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"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil — prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that's above us — tell me tender, tell me true —
Tell me, pray, what is the answer to the most ultimate question
Of our Life, of our Universe, and Everything we knew —
Tell me answer to this question, you can say, I know you do..."
            Quoth the Raven, "Fourty Two."

Rogue fixed her gaze and saw that one little square of Cerebro's wall was growing bigger, turning into some kind of terrain map. She saw a river and a village. A house the size of a pea grew until it was as large as a matchbox. Suddenly its roof flew up in a puff of black smoke, the walls collapsed leaving nothing except smoking heaps of rubble.
- It's all over now, - said Professor, smiling. - Cyclops does his work faultlessly.
- I wouldn't like to be against that Cyclops, - said Rogue. - Whose side is he on?
- The more I talk to you, - said Xavier softly, - the more I see how smart you are. Be reassured: he is utterly impartial and equally sympathizes to both sides of the conflict. That's why the outcome for both sides is usually the same. Cyclops! - Professor called, and from Cerebro's wall arose a cloaked figure wearing black goggles. These goggles scared Rogue so much that she turned away with a shriek and hit her head on Professor's wheelchair.
- Hey, don't! - said Xavier sternly. - How nervous mutants are these days! He's in glasses, see? Anyway, I'm here, and you are my guest. I just wanted to show him to you.
Cyclops floated motionlessly.
- Could he take off his goggles for a while? - asked Rogue, dodging behind the wheelchair and shivering, though now with curiosity.
- No, that's impossible,- replied Xavier gravely. At a wave of his hand, Cyclops vanished back into Cerebro.

First I was a food
I was deeply fried
Was lying neatly on your plate with salad by my side
But since I passed so many turns
In your intestinary tract
I'm feeling dumped
I know my rights, I will react

And from your back
To the outer space
You sent me, darling, bending low with that strained look upon your face
I will now change that stupid look
You'll have to change that stupid shoes
You will regret that very second you had urge to set me loose

Go man go
Walk out the door
You didn't realize that we already met before
Weren't you the one that even didn't say goodbye
You thought I'd crumble
You thought I'd lay down and dye

Oh no not I
I will survive
I'll wait exactly where you left me on this narrow drive
I've got a vision to believe
And I've got all my scent to give
And I'll survive
I will survive
Hey hey


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Who is Sylvia? what is she,
That all our swains commend her?
Holy, fair, and wise is she;
The heaven such grace did lend her,
That she might admired be.

Chorus: Sylvia! Sylvia? Who the f*ck is Sylvia?

The Queen of Hearts she made some tarts
A-riding on a pony;
The Knave of Hearts he stole the tarts
And called it macaroni.
The King of Hearts called for the tarts -
"Yankee Doodle dandy"!
The Knave of Hearts brought back the tarts
And with the girls he's handy!

"Rascal!" - said I, - "thing of evil! - rascal still, if bird or devil!
I will cage you and enrage you, but you'll cease to grind my mind!
You're a vulture, have no culture - What is that you hide behind?
What? a mouse in my house? Do you think that I am blind?
Throw away that filthy mouse, bitchy creature, fiend unkind!.."
Quoth the Raven, "Never mind!"

So if you really love me,
Say yes.
But if you don't, dear,
Confess -
And please don't tell me
"Kiss ass, kiss ass, kiss ass!"

My Bonnie lives over the ocean,
Dass ich so traurig bin;
My Bonnie lives over the ocean,
Das kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn.

Last night as I lay on my pillow
Und ruhig fließt der Rhein;
Last night as I lay on my pillow
Im Abendsonnenschein.

Oh blow ye winds o'er the ocean,
Dort oben wunderbar;
Oh blow ye winds o'er the ocean -
Sie kämmt ihr goldenes Haar!

Den Schiffer im kleinen Schiffe,
Bring back my Bonnie to me!
Er schaut nicht die Felsenriffe,
And brought back my Bonnie to me.

The winds have blown over the ocean -
Am Ende Schiffer und Kahn!
The winds have blown over the ocean:
Die Loreley getan.


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It won't be easy, you'll think it strange
When I try to explain how I feel
That I don't need your love after all that we've done

You won't believe me
All you will see is a girl you once knew
Although I repainted my hair
In a violent violet hue

I had to let it happen, I had to change
Can't stay all my life down there
Looking out of the box, selling tickets to fans

So I chose real life
A big real man, not a puppet of wood
You never impressed me at all
I never expected you to

Chorus:

Don't cry for me Buratino
The truth is I never loved you
And he is charming
Beyond resistance
His beard is funny
It has such distance

What's in a name? That which we call Glenn Close
By any other name won't be Brad Pitt.

What's in a name? That which we call a dose
By any other name would sell in streets.

What's in a name? That which we call a nose
By any other name would smell as well.

I can't get no education
I can't get no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
And I try
And I try
And I try
And I try
But I can't get no
Oh no no no

If you're blue and you don' know
Where to go to - why don't you go
Where fashion sits -
Putin On The Ritz!

Come, let's mix where Rockefellas
Walk with sticks, or umbrellas
In their mitts -
Putin On The Ritz!

Lady Madonna
Rose from the grave!
Up above the world you fly,
So tell me that I'm saved!

Lady Madonna,
Did you see I waved?
I love coffee, I love tea -
So tell me that I'm saved!

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down,
Like an elevator's going down,
Shout - and let the light of love come through,
Please please me, whoa yeah, like I please you!

pelipejchenko заметил, что "Old McDonald" прекрасно поется на мотив "Let my people go". Что ж, споем:

Now ol' McDonald had a band,
E-I-E-I-O,
Opressed so hard they could not stand,
E-I-E-I-O,

        Ol' McDonald
        Way down in Egypt's Land
        Told ol' Pharaoh:
        "E-I-E-I-O"!

When Pharaoh heard in Egypt's Land
"E-I-E-I-O",
He heard but could not understand
This "E-I-E-I-O"!

        Ol' McDonald
        Way down in Egypt's Land
        Told ol' Pharaoh:
        "E-I-E-I-O"!

Then ol' McDonald had a cow,
E-I-E-I-O.
He loved it - oh, don' ask me, how!
E-I-E-I-O.

        Ol' McDonald
        Way down in Egypt's Land
        Told ol' Pharaoh:
        "E-I-E-I-O"!

Now when one day this cow was slain,
E-I-E-I-O,
He founded there a fast-food chain,
E-I-E-I-O!

        Ol' McDonald
        Way down in Egypt's Land
        Told ol' Pharaoh:
        "E-I-E-I-O"!

When Pharaoh ate a burger there,
E-I-E-I-O,
He felt so sick he could not bear,
E-I-E-I-O.

        Poor ol' Pharaoh
        Way down in Egypt's Land
        Told McDonald:
        "E-I-E-I-O"!

O let us all from fast-food flee,
E-I-E-I-O!
And let us be cholesterol-free,
E-I-E-I-O!

        Eat grass, Moses,
        With a "moo-moo" here and a "moo-moo" there!
        Die or diet,
        E-I-E-I-O!

Old McDonald had a fart, E-I-E-I-O!
And with this fart he killed a cow, E-I-E-I-O!
No "moo-moo" here, no "moo-moo" there.
Where's a "moo"? where's a "moo"?
Nowhere is a "moo-moo"!
Old McDonald had a fart, E-I-E-I-O...