Aquila Posted June 28, 2007 Share Posted June 28, 2007 There I was on a July morning Looking for love With the strength Of a new day dawning And the beautiful sun At the sound Of the first bird singing I was leaving for home With the storm And the night behind me And a road of my own With the day came the resolution I'll be looking for you La la la la … I was looking for love In the strangest places Wasn't a stone That I left unturned Must have tried more Than a thousand faces But not one was aware Of the fire that burned In my heart, in my mind, in my soul La la la la … There I was on a July morning I was looking for love With the strength Of a new day dawning And the beautiful sun And at the sound Of the first bird singing I was leaving for home With the storm And the night behind me Yeah, and a road of my own Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Goonie Posted June 28, 2007 Share Posted June 28, 2007 You think you know me just because you know my name You think you see me 'cause you've seen every line on my face You want to want me just beacause I say that I want you But does it matter if anything I'm saying is the truth You need somebody, somebody to hold on to But this ain't the movies and we ain't heroes Staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand The streetlights buzz as the cars roll by and the moon don't give a damn My boots just keep on walkin', but my heart don't understand Why I'm staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand I said I want you, but when we woke up one of us was crying You rolled over and all you said was - "Man, I think I'm dying" Our song is over, this band of gold has been feeling like a noose You place your bets, 'cause no one thinks they'll lose Staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand The streetlights buzz as the cars roll by and the moon don't give a damn My boots just keep on walkin', but my heart don't understand Why I'm staring at your window... The light of love can blind you 'til you cover up your eyes And you try to find the reason not to say goodbye It's the curse of every sailor standing on dry land Staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand The night is fading, like my old tattoo A heart and a dagger, that says "Forever" Staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand The streetlights buzz as the cars roll by and the moon don't give a damn I'm getting tired of talkin', even I don't understand Why I'm staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand Jon Bon Jovi - STARING AT YOUR WINDOW WITH A SUITCASE IN MY HAND Перфектна песен Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BelfordRoxo Posted June 29, 2007 Share Posted June 29, 2007 Slapshock - Misterio Tumatawag, Naghihintay! Sa tuwing pag-gising mo... Lumilingon Papalayo! Sa tuwing pag-titig mo... Nagtataka kung bakit ka pa nag-iisa bawat lungkot bumabalot ang iyong tuwa napapawi ang lumbay... Dahil sayo...Dahil sayo...Dahil sayo! lumiliwanag ang buhay... Dahil sayo...Dahil sayo...Dahil sato! Sumisigaw bawat araw! ng makikita ka... Natatanaw ko ang mundo! sa iyong mga mata... Nagtataka kung bakit ka ba nag-iisa bawat lungkot bumabalot ang iyong tuwa napapawi ang lumbay... Dahil sayo...Dahil sayo...Dahil sayo! lumiliwanag ang buhay... Dahil sayo...Dahil sayo...Dahil sato! Ito na nga ba ang misterio na bumabalot sayo, na ka tago sayo, lumalapit sayo... Ako'y bumabalot sayo, na ka tago sayo, lumalapit sayo... this next one is especially for AFX and Crazy_Hamster Tumatawag, Naghihintay! (calling...waiting...) Sa tuwing pag-gising mo... (everytime you wake up...) Lumilingon Papalayo! (looking away) Sa tuwing pag-titig mo... (everytime you stare...) Nagtataka kung bakit ka pa nag-iisa (wondering why you're still alone) bawat lungkot bumabalot ang iyong tuwa (each sadness covers your happiness) napapawi ang lumbay... (loneliness is fading...) Dahil sayo...Dahil sayo...Dahil sayo! (because of you...because of you...because of you...) lumiliwanag ang buhay... (life is brightening...) Sumisigaw bawat araw! (each day shouts) ng makikita ka... (when i see you) Natatanaw ko ang mundo! (i can see the world) sa iyong mga mata... (in your eyes...) Ito na nga ba ang misterio (is this the mystery) na bumabalot sayo, (that covers you) Ako'y bumabalot sayo, nakatago sayo, lumalapit sayo... (i'm covering you, hiding in you, coming near you...) Едит: Песента е sh*t, групата е sh*t, стилът е sh*t, но... текста ... е долу-горе го бива Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kopche Posted June 29, 2007 Share Posted June 29, 2007 you look to me like misty roses, too soft to touch but too lovely too leave alone if I could be like misty roses, I 'd love you much- you're too lovely to leave alone flowers often cried-but too late to find, that the bearty has been lost with their piece of mind you look to me like love forever, too blue to lust but too lovely love to try If I believe in love forever, I'd forget the past- you're too lovely not to try Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PSYCHOSIS Posted June 29, 2007 Share Posted June 29, 2007 Santa Monica Theory Of A Deadman She fills my bed with gasoline You think I wouldn't notice Her mind's made up Her love is gone I think someone's trying to show us a sign That even if we thought it would last The moment would pass My bones will break and my heart would give And I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything And I remember the time when you left for Santa Monica And I remember the day you told me it's over It hurts to breathe Well every time that you're not next to me Her mind's made up The girl is gone And now I'm forced to see I think I'm on my way Oh, it hurts to live today Oh and she says "Don't you wish you were dead like me?" I wanted more than this I needed more than this I could use of more than this But it just won't stop It just won't go away Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Curunir Posted June 30, 2007 Share Posted June 30, 2007 David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly and the Spiders From Mars He played it left hand but made it too far Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's band Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo Like some cat from Japan He could lick 'em by smiling, he could leave 'em to hang Became one so loaded man, well-hung and snow-white tan So where were the Spiders when the fly tried to break our balls With just a beer light to guide us So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were voodoo The kids was just crass He was the nazz, with god-given ass He took it all too far but boy, could he play guitar Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind Like a leper messiah When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band Ziggy played guitaaaaaaaaaaarrrrr Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kopche Posted June 30, 2007 Share Posted June 30, 2007 He was tied to the bed with a miracle drug in one hand, In the other, a great lost novel that, I understand, was returned with a stamp That said "Thank you for your interest, young man." While preparing his soul for a perilous slide into crime, He had decided that he would err on this side of divine, Being told this was wise, That there'd be payback with interest in due time So why all the history now? He was tied to a job selling miracle drugs from his home, At his door every morning, a trophy arrived with the dawn, With the following inscribed: "We've followed you with interest for some time." So why all the history now? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Trivium Posted June 30, 2007 Share Posted June 30, 2007 Queensryche - Damaged Waiting for the feeling to subside, Paranoid, I melt into myself. They say I'm to reach inside and find the broken part of my machinery. Psychoanalyze the chapters on the path to my darkest day. Searching for the answers, all I see is damage through the haze. Picking up the pieces of my life with no direction for re-assembly. The one that lays beside me is sharing scars of my broken yesterdays. Will tomorrow find me hypnotized? Crying? Mother Mary in control, domineering stranglehold sowing destructive seeds for the scavengers to feed. Driving the nail into my head, memory flows like a river. With the one that lays beside me I'm healing scars from my childhood memories. Tomorrow finally found me. I'm hypnotized. I'm trying... to understand the chapters of the path from my darkest day. Searching for the answers but there's DAMAGE! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
afx Posted July 1, 2007 Share Posted July 1, 2007 this next one is especially for AFX and Crazy_Hamster Thank you ... Slipknot - Prosthetics Verse 1: Even if you run... I will find you I decided I want you Now I know...I NEED If you can't be bought, tougher than I thought Keep in mind - I'm with you Never left out fate, can't concentrate Even if you run YOU WILL BE MINE! Ah, fucking you will be mine! Ah, fucking you will be mine! Ah, fucking you will be mine! Мноо яко парче.. експериментално... завладяващо... от тези на фона на които хората си режат вените Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PSYCHOSIS Posted July 2, 2007 Share Posted July 2, 2007 от тези на фона на които хората си режат вените На тази песен бих удрял главата си в някоя стена, бих се хапал, но определено не бих си рязал вените Просто не е предразполагаща за такава обществено полезна дейност и толкоз! Ето една много подходяща за рязане на кръвоносни съдове песен, която кара стомахът ми да се свива и съществото в мен да хлипа тихо в ъгъла. AYRIA - LOVELY DAY I've been listening to this song for hours And my head aches but that doesn't stop me It keeps repeating and now my eyes burn They have turned red And I do this to myself I should get out But there is nowhere to go on a Tuesday night This restless feeling There is no cure for So I wait It's a lovely day To never feel this way again And will I ever find Someone who understands my mind? I don't think so It's just a sea of faces and vacant stares And they will never be in this place again I have your number But I won't call it I fear rejection more than being alone I'm almost nauseous Maybe I'm dying? Over dramatic, but that's what happens When you have too much time to think about the end The lights look blurry now And the cars pass by me on an energetic street That I have no part of It's a lovely day To never feel this way again And will I ever find Someone who understands my mind? I don't think so It's just a sea of faces and vacant stares And they will never be in this place again I will wait for you to find me But I know you never will I will seek to you to save me But I know you never will I will try to regain passion But I'm faltering I will try to overcome this But I'm overwhelmed again Lovely day Feel this way Lovely place Never feel this way Намери я и я чуй, сигурен съм, че ще те настръхне. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Curunir Posted July 2, 2007 Share Posted July 2, 2007 Истински подтискащата музика най-често няма текст и няма нищо депресиращо на пръв поглед. Обаче ако се заслушаш става по-друго нещо. Песни като Prosthetics (на Психозния песента не съм я слушал, но ще си позволя да направя една генерализация и да я сложа в същия кюп ) наистина предават емоции и въздействат, но те предават емоцията сдъвкана. Добрата музика не ти предлага емоцията изпята и сдъвкана, а тя я създава у теб, ти я преживяваш и пресъздаваш в себе си докато слушаш. Тъжната и депресираща музика не е от типа "никой не ме обича, днес ще си срежа китките" а по-скоро от типа "human condition" (съжалявам, при все че съм филолог, това е непреводимо с разбираем термин на български). Ето няколко от любимите ми ужасно натъжаващи неща, които в зависимост от настроението ми могат, както каза Psychosis, да накарат съществото в мен да хлипа в ъгъла: Mum - The Ghosts You Draw On My Back M83 - Lower Your Eyelids to Die With the Sun Jean Michel Jarre - Ethnicolor 1 Stars of the Lid - Requiem For Dying Mothers A Silver Mt Zion - 13 Angels Standing Guard Round the Side of Your Bed Godspeed You Black Emperor - The Dead Flag Blues Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
afx Posted July 2, 2007 Share Posted July 2, 2007 Добрата музика не ти предлага емоцията изпята и сдъвкана, а тя я създава у теб, ти я преживяваш и пресъздаваш в себе си докато слушаш. ... Jean Michel Jarre - Ethnicolor 1 На кой го разправяш... за мен вокалите не са нищо повече от един инструмент. Много рядко ме интересува текста на парчетата. Ако съвпада с усещанията.. хубаво.. ако не... все тая. Даже по-скоро не искам да знам какво се пее за да не си развалям впечатлението... като например доста парчета на KoRn които съм слушал. Иначе Ethnicolor 1 наистина е.. mindfuck Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PSYCHOSIS Posted July 2, 2007 Share Posted July 2, 2007 Музиката сама по себе си не е нищо особено - дрънкане в такт с включване от време на време на някой, който природата е надарила с неграчещ (в повечето случаи) глас. Това, което я прави уникална, е емоцията, която поражда във всеки един от нас. Това, което искам да кажа, Curunir, е, че (запетайки рулз) реално няма значение дали песента е инструментална, или има вокали - всичко опира до това какво настроение ще предизвика в теб. Затова не мога много да се съглася с теорията ти за сдъвканата емоция. То така или иначе създателите на музика вкарват някаква емоция в нея (освен ако не са хардкор комерсиалисти и бълват парчетата ей така, за кеф) - въпросът е как ти ще я интерпретираш. Ето и от мен няколко отбрани "депресантски" песни. Препоръчвам ти да чуеш тези, които са ти непознати (ако има такива), както и гореспоменатата песен на Ayria. Diary of Dreams - Dead Letter Lacuna Coil - Falling Again Evanescence - Missing 10 Years - Silhouette of a Life Darkseed - Forever Stay Akira Amayoka - Room of Angel No Doubt - Don't Speak П.С. Аз лично бих превел human condition като "усещане за човек" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
VeGor Posted July 2, 2007 Share Posted July 2, 2007 Couldn't sleep so I went out walking Thinking about you and hearing us talking And all the things I should have said Echo now, inside my head Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Curunir Posted July 2, 2007 Share Posted July 2, 2007 Psychosis - Diary of Dreams ги имам, а Yamaoka болния човек от саундтрака на Silent Hill ли беше? Обещавам да потърся останалите неща, които са ми непознати! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BelfordRoxo Posted July 3, 2007 Share Posted July 3, 2007 Просто обожавам някои хора - как разказват, как мислят, какво ги вълнува... Имаме общи интереси. И аз просто искам да ги слушам (чета). Често го правя инкогнито, не държа те да ме опознаят (въпреки че в един директен разговор - не може да не се разкриеш). Та ето един мой любим момент: Когда я была в восьмом классе, я совершила Страшное. А именно – подложила на стул учительнице математики резиновую какашку. Сей плод ночей бессонных безвестных работников индустрии развлечений привезла мне из Москвы сестра. На ее взгляд, это было смешно. На мой, впрочем, тоже. Я решила поделиться радостью с другими и понесла подарок в школу. Тут надо сказать, что математика мне категорически не давалась. Такого физико-математического кретинизма, по общей оценке учителей, школа еще не видела. Соответственно, учителя математики меня не любили и иногда даже глумились. Я, впрочем, им взаимностью не отвечала, с моей точки зрения мы существовали как бы в параллельных вселенных, они сами по себе, я сама по себе. Пересеклись мы лишь однажды. Да-да, именно тогда. К тому моменту резиновая фекалия уже была опробована на родственниках, и каждый раз это было феерически смешно.Так что это не было попыткой мести или ответного глумления. Мне просто отчего-то показалось, что учительнице тоже станет смешно, оттого что вот лежит говно, прямо как настоящее, а однако же – резиновое! И возможно, учительница даже решит, что я не совсем пропащий член школьного общества. Получилось, естественно, наоборот. Когда стало очевидно, что гнев учительницы сейчас падет на безвинные головы (т.е. на тех, кто в затее не участвовал), эти самые головы меня моментально выдали, и докладную написали только на меня. Пытались вызвать в школу маму, но мама не пошла – ей было не до того. Поэтому для меня все закончилось многочисленными разбирательствами на классных часах и в кабинете завуча, где мне популярно объяснили, что если я еще раз… хоть что-нибудь… А перед учительницей я потом долго извинялась. Но она меня так и не простила – не поверила в искренность раскаяния, решила, что я издеваюсь. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sincity Posted July 3, 2007 Share Posted July 3, 2007 All my life, I worshipped her. Her golden voice, her beauty's beat. How she made us feel. How she made me real. And the ground beneath her feet. And the ground beneath her feet. And now I can't be sure of anything. Black is white, and cold is heat. For what I worshipped stole my love away. It was the ground beneath her feet. It was the ground beneath her feet. Go lightly down your darkened way. Go lightly underground. I'll be down there in another day. I won't rest until you're found. Let me love you, let me rescue you. Let me bring you where two roads meet. Oh, come back above. Where there is only love. Only love...................... My, oh, my! My, oh, my! My, oh, my! My, oh, my! My, oh, my! My, oh my! My, oh, my! My, oh, my! My, oh, my! My, oh, my! Let me love you true, let me rescue you Let me bring you to where two roads meet Let me love you true, let me rescue you Let me bring you to where two roads meet My, oh, my! My, oh, my! My, oh, my! My, oh, my! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
afx Posted July 5, 2007 Share Posted July 5, 2007 Paris_Hilton_Sex_Tape.wmv Paris: Say: "I love you" Пича с камерата: I love you... can I please... take off you panties. Ей тва е. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aquila Posted July 5, 2007 Share Posted July 5, 2007 "..Как може един народ да се гордее с трудолюбието си, като от 365 дни в годината 270 са празници...." Срещи с Буров Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RiMy_SuN Posted July 6, 2007 Share Posted July 6, 2007 Summer Breeze Type O Negative See the curtains hangin in the window In the evening on a Friday night A little light-a-shinin through the window Lets me know everythings all right Summer breeze makes me feel fine Blowin through the jasmine in my mind See the paper layin on the sidewalk A little music from the house next door So I walk on up to the door step Through the screen and across the floor Sweet days of summer - the jasmines in bloom July dressed up and playing her tune And I come home from a hard days work And you're waitin there Not a care in the world See the smile awaitin in the kitchen Food cookin and the plates for two Feel the arms that reach out to hold me In the evening when the day is through Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kreideiky Posted July 6, 2007 Share Posted July 6, 2007 hello my name is claude, what's yours i'm pleased to meet you i think we met before but i'm sorry i don't remember think i've seen your face before but i hope somewhere soon, just another day when i am locked upstairs in my room just wanna get born again make me warm again just another day with my friend just another day wasted again don't suppose and then again what's that i didn't hear you listening to my old friend whispering in my ear and did say tell ya i'm sorry well i didn't really mean it going back inside too wise to let me hide make me warm again yeah make me warm again yeah just another day with my friend just another day wasted again just another day like all the rest just another day spent in my head where all the good times that you've had are left behind you and all the bad times that you've known are locked inside you where all things you never known are locked outside you and all the good times that you've had are locked inside you (Don't stop tick tock) Just another day with my friend Just another day wasted again Just another day like all the rest Just another day spent in my head Just another day like all the rest Just another day well spent Don't stop tick tock 12 Rounds - 'Just Another Day' Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kopche Posted July 6, 2007 Share Posted July 6, 2007 Chambao - Como El Agua Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
VeGor Posted July 6, 2007 Share Posted July 6, 2007 наистина най-якия ММА хайлайт... твърде малко хора виждат красотата. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Curunir Posted July 6, 2007 Share Posted July 6, 2007 Morrowind Main Theme Изпълнена доволно зле от мен, в реално време на компютърна клавиатура. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Earthwalker Posted July 6, 2007 Share Posted July 6, 2007 наистина най-якия ММА хайлайт... твърде малко хора виждат красотата. Лоол, красота индийд, майна.Е, тва е риъл тупалка.А пък как завършва.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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