α, οκ, οπότε κατεβαίνω απο απογευματάκι. (θα παίξεις στους Μοντς σα να λέμε;)
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α, οκ, οπότε κατεβαίνω απο απογευματάκι. (θα παίξεις στους Μοντς σα να λέμε;)
πάγαινε στο ανάλογο θρεντ να συνεχίσουμε :)
Ain't found a way to kill me yet
Eyes burn with stinging sweat
Seems every path leads me to nowhere
Wife and kids household pet
Army green was no safe bet
The bullets scream to me from somewhere
Here they come to snuff the rooster
Yeah here come the rooster, yeah
You know he ain't gonna die
No, no, no, ya know he ain't gonna die
Walkin' tall machine gun man
They spit on me in my home land
Gloria sent me pictures of my boy
Got my pills 'gainst mosquito death
My buddy's breathin' his dyin' breath
Oh god please won't you help me make it through
Here they come to snuff the rooster
Yeah here come the rooster, yeah
You know he ain't gonna die
No, no, no ya know he ain't gonna die
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WIdlgqdFJJc
πωπω ναι σου λεω
milton το'χεις το cars & telephones να μου το στείλεις/ανεβάσεις κάπου παρακαλώ πολύ πολύ πολύ?
ντεν εκω ιντερνετς στο σπιτι ακομα. και μεχρι να μου ρθει το μοντεμ εχω σοβαρες υποψιες οτι θα το βρεις απο καποιον αλλο καλοθελητη. μακια!
υγ: το Cars and telephones σου ρθε με εμπνευση απο το Rooster?
όχι απλά χάζεψα και νόμιζα ότι το είχες ποστάρει εσύ και όχι η hunted!!!
Σπασμένο καράβι, να 'μαι πέρα βαθιά
έτσι να 'μαι
με δίχως κατάρτια, με δίχως πανιά
να κοιμάμαι
Να 'ναι αφράτος ο τόπος κι η ακτή νεκρική
γύρω γύρω
με κουφάρι γυρτό και με πλώρη εκεί
που θα γείρω
Σπασμένο καράβι, να 'μαι πέρα βαθιά
έτσι να 'μαι
με δίχως κατάρτια, με δίχως πανιά
να κοιμάμαι
Να 'ναι η θάλασσα άψυχη και τα ψάρια νεκρά
έτσι να 'ναι
και τα βράχια κατάπληκτα και τ' αστέρια μακριά
να κοιτάνε
Δίχως χτύπο οι ώρες, και οι μέρες θλιβές
δίχως χάρη
κι έτσι κούφιο κι ακίνητο μες σε νύχτες βουβές
το φεγγάρι
Έτσι να 'μαι καράβι γκρεμισμένο, νεκρό
έτσι να 'μαι
σ' αμμουδιά πεθαμένη και σε κούφιο νερό
να κοιμάμαι,
να κοιμάμαι
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In the sky and in the eye and
In the sky and in the eye and..
If you want to touch the sky
Just put a window in your eye
See the sun and
See the rain
See the window
See the pain
See the sun and
See the rain
See the birds eye
See the brain
Ancient cities
Rise again
See microscopic
See world view
See the future
Leaking through
See the person
Who once was you
See the seashore and
See the sand
See the windows
In your hand
See the Lie.
Gold is the sky
In concentrate
Power in its purest state
Power surge
Power will rise
Through the windows and
Through the skies
Misrule is kind.
See the sky and
See the eye and
See the sky and
In your hand in the sky
And in your eye
See the sky in your hand
See the sky and understand
Gold is the sky
In concentrate
Power in its purest state
Power will rise
Power will fly
Through the window
Through your eye
Gold is the sky
Riches, treasures, riches
Richard's treasures
Riches, treasures, riches
Gold is the sky
In concentrate
Power in its purest state
Power will rise
Power will fly
Through the window and
Through your eye
Gold is the sky.
Quote:
Originally Posted by LokiTricksterGod
Από τους πιο ωραίους στίχους που χουν γράψει οι Coil. Μεγαλο κομμάτι, τεράστιος δίσκος (και πολύ ωραιο ep!).
there you go http://www.sendspace.com/file/8gw6i7Quote:
Originally Posted by Weiss
οντοπικ
North was somewhere years ago and cold:
Ice locked the people's hearts and made them old.
South was birth to pleasant lands, but dry...
I walked the waters' depths and played my mind.
East was dawn, coming alive in the golden sun:
the winds came gently, several heads became one
in the summertime, though august people sneered;
we were at peace, and we cheered.
We walked along, sometimes hand in hand,
between the thin lines marking sea and sand;
smiling very peacefully,
we began to notice that we could be free,
and we moved together to the West.
West is where all days will someday end,
where the colours turn from grey to gold,
and you can be with the friends.
And light flakes the golden clouds above;
West is Mike and Susie,
West is where I love.
There we shall spend our final days of our lives,
tell the same old stories... yeah well, at least we tried.
So into the West, smiles on our faces, we'll go;
oh, yes, and our apologies to those
who'll never really know the way.
We're refugees, walking away from the life
that we've known and loved;
nothing to do nor say, nowhere to stay;
now we are alone.
We're refugees, carrying all we own
in brown bags, tied up with string;
nothing to think, it doesn't mean a thing,
but we can be happy on our own.
West is Mike and Susie,
West is Mike and Susie.
West is where I love,
West is refugees' home.
van der graaf generator - refugees
δεν ειναι τοσο γαματη εκτελεση αλλα να
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3xoEGHBoQHc
ακόμα μία
Everyone seems to be singing for Satan
Guess I will too
What a joke, you make me laugh
Till I turn blue
Everyone’s hair is out to there
What a manly lookin crew
I don’t think I’ll tease my hair
I’d rather sit here teasin you.
Cause you writhe like snakes down on the floor
Out you go and here come one hundred more
I seem to lost my cowboy boots
With green fringe running down the sides
My soul machine has made me green
Cause my jeans didn’t turn out tight
Cause you writhe like snakes down on the floor
Out you go and here come one hundred more.
When all these ruins are turned for you
You keep my livin a life
Your smile rolls away their mouths
And your kiss makes it worth the ride
Cause you writhe like snakes down on the floor
Out you go and here come one hundred more
kyuss - writhe
My friends, I never really thought you'd go,Quote:
Originally Posted by hunted by a Freak
but, then, we know that's the way it happens here.
Now time is like cat's cradle in my hands:
I gather up the strands much too slowly.
The refugees are gone...they take their separate paths,
obliterate the past, figures in an ash shroud.
Susie, I guess you're on your way to be a star,
but I don't know where you are;
the only time I seem to see you is on the TV
It's so easy just to slip away....
Mike!
It's a year or two since I've seen you....
I might have dropped you a line
if I'd had time
or the will.
It's my fault too: I play a hermit's role
of cars and stages, wages, supersoul,
hardly ever seem to get outside these days.
So, dear friends, as we grow on we feel to grow away,
can only live in the hope that some day
it will all return.
It's so easy to slip away....
.-
Quote:
Originally Posted by hunted by a Freak
thank you :pink:
