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The Little Hen

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The little hen has said 'enough,
I will not lay eggs any longer.
To hell with this damned salary
that has enslaved me for so long.
 
And if I can't resist making eggs,
I will get myself a constipation:
No hot or cold eggs whatsoever
for him who takes advantage of me.'
 
The hen has said no.
Long live the revolution!
 
'In exchange for some grains of wheat
you have taken away my power to fly,
but, I swear, this won't continue!
I have a whole life before me.
And I won't just await my fate:
once I get rid of my executioner
there will not be any more risk
in hens keeping each other informed.'
 
The hen has said no.
Long live the revolution!
 
'And the roosters claiming my bed,
I will pick the healthy and brave ones,
for I'm fed up with those impotent ones
that make me spend such boring nights.
Let me put it forever on record
that nothing about me is virgin
and that you are not going to see me
get another constipation there.'
 
The hen has said no.
Long live the revolution!
 

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On the first floor of a wooden apartment, he was absorbed in painting pictures.
 
He wanted to paint in his own way. He wanted to depict the world around him.
 
From a young age he loved to draw, since everyone praised him for it.
 
But these days the only person who praises him is his girlfriend living with him.
 
But he was happy with that. Even though their daily routines kept them apart, he treasured the letters she would leave behind on cherry blossom themed stationery.
 
Before he knew it, dawn had broken. Before he knew it, the day had passed.
 
Before he knew it, winter had ended. And that day, he sold his first painting.
 
Their circumstances were already starting to change.
 
In the following month he sold all his paintings.
 
The world around them kept on changing.
 
Everyone lauded his paintings.
 
His girlfriend, looking so happy, said, ''I was right to have believed in you.''
 
''I was right.''
 
Sometimes he received letters of appreciation from the buyers of his paintings.
 
He didn't feel very appreciated, but he didn't feel hated either.
 
He was delighted by all the treasures that began to pile up in that small room.
 
He hoped that things would stay this way forever.
 
He grew to like painting more and more.
 
He wanted to paint more magnificent paintings.
 
He wanted to paint in his own way. He wanted to depict deeper truths.
 
He completed his masterpiece. Even his girlfriend smiled and said, ''It's wonderful, isn't it?''
 
It was a painting of true human nature, shameful enough to make anyone avert their eyes.
 
But everyone scowled at his painting.
 
People left like the tide was dragging them away.
 
The world around them kept on changing.
 
People derided him, calling him talentless.
 
The arguing grew, and his girlfriend finally left him.
 
''I guess I was wrong to have believed in you.''
 
''I guess I was wrong.''
 
On the first floor of a wooden apartment, even now he's still painting pictures.
 
He wanted to paint in his own way. Ultimately, he wanted to depict his emptiness.
 
From a young age he loved to draw, but at this point he no longer remembers the reason.
 
There's nobody around who praises him anymore.
 
He no longer even gives names to the paintings that keep piling up.
 
Many months must have gone by without him realizing, but that day, he sold a single painting for the first time in a while.
 
The world around him kept on changing.
 
A letter arrived from the buyer - a single sentence on cherry blossom themed stationery: ''I was right to have believed in you.''
 
''I was right.''
 
''I was right to have believed in you.''
 
''I was right.''
 
''I was right to have believed in you.''
 
''I was right.''
 

Hail Satan

We drink the blood
We eat the flesh
 
We drink the blood
We eat the flesh
Raise the body of Satan
Hail!
 
We drink the blood
We eat the flesh
Raise the body of Satan
Hail!
 
Hail, hail the Antichrist!
Hail, hail the Antichrist!
Hail, hail the Antichrist!
Hail Satan!
 
We drink the blood
We eat the flesh
Raise the body of Satan
 
We drink the blood
We eat the flesh
Raise the body of Satan
 
We drink the blood
We eat the flesh
Raise the body of Satan
Satan!
 
We drink the blood
We eat the flesh
Raise the body of Satan
Satan!
Satan!
 
Hail, hail Satan!
 

Gambia

Kairaya loo
Tengkungoyabeng
yiriwaningnyatotaa le yajiyaa
Hadamaya
Sewo ye nyaadaalubeng
n'nabankukendemaalem Gambia
Ibedawoda
Ikana song mummey
kanyineyfaasuwo la Gambia
Tonya
I'nyinatai'bonsungwo la
I'nyinatai'fangwo le la
Nsinganyaa
N'tenganyaata N'nabanko le la
N'singanyaa, N'singanyaa
N'singanyaa
Al nganaakafunyooma Nganyomuta
N'singanyaa
Wolemunyatotaa Ningnafasoto
Gambiankolu le
Nyinembankunyimati
Gambiankolu le
Nyingbankukaira ma
Gambiankolu le
Nyinemmoolabankooti
Gambiankolu le
Nyinenyongomangsiyaa
A nemata
Woleyasaabu
Mooluyabunyaa
Abarakata
Woleyatinna
Moolumangnyangna,
Nyingbankunyimaafaylaa
Aaaaaaaaaaaaa
Bankodingolu
Ali ngana Kafunyooma
Tonyaa
N'mangnimisa
Nyingbankudingyaala mummey
Ningtata
Duniyaakono
Nyingbankoo la diya mbafola
Gambia nyongte
Gambiankolu le
Nyinembankunyimati
Gambiankolu le
Nyingbankukaira ma
Gambiankolu le
Nyinemmoolabankooti
Gambiankolu le
Nyinenyongomangsiyaa
Gambia le ma
Gambia le ma
M'bekuuma la
Gambia le ma
Gambia le ma
M'bekuuma la
Gambia le ma...
Kairasuu,
Alaafo Gambia
Nemasuu,
Oohhhoo Gambia
Hadamayaasuu,
Alaafo Gambia
Baadingyaasuu,
Oohhhoo Gambia...
 

told you so

look here, look here, look here
i've been thinking of you
look here, look here, look here
we ran into each other
 
i don't think it's just a coincidence
but maybe that's just me
 
it seems like you're listening to me
even if it feels strange, i keep looking at you
it felt like a coincidence for a moment
i look and look and look at you
 
when i was breathless with pain
and when my heart was full
just like today
you were always by my side
 
to you who always felt it too
to you, to you, to you
 
look here, look here, look here
i've been thinking of you
look here, look here, look here
we ran into each other
 
i don't think
it's just a coincidence
my heart and yours
 
the familiar feeling passes
as if i'm someone else
my face that you see
isn't at ease
 
that strange feeling in my heart
to you, to you, to you
 
look here, look here, look here
i've been thinking of you
look here, look here, look here
we ran into each other
 
i don't think
it's just a coincidence
my heart and yours
are the same
 
it's not summer
but why do i feel warm when i see you?
there's so many people
but why do i only see you?
 
all of my days
are following you
my heart and my eyes
see you everyday
 
look here, look here, look here
look here, look here, look here
look here, look here, look here
look here, look here, look here
 
i don't think
it's just a coincidence
my heart and yours