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Mazirbe
Mazirbe (Livonian: Irē or Piški Īra, German: Klein-Irben) is a village place in Kolka parish, Dundaga municipality, Latvia 18 km southwest of Kolka. It is one of twelve Livonian villages on Līvõd rānda - the Livonian Coast. Mazirbe is the cultural capital of the Livonians.
The modern Livonian flag (introduced in the 1920s) is green for the forests, white for the sandy beaches of the coast, and blue for the sea. Since the cultural awakening known as the Atmoda, it has flown over the Livonian House of the People (Latvian: Lībiešu tautas nams or Līvu tautas nams, Livonian: Līvõd rovkuodā), a cultural centre dating from 1938 built in the heart of the village with the support of linguistic cousins in Hungary, Finland and Estonia. Inside is a small museum showing photos of past generations of Livonians. On the first Sunday of August there is a Livonian gathering here, culminating in a procession to the beach where a wreath is cast into the sea in remembrance of fishermen who have met watery deaths. A camp for young people where only Livonian is spoken is held for a week beforehand. The Mazirbe plague stone is a unique feature of the village.
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Misery Whip
by: EverclearWalking wounded with a belly
full of pain
And a big bad attitude
We are shaking shadows for that
perfect dark room
Where we can do just what we
want to do
There is a place...
Where we can leave behind
All those simple minds
They would not like
the way we live
When we are all alone
In this house that we call home
You will become my
misery whip
(yes...I said like a misery whip)
Walking hungry with a pocket
full of promise
And a big black song
in my head
I know the answers to
my questions
They are purple black and blue
And they are waiting for me in my bed
There is a place...
Where we can leave behind
All those simple minds
They would not like
they way we live
When we are all alone
In this house that we call home
You will become my
misery whip
(I will say it again...
like a misery whip)
Stop!
I get no pleasure
When I'm going through
the motions
Of my mediocre day to day
I'm just an actor
Just like
Robert fucking Redford
When I say those stupid words
That they expect me to say
Yes we can leave behind
All those simple minds
They would not like the dirty
things we do
Yeah
When we are all alone
In this house that we
call home...
I will fall down like a bitch
for you
I need you to hit me and
make me
Shake
I need you to hurt me and
make me
Beg for more
I need you to bend me and
make me
Break
I need you to make me feel like
I am your whore
I feel complete when
I feel sick inside
I need to feel like
I am real inside
I need to feel like
I am really alive
I need you to make me feel
I need you to hit me and
make me
Shake
I need you to hurt me and
make me
Beg for more
I need you to bend me and
make me
Break
I need you to make me feel
Like we can leave behind
All those simple minds
They would not like
the way we live
When we are all alone
In this house that we call home
You will become my
misery whip
You will become my
misery whip