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The Unquiet Grave
Cold blows the wind to my true love,
And gently drops the rain.
I've never had but one true love,
And in green-wood he lies slain.
I'll do as much for my true love,
As any young girl may,
I'll sit and mourn all on his grave,
For twelve months and a day.
And when twelve months and a day was passed,
The ghost did rise and speak,
"why sittest thou all on my grave
And will no let me sleep?"
"Go fetch me water from the desert,
And blood from out the stone,
Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast
That young man never has known."
"My breast is cold as clay,
My breath is earthly strong,
And if you kiss my cold clay lips,
You days they won't be long."
"How oft on yonder grave, sweetheart,
Where we were want to walk,
The fairest flower that e'er I saw
Has withered to a stalk."
"when will we meet again, sweetheart,
When will we meet again?"
"when the autumn leaves that fall from the trees
Are green and spring up again."
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This is the room, the start of it all,
No portrait so fine, only sheets on the wall,
I've seen the nights, filled with bloodsport and pain,
And the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained.
Where will it end? Where will it end?
Where will it end? Where will it end?
These are your friends from childhood, through youth,
Who goaded you on, demanded more proof,
Withdrawal pain is hard, it can do you right in,
So distorted and thin, distorted and thin.
Where will it end? Where will it end?
Where will it end? Where will it end?
This is the car at the edge of the road,
There's nothing disturbed, all the windows are closed,
I guess you were right, when we talked in the heat,
There's no room for the weak, no room for the weak,
Where will it end? Where will it end?
Where will it end? Where will it end?
This is the room, the start of it all,
Through childhood, thorugh youth, I remember it all,
Oh, I've seen the nights filled with bloodsport and pain.
And the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained.
Where will it end? Where will it end?
Where will it end? Where will it end?
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Εσύ καριόλη μη με πεις ότι είχες εισιτήριο για το Κοντρολ που αν δεν απατώμαι παιζόταν χθες
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Hey Jim, Jim, just a minute y'all, I want to
ask you something, I want you to spell
something for me Jim, Can you do that?
Sure John. But I want you to spell for me
New York. John, why do you ask me to do
that? I just want you to spell New York Jim.
Well alright I'm gonna go ahead man.
New York, that's N-E-W Y-O-R-K man,
No Jim, you've made a mistake Jim I'm
gonna teach you the right way And the
proper way to spell New York. Well go
ahead John. A knife, a fork, a bottle and a
cork That's the way we spell New York,
Jim. You see I'm a dynamite.
So all you got to do is hold me tight,
Because I'm out a sight you know.
Because I'm dynamite.
But everytime I walk in the rain. Man, o
man, I feel a pain I feel a burning pain,
keep on burning In my bloody brain.
I've got cokane running around my brain, I've got
cokane running around my brain. I want to dig me
soul brothers and sisters I want you to hold me
tight cause I'm a dynamite I got cokane running
around my brain.
No matter where I treat my guests You see,
they always like my kitchen best 'Cause I've
cokane running around my brain Cokane
running around my brain yea. Hey Jim, Jim,
where is Jim man? I want to tell you somethin' I
want you to spell for me New York Come an
Jim, how you spell New York?
A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork, That's
the way we spell New York right on Out of
sight man right on O right on. Yeah right on.
Man oh man I run around I've got to read the setting
sun 'Cause I've got cokane A whole lot, a whole lot of
cokane man. Running around my brain, running
around my brain Cokane, cokane, running around my
brain yeah
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Ν' ακούσεις και διασκευή από Die Toten Hosen
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I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
Oh, god it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home sitting all alone inside your head
How do you feel? That is the question
But I forget.. you don't expect an easy answer
When something like a soul becomes
Initialized and folded up like paper dolls and little notes
You can't expect a bit of hope
So while you're outside looking in
Describing what you see
Remember what you're staring at is me
Cause I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
When no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head
How much is real? So much to question
An epidemic of the mannequins
Contaminating everything
When thought came from the heart
It never did right from the start
Just listen to the noises
(No more sad voices)
Before you tell yourself
It's just a different scene
Remember it's just different from what you've seen
I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
And all I know is that it feels like forever
When no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head
And it's the starrrssss
The sttarrrsss
That shine for you
And it's the starrrssss
The sttarrrsss
That lie to you.. yeah-ah
I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
Oh, god it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head
'Cause I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your heaaaaddd
And it's the starrrssss
The sttarrrsss
That shine for you.. yeah-ah
And it's the starrrssss
The sttarrrsss
That lie to you.. yeah-ah
And it's the starrrssss
The sttarrrsss
That shine for you.. yeah-ah
And it's the starrrssss
The sttarrrsss
That lie to you.. yeah-ah yeah
Ohhhoh when the starrs
Ohhh oh when the starrrrs that liieee
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κριμα που δε τους ειδαμε πριν τους metallica
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Ήταν ένας βαρύμαγκας,
ρεμπέτης και αλάνι
πού 'χε μαχαίρι δίκοπο
και σκούφια από τη Μάνη.
Χόρευε ζεϊμπέκικο
κι η γη θαρρείς βογκούσε
κι έφτυνε τον ταμπάκο του
σ' όποιον περιφρονούσε.
Είχε τριάντα γκόμενες
για κάθε μέρα μία,
καθόταν μόνο αν έπιανε
ο μήνας τριάντα μία.
Έξω απ' το σπίτι έκαναν
ουρά οι χωροφυλάκοι,
να πουν την καλημέρα τους,
να ψάξουν για μαυράκι.
Μα ένα πρωί αλλιώτικο,
μιαν αποφράδα μέρα
εκεί που αυτοκρατόρευε
και του 'καναν αέρα,
ένας φαφούτης γέροντας,
ένας παραλυμένος
να σέρνει το κουφάρι του
που ήταν αναγκασμένος.
Ένας φαφούτης γέροντας,
ένας παραλυμένος
να σέρνει το κουφάρι του
που ήταν αναγκασμένος,
τον πλησιάζει και στ' αυτί
σκύβει, του ψιθυρίζει:
«Για μάντεψε σκατόμαγκα
ο κώλος μου τι μυρίζει;»
Βαριά που 'ναι τα βήματα
όταν το καταλάβεις
πως ό,τι κι αν κάνεις, μάταιο,
τη μοίρα δεν αλλάζεις.
Ο μάγκας 'ξαφανίστηκε
κι όπως φημολογείται
καντηλανάφτη σ' εκκλησιά
μπορεί και να τον δείτε.
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No more shining star prayed God for it's last wish
PLease let work one... Please let work one wonder
Two stars were born then it started from there, Aeon
When I look up the moon feeling dear feeling sadness
Feel one great force... Feel one great force of old times
Two stars were born then it started from there, Aeon
The duration of the time until now it's only the beginning that what you say
Everything is Aeon and it is just one of the stones
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Το κομμάτι που ποσταρε ο Deniz πάνω πάνω, μαζί με ένα τραγικό των Νικελμπακ (κατι για Rock Star), παίζει να είναι τα 2 χειρότερα κομμάτια που παίζονται αυτή τη στιγμή παγκοσμίως στα ερτζιανά. Γαμημένε ροκ φμ.
Διάβασα τυχαία τους στίχους, το θυμήθηκα κι ήθελα να το πω :?
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Ελα, μην ακουω μαλακιες, μια χαρα ειναι οι Stone Sour, αν βεβαια ο rock fm σου τριβει κατι στη μαπα καθε ωρα και στιγμη λογικο ειναι να το σιχαθεις.
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Boom, αυτες τις παιδικες ασθενειες οπου η υπερπροβολη καποιου κοματιου μας κανει να το σιχαινομαστε, τις εχουμε περασει προ πολλου. Το συγκεκριμενο πιστεψε με, το μισησα απο την 1η φορα που το ακουσα, επειδη ειναι ενα κλαψομουνικο, κακο, wannabe μπαλαντο-pop, απο αυτα που συνηθως μπαντες του nu (υπαρχει ακομα?) γραφουν. Τετοιοι ειναι και δαυτοι?
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αυτοί είναι σάηντ πρότζεκτ του τραγουδιάρη των σλιπνοτ αν δεν απατώμαι.-
