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A sun that never sets burns on.
New light is this river's dawn.
When to speak of a word so old
is to relearn what is known.
A time to think back and move on.
Rebuild the loves of lives long gone.
The blood that flows through me is not my own.
The blood is from the past, not my own.
The blood that leads my life is not my own.
The blood is strength, I'm not alone.
as to poume mia kai edw mias kai auto to kairo trwei ripitia:
Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks
Goin' someplace there's no goin' back
Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge
Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretchin' round the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sleepin' in their cars in the southwest
No home no job no peace no rest
The highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad
He pulls prayer book out of his sleeping bag
Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
Waitin' for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
Got a one-way ticket to the promised land
You got a hole in your belly and gun in your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathin' in the city aqueduct
The highway is alive tonight
But where it's headed everybody knows
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad
Now Tom said "Mom, wherever there's a cop beatin' a guy
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
Where there's a fight 'gainst the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me Mom I'll be there
Wherever there's somebody fightin' for a place to stand
Or decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes Mom you'll see me."
The highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sittin' downhere in the campfire light
With the Ghost of ol' Tom Joad.
sthn ygeia sas
Mannequin mannequin
They're all the same
Deathstrike said so
Hallowed be thy name
Morbid Angel
Napalm Death
Filthy Christians
Hold your breath
Knights in Satan's Service
Masters of death
Deathlike silence
Head not found
Dark awakening
O...underground
Worldwide trading
Stormtroopers of Death
Sons of Satan
Godly Being
Black Breath
Knights in Satan's Service
Masters of Death
Knights in Satan's Service
Listen to the Seasons of the Dead
Necrophagia
Repulsion
Masters of death
Killjoy Go!
You can't kill
What's already dead
You can't
You can't kill
What's already dead...
...Slowly We Rot
Let the Darkness Descend
Darkness is living in me
Helping me see
Be all I can be
Whole, Hey! Ho!
We are Satan's people
I love it like you love Jesus
It does the same thing to my soul
Hey! Ho!
I got a life-long love for
The occult...tlucco ehT
All hell's still running thru me
Permanently
Guiding me when the bell tolls
Hey! Ho!
We are Satan's people
We love it like you love Jesus
It does the same thing to our souls
Hey! Ho!
We got a life-long love for
The occult...tlucco ehT
The occult...tlucco ehT
Dynasties in blasphemies
The devil is smiling still
Thru Symphonies Of Sickness
and Pleasure To Kill
Knights in Satan's Service
Masters of Death
Death and Sodom
Flag Of Hate
Mental Funeral
Vomit, Sindrome
The Truth, Beyond The Gates
Unseen Terror
Human Error
Angel of Death
Dethroned Emperor
Venom, Possessed, Motorbreath
Knights in Satan's Service
Masters of Death
Knights in Satan's Service
Listen to the Seasons of the Dead
Necrophagia
Repulsion
Masters of death
Knights in Satan's Service
Masters of Death
Xecutioner
R.A.V.A.G.E.
Entombed - Masters of Death
lol! gamei
ε ναιQuote:
Originally Posted by Jim Dandy Mangrum
Hey all you reefers – weed shall be you magic stone
Hey all you stoners – smoke that shit and get it on
And all you drinkers – you won’t get it anywhere
So I stay smoking – heal my soul and grow my hair
Smoke marihuana; smoke it! Marijuana, son!
Hey all you potheads, smoke that dope and get it on
This one is healing – did you see her in the skies?
This one’s no killer – don’t believe in all that lies
Don’t take a chemic – don’t play in the asshole-zone
Just take things growing – Pflanz dir einen Wunderbaum
Smoke marihuana; smoke it! Marijuana, son!
Hey all you potheads, smoke that dope and get it on
Hey all you reefers – weed shall be you magic stone
Hey all you stoners – smoke that shit and get it on
And all you drinkers – you won’t get it anywhere
So I stay smoking – heal my soul and grow my hair
λεμε γαμανε οι Colour Haze!!!! clue ο τελευταιος στιχος...
Life's really a chocolate box -
some do without - others have plenty.
It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,
while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
From the cradle to the grave,
point your ladle to the gravy.
"Food comes first, then morals" they say,
the end of the world's three hot meals away.
Two average men eat their average meals
but destiny waits at their table.
One is served gruel while the other chews veal,
(but they're both spoon fed lies, lies from the cradle).
Life's really a chocolate box -
some do without - others have plenty.
It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,
while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,
while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
Tragic moments for the masses-
work is the curse of the drinking classes
"homo homini lupus" we cry-
humanity fades like the moon in the sky.
You can't cook an omlette without breaking eggs,
(first they are cracked and then beaten).
The only things cracked around here are our heads,
recepies for disaster that we keep repeating.
Life's really a chocolate box -
some do without - others have plenty.
It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,
while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,
while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
Here's a real beggars banquet,
a brace of rats in a blood stained blanket.
Meanwhile, gentlefolk high in their chateau,
dip silver spoons into black forest gateau.
Come lords and ladies - raise glasses in toast
to the "other-half" dying to eat.
'Cause they who receive least deserve it the most,
it's a literal dead-end (Inequality Street).
Life's really a chocolate box -
some do without - others have plenty.
It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,
while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
Life's really a chocolate box -
some do without - others have plenty.
It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,
while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,
while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
είμαι ακόμα στη χτεσινή συναυλία
wraios...............:maikl:
γαμώ το εξωτερικό σας που βλέπετε skyclad αβέρτα... :(
τι αβέρτα 10 χρόνια είχαν να παίξουν εδώ
ΟΛΟ ΓΙΟΥΦΙΑ ΜΥΤΑ ΣΕΑ
ΚΙ Η ΖΩΗ ΠΕΡΝΑΕΙ ΩΡΑΙΑ
ΒΡΑΣΕ ΧΤΥΠΑ ΨΟΦΑ ΑΝ ΘΕΣ
Η ΖΩΗ ΣΟΥ ΕΙΝΑΙ ΧΑΛΕΣ
ΚΟΨ'ΤΗΝ ΑΝ ΜΠΟΡΕΙΣ ΒΛΑΚΑ
ΤΑ ΚΑΝΕΣ ΟΛΑ ΣΚΑΤΑ
ΤΙ Ν'ΑΠΟΓΙΝΕ Η ΦΟΥΝΤΑ;
ΚΑΙ ΤΑ ΚΟΡΙΤΣΑΚΙΑ ΠΟΥΝΤΑ;
:dcontent::thumbsup:
There's a crooked street in Houston town,
It's a well born path I've travelled down
Now there's ruin in my name, I wish I never got off the train,
I wished I'd listened to the words you said.
Don't go down to Fannin Street
Don't go down to Fannin Street
Don't go down to Fannin Street
You'll be lost and never found
You can never turn around
Don't go down to Fannin Street
Once I held you in my arms, I was sure
But I took that silent stare through the guilded door
The desire to have much more, all the glitter and the roar,
I know this is where the sidewalk ends.
Don't go down to Fannin Street
Don't go down to Fannin Street
Don't go down to Fannin Street
You'll be lost and never found
You can never turn around
Don't go down to Fannin Street
When I was young I thought only of getting out
I said goodbye to my street, goodbye to my house
Give a man gin, give a man cards, give an inch he takes a yard,
And I rue the day that I stepped off this train.
Don't go down to Fannin Street
Don't go down to Fannin Street
Don't go down to Fannin Street
You'll be lost and never found
You can never turn around
Don't go down to Fannin Street.
- Tom Waits, Fannin Street (!)
she holds the world at bay
with walls built to stand come-what-may
:touched:
το παιξαν πριν λιγο οι velvoids και το θυμηθηκα
Hey little girl is your daddy home
Did he go away and leave you all alone
I got a bad desire
I'm on fire
Tell me now baby is he good to you
Can he do to you the things that I do
I can take you higher
I'm on fire
Sometimes it's like someone took a knife baby
edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley
through the middle of my soul
At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
and a freight train running through the
middle of my head
Only you can cool my desire
I'm on fire
Nobody can tell ya;
There's only one song worth singin'.
They may try and sell ya,
'cause it hangs them up
to see somone like you.
But you've gotta make your own kind of music
sing your own special song,
make your own kind of music even if nobody
else sing along.
So if you cannot take my hand,
and if you must be goin',
I will understand.
You're gonna be knowing
the loneliest kind of lonely.
It may be rough goin',
just to do your thing's
the hardest thing to do.
But you've gotta make your own kind of music
sing your own special song,
make your own kind of music even if nobody
else sings along.
So if you cannot take my hand,
and if you must be goin',
I will understand.
You gotta make your own kind of music
sing your own special song,
make your own kind of music even if nobody
else sings along.
Oh, I am the Unknown Soldier who died in World War Two.
I didn't want to fight, it was the only thing to do.
I was the victim of a world that went insane
Will you show me that I didn't die in vain.
Remember me, when the crosses are a burnin',
Remember me, when the racists come around.
Remember me, when the tides of peace are turnin',
Remember me and please don't let me down.
On the South Pacific Islands and the Iwo Jima sands
We raised the flag of freedom over many distant lands
And every time I killed a man my own heart felt the pain
Will you show me that I didn't die in vain.
Remember me, when the crosses are a burnin',
Remember me, when the racists come around.
Remember me, when the tides of peace are turnin',
Remember me and please don't let me down.
And I carried my old rifle to the European shore
And every friend that died made me die a little more.
Have pity on the man who put a bullet through my brain
And show me that I didn't die in vain.
Remember me, when the crosses are a burnin',
Remember me, when the racists come around.
Remember me, when the tides of peace are turnin',
Remember me and please don't let me down.
When the Fascists started marching many millions had to pay;
We saw them rise to power but we looked the other way.
It happened once before and it can happen once again
Will you show me that I didn't die in vain.
Remember me, when the crosses are a burnin',
Remember me, when the racists come around.
Remember me, when the tides of peace are turnin',
Remember me and please don't let me down.
It's a clear day out
It's a clear day out
It's so clear, day out
It's so clear, day out
Gonna find all your trouble
Gonna send them away
Gonna make you feel happy
Gonna be what you say
It's a clear day out
It's a clear day out
It's a clear day out
It's a clear day out
Gonna walk through your doorway
Gonna be what you say
Gonna take all your trouble
Gonna kiss them away
True
It's a clear day
It's a clear day
It's a clear day
ΣΙΧΑΜΕΡΟΙ
άσε την γκέη σου πλευρά να σε παρασύρει στα άγνωστα μονοπάτια της φλωριάς
θα περάσεις καλά
They've arrived with the excitement of a newborn,
Came to join the main event and fight against the lukewarm.
They've arrived with nothing but their word and their history,
Take a can of paint and try to decorate the dignity.
They've arrived. It's not what they anticipated.
Fuck it. Doesn't matter, put your fists up and instigate it.
They've arrived, and they can't save the planet,
Or the children, or the pandas, or themselves god damn it.
I'm just a man that loved rap,
So much in fact I put every piece of myself inside these fucking tracks.
What is that? You whisper something from the back?
You think your personal attacks make up for what you lack?
C'mon. I'm just a cat searching for a clean lap to crash,
In a world hurting, waiting for their turn to take a nap.
Sorting through the bills, fanmail, and life threats.
Wondering why the postman ain't delivered my wife yet?
They've arrived. They call me Sean, this is Anthony,
No need to act hard 'cause we've got extended family.
So I smile while I try to use my words wise.
Say what I meant, just in case this is your first time.
They've arrived. Oooh child are the wings tired.
Smiling like a couple of fools the the Queen hired.
They've arrived. Can't wait for the vibrate to thicken,
So we can watch the world's hips gyrate.
They've arrived. Even the dead's getting live.
It's a little deep, but you can float, c'mon baby dive.
They've arrived to fall in love with this bitch,
From the petals on her flower to the pimples on her tits.
Fuck the insults, and fuck the compliments.
Just wanna see the mommy free the honesty and common sense.
Stop following the wind that you swallow 'cause it's too simple to aim for a target sitting on a fence.
They've arrived. We do it for the candle in the sky.
Here's a toast goes out to those that can't handle their high.
You and I? We can swim into the tide,
And watch these other children lose their minds. I'm doin' fine.
They've arrived, and they landed safe and sound,
Better try to take 'em out before they make your saviors proud.
They've arrived, so fix the beef.
Quit acting like a sheep.
Either spit your speak, or sit there and grit your teeth.
They've arrived to spread the info to the kinfolk.
Fucking with the climate on the inside of the windows.
They've arrived. They're here. The baby farmer.
Gonna take it farther, make a mark, and break apart your fake martyrs.
Planted firm. Let the planet burn.
Understand the terms, you don't wanna open up this can of worms.
I'm trying to keep my prize on the eyeball,
But people wanna see you fly, all to watch the sky fall.
Who's to blame for your lack of conviction?
I wasn't drafted, I asked for the mission.
Put your name on the list at the bottom on an empty line,
And hold in plain sight whatever gave you the right to question mine.
They've arrived. The night prowler,
Gonna crawl past all the rap politics you can put that on your last dollar.
Wake up. It's bigger than a paystub.
There's the door, get your money, go wash off your make up.
They've arrived. They've arrived.
They've arrived. And they don't need your lovin'.
If you don't wanna give it, keep it. Doesn't really mean nothing.
They've arrived. Gonna beat it 'till it stops breathing.
No need to even try to reason with, they're not leaving.
They've arrived.
New Year's Eve
'Only the tame birds have a longing. The wild ones fly.'
So once again
Another New Year's Eve will ease our pain
Faith for the few
And rites that will make us so brave
So new
We laugh and we cheer for a Happy New Year
Happy?
Candles burn down
And in the darkness future comes around
We smile - all aware
But never speaking of the masks we wear
Blind!
Turning mirrors upside down
Won't make dust fall off the ground
Hiding wounds won't ease the pain
Sleep won't make you whole again
Change the inside!
...drink the rain...
Dressing our words
Seeing the dirt and flaws inside us hurts
One final glass
A sour taste from our promises
I bid farewell and crawl out of my shell
I'm awake!
I see the mistakes I make
Hiding wounds won't ease the pain
Sleep won't make you whole again
Change the inside...
Today I found a seed of sorrow
The harvest leaves a soil of shame
Now I undress and face tomorrow
And brave I walk to meet the blame
I'll search my home outside these borders
I'll run to meet up with the past
A Resolution for the New Life
This time I know it's gonna last
And I will...
Change the inside
Drink the rain
Open my wounds to heal the pain
Learn the work of The Machine
"Stampin'Ground-Officer Down"
Who teaches the teachers?
Who makes the laws for the lawmakers?
"Terror-Never Alone"
It's you and me against this world.
You've got to know you and I are never alone.
"Opeth-Ghost of Perdition"
In time the hissing of her sanity
Faded out her voice and soiled her name
And like marked pages in a diary
Everything seemed clean that is unstained
"Raised Fist-Friends and Traitors"
I've been demolishing your bullshit for ages,
This time i'm breaking it, our friendship, your smile.
See you in the city while you are faking it.
"Despised Icon-Fainted Blue Ornaments"
I need your presence but my shadown is tarnishing your radiance
"Lamb of God-Hourglass"
Fear and death in the wings, in thrall of those fallen from grace
Petty is as petty does, witness the mass disgrace
"Nightstalker-Just a Burn"
I don’t know if I’m alive or dead
I’m so stoned I’m almost there
"Tool-The Pot"
Liar, lawyer; mirror show me, what's the difference?
Kangaroo done hung the guilty with the innocent
For you who choose bondage, the world is a cage
Paralyzed under their gaze
These scraps of self, they're not enough
But they're all that I could steal
It's easier for you - don't you fucking feel
Do you
Subjugate our nightmares, bend them to their ends
And they offer to share the dividends?
A place in the shadow of the great guillotine.
And are you blessed in these days of lifelessness?
I'm choking on the rim of your righteousness
Scouring through the bars at worlds we'll never know
Lost in the city, the beaten crowds
Those around you gagged and bound
Smothered
Caught
Gasping
in Panoptikon
Defined by confines, condemned to these lives
No secret's safe from their eyes
But what goes on in our minds goes on in your hearts
Denied all creation, destruction is our bitter art
We'll slip through the cracks, we're not afraid
For every bent knee too shall break
We'll dance in the shadow of the great guillotine
That does it's rythmic work
On each and every unbowed head
One
by one
by one.
Judgement
Are you too the sacred and the clean?
One day we'll rise to mount the skies
And tear your god's towers down.
Freedom
In the death rows of this machine
No freedom here, living in fear
Until every wheel stops turning
Until every channel goes dead
Until every light goes out
Until every city is burning
Then we'll see some freedom!
Catharsis - Panoptikon
Drop out of Life with Bong in Hand
Follow the Smoke toward the Riff filled Land
Drop out of Life with Bong in Hand
Follow the Smoke toward the Riff filled Land
Proceeds the Weedian, Nazareth
Proceeds the Weedian, Nazareth
Creedsmen roll out Across The Dying Down
Sacred Israel Holy Mount Zion
Sun Beams Down onto the SAndcean Reigns
Caravan Migrates Through deep SandScape
Lungsmen Unearth the creed of Hasheeshian
LeBaNon
Desert Legion Smoke Covenant is Complete
HerB Bails Retied onto Backs of Beasts
Stoner Caravan Emerge from Sandsea
Earthling Inserts to Chalice the Green Cutchie
GRoundation Soul Finds Trust Upon Smoking Hose
Assemble Creedsmen Rises Prayerfilled Smoke
GolGoTha
Judgement Soon Come To Mankind
Green Herbsmen SErve Rightful King
HEMp SeeD Caravan CArries
Rides out Believer with the spliff Aflame
MAriJuanAut Escapes earth To Cultivate
Grow Room Is Church TEmple of the new Stoner Breed
Chants Loud RObeD Priest Down onto the Freedomseed
Burnt Offering rEdeeMs Completes Smoked Deliverance
Caravan StoneD Deliverants
The CARAvan Holds to Eastern Creed
NOw sMokEs Believer
The Chronicle of the Sinsemillian
Drop out of Life with Bong in Hand
Follow the Smoke toward the Riff filled Land
Drop out of Life with Bong in Hand
Follow the Smoke JERUSALEM....
Sleep - Jerusalem
ΑΣΤΕΙΟΙ ΜΠΑΦΟΣΤΙΧΟΙ ΚΑΤΩ ΑΠΟ ΣΤΙΧΟΥΣ ΚΑΘΑΡΣΙΣ.
Αυτός είστε κύριε. Αντί να σκεφτούμε ας κάνουμε κανα γάρο.
Σκεψη και Catharsis καποιος αλλος ειναι ο αστειος της υποθεσης
ας μην σχολιαζουμε τους στιχους που ποσταρουν οι αλλοι, γιατι απο Κιγαμω τους στιχοι thread θα περασουμε σε ο,τιακουωεγωειναιγαματο thread και δεν λεει....
ασε με εμενα να κανω γυρες και εσυ κατσε σκεψου χορους στις σκιες και στα σκοταδια.. ο καθενας οπως γουσταρει
Ναι ρε φίλε αλλά δε γίνεται να θεωρείς στιχάρα το ΒΓΕΣ ΑΠΟ ΤΗ ΖΩΗ ΜΕ ΕΝΑ ΜΠΟΝΓΚ ΣΤΟ ΧΕΡΙ.
Τελοσπάντων, άκρη με καμμένους δε βγαίνει.
πριμιτιβιστές εναντίον μπαφάκηδων. ωραία!
Μ' αρέσει να 'σαι μάγκισσα
με τσαχπινιά και νάζι
κι όλος ο κόσμος τι θα πει Μαρίτσα μου
ποτέ να μη σε νοιάζει
Ντυμένη σαν αρχόντισσα
μαζί μου να γυρίζεις
να πίνεις σαν παλιος μπεκρής, κουκλάκι μου
με σκέρτσο να καπνίζεις
Να βάζεις τη φουστίτσα σου
με γούστο και μεράκι
και στο ποδάρι να φοράς τσαχπίνα μου
το πιο καλό γοβάκι
Να 'σαι τσαχπίνα κι έξυπνη
το κόσμο να πειράζεις
και στη καρδούλα σου καημό Μαρίτσα μου
ποτέ σου να μη βάζεις.
οταν ξερεις τι κανω και ποιος ειμαι τοτε να με πεις καμενο... κατα τα αλλα καθε μουσικη και στιχος εχει την στιγμη του... η δικια σου στιγμη ειχε Catharsis η δικια μου ειχε Sleep απο εκει και περα που ειναι το προβλημα σου???
Then against my better judgement I went walking out that door
I smiled at one person then I nodded to three more
One man asked me for a dollar, I asked him, "What's it for?"
He said, "I have seen them" I said, "OK, it's yours"
And as featured on the MTV
The local highschool lets out and the town becomes anarchy
Parties are crashed, skid marks are measured
The story's in the paper, you may read it at your leisure
Get out! Eject! Escape from the prison planet!
Get out! Eject! Escape from the prison planet!
And to the tune of a billion dollars I supplied to the D.O.E.
Some tasty little nuggets of alien technology
And as one might expect I've been harassed for years
The 'Men in Black' have been bending my ear
As a matter of fact they were just here today but I escaped them through a secret passageway
Once I lived there for one thousand days
Get out! Eject! Escape from the prison planet!
Get out! Eject! Escape from the prison planet!
I have plans for the future, guess they're futuristic plans
Move out West and buy some desert lands
Or maybe up North, just past Alaska
You know nothing of this if they ask you
Red rover, red rover, Bob Lazar's coming over
So honey, clear the airstrip and light up that stove
By Jove, I think it's started, oh yeah
Escape from the prison planet
Billion people harvest on Mars
Rebuild the remnants of the obelisk one mile from the pyramid
Escape from the planet of the apes
Go forth ad infinitum
Return the relics to the Elephant and Atlantis rises
Get out! Eject! Escape from the prison planet!
Ejector seat ignite, oh yeah
Billion people harvest on Mars
Rebuild the remnants of the obelisk one mile from the pyramid
Escape from the planet of the apes
Go forth ad infinitum
Return the relics to the Elephant and Atlantis rises
Είσαι μάγκας τελικά. Έχουμε μπάντα που παίζει τέτοια και το τραγούδι δεν το 'ξερα.Quote:
Originally Posted by ikonoklast
Είναι σχετικά γνωστό πάντως και αν δεν κάνω λάθος κάπου το έχουν σαβουριάσει και αυτοί οι σαβούρηδες οι ιμαμ μπαιλντι.
entit: νάτο:
Spoiler
mi milate gia catharsis ama einai na peite malakies omws
ontopik! eikonoplastikoi stixoi k epirroes ntostogevski!
Είμαι από τους ανθρώπους που δε βλέπεις σε μια παμπ
Μα ούτε στη δημόσια βιβλιοθήκη
Δε ξέρω αν εμπνέει το πρόσωπό μου σεβασμό
Μα δεν μπορείς και να με πεις καθίκι
Οι φίλοι παντρεύτηκαν και κάνανε παιδιά
Κι όταν σε χαιρετούν κοιτούν στα μάτια
Δεν είναι πως δε λαχταρώ κι εγώ την παντρειά
Απλώς με πνίγουν δύσκολα κεσάτια
Γιατί γι’ αυτόν που δεν τον συναντάς συχνά σε παμπ
Υπάρχουνε και τα βίντεο-κλαμπ
Το ότι είμαι βιντεόφιλος όμως δεν πάει να πει
Ότι τρόπον τινά ανήκω κάπου
Απ’ τη στιγμή που μπαίνω κι ως να βγω απ’ το μαγαζί
Επικρατεί σωστή σιγή θανάτου
Μονάχα λίγα χάχανα την κρίσιμη στιγμή
Που την υπάλληλο δειλά κοιτάω
Κάνοντας μιαν ερώτηση που της είναι γνωστή
Κι ωστόσο πάντα την ξαναρωτάω
Και όταν πλέον στο γνωστό το ράφι με οδηγεί
Νιώθω σαν να βουλιάζω μες τη γη
Τώρα μη νομιστεί πως κατακρίνω τους θνητούς
Που δεν μπορούν να με κατανοήσουν
Αυτοί την βρίσκουν με πολύ νορμάλ ηθοποιούς
Πως γίνεται να μη με λοιδωρήσουν
Εγώ ποτέ δε νοίκιασα Ντε Νίρο ή Μπρους Λι
Ούτε ως καλός μπαμπάς κανένα Μίκυ
Εγώ πάντα ζητάω με την γνωστή μου συστολή
Το νέο φιλμ της Βίνας της Ασική
Και κάθε Σαββατόβραδο ευλαβικά σιωπών
Τη βλέπω στην καινούργια της βερσιόν
Κι η Καλλιθέα ανθίζει απ’ τη Θησέως ως τη Συγγρού
Τα οχήματα ακινητούν στους δρόμους
Στην παραλία παίζουν το top-twenty του θεού
Και τα γιαπιά αψηφούν τους οικοδόμους
Κι όλα μαζί σηκώνονται και φεύγουνε γι’ αλλού
Αφήνοντας για πόλη μιαν αλάνα
Να στήσω με σεντόνια το προσχέδιο ενός γιαλού
Να σε ξαπλώσω εκεί λευκή και λάγνα
Είμαι από τους ανθρώπους που δε βλέπεις σε μια παμπ
Μα όταν γυρίζω πίσω την ταινία
Παρά την ειρωνεία των πελατών του βίντεο-κλαμπ
Νιώθω σαν άρχων σε σταυροφορία
Νιώθω ότι υπερασπίζομαι έναν πολιτισμό
Θαμμένο στα δελτία παροχής σας
Πως δίνω στα κορίτσια σας με λέξεις που αγνοώ
Το νόημα που λείπει απ’ τη ζωή σας
Και κάθε βράδυ πάνω στις ταράτσες σαν χαζός
Φωνάζω για ν’ ακούνε τα παιδιά σας
"Χυδαίος, ερημωμένος μα υγιής και ζωντανός
Ζήτω ο ελληνικός ερωτισμός!”…
I'm allowed to grow
In the vision of God
But he'll strip off my bark if
I grow to the
world
I'm allowed to live
As a symbol of birth
But nothing, no nothing, is
ever, ever
allowed
I'm allowed to grow
In the vision of God
But he'll tear off my limbs if I
grow to the
world
I'm allowed to curse him
If he's the one that built me
I'm allowed to use
his fucking name in vain
I dream sleeping beneath it
I dream being its
father
Teaching all there is to teach about the world
I'll stretch out my
limbs
And outgrow this fucking world
If it gets me killed then so be it
'cause
I'm tired of the world
And the world is tired of me
The tree won't
grow and nor the world around
I never knew that I'd destroy it all
I could
plant a seed and grow another tree
But I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired
The ones born in shit with no remorse or no regret, watch the foundation break we laugh as we take. Born the son of a carpenter and highschool secretary, bread blue collar in a white trash town, with just enough to lose. But I learned the value in wanting nothing because then no one can take anything from you. I watched the heart of my old man get overworked for the sake of a dollar. Worried that love might only, be found, in the amount of things you leave behind when you die. I started driving nails at an early age for a class of people their god forgot. For the ingrates who never knew the pain of callous hands for the bottom feeder waiting for their hand out.
This is humanities true face, middle aged and fully capable but not willing to sweat. Who think they are better than that, as if born with some form of entitlement. The punch line in this joke, we are angels at birth but true sinners and always looking for a hustle. I was born a fortunate son. But I learned early on if you want to live, you got to suffer, you got to be willing to bleed. I was born a fortunate son. But I learned early on if you want to live, you got to suffer, you got to be willing to die. (Empty handed). I go day to day with a chip on my shoulder I can not shake for a generation of leaches who seem to think that life owes them something more than a right to breathe. Life owes me nothing but a cold deep grave and a promise to never wake me up when I close my eyes, let me close my eyes. Please let me close my eyes.
Απ'τα καλυτερα κομματια ολων των εποχων (τους τελευταιους μηνες).
Για νοτες πηγαινε αρχικα αλλα δε γαμιεται παντου ον τοπικ ειναι.
So many call here on their way down below & I'll be here burning till the end of time. Thoughts of the falling burn from the ceiling to wall & I'll be here waiting till the end of time.
And nothing here is safe & nothing here is sacred & the thing you care for most will crawl away wounded as you tell it you love it, into the dark recesses & hollowed out corners of nothing.
And the last touch is always the hardest & the last touch is always the same & the last look is the one that will kill ya & the last touch is the one that will drive you insane.
And as the night fell & the gutters swelled with the roar of the pissing city & the falling balling & crawling below he sat shaking uncontrollably by the window looking over the pestilent street. And he sat & he prayed & he prayed & he sat & he prayed to St. Augustus, St Brigid, Padre Pio, patron saint of all sinners, patron saint of all fools,
patron saint of every fucking dying crawling thing beneath him, shouting out the names of the dead & forgotten.
And he cried out for Christ's sake help me!
For Christ's sake get me out of here!
God of all sick things get me the fuck out of here!
Release me!
και ολιγον καψουροcore
down by your side
i watch the dreary light
it illuminates your sleeping skin
i reach my cold arm across the bed
you make no move
you never do
own these dire nights
own their seething lies
own my damage
own my scars
they paint a broke life's
shattered art
and time won't turn
my wretched world
Ωπα.
You don't believe what you don't see
Each grain of sand beneath the sea
You have no faith in a dream
Fade into the landspace, unseem
In a field of weeds, killing time
A winding river rushes by
All the while you seem to be going blind
A cold numb grey in your eyes
Breathe in, breathe deep
A lifetime is too long to sleep
Staring at lightning won't keep you warm
You hear the thunder, but can't get out of the storm
Growing weak and thin
This has to end where it begins
Waiting for winter's first snow
To cover your tracks, so no-one will know
That you ever lived, or ever lied
You wouldn't give, never tried
No words worth air ever sound
From a flightless bird, bound to the ground
Breathe in, breathe deep
A lifetime is too long to sleep
Staring at lightning won't keep you warm
You hear the thunder, but can't get out of the storm
