Dungeons & Dragons

sorry an die Technoleute, die k?nnen hier leider nicht mitmachen k?nnen *how much is the fish - sing*

Who's gonna teach you how to dance?
Who's gonna show you how to fly?
Who's gonna call you on the lame-dope-smoking,
Slackin' little sucker you are?

Who's gonna get you from behind?
Who's gonna ring your little bell?
Who's gonna con you into buying a television set revolution they sell?

When are you gonna blow the game?
When are you gonna blow the screen?
When will you tell them that the crap doesn't last
And you found a way to make your own dreams

The crap doesn't last and you found a way to make yourself scream

Well I died a million times
And I picked my culture well
And I built myself a gate
They can all now go to hell

I'm never gonna work another day in my life
The gods told me to relax
They said I'm gonna be fixed up right
I'm never gonna work another day in my life
I'm way too busy powertripping
But I'm gonna shed you some light

Get down! [...]

Went out drinking late last night,
I had a blast.
But now the morning light has come
and kicked my ass.
[...]
I'll probably never drink again
I may not ever drink again
At least not til next weekend

Whity hat geschrieben: sorry an die Technoleute, die k?nnen hier leider nicht mitmachen k?nnen *how much is the fish - sing*

Wer wird Ihnen beibringen, wie man tanzt?
Wer wird Ihnen zeigen, wie man fliegt?
Wer wird Sie auf dem lame-Schmiere-Rauchen, kleinen Sauger Slackin anrufen ', den Sie sind?
Wer wird Sie von hinten erhalten?
Wer wird Ihre kleine Glocke schellen?
Wer steigt zum con Sie in das Kaufen einer Fernseherumdrehung ein, die sie verkaufen?
Wann werden Sie das Spiel durchbrennen?
Wann werden Sie den Schirm durchbrennen?

Wenn werden Sie erkl?ren sie da? d crap nicht dauern und Sie finden ein Weise zu bilden Ihr eigen Traum d crap nicht dauern und Sie finden ein Weise zu bilden selbst scream Brunnen ich sterben ein Million Zeit und ich ausw?hlen mein Kultur Brunnen und ich errichten mich ein Gatter sie k?nnen all jetzt gehen zu H?lle ich sein nie werden zu bearbeiten ein Tag in mein Leben d Gott erkl?ren mir zu entspannen sie sagen ich sein gehen zu sein regeln herauf Recht ich sein nie gehen zu arbeiten ein Tag in mein Leben ich sein Weise auch besch?ftigt powertripping aber ich sein gehen zu versch?tten Sie einig Licht erhalten unten! [... ]

Erlosch sp?tes gestern Abend Trinkens, ich hatte einen Knall. Aber jetzt ist das Morgenlicht gekommen meinen Esel treten. [... ] Ich trinke vermutlich nie wieder mich kann m?glicherweise nicht mindestens nicht bis folgendes Wochenende ?berhaupt wieder trinken

Dennis Leary - Asshole

I drive really slow,
In the ultra fast lane,
while people, behind me, are going insane.

I'm an asshole
(he's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole
(he's an asshole, such an asshole)

I use public toilets,
And I piss on the seats,
I walk around in the summer time,
Sayin' "How about this heat?"

Sometimes I park in handicaped spaces,
While handicaped People, make handicaped faces,
[...]
You know why?
'Cause we got the bombs, that's why.
Two words, Nuclear Fucking Weapons OK.
Russia, Germany, Romania,
They can have all the democracy they want.
They can have a big democracy cake,
[...]
John Wayne's not dead,
He's frozen.
And as soon as we find a cure for cancer, we're gonna thaw out the duke.
And he's gonna be pretty pissed off,
You know why?
Have you ever taken a cold shower?
Well multiply that by 15 million times,
That's how pissed off the duke's gonna be.

For just one day
I wanna break all regoulations,
because we all go the same way,
and we all pass the same stations.

For just one day
I wanna feel totally free,
no responsabilities,
just everything is O.K.

No desires,
just surviving is the key,
for just one day
I wanna ignore our senseless fate,
colours are victorious over the grey,
stop to get controlled by the state.

For just one day
I wanna forget the value of money and gold,
I wanna live my way
and lose my inhibition threshold

Now, that I'm here
breaking my relationship with time and space
watching my life through the milky glasses of a window
now it all becomes so clear
If I had the opportunity to smell
the enchanted wind of a spring flower
I would take a deep breathe
to relax
If I had the chance to get the tingling emotion
of warm white sea sand
slipping through my fingers
I would hold on to the feeling
If I could see the pure and carefree smile of a child
as the original nature of honesty
it would be so refreshing
being able to respond
If I could hear the greatest sound
the silence of forest in the early morning
just interrupted and up valued by the lonely call of a bird
I would answer
If I could have my body back
to be reloaded by a sip of crystal clear water
water which is not polluted by chemical industry
I could taste the freshness of the unspoiled nature
Now, that I'm here
breaking my relationship with time and space
watching my life through the clear glasses of a window
I get aware of the small things which are least the greatest
I left my life
my physical form of life behind
I realize my blunted and senseless way of life
I should have lived my life much more conscious

"The State Of The End Of The Millenium Adress"

Neighbours, nobody loves you like we do.
Neighbors, your government has triumphed in finally making you a public fit
for the 21st century.
Never before has a governing body shown so much concern for the economic
well-being of its subjects.
Today we have insulated you from countless factions who threathens your
financial viability; such as the poor; the idealistic foreigners still
clinging to their childish notions of social welfare; why, you're even kept
uninformed of useless propagandist journalism that reports alleged
violations of human rights (We all know they wouldn't have been punished if
they hadn't been doing something wrong!!). And who better to dispens such
blantently evident factoids but a self-appointed authority like myself?
Acid Rain is a thing of the past... Too many possible causes, too little
signifigance for our modern thinking public, besides industrial
manufacturing is at an all time low anyway, who needs those narrow minded
laborers anyway. Too many mouths to feed, and to many burden on the pay
roll! Who needs 'em? Here in the land of the free-time. Someother ass
back-ward country will give us what we need by exploiting its uneducated
children.
The Internet has expanded our ability to pacify average americans better
than ever by offering fantastical adventures to every corner of the
imagination. Your home office is the window to your world, and the heart of
your social life. Such reclusive behaviour helps clear the roads and public
works from overburden like the lower middle-class and others who depend
shamelessly on their government. Today you are freer than ever to do what
you want, provided you can pay for it!
Remeber, the first word in USA is US
We have arrived neighbours, we are the priviliged elite!

Johannes hat geschrieben:@ whity: ?bertreib es nicht. erwartest du, dass man das alles ins deutsche ?bersetzt?

Gary Jules - Mad World
And I find I kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had

I've walked through this life
Without feelings at all.
My destination -downfall
Downfall.

Time is slipping away,
always loosing a part of me.
There Is no happy end I see.

Life, life is a road
Going, going nowhere
And I, I was told
To find my way there.

But I'm still here
And now I don't fear
the end it's near
the end it's here.

How far will I go
Without friends?
Protective hands?
Without parents
Giving shelter?
Without a soul
Burning a hole in my mind!

System of a Down - Jet Pilot

wired where the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
one that smiled when he flew over the bay,
wired where the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
one that smiled when he flew over the bay.

my horse is a shackled old man,
his, his remorse, was that couldn't survey,
the skies, right before,
right before they went gray,
my horse and my remorse,
flying over a great bay

wired where the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
one that smiled when he flew over the bay,
wired where the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
one that smiled when he flew over the bay.

my, source, is is the source of all creation,
her, discourse, is that we all don't survey
the skies, right before,
right before they go gray,
my horse and my remorse,
flying over a great bay

wired where the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
one that smiled when he flew over the bay.