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Originally Posted by Chopped In Half
1) Δεν τους έβαλα στο ίδιο καζάνι με 80ίλες.Quote:
Originally Posted by sabbattack
2) Δεν είπα ούτε για προσκύνημα, μια φορά οι στίχοι που πόσταρα βιάζουν ποικιλοτρόπως την περισσότερη σαβούρα που έχει ποσταριστεί σε αυτό το θρεντ - και με περισσή άνεση. Α ναι, είναι και γαμώ τους stixoi imo(εννοείται χωρίς το h).
3) Οι σωτήρες του heavy metal υπάρχουν σε τρελές χώρες που δεν το περιμένετε, όχι σε Γερμανίες.
:)
Α ναι, :moutza: στα μούτρα σου, καθρεπτάκι. νιανιανιά, κλπ κλπ.
When you come near to me
I go away
What is not clear for me
I go away
What is not here for me
I go away...
Vincent Gallo - when
Steel Assasin. ΣΚΑΣΕ. sabbattack. ΣΚΑΣΕ.
φχαριστω.
πάμε σε στίχους πάλι.
Some things in life are bad
They can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse.
When you're chewing on 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...
Always look on the light side of life...
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...
Always look on the light side of life...
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
Just before you draw your terminal breath
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...
Always look on the right side of life...
(Come on guys, cheer up!)
Always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the bright side of life...
(Worse things happen at sea, you know.)
Always look on the bright side of life...
(I mean - what have you got to lose?)
(You know, you come from nothing - you're going back to nothing.
What have you lost? Nothing!)
Always look on the right side of life...
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σωσθόςςςςςςςςςςςς.
Πού πας χλωμός καλέ μου Μιγκέλ
γέμισε ο τόπος κίτρινες τουλίπες
και στην πλατεία Χόρχε ντ'Αλβαράδο
περιπολούν δεινόσαυροι και γύπες.
"A new born child has no teeth."
"A goose has no teeth."
"A rose has no teeth."
This last at any rate—
one would like to say—
is obviously true!
It is even surer that a goose has none.
And yet it is none so clear.
For where should a rose's teeth have been?
The goose has none in its jaw.
And neither, of course, has it any in its wings;
but no one means that when he says it has no teeth.
Why, suppose one were to say:
the cow chews its food and then dungs the rose with it,
so the rose has teeth in the mouth of a beast.
This would not be absurd,
because one has no notion in advance where to look for teeth in a rose.
Matmos - Roses and Teeth for Ludwig Wittgenstein
as in the fairytales the eerietales
the scarytales the oh so weary tales
there is a place where the outdated sweethearts go as in becoming one
with the vicious whirlwind
as in couldn't have cared less as in courting the barbwire smile as in where will
that grinnygrin be when you're waltzing about in stenchdrench
as in how could you be so careless as in watching
the spleenscreen
the snowscreen there's snow on my screen
and it's the story of a lifetime as in there is a carnage
where the dead darlings go as in i wouldn't i don't wanna'
as in I'm not there as in another sphere
as in not being a victim not a superstar
as in as if
(Barb Wire Smile)
Lynyrd Skynyrd - Simple Man
Mama told me when I was young
Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say.
And if you do this
It will help you some sunny day.
Take your time... Don't live too fast,
Troubles will come and they will pass.
Go find the woman and you'll find love,
And don't forget son,
There is someone up above.
(Chorus)
And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?
Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
All that you need is in your soul,
And you can do this if you try.
All that I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.
(Chorus)
Boy, don't you worry... you'll find yourself.
Follow you heart and nothing else.
And you can do this if you try.
All I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.
Life planned out before my birth
nothing could I say
had no chance to see my self
moulded day by day
looking back I realise
nothing have I done
left to die with only friend
alone I clench my gun
Metallica: Disposable Heroes
I'm a cork on the ocean
Floating over the raging sea
How deep is the ocean?
How deep is the ocean?
I lost my way
Hey hey hey
I'm a rock in a landslide
Rolling over the mountainside
How deep is the valley?
How deep is the valley?
It kills my soul
Hey hey hey
I'm a leaf on a windy day
Pretty soon I'll be blown away
How long will the wind blow?
How long will the wind blow?
Ohhhh
Until I die
Until I die
These things I'll be until I die
These things I'll be until I die
These things I'll be until I die
These things I'll be until I die
These things I'll be until I die
These things I'll be until I die
These things I'll be until I die
These things I'll be until I die
These things I'll be until I die
These things I'll be until I die
Existence is a stage on which we pass,
a sleepwalk trick for mind and heart;
it's hopeless, I know, but onward I must go
and try to make a start
at seeing something more
than day to day survival, chased by final death.
if I believed this the sum of the life to which we've come,
I wouldn't waste my breath.
Somehow, there must be more.
There was a time when more was felt than known
but now, entrenched inside my sett,
in light more mundane, thought rattles round my brain:
we live, we die...and yet?
In the beginning there was order and destiny
but now that path has reached the border
and on our knees is no way to face the future, whatever it be.
Though the forces which hold us in place
last through eons in unruffled grace
we, too, wear the face of creation.
As anti-matter sucks and pulses periodically
the bud unfolds, the bloom is dead, all space is living history.
It seems as though time must betray us yet we're alive
and though I see no God to save us, still we survive
through the centuries of progress
which don't get us very far.
All illusion! All is bogus...
we don't yet know what we are.
Laughing, hoping, praying, joking, Son of Man,
with lowered eyes but lifting hearts, we're grains of sand
and though, in time, the sea may claim us for its own
we are the rocks which root the future - on us it grows!
We might not be there to share it
if eternity's a jest but I think that I can bear it
if the next life is the best.
Even if there is a heaven when we die,
endless bliss would be as meaningless as the lie
that always comes as answer to the question
"Why do we see through the eyes of creation?"
Adrift without a course,
it's very lonely here,
our only conjecture
what lies behind the dark.
Still, I find I can cling to a lifeline,
think of a lifetime which means more than my own one,
dreams of a grander thing than we are.
Time and Space hang heavy on my shoulders...
when all life is over who can say
no mutated force shall remain?
Though the towers of the city are denied to we men of clay
still we know we shall scale the heights some day.
Frightened in the silence, frightened, but thinking very hard,
let us make computations of the stars.
Older, wiser, sadder, blinder, watch us run:
faster, longer, harder, stronger, now it comes...
colour blisters, image splinters gravitate
towards the centre, in final splendour disintegrate.
The universe now beckons
and Man, too, must take His place;
just a few last fleeting seconds
to wander in the waste,
and the children who were ourselves move on,
reincarnation stills its now perfected song,
and at last we are free of the bonds of creation.
All the jokers and gaolers, all the junkies and slavers too,
all the throng who have danced a merry tune...
human we can all be, but Humanity we must rise above,
in the name of all faith and hope and love.
There's a time for all pilgrims, and a time for the fakers too,
there's a time when we all will stand alone and nude,
naked to the galaxies...naked, but clothed in the overview:
as we reach Childhood's End we must start anew.
And though dark is the highway,
and the peak's distance breaks my heart,
for I never shall see it, still I play my part,
believing that what waits for us
is the cosmos compared to the dust of the past.
In the death of mere Humans Life shall start!
Where they sit around
And get a round in while the getting's good
They'll make the most until the money's gone
They're coming out to celebrate, to sing and dance and to escape
A crazy world where everything seems wrong
Drinking to forget and to remember allthe glory days
The days we stood apart and we stood strong
Though the beer befuddles sense
It can't provide them recompense
They settle for anotherdrinkingsong.
Where the 'busy man finds recreation'
the 'idle man finds business'
The 'melancholy man finds sanctuary'
The 'stranger may have welcome'
and still within these self-same walls
The 'citizen may find some courtesy'
From 'rose and crown' to 'cock and bull'
all history is written there
To folklore, myth and legend we belong
Come Masons, Plumbers Carpenters,
Come Cricketers and huntsmen
All join in anotherdrinkingsong.
Well you can keep your 'long-hours culture'
your lusting for adventure
There's life aplenty down 'The tap 'n' Spile'
Forget your occupation down 'The Salutation'
This tragi-comedy will make you smile
From quaint barstoll philosophy to subtle innuendo
It's funny how the tribes all get along
Curse abstinence and temperance, come celebrate insouciance
And join us in anotherdrinkingsong!
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If i stepped it off
Walked outside your trance
Crawled inside your mind
And got my hands into your pants
Wouldn't that beat all
Wouldn't that be great
And all the things you do to me
We could exaggerate
Now everybody knows
Or everybody wants to know
The hows, the whens, the whys
Of how i said goodbye
Don't forget the alcohol
Ooh baby ooh baby
Don't forget the alcohol
Ooh baby ooh baby
Don't forget the alcohol