Welcome to All the Pleasures, "Ode On St. Cecilia's Day", Z. 339 - Jeni Bern, Susan Bisatt, Christopher Robson, William Purefoy, Ian Honeyman, Thomas Guthrie, Choir of the Golden Age, Robert Glenton & Orchestra of the Golden Age

Welcome to the jungle, welcome to the jungle well Welcome to the jungle, welcome to the jungle well I asked her where she wanna be when she 25 She turned around and looked at me and said "alive" Welcome to the jungle, welcome to the jungle well Black Axl Rose Move halfs and wholes Come down to the jungle Just ask for Hov Move blocks and squares Move apples and pears Work pots and pans Just to cop me some Airs My uncle died My Daddy did too Paralyzed by the pain I can barely move My nephew gone My heart is torn Sometimes I look to the sky Ask why I was born My faith in God Every day is hard Every night is worse That's why I pray so hard Why I pray so hard This is crazy God Just when I thought I had everything I lost it all So que sera Get a case of Syrah Let it chase the pain Before it goes too far My dreams is big Reality set in Let off a clip from a automatic weapon Through shots in the door It died in Vegas Though it fought so hard I knew it wouldn't make it I'm a tortured soul I live in disguise Rest in peace to the leader of the Jackson 5 I died in my sleep I'm still Big Pimpin I ball at the mall Beginning of the ending Where the fuck is the sun? It's been a while Momma, look at ya son What happened to my smile? My tears is tatted My rag in my pocket I'm just looking for love I know somebody got it Champagne for the pain Weed for the low God damn I'm so high Where the fuck did I go? I'm losing myself I'm stuck in the moment I look in the mirror My only opponent Where the fuck is the press? Where the fuck is the Pres? Either they know or don't care I'm fucking depressed No crying in public Just lying to judges Risking my life I'm already dying, so fuck it well Welcome to the jungle, welcome to the jungle well Goddammit!

Ladies and Gentlemen Ha llegado a su ciudad el circo de los engendros de Drollery Aquí encontrarán especímenes tales como La mujer barbuda Trapecistas drogadictos O incluso enanos siniestros que le podrán soltar un chascarrillo Tomen asiento, pillen un cucurucho de altramuces Y límpiense bien la cera del oido Para poder escuchar semejante espectáculo ¿Están todos preparados? ¡Que comience el show!

All our monkeys have monkeys We drive our deathcrush diamond Jaguar Limosines We're not fantastic motherfuckers, but we play them on TV It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress The scabaret sacrilegends This is the Golden Age of Grotesque We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress The scabaret sacrilegends This is the Golden Age of Grotesque The devils are girls with Van Gogh's missing ear You say what you want but filth is all that they hear I've got the jigger to make all you bigger Ladies und gentlemen So drop your pissroom mate, and make sure you're not late You tramps and lunatics Here's a trick that's gonna make you click We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress The scabaret sacrilegends This is the Golden Age of Grotesque We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress The scabaret sacrilegends This is the Golden Age of Grotesque It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like So my Bon Mots, Hit-boy Tommy Irons, Rowdy rowdies, Honey-fingered Goodbye Dolls Hellzapoppin, open your third nostril Put on your black face, and your god is gone We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress The scabaret sacrilegends This is the Golden Age of Grotesque We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress The scabaret sacrilegends This is the Golden Age of Grotesque We sing la la, la la, la la lah We sing la la, la la, lah La la, la la, la la, lah We sing la la, la la, la la lah

The fading temple bells calm the waves. The world rocks carefully. The sand draws its constellations in the moonlight. The clocks turn back time to greet the Spring, While abandoned dolls in the seaweed dream with open pearl eyes, Among whales Snoring dark frequencies into the night. We dream of stones now. All the softness is gone. Salt alters all that remains. It shapes pebbles and eternal thirst. It carves up your body, so that you too will vapourise And the rain will carry you out to sea Slowly, I wake from a dream to be in another dream Where everything moves to the beat of a resonating drum It rings louder and louder and longer and longer All the way to the border And back to when we were young and out of our minds Out of our minds Slowly, I fall into a dream to think that's just a dream As breathing in and out with my beating heart It beats louder and louder and longer and longer All the way to the border And back to when I was young and out of my mind Out of my mind

Ladies and gentlemen The golden age of rock 'n' roll Everybody hazy, shell-shocked and crazy Screaming for the face at the window Jeans for the genies, dresses for the dreamies Fighting for a place in the front row Ohh, ohh, ohh (It's good for your body, it's good for your soul) Ohh, ohh, let's go (It's the golden age of rock 'n' roll) Well, you getta little buzz, send for the fuzz Guitars getting higher and higher The dude in the paint thinks he's gonna faint Stoke more coke on the fire Ohh, ohh, ohh (You gotta stay young, you can never grow old) Ohh, ohh, whoa (It's the golden age of rock 'n' roll) The golden age of rock 'n' roll will never die As long as children feel the need to laugh and cry Don't wanna smash, want a smash sensation Don't wanna wreck, just recreation Don't wanna fight, but if you turn us down We're gonna turn you around, gonna mess with the sound The show's gotta move, everybody groove There ain't no trouble on the streets now So if the going gets rough, don't you blame us You ninety-six decibel freaks Ohh, ohh, ohh (It's good for body, it's good for your soul) Ohh, ohh, ohh (It's the golden age of rock 'n' roll) Ohh, ohh, ohh (You gotta stay young, you can never grow old) Ohh, ohh, whoa (It's the golden age of rock 'n' roll) Ohh, ohh, ohh (It's good for body, it's good for your soul) Ohh, ohh, ohh (It's the golden age of rock 'n' roll) Ohh, ohh, ohh (You gotta stay young, you can never grow old) Ohh, ohh, whoa (It's the golden age of rock 'n' roll) Ohh, ohh, ohh (It's good for body, it's good for your soul) Ohh, ohh, ohh (It's the golden age of rock 'n' roll) That's all