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The Calling (Mk II) 

Clear your tears and dry your eyes
We live in fear and drunken lies
Douse the flames of evil dawning
The cold blade falls on misty morning
And for their sins we live and die
The angel cowers in blackened skies
So take my hand and walk again
We'll take a walk through yellow rain
She's calling, just calling...
She's calling, just calling...
So now's the time we hear the calling
While lovers feast by mirrored pools
A million cries from shattered faces
We dance in tune to the pipes of gold
She's calling, just calling...
She's calling, just calling...
She's calling, just calling...
She's calling, just calling...
She's calling, just calling...
She's calling, just calling...
She's calling, just calling...
She's calling, just calling...
She's calling, just calling...
She's calling, just calling...

The Calling (Mk II)

Turbo Lover 

You won't hear me
But you'll feel me
Without warning, somethings dawning, listen (listen, listen)
Then within your senses
You'll know you're defenseless
How your heart beats when you run for cover (cover, cover)
You can't retreat, I spy like no other

Then we race together
We can ride forever
Wrapped in horsepower, driving into fury
Changing gear, I pull you tighter to me

I'm your turbo lover
Tell me there's no other
I'm your turbo lover
Better run for cover

We hold each other closer, as we shift to overdrive
And everything goes rushing by, with every nerve alive
We move so fast, it seems as though we've taken to the sky
Love machines in harmony, we hear the engines cry
I'm your turbo lover
Tell me there's no other
I'm your turbo lover
Better run for cover

On and on we're charging to the place so many seek
In perfect synchronicity of which so many speak
We feel so close to heaven in this roaring heavy load
And then in sheer abandonment, we shatter and explode (explode)

I'm your turbo lover
Tell me there's no other
I'm your turbo lover
Better run for cover

I'm your turbo lover
Tell me there's no other
I'm your turbo lover
Better run for cover
Turbo Lover by Death Menace May 15, 2023

Save a Prayer 

You saw me standing by the wall corner of a main street
And the lights are flashing on your window sill
All alone ain't much fun so you're looking for the thrill
And you know just what it takes and where to go

Don't save a prayer for me now

Save it til the morning after
No don't say a prayer for me now

Save it til the morning after

Feel the breeze deep on the inside look you down into the well
If you can you'll see the world in all his fire
Take a chance like all dreamers can't find another way
You don't have to dream it all, just live a day

Don't say a prayer for me now
Save it 'til the morning after
No don't say a prayer for me now
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after

Pretty looking road I try to hold the rising floods that fill my skin
Don't ask me why I'll keep my promise melt the ice
And you wanted to dance so I asked you to dance
But fear is in your soul
Some people call it a one night stand but we can call it paradise
Don't say a prayer for me now
Save it til the morning after
No don't say a prayer for me now
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after (doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo)
Save a prayer 'til the morning after
Save a prayer 'til the morning after
Save a prayer 'til the morning after
Save a prayer 'til the morning after
Save a prayer 'til the morning after
Save a prayer 'til the morning after

Cool For Cats 

The Indians send signals from the rocks above the pass
The cowboys take position in the bushes and the grass
The squaw is with the corporal, she is tied against the tree
She doesn't mind the language, it's the beating she don't need
She lets loose all the horses when the corporal is asleep
And he wakes to find the fire's dead and arrows in his hats
And Davy Crockett rides around and says it's cool for cats
It's cool for cats (cool for cats)

The Sweeney's doing ninety 'cause they've got the word to go
They get a gang of villains in a shed up at Heathrow
They're counting out the fivers when the handcuffs lock again
In and out of Wandsworth with the numbers on their names
It's funny how their missus always look so bleeding same
And meanwhile at the station there's a couple of likely lads
Who swear like, "How's your father?" and they're very cool for cats
They're cool for cats (cool for cats)
To change the mood a little I've been posing down the pub
On seeing my reflection, I'm looking slightly rough
I fancy this, I fancy that, I wanna be so flash
I give a little muscle and I spend a little cash
But all I get is bitter and a nasty little rash
And by the time I'm sober I've forgotten what I've had
And everybody tells me that it's cool to be a cat
Cool for cats (cool for cats)

Shape up at the disco and I think I've got a pull
I ask her lots of questions and she hangs on to the wall
I kiss her for the first time and then I take her home
I'm invited in for coffee and I give the dog a bone
She likes to go to discos but she's never on her own
I said I'll see you later and give her some old chat
But it's not like that on the TV when it's cool for cats
It's cool for cats (cool for cats)

Hey Little Girl

Hey-hey
When everything goes wrong
Sometimes it makes no sense
Hey-hey
There once was a time
I should have known better then
Hey-hey
Although you may try
It won't come your way again

Hey, little girl
Where will you hide?
Who can you run to now?
Hey, little girl
Where will you go?
Who can you turn to now?

Hey, hey
So why should I care
If somebody let you down?
Hey, hey
That's nothing new
I know just what that can mean
Hey, hey
Well, the way that they talk
The talk is all over town
Hey, hey
And it's no surprise
Little girls hurt sometimes
Hey Little Girl
Where will you hide?
Who can you run to now?
Hey, little girl
Where will you go?
Who can you turn to now? (who can you turn to now?)

Hey, hey
When everything goes wrong

Sometimes it makes no sense
Hey, hey
Hey, little girl
Should have known better
Better
Hey, hey

Hey, little girl
Where will you hide?
Who can you run to now?
Hey, little girl
Where will you hide?
Who can you run to now?
(Who can you run to now?)
Hey, little girl (little girl)
Where will you go? (will you go?)

Order of Nine Angles 

Secret underground society of elite Union of British neo-nazi’s and Satanists. /O9A

I wasn’t a part of it, but I did know some members.
All members of the Order of Nine Angles are required to wear black at all times.

Palaye Royale 

Eww, what a faggy band. I can’t believe thousands of disturbed disaffected teenagers around the world listen to this garbage band. It’s poisoning their minds. Their music is utterly disgusting and atrocious. Clearly the people that like or listen to this god awful band are talentless miserable losers who will never amount to anything in their lives. See: lost cause

This band speaks for the disaffected but talentless thousands; It’s no wonder these days disturbed teenagers around the world carry the lyrics of this band clutched tightly to their chests.

This band is just another one of those hypocritical unoriginal, lame-ass, anti-establishment, counter culture, hyper schlocky dime a dozen punk rock/indie/underground “anti-establishment” cookie cutter bands.

Many Gen Z’ers think that this band is good music, when in reality it is nothing more than rehashed 1976 Punk rock. Only more watered-down and radio friendly, and less creative.

(Are people these days THAT stupid? Sigh… I guess they are.)
Palaye Royale, forgive me, but you guys suck.