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I see there is a lot of content posted on lemmy that points to different instances of peertube but I often find it difficult to find it within my instance. What tools are there to search for content within instances? Or to see if an instance has another one blocked? I love that in Lemmy I can just search for global communities and make the connections i want. And my strategy in Mastodon is to look for hashtags that reflect my interests; But find this particularly difficult in peertube instances.

Welcome welcome welcome Welcome to the Holy Day Brother brother brother Sister sister sister You must be certain of the Devil On the Holy Day You must be certain on the Holy Day

The flies are coming, mother And the end of the day The flies are coming, daddy To steal my soul away The flies are coming, sister Serve your brother while you may Welcome to the Holy Day Welcome to the Holy Day

You must be certain of the Devil Because he knows your name You must be certain of the Devil Because he's counting on your shame You must be certain of the Devil Because he's master of the game You must be certain of the Devil right now

It's time to take sides Don't wait up for nobody It's time to realize There's no victim but the willing

It's time to recognize No one waits for the dead man No one but the Lord of the Flies

You must be certain of the Devil Because he knows your name You must be certain of the Devil Because he's counting on your shame You must be certain of the Devil Or you'll lose your aim You must be certain of the Devil right now

Deliver me from mine enemies, O my God: Defend me from them that rise up against me Deliver me from the workers of iniquity And save me from bloody men

Be not merciful to the wicked transgressors: They run and prepare themselves without My fault: awake to help me and behold: They belch out with their mouths: swords Are in their lips: for who, say they, doth hear?

But thou, O Lord, shall laugh at them The God of my mercy shall let me see My desire upon mine enemies And at evening let them return, and let Them make a noise like a dog, and go round About the city, let them walk up and down For meat, and grudge if they be not satisfied

Because of his strength I will wait upon thee: For God is my defense. Scatter them by thy power and break Their teeth, O God, in their mouth: BREAK OUT THE GREAT TEETH OF THE YOUNG LIONS, O LORD AND WHEN HE BENDETH HIS BOW TO SHOOT HIS ARROWS, LET THEM BE CUT AS IN PEACES! Bring them down, O Lord, our Shield

You must be certain of the Devil Because he knows your name You must be certain of the Devil Because he's counting on your shame You must be certain of the Devil Because he's certain of you You must be certain of the Devil Right now

The good man is present on the Holy Day The good man is ready on the HOLY Day The good man is steady on the Holy Day Welcome to the Holy Day The key to the city Is to the man who doesn't run The key to the city Is to the man who takes a gun The key to the city Is to the man who keeps his friend And to the man who doesn't leave him till the end

The road to the city is paved in desolation The road to the city is paved in tribulation

The road to the city is paved in desperation Welcome to the Holy Day

The road to the city is paved in resignation The road to the city is paved in desertion The road to the city is paved in devotion

Welcome to the Holy Day Welcome to the Holy Day

English translation:

First floor: The blind live here The blind that believe what they see And the deaf That believe what they hear Tied up to a Kitchen stool They seated a mad man That believes anything he can touch (His hands are folded in his lap)

Second floor: Roll for roll Woodchip Tenants stand all around the hallways Oberserving the walls carefully They are looking for typos Strip for strip They can't even decipher their own names

Onto the next floor: Which, who would have thought! Never having been finished Can only be reached from the stairs

Here they store the errors, belongings/brains of the company They tile the floor with these Nobody is allowed to touch them

Fourth floor: The architect lives there He climbs up into his plan This building is full of ideas They go from funda- to firmament And from the fundament to the company

In the ground floor There are four doors That lead directly outside Or more accurately into the foundation Everyone can wait there At 12 O Clock they bring concrete Foundament setting Foundament setting, lies, lies, lies Trains of thought are painted/unavaible Headroom brown malicious or catholic violet For better navigation

Attic: There is a leak An old man sits in the roof truss Dead angels scattered on the floor (Their faces like his) Between his knees, grasping a rifle He is aiming at his mouth And into the the skull Through the skull And out of the skull Into the ridge Penetrates the projectile/floor

God has shot himself The Attic is expanded

Another hungover morning In the bottom of the Black Lagoon Purgatory disguised As a room with a view I used to be in Heaven looking down Now I know the inferno from the inside And you can't see out them windows And smoke gets in your eyes And eyes just wanna cry, cry, cry Cry, cry, cry, cry

An obscene, sprawling landscape of nothing And Nothing is it's middle name Meet you on the corner of Nothing and Nowhere Where in hell is that? So flat, you can't see ten feet in front I want everything to disappear Give me an isolation tank Make a withdrawal from my blood bank And you can't see out them windows And smoke gets in your eyes And eyes just wanna cry, cry, cry Cry, cry, cry, cry

Give me another stiff one, and make it a double I don't know when I've had enough But I've never had enough, and I've never been bad enough I need it, and I need it bad And if it ain't bad, it ain't worth having I ain't the most popular boy, I know That's common knowledge in this town I'm trying hard to DIY But everything is broken down And you can't see out the windows And smoke gets in your eyes And eyes just wanna cry, cry, cry Cry, cry, cry, cry Cry...

Glory, glory, hallelujah You get what's coming to ya You get a stomach tumor You get a stake right through your heart

I recognize thee Satan, and I spit in thine face Whatever happened to the human race? What happened to the humanistic faith? What happens to human waste? I wanna get the hell out, but there ain't much hope of that Fallen into the abyss like a roach in a trap There ain't no hope in Hades There ain't no hope in Hell There ain't no hope in Hades There ain't no hope in Hell I don't need a mother no more I'd rather be an orphan or a son of bitch Or a bastard son who's been dug up dead Worms in eye sockets, holes in ma head Don't excavate if you ain't diggin' for gold Cause it's a long way up when you're six feet under Under a pile of human debris A life fulla lies and shit and rubble You wanna save yourself the trouble

And you can't see out them windows (No!) And smoke gets in your eyes (Eyes!) And eyes just wanna cry, cry, cry Cry, cry, cry, cry Cry...

Glory, glory, hallelujah You get what's coming to ya You get a stomach tumor You get a stake right through your heart

It isn't very pretty what a town without pity can do

Starin' into a waste of space Bring on the monotony, bring on the lobotomy And make it a double, and make it a pact I've had more than I can stand An hors d'oeuvre of maniac I've had more fun in an iron lung I'm cancelling my next birthday I mo wait 'til the witching hour Then watch my life come tumblin' down The moon's so full it's spillin over There ain't no hope in Hades There ain't no hope in Hell

It isn't very pretty what a town without pity can do

And you can't see out the windows And smoke gets in your eyes And eyes just wanna cry, cry, cry Cry, cry, cry, cry Cry...

Glory, glory, hallelujah You get what's coming to ya You get a stake right through ya, through ya You get a stake right through your heart

It isn't very pretty what a town without pity can do No, It ain't very pretty what a town without pity can do

Descend! Descend! Descend! Descend! Descend! Descend!