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Jerkatorium - 8-bit Love
03:27
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hey babe, I got a clever hack
that’s guaranteed to pop your stack
you know, I can help ya understand
all my eight bits are set
I’m not like any guy that you’ve ever met
I’m the operator, be my operand
one, two, four, eight
sixteen, thirty-two
sixty-four, one-twenty-eight
eight bit love
it's an eight bit love
it's at maximum
all bits are ones
This eight bit love
is commin' straight at you
this eight bit love
evaluates as true
I got 111111111 la-la-la-la love love love
hey babe, those other guys are jokes
with all their fumbling PEEKs and POKEs
you know, they don’t speak your native tongue
not now, but maybe sometime later
when love is stored in your accumulator
you will come to know that I'm the only one
REPEAT CHORUS 1
BRIDGE
they tell me we’re unhealthy
they tell me that I’m obsessed
they’re gonna try to take you away from me
when my mom & dad have you repossessed
and under house arrest
still got my 11111111 la-la-la-la-love
eight bit love, it’s an eight bit love
it’s at maximum it’s all ones
this eight bit love, my dad can not abide
when he yells at me to go outside
I scream 11111111 la-a-la-la love love love
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Leonardo Bonacci wrote a book, Liber Abaci
Back in Western Tuscany, in the 13th century
He discussed geometry he saw a symmetry
(That he applied to breeding bunnies)
Start with none, then you add a one
Add another one you get two
It's a Fibonacci sequence
Every number is the sum of the two before
Zero and 1 is 1, 1 and 1 is 2, 2 and 1 is 3, 3 and 2 is 5, 5 and 3 is 8
That's how you calculate a Fibonacci sequence
Now this discovery wasn't new you see
It was noted in biology
Expressed in trees in the number of leaves, and also ancestry
You can see a Fibonacci sequence in gastronomy
Just count the buds on a romanesco broccoli
It's a Fibonacci sequence
Foundation of the golden ratio here we go
Zero and 1 is 1, 1 and 1 is 2, 2 and 1 is 3, 3 and 2 is 5, 5 and 3 is 8
That's how you calculate a Fibonacci sequence
1) Fibonacci can be found in the symphonies of Debussy and Erik Satie
2) Golden ratio is crucial to the work of Mondrian, Dali and Da Vinci
3) Apply it to astronomy, see a spiral galaxy
4) Just take a look around you, I guarantee that you will see
A Fibonacci sequence
Foundation of the golden ratio
Zero and 1 is 1, 1 and 1 is 2, 2 and 1 is 3, 3 and 2 is 5, 5 and 3 is 8
That's how you calculate a Fibonacci sequence
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You got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 little fingers
And 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 little toes
Two eyes, two ears, but you only got one nose
There’s 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, pennies in a nickel
And five more in a dime
Ain’t it nice when life is simple
But that changes over time
Now you turned 13, 14, 15, 16
I can’t tell you anything
Well I can say it, but you won’t hear it
I guess you think I’m just muttering
You remember when life was simple
Wish you knew it’s simple still
CAn’t wait to see who you’re becoming
Like I know I will
So I Don’t Blink
Cause every little bit counts
I take it all in, And let it sink in
In large and small amounts
Now you’re 17,18,19, 20
Out in the world you go
You don’t look back
But I can’t stop watching
Life ain’t simple, don’tcha know
And I don’t blink
Cause every little bit counts
I take it all in and let it sink in
In large and small amounts
(but who’s counting)
I see you once in a while
And you’re twice the person I ever dreamed you’d be
You said three little words and off you go
To be happy for eternity
But you know life ain’t always that simple
Like your finding out
And now you got one of yer own
That you can teach to count
And they’ve got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 little fingers
And 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 little toes
Enjoy it while their life’s still simple
Cause that changes as they grow
And don’t blink
Cause every little bit counts
Take it all in and let it sink
In large and small amounts
And don’t blink
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i've got a list
of reasons why i love you
reason one is cause i'm always thinking of you
reason two is i've got nothing else to do
i'm lost and tired
i'm feeling wired
i cannot sleep because my heart's on fire
reasons that i love you
i'm counting
one, two, three to a million baby
the third item
that i wrote upon my list
is that feeling
every time we kiss, yeah
i feel so good
that i just don't know what to do
i want you to know
at number four
i got a couple hundred thousand
reasons more
reasons that i love you
i'm counting
one, two, three to a million baby
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How many singers has this song
Just one, just one
'cause nobody sang along
Badeladeleh dah da bah dah dadah
Badela dah dah ba dada, bah da bada bah dah
How many singers has this song
Now it’s two, true blue friends just harmonizing
Badeladeleh dah da da bah dadah...
Three can make a chord or another chord
That’s what three can do
Badeladeleh dah da da bah dadah...
How many listeners has this song
Only you
But nobody else can do it
Badeladeleh dah da da bah dadah...
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With no advantage, roll thirteen to hit
And three D-4s for damages or pray for a crit.
A two and two ones means I did barely shit
But that’s just how the game is played.
With my modifier, I hit for five,
I’ll be lucky if I make it out of this one alive
It’s five gold for a healing kit so try to survive
At least until the party gets paid.
Entrusting your life in seven little dice in
Varying amounts,
But no matter how you roll,
It’s having fun that counts.
It’s hard to keep track of how much everything weighs,
The conversion of electrum and How much a job pays
How long a turn takes and the time of the day,
Got me pulling out my hair
Numbers never really were my thing
But the DM’s been taking me under his wing,
If he handles the numbers, I can do my thing
And I trust that he is firm but fair.
Entrusting your life in seven little dice in
Varying amounts,
But no matter how you roll,
It’s having fun that counts.
Let’s see; 1,2,3,4,5, plus- wait, no
5,10, 15, 20 feet, then I go
2 times 3 plus this one then, I dunno.
1,2,3, so, I need one more d4 to throw
Entrusting your life in seven little dice in
Varying amounts,
But no matter how you roll,
It’s having fun that counts.
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Limerence
Verse 1
Watching at my window
All this time, all this time
See you walk in slo-mo
All this time, all this time
I feel so chemical
It’s tragicomical
If you want me let me know
All this time
Chorus (a friend intervenes)
Got to get it all together, man
Modern people, they don’t understand
This lovelorn creepy eccentricity
Take a shower and go take the air
Possibilities are everywhere
Give up your odd romantic OCD
Verse 2 (counting verse)
One hour goes so quickly
Two, it’s time for tea
Three hours seems a waking dream
Four hours, ecstasy
It feels near-criminal
Seduction subliminal
You and I can justify
All this time
Chorus (a friend intervenes)
(Chorus Counterpoint for the Protagonist)
I die every hour
I die at your feet
I die every hour
Lather rinse repeat
Verse 3 (more counting)
Five hours toes are tingling
Six hours sun has set
Seven hours fluids mingling
Upon this alphabet
I feel alchemical
Don’t have the where with all
To not be a neer do well
All this time
Chorus (a friend intervenes)
(Chorus Counterpoint for the protagonist)
I die every hour
I die at your feet
I die every hour
Lather rinse repeat
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one two thoughts that I think
three four shots that I drink
five six hours in my head
seven eight dreams recollected
nine ten subtexts inspected
lost track of reasons to stay in bed
the satellites have dropped us
I think the cops have clocked us
are we gonna let it stop us
are we gonna,
do you wanna get lost
do you wanna get lost
eleven then a dozen
miles left in the dust then
I follow maps on your skin
I follow maps
do you wanna get lost
do you wanna get lost
why does time and distance work the way it does
never counting up and giving us the answer that we want
we left the highway behind
the rain has left us blind
somehow I really don't mind
Somehow I know
you wanna get lost
do you wanna get lost
why does time and distance work the way it does
never counting up and giving us the answer that we want
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Lyrics:
ONE
more disillusion while killing time, and while time kills me
TWO
hands around the neck of life, choking slowly
These are the days that leave me hanging on a wire
The seconds tick away and it gets hard to breathe
THREE
strikes before I get sent back home, maybe forever
FOUR
o'clock has come and I'm running free, they cannot stop me
These are the days that leave me hanging on a wire
The seconds tick away and it gets hard to breathe
FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT
I need to get out before I suffocate
NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE
I'm left alone inside this hell
THIRTEEN FOURTEEN FIFTEEN SIXTEEN
A start and end with nothing in between
SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN NINETEEN TWENTY
Am I paranoid or are they after me?
These are the days that leave me hanging on a wire
The seconds tick away and it gets hard to breathe
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The first time that they met was a Saturday night
She was standing by the jukebox
Looking for some change
So he handed her a dollar, asked her for her name
And they slow-danced in the darkness
While the Temptations played
Count the ways I love you
One, two, three, four, five
They never got much past that
Other things on their minds
One kiss became a thousand
One night, a hundred more
It all seemed like perfection
Till he knelt down on the floor
Opened up the box
And opened up his mouth
But he couldn't get the question out
Before it all went south
"No, baby, don't you leave me,
Was all our love a lie?"
"I never promised you forever
But we had a few good times"
Broken-hearted, begging
"Please see me one last time
Meet me at our bar tonight
I just want to say goodbye"
Bullets spray the jukebox
One, two, three, four, five
The record goes on turning
Through the broken glass inside
Yeah, count the ways I love you
One, two, three, four, five
If I can't have forever
At least I'll hold you till we die
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Peak Misery
- caravan ray
The pressure was building up
The pressure was building up
The pressure was building up, I could feel it
The pressure was building up
For the past 2 weeks I could feel it coming nearer like a freight train ominously rolling down the track
5-4-3-2-1
Lookout, here it comes
My baby says she's done with me
Leaving me in peak misery
5-4-3-2-1
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na
Nailed it on the head
Yeah I nailed it on the head
Totally, I prophesied exactly what she said
Apparently a chap like me who maps his life extensively on spreadsheets is not what the ladies really want in bed
Misery Level 1 - that's a paper cut
Misery Level 2 - is the flu
Misery Level 3 will bring you existential gloom
If her hand is on the door you are at Misery Level 4,
and if she walks on through
Mister, that's when you are at...
Peak Misery
Peak Misery
Peak Misery
Peak Misery
Peak Misery
Peak Misery
Peak Misery
Peak Misery
Peak Misery
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12. |
Outlyer - Napalm
03:31
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NAPALM
I feel like I’m coming straight out of a fire
Maybe I lost my mind
But I’m running out of time
Can you see me?
Cause I’m right here
Counting my fears like 1,2,3,4
I know it gets a little difficult to see when the smoke comes rising up, the smoke is rising up
I feel like I’m coming straight out of a fire
Maybe I lost my mind
But I’m running out of time (X2)
1,2,3 come with me
From the bottom of the church
That I seem to be in
Like a dream it feels so relieved
But then I realize all the burning in the leaves like
Fires burning as you can see
High above on the tapestry
My god a catastrophe
The pyro in new is released
I feel like I’m coming straight out of a fire
Maybe I lost my mind
But I’m running out of time (X2)
I feel like I’m coming straight out of a fire
Maybe I lost my mind
But I’m running out of time (x2)
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the overpass approaches so I start to fortify
my mind before the fear of falling can disrupt my stride
just seven stars burn hot enough to show up in the sky
the rest in an electric blanket bundle up and hide
the chain-link fence though anchored deep in masses of concrete
seems less substantial than the wisps of softly glowing cloud
and though my eyes report a solid path beneath my feet
I feel my body falling toward traffic crushing and loud
One, two, three, four...
I’m not counting footsteps, but my footsteps keep the beat
I’m not counting seconds left to get across this street
I’m not counting cars as they roar past on the freeway
the numbers just weigh down my head so it doesn’t fly away
halfway across the bridge I find I’m frozen in one spot
each car that rolls beneath me sends a tremor through my knees
I start to count, one, two, three, four to block out panicked thought
the permanence of numbers forms a lifeline I can seize
One, two, three, four...
I’m not counting footsteps, but my footsteps keep the beat
I’m not counting seconds left to get across this street
I’m not counting cars as they roar past me far below
I just hold on to the numbers to pull free of vertigo
I’m not counting footsteps, but my footsteps keep the beat
I’m not counting seconds left to get across this street
I’m not counting cars as they roar past on the freeway
the numbers just weigh down my head so it doesn’t fly away
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1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Naughty children who just won’t stop misbehavin’
Paying all the prices for their naughty fun
7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Mama McGinnis had her own little business
In a house on the edge of town
Men would swing by with a twinkle in their eye
But they never seemed to stick around
They came and they went
Which helped her pay the rent
But then they left her with something else
Despite her profession
she would never use protection
Now she’s raising seven children by herself
They had no school and no supervision
And they had no rules and a wicked disposition
Mama had to stay inside and work all day
So she sent her seven children out to play
Twelve year old Gail was a mischievous gal
With a penchant for a match’s flame
Her mama always warned her,
But Gail would ignore her.
Doing anything to disobey
One day, she found a book of matches
And she took ‘em to a neighbor’s barn filled with hay
Alas, bad fortune for Gail
The moment the flame hit the bale
Confined to her fiery jail
With the walls closing in
And she never went home again
They had no school and no supervision
And they had no rules and a wicked disposition
Mama had to stay inside and work all day
So she sent her six children out to play
Russ was only six, but was never short of tricks
Found happiness in causing harm
Trampling flowerbeds, poisoning the neighbors’ pets
and triggering fire alarms
One day, he saw a wounded fawn in the forest
And he chased it just to take it down
Alas, bad fortune for Russ
A viper struck out from the brush
The venom was more than enough to do the boy in
And he never came home again
They had no school and no supervision
And they had no rules and a wicked disposition
Mama had to stay inside and work all day
So she sent her five children out to play
Then were the twins, Hank and Henrietta
Who would scoff at all authority
Whatever were the rules,
they would find a way to break ‘em
Didn’t matter what the penalty
Then one day, Mama said to stay away
From the deep and dark and endless woods
Alas, bad luck for the twins
Rebelliously venturing in
To the tree-laden labyrinth
On a course with no end
And they never came home again
They had no school and no supervision
And they had no rules and a wicked disposition
Mama had to stay inside and work all day
So she sent her three children out to play
Peter was seven and Dolores was eleven
And Nate was just shy of nine
Nothing was as mean
as when they worked as a team
Terrorizing everything in sight
Nate would distract em
and Dolores would attack em
And Peter would pick em clean
Alas, bad luck for the three
They barked up the wrong tree
The daughter of Don Luigi
gave her father their names
And they never came home again
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Naughty children who just couldn’t stop misbehavin’
Paying all the prices for their naughty fun
7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
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Temnere - Cynics Anxiety
04:04
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10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2.....
dreaming of a better time
my imagination wanders to the skies
what awaits us in the stars
is it utopia in space?
[[or just another chance
to be indentured]]
beyond the fantasy
nature of man, revealed
to this fate ive been resigned
export our greed across the corners of the galaxy
we'll find
no long awaited brand new start
their chokehold wont just dissapear
[[they'll send the skint to be their
coal canaries]]
even in fantasy
cynics anxiety
(10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2.....)
as we hurtle forward
as the rockets climb
(10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2.....)
progress marches on
only widens the divide
can we exist as equals
im losing faith in humankind
can we exist as equals
or will the old ways never die
theyll never die
theyll never
die
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Count the hours
Master waiting
All my powers
Captivating
I know you just can't break me down
One two three four
Rounding back the contour
Nine eight ten six
Feeling my helix
One two three four
Rounding back the contour
Nine eight ten six
Feeling my helix
I don't fake it
If you wonder
It's my secret
By the number
I know you just can't break me down
One two three four
Rounding back the contour
Nine eight ten six
Feeling my helix
One two three four
Rounding back the contour
Nine eight ten six
Feeling my helix
Generators
Circulating
All you gators
Calculating
I know you just can't break me down
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Mandibles - Breathe
05:41
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Wake up breathless in the night
Heart is racing, chest is tight
Air slips through in wracking sobs
Eyes obscured with pounding throbs
God, if you’re there listening
Please lead my mind to dream
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
No one can release this feeling
I can’t breathe
Sleep won’t come to save me here
Nor quell this wild primal fear
When eyes are closed, the demons creep
And steal away my chance to sleep
Can anyone hear me call?
Is anyone listening at all?
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
No one can release this feeling
I can’t breathe
I want to call for help but there’s
No one to answer my despair
So I remember melodies
My mother once had sung to me
The numbers call her voice to me
She whispers softly sage advice:
“To calm your fear, breathe mindfully
To calm your mind, sing something nice”
Breath
(1 2 3 4 5)
Hold
(1 2 3)
Release
(1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8)
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you can always apologize
take me out roll the dice
but your non-stop wining
ruins all the dining
count me out
I’m bored
ain’t gonna talk no more
count me out
I’m bored
ain’t gonna say no more
count me out
you stand me up
like I'm not here at all
like I just exist
at your beck and call
count me out
I’m sure
ain't gonna wait no more
count me out
I’m sure
this ain’t gonna work no more
count me out
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10
you can count me out
count me out
you can count me out
count me out
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"When The Band Counts Down"
I think you can understand
Waiting for your favorite band
To break into your favorite song
You wish it wouldn’t take so long
When the band counts down
You can’t wait for that sound
Your great anticipation
Melts away your aggravation
When the band counts down
When you go out to see them play
You wish that they could stay all day
Means so much more than you can say
To hear that count when you hit play
When the band counts down
You can’t wait for that sound
Your great anticipation
Melts away your aggravation
When the band counts down
(bridge)
Four brief numbers
Put you back in touch
Four brief numbers
Say so very much
When the band counts down
You can’t wait for that sound
Your great anticipation
Melts away your aggravation
When the band counts down
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The Terrible Trivium asks
a terribly trivial task.
Milo, move the sand from here to here (with tweezers)
So Milo moved a grain of sand
and Milo moved a second (or a minute or an hour)
and Milo moved a third and fourth
and days and weeks unreckoned. (If only he had such a power)
And after quite a while
he’d barely made a pile.
You can count to stupendous amounts
and you can count them back down to one,
But you’ll have found in the end if it counts
Or if your progress amounts to none.
It might be easy, and it might be fun
But you can count on getting nothing done.
The Terrible Trivium asks
two terribly trivial tasks.
Milo, move the sand from here to here (with tweezers)
Tock, transfer the water well to well (with an eyedropper)
So Tock picked up a drop of water
and moved from well to well (or well too badly)
and Tock ticked through the seconds and third
for how long, he could not tell. (he did it gladly)
and while much time went by,
the well was still quite dry.
You can count to stupendous amounts,
and you can count them back down to one
But you’ll have found in the end if it counts
Or if your progress amounts to none.
It might be easy, and it might be fun,
but you can count on getting nothing done.
The Terrible Trivium asks
three terribly trivial tasks.
Milo, move the sand from here to here (with tweezers)
Tock, transfer the water well to well (with an eyedropper)
Humbug, dig a hole right through the cliff (with a needle)
The Humbug made a scratch in the cliff
And whistled absentminded (his mind’s not there)
and Humbug made a third and a fourth and a fifth
He really didn’t mind it (he did not care)
His whole mind went quite numb,
His hole could fit a thumb…
You can count to stupendous amounts,
and you can count them back down to one
But you’ll have found in the end if it counts
Or if your progress amounts to none.
It might be easy, and it might be fun,
but you can count on getting nothing done.
You can count to stupendous amounts,
and you can count them back down to one
But you’ll have found in the end if it counts
Or if your progress amounts to none.
It might be easy, and it might be fun,
but you can count on getting nothing done.
It might be easy, and it might be fun,
but you can count on getting nothing done.
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Same old dance
1,2,3 1,2,3
Hear the tune join the dance
Everyone come take my hand for a whirl
123 456
Drumming heels finger clicks
Hearts beating fast
In each boy and each girl
I’ll dance with the maidens
I’ll dance with the men
7 8 9, and I’m bowing to ten
Spin and come closer, till breath flies away
My dance is so catching
That you’ll have to stay
One hundred, two thousand, three million, four-
Each time we dance I will carry off more
Ashes to ashes that blow cross the ground
Till dancing is over and we all fall down.
I’ll dance with the maidens
I’ll dance with the men
Billions have danced and I’m starting again
Spin and come closer, till breath flies away
My dance is so catching
Like plague across Europe
My dance is so catching
Just like influenza
My dance is so catching
Did you say “Corona”?
That you’ll have to stay
And you're, you're, you're...gonna stay.
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Please Come Home Faye
02-14-20
Two hours since you’ve been gone
I’m all frantic something’s wrong
Where’d you go girl, what should I do
Let me know where to find you
Six hours since you’ve been gone
And we still cannot find you
Everybody searching, calling your name
Without you I’m so insane
A whole day since you’ve been gone
So many searching, no unturned stone
People bringing flowers from all around
Praying to God you will be found
Two days since you’ve been gone
My heart is aching, I just want you home
Not knowing where you are causes so much pain
I fear I will never see you again
I count the minutes, I count the hours, I count the days you were taken away from me
I wake up every morning hoping it was all a bad dream, in agony, can hardly breath
My heart was ripped out when you were taken away. Please come home Faye
Please come home and play
credits
I count the minutes, I count the hours, I count the days you were taken away from me
I wake up every morning hoping it was all a bad dream, in agony, can hardly breath
My heart was ripped out when you were taken away. Please come home Faye
Please come home and play
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O Pi, sweet pie
I've been counting the days
'Til we would eat one another
O Pi, sweet pie
I like you as you are
And your 13-inch diameter
O Pi, sweet pie
5 minutes left on the timer
I can't wait to devore you!
O Pi, sweet pie
18 hundred calories
That makes me feel no worries
One man too free (1-1-2-3)
Forgets the sequence
I'm not ready
Mister Fibonacci
Free one for one (3.141)
You found my weakness
Let me go somewhere new
If I can't calculate on you
O Leonardo,
You seem obsessed with my nature
But your mind I won't nurture
O Leonardo,
I am a simple rounded pie
Not infinite like you cry
O Leonardo,
You know how to start things
But do you finish what begins?
O Leonardo,
You've done maths more than once
So I know you won't renounce
One man too free (1-1-2-3)
Forgets the sequence
I'm not ready
Mister Fibonacci
Free one for one (3.141)
You found my weakness
Let me go somewhere new
If I can't calculate on you
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The first thing she said to me
Whenever we first met
What the fuck are you looking at
And do you have a cigarette?
I don't mind telling you
She caught me off guard
She pulled out a stogie
Yeah, she lit up a cigar
That should have been the second sign
That she's too much for me
And as you listen to this tale
I'm sure you will agree
I don't mind telling you
She keeps catching me off guard
Talking 'bout a knife fight
Yeah, she showed me her scars
She told me she liked me
Said that she'd be mine
Gave me to the count of ten
To make up my mind
I guess it is easy to see
She's the gal for me
Some folks say three strikes you're out
I suppose that is true
But I'm not gonna press my luck
'Cause she might not approve
I don't mind telling you
She still catches me off guard
Every night when she comes home
From drinking whiskey at the bar
She told me she liked me
Said that she'd be mine
Gave me to the count of ten
To make up my mind
I guess it is easy to see
She's the gal for me
I guess it's easy to see
She's the gal for me
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Chuck and Juanita, two old lovers
With a love that’s forever young
In their hearts they share a song,
And each sings in the other’s tongue
One day Chuck says to Juanita, “Mi cariño,
¿cómo me quieres? Dime pues.”
She says, “Oh you silly man of mine.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways:
“You know where we’ve been
Those were the days
Sharing microwave dinners on our TV trays
And I like what romance can be,
You save me when I sink, O love,” she says:
“Siete ocho nueve diez.”
Chuck and Juanita, two old lovers
With a love that’s forever young
In their hearts they share a song,
And each sings in the other’s tongue
And one day Juanita asks, “How do you love me?
My love, tell it all.”
Chuck smiles at his beloved
“¿Cómo te quiero?” he says, “te lo cuento ya:
“Juanita, mi amor, tú eres mi gran placer
Es ridículo que tanto me puedes fortalecer.
Por favor dime si estamos más enamorados mañana que ayer.
Seven eight nine ten,” he swears.
“You and I, ai ai ai
Tú y yo, whoa whoa whoa
One two three, quedémonos aquí
Cuatro cinco seis, this is the place”
Chuck and Juanita, two old lovers
With a love that’s forever young
In their hearts they share a song,
And each sings in the other’s tongue
Chuck and Juanita
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When you don't remember how love feels
start to wonder if it was ever real
when your phone and your computer are
running out of room
And the only thing you're humming
is the saddest little tune
Don't you know that it's time
to add up the good stuff
1 how your sheets feel on your skin
2 got a card from your best friend
3 went outside without a coat
4 saw a meme with a baby goat
When you're running late and miss the bus
when you start to doubt who you can trust
When you're not sure how to pay the rent
and it's due
When you gotta choose between
buying eggs and replacing your old shoes
Don't you know that it's time
to add up the good stuff
5 find a twenty in your pants
6 do a silly happy dance
7 coworker brings in a cake
8 take a walk down by the lake
If most of it is first world problems
Gratitude can help you solve them
All you gotta do is add up the good stuff
9 favorite song on the radio
10 front row tickets to the show
come on come on come on
come on come on come on
come on come on come on
come on come on come on
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