VeGor Posted December 8, 2005 Share Posted December 8, 2005 On a day On a lonely day Hold me You said hold me Closer to your heart Lonely so lonely It seems we fall apart Don’t let it fall apart On a day On a lonely day like today I awoke the sky was grey We were born dead I’m waiting for the day The day we rise again On a day On a lonely day like today I awoke the sky was grey Deadly pale as you slowly slip away One day we’ll rise again Lovely my lovely A glimmer in the dark Lonely so lonely Can’t help but break apart No glue to mend this heart I always fall I always fall apart Don’t hold on to me My love won’t set you free As empty as can be I wander aimlessly De/Vision... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aquila Posted December 8, 2005 Share Posted December 8, 2005 Theres a feeling within Getting under my skin Breakdown My plane just hit the ground Got control over me Got a rise out of me Downfall Full tilt against the wall Of all the things I would ever do I only regret the fact That I ever put my trust in you I can't go on denying A part of me is dying Whenever I'm in you Is it me? Is it you? I can't go on pretending This is how we're ending I stopped dreaming of you And the things we would do Like a thorn in the side A distortion of life No way, can't take another day Every storm you create Every feeling I fake Wake up, my truth became a slut How hard you try, no matter what you do In the end, my dear Your love won't never be enough for two I can't go on denying A part of me is dying Whenever I'm in you Is it me? Is it you? I can't go on pretending This is how we're ending I stopped dreaming of you And the things we would do I can't go on denying... I can't go on pretending This is how we're ending I stopped dreaming of you And the things we would do This is how we're ending I'm not dreaming of you This is how we're ending I'm not dreaming of you I'm not dreaming of you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BlackWinterDay Posted December 8, 2005 Share Posted December 8, 2005 AC/DC - Let there be rock In the beginning Back in nineteen fifty-five Man didn't know about a rock 'n' roll show And all that jive The white man had the smoltz The black man had the blues No one knew what they was gonna do But Tchaikovsky had the news He said - "Let there be light", and there was light "Let there be sound", and there was sound "Let there be drums", and there was drums "Let there be guitar", and there was guitar "Let there be rock" And it came to pass That rock 'n' roll was born All across the land every rockin' band Was blowing up a storm The guitarman got famous The businessman got rich And in every bar there was a super star With a seven year itch There were fifteen million fingers Learning how to play And you could hear the fingers picking And this is what they had to say "Let there be light" "Sound" "Drums" "Guitar" "Let there be rock" One night in a club called `The Shaking Hand' There was a ninety-two decibel rocking band The music was good and the music was loud And the singer turned and he said to the crowd - "Let there be rock" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kopche Posted December 8, 2005 Share Posted December 8, 2005 Imagine - John Lennon Imagine there's no heaven, It's easy if you try, No hell below us, Above us only sky, Imagine all the people living for today... Imagine there's no countries, It isnt hard to do, Nothing to kill or die for, No religion too, Imagine all the people living life in peace... Imagine no possesions, I wonder if you can, No need for greed or hunger, A brotherhood of man, Imagine all the people Sharing all the world... You may say Im a dreamer, but Im not the only one, I hope some day you'll join us, And the world will live as one. rest in peace Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aquila Posted December 9, 2005 Share Posted December 9, 2005 "Ако можех да съм рибар, щях да бъда рибар. Ако можех да бъда нещо друго, а не това, което съм, бих го направил. Не е много леко да си творец. Разбирате ли, да пишеш не е удоволствие, а мъчение. Четох за Ван Гог, Бетховен и другите- онзи ден четох една статия- ами ако тогава е имало психиатри, нямаше да имаме сега великите картини на Гоген. А тия мръсни копелета ни изстискват до смърт и затова сме като дресирани животни в цирк. В такъв смисъл ми е обидно да съм творец, да свиря за разни идиоти, които нищо не разбират. Те нищо не чувстват; аз съм този, който чувства, защото аз изразявам чувства. Те водят въображаем живот чрез мен и чрез другите творци, а ние сме тези, които... Същото е дори с боксьорите- когато Оскар се появи на ринга, се скъсваха да го освиркват. Удари Клей само веднъж и започнаха да го аплодират. Ето това ми е обидно. Аз всъщност бих предпочел да съм сред зрителите, но не мога. Винаги съм мечтал да стана рибар. Знам, че е глупаво и че предпочитам да съм богат, отколкото беден и така нататък, но болката... Как ми се ще да съм... Невежеството е блажено състояние, нещо такова. Ако си невеж, не те боли, или поне на мене така ми се струва." Watching The Wheels People say I'm crazy doing what I'm doing, Well they give me all kinds of warnings to save me from ruin, When I say that I'm o.k. they look at me kind of strange, Surely your not happy now you no longer play the game, People say I'm lazy dreaming my life away, Well they give me all kinds of advice designed to enlighten me, When I tell that I'm doing Fine watching shadows on the wall, Don't you miss the big time boy you're no longer on the ball? I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round, I really love to watch them roll, No longer riding on the merry-go-round, I just had to let it go, People asking questions lost in confusion, Well I tell them there's no problem, Only solutions, Well they shake their heads and they look at me as if I've lost my mind, I tell them there's no hurry... I'm just sitting here doing time, I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round, I really love to watch them roll, No longer riding on the merry-go-round, I just had to let it go. John Lennon (October 9, 1940 – December 8, 1980) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grimjaur Posted December 9, 2005 Share Posted December 9, 2005 Михаил Белчев - Откровение Не съм изпял до края песента, не съм разказал цялото си лято. По слънцето останаха петна, дано със лакът ги изтрие някой. Китарата ми - кой ли я проби? Вода нахлу в корубата и куха и бяла кърпа в струните извих - дано останат пръстите ми сухи. По дъното ще стигна до брега - 'не е дълбоко' махам отдалече, а всички много кротко се пекат, не виждат флага как чернее вече. Не виждат флага как чернее вече. И вдетинявам своето лице, тъй както често свива се юмрука, седи си мой приятел срещу мен, въздишаме и гледаме наслука. По дъното ще стигна до брега - 'не е дълбоко' махам отдалече, а всички много кротко се пекат, не виждат флага как чернее вече. Не виждат флага как чернее вече. Остана ми една-едничка стръв - към своята си мъка да доплувам. Приятеля оставих в кафене, в което даже нищо се купува Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BlackWinterDay Posted December 10, 2005 Share Posted December 10, 2005 Depeche mode - It`s called a heart There's something beating here inside my body And it's called a heart You know how easy it is To tear it apart If I lend it to you Will you keep it safe for me I'll lend it to you If you treat it tenderly There's something beating here inside my body And it's called a heart There's a sun shining in the sky But that's not the reason why I'm feeling warm inside The answer isn't classified, it's my heart From the moment I started I tried to be goodhearted Yes I tried my best And more or less I spoke from my heart There's a lot to be learnt And you learn when you heart gets burnt Hearts could never be owned Hearts only come on loan If I want it back I will take it back, I'll take my heart But I will try my best and more or less I will speak from my heart Yes I will speak from my heart Speak from my heart Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aquila Posted December 11, 2005 Share Posted December 11, 2005 Душа примряла на прозореца увисна на въжета изтъкани с бледи пурпурни лъжи истина изхълца, шия си отпусна каза сбогом на блуждаещи искри напусна блясъци неистински затри надежди уж добри отлетя към светове където истина в очите бди yanaaneva Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
E.T. Posted December 11, 2005 Share Posted December 11, 2005 Coldplay-Clocks Lights go out and I can't be saved Tides that I tried to swim against You've put me down upon my knees Oh I beg, I beg and plead (singing) Come out of things unsaid, shoot an apple of my head (and a) Trouble that can't be named, tigers waiting to be tamed (singing) You are, you are Confusion never stops, closing walls and ticking clocks (gonna) Come back and take you home, I could not stop, that you now know (singing) Come out upon my seas, curse missed opportunities (am I) A part of the cure, or am I part of the disease (singing) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mauler Posted December 11, 2005 Share Posted December 11, 2005 И така те тръгнаха нататък и след като повървяха малко, Кристофър Робин попита: - Какво най-много обичаш да правиш на този свят, Пух? - Ами - каза Пух - какво обичам най-много ... - И той се спря да помисли, Защото, при все че да Ядеш Мед е много хубаво нещо, има един миг, точно преди да започнеш да ядеш, който е по-хубав, отколкото когато вече си започнал, но той не знаеше как се нарича това. После си помисли, че да бъде с Кристофър Робин е много хубаво нещо и да имаш приятел като Прасчо до себе си също е много хубаво. И като размисли всичко това, той каза: "Това, което обичам най-много на този свят, е Аз и Прасчо да дойдем да те видим и ти да ни кажеш: "Какво ще кажете за нещо малко?", и аз да кажа: "Не бих имал нищо против, а ти, Прасчо?", и вън да е ден за тананикане и птичките да пеят. - И на мен това ми харесва - каза Кристофър Робин. - Но най обичам да правя Нищо. - Как го правиш Нищото? - попита Пух, след като дълго се чуди. - Ами когато някой ти викне - точно когато си тръгнал да го правиш - "Какво ще правиш, Кристофър Робин?", и ти отговориш: "О, нищо", и тогава отиваш и го правиш. - О, разбрах! - каза Пух. - Ето това, което сега правим, е нищо. - О, разбрах - каза пак Пух. - То значи да се скиташ, да се вслушваш във всичко, което не можеш да чуеш, и за нищо да не те е грижа. - О! - каза Пух. Къщичката в Къта на Пух Алън А. Милн Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
VeGor Posted December 12, 2005 Share Posted December 12, 2005 There's another world inside of me That you may never see There're secrets in this life That I can't hide Somewhere in this darkness There's a light that I can't find Maybe it's too far away... Maybe I'm just blind... Maybe I'm just blind... [chorus] So hold me when I'm here Right me when I'm wrong Hold me when I'm scared And love me when I'm gone Everything I am And everything in me Wants to be the one You wanted me to be I'll never let you down Even if I could I'd give up everything If only for your good So hold me when I'm here Right me when I'm wrong You can hold me when I'm scared You won't always be there So love me when I'm gone [end chorus] Love me when I'm gone... When your education x-ray Can not see under my skin I won't tell you a damn thing That I could not tell my friends Roaming through this darkness I'm alive but I'm alone Part of me is fighting this But part of me is gone [chorus] Maybe I'm just blind... [chorus] Love me when I'm gone... Love me when I'm gone When I'm Gone When I'm Gone When I'm Gone Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
noxious Posted December 12, 2005 Share Posted December 12, 2005 Well I'm rather upper class high society God's gift to ballroom notoriety And I always fill my ballroom The event is never small The social pages say I've got The biggest balls of all I've got big balls I've got big balls They're such big balls And they're dirty big balls And he's got big balls And she's got big balls But we've got the biggest balls of them all And my balls are always bouncing My ballroom always full And everybody comes and comes again If your name is on the guest list No one can take you higher Everybody says I've got Great balls of fire I've got big balls Oh I've got big balls And they're such big balls Dirty big balls And he's got big balls And she's got big balls But we've got the biggest balls of them all Some balls are held for charity And some for fancy dress But when they're held for pleasure They're the balls that I like best My balls are always bouncing To the left and to the right It's my belief that my big balls Should be held every night (oh) We've got big balls We've got big balls We've got big balls Dirty big balls He's got big balls She's got big balls But we've got the biggest balls of them all (oh we've got big balls, we've got big balls...) And I'm just itching to tell you about them Oh we have such wonderful fun Seafood cocktail, crabs, crayfish... (but we've got the biggest balls of them all) ball sucker (11 times) big balls Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
second.life.syndrome Posted December 12, 2005 Share Posted December 12, 2005 When you start to feel comfortably numb and when you listen but everything is out of tune and when you have lost your focus and when you ask yourself is there anybody in there and when you see nobody out there and when you feel the ice in you growing a bit every day and when you have all the time in the world and when you have nothing to do and when you just stare blank and when you see in color only your memories and when you want to turn off the sun it's maybe the time when you have to pack your stuff and go. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aquila Posted December 12, 2005 Share Posted December 12, 2005 Ти никога не ще си моя, никога! Аз знам това и все пак те обичам. Не аз самият - той ти се обрича. И двама с теб - разнопосочни влакове един към друг се носим като слепи. С надежда да се срещнем. В миг. Все някога. Дори чрез сблъсък. В катастрофа. Все пак някога. Дамян Дамянов Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
juji Posted December 12, 2005 Share Posted December 12, 2005 Аз съм мишена. Жива, топла, снишил съм се и бягам през полето. По мен стрелят всички, които си щато. Лицето ми е мръсно и потно, дрехите ми са мръсни, обущата-скъсани, под ноктите ми черно от кръв. Приличам сигурно на луд. Нямам нито време, нито сили да мисля за себе си. Бягам. Без никаква надежда да оцелея. Веднъж разглеждах предреволюционни снимки в един красив английски албум и ми хрумна простичката мисъл, че всички снимани ама всеки момент ще станат мишена на нещастието и то ще ги разгемби всичките. Че брадищата от Волга с опулените като на раци очи, наконтените търговки с мургавелчото продавач до полите им, императорът на пъна, баща на Набоков със смаяно-стреснато като на всички либерали чело, четирите тенесистки с яйцевидните си ракети в харковското си имение, офицерите, обсъждащи небрежно "Русское слово", захлупените селяни, дето не смеят да погледнат в обектива-че всички те са събрани и подготвени за страдание и че въпреки безметежността им страданието вече избива на лицата им. Нещо повече-готовността им за страдание. Не съпротива, а пионерски поздрав. Готовност за унижения. За мъченическа смърт. Обзе ме странно безпокойство. Такъв прочит на снимките щеше да е разбираем, ако се имаше предвид знанието за бъдещето, но не можех да се откажа от мисълта, че бъдещото страдание присъства в сънародниците и обективно, които и да са те, независимо от злобата, обичта и светогледа, независимо от мен. На лицата лежеше сянката на жертви, много по-силна от сянката на смъртта, естествена за всяка снимка. Помислих си:завесата се вдига. В Русия има една особена добавка към обикновената смъртност и дори в един безобиден албум руските лица са прекрасни с онази изразителност, която дава единствено насилствено напускане на живота. Прозрачността им, бледостта им като отблясък на посмъртна маска, на смиреното лежане в ковчега с разстреляно лице красиво контрастират със самонадеяността на чуждите физиономии. А в най-добрите руски състрадателни портрети, като на Крамской, виждаме любуване на нещастието. Виктор Ерофеев "Енциклопедия на руската душа" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BlackWinterDay Posted December 12, 2005 Share Posted December 12, 2005 Gary Moore - Always gonna love you It's not the same when I look in her eyes. The magic's not there. And when I look, I realize What we could have shared. I'm always gonna love you If loving means forever. I'm always gonna want you. I don't think I could ever Just forget the love we had. It's not the same when she's here in my arms Or the smile on her face. And even though with all of her charms She can't take your place. I'm always gonna love you If loving means forever. I'm always gonna want you. I don't think I could ever Just forget the love we had. It's not the same when I look in her eyes. The magic's not there. And when I look, I realize What we could have shared. I'm always gonna love you If loving means forever. I'm always gonna want you If loving means forever. I'm always gonna love you If loving means forever. I'm always gonna want you If loving means forever. I'm always gonna love you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PSYCHOSIS Posted December 13, 2005 Share Posted December 13, 2005 Моменти от Serenity. - Приземяването ще бъде доста интересно. - Дефинирай "интересно"! - "О, Боже, о, Боже, всички ще умрем"! - Ако се стигне до битка, залегни или се махай. Остави ги да умрат. - Ривър! Ривър! Добре ли си? - Глътнах буболечка... - Искаш ли да управляваш този кораб?! - ДА! - Ами...не може! И още много други! Гледайте филма! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aquila Posted December 13, 2005 Share Posted December 13, 2005 My Life Suffocates Planting Seeds of Hate I've Loved, Turned to Hate Trapped Far Beyond My Fate I Give You Take This Life That I Forsake Been Cheated of My Youth You Turned this Lie to Truth Anger Misery You'll Suffer unto Me Harvester of Sorrow Language of the Mad Harvester of Sorrow Pure Black Looking Clear My Work Is Done Soon Here Try Getting Back to Me Get Back Which Used to Be Drink up Shoot in Let the Beatings Begin Distributor of Pain Your Loss Becomes My Gain Anger Misery You'll Suffer unto Me Harvester of Sorrow Language of the Mad Harvester of Sorrow All Have Said Their Prayers Invade Their Nightmares To see into My Eyes You'll Find Where Murder Lies Infanticide Harvester of Sorrow Language of the Mad Harvester of Sorrow Language of the Mad Harvester of Sorrow Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
second.life.syndrome Posted December 14, 2005 Share Posted December 14, 2005 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BlackWinterDay Posted December 14, 2005 Share Posted December 14, 2005 Depeche Mode - Shake the disease I'm not going down on my knees Begging you to adore me Can't you see it's misery And torture for me When I'm misunderstood Try as hard as you can I've tried as hard as I could To make you see How important it is for me Here is a plea From my heart to you Nobody knows me As well as you do You know how hard it is for me To shake the disease That takes hold of my tongue In situations like these Understand me Some people have to be Permanently together Lovers devoted To each other forever Now I've got things to do And I've said before That I know you have too When I'm not there In spirit I'll be there Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LPFC Posted December 14, 2005 Share Posted December 14, 2005 How to fight loneliness Smile all the time Shine your teeth to meaningless And sharpen them with lies And whatever is going down Will you follow around That's how you fight loneliness You laugh at every joke Drag your blanket blindly Fill your heart with smoke And the first thing that you want Will be the last thing you'll ever need That's how you fight it Just smile all the time Just smile all the time Wilco How to Fight Loneliness p.s.наистина страхотно парче...страхотен текст.чуйте го,ако имате възможност. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kreideiky Posted December 14, 2005 Share Posted December 14, 2005 Mumbo jumbo, listen to the whispers of madness We have climbed mountains of dust We have seen gold gather rust Hocus pocus the stampede of my heart We have sailed on the stars through the air We have flown on the wings of a prayer Into the blue, only with you Into the blue, only with you, into the blue Gasoline rainbows swimming in the puddles in the street Whichever way the wind blows we've got the whole damn World crawling at our feet Laughing canyons and everglades Candle flames and razor blades Dancing through the poppy fields, hand in hand we cascade Into the blue, only with you Into the blue, only with you, into the blue There's a singing dwarf on the streets of New York There's a shuffling man with plastic on his head There's a preacher woman crying in the traffic Crying for the living crying for the dead The waste of it all, the waste of it all And there's more at stake than we could ever know 'Cos when we're together we always fall Into the blue, only with you Into the blue, only with you, into the blue The Mission UK - 'Into The Blue' Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
liquid Posted December 15, 2005 Share Posted December 15, 2005 Dead Soul Tribe - Feed, Part I: Stone By Stone A skeleton made of houses Something out of the nothingness Will be born Asleep for a thousand years Taking form Stone by stone Stone by stone Something is starting to breathe Something is coming alive What which should never be Spawned by the demon seed Don't let the fetus survive Spine that is twisted Winded and withering A mouth full of war Contorted and gibbering Fist full of promises Cracking and splintering Her Claws will be made of missiles Machine guns and aeroplanes Blood stains and honest faces Stone by stone Veins will be made of highways Telephone wires Entangle the mire below Stone by stone Something is starting to feed Something beginning to thrive Don't set the demon free Don't let it ever be Don't let it eat us alive Bullets and war faces Twisting and tattering Towers are shaking Unmaking and shattering Gears of the gold machine Quaking and clattering Feeding on hate Feeding on innocence Feeding on weakness Feeding on violence Feeding on hope Feeding on need Feeding on charity Feeding on greed Feeding on lies Feeding on tears Feeding on bad intent Feeding on fear Feeding on you Feeding on me Feeding on everyone Feeding on everything The grand tribulation Elation of misery The devils gestation We tend through the centuries A surrogate sanctum In spiraling entropy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
E.T. Posted December 15, 2005 Share Posted December 15, 2005 Alanis Morisette-Precious Illusions you'll rescue me right? in the exact same way they never did.. I'll be happy right? when your healing powers kick in you'll complete me right? then my life can finally begin I'll be worthy right? only when you realize the gem I am? but this won't work now the way it once did and I won't keep it up even though I would love to once I know who I'm not then I'll know who I am but I know I won't keep on playing the victim these precious illusions in my head did not let me down when I was defenseless and parting with them is like parting with invisible best friends this ring will me yet as will you knight in shining armor this pill will help me yet as will these boys gone through like water but this won't work as well as the way it once did cuz I want to decide between survival and bliss and though I know who I'm not I still don't know who I am but I know I won't keep on playing the victim these precious illusions in my head did not let me down when I was a kid and parting with them is like parting with a childhood best friend I've spent so long firmly looking outside me I've spent so much time living in survival mode Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grimjaur Posted December 15, 2005 Share Posted December 15, 2005 Смърт, Болка и Страдание. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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