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, whoa, ooh, whoa, oh

If there’s a bustle in your hedge-row 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 There’s still time to change The road you’re on

And it makes me wonder

Aw, uh, oh

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 whisper-ing wind?

(Solo)

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 truth will come to you at last When all are one and one is all To be a rock and not to roll

And she’s buying a stairway To heaven...

Led Zeppelin Stairway to Heaven

And in the dark it comes for meMalevolent and without thoughtUprooting trees, destroying carsCold and relentless, with arms outstretched

No boat nor brickNor crucifix can hold it backI’ve been wickedI’ve been arrogant

And when it comes it will feel like a kiss (Silent about it)And when it comes it will feel like a kissAnd I cannot say that I was not warned or was misledAnd when it comes it will feel like a kiss

Awaken from dreams of drunken car crashesYou saddened my friends and claimed all my loversI tried to stay still, so it will not seeIts talons rake the side of my face[Talons Lyrics On http://www.elyricsworld.com/ ]When did you become such a slut?

And when it comes it will feel like a kiss (Silent about it)And when it comes it will feel like a kissAnd I cannot say that I was not warned or was misledAnd when it comes it will feel like a kiss

And I didn’t think I’d catch fire when I held my hand to the flameAnd I didn’t think it would catch up as fast as I could have runFate came a knocking when I was looking the other wayA new disease came in the post for me today

And when it comes it will feel like a kissAnd when it comes it will feel like a kissAnd when it comesAnd when it comesAnd when it comesAnd when it comes it will feel like a kiss

Bloc Party Talons

Sell the kids for foodWeather changes moodsSpring is here againReproductive glands

He’s the oneWho likes all our pretty songsAnd he likes to sing alongAnd he likes to shoot his gunBut he knows not what it meansKnows not what it meanswhen I sayHe’s the oneWho likes all our pretty songsAnd he likes to sing alongAnd he likes to shoot his gunBut he knows not what it meansKnows not what it meanswhen I say yeeeaaahhh

We can have some moreNature is a whoreBruises on the fruitTender age in bloom

He’s the oneWho likes all our pretty songsAnd he likes to sing alongAnd he likes to shoot his gunBut he knows not what it meansKnows not what it meanswhen I sayHe’s the oneWho likes all our pretty songsAnd he likes to sing alongAnd he likes to shoot his gunBut he knows not what it meansKnows not what it meanswhen I say yeeeaaahhh

*Guitar solo*

He’s the oneWho likes all our pretty songsAnd he likes to sing alongAnd he likes to shoot his gunBut he knows not what it meansKnows not what it meanswhen I sayHe’s the oneWho likes all our pretty songsAnd he likes to sing alongAnd he likes to shoot his gunBut he knows not what it meansKnows not what it means Knows not what it meansKnows not what it means and I say yeeeaaahhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Nirvana In Bloom

One...take control of me?Yer messing with the en-emySaid its 2..it's another trickMessin with my mind, I wake upChase down an empty streetBlindly snap the broken beatsSaid it's cut with a dirty trickIts taken all these days to find yaI tell you I want youI tell you I need you

friends, take control of meStalking cross' the gal-leryAll these pills got to operateThe colour quits and all invade us

There he goes againTake me to the edge againAll I got is a dirty trickI'm chasin down the wolves to save ya

I tell you I want youI'll tell you I need youI... the blood aint on my faceJust wanted you near me

I tell you I want youI'll tell you I need youThe blood aint on my hands

Just wanted you near me

I tell you I want youI'll tell you I need youThe blood aint on my hands

Just wanted you near me

Kasabian Club Foot

Very superstitious,

Writingís on the wall,

Very superstitious,

Ladders boutí to fall,

Thirteen month old baby,

Broke the lookiní glass

Seven years of bad luck,

The good things in your past

[Chorus]

When you believe in things

That you donít understand,

Then you suffer,

Superstition aint the way

Hey

[Verse 2]

Very superstitious,

Wash your face and hands,

Rid me of the problem,

Do all that you can,

Keep me in a daydream,

Keep me goiní strong,

You donít wanna save me,

Sad is the soul

[Chorus]

When you believe in things

That you donít understand,

Then you suffer,

Superstition ainít the way,

Yeh, yeh

Very superstitious,

Nothiní more to say,

Very superstitious,

The devilís on his way,

Thirteen month old baby,

Broke the lookiní glass,

Seven years of bad luck,

Good things in your past

When you believe in things

That you donít understand,

Then you suffer,

Superstition ainít the way,

No, no, no

Stevie Wonder

Superstition

I’ve been waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand Could these sensations make me feel the pleasures of a normal man? New sensations barely interest me for another day I’ve got the spirit, lose the feeling, take the shock away

It’s getting faster, moving faster now, it’s getting out of hand On the tenth floor, down the back stairs, it’s a no man’s land Lights are flashing, cars are crashing, getting frequent now I’ve got the spirit, lose the feeling, let it out somehow

What means to you, what means to me, and we will meet again I’m watching you, I’m watching her - I take no pity from your friends Who is right, who can tell, and who gives a damn right now? Until the spirit, new sensation takes hold - then you know I’ve got the spirit, lose the feeling, let it out somehow I’ve got the spirit, but lose the feeling, feeling, feeling

Joy DivisionDisorder

Sigor RosHoppípolla

brosandihendumst í hringi

höldumst í hendurallur heimurinn óskýr

nema þú stendur

rennblauturallur rennvotur

engin gúmmístígvélhlaupandi inn í okkurvill springa út úr skel

vindurinnog útilykt af hárinu þínu

ég lamdi eins fast og ég getmeð nefinu mínu

hoppípollaí engum stígvélum

allur rennvotur (rennblautur)í engum stígvélum

og ég fæ blóðnasiren ég stend alltaf upp

og ég fæ blóðnasirog ég stend alltaf upp