καλυτεροι στιχουργοι εβερ.

ονομαστε τους.
1)greg sage(wipers)
A thick dark cloud is hanging all about me
Suffocating me suffocating me
Invasion from the outside
Works its way inward

2)mike muir(suicidal tendecies)
When I go down the street
The people watch me shiver and shake
I'm a prisoner of a demon
I think my head's about to break

3)fred cole(dead moon)
How many times have I said it before
You can't keep coming back once you walk out that door

4)greg ginn(black flag)
I'm aboutTo have a nervous breakdown
My head really hurts
If I don't find a way out of here
I'm gonna go berserk

5)reevsy (heresy)
I cannot escape these visions
I need to find the key
Rid myself of these burdens
Open the door to sanity

Release me from the dread of mankind

6)kurt brecht(d.r.i)
Me, alone, I really wonder why
All alone I wonder why I try
When life itself depresses me
And everything else, it's sad to be

7)andrew borland(the sound)
And it's pressure from all sides
Coming down around our ears
Stuck in this room without a door
Scratched away at the walls for years
All we've got to show is the dust on the floor
And here it comes, a new dark age

8)bob mould(husker du)
There's a thousand million voices
They're screaming in my eyes
Preachers in the forest
Sirens in the sky
Well I walked around and I cried a lot
Thought that I would die
so Find me

9)Darby crash(the germs)

Land of treason-waste no reason-
we are breathing fire
We're packs of dogs-
we're enemies of men-we are not desired
Our face show-
we've grown cold-but
have not conspired
Old hearts gone-
the future's on-mother nations mired
I like a recepticle for the chosen dead,
we find our bodies clawed
And with the scent of death,
we find that we are not so very awed

10)jerry A(poison idea)

Quit my job, told my boss to stand aside
Grabbed a gun, a fifth of booze, jumped in my ride
I got my girl, she's sixteen and she's really special
I can't slow down, I've got a date with the devil
Two tons of steel, one hundred miles an hour
No looking back, grooving on the power

εκτος συναγωνισμου ο gg allin και ο paul mahern(zero boys)

Martin Walkyier (Skyclad)

τους υπόλοιπους θα τους πούνε άλλοι :)

ε τον greg sage δεν τον αναφερω κι εγω
αλλα τον fred θα τονε πω, μιας κι ειναι μακραν ο αγαπημενος μου!

1. Fred Cole (Dead Moon κλπ)

wear a suit and tie
well I'd rather sit and die

2. Dave Wyndorf (Monster Magnet)

Would you like to hope for Eden, that I keep a steady hand
Do you want to milk the syrup of a thousand year old man
Shall we fuck each other's babies, let momentum do its best
Keep our shrieking little urges in our burned out little heads
Well I sense a slight recoil was it something that I said

3. Nick Cave (κλπ)

This desire to possess her is a wound
and its naggin at me like a shrew
but, ah kno, that to possess her
Is, therefore, not to desire her.
O o o then ya kno, that lil girl would just have to go!
Go! Go-o-o! From her to eternity!

http://newsitemstoday.today.com/file...poet-large.jpg
and where do all these highways go now that we are free?

ναι οκ ρε καλκι,επειδη ομως ειμαστε καφροι και πανκοσκυλα δεν γνωριζουμε μουτρα απο ροκ σταρς.
γραψε τι,ποιος,που...

είδα τον κάλκι και θυμήθηκα κατευθείαν τα εξής από Martin Walkyier

Will I drown in the sweat of this chemical dream,
With far too much blood in my alcohol stream?
When Mr. Jack Daniels has read my last rights -
His friend 'Billy Whizz' comes to turn on the lights.

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ναι οκ ρε καλκι,επειδη ομως ειμαστε καφροι και πανκοσκυλα δεν γνωριζουμε μουτρα απο ροκ σταρς.
γραψε τι,ποιος,που...

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λεοναρντ κοεν μωρε!

rage θα με κανεις ν'αρχισω να ακουω skyclad.

θεεεενκς!

πανκοκαφρος που λεει "ευχαριστω". μνησθητι μου κυριε

σε εσενα.
αν ρωτουσα τον ρεηζορ θα του ελεγα "σε ευχαριστω,γαμω το σπιτι σου".

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rage θα με κανεις ν'αρχισω να ακουω skyclad.

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άντε για να σε πείσω

Take your partners for our civil war dance
Open season on the under worked and overpaid.
Erase the Constitution - a bloody revolution
Is the simplest solution to the problems that they have made.

αντικειμενικά, greg graffin.

υποκειμενικά, dan weyandt (zao).

φαντομ οντως,μεγαλη μου παραλειψη ο γκρεγκ...και τρομερος στιχουργος.

nick cave
neil young
geoff tate
scott kelly

8a 8umh8w allous argotera

αγγελάκας εννοείται.

άσιμος;

καλά δεν ξέρεις τον αγγελάκα? πφφ.

1) leonard cohen

You who wish to conquer pain,
You must learn what makes me kind;
The crumbs of love that you offer me,
Theyre the crumbs Ive left behind.
Your pain is no credential here,
Its just the shadow, shadow of my wound.

(avalanche)

2) nick cave

I said, "I want to introduce myself
And I am glad that all you came"
And I leapt upon the bar
And shouted out my name
Well Jerry Bellows, he hugged his stool
Closed his eyes and shrugged and laughed
And with an ashtray as big as a fucking really big brick
I split his head in half
His blood spilled across the bar
Like a steaming scarlet brook
And I knelt at it's edge on the counter
Wiped the tears away and looked
Well, the light in there was blinding
Full of God and ghosts of truth

(o'malley's bar)

3) ian curtis

These are your friends from childhood through youth,
Who goaded you on, demanded more proof,
Withdrawal pain is hard, it can do you right in,
So distorted and thin, distorted and thin.

This is the room, the start of it all,
Through childhood, through youth, I remember it all,
Oh, I've seen the nights filled with bloodsport and pain.
And the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained.

(day of the lords)

4) scott kelly/steve von till

Rite of this waring god. Destructive, alive, frees you now.
Rivers of fear, don't you know? Vigil of faith stills you now.
You've been shown over and over, don't you know?
You've been shown over and over, don't you know?

(stones from the sky)

5) aaron turner

THE REVISIONIST'S DEATH BY HER OWN HAND POISON EGG THE IMPLEMENT I AM CHEST DEEP IN HER SWARM POISON EGG REVERSE SWALLOWED
I SEE THEM SEETHING BETWEEN HER FINGERS SHE SETS THEM FREE I BLEED ME
BLOOD FLOWING NO CLOTTING FLOWING FASTER THE SWARM IS FEEDING DEFEAT. DEFEAT.

YOU WOULD LOOK SO MAGNIFICENT CRAWLING ON THOSE BLOODIED KNEES THE SWARM IS FLOCKING TO THE WOUND THEIR SPEED ONLY MATCHED BY THEIR EFFIICIENCY GLORY IS RELATIVE TO THE ONE THAT LIVES IN DEFEAT
THE REVISIONIST'S DEATH BY HER OWN HAND POISON EGG THE IMPLEMENT I AM CHEST DEEP IN HER SWARM POISON EGG REVERSE SWALLOWED
DEFEAT. DEFEAT. DEFEAT. DEFEAT.

(poison eggs)

6) dalek

Populous with no ambition
Content to tear at flesh formed somber progression.
So where's the lessons to digest within aggression?
These filthy blocks are all immersed in raw tension.
Meanwhile they act like poverty was our invention.
The meek inherent what and when is my question.
I read your weak history text that never mention
A solitary second of my people's true intentions.

(abandoned language)

7) scott walker

Those threads you would never wear
The sobbing that just might choke us
Those tooth fairies wait till they get here
and the halo, halo of locust

I love this season without it's cleft
left hook to the right hook
right cross to the left

I love this season this very night
right cross to the left foot
left hook to the right

Mama danced four feet away
Papa danced four feet away
in the rubbing and fusing
the sealing and pivoting
gotta dance four feet away

(bouncer see bouncer)

8) καββαδίας (στίχους έγραφε!)

Ατσίγγανε κι Αφέντη μου, με τι να σε στολίσω;
Φέρτε το μαυριτάνικο σκουτί το πορφυρό.
Στον τοίχο της Καισαριανής μας φέραν από πίσω
κι ίσαμε έν' αντρίκειο ανάστημα ψηλώσαν το σωρό.

Βάρκα του βάλτου ανάστροφη, φτενή, δίχως καρένα.
Σύνεργα που σκουριάζουνε σε γύφτικη σπηλιά.
Σμάρι κοράκια να πετάν στην έρημη αρένα
και στο χωριό να ουρλιάζουνε τη νύχτα εφτά σκυλιά.

(federico garcia lorca)

9) jacob bannon (converge)

In vein and valor
Be what they fear
Their days are over
Our nights are here
With hate and heartache
I'll strike you down
With rage and rapture
I crush your crown
No more gods
No more graves
No more love
No more hate
Hell hammer comes down
Onto their blade
Our world of widows
Needs to be saved
It's now or never
Victim or victory
Rebel or regret
Who you are and who you claim to be
No more heroes
No more
No more
In my world of enemies
I walk alone

(no heroes)

10 ) bonnie prince billy

I like to have a good time
any of my friends will tell you
but when you confront me with stupidity
I'm doubly angry at you
and I say: nip! nap! it's all a trap
bo! bis! and so was this
whoa! whoa! to haiti go,
and watch it all come down
ding! dong! a silly song
sure do say something's wrong
smile awhile, forget the bile
and watch it all come down

today was another day full of dread
but I never said I was afraid
dread and fear should not be confused
by dread I'm inspired, by fear I'm amused

(another day full of dread)

BROCAS HELM λεμε :dfinger:

From "Defender Of The Crown", 2004.
Lyrics:
HEY!!!

scalp her and i'll fuck her head
scalp her and i'll fuck her head
and cum inside her brain
scalp her and i'll fuck her head
skullfucker!!!!

i've been done before
but not like this
i've got the kiss of death
upon my lips

and i'm saving it for you!!

PAIN!!! TORTURE!!! SEX!!!
awful bloody pain!
torture! sex!
when you least expect it!

she was such a pretty girl
she always wore her hair in curls
but she never went to sunday school
i think its time i...
EDUCATE HER!!!

PAIN!!! TORTURE!!! SEX!!!
awful bloody pain!
torture! sex!
when you least expect it

scalp her and i'll fuck her head
scalp her and i'll fuck her head
and cum inside her brain
scalp her and i'll fuck her head
skullfucker!!

her mother and father
called it quits when she was just a kid
out on the streets
i let her in and look at what she did to me

PAIN!!! TORTURE!!! SEX!!!
awful bloody pain!
torture! sex!
when you least expect it

i was such a happy lad
i always loved me mum and dad
but then she took it all away
i guess i'll just let her live and aggrivate her

PAIN!!! TORTURE!!! SEX!!!
awful bloody pain!
torture! sex!
when you least expect it

στο υφος ραζορ και ον τοπικ

She bled from every fucking hole

First step: rip out entrails
From her bloody cunt,
Nothing but a piece of meat, nothing but a whore.
I'm sick and tired of fucking whores,
I'm trying sodomy with saws;
Let's see how fucking hot she is
With her arsehole ripped to bits.
Straight up her arse goes my blade,
Thrusting deeply
Nothing but a whore
Fucker

Disembowl her fucking body
Make her feel it!

When I'm done with you
You won't have a cunt left!

ε και φυσικα το απολυτο ΚΡΑΞΟΤΡΑΓΟΥΔΟ

Black Metal Sucks

Over there in Norway, the churches all burn down
Let's go dress in goth clothes and get painted like a clown
Awesome leather armbands with spikes like two feet long
Hair is parted down the middle, frowning like a frog

In league with the devil, talking Satan, skulls and hell
Making mommy mad, cause that's original
If you hate good music, then it can't hurt to go
Image-conscious assholes, black metal fashion show

I hope that you get hit by a bus. Why?
Black metal sucks
Careful not to smear your makeup
You suck
goth clothes and frowns, just like we discussed
Black metal sucks
Auuuuuuuuuugh What?
You suck

Blacke Foryst of Despayr, taking photos of the band
Put 'em up on myspace you're the envy of the land
Posing with a battleaxe and grimacing with hate
When you're done with this, figure skating at the lake

The music is best, it's got the hardest metal sound
Quickly riffing on one note is certain to astound
Dimly echoed drumming and some goat heads to distract
From the terrible screeching that you pass off as your act

I wish your black clothes would combust. Why?
Black metal sucks
You know what dude, you look like a schmuck
You suck
Singer sounds like a wounded duck
Black metal sucks
I'd rather listen to... us
You suck

You know how I know you look like a fool?
Lich King rules
We're the best band and we're super cool
We rule
Straight from the 80's and we're old school
Lich King rules
Running out of rhymes, so wading pool
Thrash is the rule

απο τους θεους θρασαδες Lich King
ακουστε το και δεν θα χασετε

1) Jim Matheos

do you think that i, that i remember
do you think that i, that i recall
when you were falling
and i just watched it all?

do you think that i, that i remember
do you think that i, that i recall
when you were breaking
and i just let the pieces fall?

don't you think that i remember
don't you think that i recall
when you were alone, oh all alone
and i didn't hear, hear your call?
call... hear your call, hear your call, hear your call...

(A Pleasant Shade Of Gray Part XI)

2) Geoff Tate

Seven years of power
The corporation claw
The rich control the government, the media the law
To make some kind of difference
Then everyone must know
Eradicate the fascists, revolution will grow

The system we learn says we're equal under law
But the streets are reality, the weak and poor will fall
Let's tip the power balance and tear down their crown
Educate the masses, We'll burn the White House down

(Speak)

3) Neil Peart

Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In between the bright lights
And the far unlit unknown

Growing up it all seems so one-sided
Opinions all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided
In the mass production zone
Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone

(Subdivisions)
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
(Subdivisions)
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
Any escape might help to smooth the unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe the restless dreams of youth

Drawn like moths we drift into the city
The timeless old attraction
Cruising for the action
Lit up like a firefly
Just to feel the living night

Some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose the race to rats
Get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere
To relax their restless flight
Somewhere out of a memory of lighted streets on quiet nights...

(Subdivisions)

4) Martin Walkyier

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.

(The Land of the Rising Slum)

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8) καββαδίας (στίχους έγραφε!)

Ατσίγγανε κι Αφέντη μου, με τι να σε στολίσω;
Φέρτε το μαυριτάνικο σκουτί το πορφυρό.
Στον τοίχο της Καισαριανής μας φέραν από πίσω
κι ίσαμε έν' αντρίκειο ανάστημα ψηλώσαν το σωρό.

Βάρκα του βάλτου ανάστροφη, φτενή, δίχως καρένα.
Σύνεργα που σκουριάζουνε σε γύφτικη σπηλιά.
Σμάρι κοράκια να πετάν στην έρημη αρένα
και στο χωριό να ουρλιάζουνε τη νύχτα εφτά σκυλιά.

(federico garcia lorca)

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Seriously ρε, δε φταις εσύ που έμαθες τον καββαδία μέσω του Μικρούτσικου. Με την ίδια λογική και ο Πόε με τον William Blake στίχους γράφανε, απλά περίμεναν 100 χρόνια να τους μελοποιήσει κάποιος.

Ontopic τώρα,

Γιώργος Οικονομέας

Γιατί δεν ένιωσες ποτέ
την ξεφτίλα των παιχνιδιών
την πληγωμένη επιστροφή των σκυλιών
που μ' αρρώσταινε τόσο...


Martin Walkyier

Όλοι του οι στίχοι

Jarvis Cocker

I never knew that you'd get married.
I would be living down here on my own on
that damp and lonely Thursday years ago.

Toυς άλλους τους είπαν.

ΕΝΤΙΤ: Ο ΑΡΧΟΝΤΑΣ ο Guardian έγραψε τον Neil Peart, ΑΠΕΙΡΑ πινκς!!

Leonard Cohen σαφώς.

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Γιώργος Οικονομέας

Γιατί δεν ένιωσες ποτέ
την ξεφτίλα των παιχνιδιών
την πληγωμένη επιστροφή των σκυλιών
που μ' αρρώσταινε τόσο...

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μια απορια ειχα τελικα: αυτος ο οικονομεας, που εχει γραψει τους στιχους στον πρωτο ωχρα σπειροχαιτη, ειναι οντως ο ιδιος οικονομεας του μεγκα;

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8) καββαδίας (στίχους έγραφε!)

Ατσίγγανε κι Αφέντη μου, με τι να σε στολίσω;
Φέρτε το μαυριτάνικο σκουτί το πορφυρό.
Στον τοίχο της Καισαριανής μας φέραν από πίσω
κι ίσαμε έν' αντρίκειο ανάστημα ψηλώσαν το σωρό.

Βάρκα του βάλτου ανάστροφη, φτενή, δίχως καρένα.
Σύνεργα που σκουριάζουνε σε γύφτικη σπηλιά.
Σμάρι κοράκια να πετάν στην έρημη αρένα
και στο χωριό να ουρλιάζουνε τη νύχτα εφτά σκυλιά.

(federico garcia lorca)

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Seriously ρε, δε φταις εσύ που έμαθες τον καββαδία μέσω του Μικρούτσικου. Με την ίδια λογική και ο Πόε με τον William Blake στίχους γράφανε, απλά περίμεναν 100 χρόνια να τους μελοποιήσει κάποιος.

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Srsly, δεν έμαθα τον Καββαδία μέσω του μικρούτσικου, είμαι απ'αυτά τα ΠΟΥΣΤΡΑΚΙΑ που διάβαζαν ποίηση από αρκετά νωρίς. Το σκέφτηκα αυτό το επιχείρημα και καθώς το έβαζα και γιαυτό και το στίχους έγραφε!!! στην παρένθεση. Αλλά τέλοσπάντων, μικρό το φάουλ, εδώ ο άλλος έβαλε neil peart στους καλύτερους στιχουργούς έβερ.

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Γιώργος Οικονομέας

Γιατί δεν ένιωσες ποτέ
την ξεφτίλα των παιχνιδιών
την πληγωμένη επιστροφή των σκυλιών
που μ' αρρώσταινε τόσο...

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μια απορια ειχα τελικα: αυτος ο οικονομεας, που εχει γραψει τους στιχους στον πρωτο ωχρα σπειροχαιτη, ειναι οντως ο ιδιος οικονομεας του μεγκα;

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ναι

ντυλαν ξερωγω? ισως?

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ντυλαν ξερωγω? ισως?

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:pink: :pink: :pink: :pink:

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Originally Posted by sabbattack

Γιώργος Οικονομέας

Γιατί δεν ένιωσες ποτέ
την ξεφτίλα των παιχνιδιών
την πληγωμένη επιστροφή των σκυλιών
που μ' αρρώσταινε τόσο...

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μια απορια ειχα τελικα: αυτος ο οικονομεας, που εχει γραψει τους στιχους στον πρωτο ωχρα σπειροχαιτη, ειναι οντως ο ιδιος οικονομεας του μεγκα;

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πω. ρε. μανα.

τι σκατα; εγκεφαλικο επαθε κι εγινε οτι εγινε;

Πέρα απ' όσους γουστάρω υπερβολικά και κάποιοι αναφέρθηκαν ήδη:

Παντελής Ροδοστόγλου,
Θάνος Ανεστόπουλος,
Warrel Dane
Duncan Patterson

στιχουργους λεμε, οχι μοιρολογιστρες


αυτο για τον οικονομεα. πλακα ειναι ετσι? δεν μιλατε σοβαρα.

ναι λέμε.

θυμάμαι που είχε σκάσει ένα σκάνδαλο με ένα blog και εκβιασμούς και είχαν φέρει στο mega σε παράθυρο τον admin του blog ο οποίος ωρυόταν "ΝΑ ΠΑΡΕΙΣ ΘΕΣΗ ΑΝΤΙΕΞΟΥΣΙΑΣΤΗ ΟΙΚΟΝΟΜΕΑ!"

επίσης μάνα φίλου μου τον θυμάται που τριγυρνούσε Εξάρχεια παλιά.

http://www.stixoi.info/stixoi.php?in...yricist_id=111
αλλού βρήκα και κάτι ποιήματα

Johnny Morrow άνετα.

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http://www.stixoi.info/stixoi.php?in...yricist_id=111
αλλού βρήκα και κάτι ποιήματα

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:shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock:

βάλτε και ισαακ σούσης στην λίστα σας αφού πιάσατε τους έντεχνους (!)
και μπομ ντύλαν για να κλειδώνει το τόπικ απλά..

εντίτ :τώρα είδα ότι τον bob dylan τον ανάφεραν άλλοι.. κακώς δεν έγινε locked to θρεντ.. τεσπα

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Warrel Dane

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και δε ξερω ποιοι τους γραφουν, γι'αυτό θα πω μπαντες:

Το Πλοκάμι του Καρχαρία.
Cypress Hill

James Hetfield μεταξύ άλλων. Τι να πει κανείς για το and justice...

Petrucci/Portnoy στα νιάτα τους έχουν γράψει αριστουργήματα (βασικά όλοι οι original theater). Change of seasons, voices και learning to live δε γράφονται κάθε μέρα.

Matheos στάνταρ.

Κι άλλοι πολλοί, αν και για να είμαι ειλικρινής τους καλούς στίχους τους έχω στο μυαλό μου με βάση τραγούδια, μιας και υπάρχουν αρκετοί που μέσα στη μετριότητα έχουν και θεϊκές στιγμές.

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και δε ξερω ποιοι τους γραφουν, γι'αυτό θα πω μπαντες:

Το Πλοκάμι του Καρχαρία.

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Κώστας Δαλδαβάνης :pink:

Και θαμσ απ!

John Lennon
Paul McCartney
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και εκατομμύρια άλλοι

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Originally Posted by LokiTricksterGod

Srsly, δεν έμαθα τον Καββαδία μέσω του μικρούτσικου, είμαι απ'αυτά τα ΠΟΥΣΤΡΑΚΙΑ που διάβαζαν ποίηση από αρκετά νωρίς. Το σκέφτηκα αυτό το επιχείρημα και καθώς το έβαζα και γιαυτό και το στίχους έγραφε!!! στην παρένθεση. Αλλά τέλοσπάντων, μικρό το φάουλ, εδώ ο άλλος έβαλε neil peart στους καλύτερους στιχουργούς έβερ.

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akoma de katalabainw giati ton ebales stous stixourgous afou katalabainomaste pws egrafe kati pou diabazoume emeis ta poustrakia, poihsh.

epishs ti akribws exeis na peis gia ton neil peart ws stixourgo?