: "La Sexorcisto: Devil Music Vol 1"
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Thrust in deep there are no limitations
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Wing shaped constellations everywhere now
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Creep, babe, creep your life's like a suicide
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And I said "I'm gonna ride it"
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She don't care now, yeah! Maybe
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The night ride gonna bleed, yeah! Maybe
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This is what ch'all need!
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Sink'n deep into your destination dig the demolition everywhere, now
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Creep, babe, creep into your ring o' fire
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Burned out on the wire
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She don't care now, yeah! Maybe
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The night ride gonna bleed, yeah! Maybe
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This is what ch'all need!
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Open the darkness an hour later to the minute (moment)
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Move under the guilty she went deep into the corner
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Snap dog city hypnotize and break the mercury
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Rig test, oil inject freak hallucination
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Shot through the backdoor
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Buzz a whirling locomotion west straight to another
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Through the sea of love, life on the line
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Still in time, you will find "She has gone away"
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Don't ask way, super sky
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Live or die, "She has gone away."
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Figure this, no more, sis-spanish kiss
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"She has gone away."
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Thrust into a diamond generation
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Dexceleration everywhere
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Up from hell a missile to the moon and zero to the 3 and 4 and 5 and
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Yeah! Maybe
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This is what y'all need!
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How fast can you really move me come on, come on, come on, come on, yeah!
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A ritual electro-nation, yow!
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Typed by: Death Incarnate
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[Editor -- Wow! I seem to be commenting on every song.. oh well... this
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song here shocked me the first time I heard it. I immediately took a
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liking to it... it's so funny, and sick... true genius!]
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***************** I S A W Y O U R M O M M Y . . . *******************
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by S U I C I D A L T E N D E N C I E S
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Album: "Suicide's An Alternative"
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Yesterday, as I went out of the house
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I saw a body lying down quiet as a mouse
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Lying face down in the sewer
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I got up closer and realized that I knew her
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All her organs coming from her inside
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Slashed up skin sliced up hide
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Turned over and saw the tire tracks on her head
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That's when I realized she was dead
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I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead
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I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead
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Twisted body chopped off feet
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Her body was minced meat
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Bugs crawling on her arms
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She's dead, can't do no harm
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Gnarled up legs, broken and bent
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Her last breath has been spent
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I wonder, how much would I pay
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To get your mom killed in such a bloody way
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I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead
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I watched her as she bled
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Chewed off toes on her chopped off feet
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I took a picture cuz I thought it looked neat
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But the thing I liked seeing the best
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Was the rodents using her hair as a nest
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I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead
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I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead
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Twisted body chopped off feet
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Her body was minced meat
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Bugs crawling on her arms
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She's dead, can't do no harm
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Gnarled up legs, broken and bent
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Her last breath has been spent
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I know, that she won't really be missed
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But make it look good at her funeral
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and giver her a little kiss
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I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead
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I saw her lying in a pool of red
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I think it's the greatest thing I'll ever see
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Your dead mommy right in front of me
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I'll always remember her lying dead on the floor
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I hope she dies twenty times more
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I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead
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I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead
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Twisted body chopped off feet
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Her body was minced meat
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Bugs crawling on her arms
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She's dead, can't do no harm
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Gnarled up legs, broken and bent
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Her last breath has been spent
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I wonder, how much would I pay
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To get your mom killed in such a bloody way
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Transcribed by: ThinLizzy
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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
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[Editor - just to let everyone know, we aren't as strict as you think about
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posting ONLY heavy metal lyrics in Loud Lyrix, as long as you don't expect
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us to print some pop or A/C songs, don't worry about the genre you send in,
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as long as it's funny or makes a statement, I'll probably put it in, it's
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always worth a shot to ask right?]
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***** T H E D A Y T H E W O R L D T U R N E D D A Y G L O *******
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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 clambered over mounds and mounds
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Of polystyrene foam
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Then fell into a swimming pool
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Filled with fairy snow
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[Chorus:]
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And watched the world turn
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Day-Glo you know you know
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The world turned day-glo you know
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I wrenched the nylon curtains back
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As far as they would go
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Then peered through perspex window panes
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At the acrylic road
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[Chorus]
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I drove my polypropylene car
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On wheels of sponge
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Then pulled into a Wimpy Bar
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To have a rubber bun
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[Chorus]
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The X-rays were penetrating
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Through the latex breeze
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Synthetic fibre see-thru leaves
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Fell from the rayon trees
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[Chorus]
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Typed By: Richard Singer <wk03814@worldlink.com>
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A note to the parody non-fans...the parodies I write are in no way meant to
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make a mockery of Metallica or their songs. I respect the guys' work as
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much as you. I just do it 'cause it's fun trying to come up with really
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funny stuff, 'cause lots of people *do* like 'em, and 'cause if my spirits
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are low, it helps lift 'em quite well! We're all here ta have some fuckin'
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fun, RIGHT?!?! -- Crash
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[Editor -- Right on Crash! I personally bust a gut every time I read a one
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of these parodies, and I hope you dudes out there like 'em too. Thanks to
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Kain for sending them in almost every week... let's hope these guys don't
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run out of ideas!]
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********************** P E E K A N D E N J O Y ************************
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by C R A S H
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Album: "{None}"
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Always alone, every Saturday night
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Lookin' for *her* when her house is alight
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>From his window, sees it without fail
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All the looks on her face from her orgasmic wails!
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Fucking! Everywhere...
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Crying! Pulling hair...
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Coming! A thousand screams...
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Fucking! Everywhere...
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Crying! Pulling hair...
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COMING! A thousand screams!!
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Jerkin'! Peek and enjoy!! (4x)
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She's a sex machine, yeah that's her style...
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But she's got a man who can go the last mile!
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Tits they bounce, as she rides him quicker!
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She starts to buck her hips, he swigs his liquor!!
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Fucking! Everywhere...
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Crying! Pulling hair...
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Coming! A thousand screams...
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Fucking! Everywhere...
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Crying! Pulling hair...
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CUMMING! A thousand screams!!
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Jerkin'! Peek and enjoy!! (4x)
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Her climax has died, and she's sprawled on the floor.
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But *he's* just not fulfilled, he's always hungry for more!
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Soon they're up again and building speed...
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And he slows down his jerks, so he can follow her lead!
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Fucking! Everywhere
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Crying! Pulling hair...
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Coming! A thousand screams...
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Fucking! Everywhere...
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Crying! Pulling hair...
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CUMMING! A thousand screams!!
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Jerkin'! Peek and enjoy!! (4x)
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(End riffs)
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***************************** T H E E N D *******************************
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Typed by: Crash <st910591@pip.cc.brandeis.edu>
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Sent in by: Kain <kain@io.org>
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This band is one of my all time favourites and this track one of the most
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memorable for me - I used to sing it to myself after a break-up with a
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long-term girlfriend when I was thinking of the "other guy" {grind teeth,
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etc}. No, I never did manage to get him... -- John Breakwell
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**************** T H E F I R E S T I L L B U R N S ******************
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by T W I S T E D S I S T E R
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Album: "Come Out And Play"
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You thought it was gone
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But the fire goes on
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And I thought you knew me
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I told you before
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'Til I settle the score
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That I'll never run free
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I have enough pain and anger in my brain
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To last many lifetimes
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Yet still it grows, and the more that it shows
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I won't have peace of mind
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The fire, the fire still burns
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The fire, the fire still burns
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I have a dream
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And as strange as it seems
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There's no embers glowing
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The fire's gone out
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And there's no need to shout
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'cause no angers showing
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But it's not true, nothing I ever do
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Seems to ease my fury
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Get out of my way
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I'm the hangman today
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And the judge and jury
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The fire, the fire still burns
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The fire, the fire still burns
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The fire, the fire still burns ((repeat a lot))
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***************************** T H E E N D *******************************
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Typed by: John Breakwell <johnbrea@microsoft.com>
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Could you post the lyrics to The Exploited's "Punks Not Dead" please? -Chuck
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[Editor -- As I told Chuck, I looked, and looked, and I just couldn't find
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that song in any of the lyrics archives that I frequent, so maybe one of
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you dudes out there in readership land can help old Chucky out]
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****************************** S K U L L S ********************************
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by M I S F I T S
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Album: "Walk Among Us"
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Corpses all hang headless and limp
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Bodies with no surprises
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And the blood drains down like devil's rain
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We'll bathe tonight...
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I want your skulls
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I need your skulls
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Demon i am and face i peel
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To see skin turned inside out cause
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Gotta have you on my wall
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Gotta have you on my wall cause
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I want your skulls
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I need your skulls
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Collect the heads of little girls and put em on my wall
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Hack the heads off little girls and put em on my wall
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I want your skulls
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I need your skulls
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***************************** T H E E N D *******************************
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Typed by: Chuck <hazlett@twain.ucc.umass.edu>
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Ok dudes.. that's a wrap to Loud Lyrix #8, hope you all enjoyed it, I
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luckily had a little break from my "English Homework from Hell", so I made
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sure you guys all had a good solid Loud Lyrix to make up for last week's
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mediocre issue.
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But I have bad news yet.. next week, or the week after that, there MAY not
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be a Loud Lyrix.. I hope that I will find some time to piece together
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SOMETHING, but I can't guaranteed anything.. if I can, I will try and get
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one out, but it might be a couple days late, so don't worry about it, I
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thought it would be best to warn you all.
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Ok, that's it people... keep sending those submissions in, and in a couple
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of weeks, as soon as May is over, I will be FREE! No more essays and shit,
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and then we'll REALLY get this 'zine rocking!
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C-ya
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End -- Loud Lyrix #8
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