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There's a lady who's sure
All that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
There's a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
'Cause you know, sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook
There's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it makes me wonder
There's a feeling I get
When I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen
Rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it really makes me wonder
And it's whispered that soon
If we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn
For those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter
Oh whoa-whoa-whoa, oh-oh
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean for the May Queen
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
And there's still time to change the road you're on
And it makes me wonder
Oh, whoa
Your head is humming and it won't go
In case you don't know
The piper's calling you to join him
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow?
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all, yeah
To be a rock and not to roll
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
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By far worse is the hambuger lady,
We must heal them for the qualified technicians,
Worse,
Alternating nights are automatic,
She's lying there,
Hamburger Lady
Hamburger Lady
She's dying,
She is burned from the waist up,
On her arm,
Her ear is burned,
Her eyelashes are burned,
She can't hold things up,
And even with medical advances,
There's no end in sight,
For hamburger lady,
She wants me to tell you of her claim mind,
From which the double play laying,
The proping chair,
Leave her,
She's Burned from the waist down,
Has to eat her life through tubes,
Hamburger Lady
Hamburger Lady
She's okay if you change the tubes,
Tubes in her legs,
The tubes in her arms,
She's okay,
Then it came out and saw the burn net,
Indeed in the account of killing,
And it flashed on the carpet,
And it flashed on the floor,
The hamburger lady,
She came to rest,
Because of the burn she needs relief,
From the medication,
The qualified Technician,
Hamburger Lady
Hamburger Lady
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Hunting is going on,
we are a part of the wilderness.
Hunting is going on,
only the fast will survive.
Hunting is going on,
we are a part of the wilderness.
Hunting is going on,
only the fast will survive.
In the forest we prowl,
hard searching for deers.
Hunger croaks in our stomachs,
our eyes like the wolves.
We run after meat as the possessed,
and we kill without pity.
We rejoice and we laugh when the deer falls,
hunting's more than killing for the food.
Away they will not get, those four legged,
not even the smallest one.
We live in the forest here only fast ones live,
only strongest will survive.
We run after meat as the possessed,
and we kill without pity.
We rejoice and we laugh when the deer falls,
hunting's more than killing for the food.
The Hunting Song
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I had a really bizarre and frightening experience when I traveled to the UK in Europe. Of course I ran into some Polish people who kept stalking and pestering me and wouldnât leave me alone.
For some odd reason these Polish people acted like they owned the place and acted like I was the problem, and not them. (As if only Polish people could be there, and no one else.)
I was minding my own business one day and these Polish people came up to me and started talking to me out of the blue. I wasnât even talking to these people and chose to ignore them, but they kept pestering and following me around and threatening me. For some odd reason they accused me of stalking them instead, and said they didnât care about me. (Funny, because I was just about to say the same thing to them. Iâm the one telling you Polish people to fuck off, dipshit.)
Being possessive/controlling, Profiling people/keeping people under surveillance, Etc. is against the law. Donât you Polish people have the common sense to know that this is called impersonating a cop and stalking people, and that it actually is illegal?
So is Loitering. (walking around England jobless and on welfare, doing nothing.)
Weirdo Polish stalkers. (WTF, I donât even know who they are, or why theyâre even saying this to me? â¦. Lol.)
It was a really awkward and creepy experience. Bizarre. These Polish people wouldnât mind their own business, and didnât seem to understand that maybe I was scared of them. (They are lucky I didnât report them for harassment/stalking and impersonating a cop.)
I was in fear when these people kept obsessing over me and wouldnât leave me alone. And It was almost like they would accuse me of doing what they were doing to me. (Almost like they are delusional and are projecting their own traits back onto me.) How bizarre. They are lucky I didnât report them to British police and charge them for harassment.
I guess they are confused or something, but somebody has to let the Polish people know that impersonating law enforcement is illegal. They should mind their own business and keep their bullshit to themselves.
These Polish people started talking to me out of the blue and I was like, âWhy are they saying this to me?! WTF, I donât even know them and wasnât talking to them. How bizarre.â
Polish stalkers, You canât tell me what to do. Youâre not a tour guide or a Police officer, and youâre not entitled to shit. Fuck off you weirdo.
(UD Jews, I meant for you guys to see this.)
I didnât like those Polish people, they were not like other people?
When I traveled to Europe I had a very unpleasant experience with a few Polish stalkers. They kept acting like they were entitled and like they owned the place. And kept following me around and wouldnât leave me alone. They almost seemed to be jealous of me.
I guess they might be confused or something. But somebody inform the Polish people that impersonating authority and stalking people is against the law. I was very bewildered and in fear when they kept obsessing over me. These people wouldnât leave me alone.
I found it very annoying and these Polish people were getting on my nerves and getting in my way, and wouldnât leave me the fuck alone.
They were the most annoying people ever, I swear.
(UD Jews, meant this for you guys to read.)
Has anyone else had a few Polish stalkers?
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Dancing with tears in my eyes
Weeping for the memory of a life gone by
Dancing with tears in my eyes
Living out a memory of a love that died
It's five and I'm driving home again
It's hard to believe that it's my last time
The man on the wireless cries again
It's over, it's over
Dancing with tears in my eyes
Weeping for the memory of a life gone by
Dancing with tears in my eyes
Living out a memory of a love that died
It's late and I'm with my love alone
We drink to forget the coming storm
We love to the sound of our favourite song
Over and over
Dancing with tears in my eyes
Living out a memory of a love that died
It's time and we're in each other's arms
It's time but I don't think we really care
Dancing with tears in my eyes
Weeping for the memory of a life gone by
Dancing with tears in my eyes
Weeping for the memory of a life gone by
Dancing with tears in my eyes
Go!
I'm gonna wake you up early cause I'm gonna take a ride with you.
We're goin' down to the Honda shop, I'll tell you what we're gonna do.
Put on a ragged sweatshirt, I'll take you anywhere you want me to.
First gear, it's all right (Honda, Honda, go faster, faster)
Second gear, I'll lean right (Honda, Honda, go faster, faster)
Third gear, hang on tight (Honda, Honda, go faster, faster)
Faster, it's all right.
It's not a big motorcycle,
Just a groovy little motorbike.
It's more fun than a barrel of monkeys,
That two-wheeled bike.
We'll ride on out of the town
To anyplace I know you like.
It climbs the hills like a Matchless,
Cause my Honda' built really light.
When I go in to the turns
Better hang on tight.
I'd better turn on the lights
So we can ride my Little Honda tonight.
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