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Originally Posted by When_Black_Roses_Bloom
poios sou milhse re teleme esena?
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3ylo
Just freedom is only a hallucination
That waits at the edge of the distant horizon
And we are all strangers in global illusion
Wanting and needing impossible heaven
Chasing the dream as they swim out to sea
The mirage ahead says that they can be free
Become lost in delusion drowning their reason
Swept on by the current of selfish ambition
Frightened ashamed and afraid of the blame
The questions are screaming the answers are hiding
The sickness is growing distracted condition
You can feel the disgust and smell the confusion
Lying insane getting soaked in the rain
Draining the sky of the guilt and the shame
The nightmare is coming the clouds are descending
Pulled under two thousand metres a second
Clawing at walls that just slip through my fingers
Darkness consuming collapsing and breaking
Distilled paranoia seeped into the walls
And filled in the cracks with the whispering calls
Shadows are forming take heed of the warnings
Creeping around at four in the morning
Lie to myself start a brand new beginning
But I'm losing myself in this fear of living
Freedom is only a hallucination
That waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream
Deep in the reason betrayal of feeling
The mistakes that I made tore my conscience apart at the seems
Freedom is only a hallucination
That waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream...
Freedom is only a hallucination
That waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream
Deep in the reason betrayal of feeling
The mistakes that I made tore my conscience apart at the seems
Freedom is only a hallucination
That waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream...
αφιερωμένο στον καιρό σήμερα
Oh, we're sinking like stones,
All that we fought for,
All those places we've gone,
All of us are done for.
We live in a beautiful world,
Yeah we do, yeah we do,
We live in a beautiful world,
Oh, we're sinking like stones,
All that we fought for,
All those places we've gone,
All of us are done for.
We live in a beautiful world,
Yeah we do, yeah we do,
We live in a beautiful world.
Oh, all that I know,
There's nothing here to run from,
And there, everybody here's got somebody to lean on.
:)
Dolls of voodoo all stuck with pins
One for each of us and our sins
So you lay us in a line
Push your pins, they make us humble
Only you can tell in time
If we'll fall or merely stumble
But tell me
Can you heal what father's done?
Or fix this hole in a mother's son?
Can you heal the broken worlds within?
Can you strip away so we may start again?
Tell me, can you heal what father's done?
Or cut this rope and let us run?
Just when all seems fine and I'm pain free
You jab another pin
Jab another pin in me
Mirror, mirror upon thy wall
Break the spell or become the doll
See you sharpening the pins
So the holes will remind us
We're just the toys in the hands of another
And in time the needles turn from shine to rust
But tell me
Can you heal what father's done?
Or fix this hole in a mother's son?
Can you heal the broken worlds within?
Can you strip away so we may start again?
Tell me, can you heal what father's done?
Or cut this rope and let us run?
Just when all seems fine and I'm pain free
You jab another pin
Jab another pin in me
Jab it
Blood for face
Sweat for dirt
Three x's for the stone
To break this curse
A ritual due
I believe I'm not alone
Shell of shotgun
Pint of gin
Numb us up to shield the pins
Renew our faith which way we can
To fall in love with life again
To fall in love with life again
To fall in love with life again
To fall in love
To fall in love
To fall in love with life again
So tell me
Can you heal what father's done?
Or fix this hole in mother's son?
Can you heal the broken worlds within?
Can you strip away so we may start again?
Yeah, tell me, can you heal what father's done?
Or cut this rope and let us run?
Just when all seems fine and I'm pain free
Jab another pin
Jab another pin in me
Oh yeah
No more pins in me, yeah
No more, no more pins in me
No more, no more pins in me
No more, no more, no more
No, no, no
Halls of justice painted green
Money talking
Power wolves beset your door
Hear them stalking
Soon you'll please their appetite
They devour
Hammer of justice crushes you
Overpower
The ultimate in vanity
Exploiting their supremacy
I can't believe the things you say
I can't believe, I can't believe the price you pay
Nothing can save you
Justice is lost
Justice is raped
Justice is gone
Pulling your strings
Justice is done
Seeking no truth
Winning is all
Find it so grim, so true, so real
Apathy their stepping stone
So unfeeling
Hidden deep animosity
So deceiving
Through your eyes their light burns
Hoping to find
Inquisition sinking you
With prying minds
The ultimate in vanity
Exploiting their supremacy
I can't believe the things you say
I can't believe, I can't believe the price you pay
Nothing can save you
Justice is lost
Justice is raped
Justice is gone
Pulling your strings
Justice is done
Seeking no truth
Winning is all
Find it so grim, so true, so real
Lady Justice has been raped
Truth assassin
Rolls of red tape seal your lips
Now you're done in
Their money tips her scales again
Make your deal
Just what is truth, I cannot tell
Cannot feel
The ultimate in vanity
Exploiting their supremacy
I can't believe the things you say
I can't believe, I can't believe the price we pay
Nothing can save us
Justice is lost
Justice is raped
Justice is gone
Pulling your strings
Justice is done
Seeking no truth
Winning is all
Find it so grim, so true, so real
Seeking no truth
Winning is all
Find it so grim, so true, so real
Forgive me father
For I have sinned
Find me guilty of the life I feel within
And when I'm branded
This mark of shame
Should I look down disgraced
Or straight ahead
And know that you must blame
I am the secret
I am the sin
I am the guilty
And I, I am the thorn within
Forgive me father
For I have sinned
Find me guilty when true guilt is from within
So point your fingers
Point right at me
For I am shadows and will follow me
One and the same are we
I do your time
I take your fall
I'm branded guilty
For us all
So point your fingers
Point right at me
For I am shadows and will follow you
One and the same are we
Sacramental ceremony
People's temple of the holy
Sepulcher for salvation
Suicidal confirmation
Forgive me father for i have sinned
You will never sin again!
When we meet again it will be the promised land
Death is in command to the victims of the plan
In the temple of the dammed
Drink the blood, concentrate of death
Congregation is dead
Carnage of the dead
Mass cremations of the blessed
Sermonizing fatal end
In the temple of the dammed
Homage of unknown, origin of Mr. Jones
Of the final praise to the populated grave
In the temple of the saved
Death awaits you, to escape is to die
Carnage, blessed be the non-divine
Papste ligo omws twra:
Αγάπη μου σε γύρευα σε γη και σε Φεγγάρι
Και σα μουλάρι σήκωνα του έρωτα τα βάρη
Μα εσύ με εγκατέλειψες και πήγες μ' έναν άλλο
Γιατί κοιτούσες τα μικρά κι εγώ... είχα μεγάλο
Μεγάλο ντέρτι στην καρδιά και πήγα να στο δείξω
Τη φλόγα που 'χω μέσα μου για πες μου πώς να σβήσω
Εγώ, τρελή, σ' αγάπησα και συ με απαρνιέσαι
Και στο Καβούρι μια βραδιά σε βρήκα... να φιλιέσαι
Ε όχι ρε παιδιά, αν είναι δυνατόν
Αυτή πέρασε τ' όργανο για φέτα του ζαμπόν
Αφήστε τα αλλαντικά και πιάστε το κασέρι
Αυτή κατέχει τ' όργανο σα να 'τανε μπεγλέρι (σα να 'τανε μπεγλέρι)
Τι μαλάκας ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν
ναι αλλά ήσουνα κι εσύ ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν
Δεν ήξερα ότι ήσουνα η κόρη του Απιστία
Μου το 'χες πει μία φορά μα το πήρα στ' αστεία
Για αγάπη όταν σου μίλησα για γάμο όταν είπα
Με ρώτησες αν θέλω να μου κάνεις... μια πίτα
Τάρανδο με έκανες με κοροϊδεύουν όλοι
Απ' το μονό κρεβάτι σου έχουν περάσει όλοι
Ο Μπάμπης, ο Αλέξανδρος, η Ντόρυ και η Άννα
Τώρα κατάλαβα πως είσαι... ακατάλληλη για μάνα
Τι μαλάκας ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν
ναι αλλά ήσουνα κι εσύ ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν
Δε κλαίω που δε μ' αγαπάς δε κλαίω που δε θυμάσαι
Από τις τύψεις κάποτε εσύ δε θα κοιμάσαι
Δε κλαίω που παντρεύτηκες και τώρα ζεις στο Βόλο
Κλαίω μόνο γιατί έχασα την ευαίσθητη καρδιά σου
τα ναζάκια τα τρελά σου, το παστίτσιο της μαμάς σου
Και το θεσπέσιο σου κώλο
Το θεσπέσιο σου κώλο
Τι μαλάκας ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν
ναι αλλά ήσουνα κι εσύ ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν
Μωρ'τι μαλάκας ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν
ναι αλλά ήσουνα κι εσύ ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν ήμουν....
Λοιπόν, οι προπαγκηάντι τα είπαν καλύτερα από οποιονδήποτε στο εξής κομμάτι:
A friend of mine dropped me a line, it said, "man, I gotta run to the USA. I got no money, got no job." She skipped out of Mexico to stay alive. You've got a problem with her living here, but what did you do to help her before she fucking came? What did the country do? What did the people do? I stand not by my country, but by people of the whole fucking world. No fences, no borders. Free movement for all. Fuck the border. It's about fucking time to treat people with respect. It's our culture and consumption that makes her life unbearable. Fuck this country; its angry eyes, its knee-jerk hordes. Legal or illegal, watch her fucking go. She'll take what's hers. Watch her fucking go. Fuck the border.
Before the accident you were just a square
And I was a Hell's Angel in leathers and long hair
Before the accident you were a fanatic
And I was a motorbike mechanic
And which of us was stronger then
And which of us was stranger
A woman pumping iron or a liberal Hell's Angel?
Before the accident when my somersaulting Triumph
Entered the gymnasium of the female Goliath
And I don't know if you felt for me
Or if you shared my dreams
But when my speed machine hit your weight machine
I know you heard my screams
And across my leather jacket it says 'Sex for the disabled'
And across your macho breasts 'Get fit for life'
Before the accident you kept out of sight
Working behind curtains till your body shape was right
The only man you touched was your tutor in karate
I fucked every eligible party
And which of us was crippled then
And which of us more painful?
A woman pumping iron or a liberal Hell's Angel?
Before the accident when I careered akimbo
Through your plate glass window
And as I lay in agony from a thousand savage cuts
You privatised the hospital and you wished me luck
And across my leather jacket it says 'Sex for the disabled'
And across your macho breasts 'Get fit for life'
Before the accident, before '79
Before the wheelchair that was such a different time
Every man an anarchist, we were all into 'Zen
And the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance' then
And which of us were hawks and which of us were doves?
When you broke off peace talks and we broke off free love
Before the accident when you came to power
And the poor got on their bikes and we got off ours
And the Age of Aquarius changed overnight
To an Age of Economists serving the right
Yeah, our Triumphs turned to wheelchairs, oh don't times change?
And maybe we had nothing to lose but our chains
So now you're the angels, the thugs in authority
And we're just another castrated minority
And across our leather jackets it says 'No sex for the disabled'
And across your macho breasts 'Unfit for life'
ΜΗ ΜΕ ΡΩΤΑΣ
Μη με ρωτάς αν φταις εσύ
που η ζωή μου καταστράφηκε
και αν εσύ είσαι η αιτία
που πια δε ζω σαν άνθρωπος
Μη με ρωτάς γιατί τα μάτια μου
πονάνε και είναι κόκκινα,
γιατί όλη νύχτα δεν κοιμήθηκα
κι άργησα πάλι στη δουλειά,
γιατί ξαπλώνω από τις 10
και δεν κοιμάμαι πριν τις 4
Με μείγμα ηρεμιστικών
και Τριανταφυλλόπουλο
κάνω αγώνα για να φέρω
τον ύπνο κάθε βράδυ στο κρεβάτι μου,
μ’ εκατομμύρια εφιάλτες
που μου τρώνε το στομάχι,
μου γαμάνε το κρανίο,
μου σκοτώνουν την ψυχή
Και το πρωί είναι το γάλα μου
σαν θάνατος βαρύ,
το μεσημέρι το φαΐ μου
πικρό σαν δηλητήριο
Θέλω να μπω μες στο πλυντήριο
και με τα ρούχα να γυρίσω,
να γυρίσω, να γυρίσω,
να χαθώ εκεί, να σβήσω,
να γυρίσω, να γυρίσω,
να γυρίσω ώσπου να σβήσω,
να γυρίσω, να γυρίσω,
να γίνω κομμάτια, ν’ αυτοκτονήσω...
Κορε ύδρο κυρίες και κύριοι.
Ο μοναχός ο άνθρωπος
όταν γλεντούν οι άλλοι
ντρέπεται που 'ναι μοναχός
και στη χαρά φαλτσάρει
Όταν με φτιάξει το κρασί
το κέφι όταν σκορπιέται
ντρέπομαι εγώ να τραγουδώ
κι αυτός να μη μιλιέται
Ο μοναχός ο άνθρωπος
όταν γλεντούν οι άλλοι
γίνεται μόνος δυο φορές
και σκύβει το κεφάλι
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