Sympathy for the Devil
The Rolling Stones

Please allow me to introduce myself
I?m a man of wealth and taste
I?ve been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man?s soul and faith
And I was ?round when jesus christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what?s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around st. petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a general?s rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what?s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
Who killed the kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
I?m a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what?s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what?s confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
?cause I?m in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I?ll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But what?s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, what?s my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what?s my name
I tell you one time, you?re to blame
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
What?s me name
Tell me, baby, what?s my name
Tell me, sweetie, what?s my name
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah

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Die Mitglieder der Loge der Aufgeklärten Brüder II

?Sind die Rauchfässer des Schicksals rituell gezüchtigt?? ? ?Klar doch!? ? ?Klar doch?? ? ?Klar doch, hab?s selbst erledigt!? ? ?Du sollst eigentlich antworten: ?Für wahr, oh oberster und größter??. Meine Güte, ich habe euch immer wieder darauf hingewiesen: Wenn ihr nicht mit der richtigen Einstellung an die Sache herangeht?? ? ?Ja, ja, hör gut zu, was dir der oberste Meister zu sagen hat!? ? ?Ich hab die blöden Rauchfässer stundenlang gezüchtigt!?

Die Mitglieder der Loge der Aufgeklärten Brüder

"Sind die Räder der Qual richtig gedreht, Bruder Wachturm?" - " Es ist nicht meine Aufgabe die Räder der Qual zu drehen, normalerweise kümmert sich Bruder Stukateur um die Räder der Qual!" - "Nein, das stimmt nicht! Meine Pflicht besteht darin die Achsen der universellen Zitrone zu schmieren! Du behauptest..." - "NUN SEID ENDLICH STILL! Heute Abend brauchen wir die Räder der Qual gar nicht!"

Ich und meine Brüder ham das Kriegsbeil ausgegraben,
wir können es uns leisten euch als Feinde zu haben,
feige und bestechlich und für das was sie sagen nicht bereit,
die Konsequenzen zu tragen

Cathedral
Crosby Stills Nash


Six o' clock in the morning I feel pretty good
So I dropped
into the luxury of the Lords
Fighting dragons and crossing swords
With the people against the
hordes who came to conquer

Seven o'clock in the morning here it comes I taste the warning
And
I'm so amazed I'm here today
Seeing things so clear this way
In the car and on my way to Stonehenge

I'm
flying in Winchester cathedral - sunlight pouring through the break of day
Stumbled through
the door and into the chamber
There's a lady setting flowers on a table covered lace
And a cleaner
in the distance finds a cobweb on a face
And a feeling deep inside of me tells me this can't be the
place

I'm flying in Winchester cathedral - all religion has to have its day
Expressions on
the face of the Saviour
Made me say I can't stay

Open up the gates of the church and let me out
of here
Too many people have lied in the name of Christ for anyone to heed the call
So many people
have died in the name of Christ that I can't believe it all
And now I'm standing on the grave of a soldier
that died in 1799
And the day he died it was a birthday - and I noticed it was mine
And my head didn't
know just who I was and I went spinning back in time
And I am high upon the altar - high upon the altar
- high

I'm flying in Winchester cathedral - it's hard enough to drink the wine
The air inside
just hangs in delusion
But given time I'll be fine

Open up the gates of the church and let me
out of here
Too many people have lied in the name of Christ for anyone to heed the call
Too many
people have died in the name of Christ that I can't believe it all
And now I'm standing on the grave
of a soldier that died in 1799
And the day he died it was a birthday - and I noticed it was mine
And
my head didn't know just who I was and I went spinning back in time
And I am high - upon the altar - high
- upon the altar - high