“Alternative” Lyrics 429

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Campaign Team; Donald J. Trump’s Transition Team; Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Former Members of Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Republicans; Republican Party;
“Tommyknockers” by Blind Guardian

She’s opening here eyes
To find the thing
By a touch she’s lost
It’s waiting for her a long time

The kingdom’s lost
Cause there’s one nail missing
Playing with fire
Turn of the light
And she’ll fall down
Playing with her life
But she can’t leave it
There’s one rhyme in her brain

Oh, last night and the night before
Tommyknockers, Tommyknockers
Knocked at your back door
Oh, last night and the night before
Tommyknockers, Tommyknockers
Knocked at your back door
Tommyknockers

The pain in my head
The cycle awakes
I’m on my way to Oz
I want to drink and she wants to dig
She’s in trouble oh I know
There’s something going wrong
Tommyknockers on their way
What’s up in “Leighton Street”?

Oh, last night and the night before
Tommyknockers, Tommyknockers
Knocked at your back door
Oh, last night and the night before
Tommyknockers, Tommyknockers
Knocked at your back door

I’m the hero, I am back
With weapons and with magic spells
I’ll settle every task
An old, ill and drunken guy

The moon is full of blood
I’ve found her not, not far from home
I should better get away from here
She’s on her way to be another one
Playing with fire
She can read my thoughts
It’s too late
Playing with her life
Tommyknockers brought her trouble, no

The ship in the earth I touch
A vibration is filling me
And music in my head
Nose is bleeding
And my fall down
Filled me up with pain
You’ll be like a Tommyknocker
I will be like you
But there’s something going wrong
I read it in your face

Oh, last night and the night before
Tommyknockers, Tommyknockers
Knocked at your back door
Oh, last night and the night before
Tommyknockers, Tommyknockers
Knocked at your back door
Tommyknockers knocked at your back door
Tommyknockers knocked at your back door

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“Alternative” Lyrics 428

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Vladimir Putin; Russia
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Wives; Mistresses; Porn Stars
“Homewrecker”
by Marina and the Diamonds

Every boyfriend is the one, until otherwise proven
The good are never easy, the easy never good
And love, it never happens like you think it really should
Deception and perfection are wonderful traits
One will breed love, the other, hate
You’ll find me in the lonely hearts
Under ‘I’m after a brand new start’

And I don’t belong to anyone

They call me homewrecker, homewrecker
They call me homewrecker, homewrecker

Girls and their curls and their gourmet vomit
Boys and their toys and their six inch rockets
We’re all very lovely ’til we get to know each other
As we stop becoming friends and we start becoming lovers

And I don’t belong to anyone

They call me homewrecker, homewrecker
(I’m only happy when I’m on the run)
They call me homewrecker, homewrecker
(I broke a million hearts just for fun)
They call me homewrecker, homewrecker
(I’m only happy when I’m on the run)
They call me homewrecker, homewrecker
(I broke a million hearts just for fun)

I’m only happy when I’m on the run
I break a million hearts just for fun
I don’t belong to anyone
I guess you could say that my life’s a mess
But I’m still looking pretty in this dress
I’m the image of deception

When everything is life and death
You may feel like there’s nothing left
Instead of love and trust and laughter
What you get is happy never after
But deep down all you want is love
The pure kind we all dream of
But we cannot escape the past
So you and I will never last

‘Cause I’m a homewrecker, homewrecker
(I’m only happy when I’m on the ru-u-un)
‘Cause I’m a homewrecker, homewrecker
(I break a million hearts just for fu-u-un)
‘Cause I’m a homewrecker, homewrecker
(I’m only happy when I’m on the ru-u-un)
‘Cause I’m a homewrecker, homewrecker
(I break a million hearts just for fu-u-un)

‘Cause I’m a homewrecker, homewrecker

“Alternative” Lyrics 427

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Trump Family
“All I Really Want for Christmas” by Peter, Lois, Chris, Meg, Stewie, Brian, Quagmire, Bonnie, Joe, Mort, Mayor Adam West, Herbert, Angela, Consuela, Bruce, Jillian, Tom Tucker, Tomik, Bellgarde, Carl, Mort Goldman, Tricia Takanawa and other Quahog Residents from Family Guy

Peter: Jessica Biel and Megan Fox Wearin’ nothin’ but their socks
Is all I really want for Christmas this year.

Brian: Well, that’s just not practical.

Lois: Spending a week in Mexico
With some black guys and some blow
Is all I really want for Christmas this year.

Peter: Aw, that sounds terrific.
How about you, kids?

Chris: I would like a pair of skates,
Then I’d go out skating,
But I really don’t know how to skate.
Ha-ha!

Meg: I want a Lexus all in pink
And a dad who doesn’t drink.

Peter: Oh, and that reminds me, twelve kegs of beer.

The Griffins (except Brian): All these happy wishes
And lots of Christmas cheer
Is all I really want this year.

Brian: Santa’s got his work cut out for him.

Peter: Oh, we ain’t even gotten started yet.

Lois: I wanna tour the Spanish coast…

Peter: Lunch with Michael Landon’s ghost…

Peter and Lois: Is all I really want for Christmas this year.

Lois: Wait, what?

Peter: Forget it. Keep goin’.

Chris: Jennifer Garner in my bed…

Meg: Softer voices in my head…

Chris and Meg: Is all I really want for Christmas this year.

Stewie: Yellow cake uranium.
Never mind the reason.
Also Chutes and Ladders and a ball.
[laughs]

Brian: Doesn’t this seem like too much stuff?

Peter: Poo on you!
It’s not enough!

Stewie: Buddy boy, I got your Christmas right here.
[grabs his crotch]

The Griffins: All these happy wishes
And lots of Christmas cheer
Is all I really want this year.

Brian: I’m just saying it seems a bit excessive.

Lois: Oh, get off your soapbox, Brian, it’s Christmas.

Peter: And Christmas is about gettin’. Everyone in town knows that.

Quagmire: Japanese girls with no restraint
Just to choke me till I faint
Is all I really want for Christmas this year.
Ooh, giggity!

Bonnie: Platinum-plated silverware…

Joe: Just one day when kids don’t stare…

Bonnie and Joe: Is all I really want for Christmas this year.

Mort: If you put a Christmas tree
In the public airport,
I will go to court and sue your ass!
Happy holiday!

Mayor Adam West: Wouldn’t I love a Tinkertoy?

Herbert: And a little drummer boy.
He can either tap his drum or my rear.

Mayor Adam West, Herbert and Mort: All these happy wishes
And lots of Christmas cheer
Is all I really want this year.

Tom Tucker: I want a golden mustache comb.

Angela: And some spermicidal foam.

Tom Tucker and Angela: That’s all I really want for Christmas this year.

Carter: I want a brand new pitching wedge.

Consuela: I would like more Lemon Pledge.

Carter and Consuela: That’s all I really want for Christmas this year.

Bruce: I just want a wedding ring
From someone named Jeffrey.

Jillian: I just want some colored Easter eggs.

Carl: I want a Blu-ray of The Wiz.

Tomik: We don’t know what “Christmas” is.

Bellgarde: We have something else called “Kishgev Fufleer”.

Everyone (except Brian): All these happy wishes
And lots of Christmas cheer
Is all I really want this year.

“Alternative” Lyrics 426

Topic: Resistance; Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Base
“Power of the Horde” by Level 80 Elite Tauren Chieftain from Warcraft III: the Frozen Throne

Storm, Earth and Fire, heed my call!

I am the son of the wind and rain,
Thunder beckons and I heed the call.
If I die upon this day,
In battle I will fall.

Hear me brothers gather up the wolves, <howl>
To battle, we will ride.
War drums echo the beating heart,
Pounding from inside.

Chorus:
STORM
Black clouds fill the sky.
EARTH
I hear my battle cry.
FIRE
Thunder we’ll bring forth…
DEATH
From the power of the Horde…

Far Seer to the Warsong Clan,
To no man will I kneel.
Feel the power and the energy,
Born of black blood, honor, and steel.

I feel the fire burning in my veins,
Lightning strikes at my command.
By storm and earth, axe and fire,
We come to claim this land.

Chorus

-guitar solo-

Yeeeeaaaahhhh!

Surrounded by the enemy,
The wolf among the hounds.
Thunder turns to silence it,
Took the hundred to bring me down.

Wolf brothers falling at my side,
With honor I will die.
Upon the Altar of the Storms,
I will be reborn.

STORM
Black clouds fill the sky.
EARTH
I hear my battle cry.
FIRE
Thunder we’ll bring forth…
DEATH
For I have been reborn.

STORM
EARTH
FIRE
DEATH <death sound>
The power of the Horde…

https://youtu.be/aUBrjGrzBm0

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Topic: Donald J. Trump
“A Cover is Not the Book” by Emily Blunt, Lin-Manuel Miranda and Company from Mary Poppins Returns

Uncle Gutenberg was a bookworm
And he lived on Charing Cross
The memory of his volumes brings a smile
He would read me lots of stories
When he wasn’t on the sauce
Now I’d like to share the wisdom
Of my favourite bibliophile

He said a

Cover is not the book
So open it up and take a look
‘Cause under the covers one discovers
That the king may be a crook
Chapter titles are like signs
And if you read between the lines
You’ll find your first impression was mistook
For a cover is nice
But a cover is not the book

Ta-ru-ra-lee, ta-ra-ta-ta-ta!
Ta-ru-ra-lee, ta-ra-ta-ta-ta!

Mary Poppins, could you give us an example?

Certainly!

Nellie Rubina was made of wood
But what could not be seen was though
Her trunk up top was barren
Well, her roots were lush and green
So in Spring when Mr Hickory saw her blossoms blooming there
He took root despite her bark
And now there’s seedlings everywhere

Which proves

A cover is not the book
So open it up and take a look
‘Cause under the covers one discovers
That the king may be a crook
Chapter titles are like signs
And if you read between the lines
You’ll find your first impression was mistook
For a cover is nice
But a cover is not the book

Should we do the one about the wealthy widow?

Oh, by all means!

Always loved that one

Well, go on then!

Lady Hyacinth Macaw
Brought all her treasures to a reef

Where she only wore a smile

Plus two feathers, and a leaf

So no one tried to rob her
‘Cause she barely wore a stitch

For when you’re in your birthday suit

There ain’t much there to show you’re rich!

Oh, a cover is not the book
So open it up and take a look
‘Cause under the covers one discovers
That the king maybe a crook
Ta-ru-ra-lee, ta-ru-ra-la, ta-ru-ra-lee, ta-ra-ta-ta!

You’ll find your first impression was mistook (Ya-da-da-da)
For a cover is nice
But a cover is not the book

Oh, give us the one about the dirty rascal, why don’t ya?

Isn’t that one a bit long?

Well, the quicker you’re into it, the quicker you’re out of it

Once upon a time
In a nursery rhyme
There was a castle with a king
Hiding in a wing
‘Cause he never went to school to learn a single thing

He had scepters and swords
And a parliament of lords
But on the inside he was sad
Egad!
Because he never had a wisdom for numbers
A wisdom for words
Though his crown was quite immense
His brain was smaller than a bird’s
So the queen of the nation
Made a royal proclamation:
“To the Missus and the Messers
The more or lessers
Bring me all the land’s professors”
Then she went to the hair dressers

And they came from the east
And they came from the south
From each college they poured knowledge
From their brains into his mouth
But the king couldn’t learn
So each professor met their fate
For the queen had their heads removed
And placed upon the gate
And on that date
I state their wives all got a note
Their mate was now the late-great

But then suddenly one day
A stranger started in to sing
He said, “I’m the dirty rascal
And I’m here to teach the king”
And the queen clutched her jewels
For she hated royal fools
But this fool had some rules
They really ought to teach in schools

Like you’ll be a happy king
If you enjoy the things you’ve got
You should never try to be
The kind of person that you’re not
So they sang and they laughed
For the king had found a friend
And they ran onto a rainbow for
The story’s perfect end

So the moral is you musn’t let
The outside be the guide
For it’s not so cut and dried
Well unless it’s Dr. Jekyll
Then you better hide, petrified!
No, the truth can’t be denied
As I now have testified
All that really counts and matters
Is the special stuff inside

He did it!

Oh, a cover is not the book
So open it up and take a look
‘Cause under the covers one discovers
That the king may be a crook

So please listen to what we’ve said

And open a book tonight in bed

So one more time before we get the hook

Sing it out strong!

A cover is nice

Please take our advice!

A cover is nice

Or you’ll pay the price!

A cover is nice

But a cover is not the book

Ta-ru-ra-lee, ta-ru-ra-la-la
Ta-ru-ra-lee, ta-ru-ra-la-la
Ta-ru-ra-lee, ta-ru-ra-la-la, la, la!

https://youtu.be/GNvV6N7veRs

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