Exactly :-)
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Exactly :-)
Current 93 - All The Stars Are Dead Now
Bloody smoke
Foggy smoke
Beginnings and endings...
There's a heart of the world
In the bowed bony Burren
There's a trip-hole to her heart
In soaring Sn
Tom McRae - Hidden camera show
If you won't
Carry a gun
And if you won't
Learn to run
Hide from the world
It will come for you
You have no place in this time
If you won't
Carry a gun
And if you won't
Learn to run
Hide from the world
It will come for you
You have no place in this time
And it's the cars on the highway
It's the drunks singing 'my way'
We're all caught in a hidden camera show
And it's the thrill of deception
It's the chill of rejection
In the faces of the people we don't know
If you love
Bury it deep
When you talk
Know that talk is cheap
Swallow your tongue
This is not your fight
It's braver sometimes just to run
And it's the cars on the highway
It's the drunks singing 'my way'
We're all caught in a hidden camera show
And it's the cars on the highway
It's the drunks singing 'my way'
We're all caught in a hidden camera show
And it's the blink of a shutter
It's the hitman in the gutter
We're all caught in a hidden camera show
And I close my eyes
Turn my face to the sky
I won't smile for your hidden camera show
απολαύστε τον ΚαραγκιOZZY σε μια εκ βαθέων αυτοκριτική
Secret Loser (Ozzy)
Trapped in a lonely body
I'm losing control
Can't show my emotions
And I'm losing my soul
Could it be that I'm obsessed
With feeding my disease?
I couldn't make it known
The hidden things that no one sees
Yeah, loser
I'm a secret loser
Loser
I'm a secret loser
Fighting a losing battle
Pretending to win
Repenting to holy unknowns
Pretending to sin
All I do is hide the wounds
Where blood just won't congeal
Couldn't ever take my soul
'Cos isn't there to steal
Yeah, loser
I'm a secret loser
Loser
I'm a secret loser, now
Though I'm the loser, there is no winner
There's nothing left to win
The hidden reasons now in deletion
Are lost in sin
So heed my warning, the time is dawning
I'll tell you, here's the twist
The truth is lying, below the surface
I don't exist
Loser
I'm a secret loser
Loser
I'm a secret loser, now
Seeing is not believing
It don't mean a thing
Although it appears to be that
The loser is king
I can understand that what you see
You think is real
But underneath the surface
Is a wound that cannot heal
Partners Brothers and Friends
The promoter says he wants to cancel
Cause there ain't enough tickets sold
The air conditioner on the bus just broke
and I can't shake this cold
The single lost the bullet,
the singer's losin' his wife;
well I might be crazy but I wouldn't change
A single thing about this life.
Sometimes we feel like champions,
sometimes we just can't win,
sometimes our records hit the top of the charts
or the discount bargain bins.
Through 30 years of touring
We've remained partners, brothers, and friends
we keep it together cause we love it and we're sure
we'll be big time before it all ends.
Well you know you've got the Nitty Gritty
and Jimmy's got his drums along
then Jeffrey and me and Bobby will be
singing all our favorite songs
Catch the fire from the folks in the front row
fan the flames as the beat gets strong
it's great to be a part of something
so good that's lasted so long
Well I saw a story in the paper
suddenly the band's big news
the critics all like our records just fine
but they seem a bit confused
is it folk or rock or country
seems like everybody cares but us
so just leave us an early wakeup call
so we don't miss the bus
The band says it can't stand my latest song, it's too personal
but my first wife's second marriage blew up
she had to get the dang thing annulled
well if that ain't something to sing about
well you tell me what is
and we'll give it a beat and put it on the street
and we just might have another hit
At My Job (Dead Kennedys)
If your machine might slip a gear
Push this button to help it clear
Your time card says your name's Joe
But we'll call you 6-3-0
I'm working at my job
I'm so happy
More boring by the day
But they pay me
All that time spent going to school
Just to end up following-rules
Now it's time to take a break
Don't stray too far or you'll be late
Thank you for your service and a long career
Glad you gave us your best years
επίκαιρο, να θυμηθούμε και λίγο την μπαταρία του Ασιμου
Στην καρδιά σου βάλαν φρένα, το μυαλό σου παίρνει βύσμα
για χιλιάδες σαν και εσένα θα αρκέσει μία μπρίζα
.....
Θα είσαι με μπαταρία, να εκτελείς εργασία
με σούπερ ενημέρωση, τροφή και διασκέδαση
θα πλέεις σε ευφορία
Totem (Test For Echo)
I've got twelve disciples and a Buddha smile
Garden of Allah, Viking Valhalla
A miracle once in a while
I've got a pantheon of animals in a pagan soul
Vishnu and Gaia, Aztec and Maya
Dance around my totem pole
Totem pole...
I believe in what I see
I believe in what I hear
I believe that what I'm feeling
Changes how the world appears
Angels and demons dancing in my head
Lunatics and monsters underneath my bed
Media messiahs preying on my fears
Pop culture prophets playing in my ears
I've got celestial mechanics
To synchronize my stars
Seasonal migrations, daily variations
World of the unlikely and bizarre
I've got idols and icons, unspoken holy vows
Thoughts to keep well-hidden
Sacred and forbidden
Free to browse among the holy cows
That's why I believe
Angels and demons inside of me
Saviors and Satans all around me
Sweet chariot, swing low, coming for me
άλλο ένα επίκαιρο για τα εργασιακά: ανακύκλωση, αναλωσιμότητα, εργάτες μιας χρήσεως, ανασφάλεια και εργοδοτικός κυνισμός
Soup Is Good Food (Dead Kennedys)
We're sorry
But you're no longer needed
Or wanted
Or even cared about here
Machines can do a better job than you
This is what you get for asking questions
The unions agree
'Sacrifices must be made'
Computers never go on strike
To save the working man you've got to put him out to pasture
Looks like we'll have to let you go
Doesn't it feel fulfilling to know
That you-the human being-are now obsolete
And there's nothing in hell we'll let you do about it
Soup is good food-(We don't need you any more)
You made a good meal-(We don't need you any more)
Now how do you feel-(We don't need you any more)
To be shit out our ass
And thrown in the cold like a piece of trash
We're sorry
You'll just have to leave
Unemployment runs out after just six weeks
How does it feel to be a budget cut?
You're snipped
You no longer exist
Your number's been purged from our central computer
So we can rig the facts
And sweep you under the rug
See our chart? Unemployment's going down
If that ruins your life that's your problem
Soup is Good Food, Etc.
We're sorry
We hate to interrupt
But it's against the law to jump off this bridge
You'll just have to kill yourself somewhere else
A tourist might see you
And we wouldn't want that
I'm just doing my job, you know
So say uncle
And we'll take you to the mental health zoo
Force feed you mind-melting chemicals
Til even the outside world looks great
In hi-tech science research labs
It costs too much to bury all the dead
The mutilated disease-injected
Surplus rats who can't be used anymore
So they're dumped (with no minister present)
In a spiraling corkscrew dispose-all unit
Ground into sludge and flushed away
Aw geez:.
Soup is good food
You made a good meal, etc:.
We know how much you'd like to die
We joke about it on our coffee breaks
But we're paid to force you to have a nice day
In the wonderful world we made just for you
Poor Rats, we human rodents chuckle
At least we get a dignified cremation
At yet
At 6:00 tomorrow morning
It's time to get up and go to work
to topic legetai "8eikoi stixoi", oxi "postarete siga siga olous tous stixous pou xete diabasei sti zoi sas, ka8e mera ki apo ligo, kai spaste tous t@@".
Ελπίζω αυτό να μην αναφέρεται στους Current 93 (flame build-up :P )
το τι είναι θεϊκο ή όχι είναι άκρως υποκειμενικό, αυτό που εμένα με ανεβάζει, τον άλλον του την σπάει. Για όλους έχει χώρο το thread :)Quote:
Originally Posted by cancer
RONNIE AND NEIL
Church blew up in Birmingham
Four little black girls killed for no goddamn good reason
All this hate and violence can't come to no good end
A stain on the good name.
A whole lot of good people dragged threw the blood and glass
Blood stains on their good names and all of us take the blame
Meanwhile in North Alabama, Wilson Pickett comes to town
To record that sweet soul music, to get that Muscle Shoals sound
Meanwhile in North Alabama, Aretha Franklin comes to town
To record that sweet soul music, to get that Muscle Shoals sound
And out in California, a rock star from Canada writes a couple of great songs about the
Bad shit that went down
"Southern Man" and "Alabama" certainly told some truth
But there were a lot of good folks down here and Neil Young wasn't around
Meanwhile in North Alabama, Lynyrd Skynyrd came to town
To record with Jimmy Johnson at Muscle Shoals Sound
And they met some real good people, not racist pieces of shit
And they wrote a song about it and that song became a hit
Ronnie and Neil Ronnie and Neil
Rock stars today ain't half as real
Speaking there minds on how they feel
Let them guitars blast for Ronnie and Neil
Now Ronnie and Neil became good friends their feud was just in song
Skynyrd was a bunch of Neil Young fans and Neil he loved that song
So He wrote "Powderfinger" for Skynyrd to record
But Ronnie ended up singing "Sweet Home Alabama" to the lord
And Neil helped carry Ronnie in his casket to the ground
And to my way of thinking, us southern men need both of them around
Ronnie and Neil Ronnie and Neil
Rock stars today ain't half as real
Speaking their minds on how they feel
Let them guitars blast for Ronnie and Neil
smiling in their faces
while filling up the hole
so many dirty little places
in your filthy little worn-out, broken down, see through soul
baby's got a problem
tries so hard to hide
got to keep it on the surface
because everything else is dead on the other side
teeth in the necks of everyone you know
you can keep on sucking until the blood won't flow
when it starts to hurt it only helps it grow
taking all you need
(but not this time)
no, you don't
and just for the record
just so you know
I did not believe
that you could sink so low
you think that you can beat them
I know that you won't
you think you have everything
but no, you don't
nin - no, you don't
Paradise Lost - Host
HEAR YOUR SOOTHING COMFORT LOUD
ONE KNOWS IT'S NOT TOO QUIET
ALL CONSUMING CIRCUMSTANCE
CAN LEAD TO OUR DYSFUNCTION
I SEE NO LIFE BEHIND YOUR WEARY EYES
I SEE THE LOOKS YOU STRUGGLE TO DISGUISE
I'VE SEEN ALL VITAL SIGNS BEGIN TO SLIP
OH ITS MUCH TOO LATE FOR YOU TO AIM, YOU ONLY MISS
SAY YOU'LL PAY THE CONSEQUENCE
AND THOUGH WE ALL CAN'T SEE IT
TIME WILL CHALLENGE YOUR DEFENCE
ALIVE BUT YOU CAN'T FEEL IT
I SEE NO LIFE BEHIND YOUR WEARY EYES
I SEE THE LOOKS YOU STRUGGLE TO DISGUISE
I'VE SEEN ALL VITAL SIGNS BEGIN TO SLIP
OH ITS MUCH TOO LATE FOR YOU TO AIM, YOU ONLY MISS
I SEE NO LIFE BEHIND YOUR WEARY EYES
I SEE THE LOOKS YOU STRUGGLE TO DISGUISE
I'VE SEEN ALL VITAL SIGNS BEGIN TO SLIP
OH ITS MUCH TOO LATE FOR YOU TO AIM, YOU ONLY MISS
:(
I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
