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[Sminja]

I'm gonna fight em off,
a seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off,
Taking their time right behind my back
And I'm talking to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
And a message coming from my eyes
Says leave it alone

[Fellfrosch]

Happy Death Day to you.
I know you're flying in the blue.
We'll be together real soon now, baby, don't you worry.
Papa's got a brand new body bag for you.

[The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers]

field mice, head lice, spiders in the kitchen. Don't think twice 'bout whatever keeps you itchin'. Ice water, flyswatter, gonna get you through the day

[The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers]

I kew a man, his brain so small
He couldn't think of nothing at all.
He's not the same as you and me.
He doesn't dig poetry. He's so unhip that
When you say Dylan, he thinks you're talking about Dylan Thomas,
whoever he was.
The man ain't got no culture,
But it's alright, ma,
everybody must get soned.

Simon and Garfunkel, "A Simple Desultory Philippic (Or How I was Robert McNamara'd into Submission)"

a song I find delightfully ironic because on the one hand, it's talking about what awful things the contemporary culture is doing to the youth, and spends half a verse making fun of Bob Dylan. But on the other, the whole tune smacks of a Bob Dylan tune in the vein of "Like a Rolling Stone" "Stuck inside of Mobile Witht he Memphis Blues Again." heh.

[Mad Dr Jeffe]

Sticks and stones
blood and bones,
Go lock your door,
I'm strong I'm sure,
I'm big and tall,
you're not, you're small,
Cause 13 years of fighting tears are over,
are over,


Cause I'm Jack, the giant killer,
I'm Jack, the giant killer.


Don't make believe
Don't move, don't breathe,
Don't laugh at me,
Do you see me,
I'll knock you down
I'll break your crown
Yesterday I was afraid but that's over,
yeah that's over.


Cause I'm Jack, the giant killer,
I'm Jack, the giant killer.


Daddy says there's nothing here,
Daddy tells me not to fear,
but Daddy's not what he appears,
There be giants here,
There be giants here.

[The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers]

But their response it didn't thrill us
They locked the doors and tried to kill us

[Sminja]

But their response it didn't thrill us
They locked the doors and tried to kill us

...and we escaped from bad gas...
and met Jar Jar and Boss Nass...

[Mad Dr Jeffe]

and Jar-Jar spat out a warning
in the words that he was forming
and Jar-Jar said Yousa gonna hate me and Lucas's gonna get some calls,
and fans will brawl,
amid the sounds of Gungans.

[Mistress of Darkness]

"Coffee Pickles! way outsell the dill."

[Mad Dr Jeffe]

Beat on the brat
Beat on the brat
Beat on the brat with a baseball bat
Oh yeah, oh yeah, uh-oh.
What can you do?
What can you do?
With a brat like that always on your back
What can you do? (lose?)

[Fellfrosch]

The roads you didn't take go through rocky ground--don't they?
The choices that you make aren't all that grim.
The things I'll never see still will be around--won't they?
The man I'll never be...who remembers him?

[Mad Dr Jeffe]

Hear that lonesome whippoorwill,
He sounds too blue to fly.
The midnight train is whining low,
I'm so lonesome I could cry.
I've never seen a night so long
When time goes crawling by.
The moon just went behind a cloud
To hide its face and cry.

Did you ever see a robin weep,
When leaves began to die?
That means he's lost the will to live,
I'm so lonesome I could cry.

The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky.
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry.

[The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers]

I put on a fake smile / and start the evening show
the public is laughing / I guess by now they know
So climb from your high horse / and pull this freak show down
Dear Madam Barnum, I resign as clown

You said I was the master of all i surveyed / but now I'm sweeping up
the last line in your circus parade

Children are clapping / as I fall to the floor
My heart torn and broken / and they just scream for more
I'f I'm not the sole fool / who pulls his trousers down
Then dear Madam Barnum, I resign as clown.

[House of Mustard]

He said "Which is the hippies and which is the dogs?"
I said, "Beats the hell outta me, Roy."

[Maxwell]

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you cry
I think I thought I saw you try