ПЕСНИ из КИНОФИЛЬМОВ."The X-Files (series) "
 
кинофильм "The X-Files"(series) (p) 1996   
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Unmarked Helicopters  [Soul Coughing]
On The Outside  [Sheryl Crow]
Star Me Kitten / Williams S. Burroughs + [REM]
Red Right Hand  [Nick Cave]
Hands Of Death / Alice Cooper + [White Zombie]

  Unmarked Helicopters    
Whose song is that remembered? At random, surpenting Throught fatty coils, emerging some other thought it's thinking this light stands above the houses on the ground this illumination visited upon the whole land unmarked helicopters hovering the lord is coming soon here comes the super copter here comes the noise it makes the demon was an idea the demon is awake scratch mark traced across the surface of your mind this hour, now upon us the hour, now arrived unmarked helicopters hovering the lord is coming soon unmarked helicopters hovering they said it was a weather balloon but I know the truth I know the whole shebang I know the names of men they had to hang I let her out the trunk heard what she said at them they've come to drag us through the double M it goes black black black black and blacker it goes black black black black and blacker it goes black black black black and blacker it goes black black black black and blacker unmarked helicopters hovering the lord is coming soon unmarked helicopters hovering they said it was a weather balloon it was a weather balloon it was a weather balloon it was a weather balloon it was a weather balloon it was a weather balloon

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  On The Outside    
I stood close enough to hear you say "Do as the beautiful once did" Tore out my picture from its frame I just wanted to be one of you Standing on the outside Lookin' Lookin' Funny how you see the truth But the feeling does come back To you She's crazy as anyone can be That's what they say They say of me Wanting love can make one do Isn't my fault Heredity Standing on the outside Lookin' Lookin' State of grace State of sin Standing on the outside Lookin' Lookin' I cannot feel a single thing But the feeling does come back Again This morning feels like yesterday Yesterday follows me around Where do you go where no one cares Six feet under Underground Standing on the outside Lookin' Lookin' State of grace State of sin Standing on the outside Lookin' Lookin' I cannot feel a single thing But the feeling will come back Again - again

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  Star Me Kitten    
Keys cut, three for the price of one. Nothing's free, but guaranteed for a lifetimes use. I've changed the locks and you can't have one. You, you know the other two. The brakes have worn so thin that you could hear, I hear them screeching through the door from our driveway Hey love, look into your glove box heart. What is there for me inside? This love is tired. I've changed the locks. Have I misplaced you? Have we lost our minds? Will this never end? It could depend on your take. You. Me. We used to be on fire. If keys are all that stand between, can I throw in the ring? No gasoline. Just fuck me kitten. You are wild, and I'm in your possession. Nothing's free, so fuck me kitten. I'm in your possession, so fuck me kitten.

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  Red Right Hand    
Take a little walk to the edge of town Go across the tracks Where the viaduct looms, like a bird of doom As it shifts and cracks Where secrets lie in the border fires, in the humming wires Hey man, you know you're never coming back Past the square, past the bridge, past the mills, past the stacks On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man In a dusty black coat with a red right hand He'll wrap you in his arms, tell you that you've been a good boy He'll rekindle all those dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy He'll reach deep into the hole, heal your shrinking soul Hey buddy, you know you're never ever coming back He's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a guru They're whispering his name across this disappearing land But hidden in his coat is a red right hand You ain't got no money? He'll get you some You ain't got no car? He'll get you one You ain't got no self-respect, you feel like an insect Well don't you worry buddy, cause here he comes Trough the ghetto and the barrio and the bowery and the slum A shadow is cast wherever he stands Stacks of green paper in his red right hand You'll see him in your nightmares, you'll see him in your dreams He'll appear out of nowhere but he ain't what he seems You'll see him in your head, on the TV screen And hey buddy, I'm warning you to turn it off He's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a guru You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan Designed and directed by his red right hand

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  Hands Of Death    
? Sometimes? the wicked ones ????????? the mortal sting I am the only one ? Across the dreary plane? ? I am watching? Across the crucified So few are chosen I do not die ????????? horrified And seat yourself a ride Get out of your denial A genius of the night ? And I am watching? Across the crucified So few are chosen I do not die In the hands of death Burn baby burn In the hands of death Burn baby burn In the hands of death Burn baby burn They creep and crawl inside Into the heart of cold So dead and paralyzed Perversion of the soul ? I am watching? Across the crucified So few are chosen I do not die In the hands of death Burn baby burn In the hands of death Burn baby burn In the hands of death Burn baby burn
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