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όλοι μαζί!
The woman in blue, she's asking for revenge,
Man in white -- that's you -- says he has no friends.
The river is swollen up with rusty cans
And the trees are burning in your promised land.
And there are no letters in the mailbox,
And there are no grapes upon the vine,
And there are no chocolates in the boxes anymore,
And there are no diamonds in the mine.
Well, you tell me that your lover has a broken limb,
You say you're kind of restless now and it's on account of him.
Well, I saw the man in question, it was just the other night,
He was eating up a lady where the lions and Christians fight.
And there are no letters in the mailbox
And there are no grapes upon the vine,
And there are no chocolates in the boxes anymore,
And there are no diamonds in the mine.
(You tell them now)
Ah, there is no comfort in the covens of the witch,
Some very clever doctor went and sterilized the bitch,
And the only man of energy, yes the revolution's pride,
He trained a hundred women just to kill an unborn child.
And there are no letters in the mailbox,
Oh no, there are no, no grapes upon your vine,
And there are, there are no chocolates in your boxes anymore,
And there are no diamonds in your mine,
And there are no letters in the mailbox,
And there are no grapes upon the vine,
And there are no chocolates in your boxes anymore,
And there are no diamonds in your mine.
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“A new born child has no teeth.”—“A goose has no teeth.”—“A rose has no teeth.”—This last at any rate—one would like to say—is obviously true! It is even surer than that a goose has none.—And yet it is none so clear. For where should a rose’s teeth have been? The goose has none in its jaw. And neither, of course, has it any in its wings; but no one means that when he says it has no teeth.—Why, suppose one were to say: the cow chews its food and then dungs the rose with it, so the rose has teeth in the mouth of a beast. This would not be absurd, because one has no notion in advance where to look for teeth in a rose. ((connexion with ‘pain in someone else’s body’.))
Ludwig Wittgenstein - (Philosophical Investigations 188e)
στιχοι του "Rose And Teeth For Ludwig Wittgenstein" των Matmos
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Pote tha mas peis
Ot einai arketa
Ot pires arketa
Ki ot taheis ola
Mono I tsepis metra
Mono I tsepis metra
Kaneis des’leei kouventa
De se ksern kala
Exeis toses akres
pou den se piraz
kanenas
den se piraz kanenas
Pote tha mas peis
Ot einai arketa
Ot pires arketa
Ki ot taheis ola
Mono I tsepis metra
Mono I tsepis metra
Eisai ypouli nifitsa
Ki exeis akres polles
Taxeis ola grammena
Kai kans ypervoles
Ala kats kai tha deis
Pou tha ta kans skata
Ki oloi autoi pou se glifan
Tha se patan!
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ελ εχερθιτο ντελ εμπρο
ρουμπαλα ρουμπαλα ρουμπα λα
ελ εχερθιτο ντελ εμπρο
ρουμπαλα ρουμπαλα ρουμπα λα
ουνα νοτσε ελ ριο πασο
αϋ καρμελα, αϋ καρμελα
ουνα νοτσε ελ ριο πασο
αϋ καρμελα, αϋ καρμελα
περο ναδα πουεδεν μπομπας
ρουμπαλα ρουμπαλα ρουμπα λα
περο ναδα πουεδεν μπομπας
ρουμπαλα ρουμπαλα ρουμπα λα
ντοντε σομπρα κοραθον
αϋ καρμελα, αϋ καρμελα
ντοντε σομπρα κοραθον
αϋ καρμελα, αϋ καρμελα
κοντρατακες μουι ραμπιοσος
ρουμπαλα ρουμπαλα ρουμπα λα
κοντρατακες μουι ραμπιοσος
ρουμπαλα ρουμπαλα ρουμπα λα
ντεμπερεμος ρεζιστιρ
αϋ καρμελα, αϋ καρμελα
ντεμπερεμος ρεζιστιρ
αϋ καρμελα, αϋ καρμελα
περ ιγκουαλ κε κομπατιμος
ρουμπαλα ρουμπαλα ρουμπα λα
περ ιγκουαλ κε κομπατιμος
ρουμπαλα ρουμπαλα ρουμπα λα
προμετεμος ρεζιστιρ
αϋ καρμελα, αϋ καρμελα
προμετεμος ρεζιστιρ
αϋ καρμελα, αϋ καρμελα!
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A sun that never sets burns on.
New light is this river's dawn.
When to speak of a word so old
is to relearn what is known.
A time to think back and move on.
Rebuild the loves of lives long gone.
The blood that flows through me is not my own.
The blood is from the past, not my own.
The blood that leads my life is not my own.
The blood is strength, I'm not alone.
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as to poume mia kai edw mias kai auto to kairo trwei ripitia:
Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks
Goin' someplace there's no goin' back
Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge
Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretchin' round the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sleepin' in their cars in the southwest
No home no job no peace no rest
The highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad
He pulls prayer book out of his sleeping bag
Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
Waitin' for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
Got a one-way ticket to the promised land
You got a hole in your belly and gun in your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathin' in the city aqueduct
The highway is alive tonight
But where it's headed everybody knows
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad
Now Tom said "Mom, wherever there's a cop beatin' a guy
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
Where there's a fight 'gainst the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me Mom I'll be there
Wherever there's somebody fightin' for a place to stand
Or decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes Mom you'll see me."
The highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sittin' downhere in the campfire light
With the Ghost of ol' Tom Joad.
sthn ygeia sas
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Mannequin mannequin
They're all the same
Deathstrike said so
Hallowed be thy name
Morbid Angel
Napalm Death
Filthy Christians
Hold your breath
Knights in Satan's Service
Masters of death
Deathlike silence
Head not found
Dark awakening
O...underground
Worldwide trading
Stormtroopers of Death
Sons of Satan
Godly Being
Black Breath
Knights in Satan's Service
Masters of Death
Knights in Satan's Service
Listen to the Seasons of the Dead
Necrophagia
Repulsion
Masters of death
Killjoy Go!
You can't kill
What's already dead
You can't
You can't kill
What's already dead...
...Slowly We Rot
Let the Darkness Descend
Darkness is living in me
Helping me see
Be all I can be
Whole, Hey! Ho!
We are Satan's people
I love it like you love Jesus
It does the same thing to my soul
Hey! Ho!
I got a life-long love for
The occult...tlucco ehT
All hell's still running thru me
Permanently
Guiding me when the bell tolls
Hey! Ho!
We are Satan's people
We love it like you love Jesus
It does the same thing to our souls
Hey! Ho!
We got a life-long love for
The occult...tlucco ehT
The occult...tlucco ehT
Dynasties in blasphemies
The devil is smiling still
Thru Symphonies Of Sickness
and Pleasure To Kill
Knights in Satan's Service
Masters of Death
Death and Sodom
Flag Of Hate
Mental Funeral
Vomit, Sindrome
The Truth, Beyond The Gates
Unseen Terror
Human Error
Angel of Death
Dethroned Emperor
Venom, Possessed, Motorbreath
Knights in Satan's Service
Masters of Death
Knights in Satan's Service
Listen to the Seasons of the Dead
Necrophagia
Repulsion
Masters of death
Knights in Satan's Service
Masters of Death
Xecutioner
R.A.V.A.G.E.
Entombed - Masters of Death
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Quote:
Originally Posted by
Jim Dandy Mangrum
lol! gamei
ε ναι
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Hey all you reefers – weed shall be you magic stone
Hey all you stoners – smoke that shit and get it on
And all you drinkers – you won’t get it anywhere
So I stay smoking – heal my soul and grow my hair
Smoke marihuana; smoke it! Marijuana, son!
Hey all you potheads, smoke that dope and get it on
This one is healing – did you see her in the skies?
This one’s no killer – don’t believe in all that lies
Don’t take a chemic – don’t play in the asshole-zone
Just take things growing – Pflanz dir einen Wunderbaum
Smoke marihuana; smoke it! Marijuana, son!
Hey all you potheads, smoke that dope and get it on
Hey all you reefers – weed shall be you magic stone
Hey all you stoners – smoke that shit and get it on
And all you drinkers – you won’t get it anywhere
So I stay smoking – heal my soul and grow my hair
λεμε γαμανε οι Colour Haze!!!! clue ο τελευταιος στιχος...
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Life's really a chocolate box -
some do without - others have plenty.
It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,
while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
From the cradle to the grave,
point your ladle to the gravy.
"Food comes first, then morals" they say,
the end of the world's three hot meals away.
Two average men eat their average meals
but destiny waits at their table.
One is served gruel while the other chews veal,
(but they're both spoon fed lies, lies from the cradle).
Life's really a chocolate box -
some do without - others have plenty.
It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,
while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,
while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
Tragic moments for the masses-
work is the curse of the drinking classes
"homo homini lupus" we cry-
humanity fades like the moon in the sky.
You can't cook an omlette without breaking eggs,
(first they are cracked and then beaten).
The only things cracked around here are our heads,
recepies for disaster that we keep repeating.
Life's really a chocolate box -
some do without - others have plenty.
It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,
while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,
while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
Here's a real beggars banquet,
a brace of rats in a blood stained blanket.
Meanwhile, gentlefolk high in their chateau,
dip silver spoons into black forest gateau.
Come lords and ladies - raise glasses in toast
to the "other-half" dying to eat.
'Cause they who receive least deserve it the most,
it's a literal dead-end (Inequality Street).
Life's really a chocolate box -
some do without - others have plenty.
It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,
while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
Life's really a chocolate box -
some do without - others have plenty.
It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,
while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,
while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
είμαι ακόμα στη χτεσινή συναυλία
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wraios...............:maikl:
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γαμώ το εξωτερικό σας που βλέπετε skyclad αβέρτα... :(
