Κιεγαμώ τους Stixoi.

Feint (Epica)

The very brightest candle of all has been extinguished
Smothered by those who could not bear to face reality

Every beat of your heart tore the lies all apart
Made foundations quiver
Every wave in the lake caused the porcelain to break
And I shiver...

The leftover tallow just doesn’t contain
All the right answers
Under a sea of dust lies a vast wealth of wisdom

An untuched snow turns red
Innocence dies

This black page in history is not colourfast,
will stain the next
All that remains is just a feint of what was meant to be
This black page in history is not colourfast,
will stain the next
And nothing seems in life,
in dreams like what was meant to be

Sous la lumi

Μέσα στις θαλασσινές σπηλιές
υπάρχει μια δίψα υπάρχει μια αγάπη
υπάρχει μια έκσταση,
όλα σκληρά σαν τα κοχύλια
μπορείς να τα κρατήσεις
μες στη παλάμη σου.

Μέσα στις θαλασσινές σπηλιές
μέρες ολόκληρες σε κοίταζα στα μάτια
και δεν σε γνώριζα μήτε με γνώριζες.

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Φθινοπώριασε κι άκουσα
το στερνό τ' αντίο σου
φθινοπώριασε κι έκλεισα
το πικρό βιβλίο σου

Σε τραγούδησα
σα μιαν απέραντη αμμουδιά
σα μια ροδιά
χωρίς κλαδιά.
Σε τραγούδησα
σα μια μεγάλη ακρογιαλιά
σα μια φωλιά
χωρίς πουλιά.

Φθινόπώριασε κι έσβησε
το ξανθό σου το αστέρι φθινοπώριασε
κι έγινε βορινό πια τ' αγέρι.

Final Step

Abused, confused
Fought the blues, no shoes
Still I walk

No place, no face
Broken grin, hollow within
Still I walk

Abandoned my friend
Lost hold pot of gold
Left out cold

Compromise to mend
My demise, my end
Despised again

Standing on the edge of time
Looking down I realize
I am here one final footstep forward

Again seemed right
Follow the light it dimmed
No surprise

Somehow tricked perfect fit
Alibi, two-faced lie
No surprise

By the heels
Suddenly I'm pinned
Forced to kneel choked to heal

Failure failed
This rhyme picked my mind
Out of time

Standing on the edge of time
Looking down I realize
I am here one final footstep forward
End of my speech now is clear
What it is I'm doing here
I am here one final footstep forward

Abused, confused
Fought the blues, no shoes
Still I walk

No place, no face
Broken grin, hollow within
Still I walk

Abandoned my friend
Lost hold pot of gold
Left out cold

Detached, fucking wacked
Needle in, story ends
All depends

Standing on the edge of time
Looking down I realize
I am here one final footstep forward
End of my speech now is clear
What it is I'm doing here
Now I'm here one final footstep forward

Standing on the edge of time
Looking down I realize
I am here one final footstep forward

Standing on the edge of time
Standing on the edge of time
Standing on the edge of time

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Originally Posted by Darkling

Γαμηστε το μπογια
Φατε τη σογια
μην ειστε ολο λογια
γραφτειτε οικολόγια

Για ολη τη φυση
χωρις μιτσουμπισι
μην κανετε χρηση
κι ακουστε τη Βισση

Σωτηρες λαγου
μη γινει ραγου
μα σαν του μωρου
καντε του αγκου

Τα φιδια αμοληστε
τα διχτυα σκιστε
τη δοξα κατακτηστε
νικηστε νικηστε νικηστε

(οι τελευταιοι 3 στιχοι προσφορα του υμνου της ΑΕΚ.)

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:rofl: :rofl: , καλοί, σου έχω και εγώ αφιέρωση:

Το παληκάρι ο κυνηγός
της φύσης χρίσθηκε φρουρός
μα σκοτώνει και γεράκια
γιατί του τρων τα λαγουδάκια

Φυσιολάτρης και αθλητής
σούπερ-ήρωας, μέγας νικητής
σ’ αγώνες με θηρία τρομερά
τσίχλες, τριγόνια και παπιά

Ταμπέλες γιατί πυροβολεί;
Μα... ασκείται στη σκοποβολή!
Ομως αντί για το λαγό
χτυπάει τον συγκυνηγό!

Κόμμα θέλει ισχυρό
στη βουλή και στο λαό
με στολές παραλλαγής
στις έδρες της Ευρωβουλής

Σ’ αφίσα για τις εκλογές
σημασίες φροϋδικές
φοβάτ’ απώλεια ανδρισμού
αν χαθεί το σπορ του κυνηγιού.

Σπέρνει φήμες τρομερές
για τσακάλια, λύκους και οχιές
που αμολάν κρυφά εν νυκτί
«δόλιοι» οικολόγοι αντικυνηγοί.

Της φυσικής ισορροπίας ρυθμιστής,
της οικολογίας θερμός ζηλωτής,
με περηφάνεια δηλώνει
σε τύπο, ράδιο κι οθόνη.

Σκορπίζει όμως κάλυκες σωρούς
σε δάση και υγρότοπούς
«Ταίζει» μολύβι τα πουλιά
μα καταλήγει και στη δική του την κοιλιά.


:rofl: :rofl: :rofl:

Just like the white winged dove
sings a song
Sounds like she's singing
whoo...whoo...whoo

And the days go by
like a strand in the wind
In the web that is my own
I begin again
Said to my friend, baby...
Nothin' else mattered

He was no more than a baby then
Well he... seemed broken hearted
something within him
But the moment that I first laid
Eyes on him...all alone...
On the edge of...seventeen

I went today...maybe I will go again
tomorrow
And the music there it was hauntingly...
familiar
And I see you doing
what I try to do for me
With the words from a poet
and the voice from a choir
And a melody...nothing else mattered

The clouds never expect it
when it rains
But the sea changes colours
but the sea...
Does not change
And so with the slow graceful flow
of age
I went forth...with an age old...
desire...to please
On the edge of...seventeen


Well then suddenly
there was no one left standing
In the hall...yeah, yeah...
In a flood of tears
That no one really ever heard fall at all
Oh I went searchin' for an answer
Up the stairs and down the hall
Not to find an answer...
just to hear the call
Of a nightbird singing
come away...come away...

Well I hear you in the morning
and I hear you
At nightfall
sometimes to be near you...
Is to be unable...to hear you...
my love...
I'm a few years older than you...
are (I'm a few years older than you) my love

FAMILY LIFE
New Model Army

How did they do this to you?
How did they do this to you?
Were you the weapon that they used
As they tore apart the family
Did they bring you here as they were passing through?
How did they do this to you?

And now you don't want to go home
And now you say that you never will go home
Take a tram across the city
Past the places where your brother died
Of the comfort for the girls who work alone
And I can't tell you that you're not alone

In the cities of the far north, the skies are cold and clear
The loneliness is aching
And after all this time and after all these words
Your hands are still shaking

Why did they do this to you?
Why did they do this to you?
Were they cut off from their past?
Did they try to kill the future?
Do we all forget the things that we once knew?
Why did they do this to you?

Who was it that did this to you?
Who was it that did this to you?
Well if I could have my way
I would line them up against a wall
Do unto them as they have done to you
Who was it that did this?
Who was it that did this to you?

Swatting At Flies

The only thing I ever made in my life was a fist
The only thing that ever proved that I exist
Broken glass looks best when the sun's goin down
Take it from me, I'm broken too
And there's lots of us around

Like swatting at flies till they cover the floor
Like pulling teeth, tie the string, and slam the door
Like the time I fell in love into someone else
Like the time I complained about the cards I've been dealt
Like they say when it rains you know it always pours
Like hearing no again and slamming of doors

I've been alone, I've been together, I'd been lost
Making my decisions, with the coins that I toss
The slower they walk, you know the harder it gets
Shoulda, woulda, coulda, sketches all our regrets

Like swatting at flies till they cover the floor
Like pulling teeth, tie the string, and slam the door
Like the time I fell in love into someone else
Like the time I complained about the cards I've been dealt
Like they say when it rains you know it always pours
Like hearing no again and slamming of doors

Enjoying myself has just been an afterthought
I never doubted the teachers, just the lessons they taught
If I couldn't fill my stomach, I'd fill my head
But I never could fill the word that I said

Like swatting at flies till they cover the floor
Like pulling teeth, tie the string, and slam the door
Like the time I fell in love into someone else
Like the time I complained about the cards I've been dealt
Like they say when it rains you know it always pours
Like hearing no again and slamming of doors
Slamming of doors doors doors

Quote:

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Originally Posted by ifinoi

Just like the white winged dove
sings a song
Sounds like she's singing
whoo...whoo...whoo

And the days go by
like a strand in the wind
In the web that is my own
I begin again
Said to my friend, baby...
Nothin' else mattered

He was no more than a baby then
Well he... seemed broken hearted
something within him
But the moment that I first laid
Eyes on him...all alone...
On the edge of...seventeen

I went today...maybe I will go again
tomorrow
And the music there it was hauntingly...
familiar
And I see you doing
what I try to do for me
With the words from a poet
and the voice from a choir
And a melody...nothing else mattered

The clouds never expect it
when it rains
But the sea changes colours
but the sea...
Does not change
And so with the slow graceful flow
of age
I went forth...with an age old...
desire...to please
On the edge of...seventeen


Well then suddenly
there was no one left standing
In the hall...yeah, yeah...
In a flood of tears
That no one really ever heard fall at all
Oh I went searchin' for an answer
Up the stairs and down the hall
Not to find an answer...
just to hear the call
Of a nightbird singing
come away...come away...

Well I hear you in the morning
and I hear you
At nightfall
sometimes to be near you...
Is to be unable...to hear you...
my love...
I'm a few years older than you...
are (I'm a few years older than you) my love

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:thumbsup:

μιλάνε για καιρούς δοξασμένους και πάλι
αννα μην κλαις
θα γυρέψουμε βερεσέ απ’ τον μπακάλη

μιλάνε για του έθνους, ξανά, την τιμή
αννα μην κλαις
στο ντουλάπι δεν έχει ψίχα ψωμί

μιλάνε για νίκες που το μέλλον θα φέρει
αννα μην κλαις
εμένα δε με βάζουν στο χέρι

ο στρατός ξεκινά
αννα μην κλαις
σα γυρίσω ξανά
θ’ ακολουθώ άλλες σημαίες
ο στρατός ξεκινά

μιλάνε για του έθνους, ξανά, την τιμή
αννα μην κλαις
στο ντουλάπι δεν έχει ψίχα ψωμί

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Originally Posted by Solo Carriera

μιλάνε για του έθνους, ξανά, την τιμή
αννα μην κλαις
στο ντουλάπι δεν έχει ψίχα ψωμί

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anatrixiastikos stixos... :?

και ανατριχιαστικό τραγούδι γενικότερα.

den to exw akousei :S

Πεθαίνω και παράπονο έχω στον κόσμο μόνο
που δεν μπορώ να σ'αγαπώ στο χώμα που θα λιώνω

είχα αποφασίσει να ποστάρω κάτι τρομερούς στίχους αλλά μετα απο αυτούς θα φανούν αστείοι.