LPFC Posted March 9, 2005 Share Posted March 9, 2005 The Cranberries-Salvation To all those people doing lines don't do it, don't do it Inject your soul with liberty it's free, it's free To all the kids with heroin eyes don't do it, don't do it Because it's not, not what it seems No, no it's not, not what it seems Salvation, salvation, salvation is free To all those parents with sleepless nights (sleepless nights) Tie your kids home to their beds clean their heads To all the kids with heroin eyes don't do it, don't do it Because it's not, not what it seems No, no it's not, not what it seems Salvation, salvation, salvation is free Salvation, salvation, salvation is free Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BlackWinterDay Posted March 9, 2005 Share Posted March 9, 2005 Depeche Mode - Lie To Me Come on and lay with me Come on and lie to me Tell me you love me Say I'm the only one Experiences have a lasting impression But words once spoken Don't mean a lot now Belief is the way The way of the innocent And when I say innocent I should say naive So lie to me But do it with sincerity Make me listen Just for a minute Make me think There's some truth in it Promises made for convenience Aren't necessarily What we need Truth is a word That's lost its meaning The truth has become Merely half-truth So lie to me Like they do it in the factory Make me think That at the end of the day Some great reward Will be coming my way Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grimjaur Posted March 9, 2005 Share Posted March 9, 2005 To Die Is At Hand Malevolent Creation/The Fine Art of Murder(1998)/ (Music: Fasciana; lyrics: Hoffmann) Scoff at the bloodloss No feeling of repulsion Grabbing at insanity Life is your illusion You will die, I will not cry I will live, you will not You will die, I will not cry Black expands dying's at hand Stand firm upon battlements Many fall orders followed Weak die embarrassment Heroes' names are hallowed To die alone in terror Many die in horror Bodies clutch together For peace to try and restore You will die, I will not cry I will live, you will not You will die, I will not cry Black expands dying's at hand Plans are laid, bodies displayed Lands are taken, bones are breaking Scoff at the bloodloss No feeling of repulsion Grabbing at insanity Life is your illusion You will die, I will not cry I will live, you will not You will die, I will not cry Black expands dying's at hand Stand firm upon battlements Many fall orders followed Weak die embarrassment Heroes' names are hallowed To die alone in terror Many die in horror Bodies clutch together For peace to try and restore You will die, I will not cry I will live, you will not You will die, I will not cry Black expands dying's at hand Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PSYCHOSIS Posted March 10, 2005 Share Posted March 10, 2005 When you dream there are no rules. People can fly. Anything can happen. Sometimes there's a moment as you're waking and you become aware of the real world around you, but you are still dreaming. You may think you can fly but you better not try. (David Duchovny, "Kalifornia") Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest liquid Posted March 10, 2005 Share Posted March 10, 2005 You're always gonna have problems lifting a body in one piece. Apparently the best thing to do is cut up a corpse into six pieces and pile it all together. nd when you got your six pieces, you gotta get rid of them, because it's no good leaving it in the deep freeze for your mum to discover, now is it? Then I hear the best thing to do is feed them to pigs. You got to starve the pigs for a few days, then the sight of a chopped-up body will look like curry to a pisshead. You gotta shave the heads of your victims, and pull the teeth out for the sake of the piggies' digestion. You could do this afterwards, of course, but you don't want to go sievin' through pig shit, now do you? They will go through bone like butter. You need at least sixteen pigs to finish the job in one sitting, so be wary of any man who keeps a pig farm. They will go through a body that weighs 200 pounds in about eight minutes. That means that a single pig can consume two pounds of uncooked flesh every minute. Hence the expression, "as greedy as a pig." Snatch Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grimjaur Posted March 10, 2005 Share Posted March 10, 2005 Към таз' земя Балканджи/Awake(2001)/ Към таз’ земя тръгвам отново Намирам я И ето пак разпознавам Себе си в някой друг Откривам сам Това което оставих И слагам край на страховете Защото пак съм тук Отварям очи и виждам народа си Прегръщам тълпата и раждам се пак Задъхан изкачвам нагоре към светлото И мисля че не съм сам Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grimjaur Posted March 11, 2005 Share Posted March 11, 2005 Sweet Desire Lullacry/Sweet Desire(1999)/ SO LONG HAVE YOU DRUNK BITTER TEARS TURNING HOPES INTO FEARS EVERY WOUND IN YOUR SOUL HAS A STORY TO TELL GETTING BIGGER LIKE THE RIPPLES IN A WELL ALWAYS HIDDEN BEHIND BLIND EYES SHELTERING YOUR GRIEF AND LIES YOU HAVE COVERED YOURSELF WITH FIRE COME ON AND TASTE THE SWEET DESIRE GLOWING FIRE GETTING HIGHER COME AND TASTE THE SWEET DESIRE Sweet Desire Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kreideiky Posted March 12, 2005 Share Posted March 12, 2005 Humming All the way to reno You’ve dusted the non believers And challenged the laws of chance Now, sweet You were so sugar sweet You may as well have had ’kick me’ Fastened on your sleeve You know what you are You’re gonna be a star You know what you are You’re gonna be a star Wing Is written on your feet Your achilles heel Is a tendency To dream But you’ve know that from the beginning You didn’t have to go so far You didn’t have to go. You know what you are You’re gonna be a star You know what you are You’re gonna be a star You know who you are You know who you are You know who you are. Humming All the way to reno, You’ve written your own directions And whistled the rules of change You know what you are You’re gonna be a star You know what you are You’re gonna be a star You know what you are You’re gonna be a star You know what you are You’re gonna be a star Humming All the way to reno You’re gonna be a star, you are You’re gonna be a star, You’re gonna be a star, you are You’re gonna be a star R.E.M. - All The Way To Reno Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RiMy_SuN Posted March 13, 2005 Share Posted March 13, 2005 Писмо до теб Вдигни очи ! За мен вдигни очи ! Защо? Не питай ! Просто погледни ме ! Помилвай ме и просто помълчи ... И ако искаш двама да мълчим. Защо ? Не питай ! Ти ще разбереш - загледай се в погледа ми влажен очите, ако можеш да четеш, очите, вместо мене ще ти кажат. В тях блести сега една сълза, а твоят смях е птичка под небето. Ръцете ти са клонки на бреза, а аз живях без сини небеса, без пролети, без цъфнали надежди. Очите ти са капчици роса, в които небесата се оглеждат. Лицето ти е цялото в светлина, косите ти горят като житата. А в моите нощи нямаше луна, затуй израснах блед сред тъмнината, затуй протягам смръзнали ръце и жадно през очите ти надничам. През тях се вижда твоето сърце и затуй тъй много те обичам ! Когато си помисля,че и ти Когато си помисля, че и ти ще си отидеш някой ден от мене и подир тебе пътните врати ще се полюшват празни и студени, и небесата ще се вкаменят, и птиците от скръб ще остареят, а аз ще стана празен кръстопът, по който само ветрове ще веят, едно небе ще смазва моя гръб, в гърдите си ще нося тежък камък и хорските усмивки ще са скръб - когато си помисля, че те няма. Когато си помисля...Не, не, не! Но ти си тук - усещам те във здрача. Заспивайки на твойте колене ще се насмея и ще се наплача... Сърцето ми събрано на юмрук полека се отпуска в твойте пръсти. Да, ти си тук! Усещам, че си тук по утрото, което пак възкръсва. Дамян Дамянов Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alliance Posted March 13, 2005 Share Posted March 13, 2005 Трактат за краката Преди да започна трактата, искам да се оправдая един вид, че не мога да се оправя с тия понятия и имена и това си е. Подскачат като жаби из сивото ми мозъчно блато. Ето например винаги се обърквам, като стане дума за пишуща върба и плачуща машина, но пък има красота някаква в тия съчетания. Истинското недоразумение обаче настъпи, когато мой приятел от чужбина ми донесе една Далай Лама. Взех я уж да пази апартамента от крадци. Обаче няма такова нещо — седи си тя на балкона и по цял ден се моли. И на ветеринар я водих. Не. Той ми каза, че най-вероятно става дума за странна порода, а тя пак стои и се моли. Друг един приятел, който разбира много от религиозните въпроси, ми каза, че вероятно са ми донесли Да Нелай Лама. А ако мяука, значи е Да Мяука Лама. Съседите твърдят, че всяка есенна вечер от балкона ми се чувало кикотене и кикучене и било ад да се спи, сякаш се намирали на някаква Клокотница или Клокучница. А Далай Ламата, като ме види, само си седи и се моли, все едно че няма нищо общо с моето психично здраве. Аз и други работи бъркам — много ми е интересно каква е разликата между хемороиди и изумруди. Но съм сигурен, че не съм виждал пръстен с хемороид. Ей това ми е проблемът. Докато си стоя и се съзерцавам, взема, че изгубя връзката. Аз съм много разсеян и постоянно губя някакви неща. Докторът също ми каза, че съм си изгубил логическото мислене, обаче аз не съм съгласен с това. Имам не само логическо, но и хиперлогическо мислене, което напоследък даже ми пречи. Ето по тая причина ще ви дам един кратък, но съдържателен пример за натрапчиво логическо мислене. Вероятно мнозина от вас си задават въпроса: защо миришат краката? Отговорът е гениално прост — защото започват от задника. Добре тогава: защо рибата се вмирисва откъм главата? Отговорът и на този въпрос е гениално прост. Рибата няма крака. Мъжете се вмирисват откъм краката, от което следва, че те не са риби. Но по-важното е, че им миришат краката. Миризливите крака досега не са били обект на литературни изследвания. Затова аз ще попълня тази очебийна празнина. Такъв съм си аз — обичам да попълвам разни очебийни празнини. Обаче ми се струва малко олигофренско да четете нещо, в което основният проблем са миризливите крака. Тъпо си е. Затова спирам, но ако някой все пак се интересува как да спрат да му миришат краката, нека просто внимателно да ги сложи на трамвайните релси. Както се казва: няма крака — няма проблем. Но релсите си остават. Какво пък, това си е тяхна работа. Толкова за краката. Сега ще ви поговоря за нещо съвсем друго. Да поговорим за чорапите. Не, и това е някак си тъпо. Оставяме чорапите встрани. Време е за поезия от най-висш порядък. Ето я и нея: Непознати във влака Ухаят ти краката в мрака, изпълват цялото купе, а влакът тихичко си трака, на мене малко ми е зле. Всичко, което прочетохте до момента, е някак си тъпо. И стихотворението не е много добро. В смисъл, че никоя страна не би взела текста му за национален химн. Просто не звучи гордо, не извисява някак си и никакъв Дунав отникъде не се синее. Той може и да се синее Дунав в текста, но когато човек влезе в него, коя е първата част от тялото му, която се топва в синеенето? Краката. Ето че пак стигнахме до тях. Еее, започват да ме изнервят тия крака. Няма да говоря повече за тях. Да опитам нещо съвсем друго. Миналата година бях в Полша. Там посетих Краков. Не, и това не става, пак се появяват краката. Сега ще опитам нещо съвсем неутрално. Нещо, в което да няма и най-малък намек за крака. Нещо възвишено и поетично. Например за луната. Тиха нощ, свята нощ. Луната нежно е блеснала върху тихия звезден небосвод. Но там някъде, в необозримия космос, е имало човек. И какво е направил той? Стъпил е на луната. С какво е стъпил, питам аз? С краката си — е гениалният отговор. Ако Армстронг нямаше крака, никога нямаше да остави отпечатъците си там. Не, няма отърване от тия крака. Натрапчива мисъл и това си е. Само крака са ми в главата. Толкова много крака минават през главата ми, че мозъкът ми прилича на прозорец на сутерен. Представяте ли си какво движение има вътре? Ходят, трополят, спират се, разминават се хиляди крака и към всеки два крака се пада по една съдба. Съдби, съдби. Съдбата на човека. Не, не беше това. Май беше „Повест за истинския човек“. Спомняте ли си тази книга? Главният герой е летецът Мересиев. Самолетът му е улучен и пада. Той остава без крака, обаче продължава да върви през степта и оцелява. Адски трогателно. То ако се замисли човек върху заглавието, излиза, че ако човек има крака, не е истински. Ами то излиза, че например стоножката е дълбоко неистински човек. Да, точно така, тя и два крака да изгуби, с другите може да си ходи колкото и където си иска. Тъпа работа. То и затова няма повест за истинската стоножка. Няма и да има, освен ако аз не седна и не я напиша. Обаче вече малко ми се спи. Не, не е от лекарствата. Стига с тия крака. Сега ще заспя. Много обичам да сънувам, че летя. Сигурно в предишния си живот съм бил птица. Кой знае, може пък да съм бил самолет или пилот. Ето пак тоя Мересиев. Какво ми се е загнездила тая мисъл в мозъка. Хубаво определение. Значи си е направила гнездо в мозъка ми. Интересно дали утре ще го видят на скенера. Е, аз вече заспивам. Лека нощ. Докато спя, ще си позволя да ви разкажа още една история. Ако заспите внимателно, докато четете тези редове, най-вероятно ще я прочетете. Шегувам се, аз не съм чак толкова голям кретен. Ами какво: „Лека нощ омайна, сладка!“. И не се отпускайте, аз пиша всеки месец по един трактат. Такъв ми е цикълът. Въпреки че като циклофреник не ми дават да цикля паркети, особено по домовете. А, и сега вече наистина: „Лека нощ!“ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grimjaur Posted March 15, 2005 Share Posted March 15, 2005 Return of the Warlord Manowar Now The Time Has Come When All Is Said And Done We're Back Together On The Road It's Time To Fly No More Time To Wait You Know It Feels So Great Wearin Leather On A Horse Of Steel I Ride I Ain't Waitin To Get Old I'm Runnin Hot I'm Never Cold Kiss My Ass If You Don't Like Me I Don't Care I Got My Wheels Got My Friends We're On The Road Again We're All Crazy Gonna Ride Until We Die Time To Burn You Losers Better Learn No One Controls Our Goddamn Life We'll Do Just What We Feel Riding Horses Made Of Steel We're Here To Burn Up The Night Losers Try To Put Us Down It's Just Another Day I Got No Money Or Big House Just Got Life I Don't Like To Save It's More Fun To Spend If You Like Metal You're My Friend And That Bike Out In The Yard Well That's My Wife Don't Try To Understand Me My Family Never Will Had To Punch My Teacher Out Now He's Chilled I Might Stay In School Or Die In Prision Either Way It's My Decision One More Beer And Heavy Metal And I'm Just Fine Time To Burn You Losers Better Learn No One Controls Our Goddamn Life We'll Do Just What We Feel Riding Horses Made Of Steel We're Here To Burn Up The Night We Are The Undefeated We're Not Living In The Past We're Here Tonight To Kick Some Goddamn Ass Feel The Power Of The Wheel Lets Drink To Riding Steel Livin Hard And Ridin Fast Time To Burn You Losers Better Learn No One Controls Our Goddamn Life We'll Do Just What We Feel Riding Horses Made Of Steel We're Here To Burn Up The Night Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kreideiky Posted March 15, 2005 Share Posted March 15, 2005 Tonto el que no entienda Cuenta una leyenda Que una hembra gitana Conjuro a la luna hasta el amanecer Llorando pedia Al llegar el dia Desposar un cale Tendras a tu hombre piel morena Desde el cielo hablo la luna llena Pero a cambio quiero El hijo primero Que le engendres a el Que quien su hijo inmola Para no estar sola Poco le iba a querer. Luna quieres ser madre Y no encuentras querer Que te haga mujer Dime luna de plata Que pretendes hacer Con un niño de piel Hijo de la luna. De padre canela nacio un niño Blanco como el lomo de un armiño Con los ojos grises En vez de aceituna Niño albino de luna Maldita su estampa Este hijo es de un payo Y yo no me lo cayo. Luna quieres ser madre Y no encuentras querer Que te haga mujer Dime luna de plata Que pretendes hacer Con un niño de piel Hijo de la luna. Gitano al creerse deshonrado Se fue a su mujer cuchillo en mano ¿De quien es el hijo? Me has engañao fijo Y de muerte la hirio Luego se hizo al monte Con el niño en brazos Y alli le abandono. Luna quieres ser madre Y no encuentras querer Que te haga mujer Dime luna de plata Que pretendes hacer Con un niño de piel Hijo de la luna. Y en las noches que haya luna llena Sera porque el niño este de buenas Y si el niño llora Menguara la luna Para hacerle una cuna Y si el niño llora Menguara la luna Para hacerle una cuna. =============== Translation: A legend tells of a gipsy woman Who pleaded with the moon until dawn. Weeping, she begged for a gipsy man To marry the following day. "You'll have your man, tawny skin," Said the full moon from the sky. "But in return I want the first child That you have with him. Because she who sacrifices her child So that she is not alone, Isn't likely to love him very much." Moon, you want to be mother, But you cannot find a love Who makes you a woman. Tell me, silver moon, What you intend to do With a child of flesh. A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha, Son of the moon. From a cinnamon-skinned father A son was born, White as the back of an ermine, With grey eyes instead of olive -- Moon's albino child. "Damn his appearance! This is not a gipsy man's son And I will not put up with that." Believing to be dishonoured, The gipsy went to his wife, A knife in his hand. "Whose son is this? You've certainly fooled me!" And he wounded her mortally. Then he went to the woodlands With the child in his arms And left it behind there. And the nights the moon is full It is because the child Is in a good mood. And if the child cries, The moon wanes To make him a cradle. And if the child cries, The moon wanes To make him a cradle. Mecano - Hijo De La Luna Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jane_Doe Posted March 15, 2005 Share Posted March 15, 2005 ...what?How did you know?...I love this son'! Makin' my way downtoun, Walkin' fast Faces pass And I'm home bound. * * * And I need you And I miss you And now I wonder... * * * If I could fall Into the sky, Do you think time Would pass me by, 'Cause you know I'd walkin' thousand miles If I could just...See you.... TONIGHT by "White Chicks" P.S.a,znam 4e ne e tuk mqstoto,no vse pak par4eto me kefi i ...dali nqkoi znae kak se kazva:) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kreideiky Posted March 16, 2005 Share Posted March 16, 2005 P.S.a,znam 4e ne e tuk mqstoto,no vse pak par4eto me kefi i ...dali nqkoi znae kak se kazva:) <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Vanessa Carlton - 1000 Miles ............... Like A Feeling That I'm Down Deep Inside My Heart Like I'M Looking Out Through Splitting Blood Red Windows In My Heart From A Higher Up Than Heaven And A Harder Down Than Stone Shake The Fear That Always Clawing Pulls Me Clawing Down Alone As I Spitting Splitting Blood Red Breaking Windows In My Heart And The Past Is Taunting Fear Of Ghosts Is Forcing Me Apart And The Further I Get From The Things That I Care About The Less I Care About How Much Further Away I Get... I Am Lost Again With Everything Gone And More Alone Than I Have Ever Been I Expect You To Understand To Feel It Too But I Know That Even If You Will You Cannot Ever Help Me Nor Can I Ever Help You The Cure - Fear Of Ghosts Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BlackWinterDay Posted March 16, 2005 Share Posted March 16, 2005 Depeche Mode - Barrel of a gun Do you mean this horny creep Set upon weary feet Who looks in need of sleep That doesn't come This twisted, tortured mess This bed of sinfulness Who's longing for some rest And feeling numb What do you expect of me What is it you want Whatever you've planned for me I'm not the one A vicious appetite Visits me each night And won't be satisfied Won't be denied An unbearable pain A beating in my brain That leaves the mark of Cain Right here inside What am I supposed to do When everything that I've done Is leading me to conclude I'm not the one Whatever I've done I've been staring down the barrel of a gun Is there something you need from me Are you having your fun I never agreed to be Your holy one Whatever I've done I've been staring down the barrel of a gun Depeche Mode - Sweetest Perfection The sweetest perfection To call my own The slightest correction Couldn't finely hone The sweetest infection Of body and mind Sweetest injection Of any kind I stop and I stare too much Afraid that I care too much And I hardly dare to touch For fear that the spell may be broken When I need a drug in me And it brings out the thug in me Feel something tugging me Then I want the real thing not tokens Things you'd expect to be Having effect on me Pass undetectedly But everyone knows what has got me Takes me completely Touches me sweetly Reaches so deeply I know that nothing can stop me Sweetest perfection An offer was made An assorted collection But I wouldn't trade Takes me complelty Touches so sweetly Reaches so deeply Nothing can stop me Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BlackWinterDay Posted March 16, 2005 Share Posted March 16, 2005 Depeche Mode - Leave In Silence I've told myself so many times before But this time I think I mean it for sure We have reached a full stop Nothing's going to save us from the big drop Reached our natural conclusion Outlived the illusion I hate being in these situations That call for diplomatic relations If I only knew the answer Or I thought we had a chance Or I could stop this I would stop this thing From spreading like a cancer What can I say I don't want to play anymore What can I say I'm heading for the door I can't stand this emotional violence Leave in silence Leave in silence We've been running around in circles all year Doing this and that and getting nowhere This will be the last time I think I said that last time If I only had a potion Some magical lotion That could stop this I would set the wheels in motion Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PSYCHOSIS Posted March 16, 2005 Share Posted March 16, 2005 (deleted поради повтаряне) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest liquid Posted March 17, 2005 Share Posted March 17, 2005 Dream Theater "Metropolis - Part I 'The Miracle and the Sleeper'" The smile of dawn Arrived early May She carried a gift from her home The night shed a tear To tell her of fear And of sorrow and pain She'll never outgrow Death is the first dance, eternal ... I was told there's a miracle for each day that I try I was told there's a new love that's born for each one that has died I was told there'd be no one to call on when I feel alone and afraid I was told if you dream of the next world You'll find yourself swimming in a lake of fire As a child, I thought I could live without pain without sorrow But as a man I've found it's all caught up with me I'm asleep yet I'm so afraid Somewhere like a scene from a memory There's a picture worth a thousand words Eluding stares from faces before me It hides away and will never be heard of again Deceit is the second without end ... Love is the Dance of Eternity Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BlackWinterDay Posted March 17, 2005 Share Posted March 17, 2005 Depeche Mode - Insight This is an insight Into my life This is a strange flight I'm taking My true will Carries me along This is a soul dance Embracing me This is the first chance To put things right Moving on Guided by the light And the spirit of love Is rising within me Talking to you now Telling you clearly The fire still burns Wisdom of ages Rush over me Heighten my senses Enlighten me Lead me on Eternally And the spirit of love Is rising within me Talking to you now Telling you clearly The fire still burns I'm talking to you now The fire still burns Whatever you do now You've got to give love The world still turns I'm talking to you now Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PSYCHOSIS Posted March 17, 2005 Share Posted March 17, 2005 "Бъдете щастливи, дори когато се карате за глупости!" (реплика от "Бедната Настя") Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grimjaur Posted March 17, 2005 Share Posted March 17, 2005 "Без борба - няма победа!" Девиз на В.Р.Е.Д.А. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Phoenix Posted March 17, 2005 Share Posted March 17, 2005 "По-добре господар в рая, отколкото слуга в рая!" То не е точно "любим момент", ама много ми помага в живота Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
redmadman Posted March 17, 2005 Share Posted March 17, 2005 X -team Живота е мисъл Лежа, затворил очи и се замислям колко остава, какво ще става, къде ще завърши и дали ще продължава, завинаги това което умея, за коета живея, с което се гордея, че ще успея душевно и материално да забогатия. Или това което се прави на сила, не по собствена воля само защото не може да бъде избегнато даже и след завоя наречен провал. Трябва ли нещо или не трябва да се извърши само защото трябва и налага да се направи. Кой решава? Кой повелявя? Кой позволяза или помага? Кое е наистина важно и значещо истинско и остава? И какво от това като остане, но цената за него била е голяма и след безсилните дерзание срещнал си преграда. Май че живота е една олимпиада, в която всеки бяга, един награда получава друг се спъва и пада. Или губи или побеждава, но гаранция не дава, че след минута следващия може да те надвишава. Но за разлика от спорта в живота финална права няма или ако има е или крива и бодлива и лъжлива и със сигурност не е правдива, а ти дава или кофти или нечестна алтернатива. Въпреки това за мене няма бариери, плюя на всички готови за кариери да потъпчат човек и да забравям маниери. Изискани, но със задни мисли изписани, на челата им увиснали. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eclipse Posted March 17, 2005 Share Posted March 17, 2005 Nirvana - Come as you are I'm so happy 'cause today I've found my friends ... They're in my head I'm so ugly, but that's okay, 'cause so are you ... We've broken our mirrors (Alt: We broke our mirrors) Sunday morning is everyday for all I care ... And I'm not scared Light my candles, in a daze 'Cause I've found god Hey, hey hey I'm so lonely, but that's okay, I shaved my head ... And I'm not sad And just maybe I'm to blame for all I've heard ... But I'm not sure I'm so excited, I can't wait to meet you there ... But I don't care I'm so horny, but that's okay ... My will is good Hey, hey hey I like it - I'm not gonna crack I miss you - I'm not gonna crack I love you - I'm not gonna crack I killed you - I'm not gonna crack I'm so happy 'cause today I've found my friends ... They're in my head I'm so ugly, but that's okay, 'cause so are you ... We've bBoken our mirrors (Alt: We broke our mirrors) Sunday morning is everyday for all I care ... And I'm not scared Light my candles in a daze ... 'Cause I've found god Hey, hey hey I like it - I'm not gonna crack I miss you - I'm not gonna crack I love you - I'm not gonna crack I killed you - I'm not gonna crack KoЯn - Dead bodies everywhere Come on, step inside, and you will realize. Tell me what you need, tell me what to be. What's your vision? You'll see, what do you expect of me? I cant live that lie. Hey! I've sick mom, With a fucked dad. Dealing with your life. Dead bodies everywhere. You! Really want me to be a good son. Why? You make me feel like no one. Let me strip the plain, let me not give in. Free me of your life, inside my heart dies. Your dreams never achieved, don't lay that shit on me. Let me live my... life. You want me to be, something I can never ever be! Dead bodies everywhere! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grimjaur Posted March 17, 2005 Share Posted March 17, 2005 I Am The Black Wizards Emperor Mightiest am I, but I am not alone in this cosmos of mine. For the black hills consist of black souls, souls that already died one thousand deaths. Behind the stone walls of centuries they breed their black art. Boiling their spells in cauldrons of black gold. Far up in the mountains, where the rain fall not far, yet the sun cannot reach. The wizards, my servants, summon the souls of macrocosm. No age will escape my wrath. I travel though time and I return to the future. I gather wisdom now lost. I visit again the eternally ancient caves, before a mighty Emperor thereupon came. Watching the mortals "discovering" my chronicles, guarded by the old demons, even unknown to me. Once destroyed to feast upon the screaming souls that was destroyed in my future. How many wizards that serve me with evil. I know not. My empires has no limits. From the never ending mountains black, to the bottom lakes. I am the ruler and has been for eternity's long. My wizards are many, but their essence is mine. Forever there are in the hills in their stone homes of grief. Because I am the spirit of their existence. I am them Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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