Wouldn't it be nice if we were older, Then we wouldn't have to wait so long? And wouldn't it be nice to live together, In the kind of world where we belong? You know it's gonna make it that much better, When we can say goodnight and stay together. Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up, In the morning when the day is new? And after having spent the day together, Hold each other close the whole night through? Happy times together we've been spending. I wish that every kiss was never ending. Oh, wouldn't it be nice? Maybe if we think, and wish, and hope, And pray it might come true. (Run-run, we-oooooo.) Baby, then there wouldn't be, A single thing we couldn't do. We could be married, (Oh, we could be married,) And then we'd be happy. (And then we'd be happy.) Oh, wouldn't it be nice? (Bah-bah-bah, bah-ba-bomp-ba.) [ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/aax ] (Bah-bah-bah, bah-ba-bomp-ba.) You know it seems the more we talk about it, It only makes it worse to live without it. But let's talk about it. But, wouldn't it be nice? (Woooo-oo-ooo, run-run.)(Bah-bah-bah, bah-ba-bomp-ba.) (Woooo-oo-ooo, run-run.)(Bah-bah-bah, bah-ba-bomp-ba.) Good night my baby. (Woooo-oo-ooo, run-run.)(Bah-bah-bah, bah-ba-bomp-ba.) Sleep tight my baby. (Woooo-oo-ooo, run-run.)(Bah-bah-bah, bah-ba-bomp-ba.) Good night my baby. (Woooo-oo-ooo, run-run.)(Bah-bah-bah, bah-ba-bomp-ba.) [ Fades. ] Sleep tight my baby. (Woooo-oo-ooo, run-run.)(Bah-bah-bah, bah-ba-bomp-ba.) Good night my baby. (Woooo-oo-ooo, run-run.)(Bah-bah-bah, bah-ba-bomp-ba.) Sleep tight my baby. ( moins )

Here we stand Worlds apart, hearts broken in two, two, two Sleepless nights Losing ground I'm reaching for you, you, you Feelin' that it's gone Can change your mind If we can't go on To survive the tide love divides Someday love will find you Break those chains that bind you One night will remind you How we touched And went our separate ways If he ever hurts you True love won't desert you You know i still love you Though we touched And went our separate ways Troubled times Caught between confusions and pain, pain, pain Distant eyes Promises we made were in vain, vain, vain If you must go, i wish you love You'll never walk alone Take care my love Miss you love (chorus twice) I still love you girl I really love you girl And if he ever hurts you True love won't desert you No, no ( moins )

Four sins past sainthood, it's like I'm dying to forget, all the sleepless nights lying perfectly alone and still. I can drink 'til victory, I'll drink to the mighty, drink until I die or at least until the sunrise. When honesty as popular as a plague comes to remind me that the dead's winning the race with me. going nowhere, Right down the street a prostitute is selling the closest thing to love that this country has to offer. And Alachua still sleeps tonight And Alachua still sleeps tonight And Alachua still sleeps tonight so we fought for the republic while a catholic sun filled every eye. From the atlantic to the pacific ocean,victory, I drank to the mighty. We died for oil, died for borders, killed for democracy, still believed every platform. Can You handle the death, accept what you create together. I still know every politician is a fucking monster. Culture kills bureaucrats and all other undesirables. History said we died for freedom but today no justice was served. And America still sleeps tonight And America still sleeps tonight And America still sleeps tonight and i hope it doesn't wake up tomorrow so we boasted that we were champions, each country singing it's own praise. Like a rock thrown in to the ocean, humanity was rising to the top. Two world wars later, countless "military interventions" we erect monuments to history and give apologies to the dead. All that was fought for the living is quickly forgotten. We don't remember the dates, we don't remember the reasons. We have no idea what's going on. Building histories of western corporations. It doesn't even turn my stomach to see the pictures of atrocities anymore. Going numb in the new order of the new century. And Alachua still sleeps tonight And America still sleeps tonight And the world still sleeps tonight. And Alachua still sleeps tonight And America still sleeps tonight And the world still sleeps tonight. ( moins )

Dans la chronologie du concert cette chanson est chanté juste avant memorial adress. Teddy bear est une chanson autobiographique. Elle est dédié a son pére qui les a laissé elle est sa mére alors qu'elle etait toute petite. pour le moment les paroles sont en Anglais: You once said long ago while stroking my hair, "When you wake up, there'll be a nice present waiting for you by your pillow." You weren't always there for me, but we could laugh together at funny stories. But how can people regret mistakes that they keep making over and over again? I remember now... that night I thought I had buried. You once said, long ago while stroking my hair, "When you wake up there'll be a nice present waiting for you by your pillow." I lay sleeping with my arms crossed around my chest, looking forward to the morning. When I woke up, I found by my pillow a teddy bear... in place of you. You once said, long ago while stroking my hair, "When you wake up there'll be a nice present waiting for you by your pillow." ( moins )

This video was leak during an alex jones show some guy edit it to cut the rant of mister jones... If you encounter a police officer in the Usa you better hide your camera, sleeping bag and gps. And don't take any picture! All of these can link you to terrorism. And god help you if you are wearing a "don't tread on me shirt" and have a ron paul bumper sticker... This is riducoulous, think about it... You want to bomb a governement building or anything. Will you get there, take picture and use you gps to mark location? That make no sence at all since in most of the case you can find tons of info such as building plans, live video feeds, pictures, sattellite imagery and such only by using google. Who's on these lists you might ask... Well, in short. people like you and me that disapprove politics of the administration. Veterans, anti-abortion group, ecological group, protester and much more are consider as "potential homegrown terrorist" by the DHS. ( moins )

We charge into danger. No guarantees or safe places. No one can be trusted, everyone is a suspect. All the money's worthless. The talent is trite and exaggerated. The food is turning and the water's fucking poison. And it's rotting your teeth right out of your head, sight and hearing are quickly faded. Your gut's expanding, your hairline's receding. The sores are opening and the cancer's spreading. And the antibiotics aren't working, All the drugs are just strangely sobering. And the skeletons in your closet have opened the door and they've started talking. Just like Miami! Miami! Fucking Miami. Miami! Sharks circling for the feeding. All hope has been abandoned, like ballots drifting into the ocean. Just like Miami! Miami! Fucking Miami! Miami! Sharks circling for the feeding. All hope has been abandoned, like ballots drifting into the ocean. Hey! They're in your room while you're sleeping. They're in your car behind the seat waiting. All the rifle sights are on the back of your head. They're slipping it into your drink when you're not looking. And they're selling it to you as art. It's every other word in movies and songs. All the public is buying, it's business as usual, and the business is capitalizing on your fear, your greed, your perversions and vices. They say you're guilty, they've got the evidence to prove it. The mistakes are obvious, the faults are glaring. The plane is on fire, the fucking ship is sinking. And you're swept away in a hurricane. You're buried in the rubble of an earthquake. It's terminal, inoperable, they're amputating! Massive hemmorrhaging, major fucking complications! Just like Miami! Miami! Fucking Miami! Miami! Sharks circling for the feeding. All hope has been abandoned, like ballots drifting into the ocean. Just like Miami! Miami! Fucking Miami! Miami! Sharks circling for the feeding. All hope has been abandoned, like ballots drifting into the ocean. Miami! ( moins )

This one's for the shoeshine boy And the farmer in debt Each string is barbed wire Each chord is a threat This blues guy I met That never had a hit Said you don't gotta be loud, son To be heavy as shit Well I'm the triggerman, baby And tonight I'll prove That this machine here Well it kills fascists too And don't be surprised If the sermon on the mount Next time is delivered In a little coffee house 'Cause somebody here's Gotta let them know I doubt it's me But here I go I hit the button Tape started to roll The song's got fire But it's got no soul There's a lonely stretch of blacktop Between here and home Drop down into the valley Piano playin' in the living room And when you see the white barn You'll know the journey's through My dog's barking in the backseat 'Cause he knows it too You'll need a fake passport And fix your disguise And don't fire, sugar Til you see the whites of their eyes I turned the other cheek But now I'm through The skin you're in Makes choices for you I was checking off names And I came late to dinner Seems the slices of pie Keep getting thinner and thinner Brothers and sisters Rejoice and repent The landlord's dead You can keep the rent You got twelve fine friends But one of 'em's rotten There's a hole out back Ain't got no bottom Forty days in the wilderness Forty sleepless nights I'm confused, half blind And sure I'm right There's a lonely stretch of blacktop Between here and home Drop down into the valley Piano playin' in the living room And when you see the white barn You'll know the journey's through My dog's barking in the backseat 'Cause he knows it too Officer please I won't be long Called the radio station Requested this song I had my doubts About what I knew So I turned it up Then it sounded true Kiss the ring If the Queen will let you But come over the fence And the dogs will get you On a rope hung the traitor On a hook hung the meat You and me are missing persons Til we're counted in the streets So seize the time And storm the tower And come correct Maximum Firepower... With Maximum Firepower For the sins of the fathers The son he must pay The Nightwatchman giveth And he taketh away Thought hard about this next line Pretty sure it's true If you take a step towards freedom It'll take two steps towards you So mister I ain't scared And mister I ain't worried 'Cause on that lonely stretch of blacktop I sit as judge and jury There's a lonely stretch of blacktop Between here and home Drop down into the valley Piano playin' in the living room And when you see the white barn You know the journey's through My dog's barking in the backseat 'Cause he knows it too The clock strikes the hour Tonight we ride You've got three more seconds To choose sides ( moins )

(1969) Left a good job in the city, Workin for the man evry night and day, And I never lost one minute of sleepin, Worryin bout the way things might have been. Chorus: Big wheel keep on turnin, Proud mary keep on burnin, Rollin, rollin, rollin on the river. Cleaned a lot of plates in memphis, Pumped a lot of pain down in new orleans, But I never saw the good side of the city, til I hitched a ride on a river boat queen. Chorus Rollin, rollin, rollin on the river. If you come down to the river, Bet you gonna find some people who live. You dont have to worry cause you have no money, People on the river are happy to give. Chorus Rollin, rollin, rollin on the river. Rollin, rollin, rollin on the river. Rollin, rollin, rollin on the river. ( moins )