Και στο Love.
Και στο Love.
A loaded gun won't set you free.
So you say.
Επίσης εμείς οι εναλλακτικοί και κουλ τύποι δεν πρέπει να τα λέμε αυτά αλλά το "When The Levee Breaks" των Zeppelin είναι τελείως παρ' τα στη μάπα, δεν είναι;
this is radio freedom.
επ!
ε μα.
επίσης μορφιν ή σάντοουκινγκ ανεβάστε την εκτέλεση που λέτε.
this is radio freedom.
Διαφορετικές λέμε.
Η μορφίν λέει την εκτέλεση του anthology που είναι ακουστική και πολύ ωραία.
Εγώ λέω την εκτέλεση από το Love που γενικά είναι remastered τα κομμάτια και μπλεγμένα το ένα με samples του άλλου και γενικά μετράει πολύ να το κατεβάσεις όλο. Η εκτέλεση είναι βασισμένη σ' αυτήν του anthology, απλά με διαφορετική μίξη και παραπάνω όργανα κτλ.
Τέλοσπάντων, στις ανεβάζω και τις 2 σε ένα .rar και ψάχνε γάτες =Ρ
http://rapidshare.com/files/113934243/b ... r.rar.html
A loaded gun won't set you free.
So you say.
γνωστή κυρία ο χρήστης κάλκι αλλά εδώ λέει την αλήθεια, είναι το καλύτερο τραγούδι όλων των εποχών.Originally Posted by Khalkji
εγώ ακούσα το Black Limo των Last Drive στο live τους και κλονίστηκα.
Oh, come, come be my waitress and serve me tonight
serve me the sky with a big slice of lemon.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U30NsDBMGiE ela ela telos.
Originally Posted by Shadowking
το love πράγματι αξίζει μια ακρόαση, και μόνο για το being for the benefit of mr kite/i want you/ helter skelter δηλαδής που είναι συγκλονιστικό, καθώς και within you without you/ tomorrow never knows. φάση τύπου http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6aLiCZrt85Q ή http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cw41VqE0UjA
a monkey in silk is a monkey no less
Juliet! when we made love you used to cry.
Dire Straits - Romeo & Juliet
ναι!.
Εσείς οι εναλλακτικοί και κουλ τύποι λέτε μαλακίες συνήθως αλλά εδώ έχετε τεράστιο δίκιο. Αν κάποιος μου έλεγε ότι οι τουλ έπαιζαν νησιώτικα μέχρι που άκουσαν το συγκεκριμένο κομμάτι, θα τον πίστευα.Originally Posted by Khalkji
Originally Posted by Mostos
You and me babe,how about it?
sygkinhsh re pousth mou....
Those little demons ain't the reasons for the bruises on your soul you've been neglecting
You'll never lose your mind as long as you're heart always reminds you where you left it
And don't ever let them make you feel like saying what you want is unbecoming
If you were supposed to watch you're mouth all the time I doubt your eyes would be above it
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Travelling through this world of woe;
And there's no sickness, toil, no danger
In that bright land to which I go.
I'm going there to meet my brothers,
And from that land we'll find a way;
I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger,
Looking for a brighter day.
One of these mornings and it won't be long
All men will rise, stand side by side;
Than hand in hand we'll stand together,
Vibrations calling all mankind.
I'm going there to meet my brothers,
And from that land we'll find a way;
I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger,
Looking for a brighter day.
Brighter day
Brighter day
Brighter day
H.P. Lovecraft - Wayfaring Stranger
A loaded gun won't set you free.
So you say.
Και αυτό.
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
I'm deep in action on a secret mission
Contact's broken down
Time drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. 2x
Well it sure is dark in this clockwork city
Contact's never gonna show
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city
Shadows falling down
I'n disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's gonna burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. 2x
Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore.
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door.
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, what is going on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. 2x
Four o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
Morning comes, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home, home
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
A loaded gun won't set you free.
So you say.