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November 28 "Dea Pecuniae. . ."7. Dea Pecuniae. . .
[I. Mr. Money]
[Miss Mediocraty:]
"Hey there sweetie. Don't I know you? I swear I recognize your face... and those beautiful eyes... You know, they say the eyes are the doorway to ones soul... There's a smile. A little shy, aren't we? Hey, do you wanna get out of here [Mr. Money:]
Hey Miss Mediocrity, gee, I'm sorry You've seen me on TV, I'm Mr. Money Now you want someone to hold you And call when you're in town Someone to calm you and confirm you Well, I'm here... ...to let you down 'Cause outside these sexy cars And far from my trendy bars Behind these smiles... [Miss Mediocraty:]
"...maybe go someplace..." [Mr. Money:]
...And sunscreen... [Miss Mediocraty:]
"...more quiet, where we could... you know... talk!" [Mr. Money:]
...And "Live the Dream!"s... [Miss Mediocraty:]
"...and get to know each other..." [Mr. Money:]
I am cold! [Miss Mediocraty:]
"...no?" [Mr. Money:]
And mean! [Miss Mediocraty:]
"How about a ride in that Bentley up front? It's yours isn't it? I'll be a good girl, I promise! ...or bad... ...whatever you like!" [Mr. Money:]
Daily Finance - that's me in the Armani Got Three Mercedes 350, two Ferraris I Could have bought a Third World country With the riches that I've spent But hey All modern economics claim that I deserved Every single cent And the one time I'm the lesser half Is when we split the tab So here's to Friends, Family and Liberty, Genuinity, here's to Happiness, Success, Good Press, No Stress... But most of all... Here's to Me!
Here's to Me! Here's to Me! There will be nothing left... So... Here's to Me! ([Dea Pecuniae:] Oh baby, baby) Here's to Me! ([Dea Pecuniae:] I'll take care of you) Here's to Me! There will be nothing left... Nothing left... ...for you [Dea Pecuniae:]
"If you're looking for fulfillment A Kingdom and a Crown A Paradise of Free Rides I am here... ...to let you down I'll get you the sexy cars And a taste of divinity A glimpse of the Stars Immortality But then Vanity Will leave you dried and scarred ([Mr. Money:] That's right, oh, give it to me!)
Here's to Me! ([Mr. Money:] Oh baby, baby)
Here's to Me! ([Mr. Money:] You'll take care of me) Here's to Me! To me" [II. Permanere]
[Mr. Money:]
But then when it's silent And the lights from the bars go down I need comforting 'Cause somewhere there deep inside Feelings of loss arise And I hate to lose! [III: I Raise My Glass]
They say it's lonely at the top
Then I'm as lonely as can be But I am not too sorry You see, I've chosen this company I got myself a winning team It's Me, Myself and I You bet it's lonely at the top old friends And I'm here today to tell you suckers why! (Dea Pecuniae!) Dea Pecuniae Money rules... They claim that I get paid for my big Responsibility But hey, you know... That is just a lame excuse For my egocentricity They say that we're really the same you and I And I truly do agree You see Just like me You live for me Until the day you die And so I raise my glass to all of you who really believe that I get paid for my big responsibility To all of you who suck it up and pay my debts To all of you who think that my lifestyle does not affect the environment Or the poverty Well, maybe not more than marginally anyway Good for you! And you know what? Here's to you... And I raise my glass, to those of you who give their piece of the cake for free, for me to throw in the face of democracy For those who help making solidarity ideologically untrendy And charity individualistically idiotic, unsmart and characteristically bendy I salute thee you poor bastards 'cause you all nod while I sit at your table So let's raise our glasses one last time, to give you all the greatest recognition and credit of all times - cause after all, let's face it; that's the only "thank you" you will ever get So come on now - raise your glasses! Here's to YOU There will be nothing left - no! Nothing left... ...but money * November 26 "Nauticus. . ."6. Nauticus. . .
[drifting]
Oh Lord
Oh Lord Won't you hear a sinner's prayer Oh Lord Oh Lord
Oh Lord Won't you help me find the way When I'm lost and lead astray Oh Lord Mmm...
Oh Lord
Oh Lord Won't you help me to stay humble Oh Lord Oh Lord
Oh Lord Won't you help me be an ocean Help me bend to stay unbroken Oh Lord Mmm...
Save me, I'm drifting
H elp me, I'm drifting Oh Lord...
Oh Lord... Oh Lord [Mr.Money:]
- OK alright baby, the love of my life [Girl:]
- Are you referring to me... or the car? [Mr. Money:]
- Oh, please honey, what do you think? - Now, Cindy... [Girl:]
- Sandra [Mr Money:]
- Yeah, of course. Now, as I see it, we've got two natural choices here. So, what do you say? Either I drive and you can give me some good head while I'm watching the road... [Girl:]
- What? [Mr. Money:]
- Well, somebody's gotta watch the road honey... - ...or... YOU can drive this baby - ...oh, but only if you're good at handling the stick of course... [Girl:]
- But... this is an automatic? [Mr. Money:]
- ...rrrright! [Girl:]
- Is that some sort of sick joke? [Mr. Money:]
- What? [Girl:]
- ... "natural choices" my ass! [Mr. Money:]
- Well, that's a third choise I didn't think about... [Girl:]
- You son of a...! [Mr. Money:]
- Take it easy baby! - No sweat... it was only a joke, alright? [Girl:]
- Alright [Mr. Money:]
- ... I mean, of COURSE I was joking... - ... I would NEVER let you drive my car! * November 18 "Lilium Cruentus. . ."5. Lilium Cruentus
[(Deus Nova) On The Loss Of Innocence]
[A Scene in Brown and Yellow:]
At first I don't know why your presence fills me with unease Though I've missed you more than Life itself I freeze It's like you've been lost and now you're glad to see my face But as you sit down my confusion turns to distress Not knowing how to let you know that you are Dead (I wake up sweating) They tell me you are better off
Where you are now Well, I don't care They tell me that your pain is gone Where you are now Well, you left it here See, I need to be strong Need to be brave I need to put faith in something How could I live on Not hoping we will meet Again? [A Scene in White and Grey:]
Under the icon's weight the old thoughts lay Under the cross so still and pale The flowers usher the stale breath of Death away And someone tries to sing But the bird of song has lost its wings Now it twitches Rips the stitches of a chest where tears are torn And where all loss begins Life seems too small when Death takes its toll
I need something to blame for this pain [A Scene in Amber - Flawed:]
And have you ever had that dream Where one you love passes away? And you wake up crying to a world Where she's long since gone But you feel the pain So close As if she'd died today But I need to be strong I need to be brave I need to put faith in something How could I live on Not hoping we will meet Again Some day? Earth to Earth, Dust to Dust
A verse we know too well Like a nursery rhyme Just in reverse 'Cause we are all the little tin man With hearts like little tin cans And as we line them down with tears Over the years They inevitably turn To rust Life seems too small when Death takes its toll
I need something to blame for this pain I try, I fail, I fall, like anyone you know I break, I bleed, like anyone you know [A Scene in Blood on White:]
Where the linen's changed just for tonight And somehow we beat her to this sight This ghostly room of Exit That she enters by the flicker of candle light And in her breast A desert storm is taking form An old thirst that can never be quenched or killed Sweeps over the cold Broken but thousandfold "My Love!" * |
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