Pain Of Salvation Lyrics
Pain Of Salvation Lyrics
"Dea Pecuniae Lyrics"
Take Care Of The Little Things Lyrics
Stranger livin' in my house I'm writing this letter to you There's a few odds and ends in my house that I neglected to do Take care of the little things I'm depending on you And love my sweet baby I neglected her too The garden I planted needs water the house needs paintin' outside The yard could stand a little mowin' each time that I pass by Take care of the little things I neglected to do And love my sweet baby I neglected her too A washing machine's out of water by the way the car payment's due As long as my roof's
Stranger livin' in my house I'm writing this letter to you There's a few odds and ends in my house that I neglected to do Take care of the little things I'm depending on you And love my sweet baby I neglected her too The garden I planted needs water the house needs paintin' outside The yard could stand a little mowin' each time that I pass by Take care of the little things I neglected to do And love my sweet baby I neglected her too A washing machine's out of water by the way the car payment's due As long as my roof's
Music, lyric and arrangements by Daniel Gildenl?w
I. Mr. Money
Miss Mediocraty:
”Hey there sweetie. Don't I know you? I swear I recognize your face... and those beautiful eyes... You know, they say the eyes are the doorway to ones soul... There's a smile. A little shy, aren't we? Hey, do you wanna get out of here
Mr. Money:
Hey Miss Mediocrity, gee, I'm sorry
You've seen me on TV, I'm Mr. Money
Now you want someone to hold you
And call when you're in town
Someone to calm you and confirm you
Well, I'm here...
...to let you down
‘Cause outside these sexy cars
And far from my trendy bars
Behind these smiles...
Miss Mediocraty:
"...maybe go someplace..."
Mr. Money:
...And sunscreen...
Miss Mediocraty:
"...more quiet, where we could... you know... talk!"
Mr. Money:
...And “Live the Dream!”s...
Miss Mediocraty:
"...and get to know each other..."
Mr. Money:
I am cold!
Miss Mediocraty:
"...no?"
Mr. Money:
And mean!
Miss Mediocra
Flower in the Sun ( in album Live at Winterland '68 ) Lyrics
Now please don't you think baby that I'm on the road to crime, yeah. You loved me, too, So how come you just sit there and laugh And laugh and laugh and laugh ? Things just happen this way Not for very long No no no no no no no no no no no no no no. Our love affair said it's just history. And I attempted to love you in my own way, I think that you know I did. But to have you here, to see you living, Oh so near to me, yeah. Oh but you're long distance and so it's still And so often people are glad t
ty:Now please don't you think baby that I'm on the road to crime, yeah. You loved me, too, So how come you just sit there and laugh And laugh and laugh and laugh ? Things just happen this way Not for very long No no no no no no no no no no no no no no. Our love affair said it's just history. And I attempted to love you in my own way, I think that you know I did. But to have you here, to see you living, Oh so near to me, yeah. Oh but you're long distance and so it's still And so often people are glad t
"How about a ride in that Bentley up front? It's yours isn't it? I'll be a good girl, I promise!
...or bad...
...whatever you like!”
Mr. Money:
Daily Finance – that's me in the Armani
Got
Three Mercedes 350, two Ferraris
I Could have bought a Third World country
With the riches that I've spent
But hey
All modern economics claim that I deserved
Every single cent
And the one time I'm the lesser half
Is when we split the tab
So here's to Friends, Family and Liberty, Genuinity, here's to Happiness, Success, Good Press, No Stress...
But most of all...
Here's to Me!
Here's to Me!
Here's to Me!
There will be nothing left...
So...
Here's to Me! (Dea Pecuniae: Oh baby, baby)
Here's to Me! (Dea Pecuniae: I'll take care of you)
Here's to Me!
There will be nothing left...
Nothing left...
...for you
Dea Pecuniae:
"If you're looking for fulfillment
A Kingdom and a Crown
A Paradise of Free Rides
I am here...
...to let you down
I'll get you the sexy cars
And a
Smiley Smile Lyrics
open up your eyes it's a smile brighten up your face smile awhile with me it's true i still believe in you...
taste of divinityopen up your eyes it's a smile brighten up your face smile awhile with me it's true i still believe in you...
A glimpse of the Stars
Immortality
But then Vanity
Will leave you dried and scarred
(Mr. Money: That's right, oh, give it to me!)
Here's to Me! (Mr. Money: Oh baby, baby)
Here's to Me! (Mr. Money: You'll take care of me)
Here's to Me!
To me"
II. Permanere
Mr. Money:
But then when it's silent
And the lights from the bars go down
I need comforting
'Cause somewhere there deep inside
Feelings of loss arise
And I hate to lose!
III: I Raise My Glass
They say it's lonely at the top
Then I'm as lonely as can be
But I am not too sorry
You see, I've chosen this company
I got myself a winning team
It's Me, Myself and I
You bet it's lonely at the top old friends
And I'm here today to tell you suckers why!
(Dea Pecuniae!)
Dea Pecuniae
Money rules...
They claim that I get paid for my big Responsibility
But hey, you know...
That is just a lame excuse
For my egocentricity
They say that we're really the same you and I
And I truly do agree
Yo
Tomorrow Lyrics
tomorrow tomorrow never comes what kind of a fool do they take me for tomorrow a resting place for bums a trap set in the slums but i know the score i won`t take no for an answer i was born to be a dancer now yeah tomorrow tomorrow as they say another working day and another chore tomorrow an awful price to pay i gave up yesterday and they still want more they are bound to compare me to Fred Astaire when i`m done yeah anyone who feels the rythm moving through knows it`s gon
u seetomorrow tomorrow never comes what kind of a fool do they take me for tomorrow a resting place for bums a trap set in the slums but i know the score i won`t take no for an answer i was born to be a dancer now yeah tomorrow tomorrow as they say another working day and another chore tomorrow an awful price to pay i gave up yesterday and they still want more they are bound to compare me to Fred Astaire when i`m done yeah anyone who feels the rythm moving through knows it`s gon
Just like me
You live for me
Until the day you die
And so I raise my glass to all of you who really believe that I get paid for my big responsibility
To all of you who suck it up and pay my debts
To all of you who think that my lifestyle does not affect the environment
Or the poverty
Well, maybe not more than marginally anyway
Good for you!
And you know what?
Here's to you...
And I raise my glass, to those of you who give their piece of the cake for free, for me to throw in the face of democracy
For those who help making solidarity ideologically untrendy
And charity individualistically idiotic, unsmart and characteristically bendy
I salute thee you poor bastards 'cause you all nod while I sit at your table
So let's raise our glasses one last time, to give you all the greatest recognition and credit of all times – cause after all, let's face it; that's the only "thank you" you will ever get
So come on now - raise your glasses!
Here's to YOU
There will be nothing left - no!
Nothing left...
...but money