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Twenty years in Bariloche,
free of the old philosophy.
When you look in the mirror,
you still see terror.
You try to hide it with a whore's love,
but you cannot forget the blood
Who are you now, old man?
What is left of your humanity?
Perhaps you never had any—
perhaps you were born in profanity.
Who are you now, old man?
What is left of your humanity?
When you fought for Neue Welt,
did you think you would end up running from yourself?
Twenty years in Bariloche,
free of the old philosophy.
When you look in the mirror,
you still see terror.
You try to hide it with a whore's love,
but you cannot forget the blood
Who are you now, old man?
What is left of your humanity?
Perhaps you never had any—
perhaps you were born in profanity.
Who are you now, old man?
What is left of your humanity?
When you fought for Neue Welt,
did you think you would end up running from yourself?
When you fought for Neue Welt,
did you think you would end up running from yourself?
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2. |
Taming of the Shrewd
01:04
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Petruchio: Verona, for a while I take my leave,
To see my friends in Padua, but of all
My best beloved and approved friend,
Hortensio; and I trow this is his house.
Here, sirrah Grumio; knock, I say.
Grumio: Knock, sir! whom should I knock? is there man has
rebused your worship?
Petruchio: Villain, I say, knock me here soundly.
Grumio: Knock you here, sir! why, sir, what am I, sir, that
I should knock you here, sir?
Petruchio: Villain, I say, knock me at this gate
And rap me well, or I'll knock your knave's pate.
Grumio: My master is grown quarrelsome. I should knock
you first,
And then I know after who comes by the worst.
Petruchio: Will it not be?
Faith, sirrah, an you'll not knock, I'll ring it;
I'll try how you can sol, fa, and sing it.
Grumio: Help, masters, help! my master is ma—
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Illiberal
02:17
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You believe too strongly.
Sheltered by the world for so long,
you still believe in right and wrong.
You want to be rich, loved, and to own land;
you think these things go hand-in-hand.
You believe too strongly in your own change
to see that the world is insane.
As the world burns and shows its true face,
your turmoil is beneath the surface.
You believe too strongly to admit defeat.
You believe too strongly to see the world is weak.
I hope you get what you're after.
Let me know if things matter.
I hope you get what you're after.
Let me know if things matter.
I'll just nod my head whenever you're at it;
life is too sad to ever get mad at it.
As the world burns and shows its true face,
your turmoil is beneath the surface.
You believe too strongly to admit defeat.
You believe too strongly to see the world is weak.
I hope you get what you're after.
Let me know if things matter.
I hope you get what you're after.
Let me know if things matter.
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Roma, Roma, beautiful vagabond,
I realise I love you, and you're now moving on.
Even though we are apart,
you roam the diaspora of my heart.
I see your beauty in the breeze,
but you left without returning the keys—
Roma, Roma, beautiful vagabond.
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Toward the sun I climb,
Do those rays have a silver line?
Will the compressor move me any faster?
The mountaintop is what I'm after
I shout louder, shout for power, Cerro Torre!
at the top of the tower
The graves of Italians, Austrians and Americans freeze
Driven just like the wars fought by the seas
We wanted glory before we go
Now they'll sing their worst songs at our funerals,
Old Men
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7. |
The Way
02:52
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8. |
Nothing Matters
03:10
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11. |
Life Is Grand
02:32
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12. |
Failed Country
02:36
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13. |
Our Time
05:19
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