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This reflects my mood today... Hurrah to the great British weather!

I've been washed down the sink of your conscience
In the theater of your love I lost my part
And now you say you've got me out of your conscience
I've been flushed from the bathroom of your heart

Johnny Cash - Flushed From the Bathroom of Your Heart

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Ozzy osbourne taken from the ultimate sin album

I hear you breathing though
You're so far away
Can you just go where you're
Going to
I couldn't give a damn or two
About a fool like you
That's true
Are you just too cool no
You're just perfectly cold
And what goes around still
Comes around
I think it's all summed up and
Down in a fool like you
That's true
Today is just another day
You hold your ticket into
Nowhere
It's up to you if you will stay
And turn your day into a
Nightmare
You think you know it you think
You know it all
But you don't even have a clue
And control is still in view for
A fool like you
That's true
Is there a reason for the way
That you are
Or does it just come naturally
To have an idiosyncrasy and be
A fool like you
That's true
You're hearing what you want
To hear
Misunderstanding all you see
An attitude in all of us
Is it really you and me
He's hiding residing deep within
The crowd
A hand out he'll pull you down
You've been found guilty
Committed every crime
But still they say you must go
Free
Looks like haunted i will be by a fool like you
Fool like you
That's true
By a fool like you by a fool like
You
Looks like haunted i will be by a
Fool like you
That's true
By a fool like you by a fool like
You
Looks like you by a fool like
You
Looks like haunted i will be by a
Fool like you
That's true

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"Still falls the rain,the veils of darkness shroud the blackened trees,
which, contorted by some unseen violence,shed their tired leaves,
and bend their boughs toward a gray earth of severed bird wings.
Among the grasses, poppies bleed before a gesticulating death,
and young rabbits, born dead in traps,stand motionless,
as though guarding the silence that surrounds and threatens to engulf
all those that would listen. Mute birds, tired of repeating yesterdays
terrors,huddle together in the recesses of dark corners, heads turned from the dead, black swan
that floats upturned in a small pool in the hollow.
There emerges from this pool a faint,sensual mist,that traces
its way upwards to caress the feet of the headless martyr's statue
whose only achievement was to die too soon,and who couldn't wait to loose. The cataract of darkness forms fully,the long black night begins,
yet still by the lake a young girl waits.
Unseeing she believes herself unseen,
she smiles faintly at the distant tolling bell, and the still falling rain."

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Black sabbath War Pigs 

Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Oh lord yeah!

Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor

Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait 'til their judgement day comes
Yeah!

Now in darkness world stops turning
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more war pigs have the power
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of judgement, God is calling
On their knees the war pig's crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan laughing spreads his wings
Oh lord yeah!

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Pilot -January.
 
January
sick and tired you've been hanging on me
You make me sad with your eyes
you're telling me lies
Don't go
don't go
January
don't be cold
Don't be angry to me. You make me sad
come and see.
Oh
January
don't go
don't go.
Life gets me higher
I can show
I can go
I can wake up the world.
Little world gotta know you
gotta show you.
Sun
like a fire
Carry on
don't be gone
Bring me out of my home
sweet home
Gotta know me
gotta show me
You've been facing the world
You've been chasing the world.
January
sick and tired you've been hanging on me . . .
Time
it's a flyer
Sunny days
fly away
English summers are gone.
So long
gotta go up
gotta grow up.

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