So pretty black can take it back

Mitt kjære mørke forsvinner. Min kjørlige morgen blir til blått
Det finnes ikke lenger noe håp; ikke for min hvite hud.

Vampyr. Vampyr og varulver. Enkelte ting burde virkelig ikke tulles med.

Vært på Røros i det siste? Ikke jeg heller. Men fysaken i radioen mener det er kaldt der. Ergo burde jeg ha dratt ut av hovedstaden for en tid. Morderisk går toget et annet sted.

- There will be pain.
- I’ll scream.
- A great deal of pain.
- I’ll scream very loudly.

Bortsett fra det er Juster og James tilbake, til stor underholdning og glede for grasrota.

Poeng til den som kan navngi band og/eller sang.

When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city,
To see a marching band.
He said, "Son when you grow up,
Would you be the saviour of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?"
He said, "Will you defeat them,
Your demons, and all the non believers,
The plans that they have made?
Because one day I'll leave you,
A phantom to lead you in the summer,
To join the Black Parade."
When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city,
To see a marching band.
He said, "Son when you grow up,
Would you be the saviour of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?"
Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me,
And other times I feel like I should go.
Went through it all, the rise and fall,
The bodies in the streets,
And when you're gone we want you all to know
We'll carry on, we'll carry on,
And though you're dead and gone believe me,
Your memory will carry on.
We'll carry on,
And in my heart I can't contain it,
The anthem won't explain it.
A women sends you reeling from decimated dreams.
Your misery and hate will kill us all.
So paint it black and take it back,
Let's shout it loud and clear.
Defiant to the end we hear the call
To carry on, we'll carry on,
And though you're dead and gone believe me,
Your memory will carry on.
We'll carry on,
And though you're broken and defeated,
Your weary widow marches...
On and on we carry through the fears,
Oh oh oh
Disappointed faces of your peers.
Oh oh oh
Take a look at me, 'cause I could not care at all.
Do or die; you’ll never make me,
Because the world will never take my heart.
Go and try; you’ll never break me,
We want it all, we want to play this part.
I won’t explain, or say I’m sorry,
I’m unashamed, I’m gonna show my scar.
Give a cheer, for all the broken.
Listen here, because it’s who we are.
I'm just a man; I'm not a hero,
Just a boy, who had to sing this song.
I'm just a man; I'm not a hero
I
Don't
Care!
We'll carry on, we'll carry on,
And though you're dead and gone believe me,
Your memory will carry on.
We'll carry on,
And though you're broken and defeated,
Your weary widow marches on.
Do or die; you’ll never make me,
Because the world will never take my heart.
Go and try; you’ll never break me,
We want it all, we want to play this part.
Do or die; you'll never make me,
Because the world will never take my heart.
Go and try; you'll never break me,
We want it all, we want to play this part.
We'll carry on.