65 days of static-23kid
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65 days of static-23kid
δεν εχει στιχους αλλα αν ειχε θα ηταν θεικοι.
Ψυχούλα.Quote:
Originally Posted by necropethamenos
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Your love feels
Like trumpets sound
I said your love feels
Like trumpets sound
Your life is like a mountain
Yes, your life is like a mountain
And your heart is like a church
With wide open doors
And to be with you
Is to find myself in the best of dreams
Your love feels like trumpets
Your love feels
Like high summer
Your love feels
Like high, high, summer
Your life is like an ocean
Yes, your life is like an ocean
I want to dive in naked
Lose myself in your depths
I want to be with you
To find myself in the best of dreams
Your love feels like trumpets
Please don’t wake me
No don’t shake me
I want to be with you
When being with you is the same
The same as being you
Your love feels like trumpets
Δεν αντεχω πια να σε βλεπω ετσι γειτονα,
Τα παντα δεχεσαι.
Καποτε ορκιζομουν πως θα σε γλυτωνα,
Και τωρα κλαιγεσαι.
Κι ομως λυγισαμε κοιτα πως γιναμε,
Αντι μια ζωη, δυο φασκελα πηραμε,
Αμοιρε γειτονα.
I woke up today in London
As the plane was touching down
And all I could think about was monday
And maybe ill be back around
If this keeps me away much longer
I dont know what i will do
Youve got to understand its a hard life
That im going through
And when the night falls in around me
I dont think ill make it through
Ill use your light to guide the way
Cause all I think about is you
Well L.A is getting kinda crazy
And New york is getting kinda cold
I keep my head from geting lazy
I just cant wait to get back home
And all these days i spend away
Ill make up for this i swear
I need your love to hold me up
When its all too much to bear
And when the night falls in around me
I dont think ill make it through
Ill use your light to guide the way
Cause all I think about is you
These things you keep
You’d better throw them away
You wanna turn your back
On your soulless days
Once you were tethered
And now you are free
Once you were tethered
Well now you are free
That was the river
This is the sea!
Now if you’re feelin’ weary
If you’ve been alone too long
Maybe you’ve been suffering from
A few too many
Plans that have gone wrong
And you’re trying to remember
How fine your life used to be
Running around banging your drum
Like it’s 1973
Well that was the river
This is the sea!
Wooo!
Now you say you’ve got trouble
You say you’ve got pain
You say’ve got nothing left to believe in
Nothing to hold on to
Nothing to trust
Nothing but chains
You’re scouring your conscience
Raking through your memories
Scouring your conscience
Raking through your memories
But that was the river
This is the sea yeah!
Now I can see you wavering
As you try to decide
You’ve got a war in your head
And it’s tearing you up inside
You’re trying to make sense
Of something that you just can’t see
Trying to make sense now
And you know you once held the key
But that was the river
And this is the sea!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!
Now I hear there’s a train
It’s coming on down the line
It’s yours if you hurry
You’ve got still enough time
And you don’t need no ticket
And you don’t pay no fee
No you don’t need no ticket
You don’t pay no fee
Because that was the river
And this is the sea!
Behold the sea!
still have a flame gun
For the cute cute cute ones
And I saw your hand
With a loose grip
On a tight ship
I still have a flame gun
For the cute ones
To burn out all your tricks
And I saw your hand
With a loose grip
On a very tight ship
And I know
That in the cold light
There’s a very big man
There
Cause you and me we’re average
With simple minds and lungs and eyes and skin
You and me we’re hopeless with nowhere hearts
So tear it out and open it
I’m giving blood tonight don’t care how don’t care why
I’m giving blood tonight and I feel just like
I could give it all
Crime and the City Solution
The Adversary
You see me in a foreign face
In ships that sink without trace
In your father's doubt
Will he praise or shout?
Behind the burning cross
Begrudged imagined loss
When you run to me, run to me, run to me
You try to fly, but you cannot fly
You try to hide, but I'm by your side
You run from me, run from me, run from me
I am the adversary
I am the adversary
I am the adversary
I am your foe
I go where you go
Between ideals and fact
Between the thought and the act
You sink without trace
Grow to hate your face
Will you sell all you own
To sit in a shadow by a throne
Will you run to me, run to me, run to me?
You try to fly, but you cannot fly
You try to hide, but I'm by your side
You try to run from me, run from me, run from me
I am the adversary
I am the adversary
I am the adversary
I am your foe
I go where you go
You will see me behind every door
You need not look for me at all
To her I'm just another
To her I am unknown
On your shoulder her hands lightly rest
As she lets fall her soft summer dress
Without self-conciousness of floating off in sleep
Without intention triumphs admid all defeat
She moves in her own sheltered way
My invisible hands are not at play
To her I'm just another
To her I am unknown
From the cold snow into the water
To her I'm just another
To her I am unknown
(Run from me, run from me, run from me)
I am your foe
I go where you go
Υπάγεται και στο "η τελειότητα σε νότες"
Από τα πέρατα της γης
Φέραν της φωτιάς οι μάγοι
Ονείρατα φιλόξενα
Μήπως και σπάσουνε οι πάγοι
ωωωω
Στη φωτιά, ρίχνω όλα τα ταμένα
Όνειρα πάρτε με μαζί και 'μένα
Να χαθώ σε τραγούδια περασμένα
Κάπου εκεί όσα έχω χρεωμένα ζω
Μήπως θαρρέψει ο άνθρωπος
Και ψάξει στα χαμένα
Και βάλει χώρια τα καλά
Χώρια τα στερημένα
ωωωω
Στη φωτιά, ρίχνω όλα τα ταμένα...
Στη φωτιά, ρίχνω όλα τα ταμένα
Όνειρα πάρτε με μαζί και 'μένα
Να χαθώ σε τραγούδια περασμένα
Κάπου εκεί όσα έχω χρεωμένα ζω
Από τα πέρατα της γης
Φέραν της φωτιάς οι μάγοι
I parade myself.
Όπου κοιτάζω να κοιτάζεις
όλη η Ελλάδα ατέλειωτη παράγκα
Παράγκα, παράγκα, παράγκα του χειμώνα
κι εσύ μιλάς σαν πτώμα
Ο λαός, ο λαός στα πεζοδρόμια
κουλούρια ζητάει και λαχεία
Κοπάδια, κοπάδια, κοπάδια στα υπουργεία
αιτήσεις για τη Γερμανία
Κυράδες, φιλάνθρωποι παπάδες
εργολαβίες, ψαλμωδίες και καντάδες
Η Ευανθούλα κλαίει πριν να κοιμηθεί
την παρθενιά της βγάζει στο σφυρί
Στα γήπεδα η Ελλάδα αναστενάζει
στα καφενεία μπιλιάρδο, καλαμπούρι και χαρτί
Στέκει στο περίπτερο, διαβάζει
φυλλάδες με μιάμιση δραχμή
Όχι, όχι, αυτό δεν είναι τραγούδι
Είν’ η τρύπια στέγη μιας παράγκας
Είν’ η γόπα που μάζεψε ένας μάγκας
κι ο χαφιές που μάς ακολουθεί
pote den tha ton kseperasei tipota.Quote:
Originally Posted by blackbird
I live in a town called Millhaven
And it's small and it's mean and it's cold
But if you come around just as the sun goes down
You can watch the whole town turn to gold
It's around about then that I used to go a-roaming
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die
My name is Loretta but I prefer Lottie
I'm closing in on my fifteenth year
And if you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green
Then you sure didn't see them around here
My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing
La la la la La la la lie
Mama often told me we all got to die
You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven
How last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home
They found him next week in One Mile Creek
His head bashed in and his pockets full of stones
Well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning
La la la la La la la lie
Even little Billy Blake's boy, he had to die
Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High
Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier
Then next day the old fool brought little Biko to school
And we all had to watch as he buried her
His eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing
La la la la La la la lie
Even God's little creatures, they have to die
Our little town fell into a state of shock
A lot of people were saying things that made little sense
Then the next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe
Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence
Foul play can really get a small town going
La la la la La la la lie
Even God's children all have to die
Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs Colgate
Was stabbed but the job was not complete
The last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead
Was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street!"
Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning
La la la la La la la lie
The young ones, the old ones, they all gotta die
Yes, it is I, Lottie. The Curse Of Millhaven
I've struck horror in the heart of this town
Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow
It's more like the other way around
I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming
La la la la La la la lie
Sooner or later we all gotta die
Since I was no bigger than a weavil they've been saying I was evil
That if "bad" was a boot that I'd fit it
That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately
O fuck it! I'm a monster! I admit it!
It makes me so mad my blood really starts a-going
La la la la La la la lie
Mama always told me that we all gotta die
Yeah, I drowned the Blakey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit
Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed
But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos
Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head
I'll sing to the lot, now you got me going
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children have all gotta die
There were all the others, all our sisters and brothers
You assumed were accidents, best forgotten
Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake Tahoo?
Everyone assumed the "Warning" signs had followed them to the bottom
Well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing
La la la la La la la lie
Even twenty little children, they had to die
And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum
There was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen
Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued
All cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline
Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing
La la la la La la la lie
Rich man, poor man, all got to die
Well I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial
I was laughing when they took me away
Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah
It ain't home, but you know, it's fucking better than jail
It ain't such bad old place to have a home in
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die
Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless Rorschach tests
I keep telling them they're out to get me
They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course!
There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me!"
So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all have to die
La la la la La la la lie
I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie
Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they gotta die
(terastio alla aksizei)
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