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soundtrack 17 (Lucienne Boyer)

Refren:
Vrei bani, banii n-o sa cada degeaba din cer
Vrei prieteni, invata sa vorbesti sincer
Vrei respect, invata sa respecti , sa oferi
Tre' sa meriti tot ce ai, sa castigi , nu sa ceri
Vrei bani, banii n-o sa cada degeaba din cer
Vrei prieteni, invata sa vorbesti sincer
Vrei respect, invata sa respecti , sa oferi
Tre' sa meriti tot ce ai, sa castigi , nu sa ceri

Ai 17 ani incepi sa intrii in ritm
Iti iei palme din plin, incepi sa crezi in destin
Totu-i un chin, parca rupt din alt film
Si nu-ti mai vine asa usor sa ai incredere totala in straini
Oamenii sunt mult mai caini decat cainii
In cursa pentru faima, te sfasie rechinii
Esti slab, nu-ncerca sa pari dur, nu cersii
Nu fura de la parinti, nu-ti trada prietenii
Lumea e plina de profeti, de comunisti si lipioti
O sa te-nvete ca nu toti sunt genii si ca tu nu poti
E selectie naturala, cel puternic invinge
Si succesul nemeritat rapid se stinge, ai zice
Ca e simplu sa te urci pe scena
Si ca poti sa fugi , si fugi la prima migrena
Ca ti-e permis, admins sa bagi in vena
SI cineva tre' sa-ti rezolve tie orice problema


Refren:

Vrei bani, banii n-o sa cada degeaba din cer
Vrei prieteni, invata sa vorbesti sincer
Vrei respect, invata sa respecti , sa oferi
Tre' sa meriti tot ce ai, sa castigi , nu sa ceri
Vrei bani, banii n-o sa cada degeaba din cer
Vrei prieteni, invata sa vorbesti sincer
Vrei respect, invata sa respecti , sa oferi
Tre' sa meriti tot ce ai, sa castigi , nu sa ceri


Nu-ti dori bani, faima, putere, respect
Daca-ai varsta la care nu esti in stare sa le ti piept
Iti bagi in vene, sa fi in trend, bagi pastile
Cu efect efervescent, te crezi cool, evident
Prin cluburi de noapte, te rupi in talente
Bagabontii te-mpart intre ei, ca si pe-alte zdrente
Unde ti-e capu' ? Nu te uiti c-arati ca dreacu'?
Te-ai distrus de nu te mai recunoaste nici tactu'
Problemele apar, toti cei din jur se-ascund
Prieteni nu mai ai ca i-ai uitat de mult
Ai tai nu te mai vor, tie ti-e dor de casa
Totul s-antors impotriva ta si nimanui nu-i pasa
Traiesti ca-ntr-o celula rece, cu regrete
Unde soarele apare doar daca-l desenezi pe perete
Viata te-a tratat intocmai ca pe un cobai
Si te-ai dus , bai bai bai , barbababai
O mana te mangaie, o voce calda te trezeste
A fost doar un vis urat, hei, ai 17, zambeste


Refren:

Vrei bani, banii n-o sa cada degeaba din cer
Vrei prieteni, invata sa vorbesti sincer
Vrei respect, invata sa respecti , sa oferi
Tre' sa meriti tot ce ai, sa castigi , nu sa ceri
Vrei bani, banii n-o sa cada degeaba din cer
Vrei prieteni, invata sa vorbesti sincer
Vrei respect, invata sa respecti , sa oferi
Tre' sa meriti tot ce ai, sa castigi , nu sa ceri

Thrive (Newsboys)

THRIVE-NEWSBOYS


Giving It Over
I was a teen flat-liner on the joy screen
Dead in the water of life as we knew
you offered me drink, I wanted more than a sip
But I couldn't let go of the straws I was clinging to

Giving it over, giving it over
I was flat on my back, I'd slid 'til it hurt
Giving it over, giving it over
You put my head in the clouds and my feet in good dirt
My head in the clouds and my feet in good...

Dirt Devils were crowding my head
With lies they spread
They'd convinced me of what fools know isn't true
Quick as an Outkast rhyme you took me back in time
Back to the first love I ever knew

Giving it over, giving it over
Got my broken heart healed and removed from its cast
Giving it over, giving it over
Yeah, I'm giving myself to a true love at last
Giving myself to a true love at last

You don't know where the wind's gonna blow
And since you can't take it with you better give it away before you go
Yeah, I'm giving it over

Greed is the word, it's a verb
Wants to bind us all
Bind us together like a platinum truss
Giving it over, giving it over
I'm putting my heart into treasures that don't rust
I'm giving it all over to a face I can trust

You don't know where the wind's gonna blow
And since you can't take it with you ]
Better give it away before you go
Yeah, I'm giving it over

Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music Publishing) / Soylent Tunes / SESAC









Live In Stereo
This field guide's got no soul
Digging for the sacred
In a man-made hole

The soil gets harder
The shovel won't behave
I just dug myself
Into a six foot grave

I need a new dimension
Got to Supersize
A Jacobean ladder
To a parallel prize

The walks by faith
The sight lines lie
How am I gonna tag along
With one tin ear
And one glass eye?
Well I...

I can't get there from here
When every sense is in mono
Walk by faith, you appear
I wanna live in stereo

I can't get there from here
Without a God-directed go
Walk by faith, you appear
I've gotta live in stereo

I quit, I fold, I'm done
Trying to scale Everest
Sherpa-less
Ain't fun

The best-laid plans
Are in my other pants
The base camp's buried
In an avalanche

I need a new dimension
Got to Supersize
A Jacobean ladder
To a parallel prize

The walk's by faith
The lone wolf dies
How am I gonna follow you
With blue man ears
And snow blind eyes?

Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music Publishing) / Soylent Tunes / SESAC




Million Pieces (Kissin' Your Cares Goodbye)
They all fall
Like a million raindrops
Falling from a blue sky
Kissing your cares goodbye
They all fall
Like a million pieces
A tickertape parade high
And now you're free to fly

Carryin' a millstone malaise
It's been pulling down your gaze
You pound the pavement
It don't give or care
This weight ain't yours to bear

Why you holdin' grudges in old jars?
Why you wanna show off all your scars?
What's it gonna take to lay a few burdens down?
It's a beautiful sound

When they all fall
Like a million raindrops
Falling from a blue sky
Kissing your cares goodbye
They all fall
Like a million pieces
A ticker tape parade high
And now you're free to fly

When that muffled sigh
Says you're barely getting by
Cut your burdens loose and just simplify
Simplify

This is not your floor
You're going higher than before
Drop the weight now
Wait for the lookout guide
Look outside

As they all fall
Like a million raindrops
Falling from a blue sky
Kissing your cares goodbye
They all fall
Like a million pieces
A ticker tape parade high
Now you're free to fly

You've gotta lay that burden down
You're gonna lay that burden down
It's time to leave your burdens in a pyre
Set a bonfire

'Cause when you lay your burdens down
When you lay your burdens down
When you drop them burdens
What a free-fall
What a thrill
Bury them all
In a landfill

Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Steve Taylor and Peter Furler
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music Publishing) / Soylent Tunes / SESAC








Thrive
Down here in the valley
Every shadow You see
Has its own story
Down here in the valley
Every puddle of mud
Comes from tears and blood
And it's so hard just to get warm
That the chill turns into despair

Will You lift me up with tender care?
Will You wash me clean in the palm of Your hand?
Will You hold me close so I can thrive?
When You touch me, that's when I know I'm alive

Down here in the valley
Nothing's able to grow
'Cause the light's too low
Folks spend their days
Digging 'round for diamonds and gold
'Til they just get old
And they don't know anything else
They don't know they're breathing bad air
But I'm tired of living like this
And my soul cries out, "If You're there...

Call me up to Your side
Draw me up to Your light
Let it blind me
Lord, refine me
Refine me out of my mind

Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor
©©2001 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music Publishing) /
Soylent Tunes / SESAC


















Rescue
Old as the hills, new everyday
It's in the bones like it's DNA
First taste is sweet 'til it rots in your mouth
Another old friend who rats you out
All of the time in this life
Can't loose the ties that bind
They s**le our feet, we trip, we fall
We crawl
I was born in the mess of it all

Then You rescued me, rescued me
Lord, with a touch of Your hand
Another captive free again
Who else in heaven could do this but You?
You rescued me, rescued me
Lord, with a love out of mind
Oh, You know I love it when
Everyday I am rescued again

Over the years your nature's way
Is turning wrongs into roles you play
Caught in a spell that's overcast
You gain perspective, it doesn't last
All of the time in this life
Can't loose the ties that blind you
They're new everyday, old as the fall
The fall
And I was born in the mess of it all

Every day, every way, every
Every cheap imitation
All of my imagination
Even my self-preservation
Is yours in time

Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter Furler, Steve Taylor and Phil Joel
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music Publishing) / Soylent Tunes / SESAC / Ariose Music (admin. by
EMI Christian Music Publishing) / Near Bliss Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music Publishing)/ ASCAP

















It Is You
As we lift up our hands
Will you meet us here?
As we call on your name
Will you meet us here?
We have come to this place
To worship you
God of mercy and grace

It is you
We adore
It is you
Praises are for
Only you
The heaven's declare
It is you
It is you

Holy, holy is our God Almighty
Holy, holy is his name alone
Holy, holy is our God Almighty
Holy, holy is his name alone

Music & Lyrics by Peter Furler
©©2001 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music Publishing) / SESAC

























Cornelius
And every generation's got
The fearless few who can't be bought
They don't take polls or look around
They act on truth, and then they stand their ground

Come up and see the world stripped bare
The free indeed
They breathe a rarified air
Yeah, they got spirit
Yeah, they got game
And some get christened
With a righteous-sounding name

Cornelius

And every generation knows
The doers do, the posers pose
'Cause every time the plop goes fizz
Another yes-man gets his

Come up and see the big man's boss
The mind clears out when you're taking up the cross
Yeah, his burden's easy
No, it don't chafe
It's God's safe harbor
Why play it safe?

Cornelius

Core-strong like a centurion
I wanna be Cornelius
Core-strong like a centurion
I wanna be Cornelius
His kneel is real
His kneel is real
What rhymes with Cornelius?
Helium

The "cor" is before a kneel, a kneel
The "i" is an "e" in us, in us
He's ready to fight but not to fuss
We like, we like Cornelius

And history proves the axiom
Surface skimmers choke on scum
Who's calling deep?
Who opens wide?
Who put the just in justified?

Check, check it out - the view you get
It's God's high-wire
There isn't any net
Show a little spirit
Show you got game
Show you know
We know, we know
You know what's in a name

He's ready to fight
But not to fuss
Cornelius

He isn't a wuss
He never was
Cornelius

Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music Publishing) / Soylent Tunes / SESAC

The Fad Of The Land
I'm a marinade
Of what's hot this summer
I'm an early comer
Bought a Gulf War Hummer

Every fad, I feel its force
Every trend, I do endorse
Got my genomes mapping
Caught my smart dog napping

I'm charging up the new, new thing
(I'm riffing on the new, new thing)
I'm answering a customized ring
I'm starting from the place you stop
I'm packing for an ego trip...hop

Stop the scam
You day traders in a traffic jam
Can the craze
All you players outta plays
Fight the man
All you suckers for a better brand
They got us livin' off the fad o' the land

Get your pager on
'Cause you know my number
I'm a wireless wonder
Got thumbs of thunder

Soul daddies in a fire wire tumble dryer
Soul mamas broke the breaker
Soul children packin' Prozac pacifiers
Get your plug-in
We all need to plug into our Maker

Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music Publishing) /
Soylent Tunes / SESAC

Sarý Çizmeli Mehmet Aða (Barýþ Manço)

Yaz dostum,güzel sevmeyene adam denir mi?
Yaz dostum,selam almayana yiðit denir mi?
Yaz dostum,altý üstü beþ metrelik bez için
Yaz dostum,boþa geçmiþ ömre yaþam denir mi?

(Nakarat)
Yaz tahtaya bir daha,tut defteri kitabý
Sarý çizmeli Mehmet Aða bir gün öder hesabý

Yaz dostum,yoksul görsen besle kaymak bal ile
Yaz dostum,garipleri giydir ipek þal ile
Yaz dostum,öksüz görsen sar kanadýn kolunu
Yaz dostum,kimsa göçmez bu dünyadan mal ile

(Nakarat)

Yaz dostum,Barýþ söyler kendi bir ders alýr mý?
Yaz dostum,su üstüne yazý yazsan kalýr mý?
Yaz dostum,bu dünyada ki haklý haksýz karýþmýþ
Yaz dostum,boþa koysan dolmaz,dolu su alýr mý?

(Nakarat)

Contraproducente (Hamlet)

¿Quién quiere ser tu héroe?
¿Qieres participar?
Acuerdos e intereses
Se gratificará

Esquiva los ataques, debe parecer normal
Insiste en los descartes siempre suele funcionar

No contemples ninguna advertencia
No despiertes tu debilidad
Experiencia a través de insolencia
Impotencia los que sufrirán

Pecamos de ignorancia
Quizás de confianza
A veces conformismo
El fin es uno mismo

Hemos establecido un reparto desigual
Por todos asumido hasta el punto de olvidar

Consecuencia tan imaginable
Como para dejarla pasar
Reaccionamos demasiado tarde
Aún a tiempo de rectificar

Contraproducente Asimílalo
Consecuentemente Adminístralo

¿Es justo que lloremos sin responsabilidad?
¿Es justo que soñemos si podemos actuar?
Tan sólo una premisa, es un modo de empezar
Tan sólo una promesa, es mirar aún más allá

Sunny Afternoon (Jimmy Buffett)

The tax man's taken all my dough
And left me in this stately home
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
And I can't even sail my yacht
He's taken everything I've got
All I got's this sunny afternoon

In the summertime
Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze
I got a big fat momma trying to break me
And I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
In the summertime
My girlfriend's run off with my car
And gone back to her ma and pa
Telling tales of parrot heads and parties
And now I'm just sitting here
Sipping on this ice cold beer
Lazing on a sunny afternoon

In the summertime
Help me, help me, help me sail away
Well give me two good reasons why I ought to stay
Cause I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime

Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze
I got a big fat momma trying to break me
And I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon

In the summertime
Tax man's taken all my dough
Gonna find that passport and out of here I'll go

1966 Davray Music Ltd. (PRS), admin. by Unichappell Music, Inc. (
BMI)/ABKCO Music, Inc.
(BMI). All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Systemfehler (Taschenbillard)

In meinem Speicher
schläft die Welt
Ich hab sie eben
Abgesaved.

Die Platte surrt in meinen Ohr'n

Leider läuft g'rad
Alles schief
Weil der Admin
Zu lang schlief

Auch das Handbuch ging verlor'n

Man spürt die Ewigkeit
Wie sie abrupt stehen bleibt
Und der Mensch ist schuld daran

Er hat die Erde eingeengt
Dass die Achse nur noch klemmt
Und sie nicht mehr weiter kann

Restart
Gedrückt
Die letzte
Chance

Meine Stirn ist schon schweißnass

Oh ich ver-
Gesse mich
Das System
Bootet nicht

Fatal Error, ja das war's

Man spürt die Ewigkeit...

Kommt schon kehren wir zurück
In eine wunderschöne Zeit
Eine Idylle ohne Hass
Ohne Hunger ohne Leid

Auszug aus der Langeweile
Und diesem Alltagszwang
Sprengt doch alle Euro Autos
Fangt eine neues Leben an

Iraq Mubarak Song (Mensur)

Hamza jehmet rakvelili
cek my zumba dindrlili!
Ungi dungi chakaboye
Yikmah lunta ugagoye!
Muz, muz Sadam
lihmet burek nedam!
Azimi Aljeti zind metrolojog pakistaner
hate one pekinazer!
Ashik buva rahmetli dernek,
arafat ma jen pendrek!
Ujujujujujulili
ke to cvili!

Chorus (X10):
Avliya, avliya, avliya
dje ye bolan Aliya!
Avliya, avliya, avliya
nestade my kapiya!
Ilililililililililili!!!!
Hamza, hamza, ramza!

Rahmetili poster bayro shishmish
mashala shisharka mimish!
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Muslimaner kadiya burekdjiya,
kadiya sudiya basketbaliya!
Kijamet avidja Izmet Fekaliya,
zvrk hanuma a dje Aliya!
Alyia zind zvrk hanuma shupak merakliya,
Kabachola iz zajne guzi-guzi!
Oy, oy,oy,oy kukulele
mehmet, mehmet Mubarak Iraq lele!

The System Administrator Song (Three Dead Trolls In A Baggie)

In most every cubicle-monkey's life, there is a person or team of people who do the jobs no one else even dares to even try to understand. They are our alpha geeks. Our nerd buddies. Our System Administrators. And it is they who truly control your life. It is to them that you must bow down and admit your ignorance every time you do something stupid on your computer. You are right to fear them, for they can destroy every file on your computer, just by leaving it alone with you for the long weekend. They are the dark lords of the I.T. industry. Invincible in their knowledge of the intricacies of NT Networking protocols and cross-platform file recovery methods. Some of them even have girlfriends. They control the information technology industry and they still want more. Friday, July 26th has been designated System Administrator Day by the Dark Kobald that controls everything. You are encouraged to buy them lunches, or install home-theatre systems in their offices. They humiliate you when you forget your **, and now they want an appreciation day? Well I for one say; let's give it to them....it's not like we have a choice.

There's a guy who works in another room,
Or, on another floor.
He's the one you call,
When your document ain't there no more.
He's probably a boy, but he might be a girl,
Or, something in-between.
He's the only one in the building
Who knows what PC load-letter means.
He's your System Administrator.
He probably reads comic books.
And you tremble in fear when you have to hear one of his,
"What a dummy", looks.
Got a virus, lost your ** or you just can't print?
In an hour he'll show and then he'll crouch and squint.
Fight to save your files, he might be there all day.
But sometimes, he just presses caps lock...and he walks away...
But hey! Suddenly my ** works! Hooray!
Hooray, happy Syst. Admin. day,
Gonna buy my guy a gift to say:
"Having you around means I get to stay
Stupid! And uninformed!"
And I can keep opening .exe e-mail attachments,
And forgetting my mother's maiden name,
And naming files with spaces
And ampersands and colons,
'Cause you'll fix it all for me!

I'll give you a cake,
I'll give you a hug,
I'll buy "The World's Best
System Administrator" mug,
Just help me out...
System Administrator!
Delete my Recently Viewed Websites file!
(Administrator)
Restore my network settings so I can find my F drive!
(Administrator)
Argh! Plug in my mouse!
(Administrator)

Piss him off,
And you'll be fired by tomorrow morn,
Cause he's the guy
Who knows that you were surfing **.
So July 26th....
Make sure you get a present for your...
System....Ad-min-is-traaa-torrr.

Tennessee (Marcel)


I left the west coast, watched the palm trees
Wave goodbye, it was a hard drive,
I had to say goodbye to you.
I stopped for some Coca-Cola and some Corn Nuts too.
I thought about turning back, I already missed you.


Chorus:
If you need me, burn it up, bend the rules, leave right away
If you need me, take a four-lane headed my way
Take a bus, take a plane, take a car, take a train,
Take a bike, hitch a ride, you decide.
If you need me you know where I'll be, yeah
In Tennessee

Going through my boxes, found a photograph
Where you're sitting on a mule in Mexico, picture perfect point of view
And then a post card dropped from the book you gave me
On my birthday, and it hit me baby

Chorus:
If you need me, burn it up, bend the rules, leave right away
If you need me, take a four-lane, headed my wayTake a bus, take a plane, take a car, take a train
Take a bike, hitch a ride, you decide
If you need me, leave LA, we'll take it day by day,
All alone, here I am, by the phone, understand
It's not too late, what are you waiting for
If you need me, you know where I'll be, yeah
In Tennessee

It's a Sunday morning, I awake, it's just another lonely day
I lie in bed and wonder how long is this gonna takeThen I think to myself, will I ever get a break
Or did I make a big mistake?

Well, I'll light the fire, I'll draw the bubble bath, hey, you do the math
It's just me, and I'm without you, what else could I do?

Repeat First Chorus

(c) 2002 Universal Music Corp./Chaggy Buss Entertainment,
admin by Universal Music Corp. (ASCAP);
Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp./Green Ivy Music, admin. by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI). All rights reserved. Used by permission. International copyright secured.

Sari Cizmeli Mehmet Aga (Kurban)

Yaz dostum güzel sevmeyene adam denir mi
Yaz dostum selam almayana yiğit denir mi
Yaz dostum altı üstü beş metrelik bez için
Yaz dostum boşa geçmiş ömre yaşam denir mi

Yaz tahtaya bir daha tut defteri kitabı
Sarı çizmeli Mehmet ağa bir gün öder hesabı

Yaz dostum yoksul görsen besle kaymak bal ile
Yaz dostum garipleri giydir ipek şal ile
Yaz dostum öksüz görsen sar kanadın kolunu
Yaz dostum kimse göçmez bu dünyadan mal ile

Yaz tahtaya bir daha tut defteri kitabı
Sarı çizmeli Mehmet ağa bir gün öder hesabı

Yaz dostum Deniz söyler kendi bir ders alır mı
Yaz dostum su üstüne yazı yazsan kalır mı
Yaz dostum bir dünya ki haklı haksız karışmış
Yaz dostum boşa koysan dolmaz dolusu alır mı

Yaz tahtaya bir daha tut defteri kitabı
Sarı çizmeli Mehmet ağa bir gün öder hesabı


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