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| Автор: | The Arrow [ 29 Окт 2007 18:03 ] |
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В тази тема предлагам всеки да слага текстовете на песните, които му/й харесват. Ако е имало подобна тема или я смятате за не нужна нека да потъне. Започвам аз с две песни: Santana feat Chad Kroeger- Into the night Santana - Into The Night (Feat.Chad Kroeger) lyrics [1st Verse] Like a gift from the heavens, it was easy to tell, It was love from above, that could save me from hell, She had fire in her soul it was easy to see, how the devil himself could be pulled out of me, There were drums in the air as she started to dance, Every soul in the room keeping time with there hands, And we sang… [Chorus] Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay, And the voices bang like the angels sing, We’re singing… Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay, And we danced on into the night, Ay oh ay oh, Ay oh ay oh, And we danced on into the night, [2nd Verse] Like a piece to the puzzle that falls into place, You could tell how we felt from the look on our faces, we was spinning in circles with the moon in our eyes, The room left them moving between you and I, We forgot where we were and we lost track of time, And we sang to the wind as we danced through the night, And we sang… [Chorus] Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay, And the voices bang like the angels sing, We’re singing… Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay, And we danced on into the night, Ay oh ay oh, Ay oh ay oh, And we danced on into the night, Ay oh ay oh, Ay oh ay oh, And we danced on into the night, [solo] [1st Verse repeated] Like a gift from the heavens, it was easy to tell, It was love from above, that could save me from hell, She had fire in her soul it was easy to see, how the devil himself could be pulled out of me, There were drums in the air as she started to dance, Every soul in the room keeping time with there hands, And we sang… [Chorus] Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay, And the voices bang like the angels sing, We’re singing… Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay, And we danced on into the night, Ay oh ay oh, Ay oh ay oh, And we danced on into the night, (And the voices bang like the angels sing), Ay oh ay oh, Ay oh ay oh, And we danced on into the night, Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay, (Ay oh ay oh), Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay, (Ay oh ay oh), Singing ay oh ay oh ay oh ay, (Ay oh ay oh), Scorpions- Wind of Change I follow the Moskva Down to Gorky Park Listening to the wind of change An August summer night Soldiers passing by Listening to the wind of change The world closing in Did you ever think That we could be so close,like brothers The future's in the air I can feel it everywhere Blowing with the wind of change Chorus: Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow dream away In the wind of change Walking down the street Distant memories Are buried in the past forever I fallow the Moskva Down to Gorky Park Listening to the wind of change Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams With you and me Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow dream away In the wind of change The wind of change blows straight Into the face of time Like a stormwind that will ring The freedom bell for peace of mind Let your balalaika sing What my guitar wants to say Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams With you and me Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow dream away In the wind of change |
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| Автор: | Kompoth [ 29 Окт 2007 18:08 ] |
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Бахурметь - Анти-чифутски нихилизъм: ЪЪЪЪЪЪЪЪРГХ, ДЕЕБА ТВОЙТА МАЙКАААААА. Възможно най-лаконичната форма на текст, измисляна някога. |
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| Автор: | Гиро мекицата [ 29 Окт 2007 18:10 ] |
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| Автор: | Hangwire [ 29 Окт 2007 18:12 ] |
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Now You're A Man - DVDA Hey What makes a man? Is it the power in his hands? Is it his quest for glory? Give it all you've got, to fight to the top So we can know your story Now you're a man A man, man man Now you're a man A manny manny man A man man man You are now a man You're a man Now you're a man Live it, Live it What make a man? Is it the woman in his arms? Just cause she has big titties? Or is it the way he fights every day? ....No, it's probably the titties Now you're a man A man, man man Now you're a man-man Man-man man-man man Now you're a man M-A-N, man Man, man-man man Now you're a man |
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| Автор: | Canis Lupus [ 29 Окт 2007 18:13 ] |
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Nocturno написа: Бахурметь - Анти-чифутски нихилизъм:
ЪЪЪЪЪЪЪЪРГХ, ДЕЕБА ТВОЙТА МАЙКАААААА. Възможно най-лаконичната форма на текст, измисляна някога. Дай линк да я сваля. |
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| Автор: | Kompoth [ 29 Окт 2007 18:14 ] |
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Тая музика не я разпространявам аз; първо - не съм неин автор и второ - против принципите ми е. |
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| Автор: | DeViL [ 29 Окт 2007 18:22 ] |
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Heavy Burn it down Burn it down I just can't stop tonight Cause its hot tonight I'm gonna Burn it down I know we're feelin right And I'm feelin' like I'm gonna Burn it down Ain't nothin gonna stop this train Cause its off the chain I wanna Burn it down Oh I wanna Burn it down Yeah you wanna Burn it down I poses more power than the marvel universe You understand now But you all looked startled at first We don't play your game We make up our own rules I'm runnin on full strength And pick up a phone booth Throw it right at you Battered I'm tattooed Voice deeper than Abru When I'm in a bad mood This is my neighborhood A place where you never could Get over its over for you You'd run if you knew what was good For your health I ain't huntin' for noone else And there's noone else here So you can quit yellin for help Its like the house of 1000 corpses For some its hideous To me its gorgeous Now spark your things And make a frame Tonight we gonna do it like we're all the same Pyromaniacs burn this bitch And now you're gonna learn who's turn this is Light your shit up Get up and move You bring your fire I got mine too Plus we got nothin to proove We're gonna burn it down When we're Steppin'Thru Yo, Double fantasy A crime and punishment I don't think you understand the amount of astonishing Thoughts that I'ma harnessing An uncommon phenomenon Our shits over the top Covert op reconnaissance ? cannibals I'm the most expandable Dangerous man on the planet You could fuck a farm animal Don't panic Its an insane maniac Don't pay any attention Of course I got problems Too many dimension Rappers commin up like "Whatcha got there, Another Swollen Members album? Its not fair!" Please believe I'll be livin' illegal If I can't keep sellin' CD's to people But my voice is lethal Beep I breathe easy Your like I don't really wanna fuck with him Me neither I'm focused Its nothin' to joke about I'm loco I vocally choke you out I just can't stop tonight Cause its hot tonight I'm gonna Burn it down I know we're feelin right And I'm feelin' like I'm gonna Burn it down Ain't nothin gonna stop this train Cause its off the chain I wanna Burn it down Oh I wanna Burn it down Yeah you wanna Burn it down Watch, While I knock your socks off I'm just here to make something abnoxious pop off And I'ma kill it Even if I have to talk soft Let me turn this up I'll make you crack your drop top I can not stop Its like a curse You break your jaw Just tryin' to recite my verse I write raps in the sun While I quench my thirst Police helicopters gettin on my nerves Emergency You burn in third degrees So be alert while I work You could learn from me Yeah I smoke cigarettes I'm not back before You say my name Your liable to crack your molars I don't rub shoulders Schmooz or mingle I pop X and vex Drink booze and tingle I just do enough So the clubs can sing too My song tellin me that I love your single I love your single No you don't Its just my pockets jingle I know you want You want keys, And g's, And all the other things But slow your role ma Cause I've heard a million things But this time sixteen ain't enough I got a couple more bars of the famous stuff Its Moka O My names like a stain in rust It ain't about to disappear Ya same with us |
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| Автор: | Zero-Blade [ 29 Окт 2007 18:37 ] |
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USE SEARCH, МАЙКА ТИ! |
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| Автор: | The Chameleon [ 29 Окт 2007 18:41 ] |
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Zero-Blade написа:
Взе ми думите от устата. 
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| Автор: | Necro Terrorizer [ 29 Окт 2007 18:42 ] |
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Norther - Fuck You |
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| Автор: | The Chameleon [ 29 Окт 2007 18:46 ] |
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Ulver - A Memorable Fancy, Plates 17-20 [plates 17-20] An angel came to me and said: 'O pitiable foolish young man! O horrible! O dreadful state! Consider the hot burning dungeon thou art preparing for thyself to all eternity, to which thou art going in such career. 'I said: 'Perhaps you will be willing to shew me my eternal lot & we will contemplate together upon it and see whether your lot or mine is most desirable. ' So he took me thro' a stable & thro' a church & down into the church vault. At the end of which was a mill: thro' the mill we went, and came to a cave: down the winding cavern we groped our tedious way, till a void boundless as a nether sky appear'd beneath us.& we held by the roots of trees and hung over this immensity; but I said: 'If you please we will commit ourselves to this void, and see whether providence is here also: if you will not, I will? ' But he answered: 'Do not presume, o young-man, but as we here remain, behold thy lot which will soon appear when the darkness passes away. ' So I remain'd with him, sitting in a twisted root of an oak; he was suspended in a fungus, which hung with the head downward into the deep. By degrees we beheld the infinite abyss, fiery as the smoke of a burning city; beneath us, at an immense distance, was the sun, black but shinning; round it were fiery tracks on which revolv'd vast spiders, crawling after their prey, which flew, or rather swum, in the infinite deep, in the most terrific shapes of animals sprung from corruption;& the air was full of them,& seem'd composed of them: these are devils, and are called powers of the air. I now asked my companion which was my eternal lot? He said: 'Between the black & white spiders' but now, from between the black & white spiders, a cloud and fire burst and rolled thro' the deep. Black'ning all beneath, so that the nether deep grew black as a sea,& rolled with a terrible noise; beneath us was nothing now to be seen but a black tempest, till looking east between the cloudes & waves, we saw a cataract of blood mixed with fire, and not many stones' throw from us appear'd and sunk again the scaly fold of a monstrous serpent; at last, to the east, distant about three degrees, appear'd a fiery crest above the waves; slowly it reared like a ridge of golden rocks, till we discover'd two globes of crimson fire, from which the sea fled away in clouds of smoke; and now we saw it was the head of Leviathan; his forehead was divided into streaks of green & purple like those on a tyger's forehead: soon we saw his mouth & red gills hung just above the raging foam, tinging the black deep with beams of blood, advancing towards us with all the fury of a spiritual existence. My friend the angel climb'd up from his station into the mill; I remain'd alone;& then this appearance was no more, but I found myself sitting on a pleasant bank beside a river by moonlight hearing a harper, who sung to the harp;& his theme was: 'The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water,& breeds reptiles of the mind. ' But I apose and sought for the mill,& there I found my angel, who, surprised asked me how I escaped? I answer'd: 'All that we saw was owing to your metaphysics; for when you ran away, I found myself on a bank by moonlight hearing a harper. But now we have seen my eternal lot, shall I shew you yours? ' He lugh'd at my proposal; but I by force suddenly caught him in my arms,& flew westerly thro' the night, till we were elevated above the earth's shadow; then I flung myself with him directly into the body of the sun; here I clothed myself in white & taking in my hand Swedenborg's volumes, sunk from the glorious clime, and passed all the planets till we came to Saturn: here I staid to rest,& then leap'd into the void between Saturn & fixed stars. 'Here', said I, 'Is your lot, in this space, if space it may be call'd. ' Soon we saw the stable and the church,& I took him to the altar and open'd the bible, and lo! It was a deep pit, into which I descended, driving the angel before me; soon we saw seven houses of brick; one we enter'd; in it were a number of monkeys, baboons,& all of that species, chain'd by the middle, grinning and snatching at one another, but witheld by the shortness of their chains: however, I saw that they sometimes grew numerous; and then the weak were caught by the strong, and with a grinning aspect, first coupled with,& then devour'd, by plucking off first one limb and then another, till the body was left a helpless trunk; this, after grinning & kissing it with seeming fondness, they devour'd too; and here & there I saw one savourily picking the flesh off of his own tail; as the stench terribly annoy'd us both, we went into the mill,& in my hand brought the skeleton of a body, which in the mill was Aristotele's analitycs. So the angel said: 'Thy phantasy has imposed upon me,& thou oughtest to be ashamed. 'I answered: 'We impose on one another, & it is but lost time to converse with you whose works are only analytics. ' Opposition is true friendship. |
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| Автор: | Sashakiss® [ 29 Окт 2007 18:57 ] |
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Духовен снаряд с позитивен заряд - камуфлажния отряд кръв пролива за моя брат Моите уигаз са навсякъде - отпред и отзад - камуфлажния отряд кръв пролива за моя брат Куршумите свършиха, ще си бия с приклад - камуфлажния отряд кръв пролива за моя брат Моите хора са навсякъде - отпред и отзад - камуфлажния отряд кръв пролива за моя брат X-Team - Духовен снаряд Take these broken wings I need your hands to come to heal me once again So i can fly Until the end of time Take these broken wings He's got to learn to fly, to learn to live so free So he can fly Until the end of time 2Pac - Until the end of time - песента е красива, нищо че е черна. |
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| Автор: | тъп гъз [ 29 Окт 2007 19:31 ] |
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Flittermice of Eld Unveiled at the plenilune Fordone by Mournful rest now seeking to be fed again Rising terrestrial power umbraged by celestial light That Shineth Forth from the palace of god - the palace of no return Flittermice of Eld they peer into the morrows, They peer the yesteryears as thoose are coming back. Beholding the son recrucified, beholding gods race browbeaten, Beholding the Devastation of all morals built by them. Flittermice of Eld they fly to blaspheme yehova and to build their Temple (of the) Damned on once holy pleasure ground A Fare to Raise the Flag (of Satan), to desseminate the races, To build the Hall of Battle and to live in Eternal Strife Flittermice came forth from the land beyond the forest Multifarious Winged Black Creatures slew the angels (up so) high. Devastation, Blasphemy, Desecration, Unholy He who Burned the face of god with the Eye of Our Master |
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| Автор: | Shady [ 29 Окт 2007 20:10 ] |
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Village People YMCA Lyrics Young man, there's no need to feel down. I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground. I said, young man, 'cause you're in a new town There's no need to be unhappy. Young man, there's a place you can go. I said, young man, when you're short on your dough. You can stay there, and I'm sure you will find Many ways to have a good time. It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a. It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a. They have everything for you men to enjoy, You can hang out with all the boys ... It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a. It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a. You can get yourself cleaned, you can have a good meal, You can do whatever you feel ... Young man, are you listening to me? I said, young man, what do you want to be? I said, young man, you can make real your dreams. But you got to know this one thing! No man does it all by himself. I said, young man, put your pride on the shelf, And just go there, to the y.m.c.a. I'm sure they can help you today. It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a. It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a. They have everything for you men to enjoy, You can hang out with all the boys ... It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a. It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a. You can get yourself cleaned, you can have a good meal, You can do whatever you feel ... Young man, I was once in your shoes. I said, I was down and out with the blues. I felt no man cared if I were alive. I felt the whole world was so tight ... That's when someone came up to me, And said, young man, take a walk up the street. There's a place there called the y.m.c.a. They can start you back on your way. It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a. It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a. They have everything for you men to enjoy, You can hang out with all the boys ... Y-m-c-a ... you'll find it at the y-m-c-a. Young man, young man, there's no need to feel down. Young man, young man, get yourself off the ground. Y-m-c-a ... you'll find it at the y-m-c-a. Young man, young man, there's no need to feel down. Young man, young man, get yourself off the ground. Y-m-c-a ... just go to the y-m-c-a. Young man, young man, are you listening to me? Young man, young man, what do you wanna be? |
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| Автор: | jones [ 29 Окт 2007 20:32 ] |
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Iron Maiden - Paschendale In a foreign field he lay lonely soldier unknown grave on his dying words he prays tell the world of Paschendale Relive all that he's been through last communion of his soul rust your bullets with his tears let me tell you 'bout his years Laying low in a blood filled trench killing time 'til my very own death on my face I can feel the falling rain never see my friends again in the smoke, in the mud and lead smell of fear and feeling of dread soon be time to go over the wall rapid fire and the end of us all Whistles, shouts and more gun fire lifeless bodies hang on barbed wire battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb be reunited with my dead friends soon many soldiers eighteen years drown in mud, no more tears surely a war no one can win killing time about to begin Home, far away. From the war, a chance to live again Home, far away. But the war, no chance to live again The bodies of ours and our foes the sea of death it overflows in no man's land God only knows into jaws of death we go... Crucified as if on a cross allied troops, they mourn their loss German war propaganda machine such before has never been seen swear I heard the angels cry pray to God no more may die so that people know the truth tell the tale of Paschendale Cruelty has a human heart everyman does play his part terror of the men we kill the human heart is hungry still I stand my ground for the very last time gun is ready as I stand in line nervous wait for the whistle to blow rush of blood and over we go... Blood is falling like the rain its crimson cloak unveils again the sound of guns can't hide their shame and so we die in Paschendale Dodging shrapnel and barbed wire running straight at cannon fire running blind as I hold my breath say a prayer symphony of death as we charge the enemy lines a burst of fire and we go down I choke a cry but no one hears feel the blood go down my throat Home, far away. From the war, a chance to live again Home, far away. But the war, no chance to live again Home, far away. From the war, a chance to live again Home, far away. But the war, no chance to live again See my spirit on the wind across the lines beyond the hill friend and foe will meet again those who died at Paschendale |
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| Автор: | Sick boy [ 29 Окт 2007 21:12 ] |
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Chorus Stephen Marley: And it was written Up in the book of life Cause the man shall Endure forever more (Repeat) Verse 1 Damian: Well did you know the pen Is stronger than di knife And they can kill you once But they can’t kill you twice Did you know destruction of di flesh is not di ending to life Fear not of the anti-christ Did you know that I Exist before the earth And did you know my eyes Are windows to the world Did you know you can’t go a Zion and a wear jerry curls Can’t tell the boys from the girls The body’s just a vehicle Transporting the soul It’s what’s inside the people Is beauty to behold Fear not of evil Everyday dem flesh it grow old Changes of the time take the toll Chorus Verse 2 Capleton: The one ya name, fear is in the eyes of di beholder And love is in the presence of the love maker Life is in the words of the comforter Endure much longer Live much longer Fear is in the eyes of di beholder And love is in the presence of the love maker Life is in the words of the comforter Endure much longer Live much longer Verse 3 Jr. Gong: A vester on his chest and Rastafari is his name The gift of everlasting life for us to all sustain Blessing that you all be got Lessons taught you all forgot Rasta call it shit you not Do you remember Elijah And his chariot of flames Same blood that runs thru my veins Verse 4 Capleton: The one ya name, fear is in the eyes of di beholder And love is in the presence of the love maker Life is in the words of the comforter Endure much longer Live much longer Fear is in the eyes of di beholder And love is in the presence of the love maker Life is in the words of the comforter Endure much longer Live much longer Careful of you, entertain stranger Selaisse never born inna nuh manger I'll never crucify as me savior Elect off himself inna the ruler Babylon nah function well dem a failure So be careful of dem cellular and pager Cause I sign see dem I see danger So dem grateful Selaisse I pray to you Chorus Verse 5 Drag-on: ?? Verse 6 Damian: Watch for sticks and stones Stumbling blocks in piles Life is one big road Miles on top of miles So blessed be the soul That always remains a child And most people don't even smile There's a natural mystic Blowing in tru the air So keep it realistic And always be aware The truth is crying out And it's so loud and so clear But most people won't even hear Spiritual pollution is in the atmosphere And with so much confusion Can one be happy here The gift of Rastafari is for all man to share But some would rather to be so unfair Chorus |
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| Автор: | DR. Той е Расист [ 29 Окт 2007 22:08 ] |
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Anathema - Pulled Under 2000 Metres A Second Just freedom is only a hallucination That waits at the edge of the distant horizon And we are all strangers in global illusion Wanting and needing impossible heaven Chasing the dream as they swim out to sea The mirage ahead says that they can be free Become lost in delusion drowning their reason Swept on by the current of selfish ambition Frightened ashamed and afraid of the blame The questions are screaming the answers are hiding The sickness is growing distracted condition You can feel the disgust and smell the confusion Lying insane getting soaked in the rain Draining the sky of the guilt and the shame The nightmare is coming the clouds are descending Pulled under two thousand metres a second Clawing at walls that just slip through my fingers Darkness consuming collapsing and breaking Distilled paranoia seeped into the walls And filled in the cracks with the whispering calls Shadows are forming take heed of the warnings Creeping around at four in the morning Lie to myself start a brand new beginning But I'm losing my time in this fear of living Freedom is only a hallucination That waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream Deep in the reason betrayal of feeling The mistakes that I made tore my conscience apart at the seems Freedom is only a hallucination That waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream... Freedom is only a hallucination That waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream Deep in the reason betrayal of feeling The mistakes that I made tore my conscience apart at the seems Freedom is only a hallucination That waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream... Anathema - Alternative 4 It's killing you, you're killing me I'm clinging on to my sanity All I need is a short term remedy Come and hide me from this terrible reality... Dreaded memories flood back to me But there's still a willful mind behind these cold psychotic eyes Now I tread this path so differently I've opened my mind and darkened my entire life. I'll dance with the angels to celebrate the holocaust, And far beyond my far gone pride, Is knowing that we'll soon be gone, Knowing that I'll soon be gone... Anathema - A Simple Mistake Think for yourself you know what you need in this life See for yourself and feel your soul come alive tonight Here in the moment we share, trembling between the worlds we stare Out at starlight enshrined, veiled like diamonds in.. ...time can be the answer, take a chance, lose it all It's a simple mistake to make to create love and to fall So rise and be your master you don't need to be a slave Of memory ensnared in a web, in a cage I have found my way to fly free from the constraints of time I have soared through the sky seen life far below in mind Breathed in truth, love, serene, sailed on OCEANS OF BELIEF Searched and found life inside, we're not just a moment in time... ....can be the answer, take a chance lose it all It's a simple mistake to make to create love and to fall So rise and be your master you don't need to be a slave Of memory ensnared in a web, in a cage Despair is for people who know, beyond any doubt, what the future is going to bring. Nobody is in that position. So despair is not only a kind of sin, theologically, but also a simple mistake, because nobody actually knows. In that sense there always is hope. Anathema - Lost Control Life.. has betrayed me once again I accept that some things will never change. I've let your tiny minds magnify my agony and it's left me with a chemical dependency for sanity. Yes, I am falling... how much longer 'till I hit the ground? I can't tell you why I'm breaking down. Do you wonder why I prefer to be alone? Have I really lost control? I'm coming to an end, I've realized what I could have been. I can't sleep so I take a breath and hide behind my bravest mask, I admit I've lost control Lost control... |
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| Автор: | Leandeer [ 29 Окт 2007 22:14 ] |
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Nirvana-Sappy And if you save yourself You will make him happy He'll keep you in a jar And you'll think you're happy He'll give you breathing holes Then you'll think you're happy He'll cover you with grass And you'll think you're happy Now You're in a laundry room, You're in a laundry room Conclusion came to you, oh And if you cut yourself You will think you're happy He'll keep you in a jar Then you'll make him happy He'll give you breathing holes Then you'll think you're happy He'll cover you with grass Then you'll think you're happy Now You're in a laundry room, You're in a laundry room Conclusion came to you, oh (x2) And if you fool yourself You will make him happy He'll keep you in a jar And you'll think you're happy He'll give you breathing holes Then you will seem happy You'll wallow in your shit Then you'll think you're happy Now You're in a laundry room (x3) Conclusion came to you, oh |
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| Автор: | † iMMortality † [ 29 Окт 2007 22:57 ] |
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Burzum-Dunkelheit When night falls She cloaks the world In impenetrable darkness A chill rises From the soil And contaminates the air Suddenly... Life has new meaning |
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| Автор: | martinkfreеman [ 29 Окт 2007 23:04 ] |
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Nocturno написа: Бахурметь - Анти-чифутски нихилизъм:
ЪЪЪЪЪЪЪЪРГХ, ДЕЕБА ТВОЙТА МАЙКАААААА. Възможно най-лаконичната форма на текст, измисляна някога. АЗ ГО ИЗМИСЛИХ!!! (рифът) 
--- I've hold the fire within myself Years I've walked in the coldest winds Through the deserts of sand and snow The time is passing and I know That I'm wasting my life, destroying my dreams I'm diving into the bottomless sea From sorrow and pain I find my strength The more pain I feel, the more I see. |
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