Actually, olo to soundtrack gamei kai i tainia vevaia :) apo tis agapimenes moy... Love u man! :pink:Quote:
Originally Posted by necropethamenos
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Actually, olo to soundtrack gamei kai i tainia vevaia :) apo tis agapimenes moy... Love u man! :pink:Quote:
Originally Posted by necropethamenos
Polu pio prin to eixan pei oi A-HA omws.. opote oloi tous antigrafous tous A-HAQuote:
Originally Posted by freak brother
pou btw exei kai gamw tous stixous:
Aha - Crying In The Rain
I'll never let you see
The way my broken heart is hurting me
I've got my pride and I know how to hide
All my sorrow and pain
I'll do my crying in the rain
If I wait for stormy skies
You won't know the rain from the tears in my eyes
You'll never know that I still love you so
Though the heartaches remain
I'll do my crying in the rain
Raindrops falling from heaven
Could never take away my misery
But since we're not together
I pray for stormy weather
To hide these tears I hope you'll never see
Someday when my crying's done
I'm gonna wear a smile and walk in the sun
I may be a fool
But till then, darling, you'll never see me complain
I'll do my crying in the rain
ntaksi tous theikoterous stixous tous exoun oi FIELDS OF THE NEPHILIM KAI MHN AKOUSW KOUVENTA :twisted:
"And There Will Your Heart Be Also"
We must suffer to free our pain
Can you help us to find our way
You're here to stay
Stay here in paradise
I'd end this moment to be with you
Through morphic oceans
I'd lay here with you
Only to stay
Stay here in paradise
Only to stay
So lonely from this maelstrom free are you
From this maelstrom to be with you
axaxa - twra idou pws mporei na ginei i morgana mparouti ...
gia to mpoutso einai girl :P
axaxaxa plaka kanoume :P E ?
*morgy :blaser: rocky*
OK..
A. TO EPOS!
Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper -- your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
the tidal destruction
the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
the newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
your suntan does rapidly peel and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you
shake your head and
say it's a shame.
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.
See there! A son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
We'll
make a man of him
put him to trade
teach him
to play Monopoly and
to sing in the rain.
The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water --
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other --
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling --
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping -- their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.
And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.
The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have
all gone into service and
are not to be expected for a year.
The innocent young master -- thoughts moving ever faster --
has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.
And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.
What do you do when
the old man's gone -- do you want to be him? And
your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam --
and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.
LATER.
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
So come on all you criminals!
I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man --
twenty years too late.
Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.
You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone -- you meet the stares.
You're unaware that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
your rings upon your fingers and
your downy little sidies and
your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol
who lets you bend the rules.
So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super crooks
and show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you?
Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.
You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are --
and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in Cornwall --
writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual.
LATER.
See there! A man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll
take the child from him
put it to the test
teach it
to be a wise man
how to fool the rest.
QUOTE
We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God is an overwhelming responsibility
we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
cats are on the upgrade
upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.
LATER
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
Saying -- how's your granny and
good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.
The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled
in the seagull's call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
and signal for the crack of dawn.
Light the sun.
Do you believe in the day? Do you?
Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun.
Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant with the day,
wise men endorse the poet's sight.
Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day!
Let me tell you the tales of your life of
your love and the cut of the knife
the tireless oppression
the wisdom instilled
the desire to kill or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool
toasts his god in the sky.
So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed
with
the blood of the fools and
the thoughts of the wise and
from the pan under your bed.
Let me make you a present of song as
the wise man breaks wind and is gone while
the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and
the nursery rhyme winds along.
So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
and the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be
the fool stood in his suit of armour or
the wiser man who rushes clear.
So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super-crooks and
show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament.
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual.
OF COURSE
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
.... kai genikotera exw polla na xwsw apo Tull... pisteuw oti o Ian exei grapsei the best lyrics ever......
B. O tropos zwhs...
Some things in life are bad,
They can really make you mad,
Other things just make you swear and curse,
When you're chewing your life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle,
And this'll help things turn out for the best,
And.....
Always look on the bright side of life.
[whistling]
Always look on the light side of life.
[whistling]
If life seems jolly rotten,
There's something you've forgotten,
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
When you're feeling in the dumps,
Don't be silly chumps.
Just purse your lips and whistle. That's the thing.
And...
Always look on the bright side of life.
[whistling]
Always look on the right side of life,
[whistling]
For life is quite absurd
And death's the final word.
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
Forget about your sin.
Give the audience a grin.
Enjoy it. It's your last chance, anyhow.
So,...
Always look on the bright side of death,
[whistling]
Just before you draw your terminal breath.
[whistling]
Life's a piece of shit,
When you look at it.
Life's a laugh and death's a joke. It's true.
You'll see it's all a show.
Keep 'em laughing as you go.
Just remember that the last laugh is on you.
And...
Always look on the bright side of life.
[whistling]
Motny Python RULE!!
C. Elladara...
Htan ena mikro paidi kai a3io palikari
gaidarou kwlo filise kai phre ena dekari
oi gkomenes ton ftinana oi filoi ton afhnan
kai afou hde ki aohde ephge sthn a8hna
kai gnwrise enan tupa m'ena xontro moustaki
pou argotera tou hpane pws htan baporaki
m'autos katw den to bale kai brhke allh lush
Rokas phge kai egine kai roufage xasisi!
brhke allh lush, brhke allh lush,
Rokas phge kai egine kai roufage xasisi!
mia mera ton tsakwsane baria mastouromeno
kai mesa sthn psirou ba8ia ton eixane kleismeno
san eide auta kai troma3e to neo palikari
ap' thn a8hna efhge kai spiti phge pali
m'autos mualo den ebale kai gurise sthn fush..
Rokas phge kai egine kai roufage xasisi!
gurise sthn fush, gurise sthn fush,
Rokas phge kai egine kai roufage xasisi!
:smoking: :headbang2:
auta gia twra....
She is waiting to kiss my hand
But she will wait for my command
My chains and collar brought her to her knees
She now is free to please
Woman, be my slave
That's your reason to live
Woman, be my slave
The greatest gift I can give
Woman, be my slave
Before her surrender she had no life
Now she's a slave, not a wife
Her only sorrow is for women who live with lies
She's taken off her disguise
Woman, be my slave
That's your reason to live
Woman, be my slave
The greatest gift I can give
Woman, be my slave
Your body belongs to me
Woman, come here
Remove your garments
Kneel before me
Please me
Woman, be my slave
That's your reason to live
Woman, be my slave
The greatest gift I can give
Woman, be my slave
Den 3erw an to 3anapostare kaneis prin apo mena. Pantws oi stixoi mamane :P
@4vatar 0f Death
Άγγιξες ευαίσθητες χορδές, εύγε νέε μου!
:)
Htan ena mikro paidi kai a3io palikari
gaidarou kwlo filise kai phre ena dekari
oi gkomenes ton ftinana oi filoi ton afhnan
kai afou hde ki aohde ephge sthn a8hna
kai gnwrise enan tupa m'ena xontro moustaki
pou argotera tou hpane pws htan baporaki
m'autos katw den to bale kai brhke allh lush
Rokas phge kai egine kai roufage xasisi!
brhke allh lush, brhke allh lush,
Rokas phge kai egine kai roufage xasisi!
mia mera ton tsakwsane baria mastouromeno
kai mesa sthn psirou ba8ia ton eixane kleismeno
san eide auta kai troma3e to neo palikari
ap' thn a8hna efhge kai spiti phge pali
m'autos mualo den ebale kai gurise sthn fush..
Rokas phge kai egine kai roufage xasisi!
gurise sthn fush, gurise sthn fush,
Rokas phge kai egine kai roufage xasisi!
aggixes xordes evge palikari mou
xixixixi :*
etsi etsi!!! :headbang:
na 8umountai oi palioi kai na ma8enoun oi neo...
y.g. @ marianna me poio apo ta 3 tis a3ixa na 3erw?i
me tous JT profanws. emena de kserw ti mou aggikses alla exw stysi.Quote:
Originally Posted by 4vatar 0f Death
tis xordes sou re Hentai... tis xordes sou... (G-Strings... G-spot.. olla mesa einai :roll: )Quote:
Originally Posted by necropethamenos
There's some tzatziki leakin' outta yer ass
But, hey, yo, I ain't gonna make no fuss
Οι παλιοί δεν ξεχνούν, οι νέοι πόσο μαθαίνουν είναι άλλο θέμα...Quote:
Originally Posted by 4vatar 0f Death
...and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick...
Pantws to kalokairi Eskisan!!Quote:
Originally Posted by marianna2525
eidika h diakseuh tou Budapest me ola ta solo mazemena sto telos!!!
:worship: :worship: :worship: :worship:
Ian is a God!!
to mono pou me xalase htan oti se olo to hrwdeio hmastan mono 4 or8ioi na xoreuoume... 3eneres.....
