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Seven Nation Army - (The White Stripes)

I'm gonna fight 'em all
A 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 the message coming from my eyes
Says leave it alone

Don't want to hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell

And if I catch it coming back my way
I'm gonna serve it to you
And that aint what you want to hear
But thats what I'll do
And the feeling coming from my bones
Says find a home

I'm going to Wichita
Far from this opera for evermore
I'm gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding
Right before the lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will sing no more
And the stains coming from my blood
Tell me go back home

A Crimson Rose and a Gin Tonic - (From Katamari)

Pending . . .

Somewhere Over The Rainbow - (From "The Wizard of Oz")

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby

Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true

Some day I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemondrops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can't I?
Some day I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemondrops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I?

The Highwayman - (Loreena McKennitt)

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor
And the highwayman came riding, riding, riding,
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark innyard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize tonight,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by the moonlight, watch for me by the moonlight,
I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way.

He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand
But she loosened her hair in the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of the perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet waves in the moonlight!)
He tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.

He did not come at the dawning; he did not come at noon,
And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching, marching, marching
King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.

They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at the casement, with muskets at their side!
there was death at every window, hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through the casement,
The road that he would ride.

They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They had bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"now keep good watch!" And they kissed her.
She heard the dead man say
"Look for me by the moonlight, watch for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way!"

She twisted her hands behind her, but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled by like years!
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight, cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!

Tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horses hoofs ring clear
Tlot-tlot, in the distance! Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding, riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming!
She stood up straight and still!

Tlot in the frosty silence! Tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment! She drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight, her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him with her death.

He turned; he spurred to the west; he did not know she stood
bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it; his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter, the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

And back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were the spurs in the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
when they shot him down on the highway, down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.

Still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon, tossed upon the cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding, riding, riding,
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

Shiro to Kuro (White to Black) - (Sakurai Takahiro)

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Eternal Ring - [In Japanese] - (Morikawa Toshiyuki)

Genre: J-Pop

*Hanaretemo musubareteru yuujouto fukai aiwa
Inorito iu kubikazarini
Niteru towano [1] ringu

Ano hi arasou higa moeteita
Subete kogashi tsukuseru made,
Chikarawo kisoouto shite

Onaji namidawo kokoroni tamete,
Sono honoowo keshita katta
Nakunowo kinjirare temo

Sukitooru aoi hoshiwa
Michibikino hikari sosoideru
Imamo tonarini kono munenimo
Omoiwa ikitsuzuketeru

Tokiwo koe katachiwo kae
Arasoiwa mada yamanai
Ayamachiwo tomeru monowa
Yahari, chikara nanoka?

* Repeat

Kazeni fukarete kawaita machide
Mamoru monowo mitsukerareta
Sorewo shiawaseto omou

Sunda hitomide mata warattane
Shukufuku sare, umaretanda
Doremo tokubetsuna inochi

Nobashita yubide kisekiwo
Yumede sekaiwo kiyomete kure
(Kako) no negaiwo takusu (mirai)
Yasuragino hiwo tomosou

Tokiwo koe yobareru tabi
Mewo agete eriwo tadasu
Sono koewa, nante iudarou
(Ima) wo susumu bokuwo

* Repeat

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Eternal Ring - [In English] - (Morikawa Toshiyuki)

* Even if apart we are connected, the friendship and deep-love are
To the necklace that is called a prayer
Resembles an eternal ring

That day we fought the fire was burning
Until everything was burned down,
Trying to emulate my powers

With the same tears in my heart I collected,
I wanted to extinguish that fire
Even if I was forbidden to shed a tear

The transparent blue star is
Emitting the light to guide us
Even now next to me, to this heart as well
The thought continues to live within me

Crossing the time, changing its shape
The strife still does not end
In order to end the mistakes
Is power, truly what we need?

*Repeat

Blown in the wind, at the dry town
I was able to find the one to protect
I believe that is what is called happiness

With clear eyes, you laughed again
Being blessed, I was born
Every life is special

With the extended finger, a miracle
Please purify my dream world
The (future) entrusted with the (past) wishes
Let's light the fire of tranquility

Crossing the time, each time I'm called
I raise my eyes and fix my collar
I wonder what you call that voice?
The me, that moves onward (now)

* Repeat