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Chris Rea - The road to hellQuote:
Originally Posted by sabbattack
Artist: Tanita Tikaram Lyrics
Song: Twist in My Sobriety Lyrics
All God's children need travelling shoes
Drive your problems from here
All good people read good books
Now your conscience is clear [x2]
In the morning when I wipe my brow
Wipe the miles away
I like to think I can be so willed
And never do what you say [x2]
[CHORUS:]
Look my eyes are just holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you'll never be
More than twist in my sobriety [x3]
We just poked a little pie
For the fun that people have at night
Late at night don't need hostility
The timid smile and pause to free
I don't care about their different thoughts
Different thoughts are good for me
Up in arms and chaste and whole
All God's children took their toll
[CHORUS]
Cup of tea take time to think yeah
Time to risk a life a life a life
Sweet and handsome soft and porky
You pig out 'til you've seen the light
Pig out 'til you've seen the light
Half the people read the papers
Read them good and well
Pretty people nervous people
People have got to sell
News you have to sell
[CHORUS]
Η φάμπρικα δε σταματά, δουλεύει νύχτα μέρα
Και πώς τον λεν τον διπλανό και τον τρελό τον Ιταλό
Να τους ρωτήσω δεν μπορώ, ούτε να πάρω αέρα
Δουλεύω μπρος στη μηχανή, στη βάρδια δύο δέκα
Κι από την πρώτη τη στιγμή, μου στείλανε τον ελεγκτή
Να μου πετάξει στο αυτί δυο λόγια νέτα σκέτα
Άκουσε φίλε εμιγκρέ, ο χρόνος είναι χρήμα
Με τους εργάτες μη μιλάς, την ώρα σου να την κρατάς
Το γιο σου μη τον λησμονάς, πεινάει κι είναι κρίμα
Κι έτσι στο πόστο μου σκυφτός, ξεχνάω τη μιλιά μου
Είμαι το νούμερο οκτώ, με ξέρουν όλοι με αυτό
Κι εγώ κρατάω μυστικό ποιο είναι τ’ όνομά μου
(Γιώργος Σκούρτης)
:pink: :pink: :pink:Quote:
Originally Posted by Solo Carriera
Μ'αρέσει κι η διασκεύη απο Dreadful Shadows. :oops:
Johnny Cash: When the man comes around
And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder: One of the four beasts saying: "Come and see." And I saw. And behold, a white horse.
There's a man goin' 'round takin' names. An' he decides who to free and who to blame. Everybody won't be treated all the same. There'll be a golden ladder reaching down. When the man comes around.
The hairs on your arm will stand up. At the terror in each sip and in each sup. For you partake of that last offered cup, Or disappear into the potter's ground. When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers. One hundred million angels singin'. Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum. Voices callin', voices cryin'. Some are born an' some are dyin'. It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree. The virgins are all trimming their wicks. The whirlwind is in the thorn tree. It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
Till Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom. Then the father hen will call his chickens home. The wise men will bow down before the throne. And at his feet they'll cast their golden crown. When the man comes around.
Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still. Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still. Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still. Listen to the words long written down, When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers. One hundred million angels singin'. Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettle drum. Voices callin', voices cryin'. Some are born an' some are dyin'. It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree. The virgins are all trimming their wicks. The whirlwind is in the thorn tree. It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
In measured hundredweight and penny pound. When the man comes around.
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts, And I looked and behold: a pale horse. And his name, that sat on him, was Death. And Hell followed with him.
Dirty old river, must you keep rolling, rolling into the night
People so busy make me feel dizzy, taxi lights shine so bright
But i don't need no friends
As long as i gaze on Waterloo Sunset, i am in paradise
Every day i look at the world from my window
The chilly-chilliest evening time, Waterloo sunset's fine.
Terry meets Julie, Waterloo Station, every Friday night
But i am so lazy, don't want to wander, i stay at home at night
But i don't feel afraid
As long as i gaze on Waterloo Sunset, i am in paradise
Every day i look at the world from my window
The chilly chilliest evening time, Waterloo sunset's fine.
Millions of people swarming like flies round Waterloo underground
Terry and Julie cross over the river where they feel safe and sound
And they don't need no friends
As long as they gaze on Waterloo Sunset, they are in paradise
Every day i look at the world from my window
The chilly chilliest evening time, Waterloo sunset's fine.
Antony and the Johnsons - Cripple and the Starfish
Mr. Muscle forcing bursting
Stingy thingy into little me, me, me
But just ripple said the cripple
As my jaw dropped to the ground
Smile smile
It's true I always wanted love to be
Hurtful
And it's true I always wanted love to be
Filled with pain
And bruises
Yes, so Cripple-Pig was happy
Screamed I just completely love you!
And there's no rhyme or reason
I'm changing like the seasons
Watch! I'll even cut off my finger
It will grow back like a Starfish!
It will grow back like a Starfish!
It will grow back like a Starfish!
Mr. Muscle, gazing boredly
And he checking time did punch me
And I sighed and bleeded like a windfall
Happy bleedy, happy bruisy
I am very happy
So please hit me
I am very happy
So please hurt me
I am very happy
So please hit me
I am very very happy
So come on hurt me
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
Like a Starfish...
The white man came to Africa with rifles and Bibles
Heard the name, started changin the titles
Now instead of Chaka call me Nat Turner with the burner
Freedom fighter for this revolution, fuck a wave journer
See I be what John Wilkes Booth was to Lincoln, blam!
Sirhan Sirhan, peepin through the curtains with my eyes on a Kennedy
Dead prez, politic, know your enemy, keep your toast close
Because political power come from the barrel of it
We in a war, nigga leave it or love it
Since they got us in a scope like a P.E. logo
I watch for the po-po and train at the dojo
Not a gun Deniro but a working class hero
Takin a stand, like a panther with an M-1 Guran
Screamin know your gun laws, self defense is a must
When we set it off I'm a be the first to bust
Yo, I'm one with my gun, I love it like my first son
It protects me and makes sure the jakes respect me
Yo, I'm one with my gun, I love it like my first son
It protects me and makes sure the dicks respect me
What do you do
when the police kick in your door like 'get on the floor'
Shoot you in the back
cause who you are and where you at's against the law
You try to protect your home with the illest arsenal possible
Learn how to heal yourself and stop fuckin with them hospitals
Get with brothas down for the cause givin it all they got
But every brother ain't a brother, fuck around and get shot
By these black kings that pack gatlings
to make a rat sing like Nat King
Before they start blasting
With no accuracy, handling they beef in the public
Now an innocent child got a bag for a stomach
Property value plumit every time a shot is fired
People feelin betrayed so they take the street to riot
Cops fire shots and try to stop the spirit takin over the entire block
Politicians say it's time to march
But people is past that, ready to blast at whatever comin
From the master or from the office, niggas is sick of runnin
Yeah, all my soldier, raise it up, c'mon, now
I'm deep in the runs
where all that niggas give a fuck about is stackin funds
The black and young type that's packin automatic guns
If any static comes sparatic shots'll ring out
You get caught up, you get your fuckin brains blown clean out
The killers reign supreme, survival of the illest brain and scheme
For cream you know the game in my vein
I feel the pain for all the niggas that passed away
Tryin to get cash the fastest way we know how, the old fashion way
Blastin, we actin like cock tecs and tenniments
My squad flex if any shit pop, and put an end to it
It's like hell, this planet I'm from consist of dilligent crack sale
Assisting off the backs of young black males
It's innocent, suspending in packed jails that benefit
White well being, while niggas catch hell just for being
You might as well have a life of crime, ain't nothin free in this life
I stick a nine in ya spine for mine
No time for talk, 'cause I walk when I talk
Stalkin sidewalks of course with the eyes of a hawk
Crack a quart to get away from this trife world and thought
Puffin Newports 'cause life's a bitch, and it's too short
My crew sport leather, gold, camoflauge, rugged denim
Deadly in venom, totin buckets with nothin in 'em
But Rawkus, some ill mothafuckas for real
Straight hustlas with nothin but a taste for kill.
Dead Prez, Talib Kweli - Sharp Shooters.
Once I had my heroes
Once I had my dreams
But all of that is changed now
They've turned things inside out
The truth is not so comfortable, no
And mother taught us patience
The virtues of restraint
And father taught us boundaries
Beyond which we must go
To find the secrets promised us, yeah
That's when I reach for my revolver
That's when it all gets blown away
That's when I reach for my revolver
The spirit fights to find its way
A friend of mine once told me
His one and only aim
To build a giant castle
And live inside his name
Cry and whispers sing in muted pain
That's when I reach for my revolver
That's when it all gets blown away
That's when I reach for my revolver
The spirit fights to find its way
Tonight the sky is empty
But that is nothing new
Its dead eyes look upon us
And they tell us we're nothing but slaves
That's when I reach for my revolver
(...but slaves)
That's when I reach for my revolver
That's when I reach for my revolver
That's when I reach for my revolver
That's when I reach for my revolver
That's when I reach for my revolver
Ντρέπομαι που λέω ότι κοπανάει.
Παρ'όλα αυτά κοπανάει:
Jumpdafuckup!
Muthafucka u don't understand all my hate!
Muthafucka u don't understand all my rage!
Muthafucka u don't understand all my pain!
Muthafucka u don't understand...
You seem to sever all my frequencies
I'm tethered to your energies
And everything turns inside out
I can't be killed but I'm not too proud
Maybe you would like to peek through the curtain
At the same mistake you know you always make
But...all I really want to know is
Are you gonna lay the fuck back down
Or jump da fuck up?
Walking in da streets and looking at all this shit
I'm full of hate, don't fuck with me
Walking in da streets and looking at all this shit
Open up your eyes and fucking see
We got the tribe against society
We got to fight the real enemy
Get da fuck up, stand da fuck up
Back da fuck up
All this is making things a bit insane
And I don't care who stares or stays
The only thing that matters is
Will you reach out if you can't resist?
Maybe you don't give a shit for the rest of us
But if you do, the time is now, if it ever was
If you're gonna fight, whatcha gonna do?
Jump da fuck up!
How dare you single out my honesty
Compare me to your travesties
I only want to see you fight
The darkness you wanna live your life by
And if you're gonna quit
I don't give a shit
What the fuck, I'm a Mack truck
Are you gonna give up like a bitch
Or jump da fuck up?
Walking in da streets and looking at all this shit
I'm full of hate, don't fuck with me
Walking in da streets and looking at all this shit
Open up your eyes and fucking see
We got the tribe against society
We got to fight the real enemy
Get da fuck up, stand da fuck up
Back da fuck up
Και ο άνθρωπος κατάγεται απ'τον πίθηκο.
Bob Marley - Burnin' n Lootin'
This morning I woke up in a curfew
Oh God, I was a prisoner too - yeah
Could not recognise the faces standing over me
They were all dressed in uniforms of brutality
How many rivers do we have to cross
Before we can talk to the boss
All that we got seems lost
We must have really paid the cost
(That's why we gonna be)
Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight
(Say we gonna burn and loot)
Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight
(One more thing)
Burning all pollution tonight (Oh yeah, yeah)
Burning all illusion tonight
Oh stop them
Give me the food and let me grow
Let the roots man take a blow
All them drugs gonna make you slow, now
It's not the music of the ghetto
Weeping and a-wailing tonight
(Ooh can't stop the tears)
Weepin' and a-wailin' tonight
(We ve been suffering all these long, long years)
Weeping and a-wailing tonight
(That's why we gonna)
Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight
(Say we gonna burn and loot)
Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight
(One more thing)
Burning all pollution tonight (Oh yeah, yeah)
Burning all illusions tonight
We gonna be burnin' and a-lootin' tonight
(To survive, yeah)
Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight
(Save your babies lives)
Burning all pollution tonight
Burning all illusions tonight
Burnin' and lootin'
Kαιρό έχουν να το παίξουν αυτό οι Earthbound. Εδώ που τα λέμε καιρό έχουν να παίξουν οι Earthbound.
Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from my window watching
And where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless
Because the things you say and the things you do surround me
While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words
Dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun
Lost in thought and lost in time
While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted
Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime
I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life
I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the waiting had begun
And headed straight into the shining sun
Quote:
Originally Posted by Kalki
Ευγε! Σιγα σιγα μπαινεις στο σωστο δρομο.
