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Brzeg [bʐɛk] (former German name: Brieg) is a town in southwestern Poland with 38,496 inhabitants (2004), situated in Silesia in the Opole Voivodeship on the left bank of the Oder. It is the capital of Brzeg County.
Brzeg was in earlier documents referred to as Civitas Altae Ripae, meaning "city at high banks" of the Oder (Odra) river; its name is derived from the Polish Brzeg (shore).
The town received municipal rights in 1250 from the Wrocław Duke Henry III the White, and was fortified in 1297. From 1311-1675 Brzeg was the capital of a Lower Silesian duchy (Duchy of Brzeg) ruled by the Piast dynasty, a branch of the dukes of Lower Silesia, one of whom built a castle in 1341. Much of Silesia was part of the Kingdom of Bohemia during the Middle Ages. The town was burned by the Hussites in 1428 and soon afterwards rebuilt.
In 1595 Brieg was again fortified by Joachim Frederick of Brieg and Liegnitz. In the Thirty Years' War it suffered greatly; in the War of the Austrian Succession it was heavily bombarded by the Prussian forces; and in 1807 it was captured by Napoleon's army. When Bohemia fell to the Habsburg Monarchy of Austria in 1526, the town fell under the overlordship of the Habsburgs in their roles of Kings of Bohemia, although it was still ruled locally by the Silesian Piasts. Upon the extinction of the last duke George William of Legnica in 1675, Brieg came under the direct rule of the Habsburgs.
If we were nude
Would we have freedom
Would it be so rude
Or is there a reason
And if we all stripped
Wouldn't it be revealing
Wouldn't have to be hip
And you could see what I'm feeling
Do you prefer tapered jeans or bellbottoms
Tiny shirts and ladies' skirts
Backwards caps and baggy slacks
White sneakers and ties with vests
It's not fair
I can't grow that bushy hair
Last year you were the hip-hop queen
And now you're on the rock and roll team
The truth is I don't understand
Just wanna show you who I really am
Under the clothes we wear
Under the clothes we wear
I'll meet you there
If I could talk
To you in the shower
Would you have style
And would you still have your power
And if I wore preppy shirts and cargo pants
White makeup and safety pins
Skater shorts and football pads
Just like Abercrombie ads
What can I do
I can't afford to impress you
Last week you were the dancing queen
Now you're all about the indie queen
Why is everything so fake
Are we really in the groups we make
Under the clothes we wear
Under the clothes we wear
I'll meet you there
My aunt Frieda
She dresses exactly like her friends
I suspect it never ends
If we could shed this phony skin
Then maybe you would see me
Under the clothes we wear
I'll meet you there
Under the clothes we wear
Under the clothes we wear
I'll meet you there
Under the clothes we wear
Under the clothes we wear
I'll meet you there