Good new NP thread

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for your crimes against the holy church
this court sentences you to death penalty


:lol:

i'll die laughing sooner or later. this is nostalgia night.
 
He had a thousand ideas, you might have heard his name
He lived alone with his vision
Not looking for fortune or fame
Never said too much to speak of
He was off on another plane
The words that he said were a mystery
Nobody's sure he was sane

But he knew, he knew more than me or you
No one could see his view, Oh where was he going to

He was in search of an answer
The nature of what we are
He was trying to do it a new way
He was bright as a star
But nobody understood him
"His numbers are not the way"
He's lost in the deepest enigma
Which no one's unraveled today

But he knew, he knew more than me or you
No one could see his view, Oh where was he going to
And he tried, but before he could tell us he died
When he left us the people cried,
Oh where was he going to?

He had a different idea
A glimpse of the master plan
He could see into the future
A true visionary man
But there's something he never told us
It died when he went away
If only he could have been with us
No telling what he might say

But he knew, he knew more than me or you
No one could see his view
Oh, where was he going to
But he knew, you could tell by the picture he drew
It was totally something new,
Oh where was he going to?
 
Red red wine goes to my head
Makes me forget that I still need you so

Red red wine
It's up to you
All I can do I've done
Memories won't go
Memories won't go

I have sworn every time
Thoughts of you would leave my head
I was wrong, now I've found
Just one thing makes me forget...

Red red wine
Stay close to me
Don't let me be alone
It's tearing apart
My blue blue heart

I have sworn every time
Thoughts of you would leave my head
I was wrong, now I've found
Just one thing makes me forget...

Red red wine
Stay close to me
Don't let me be alone
It's tearing apart
My blue blue heart
 
Nous étions jeunes et larges d'épaules
Bandits joyeux, insolents et drôles
On attendait que la mort nous frôle

Au petit jour on quittait l'Irlande
Et derrière nous s'éclairait la lande
Il fallait bien un jour qu'on nous pende

La mer revient toujours au rivage
Dans les blés mûrs, y'a des fleurs sauvages
N'y pense plus, tu es de passage

Nous étions jeunes et larges d'épaules
On attendait que la mort nous frôle
Elle nous a pris les beaux et les drôles

Ami sais-tu que les mots d'amour
Voyagent mal de nos jours
Tu partiras encore plus lourd


What a beautiful song :)
 
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