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Originally Posted by dyingfreedom
me sygkinhses prwiniatika......
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Originally Posted by dyingfreedom
me sygkinhses prwiniatika......
χαχαχαχαχ κιαυτό τώρα τοδα. ελληνικο SxE με λιακοπουλικές προεκτάσεις και κανα αστροξίφος πανω απο την αγιασοφιά στο εξώφυλλο είναι σταντέ επιτυχια. δεν αστειεύομαι.Quote:
Originally Posted by S-11
Give me release
Witness me
I am outside
Give me peace
Heaven holds a sense of wonder
And I wanted to believe
That I'd get caught up
When the rage in me subsides
In this white wave
I am sinking
In this silence
In this white wave
In this silence
I believe
Passion chokes the flower
Till she cries no more
Possesing all the beauty
Hungry still for more
Heaven holds a sense of wonder
And I wanted to believe
That I'd get caught up
When the rage in me subsides
In this white wave
I am sinking
In this silence
In this white wave
In this silence
I believe
I can't help this loning
Comfort me
I can't hold it all in
If you won't let me
Heaven holds a sense of wonder
And I wanted to believe
That I'd get caught up
When the rage in me subsides
In this white wave
I am sinking
In this silence
In this white wave
In this silence
I believe
Φωνάρα :pink:Quote:
Originally Posted by Kveldssanger
The stars and a moon
Aren't where they're supposed to be
For the strange electric light
It falls so close to me
Love, I come to ride
High on that seasick rolling wave
And you know that I am
Just trying to get out
Oh the glorious sound
Oh the one way street
But you can't get
Can't get it down without crying
When I'm dressed in white
Send roses to me
I drink so much sour whiskey I can't hardly see
And everywhere I've been
There's a well that howls my name
From the one tiny sting
To that vacant fame
Oh the deafening roar
Remember that's called a one way street
And you can't get
Can't get it down without crying
Mystery's a sigh
You can't get out
In a psychotropic light, you can't get out
Love, I come to ride
High on that seasick rolling wave
That's the way that I fall, trying to get out
Oh the glorious sound
Of the one way street
And you can't get
Can't get it down without crying
Oh the deafening roar
It's called a one way street
Απάνω μου έχω πάντοτε στη ζώνη μου σφιγμένο
ένα παλιό αφρικάνικο ατσάλινο μαχαίρι
όπως αυτά που συνηθούν και παίζουν οι αραπάδες
που από έναν γέρο έμπορο αγόρασα στ' Αλγέρι
Θυμάμαι ως τώρα να 'τανε το γέρο παλαιοπώλη
όπου έμοιαζε με μια παλιά ελαιγραφία του Γκόγια
ορθό πλάι σε μακριά σπαθιά και σε στολές σκισμένες
να λέει με μια βραχνή φωνή τα παρακάτου λόγια
Ετούτο το μαχαίρι εδώ που θέλεις ν' αγοράσεις
με ιστορίες αλλόκοτες ο θρύλος το 'χει ζώσει
κι όλοι το ξέρουν πως αυτοί που κάποια φορά το 'χαν
καθένας κάποιον άνθρωπο δικό του έχει σκοτώσει
Ο Δον Μπαζίλιο σκότωσε μ' αυτό τη Δόνα Τζούλια
την όμορφη γυναίκα του γιατί τον απατούσε
ο κόντε Αντόνιο μια βραδιά τον δύστυχο αδελφό του
με το μαχαίρι τούτο εδώ κρυφά δολοφονούσε
Ένας αράπης τη μικρή ερωμένη του από ζήλεια
και κάποιος ναύτης Ιταλός ένα Γραικό λοστρόμο
χέρι με χέρι ξέπεσε και στα δικά μου χέρια
πολλά έχουν δει τα μάτια μου μα αυτό μου φέρνει τρόμο
Σκύψε και δες το μια άγκυρα κι ένα οικόσημο έχει
είναι αλαφρύ για πιάσε το δεν πάει ούτε ένα ακουάρτο
μα εγώ θα σε συμβούλευα κάτι άλλο ν' αγοράσεις
πόσο έχει; - μόνο φράγκα εφτά αφού το θέλεις πάρτο!
Ένα στιλέτο έχω μικρό στη ζώνη μου σφιγμένο
που η ιδιοτροπία μ' έκανε και το 'κανα δικό μου
κι αφού κανένα δε μισώ στον κόσμο να σκοτώσω
φοβάμαι μη καμιά φορά το στρέψω στον εαυτό μου
Τα λογια ειναι περιττά.
A Bord de l Aspasia :pink: omws
Nick Cave w/ Current 93 - All The Pretty Little Horsies
Hush-a-bye
Don't You cry
Go to sleepy little baby
When You wake
You shall have
All the pretty little horsies
All the pretty little horsies
Blacks and bays
Dapples and greys
All the pretty little horsies
Way down yonder
In the meadow
Lies a poor little lamby
Bees and butterflies
Flitting round his eyes
Poor little thing is crying
"Mammy"
Go to sleep
Don't you cry
Rest Your head upon the clover
Rest Your head upon the clover
In Your dreams
You shall ride
While Your Mammy's watching over
Blacks and bays
Dapples and greys
All the pretty little horsies
All the pretty little horsies
All the pretty little horsies
All the pretty little horsies
Ότι πιό όμορφο έχω ακούσει ποτέ μου. Απλά...
Eimai 99% sigourh oti to exw postarei.
Panemorfo.
:-)
:touched:Quote:
Originally Posted by Kalki
You say the hill's too steep to climb
Climb it.
You say you'd like to see me try
Climbing.
You pick the place and I'll choose the time
And I'll climb
That hill in my own way.
Just wait a while for the right day.
And as I rise above the tree lines and the clouds
I look down, hearing the sound of the things you've said today.
Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd
Smiling.
Merciless the magistrate turns 'round
Frowning.
And who's the fool who wears the crown?
And go down,
in your own way
And every day is the right day
And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow
You look down, hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd.
fearless
There’s a storm outside, and the gap between crack and thunder
Crack and thunder, is closing in, is closing in
The rain floods gutters, and makes a great sound on the concrete
On a flat roof, there’s a boy leaning against the wall of rain
Aerial held high, calling come on thunder, come on
thunder
Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your
soul
Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your
soul
It’s a monsoon, and the rain lifts lids off cars
Spinning buses like toys, stripping them to chrome
Across the bay, the waves are turning into something else
Picking up fishing boats and spewing them on the shore
The boy is hit, lit up against the sky, like a sign, like a neon
sign
And he crumples, drops into the gutter, legs twitching
The flood swells his clothes and delivers him on, delivers him
on
Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your
soul
Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your
soul
There’s four new colors in the rainbow
An old man’s taking polaroids
But all he captures is endless rain, endless rain
He says listen, takes my head and puts my ear to his
And I swear I can hear the sea
Somtimes, when I look in your eyes I can see your soul
(I can reach your soul)
(I can touch your soul)
Sometimes
Show me a politician who's a man we can trust
And if I ever meet him then I think I'll have him stuffed
Look out of the window - see not one happy face
The only splash of colour's the graffiti 'round the place.
It's hard to even crawl
With your back up against the wall.
I find it hard to sleep at night
I feel that the worst is yet to come
Social helter-skelter
Ride the downward spiral has begun.
Are some people just born bad
Or is it how we all become?
Human termites driven mad
In the concrete mound of the rising slum.
The people who are dark fear the people who are fair
And hippies live in terror of the guys who have no hair
The saddest thing of all - what I really find grim
Is we haven't yet noticed what a mess we're all in.
It's hard to even crawl
Now your back's up against the wall.
I find it hard to sleep at night
I feel that the worst is yet to come
Social helter-skelter
Ride the downward spiral has begun.
Are some people just born bad
Or is it how we all become?
Human termites driven mad
In the concrete mound of the rising slum.
The "whether man" says that the outlook's not great
A few outbreaks of murder with some isolated rape
I ask my doctor his advice, this is what he says,
"Get yourself some cancer boy, before you die of aids."
It's hard to even crawl
With your back up against the wall.
I find it hard to sleep at night
I feel that the worst is yet to come
Social helter-skelter
Ride the downward spiral has begun.
Are some people just born bad
Or is it how we all become?
Human termites driven mad
In the concrete mound of the rising slum.
Send away for a priceless gift
One not subtle, one not on the list
Send away for a perfect world
One not simply, so absurd
In these times of doing what you're told
You keep these feelings, no one knows
What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart
And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
Swimming through the ashes of another life
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45
Send a message to the unborn child
Keep your eyes open for a while
In a box high up on the shelf, left for you, no one else
There's a piece of a puzzle known as life
Wrapped in guilt, sealed up tight
What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart
Everyone's pointing their fingers
Always condemning me
And nobody knows what I believe
I believe
