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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Good Charlotte/The Chronicles of Life and Death (Good Charlotte) · Life Death Love and Freedom/Life Death Live and Freedom (John Mellencamp) · Once Upon a Time and Live (Tony Bennett) · Singers and Songwriters: Once Upon A Time In The West (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Once Upon a Shattered Life (Seventh Day Slumber) · Once Upon a Shattered Life (Seventh Day Slumber) · Hommage: Once upon a Time (Niels-Henning Ørsted Pedersen) · Once Upon a Time [Video] (Siouxsie and the Banshees) · Once Upon A Time [Super Deluxe] (Simple Minds) – and 90 other albums »

the next battle
Peace means reloading your guns
The love for life is all hatred in disguise
A carnival creation with masks undone

In search for
opens up, blood's retreating
Death's embracing, all is ending
Death's embracing, all is ending

Time will not heal all of your pain
I cannot wait for it
Once upon a time, before the lakes and rivers were polluted
Before the animals were poached to extinction
And before man had destroyed the earth's
not been done
I'll taunt you and I'll torment you


Have this way with a dream never leave me so it seems
Life by night, life by day,
deem a grim curse.
Aye, it all began a very long time ago...

Memories of death and life...

For countless thousands of centuries I have walked
Hell is paved with good intentions 
But this is our time of joy 
Play with fire, love the flame 
But this is our time of joy 

The Gods who once protected him are now his Gods of doom
Like a tower standing tall, steadfast in direction
I fall upon your bringing death, the Gods give
Once upon a time there was a little boy who wanted to grow up
And be a soldier and serve his country in whatever way he could
He would parade
Once you hear the whistle, even Grandmas is stackin' up on old wooden pistols 
Nobody's thinking by the time you're done blinking 
Cold freezer,
lovers began
I began, to feel her body shake in my hand
Body language, it's so hard trying to understand
Usually after sex, it's a good feel
Took by
poor excuse for protest
Yeah by idiot fucking hippies in 50 different factions
Who are locked inside some kind of 60's battle re-enactment
And I
[Rap by Knowdaverbs:]
I remember begging my mom for these Z. Cavarricci's
With a striped genera shirt just to rock with these brutini's
I begged
sweat. And Albion a dream.

- Such is life upon the isle, of torment and woe.
One day good. One day bad. And some days, even hope.

The light
unseen by all
Thought as insanity, the common man would just ignore
In shadows they did hide until the time
When they'd break free and ride, but now they
convict me for kickin black on wax
I walk the street with a battle axe

Life ain't nothin but a piece of existence
Cause when you die, you'se a past
than life and deeper than death
The world of rap is like a kitchen and I am the chef
Boy, are these MC's really startin to irk me
Make it to the top,
of gray, spoke: "Challis must be chosen. This
is the secret I have carried with me for all these
years. Although I was once rebuffed by my only true
every dream
I kissed his face like I never knew 'em
It was me, once upon a time when life was ruined
Now the mink rope chain sparklin'
Jumpin' out
clay shoes 

Playing 1-4-5 chords like good news 
And cursed with skin that calls for blood 
They put their face and feet in mud 
But oh they
The rainbow warrior of Greenpeace is damaged in
New Zealand by two bombs.
Live aid rocks the world for the hungry,
A policeman is hacked to death in London,
[m/l van Dyk]

[Part I: Arrivals]

October's a rare month for boys
When life is simple, pure and sweet
And the foolish youth can overlook
The wolf
blinkered views that once
Held true will no longer suffice.
For in my world there is no point
Where you can draw the line,
'twixt good and evil,
[Violent J]
The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved with gold 
We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long 
And like
the fucking ground
Hands upon your head kid do as I said
Kid it's too late you're dead, good fucking riddance
And if I get bagged I'ma do the life sentence
What would they die for? (repeat)
Is it the same machine that leaves the quality of life poor?
An abominable colony of cyborgs?
Clogging up