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"Banned on Vulcan!"

~Дрейдра~
Судьба лишила нас кумира, Июльской ночью он ушел. Таких уж не осталось в мире. Остался шут, король ушел... Ушла еще одна легенда, Ушел прекрасный музыкант И пусть звучат аплодисменты... Ушел Горшок, ушел наш панк!
Именно так называется альбом Voltaire. В него вошли 4 песни по Стар Треку. Я и его и так любила, но теперь совсем восхищена)

Worf's Revenge

I'm the order of the Bat'leth
Son of Kahless
Your family has no honor
But I couldn't care less
I was born to kill Federation swine
And I celebrate with a barrel blood wine

I drink the Raktajino, I eat the gagh
When my homies get to Sto'Vo'Kor I yell "qa'plagh!"
I'm the chief commander on a Bird of Prey
I wake up every morning after owning the day
I'm the MacDad Klingon when I beam on board
I was at the signing of the Khitomer Accord


I never sweat about a Romulan dude
He's just a limp-wristed Vulcan with a bad attitude
And they're sly and they were telling lies
A shout out to Martok who lost an eye
To the dominion, and the Jem'Hadar minions
I'm on them like a transwarp engine
Fear my snarl hear my speach
Watch me blow like a warpcore breach

I'm not a lowly white p'tak like that Barclay guy
I don't need a holodeck to get a parma'kai
When the ladies see the beast I got between my thighs
They say "Perhaps today is a good day to die"
I hit Ezri ,Troi, Jadzia too
Watch out Janeway I'm coming for you
Cause I'm the MacDad Klingon with the humaniod bitches
My head ain't the only part of me that's got ridges

I've got the visions of Qo'noS on my mind
I've got visions of Qo'noS on my mind
I get visions of Cardassia on my mind
And that my boot smells like Gul Dukat's behind

I hate the Tribbles
Those little furry shits
But I love my Klingon bitches
Cause they've got three tits
I got a dagger and a bat'leth in my hand
If you were any other man
I'd kill you where you stand

I killed Captain Kirk
I killed Picard
I bitchslapped Riker like a Klingon Targ
Cause my name is Worf, I'm the son of Mogh
Ex-Federation officer and Klingon rogue
Qa'plagh!!



The USS Make Shit Up

I was stranded on a planet, Just me and Spock
We met a nasty nazi alien who locked our asses up
We found a hunk of crystal and a metal piece of bed
We made a laser phaser gun and shot him in the head
Bust a move, Tog

I was standing on the bridge when Sulu came to me
His eyes were full of tears he said "Captain, can't you see
the ship is gonna blow do something I beseech"
I grabbed a tribble and some chewing gum and stopped the warp core breach

And I say,
Bounce a graviton particle beam off the main deflector dish
Thats the way we do things, lad, we're making shit up as we wish
The Klingons and the Romulans pose no threat to us
'Cause if we find we're in a bind we just make some shit up

And though he's just a child, and some think him a twit
Wesley is the master when it comes to making up some shit
He's the guy you want with you when you go out in space
Now if only he could beam those pimples off his face

And if you're at a party on the starship Enterprise
And the karaoke player just plain old up and dies
Set up a neutrino field inside a can of peas
Hold on to Geordi's visor and sing into Data's knee

And I say
Bounce a graviton particle beam off the main deflector dish
Thats the way we do things lad, we're making shit up as we wish
The Klingons and the Romulans pose no threat to us
'Cause if we find we're in a bind we just make some shit up

Sisko's on a mission to go no bloody place
He loiters on a space station above Bajoran space
The wormhole's opened up and now they come from near and far
We'll keep the booze but please send back the fucking Jem-hadar

What is with the Klingons, remember in the day
They looked like Puerto Ricans and they dressed in gold lame
Now they look like heavy metal rockers from the dead
With leather pants and frizzy hair and lobsters on their heads

And I say
Bounce a graviton particle beam off the main deflector dish
Thats the way we do things lad, we're making shit up as we wish
The Klingons and the Romulans pose no threat to us
'Cause if we find we're in a bind we just make some shit up

Well, I was stuck on Voyager, pounding on the door
When suddently it dawned on me I've seen this show before
Perhaps I'm in a warp bubble and slightly out of phase
'Cause it was way back in the sixties when they called it "Lost in Space"

We were looking for a way to make the ratings soar
So we orchestrated an encounter with the Borg
Normally you'd think that that would get us into shit
But this one has a smashing ass and a lovely set of tits

And I say
Bounce a graviton particle beam off the main deflector dish
Thats the way we do things lad, we're making shit up as we wish
The Klingons and the Romulans pose no threat to us
'Cause if we find we're in a bind we're totally screwed but nevermind
We'll pull something out of our behinds, we just make some shit up


The Sexy Data

If, while you're out in space, love
You're horny as a targ
Take a tip from a security chief, love
That phat slut Tasha Yar
She discovered the pleasures of Data
He became her sexual pet

'cause he's fully functional, and anatomically correct
He's fully functional and anatomically correct


His Defiant, with its thrusters, will explode in your wormhole
and he'll rub his trusty spangler wrench on your warpcore manifold
his multiphasic torpedo, will penetrate your rift
and cause a quantum singularity in your transwarp conduit

So if you're a filthy horta, Data's your bestest bet
'cause he's fully functional, and anatomically correct
He's fully functional and anatomically correct

He gently massages your gel packs
while he replicates some lube
Then he shoves his throbbing razor beast into your Jefferies tube
So lower your shields, spread your nacelles, to make room for his craft
as he thrusts his delta flyer into your big fat juicy aft

So if you're a filthy horta Data's your bestest bet
'cause he's fully functional, and anatomically correct
He's fully functional and anatomically correct

His pelvis: a tireless engine, he shakes it when he struts
He's full of dilithium crystals, in his bolts and in his nuts
He too likes to be pleasured
He will put you on your knees
And if you're into disgrace
He will cover your face with his android anti-freeze

so if you're a filthy horta, Data's your bestest bet
'cause he's fully functional, and anatomically correct
He's fully functional and anatomically correct

He's fully functional... and anatomically correct!



Screw The Okampa (I Want To Go Home)

We were in the Badlands one day
Chasing B'Elanna and Chakotay
We were whisked into the Delta Quadrant
Fuck, thats far away

I wanna go home
Please let me go home
I say screw the Ocampa
I wanna go home

The Caretaker had an array
That could get us home safe
But Janeway that ignorant slut
She blew it away I wanna go home
Please let me go home
Drop me off at a wormhole
I wanna go home
So now I'm stuck here for years
In the Delta Quadrant I fear
With the Kazon and Hirogen
And a brother with pointy ears

I wanna go home
Please let me go home
Talaxian chicks are ugly
I wanna go home

So hoist up the aft nacelles
See how the warp core burns
Tell Janeway to go to Hell
I wanna go home

I wanna go home
Please let me go home
I say fuck the Ocampa
I wanna go home

@музыка: Voltaire - Screw the Okampa

@настроение: хорошее

@темы: музыка, Стар трек, Voltaire

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