A judicial executioner is a person who carries out a death sentence ordered by the state or other legal authority, which was known in feudal terminology as high justice.
The executioner was usually presented with a warrant authorizing or ordering him to execute the sentence. The warrant protects the executioner from the charge of murder. Common terms for executioners derived from forms of capital punishment—though they often also performed other physical punishments—include hangman (hanging) and headsman (beheading). In the military the role of executioner was usually performed by a soldier, such as the provost. A common stereotype of an executioner is a hooded medieval or absolutist executioner.
While this task can be an occasional one, it can be carried out in the line of more general duty by an officer of the court, the police, prison staff, or even the military. A special case is the tradition of the Roman fustuarium, continued in forms of running the gauntlet, where the culprit receives his punishment from the hands of the comrades his crime has gravely harmed, e.g. for failing in vital sentinel duty or stealing from a ship's limited food supply.
Heinrich Luitpold Himmler (pronounced [ˈhaɪnʁɪç ˈluˑɪtˌpɔlt ˈhɪmlɐ] ( listen) 7 October 1900 – 23 May 1945) was Reichsführer of the Schutzstaffel (SS), a military commander, and a leading member of the Nazi Party (NSDAP). As Chief of the German Police and the Minister of the Interior from 1943, Himmler oversaw all internal and external police and security forces, including the Gestapo (Secret State Police). Serving as Reichsführer and later as Commander of the Replacement (Home) Army and General Plenipotentiary for the entire Reich's administration (Generalbevollmächtigter für die Verwaltung), Himmler was one of the most powerful men in Nazi Germany and one of the persons most directly responsible for the Holocaust.
As overseer of the concentration camps, extermination camps, and Einsatzgruppen (literally: task forces, often used as death squads operating to the rear of frontline troops to murder Jews, communists and 'untermensch' in occupied territories), Himmler coordinated the killing of some six million Jews, between 200,000 and 500,000 Roma, many prisoners of war, and possibly another three to four million Poles, as well as other groups whom the Nazis deemed unworthy to live, including people with physical and mental disabilities, Jehovah's Witnesses, members of the Confessing Church, and homosexuals. Shortly before the end of the war, he offered to surrender both Germany and himself to the Western Allies if he were spared prosecution. After being arrested by British forces on 22 May 1945, he committed suicide the following day before he could be questioned.
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Executioner Pierrepoint 2006
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Plot
Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, born in the stench of eighteenth century Paris, develops a superior olfactory sense, which he uses to create the world's finest perfumes. His work, however, takes a dark turn as he tries to preserve scents in the search for the ultimate perfume.
Keywords: 1700s, 1730s, 1740s, 18th-century, accidental-killing, angel, apple, baby-boy, bad-smell, bare-breasts
He lived to find beauty. He killed to possess it.
Based on the best-selling novel
Enter an intoxicating world of passion, obsession and murder
Obsession can cause the unthinkable.
Antoine Richis: [to his daughter] Last night I dreamt you were dead
Antoine Richis: [to his daughter] Whatever his insane scheme is... it will surely be incomplete without you
Jean-Baptiste Grenouille: I can make Amour and Psyche for you. Now.::Giuseppe Baldini: And you think I'd just let you sop around in my laboratory? With essential oils that are worth are fortune?::Jean-Baptiste Grenouille: Yes.::Giuseppe Baldini: Pay attention! What's your name, anyway?::Jean-Baptiste Grenouille: Jean-Baptiste Grenouille.::Giuseppe Baldini: Well, Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, you will have the opportunity now to prove yourself. And your grandoise failure will also be a lesson in humility.::Jean-Baptiste Grenouille: How much do you want me to make?::Giuseppe Baldini: How much of what?::Jean-Baptiste Grenouille: How much Amour and Psyche do you want me to make? Shall I fill this flask? [He picks up a large jar]::Giuseppe Baldini: No, you shall not! You may fill this one. [He hands Grenouille a small bottle]::Jean-Baptiste Grenouille: Yes, Master.
Jean-Baptiste Grenouille: That's a really good perfume. [he holds the bottle out to Baldini, who turns away] Don't you want to smell it, Master?::Giuseppe Baldini: I'm not in the mood to test it now. I have other things on my mind.::Jean-Baptiste Grenouille: But Master...::Giuseppe Baldini: Go! Now!::Jean-Baptiste Grenouille: Can I come to work for you, Master, can I?::Giuseppe Baldini: Let me think about it.::Jean-Baptiste Grenouille: Master! I have to learn how to keep smell.
Laura Richis: Papa, what's the matter?::Antoine Richis: We're going home. Now.::Laura Richis: But why? I'm enjoying myself.::Antoine Richis: Don't argue with me, Laura! [he starts to drag Laura away]::Laura Richis: Stop it! I'm grown up! [Antoine slaps her. She runs away from him]::Antoine Richis: [chasing after her] Laura! Laura!
Narrator: In the period of which we speak, there reigned in the cities a stench barely conceivable to us modern men and women. Naturally, the stench was foulest in Paris, for Paris was the largest city in Europe. And nowhere in Paris was that stench more profoundly repugnant than in the city's fish-market. It was here then, on the most putrid spot in the whole kingdom, that Jean-Baptiste Grenouille was born on the 17th of July, 1738. It was his mothers fifth birth, she delivered them all here under her fish-stand, and all had been stillbirths or semi-stillbirths. And by evening the whole mess had been shoveled away with the fish-guts into the river. It would be much the same today, but then... Jean-Baptiste chose differently.
Antoine Richis: Forgive me... my son.
Executioner: He's innocent!
Various: He's an angel!
Giuseppe Baldini: Because it's a legend, you numbskull.
Plot
Prejudice, perfidy, love, and bravery in Québec. In 1779, a priest on his deathbed receives a young woman. Flash back 20 years: Marie-Loup, an herb-dispensing peasant, falls for François, a man of property. The priest's perfidy and the treachery of a soldier separate the lovers and set in motion a chain of events leading to a death, a trial, and an execution. The action unfolds against a backdrop of England's take-over of French-Canada, the Church's manipulations to maintain spiritual hegemony, and the limited rights of woman and indigenous peoples. Watching it all is Marie-Loup's daughter, named France, who, when grown, is the dying priest's visitor in prelude and coda.
Keywords: 1750s, 1760s, 18th-century, acadian, adult-illiteracy, assault, attempted-rape, battle, battlefield, bear-trap
Rise. Unite. Fight.
Plot
Joseph K. awakes one morning, to find two strange men in his room, telling him he has been arrested. Joseph is not told what he is charged with, and despite being "arrested," is allowed to remain free and go to work. But despite the strange nature of his arrest, Joseph soon learns that his trial, however odd, is very real, and tries desperately to spare himself from the court's judgement.
Keywords: arrest, based-on-novel, based-on-unfinished-work, bureaucrat, confusion, courtroom, criminal, czech-republic, independent-film, kafka-esque
Let Yourself Believe that Once Upon A Time Good Prevailed Where Evil Existed and Puppets Walked Without Strings [us]
Plot
France, 1648: Richelieu and Louis XIII are dead, the new king is a minor, and the Duc de Lavalle is in virtually open rebellion, scheming to seize power. As a last resort, Queen Anne summons the heirs of the original Musketeers to her aid...including Claire, daughter of Athos, who when she chooses can miraculously pass as a boy, and wields as fine a sword as any. All their skills will be needed for a battle against increasing odds. One for all and all for one!
Keywords: 1600s, arms-tied-overhead, bare-chested-male, bare-chested-male-bondage, based-on-novel, boy, branding-iron, chandelier, countess, duke
[first lines]::Narrator: The year 1648 was a grim one for France. With the death of the great Cardinal Richelieu, the strong hand holding the country together was gone. Terror and violence ruled as the power-hungry nobles plotted to gain control.
Soldier: [holding back his attack] I'll not fight with a lady.::Claire: [thrusting her rapier at the soldier] I'm no lady when I fight!
D'Artagnan: You sent for me, Mother?::Madame D'Artagnan: A messenger has just brought this, my son.::D'Artagnan: The Queen's ring!::Madame D'Artagnan: Her Majesty must be in great danger, else she would not have sent that.::D'Artagnan: Then I must go at once - for my father. Planchet, saddle my horse!
[D'Artagnan's mother has given her son her husband's famous sword]::D'Artagnan: My father's sword! Now I have a legend to live up to.::Madame D'Artagnan: Use it well and wisely.::D'Artagnan: I will use it as my father would have - with honor and in the Queen's name.
D'Artagnan: A moment, monsieurs. Why do you follow me?::Regent Guard: We do not follow you.::D'Artagnan: Then let me put it this way... why is it that I always seem to be a little ahead of you?::Second Regent's Guardsman at Fallen Tree: Perhaps it is because we happen to be going your way.::D'Artagnan: And which way is that, Monsieur?::Third Regent's Guardsman at Fallen Tree: Bordeaux.::D'Artagnan: Bordeaux? You lie! The road to Bordeaux is half a league back.::Regent Guard: Regent's Guards are not accustomed to being called liars!::D'Artagnan: And the King's Musketeer is not accustomed to being followed... by liars!
Old Porthos: Ah, it is useless. I had hoped to ride with you, but I cannot. Devil take this gout! And yet, young D'Artagnan and Aramis ride in their fathers' steeds.::Porthos: Then I shall ride for you!::Old Porthos: Then one for all!::D'Artagnan, Aramis, Porthos: One for all!::Old Porthos: And all for one!::D'Artagnan, Aramis, Porthos: All for one!::Old Porthos: Ride hard and fast, my lads!
[D'Artagnan has just rescued the Dauphin from the Duke de LaValle, who was holding the Prince hostage]::D'Artagnan: And now your Grace, hide behind your sword!
[last lines]::D'Artagnan: God bless the King!::The King's Musketeers: God bless the King!
Duc de Lavalle: [to D'Artagnan] You stood pain well, monsieur. Now we'll see how you can face death.
D'Artagnan: My father used to say: who hunts the eagle does not notice the sparrow.
Plot
Pete Johnson and Harvey D. Garvey, two inept magicians on tour in the Middle Eastern kingdom of Barabeeha, help disenfranchised young Prince Ramo regain his throne from his devious Uncle Nimativ, who uses two magical hypnotic rings and ruthless methods to maintain his power. By posing as Hollywood talent scouts the boys break out of a dank dungeon with a deranged derelict, evade palace guards, elude the palace executioner, and avoid detection in the forbidden royal harem.
Keywords: abbott-and-costello, acrobat, american-abroad, applause, arab, bullwhip, cafe, camel, campfire, caravan
A Show That Chases the Blues From Start to Finish!
Were You Ever In a Harem? WOW!
Music! Maidens! Merriment!
MEET THE SHEIKS IN NIGHTSHIRTS! (original print ad - all caps)
TWO ARABIAN KNIGHTS! (original print ad - all caps)
THEY'RE NUTTIER THAN EVER! (original print ad - all caps)
The Derelict: Pokomoko! Slowly I turn, step by step...
Harvey Garvey: Have you a reservation here?::Jailer and clerk: No.::Harvey Garvey: Then I have to take my business someplace else. [he starts to leave but is restrained by guards] I changed my mind. I'll take the room.::Jailer and clerk: What's your name?::Harvey Garvey: Harvey D. Garvey.::Jailer and clerk: Where born?::Harvey Garvey: Under a sink.::Jailer and clerk: How do you know?::Harvey Garvey: I heard the water runnin'.
Peter Johnson: You love her? [laughs derisively] Oh, come on, you wouldn't get to first base with a beautiful girl like that.::Harvey Garvey: Yes, I would.::Peter Johnson: Did you ever take a good look in the mirror?::Harvey Garvey: No.::Peter Johnson: Why not?::Harvey Garvey: Why should I hurt my own feelings?::Peter Johnson: Never mind!
Prince Ramo: [from inside his jail cell] Don't worry! I'll get you out!::Peter Johnson: [being locked up in a nearby cell] Who's gonna get YOU out?
Harvey Garvey: Do I have to especially go now?::Peter Johnson: You just split an infinitive!::Harvey Garvey: Well, I mean that... [feeling his own rear end] Does it show?
The Derelict: I know a secret passage that will take us out.::Harvey Garvey: Swell!::The Derelict: [to Harvey] Shhh!::Harvey Garvey: [to Pete] Shhh!::Peter Johnson: [whispering] Go ahead.::The Derelict: Follow me.::Peter Johnson: Go ahead - follow him.::Harvey Garvey: Okay.::Peter Johnson: [impatiently] Go ahead.::The Derelict: Where are you taking me?
The Derelict: Quiet! People will think you're crazy.::Harvey Garvey: Oh, and I suppose you're all right?::The Derelict: Of course!::Harvey Garvey: Of course?::The Derelict: I have a brother who is crazy - [screaming] but I'm all right!::Harvey Garvey: [gasping] Who told you?::The Derelict: My brother!::Harvey Garvey: That does it, brother!
The Derelict: Gentleman... He called me a gentleman! Thank you.::The Derelict: [to Pete] Thank you.::Peter Johnson: That's all right.::The Derelict: Those are the first kind words I've heard in years. You see i always haven;t been a derelict... [pointing to Harvey] like you!::Harvey Garvey: Hey, now, don't call me those kind of bad names.::The Derelict: Would you like to hear my story?::Harvey Garvey: No.::The Derelict: Very well, then I'll tell it to you.
Peter Johnson: We've got to outsmart Uncle Nimativ. You go in and outwit him.::Harvey Garvey: Why should I go out with him? I'm afraid of that man!::Peter Johnson: Not to go out with him. Go in and outwit him.::Harvey Garvey: Why should I go in and go out wth him? I mean, he don't appeal to me!
Plot
An elaborate adaptation of Dickens' classic tale of the French Revolution. Dissipated lawyer Sydney Carton defends emigre Charles Darnay from charges of spying against England. He becomes enamored of Darnay's fiancée, Lucie Manette, and agrees to help her save Darnay from the guillotine when he is captured by Revolutionaries in Paris.
Keywords: 1790s, 18th-century, assassination, based-on-novel, charles-dickens, dead-woman-on-floor, dead-woman-with-eyes-open, evil-woman, execution, father-daughter-relationship
The most dramatic love story in the history of literature!
The Immortal Story of Love and Intrigue During French Revolution!
Sydney Carton: It's a far, far better thing I do than I have ever done. It's a far, far better rest I go to than I have ever known.
[after Darnay is acquitted, Jarvis Lorry, Jr. shakes his hand]::Jarvis Lorry Jr.: My boy, never for a moment did I doubt your innocence.::Sydney Carton: So, Mr. Lorry, respectable men of business may speak to Mr. Darnay in public, now he's acquitted.::Jarvis Lorry Jr.: You have mentioned that before, sir. We men of business must think of the house we serve more than ourselves.::Sydney Carton: Yes, yes. Banking, of course, imposes its own restrictions and silences.::Jarvis Lorry Jr.: And, indeed, sir, I don't know that it is any of your business.::Sydney Carton: Oh, bless you, I have no business.::Jarvis Lorry Jr.: And if you had, sir, perhaps you would attend to it.::Sydney Carton: Lord love you, no I wouldn't!
C.J. Stryver: [in court] Mr. Barsad, have you ever been kicked?::Barsad: Certainly not.::C.J. Stryver: Come, come, Mr. Barsad, weren't you one time kicked downstairs?::Barsad: Well, once I was kicked at the top of the stairs, but I fell down the stairs of my own will and wolition.
Miss Pross: Mr. Carton, the infant has expressed a desire to say good night to you.::Sydney Carton: The infant's desire shall be gratified immediately, Prossy. [he goes]::Jarvis Lorry Jr.: I suppose it's none of my business, but I wouldn't allow that fellow to handle a child of mine.::Miss Pross: As to that, you haven't got one... and from the looks of you, you're not likely to have one.
[after the Marquis' coach runs over and kills a peasant child, he gets out of the coach and speaks to the onlookers]::Marquis St. Evremonde: It's extraordinary to me that you people cannot take care of yourselves and your children. One or the other of you is forever in the way. How do you know what injury you might do to my horses?
[the mercenary troops are marching through Paris]::Jacques ll6: How many thousands of these foreign soldiers are they bringing in?::Madame Defarge: It doesn't matter how many; it will do them no good.::The Vengeance: It will do them no good. Ha!::Madame Defarge: The starving people of Paris might wait a long time before rising up to fight French soldiers; but against hired, foreign troops... any day... any hour...::The Vengeance: Any minute!
Lucie Manette: You know, Sydney, sometimes it's the part of a friend to criticize, too.::Sydney Carton: Oh, when there's any hope of reformation, yes; but with me, it's hopeless.::Lucie Manette: I don't believe it. I refuse to believe it.::Sydney Carton: Oh, I admit that once when... when I first knew you, the sight of you and your home stirred old shadows that I thought had died out of me. I had unformed ideas of striving afresh, beginning anew, fighting out the abandoned fight. A dream that ended in nothing, but you inspired it.::Lucie Manette: Must it end in nothing?::Sydney Carton: I'm afraid so. But for that inspiration, and for that dream, I shall always be grateful to you, Lucie.::Lucie Manette: I feel in you still such possibilities.::Sydney Carton: No, they'll never be realized. I am like one who died young.::Lucie Manette: I'll never give up my hopes for you, Sydney. Never.::Sydney Carton: I know myself better. But, this I know, too: I would embrace any sacrifice for you and for those dear to you. Will you hold me in your mind as being ardent and sincere in this one thing? Think now and then that there is a man who would give his life to keep a life you love beside you?::Lucie Manette: Thank you, Sydney. God grant that it may never be necessary.
Title Card: Unheralded, Unexpected, Frenchmen in uniform joined Frenchmen in rags... and rebellion turned to revolution
Sydney Carton: Yours is a long life to look back on, Mr. Lorry?::Jarvis Lorry Jr.: I'm 78.::Sydney Carton: Long life... useful one.::Jarvis Lorry Jr.: A solitary bachelor - nobody would weep for me.::Sydney Carton: Wouldn't SHE weep for you? [refers to Lucie]::Jarvis Lorry Jr.: Yes, thank God. I didn't quite mean what I said.::Sydney Carton: It is a thing to thank God for, isn't it. Tell me, if you looked back on that long life and saw that you had gained neither love, gratitude nor respect of any human being... it would be a bitter reflection, wouldn't it?::Jarvis Lorry Jr.: Why yes, surely.
[Madame DeFarge has come looking for Lucie and the child. Miss Pross bars her way out]::Miss Pross: Oh no you don't!::Madame Defarge: Let me pass.::Miss Pross: Never! I know what you want. I know what you're after. And thank heaven I'm put here to stop you - for stop you I will!::Madame Defarge: In the name of the Republic...::Miss Pross: In the name of no one, you evil woman. You've killed many innocent people. No doubt you'll kill many more; but my ladybird you shall never touch.::Madame Defarge: No? Do you know who I am?::Miss Pross: You might - from your appearance - be the wife of Lucifer; yet you shall not get the better of me. I'm an Englishwoman! I'm your match!::Madame Defarge: Pig, get out of my way or I'll break you in pieces.::Miss Pross: Break away, then. I don't care an English tuppence for myself; but I know that the longer I keep you here... the greater hope there is for my ladybird.::[they fight]
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EXECUTIONER DORADA!! - BLACK OPS 2
don't wait up any longer
i'm not coming home
you know you're always stronger
when you're on you're own
you said the sweetest things
that's what you said
here's a relationship
with a gun to its head
i'm the executioner of love
our love has been found guilty
our love is turning bad
before i pass the sentence
have you anything to add?
it wasn't easy but
it wasn't fun
but when you start these things
see what you've done
you're the executioner of love
you're the executioner
your childhood is over
there's nowhere you can hide
there's nowhere you can hide
there's nowhere you can hide
it crawls towards you bleeding
begging for a kiss
even if you don't mean it
it's only just a kiss
i know how judas felt
but he got paid
i'm doing this for free
just like live aid
i'm the executioner of love
i'm the executioner of love
Feels like I've been tormenting youNothing I say could
ever feel true
when in fact I had the executioner
inside of me every time I was down
Morning has arrived I'm feeling so glued
Once upon a time I was in the mood
but these late nights and the early sunrise
kept me going on and on til I dropped
And then I stopped
We were winning it all we had to lean on
the trust from above that was so strong!
We never looked back in a so called hesitation
We were winning it all we had to lean on
the trust from above that was so strong!
We never looked back in a so called hesitation
Oh, it's true I'm in love with you!
Hell can wait a minute or two
But my chest can't take a second more
after seven years so I spoke to the girl I adore
Hey Mr, wake up! Your conscience is clean
A new day starting yesterday was a dream
so now take care of yourself you fool,
-Yes I will and I promise I will take care of you too
And that's the truth
We were winning it all we had to lean on
the trust from above that was so strong
we never looked back in a so called hesitation!
We were winning it all we had to lean on
the trust from above that was so strong
Thinking surface looking under
You want something look no further
Thinking hard but working in a small time
She was born in mid-town provincia
Down the road from Faust
Harper Lee said it's allowed
Mama wakes up raising money
In the back room speaking like a sonnet
Did it a suicide come?
Freak see-saw romance come
Peak time sure sign
She's here to serve it up
Like a dream
She's a waltz
Like I am
She's so soft
Raising fools and it's no wonder
What we have a care for we won't tear asunder
We offend but she won't suffer
She's like having heaven in your home
She's a dream
Like a waltz
She's a gas
She's so soft
Like a dream
She's a waltz
She's a man
She's so soft
You can suffer all your monies
Rose and me still love you honey
Could I face another day content that I was under
But if you go leave your soul home
She's so soft
She's so soft
Thinking surface looking under
You want something look no further
Break it down softly she won't murmur
She was thrown from big-town provincia
You get a suicide sun
People there are neither hip nor dumb
Peak time sure sign
She's here to serve it up
Like a dream
She's a waltz
Like a man
She's so soft
Could I face another day content that I was under
But if you go leave your soul to live in wonder
If you go leave your soul home
She's so soft, she defies the laws of line
She's so soft, she defies the laws of line
She's so soft, she defies the laws of line
(Allen, Gray)
Bass: Segs.
Backing Vocals: Gloria Robakowski and Vicky St James.
Congas: Jay Posner.
Clavinet: Drostan Madden.
Engineered: Drostan Madden, Simon Van Zwananberg, Guy Fixsen.
A thousand years of severed heads
Crashes down, you're about to kneel
Warrior cries deadened to silence
The sky turns black, your breath runs out
Beg for mercy - pray fro your life
For the evil mask will wait and say mass
Execute, execute, Executioner
Execute, execute, Executioner
Sacred hymns are heard by the dead
They'll save you from the blow of teh axe
The bells of Hell will call out your name
Long before your time can be saved
Rats and dogs will crawl from beneath
Waiting for death to fall like a stone
Execute, execute, Executioner
Execute, execute, Executioner
(SOLO)
Rotting flesh and scenes of horor
Screams in teh night, death takes its toll
Unleashed by demons urge
To kill and kill - his only will
Executed - one by one
This day - is Devil's play
Execute, execute, Executioner
My head's to the stone
The executioner's coming
My sins stand alone
Soon my blood will be running
Save my soul
From the path that awaits me
His blade will crack the stone
And darkness will wake me
Fight the dead
Or tomorrow they'll take you
Away to the hills
Where they laugh as they break you
Live in sin
And play with the damned
You'll fight with the beast, and eat at the feast, before you become a man
Shed the tears
Of the Angels who want you
Taste the fears
Of the devils who haunt you
Rape the dead
Make love to the living
They'll take all you have
Until you stop giving
Many times, the sound of the dead
Has rung through the hills, still rings through my head
Dry your eyes of the tears you're creating
Say goodbye, the hangman is waiting
Feel the end, ice to the bone
Life, a struggle, to meet the day,
When hatred leads life, to take away.
On a field, blood marks an appealing end,
A crimson carpet, in vain to defend.
Bathe in gore, fight, mass suffering
Love destruction, the pain it brings
The hell in my eye's, devoid of god.
To say war is pain, a sick facade.
Existence- life is done
Solution- murder on the run
I- have become
I fight, I die, I burn in this hell,
In front and in back of me, bodies tell.
Command, no mercy, to any breath,
Shoot to hate, so there is nothing left.
Inside death now, awaits now my soul,
Every hope of life lives in a bullet hole.
Spewing of emotion, the shock remains.
Lobotomized, Deranged
Bodies lie on a killing plane, six feet of earth,
Death's sewer drain.
Troops of hell, bread to kill,
Horror reigns, have your fill.
The price of war creeps on the strongest man,
Fire power in any hand.
Ammunition on my dinner plate,
Thinking surface looking under
You want something look no further
Thinking hard but working in a small time
She was born in mid-town provincia
Down the road from Faust
Harper Lee said it's allowed
Mama wakes up raising money
In the back room speaking like a sonnet
Did it a suicide come?
Freak see-saw romance come
Peak time sure sign
She's here to serve it up
Like a dream
She's a waltz
Like I am
She's so soft
Raising fools and it's no wonder
What we have a care for we won't tear asunder
We offend but she won't suffer
She's like having heaven in your home
She's a dream
Like a waltz
She's a gas
She's so soft
Like a dream
She's a waltz
She's a man
She's so soft
You can suffer all your monies
Rose and me still love you honey
Could I face another day content that I was under
But if you go leave your soul home
She's so soft
She's so soft
Thinking surface looking under
You want something look no further
Break it down softly she won't murmur
She was thrown from big-town provincia
You get a suicide sun
People there are neither hip nor dumb
Peak time sure sign
She's here to serve it up
Like a dream
She's a waltz
Like a man
She's so soft
Could I face another day content that I was under
But if you go leave your soul to live in wonder
If you go leave your soul home
She's so soft, she defies the laws of line
She's so soft, she defies the laws of line
She's so soft, she defies the laws of line
(Allen, Gray)
Bass: Segs.
Backing Vocals: Gloria Robakowski and Vicky St James.
Congas: Jay Posner.
Clavinet: Drostan Madden.
i was born and bred to kill. to execute at my king's will. i shit and eat and sleep death. i could not believe what they did to me... i still had a boner when we did it after three... oh!! what's haunting me in their beedy little eyes the reflection is of me. they brand me with an x to slice out life from flesh. i was born and bred to kill. the casket underneath is what i must fill... i will outlive the rest. their blood was mine. for him i feed, not the son of sam but demon seed. i still believe that i am drunk on speed. i'm a reflection of that bfg named steve. we are both cheap drunks and we like to smoke our weed. indeed i do what i feel doesn't please me!