"DESTROY ALL THAT WHICH IS EVIL, SO THAT WHICH IS GOOD MAY FLOURISH" citaat the boondock saints
’’And Shepards We Shall Be,
For Thee My Lord For Thee.
Power Hath Descended Forth From Thy Hand,
That Our Feet May Swiftly Carry Out Thy Command.
So We Shall Flow A River Fort To Thee,
And Teeming With Souls Shall It Ever Be.
In Numine Dei Patris.
It Filii...Spiritus Sancti.....Amen!’’
now let me tell you a story of a big ole' skinhead
on a tragic and fateful day
he put 10 cents in his pocket
kicked his wife and family
and went to ride on the m.b.t.a
Chorus
did he ever return,
no he never returned
and his fate is still unknown
he may ride forever 'neath the streets of boston
he's a skinhead who never returned
skinhead goes down to the kendall sq. station
and he changes for jamaica plain,
the conductor says skinhead i need a nickel,
skinhead (punches him in the brain)
now all night long skinhead drives through the station
wondering who can i go and see
can't afford to buy crack in chelsea
or a bundle in roxbury
skinhead's wife goes to the scully square station
everyday at quarter past two,
and through the open window she hands skinhead a grenade
as the train comes a rumbling through
now you citizens of boston
don't you think its a scandal
how the skinhead stole the train
what's the big fuckin' deal,
he'll work for beer
let the skinhead drive the fucking train
Le poison(absinth)
Le vin sait revêtir le plus sordide bouge
D'un luxe miraculeux,
Et fait surgir plus d'un portique fabuleux
Dans l'or de sa vapeur rouge,
Comme un soleil couchant dans un ciel nébuleux.
L'opium agrandit ce qui n'a pas de bornes,
Allonge l'illimité,
Approfondit le temps, creuse la volupté,
Et de plaisirs noirs et mornes
Remplit l'âme au delà de sa capacité.
Tout cela ne vaut pas le poison qui découle
De tes yeux, de tes yeux verts,
Lacs où mon âme tremble et se voit à l'envers...
Mes songes viennent en foule
Pour se désaltérer à ces gouffres amers.
Tout cela ne vaut pas le terrible prodige
De ta salive qui mord,
Qui plonge dans l'oubli mon âme sans remord,
Et, charriant le vertige,
La roule défaillante aux rives de la mort!
-- Charles Baudelaire, Spleen et idéal
Barroom Hero(dropkick murphys)
Face down in ther gutter won't admit defeat
though his clothes are soiled and black
he's a big strong man with a child's mind
don't you take his booze away
He's been it for years drinkin balls and beers
he's a hero to most he meets
Oi!Oi!Oi!
but inside he cries black swollen eyes
this man he sheds not tears
now his kids and wife sing a different tune
as they worry bout their daddy dying
but this arrogant fool breaks ever rule
It'll be nothing but pride that kills him
Refr.:
Could he listen no he won't that's all she wrote
he'll be dead before the daylight shines
but the though and prayers of a million
might keep this fool from dying
he's a legend in the bar with every scar
fights a thousand bigger men
now he fights and loses got all the bruises
will someone please step in
cause this Irish fool's got a great big heart
he keeps climbing back into the ring
in the fowdown circles where the holds
his court this man he once was king!
2x Refr.
he's a legend in the bar with every scar
fights a thousand bigger men
now he fights and loses got all the bruises
will someone please step in
cause this Irish fool's got a great big heart
he keeps climbing back into the ring
in the fowdown circles where the holds
his court this man he once was king!
2x Refr.
