Une artiste, une chanteuse, une pianiste, une parolière, et une Femme exceptionnelle bref a mon humble avis une déesse... Tori Amos. Load up on guns and Bring your friends Its fun to lose And to pretend Shes over bored And self assured Oh no, I know A dirty word Hello hello hello hello With the lights out its less dangerous Here we are now entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now entertain us A mulatto An albino A mosquito My libido Yeah Im worse at what I do best And for this gift I feel blessed Our little group has been And always will be until the end Hello hello hello hello With the lights out its less dangerous Here we are now entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now entertain us A mulatto An albino A mosquito My libido Yeah And I forget Just why I taste Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile I found it hard It was hard to find Oh well, whatever Nevermind Hello hello hello hello With the lights out its less dangerous Here we are now entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now entertain us A mulatto An albino A mosquito My libido Yeah, a denial A denial A denial Je t'aime Tori! ( moins )

Throughout history, criminal elements inside governments have carried out terror attacks against their own populations as a pretext to enslave them. "Terrorstorm" reveals how in the last hundred years, Western leaders have repeatedly murdered their own citizens while posing as their saviors. In this film, you will discover that 9/11 and 7/7, and many other terrorist events were self-inflicted wounds. You will witness British Special Forces troops caught in the act of staging terror attacks in Iraq and see official US government documents laying out plans to hijack passenger planes by remote control. You will learn how the Reichstag Fire, the Gulf of Tonkin, and the US-backed Iranian coup of 1953 are all interconnected false-flag terror events. This powerful documentary explores the mindset of the average brainwashed westerner and delves deeply into the systems of control which have been scientifically-crafted to imprison their minds and keep their eyes closed to the realities of the world around them. (note: this is the '2nd Edition' of the film) ( moins )

(wake up) grab a brush and put on a little make up hide the scars to fade away the shakeup (hide the scars to fade away the shakeup) why'd you leave the keys up on the table here you go create another fable you wanted to grab a brush and put on a little makeup you wanted to hide the scars to fade away the shakeup you wanted to why'd you leave the keys up on the table you wanted to why i dont think you trust in my self righteous suicide i cry when angels deserve to die wake up (wake up) grab a brush and put on a little make up hide the scars to fade away the shakeup (hide the scars to fade away the shakeup) why'd you leave the keys up on the table here you go create another fable you wanted to grab a brush and put on a little makeup you wanted to hide the scars to fade away the shakeup you wanted to why'd you leave the keys up on the table you wanted to why i dont think you trust in my self righteous suicide i cry when angels deserve to die in my self righteous suicide i cry when angels deserve to die father father father father father into your hand ,i commend my spirit father into your hand ,why have you forsaken me in your eyes forsaken me in your thoughts forsaken me in your heart forsaken me ohh trust in my self righteous suicide i cry when angels deserve to die in my self righteous suicide i cry when angels deserve to die ( moins )

Miley Cyrus - See You Again(Full) W/LYRICS I, I can't wait to see you again, Whoa Whoa I, I can't wait to see you again...Miley Cyrus I've got my sight set on you, And I'm ready to wait, I have a heart that will, Never be tamed, I knew you were somethin' special, When he's holdin' me, And i can't wait to see you again I've got a way of knowin' When somethin' is right I feel like I must of known you, In another life Cause i felt this deep connection, When you looked at my eyes, And I can't wait to see you again... CHORUS: The lasted time i freaked out, I just kept lookin' down, I stu-stu-stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinkin' bout, It's like a couldnt breathe you asked whats wrong with me My best friend Leslie says "She's just being Miley!" And next time we hang out I will redeem myself My heart can rest till then Whoa Whoa I, I can't wait to see you again I got this crazy feelin' deep inside, You call and ask to see me, Tomorrow night, I'm not a mind reader, [See You Again lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com] But I'm seein' the signs, Bet you can't wait to see me again... CHORUS: The lasted time i freaked out, I just kept lookin' down, I stu-stu-stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinkin' bout, Feel like a couldnt breathe you asked whats wrong with me My best friend Leslie says "She's just being Miley!" And next time we hang out I will redeem myself My heart can rest till then Whoa Whoa I, I can't wait to see you again I got my sight set on you, And I'm ready to wait, The last time i freaked out, I just kept lookin' down, I stu-stu-stuttered when, You asked me what I'm thinkin' bout It's like a couldnt breathe, You asked whats wrong with me, My best friend Leslie says "She's just bein' Miley!" And next time we hang out, I will redeem my self, My heart can rest till then Whoa Whoa I, I can't wait to see you again, Whoa Whoa I, I can't wait to see you again (suite) (moins) ( moins )

The things we laid do not amount to much Made of abandoned wood loose stones and such This revolution baby Proves who you work for lately Release the castaways who run amok From self appointed winds which blow and such When present tense gets strangled in the mire Made of our cozy decomposing wires Who do you work for baby And does it work for you lately But when the night is over and the walls start burning When fire starts to matter and the clock is churning Cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from Learning It's alright The things we laid do not amount to much Made up of thought balloons and cotton swabs When present tense gets strangled in the woes Made of our future foe scenarios This revolution baby Proves who you work for maybe... Who do you work for baby And does it work for you lately But when the night is over and the walls keep linking When fire starts to matter and the clock keeps sinking Cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from Thinking Our minds keep thinking It's alright That's when it turned on me A motorcade of 'meant to be's' Parades of beauty queens Where soft entwines make kindling These many detailed things Like broken nails and plastic rings Will win by keeping me From speaking to my new darling And there's no way to know Our future foe scenarios That's when it turned on me Where bobby pins hold angel wings It's alright The things we laid do not amount to much Made of abandoned wood loose stones and such This revolution baby Proves who you work for lately Release the castaways who run amok From self appointed winds which blow and such When present tense gets strangled in the mire Made of our cozy decomposing wires Who do you work for baby And does it work for you lately But when the night is over and the walls start burning When fire starts to matter and the clock is churning Cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from Learning It's alright The things we laid do not amount to much Made up of thought balloons and cotton swabs When present tense gets strangled in the woes Made of our future foe scenarios This revolution baby Proves who you work for maybe... Who do you work for baby And does it work for you lately But when the night is over and the walls keep linking When fire starts to matter and the clock keeps sinking Cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from Thinking Our minds keep thinking It's alright That's when it turned on me A motorcade of 'meant to be's' Parades of beauty queens Where soft entwines make kindling These many detailed things Like broken nails and plastic rings Will win by keeping me From speaking to my new darling And there's no way to know Our future foe scenarios That's when it turned on me Where bobby pins hold angel wings It's alright The things we laid do not amount to much Made of abandoned wood loose stones and such This revolution baby Proves who you work for lately Release the castaways who run amok From self appointed winds which blow and such When present tense gets strangled in the mire Made of our cozy decomposing wires Who do you work for baby And does it work for you lately But when the night is over and the walls start burning When fire starts to matter and the clock is churning Cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from Learning It's alright The things we laid do not amount to much Made up of thought balloons and cotton swabs When present tense gets strangled in the woes Made of our future foe scenarios This revolution baby Proves who you work for maybe... Who do you work for baby And does it work for you lately But when the night is over and the walls keep linking When fire starts to matter and the clock keeps sinking Cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from Thinking Our minds keep thinking It's alright That's when it turned on me A motorcade of 'meant to be's' Parades of beauty queens Where soft entwines make kindling These many detailed things Like broken nails and plastic rings Will win by keeping me From speaking to my new darling And there's no way to know Our future foe scenarios That's when it turned on me Where bobby pins hold angel wings It's alright The things we laid do not amount to much Made of abandoned wood loose stones and such This revolution baby Proves who you work for lately Release the castaways who run amok From self appointed winds which blow and such When present tense gets strangled in the mire Made of our cozy decomposing wires Who do you work for baby And does it work for you lately But when the night is over and the walls start burning When fire starts to matter and the clock is churning Cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from Learning It's alright The things we laid do not amount to much Made up of thought balloons and cotton swabs When present tense gets strangled in the woes Made of our future foe scenarios This revolution baby Proves who you work for maybe... Who do you work for baby And does it work for you lately But when the night is over and the walls keep linking When fire starts to matter and the clock keeps sinking Cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from Thinking Our minds keep thinking It's alright That's when it turned on me A motorcade of 'meant to be's' Parades of beauty queens Where soft entwines make kindling These many detailed things Like broken nails and plastic rings Will win by keeping me From speaking to my new darling And there's no way to know Our future foe scenarios That's when it turned on me Where bobby pins hold angel wings It's alright ( moins )

Now I wake up around 4 or 5. Eat, shower, and get dressed in about an hour's time. Take my vitamins, check my messages, and call around to some friends, make plans for dinner and drinks sometime after 9:00. Oh we're definitely going to call it in early tonight. Well, I need to dry out and take some time to clear my mind. Now before you know it here I am again, it's fucking 2:00 in the morning, standing in a bar, with a drink in hand. How low can you go before you can't turn around? Now seriously, this is my last and final time. Well I'm making some big, big changes in my life. No, you won't catch me down here again, waiting to score sweaty money palmed into my hand. What the fuck are you cutting this with anyway? Because I have got some really, really big plans. And today's the day I'm putting them into action. But before you know it, here I am again. It's fucking 6:00 in the morning. Rolled up dollar bill in my hand. How low can you go before you can't turn around? And I'm sick of feeling like I'm losing my mind. Sick of doing the same things night after night. Sick of self-loathing and self-absorbtion, self-destructive narcissism. I'm sick to death of being constantly fucking sick of. I don't know who I can trust. Thought there was us, now there is no one. ( moins )

We believe that the failure in personal development and the lack of self-esteem are the root causes of a lot of problems that plague our society today. We believe that by enlarging the scope of individual lives, by introducing them to self-determination techniques, by motivating them with goals, by showing them how to improve and achieve success and financial stability, we will save lives that now seem to be lost. More info on : http://www.amer-i-can.org/ ( moins )

In the land of make believe, you are all mine In the land of make believe, I’m doin fine In the land of make believe, you are all mine In the land of make believe, I’m doin fine First Verse – Vinnie Paz Turn the television off, cousin, that ain’t nothing for a girl to see I’ve got a niece and best believe she mean the world to me and she don’t need to see the shit that they think a girl should be ninety pound skinny bitches that ain’t even girl to me essentially this shit designed to take a hold of you telling lies till your vision takes control of you they finding different ways to take your fucking soul from you a show about a model make your self esteem low for you everything is fake trust me no one that lovely I’ve met a lot of famous people and they fat and ugly I ain’t any better I just think the fact is funny that they’ll take a little girl and pimp her for the cash and money and whats gonna become of them in like fifty years when Hannah Montana turning into Britney spears they chew you up and spit you out cus no one really cares and aint nobody gonna hold you when you really scared where the parents at cousin this is really bad is this the motherfucking manager or really dad is he concerned about his daughter or his silly pad this aint gonna change nothing I jus think this is really sad -Chorus- In the land of make believe, you are all mine In the land of make believe, I’m doin fine In the land of make believe, you are all mine In the land of make believe, I’m doin fine Turn the television off, cousin, it’s a tool for them to clog the mind Conservatism and Liberalism they divide the line the natural feelings of a child will still be common kind then they show you ads for the marines and they decide its time so they can send you to a war behind they fog of crime then send you homeless in a limb and not provide a dime and the news tell you that cops is on the block for people I’mma put it simple and plain, cops is evil take the television show cops for example that’s the shit that they want America to watch and sample never showing you how dirty that they really is and that they hide behind they badge and that they really bitch I aint never met a pig in my life, and I aint want to catch a body on the jig of my knife yeah, that’s another fucking topic for another day I’m gonna try to tell you how they get you in another way they tell you that there’s something wrong with you, you need they drugs but there ain’t nothing fucking wrong with you, they thieving thugs they sell drugs and commercials at the same time lock a motherfucker up for the same crime -Chorus- In the land of make believe, you are all mine In the land of make believe, I’m doin fine In the land of make believe, you are all mine In the land of make believe, I’m doin fine ( moins )

You're coming off kinda contrived and pretentious. You're not saying anything we haven't heard before. You're caught up in an argument. Oh, oh you're so lost in modern art. You will lose it all. And you will find again. Don't lose touch. Don't lose touch. S.O.S. texted from a cell phone? Please tell me I'm not the only one, that thinks we're taking ourselves too seriously, Just a little too enamored with inflated self-purpose. Talk is cheap. And it doesn't mean much. Don't lose touch. Don't lose touch. I'm losing touch. I'm losing touch. Constant entertainment for our restless minds. Constant stimulation for epic appetites. Is there something wrong with these songs? Maybe there's something wrong with the audience. Manipulation in rock music, fucking nausea. I'm losing touch. I'm losing touch, and it's obvious. ( moins )

Tell me how could you compromise Yourself like this? Tell me how could you blame anyone else When you aren't really committed? Tell me where was your head When you broke that promise to yourself, The one where you don't forget Every life lesson that happend before your eyes So you don't wake up to regret she's gone years away? You had hopes and dreams of a day Where everything, everything, everything would come together, You wouldn't have to be so scared. Are we just working till a day we decide we've had enough? All along We were strong enough To be sick of it, And put them back in their fucking place. Never asked for this responsibility We were never in this... Together. The reality that you know Is just behind your idea Of a society, security, and self. Am I just fucked up? 'Cause I can't remember The last time any of this made sense, The last time I Could stand up to myself. Street faces all blend into one, They ask for spare change. Am I forgetting What it looks like From the other side? Have I forgotten where I've come from? Are we just working till a day we decide we've had enough? All along We were strong enough To be sick of it, And put them back in their fucking place. Never asked for this responsibility We were never in this... Together... ( moins )