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this is the sound of your brain it smells like rotten elvis
this is the sound of your brain this rollin' record sounds helpless
this is the sound of your brain you're looking like a rapeman
this is the sound of your brain I'll come to kill your ideal
system overload... systems overload
hear the sound of my brain you are a yesterdays loser
hear the sound of my brain I see a fucking seducer
hear the sound of my brain or ask your yellowed jukebox
hear the sound of my brain with oldest records from rock-hogs
system overload... systems overload
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Pit shaft wheels turn for the last time
In the Rhondda tonight
The Davey lamps that shone so brightly
There's no more need for their light
As the last piece of coal is cut
From the belly of the black seamed hole
A man walks home alone
Past a church full of mourning souls
Throughout his lifetime he has fought
He has given his life
In tears the congregation sing
Cwm Rhondda Oh my Lord
Great is the rape of the fair country
To Botany Bay for my Great Grandfathers
Deportation sailed
Great so great is the fair country
GREAT IS THE NEED FOR A NE
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Matin solitaire
Soleil ⌦ㄲã¬n l'envers
Mes jours s'endorment
Quand tu t'en vas
Murs de ma maison
Pour seul horizon
Un vide é–šorme
Tombe sur moi
Le temps qui balance
Entre deux silences
Le t閘閜hone
Ne ré–œond pas
Lonely morning
The sun on the wrong side
My days drag on (Lit.: my days drop off to sleep)
When you leave
Walls of
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Through boughs and leaves and stone on ground.
I feel a prescence of evil, a silent sound...
A village old, pillaged and raped,
houses rotten or burnt...
Here are signs of battles of old...
Raided for their virgins and gold...
From cometh this evil air?
This pressing warning of danger?
Mayhaps the folk whom once lived here
are now cursing this place, and all who behold?
And evil place once lovely and fair...
Its garden are grey now, and sad voices haunt the village...
Houses rotten, fallen roofs... Winds gushing through...
I wonder who rap
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