Και τι ήθελες; Να γράψει και "the next song is called Whorehouse Blues";
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Και τι ήθελες; Να γράψει και "the next song is called Whorehouse Blues";
Basika na kameis ena break 4-5 xronakia prin ksanapostareis h8ela. An einai eukolo. Euxaristw.
πρρρρρτ!
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Originally Posted by lab
Ανήκω κι εγώ στη σωρεία των ανθρώπων
Που βλέπουν το στρατό σαν κάτι άχρηστο εντελώς
Μα ωστόσο διδάχτηκα και επηρεάστηκα
Απ΄ το τάγμα το ανέστιο των υβριστών. Λέω
Υπάρχει μία σκοτεινή κοιτίδα στο Έθνος
Που δύναται λεοντόκαρδα ν΄ αντιπαρατεθεί
Σους έξωθεν κίνδυνους
Σε Φράγκους κι Αγαρηνούς
Και αυτή είναι η Ελληνική υβρεοποιία.
Φαντάσου μια στιγμή μιαν ολονύχτια παρέλαση
Να σχίζει όλη την Εγνατία οδό
Και αντί για ονόματα
Διαιρέσεις σε σώματα
Να ΄ναι συντεταγμένη με αυτό τον τρόπο:
Τα μουνιά καπέλα, οι πάρε τ΄ αρχίδια μου
Οι την Παναχαϊκή μου και τα χεζοβολιά
Να ακολουθούν τα παινεμένα μουνόπανα
Του κώλου τα εννιάμερα κι οι γάμησέ τα
Ακόμα πιο μπροστά να είναι οι μαλακοκάβληδες
Οι φτωχομπινέδες κι οι πουτάνας γιοι
Με τύμπανα πιο κει οι ηρωικοί κλαπαρχίδηδες
Τα μαλακιστήρια κι οι κλασομπανιέρες.
Τα κωλοτρυπίδια να βαράνε τις σάλπιγγες
Και τα μυγοχέσματα να δίνουν εντολές
Να ρυθμίζουν με σφυρίχτρα το εν-δυο οι μικροτσούτσουνοι
Το πόδι να βαράνε οι το στανιό μου μέσα
Να υπάρχει ένα μεσαίο μέρος με ύβρεις κοινότοπες
Οι άντε και γαμήσου οι παλιοπούστη και λοιπά
Και αντί για ιερατείο να προπορεύονται οι βλάσφημοι
Που αυτά που λεν΄ δεν είναι για να τ΄ αναφέρω.
Τέλος μπροστά μπροστά κι εν είδει παραστάτη
Αγκαλιά η πουτάνα και το γαμώ τα παιδιά
Και μελαγχολικός κρατώντας τίμιο λάβαρο
Ν΄ ανοίγει την πομπή ο εθνικός μαλάκας.
Απόψε που σου γράφω μπαίνω στον μήνα τον ένατο
Στο θάλαμο το ημίφως μου σκεπάζει την ψυχή
Σε θέλω, σε σκέφτομαι κι απλώς ονειρεύομαι
Σε σένα να τελειώνει αυτός ο κάτω κόσμος.
Εγώ που δε βρίζω, που αυτοπεριορίζομαι
Που ψάχνω μες τη γλώσσα μιαν αρχαία πηγή
Δυο χρόνια απ' το χρόνο μου αφήνω τον κόσμο μου
Και ζω στο πίσω μέρος της δημιουργίας
Πληγές, βωμολοχίες κι αλλhλοταπεινώσεις
Κάτω απ΄ τη μπότα ενός επινοημένου διοικητή
Κι εγώ ο αόρατος στη βάση του δόρατος
να κλαίω και να γελάω με την πομπή της ύβρης.
Φοιβος Δεληβοριας - Η υβρεοπομπη
Eye on the the TV
'Cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavor it happens to be, like...
"Killed by the husband"
"Drowned by the ocean"
"Shot by his own son"
"She used a poison
in his tea...kissed him goodbye"
That's my kind of story
It's no fun 'til someone dies
Don't look at me like
I am a monster
Frown out your one face
But with the other
Stare like a junkie
Into the TV
Stare like a zombie
While the mother holds her child
Watches them die
Hands to the sky crying,
"Why, oh why?"
Cause I need to watch things die... from a distance
Vicariously I live while the whole world dies
YOU ALL NEED IT TOO, DON'T LIE
Why can't we just admit it?
Why can't we just admit it?
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing
Neither the brave nor bold
Will write as the story's told
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing
I need to watch things die... from a good safe distance
Vicariously I live while the whole world dies
You all feel the same, so...
Why can't we just admit it?
Blood like rain come down
Drown my grave and ground
Part vampire
Part warrior
Carnivore and Voyeur
Stare at the transmittal
Sing to the death rattle
La, la, la, la, la, la-la-lie
Credulous at best
Your desire to believe in
Angels in the hearts of men
Pull your head on out, your head please
, and give a listen
Shouldn't have to say it all again
The universe is hostile, so impersonal
Devour to survive... so it is, so it's always been
We all feed on tragedy
It's like blood to a vampire
Vicariously I live while the whole world dies
Much better you than I
Tool - Vicarious
I'd sell your heart to the junkman baby
For a buck
For a buck
If you're looking for someone
to pull you out of that ditch
You're out of luck
You're out of luck
The shiiip is sin-king
The shiiip is sin-king
The shiiip is sin-king
There's leak, there's a leak,
in the boiler room
The poor, the lame, the blind
Who ore the ones that we kept in charge
Killers, thieves, and lawyers
God's Away, God's away
God's away on Business. Business. God's Away,
God's Away God's Away on Business. Business.
Digging up the dead with
a shovel and a pick
It's a job
It's a job
Bloody moon rising with
a plague and a flood
Join the mob
Join the mob
Iiit's all o-ver.
Iiit's all o-ver
Iiit's all o-ver
There's a leak, there's a leak,
in the boiler room
The poor, the lame, the blind
Who are the ones that we kept in charge?
Killers, thieves, and lawyers
God's away. God's away, God's away
On Business. Business.
God's away, God's away. God's away
On Business.
Goddamn there's always such
a big temptation
To be good
To be good
There's always free cheddar in
a mousetrap, baby
It's a deal
It's a deal
God's away, God's away, God's away
On Business. Business.
I narrow my eyes like a coin slot baby,
Let her ring, let her ring
God's Away, God's Away
God's Away on Business.
Business.
tom waits - god's away on business
η βάρκα μπάζει, μάγκες!
I'm sitting here reflecting on a world that's passed me by
My time is spent, where has it went
If I only had just one more try
I can't help think about the way thing might have been
But there is no turning back now,
We must move on my friend
Not so long ago it seems when I was young
My adolescent dreams of great things to be done
I took for granted pleasures that children only know
Memories like treasures, I lived and let them go
The years have gone to fast,
and I can't change the past
Turn back the pages of time
I cherished not a moment, saw chances pass me by
Regret will be my eulogy, of things I didn't try
I lost my life to triefles and found no meaning there
A hedonist disciple afraid to even care
These years have gone to fast,
and I can't change the past, will this day be my last?
Turn back the pages of time
I locked away my secrets, no relationships begun
The fears I learned in youth, never trusting anyone
Self doubt prayed upon me, forever the willing host
I left no mark behind me as if I were a ghost
These years have gone to fast,
and I can't change the past, will this day be my last?
Turn back the pages of time
Leviathan - Pages Of Time
YEAH BABY!!! :wink:
επίσης
Three weeks ago yesterday, the last time we spoke
Today's distance holds us too far to measure
and tomorrow will never hold us that close
Our hands once stitched together
Weaving bloodstreams into one
Arteries under pressure
Sharing breath in our lungs
Crossing our hearts hoping to die
If fingers untangled attempt to defy
Passion above all else
Giving my heart or nothing else
What's left of myself, isn't myself
When used up and placed on a shelf
Passion above all else
Giving my heart or nothing else
What's left of myself, isn't myself
Passion above all else
I opened up a hole in my chest, so deep
And extracted so much of myself
One can't help but hurt
This time I'm going to feel it in the morning
I dream of love when love can't be seen
I don't forgive you for giving up on me
But I understand wht causes distance
And loss of interest
You said you'd give up the world
I've never meant so much to someone
And been so soon forgotten
Passion pledges never to wander,
Never to wonder
What could be different, what could be undone
Swearing to stay true, undiluted,
Following through
Focused on the sun, the bearer of all purity
Shuttering out discouraging light
Channeling streams of foresight
To warm my face and never replace
Passion as the source of all grace
YEAH BABY!!! :wink:
Helm poioi einai oi ipeuthinoi gia ta lurics p postares??
Parepimptontws spernoun..
Helm poioi einai oi ipeuthinoi gia ta lurics p postares??
Parepimptontws spernoun..
οι καλύτεροι στίχοι του κόσμου όλου:
And when I saw the little children sing
Their mouths were red and sad
Their lipsticksealed smiles
And in their minds they hold and hope some sign
Some hope
The gaudy sequinned dragging banner of the inmost light
Around my eyes the sewers spew and laugh
The fallen flower gazes at me reaped
The crippled cuckoo falls brokenwing
And turns around to me and brokenbeak grins
From its head
Thus so no fear thus so it has arrived
The inmost light
And if I turn my head for shame
And see my lovers' rivers burst and folding there
I'll cross my eyes and close my heart
And whisper to her womb
Greatbloodgreatsilencemymotherthemysteryofall
Nothingmaygrasptheenoonemaygraspthee
Letmeholdtheenowohcomeohcomeatlast
The inmost light
Oh God I trail my hands up to my eyes
Up to my eyes up to my eyes up to my eyes
And say if only then my light and if only if only if
I had not despised
The inmost light
And so I kneel at bluegate blackmouthdeath
And offer as my feeble explanation
I thought so much was left and so much
Time to praise and call the inmost light
And I suppose full half and more of these are dreams
Some broken code of morals rising after i had touched
Her very pith and marrow oh her inmost light
If I could scatter children
If I could scatter children
And while I gaze and count my coins
After your godgoldglow they're dead
The head is dead and lead
I see and feel the hiding glow blaze behind you
The inmost light
And if your lips are taut
Don't move your teeth to speak
The lines will start to fall
And pull the structure of your world
Then all apart
And thus you'll see you'll call the inmost night
It wispered to me and laughed and said you
Lied and shamed the inmost light
And if you recall I bent yewlike and roared
You did not see the cloudburst wind dead towards you
Of the inmost light
Our hands tumble towards the skies
The block visions of the inmost light
And if I pointless arch
And spit white nothings at the sky
Oh bigboys check it out too fucking late
The children move through town
And skip tornskirted and roll the hoop into the arms
Of the inmost light
Sheer char shrift and sharp
Christ is risen you may creep to the cross too late
But it's much too late to welcome the inmost light
Branch sallow willow yew and tree
Not so gay no more
So falling faster and faster we fall
Nearer cataclysm
Or salvation
Or nothing how terrible
I we are snuffed out with just the momentary mark of smoke
To array our passing
So we stand milky in moonlight
Is this all there is?
Is this all there is?
Is this all there is?
Our eyes so fixed
That the darkness surrounds us
Unnoticed
And we are drowned by the loss of light
Unnoticed
Is this all there is my friends?
Is this all there is?
Goodnight goodnight the inmost light
Westron wynde when wyll thow blow?
The smalle rayne downe can rayne can rayne
Cryst yf my love were in my armys
And I yn my bed a gayne
Will you wait for me there by the dead clock?
No more dying
One red bird
Will You meet me there?
Before I sputter out?
Dragonflies and mayflies
Hovering candles
As alabaster guardians for me
If you open that door
All hell floods out
But quietly drably
The colour of
The smell of
The texture of
Dust
[current93-theinmostlightitself]
λαμπρός νέος!!!!
