I am laying down the law...

Judge Dredd: Carlos Ezquerra

I guard these sleazy streets, 

From gambling joint to speakeasy. 

No back alley hoodlum is gonna muscle in on my territory. 

The gangster and machine gun is public enemy number one, 

In Chicago where the innocent pay protection to stay free. 

Well nobody gets hurt, 

If he walks the straight and narrow. 

Bend the arrow out of line, 

And you have to reckon with me. 

[Chorus:] 

Cause I'm laying down, 

Laying down the law. 

I'm laying down, 

Laying down the law. 

Behind every street corner, 

There's vermin crawling out of the woodwork. 

Some low down punk with a shot gun, 

Itchin to fill ya full of lead. 

Wine, Women and bootleg whiskey, 

Threatens the basis of society. 

Side walks are paved with blood, 

Who couldn't keep their head. 

Sin city never sleeps, 

You better learn to 

Pull no punches. 

Eyes to the rear, 

Cause down here... 

They play for keeps. 

[Chorus] 

You say I'm dreaming, 

To believe in a better way, 

For this rat trap we call home. 

I'm the enforcer 

Making sure that crime don't pay... 

And I'm not alone!

Girl

James Jacques Joseph Tissot: Young Woman in a Boat

Is there anybody going to listen to my story

All about the girl who came to stay?

She's the kind of girl you want so much

It makes you sorry

Still, you don't regret a single day

Ah girl

Girl

When I think of all the times I've tried so hard to leave her

She will turn to me and start to cry

And she promises the earth to me

And I believe her

After all this times I don't know why

Ah, girl

Girl

She's the kind of girl who puts you down

When friends are there, you feel a fool

When you say she's looking good

She acts as if it's understood

She's cool, cool, cool, cool

Girl

Girl

Was she told when she was young that pain

Would lead to pleasure?

Did she understand it when they said

That a man must break his back to earn

His day of leisure?

Will she still believe it when he's dead?

Ah girl

Girl

Abound in nothing...

William Etty: The Ring

Deep inside me hidden well

Grows a seed of darkness

Yet it can do no harm

But only brings me sadness

During the day it disappears

And when the night is falling

It comes along with all my fears

I can feel it crawling

Then I, become a mind of sin

A palm that holds my empty life within

And I got nothing left to see

But the way I’ll drop the final curtain

Deep breath before the plunge

To a grief unspoken

From the ashes of last hope

The fire can’t be woken

What will end this inner fight?

What prevails is madness

Soon a night with stars alight

I will drown in darkness

For I’ve, become a mind of sin

A palm that holds my empty life within

And I’ve got nothing else to see

But the way I’ll drop the final curtain

(Wardrum - Abound in nothing)

Made for loving you

Alexandre Cabanel: Morte di Francesca da Rimini e di Paolo Malatesta

Tonight I wanna give it all to you

In the darkness

Theres so much I wanna do

And tonight I wanna lay it at your feet

cause girl, I was made for you

And girl, you were made for me

I was made for lovin you baby

You were made for lovin me

And I cant get enough of you baby

Can you get enough of me

Tonight I wanna see it in your eyes

Feel the magic

Theres something that drives me wild

And tonight were gonna make it all come true

cause girl, you were made for me

And girl I was made for you

I was made for lovin you baby

You were made for lovin me

And I cant get enough of you baby

Can you get enough of me

I was made for lovin you baby

You were made for lovin me

And I can give it all to you baby

Can you give it all to me

Day of the evil (beware)

Christopher Moeller: Lucifer

Out on the streets

Something's in the air

A chill runs through you

You feel it everywhere

Bringing evil from beyond the grave

A traveller of time and space

Is coming back again

It's the day

Fear the day

Day of the evil

Day of the evil

Day of the evil

His heart is black

His blood is cold

Returning to destroy our world

As the stories told

Sword of darkness

Knight of fear

Condemned to live forever in the hall of tears

It's the day

Beware the day

Day of the evil

Day of the evil

Day of the evil

Day of the evil

Out on the streets

Something's in the air

The sky looms darker

Is there no escape from here

Bringing evil from beyond the grave

A traveller of time and space

Is coming back again

Love ain't no stranger

Boris Vallejo: waiting for the angel

Who knows where the cold wind blows,

I ask my friends, but, nobody knows

Who am I to believe in love,

Oh, love ain't no stranger

I looked around an' what did I see

Broken hearted people staring at me,

All searching 'cos they still believe,

Oh, love ain't no stranger

I was alone an' I needed love

So much I sacrificed all I was dreaming of,

I heard no warning, but, a heart can tell

I'd feel the emptiness of love I know so well

Love ain't no stranger,

I ain't no stranger

Love ain't no stranger,

I ain't no stranger to love, no, no, no

Can't hold the passion of a soul in need,

I look for mercy when my heart begins to bleed

I know good loving an' I'm a friend of pain,

But, when I read between the lines it's all the same

Love ain't no stranger,

I ain't no stranger

Love ain't no stranger,

I ain't no stranger to love

So who knows where the cold wind blows,

I ask my friends, but, nobody knows

Who am I to believe in love,

Lord, have mercy,

Love ain't no stranger,

I ain't no stranger

I was alone an' I needed love

So much I sacrificed all I was dreaming of,

Can't hold the passion of a soul in need,

I look for mercy when my heart begins to bleed

Ready to fight! Fire at will...

Henry Merwin Shrady - Cavalry charge (front details)

Leaving all behind,

the award is to be found

Like a scene from a dream

and a vision of heavenly might

In the cradle of this war, I know,

and that's for sure

When the battle's done:

there can be only one

I am marching against evil

May the Lord be on our side

Ready to fight; fire at will

We shall die in Gettysburg

Ready to fight; fire at will

People will cry over Gettysburg

This inferno turned me blind

there was fire and smoke all around

Dead bodies and blood everywhere

in this unholy ground

Now the future is no more,

we're all lost to this vicious whore

When the victory's won,

I'm a fatherless son

We went out to fight for glory

Only one of us came home

I sit here on my porch

as an old and lonely man

Sometimes I recall

when terror struck the land

Was it right to go to arms

to defend the freedom rights

I am sure or else I've lived upon a lie

(Civil War - Gettysburg)

Spread your Almighty Wings...

Boris Vallejo: The Queen And The Angel Horse

(Concerto Moon - Almighty wings)

A cry for the new world

Sir Joseph Noel Paton: I Wonder Who Lived In There

I Would I Were a Careless Child

(George Gordon, Lord Byron)

I would I were a careless child,

Still dwelling in my Highland cave,

Or roaming through the dusky wild,

Or bounding o’er the dark blue wave;

The cumbrous pomp of Saxon pride

Accords not with the freeborn soul,

Which loves the mountain’s craggy side,

And seeks the rocks where billows roll.

Fortune! take back these cultured lands,

Take back this name of splendid sound!

I hate the touch of servile hands,

I hate the slaves that cringe around.

Place me among the rocks I love,

Which sound to Ocean’s wildest roar;

I ask but this — again to rove

Through scenes my youth hath known before.

Few are my years, and yet I feel

The world was ne’er designed for me:

Ah! why do dark’ning shades conceal

The hour when man must cease to be?

Once I beheld a splendid dream,

A visionary scene of bliss:

Truth! — wherefore did thy hated beam

Awake me to a world like this?

I loved — but those I love are gone;

Had friends — my early friends are fled:

How cheerless feels the heart alone,

When all its former hopes are dead!

Though gay companions o’er the bowl

Dispel awhile the sense of ill;

Though pleasure stirs the maddening soul,

The heart — the heart — is lonely still.

How dull! to hear the voice of those

Whom rank or chance, whom wealth or power,

Have made, though neither friends nor foes,

Associates of the festive hour.

Give me again a faithful few,

In years and feelings still the same,

And I will fly the midnight crew,

Where boist’rous joy is but a name.

And woman, lovely woman! thou,

My hope, my comforter, my all!

How cold must be my bosom now,

When e’en thy smiles begin to pall!

Without a sigh would I resign

This busy scene of splendid woe,

To make that calm contentment mine,

Which virtue know, or seems to know.

Fain would I fly the haunts of men —

I seek to shun, not hate mankind;

My breast requires the sullen glen,

Whose gloom may suit a darken’d mind.

Oh! that to me the wings were given

Which bear the turtle to her nest!

Then would I cleave the vault of heaven,

To flee away, and be at rest.