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Neon_Knight
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#626

Post by Neon_Knight » 27/11/2007 23:39

We hold the seeds of metal
And we scatter them around
We'll eat you up - and spit you out
Like a pack of wolves on the hunt

We are the kings of madness

We are the sons of evil
Burning down every house
We are the metal gladiators
Unchain the beast and let it loose

Come raise your hand and shout it out
We want it now we want it loud

'cause we are slaves to metal
- locked into the taste of steel
Slaves to metal
- we'll march you to the beat
We are slaves to metal
- chained up to the sound
Slaves to metal
- we'll rock you to the ground - so evil

Born to be the bloodhounds
In the legions of the damned
A million miles of madnesses
On the battleground of screaming guitars

Will you taste the sweat of metal
Will you lick the open wounds
It's the ultiment commandment
Which will guarantee your doom

Come raise your hand and shout it out
We want it now we want it loud

'cause we are slaves to metal
- locked into the taste of steel
Slaves to metal
- we'll march you to the beat
We are slaves to metal
- chained up to the sound
Slaves to metal
- we'll rock you to the ground

'cause we are slaves to metal
- locked into the taste of steel
Slaves to metal
- we'll march you to the beat
We are slaves to metal
- chained up to the sound
Slaves to metal
- we'll rock you to the ground

Slaves to metal


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#627

Post by talijan » 01/12/2007 20:14

talijan wrote:Sve smo mogli mi
da je duzi bio dan
da si nasao
za me malo vremena

Sve smo mogli mi
da si samo htio ti
biti njezan kao nekada

Kako naci put
koji vodi do tebe
kako naci mir
kad je svega nestalo

Sve smo mogli mi
da si samo htio ti
biti njezan kao nekada

Nikoga nema u sivom gradu
ulice moje korake kradu
i ja kao sjena sad lutam

U tvome srcu padaju kise
i sve se nase polako brise
iz svijeta tog
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fu-UIpdeoC0

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#628

Post by talijan » 31/12/2007 16:26

Vasco Rossi - C'è Chi Dice No

C'è qualcosa che non va
In questo cielo
C'è qualcuno che non sa
Più che ore sono
C'è chi dice qua, c'è chi dice la
Io non mi muovo
C'è chi dice la, c'è chi dice qua
Io non ci sono
Tanta gente è convinta che ci sia nell'aldilà
Qualche cosa chissà
Quanta gente comunque ci sarà
Che si accontenterà

C'è qualcuno che non sa
Più cosa è un uomo
C'è qualcuno che non ha
Rispetto per nessuno
C'è chi dice no, c'è chi dice no
Io non ci sono
C'è chi dice no, c'è chi dice no
Io non mi muovo
Tanta gente è convinta che ci sia nell''aldilà
Chissà cosa e chissà
Quanta gente comunque ci sarà
Che si accontenterà

C'è chi dice no, c'è chi dice no
Io non mi muovo
C'è chi dice no, c'è chi dice no
Io non ci sono
C'è chi dice no, c'è chi dice no
Io non ci credo
C'è chi dice no, c'è chi dice no
Io sono un uomo
C'è chi dice no, c'è chi dice no

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4EVwLf6OhAk

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#629

Post by guardian » 22/01/2008 03:06

The The -- Heartland

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f8Tov0B-BEQ

Beneath the old iron bridges, across the Victorian parks
And all the frightened people running home before dark
Past the Saturday morning cinema
That lies crumbling to the ground
And the piss stinking shopping centre in the new side of town

I've come to smell the seasons change and watch the city
As the sun goes down again

Here comes another winter
Of long shadows and high hopes
Here comes another winter
Waitin' for utopia
Waitin' for hell to freeze over

This is the land where nothing changes
The land of red buses and blue blooded babies
This is the place where pensioners are raped
And the hearts are being cut from the welfare state

Let the poor drink the milk while the rich eat the honey
Let the bums count their blessings while they count the money

So many people can't express what's on their minds
Nobody knows them, nobody ever will
Until their backs are broken, their dreams are stolen
And they can't get what they want, then they're gonna get angry!
Well it ain't written in the papers but its written on the walls
The way this country is divided to fall
So the cranes are moving on the skyline
Trying to knock down this town
But the stains on the heartland can never be removed
from this country that's sick, sad and confused

Here comes another winter
Of long shadows and high hopes
Here comes another winter
Waitin' for utopia
Waitin' for hell to freeze over

The ammunition's being passed and the Lord's been praised
But the wars on the televisions will never be explained
All the bankers gettin' sweaty beneath their white collars
As the pound in our pocket turns into a dollar

This is the 51st state of the U.S.A.

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#630

Post by avenged_sevenfil » 22/01/2008 04:32

"Seize The Day"

Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost
It's empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache over

I see my vision burn, I feel my memories fade with time
But I'm too young to worry
These streets we travel on will undergo our same lost past

I found you here, now please just stay for a while
I can move on with you around
I hand you my mortal life, but will it be forever?
I'd do anything for a smile, holding you 'til our time is done
We both know the day will come, but I don't want to leave you

I see my vision burn, I feel my memories fade with time
But I'm too young to worry (a melody, a memory, or just one picture)

Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost
It's empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache over

Newborn life replacing all of us, changing this fable we live in
No longer needed here so where do we go?
Will you take a journey tonight, follow me past the walls of death?
But girl, what if there is no eternal life?

I see my vision burn, I feel my memories fade with time
But I'm too young to worry (a melody, a memory, or just one picture)

Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost
It's empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache over

Trials in life, questions of us existing here, don't wanna die alone without you here
Please tell me what we have is real

So, what if I never hold you, yeah, or kiss your lips again?
Woooaaah, so I never want to leave you and the memories of us to see
I beg don't leave me

Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost
It's empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache over

Trials in life, questions of us existing here, don't wanna die alone without you here
Please tell me what we have is real

Silence you lost me, no chance for one more day [x2 then continues in the background]
I stand here alone
Falling away from you, no chance to get back home
I stand here alone
Falling away from you, no chance to get back home

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#631

Post by guardian » 28/01/2008 22:43

Edwyn Collins -- Out of this World

I'm praying for rain
I'm praying that you'll come to your senses
Because whilst you bask in the warmth of the sun
You're vulnerable and defenseless

There are so many people
Who come to depend on you
There are even some impressionable fools
For whom you are a guru

And you turn to them and you say
Love is "in" this season
But when the seasons change
What will you believe in?

When the winter comes
That's when I'll be leaving
I'll leave to find a way
To break out of this world

You won't burn out
Yours is a love that smolders
So why do you feel that you're carrying the weight
Of the world upon your shoulders?

Not that it amounts to much
But I'd help you if I could
Now don't waste you breath refusing my help
It's already understood

And you turn to me and you say
Love is "in" this season
But when the seasons change
What will you believe in?

When the winter comes
That's when I'll be leaving
I'll have to find a way
To break out of this world

Yes there's got to be a way
To break out of this world

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#632

Post by victory » 30/01/2008 02:37

Richard Shindell - Fishing

Please have a seat. I'm sorry I'm late
I know how long you've had to wait
I did not forget your documents
No time to waste, why not begin?
Here's how it works, I've got these faces
You give them names and I won't deport you
Make sure you face my tape recorder

Make no mistake, this fountain pen
Could put you on a plane by ten
And by the way, your next of kin
I know which house she's hiding in
So now that you know whose skin you're saving
In this photograph, who's this one waving?
I think you know, so speak up, amigo

It says here that by trade you were a fisherman
Well I'll bet you Indians can really reel them in
And if you get the chance
You should try to get up to Lake Michigan
Well maybe, but then again....

Where were we then? Is he your friend?
Well I recommend that you look again
Where does he stay? What is his name?
There is no shame. He'd do the same
So what do you say? I don't have all day
It's up to you. Which will it be
Good citizen or poor campesino?

My dad used to rent us this place in Ontario
He showed us how to cast the line and tie the flies
He used to say that God rewards us for letting the small ones go
Well maybe, but I don't know
Anyway, it's easy to bite. You just take the bait
You can't fight the hook
Hurts less if you don't try to dive

Senor, as you know I was a fisherman
And how full the nets came in
We hauled them up by hand
But when we fled, I left them just out past the coral reefs
They're waiting there for me
Running deep

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#633

Post by guardian » 30/01/2008 21:50

Tindersticks -- My Sister

Do you remember my sister? How many mistakes did she make with those
never blinking eyes? I couldn't work it out. I swear she could read
your mind, your life, the depths of your soul at one glance. Maybe
she was stripping herself away, saying:
Here I am, this is me
I am yours and everything about me, everything you see...
If only you look hard enough


I never could.

Our life was a pillow-fight. We'd stand there on the quilt, our
hands clenched ready. Her with her milky teeth, so late for her age,
and a Stanley knife in her hand. She sliced the tyres on my bike and
I couldn't forgive her.

She went blind at the age of five. We'd stand at the bedroom window
and she'd get me to tell her what I saw. I'd describe the houses
opposite, the little patch of grass next to the path, the gate with
its rotten hinges forever wedged open that Dad was always going to
fix. She'd stand there quiet for a moment. I thought she was trying
to develop the images in her own head. Then she'd say:
I can see little twinkly stars,
like Christmas tree lights in faraway windows.
Rings of brightly coloured rocks
floating around orange and mustard planets.
I can see huge tiger striped fishes
chasing tiny blue and yellow dashes,
all tails and fins and bubbles.


I'd look at the grey house opposite, and close the curtains.

She burned down the house when she was ten. I was away camping with
the scouts. The fireman said she'd been smoking in bed - the old
story, I thought. The cat and our mum died in the flames, so Dad
took us to stay with our Aunt in the country. He went back to London
to find us a new house. We never saw him again.

On her thirteenth birthday she fell down the well in our Aunt's
garden and broke her head. She'd been drinking heavily. On her
recovery her sight returned, a fluke of nature everyone said. That's
when she said she'd never blink again. I would tell her when she
started at me, with her eyes wide and watery, that they reminded me
of the well she fell into. She liked this, it made her laugh.

She moved in with a gym teacher when she was fifteen, all muscles he
was. He lost his job when it all came out, and couldn't get another
one. Not in that kind of small town. Everybody knew everyone else's
business. My sister would hold her head high, though. She said she
was in love. They were together for five years until one day he lost
his temper. He hit her over the back of the neck with his
bullworker. She lost the use of the right side of her body. He got
three years and was out in fifteen months. We saw him a while later,
he was coaching a non-league football team in a Cornwall seaside
town. I don't think he recognized her. My sister had put on a lot of
weight from being in a chair all the time. She'd get me to stick
pins and stub out cigarettes in her right hand. She'd laugh like mad
because it didn't hurt. Her left hand was pretty good though. We'd
have arm wrestling matches, I'd have to use both arms and she'd
still beat me.

We buried her when she was 32. Me and my Aunt, the vicar, and the
man who dug the hole. She said she didn't want to be cremated and
wanted a cheap coffin so the worms could get to her quickly. She
said she liked the idea of it, though I thought it was because of
what happened to the cat and our mum.

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#634

Post by aNTropocentrio » 01/02/2008 02:02

goribor - lepota


Ja sam vreme koje udišem,
Misli koje reči ne mogu da izgovore
I ništa me više ne inspiriše sem nade da cu jednom da progovorim.

Ja sam vreme koje izdišem, Telo koje zbog bola prezirem
I ništa me više ne inspiriše sem nade da se i bez njega jednom može živeti.

Ja sam zvuk koji prepoznajem,
Covek željom natopljen Leš kožom obložen
Buducnost koju naslucujem kao neku senku koja promce
I ništa me više ne inspiriše sem lepote što se u nadi nazire.

Ja sam prepolovljen,
Nešto sam morao da ubijem
Od samog sebe ugušen, pršljen polomljen
da se bar kroz jedna vrata provucem
I ništa me više ne inspiriše, ništa me više ne podiže sem nade da ću još jednom da je pronađem

Sva lepota se u nadi sakrila

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#635

Post by bug » 05/02/2008 19:45

Ti i ja o draga
za našu ljubav
se borimo
i čekamo Boga pitaj šta

Ti i ja ništa nemamo
bez šansi da
uzmemo
to je sigurno sasvim sigurno

I Ti i Ja postojimo
da drugim očima
gledamo
naša su srca prevelika za nas


Drugim očima gledamo
nešto
smo posebno
u ovom svijetu olovnom

Svako jutro
kad se dignem mislim
najbolje

Svako jutro
ja kroz prozore vidim kranove
i svaki dan mislim
da postoje slobodne uloge

Za one posebne
što drugim očima gledaju
u ovom svijetu olovnom

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#636

Post by lady midnight » 09/02/2008 15:54

“Pirate Jenny”

Lyrics: Bertolt Brecht
(English translation: Marc Blitzstein)
Melody: Kurt Weill


1
You people can watch while I'm scrubbing these floors
And I'm scrubbin' the floors while you're gawking
Maybe once ya tip me and it makes ya feel swell
In this crummy Southern town, in this crummy old hotel
But you'll never guess to who you're talkin'.
No. You couldn't ever guess to who you're talkin'.
Then one night there's a scream in the night
And you'll wonder who could that have been
And you see me kinda grinnin' while I'm scrubbin'
And you say, "What's she got to grin?"
I'll tell you.

There's a ship, the black freighter
with a skull on its masthead
will be coming in.

2
You gentlemen can say, "Hey gal, finish them floors!
Get upstairs! What's wrong with you! Earn your keep here!
You toss me your tips
and look out to the ships
But I'm counting your heads
as I'm making the beds
Cuz there's nobody gonna sleep here, honey
Nobody! Nobody!
Then one night there's a scream in the night
And you say, "Who's that kicking up a row?"
And ya see me kinda starin' out the winda
And you say, "What's she got to stare at now?"
I'll tell ya.

There's a ship, the black freighter
turns around in the harbor
shootin' guns from her bow

3
Now you gentlemen can wipe that smile off your face
'Cause every building in town is a flat one
This whole frickin' place will be down to the ground
Only this cheap hotel standing up safe and sound
And you yell, "Why do they spare that one?"
Yes, that's what you say.
"Why do they spare that one?"
All the night through, through the noise and to-do
You wonder who is that person that lives up there?
And you see me stepping out in the morning
Looking nice with a ribbon in my hair.

And the ship, the black freighter
runs a flag up its masthead
and a cheer rings the air

4
By noontime the dock is a-swarmin' with men
comin' out from the ghostly freighter
They move in the shadows where no one can see
And they're chainin' up people and they're bringin' em to me
askin' me, "Kill them NOW, or LATER?"
Askin' ME! "Kill them now, or later?"
Noon by the clock
and so still by the dock
You can hear a foghorn miles away
And in that quiet of death
I'll say, "Right now.
Right now!"
Then they'll pile up the bodies
And I'll say,
"That'll learn ya!"

And the ship, the black freighter
disappears out to sea
And on it is me.




------------

“Seeräuber-Jenny”

1
Meine Herren, heute sehen Sie mich Gläser abwaschen
Und ich mache das Bett für jeden.
Und Sie geben mir einen Penny und ich bedanke mich schnell
Und Sie sehen meine Lumpen und dies lumpige Hotel
Und Sie wissen nicht, mit wem Sie reden.
Und Sie wissen nicht, mit wem Sie reden.
Aber eines Abends wird ein Geschrei sein am Hafen
Und man fragt: Was ist das für ein Geschrei?
Und man wird mich lächeln sehn bei meinen Gläsern
Und man sagt: Was lächelt die dabei?

Und ein Schiff mit acht Segeln
Und mit fünfzig Kanonen
Wird liegen am Kai.

2
Man sagt: Geh, wisch deine Gläser, mein Kind
Und man reicht mir den Penny hin.
Und der Penny wird genommen, und das Bett wird gemacht!
(Es wird keiner mehr drin schlafen in dieser Nacht.)
Und sie wissen immer noch nicht, wer ich bin.
Und sie wissen immer noch nicht, wer ich bin.
Aber eines Abends wird ein Getös sein am Hafen
Und man fragt: Was ist das für ein Getös?
Und man wird mich stehen sehen hinterm Fenster
Und man sagt: Was lächelt die so bös?

Und das Schiff mit acht Segeln
Und mit fünfzig Kanonen
Wird beschiessen die Stadt.

3
Meine Herren, da wird ihr Lachen aufhören
Denn die Mauern werden fallen hin
Und die Stadt wird gemacht dem Erdboden gleich.
Nur ein lumpiges Hotel wird verschont von dem Streich
Und man fragt: Wer wohnt Besonderer darin?
Und man fragt: Wer wohnt Besonderer darin?
Und in dieser Nacht wird ein Geschrei um das Hotel sein
Und man fragt: Warum wird das Hotel verschont?
Und man wird mich sehen treten aus der Tür am Morgen
Und man sagt: Die hat darin gewohnt?

Und das Schiff mit acht Segeln
Und mit fünfzig Kanonen
Wird beflaggen den Mast.

4
Und es werden kommen hundert gen Mittag an Land
Und werden in den Schatten treten
Und fangen einen jeglichen aus jeglicher Tür
Und legen ihn in Ketten und bringen vor mir
Und fragen: Welchen sollen wir töten?
Und an diesem Mittag wird es still sein am Hafen
Wenn man fragt, wer wohl sterben muss.
Und dann werden Sie mich sagen hören: Alle!
Und wenn dann der Kopf fällt, sag ich: Hoppla!

Und das Schiff mit acht Segeln
Und mit fünfzig Kanonen
Wird entschwinden mit mir.

legendarno: :-)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qvDWwm2MHlI

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#637

Post by talijan » 01/03/2008 19:11

Behind Blue Eyes

No one knows what its like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

No one knows what its like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies

But my dreams
They arent as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
Thats never free

No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you

No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

But my dreams
They arent as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
Thats never free

When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool

If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

No one knows what its like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5_1RqyNdzbE

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#638

Post by bug » 05/03/2008 20:19

Slomljeno srce krvari
Nisam upala na Festival
karijera mi propada
oou, kakav kraj...

A svi su mi rekli
daj pokaži malo mesa
Nije grijeh preko kreveta
Doći do prvog mjesta

Menager me podučio
da guzom smješam hit
(reko je) Jedan pogled na tebe bejbe
i ti ćeš zvijezda bit

Pa zato.
Zovite me Hrvatska Pjevačica
Ne znam note al naučit ću za par godina
Zovite me Hrvatska Pjevačica
Još samo par godina i zbarit ću Porina

Ja imam meke usne
što zijevaju na playback
Sve kupila sam pjesme
nemam talenta, ni za lijek

Al što će mi to, dušo
pogledaj u moj dekolte
izludit ću te, znaš to
zaviri mi ispod suknjice

Ja sam medijska kurva
Dala bi sve za naslovnice
Gazim granice ukusa
mogu bit tvoja, al plati me.
:D

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#639

Post by Neon_Knight » 06/03/2008 02:46

It is 1999
The human race has to face it
They are confronted with the truth
It's secret -- mysterious
A surgeon said it in the news
The human race is dying
But the result is no disease
Searching for you
Metal heart -- metal heart
They found it everywhere
Metal heart -- metal heart
Lifeless piece of steel
The scaring fact was even told
Total confusion
They found the same nightmare
Heartbeats -- timebombs
Metal heart -- metal heart
Unplugged they're dying
Metal heart -- metal heart
Unplugged they die
Metal heart -- metal heart
They found it everywhere
Metal heart -- metal heart
Lifeless piece of steel
Metal heart -- metal heart -- metal heart
Unplugged they're dying
Metal heart -- metal heart

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#640

Post by Neon_Knight » 06/03/2008 02:57

Created by Humanity ...against Humanity.

Cold crowling Death
Crushing mighty roar
Deadly touch of fire
Merciless invaders

Hudge lurking hunters
Demons made of steel and flesh

Grinders spitting with fire
Attacking with power and speed
Cold crowling Death
Demons made of steel and flesh

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#641

Post by Neon_Knight » 07/03/2008 00:28

Go, look at the moon
And inspect the sun!
Now they are in the sky
Right in their old places

Hail, moon, for gleeming
Fair one for showing your face
Dear sun for dawning
And daylight for coming up!

Dear moon, you're out from the rock
Fair day from the cliff
You've risen as a golden cuckoo
As a silver dove
Up to where you used to live

Fare well now upon
Your way, upon your journey
Sweetly end your curve beautifully
Come at evening into joy!

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#642 Re: lyrics

Post by Šeherzada » 14/03/2008 22:09

Ona koja mi izaziva najjace emocije :-?

Luis:
Sto se mala uobrazi
po kome ti to dolazi
il po mami, il po tati
kazi duso, kazi duso
zivota ti
il po mami, il po tati
kazi duso, kazi duso
zivota ti

Zorica:
Moj Dragane vidju fino
nit si voda nit si vino
nit si vino nit rakija
nit si moja nit si moja
simptija
nit si vino nit rakija
nit si moja nit si moja
simptija

Luis:
Sto me mala gledas tako
pogledala naopako
taj tvoji pogled vragolasti
hoce da me hoce da me
upropasti
taj tvoji pogled vragolasti
hoce da me hoce da me
upropasti

Zorica:
Moj Dragane lije pjesi
noki nije mjesto dje si
mjesto ti je krsevito
tu bi djavo tu bi djavo
pomanito
mjesto ti je krsevito
tu bi djavo tu bi djavo
pomanito

Luis:
Oj djevojko moja mila
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#643 Re: lyrics

Post by guardian » 27/03/2008 18:57

Yeasayer - 2080
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P2A_Juv213s

I can't sleep when I think about the times we're living in
I can't sleep when I think about the future I was born into
Outsiders dressed up like Sunday morning
With no Berlin wall what the hell you gonna do

It's a New Year
I'm glad to be here
It's a fresh spring
So let's sing
In 2080
I'll surely be dead
So don't look ahead
Never look ahead
It's a New Year
I'm glad to be here
It's a fresh spring
So let's sing
And the moon shines bright
On the water tonight
So we won't drown
In the summer sound

If you find me I'll be sitting by the water fountain
Picket signs, letdowns, meltdown it's Monday morning
But it's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
Cause in no time, they'll be gone, I guess I'll still be standing here

It's a New Year
I'm glad to be here
It's a fresh spring
So let's sing
In 2080
I'll surely be dead
So don't look ahead
Never look ahead
It's a New Year
I'm glad to be here
It's a fresh spring
So let's sing
And the moon shines bright
On the water tonight
So we won't drown
In the summer sound

Yeah yeah we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers
Yeah you can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters
And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us
We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests

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#644 Re: lyrics

Post by guardian » 21/04/2008 20:10

Morrissey -- Why Don’t You Find Out For Yourself
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWNGF1SkAAM [Morrissey]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=02itxwQ88UM [The Killers]

The sanest days are mad
Why don't you find out for yourself?
Then you'll see the price
Very closely

Some men here
They have a special interest
In your career
They wanna help you to grow
And then syphon all your dough
Why don't you find out for yourself?
Then you'll see the glass
Hidden in the grass

You'll never believe me, so
Why don't you find out for yourself?
Sick down to my heart
That's just the way it goes

Some men here
They know the full extent of
Your distress
They kneel and pray
And they say:
"Long may it last"

Why don't you find out for yourself?
Then you'll see the glass
Hidden in the grass
Bad scenes come and go
For which you must allow
Sick down to my heart
That's just the way it goes

Don't rake up my mistakes
I know exactly what they are
And ... what do you do?
Well ... you just sit there
I've been stabbed in the back
So many, many times
I don't have any skin
But that's just the way it goes...

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#645 Re: lyrics

Post by grunt » 21/04/2008 20:20

Joe Cocker - N'Oubliez Jamais


Papa, why do you play
All the same old songs
Why do you sing
With the melody

Cause down on the street
Somethings goin' on
There's a brand new beat
And a brand new song

He said
In my life, there was so much anger
Still I have no regrets
Just like you, I was such a rebel
So dance your own dance, and never forget

N'oubliez jamais
I heard my father say
Every generation has it's way
A need to disobey

N'oubliez jamais
It's in your destiny
A need to disagree
When rules get in the way
N'oubliez jamais

Mamma, why do you dance
To the same old songs
Why do you sing
Only the harmony

Down on the street
Something's goin' on
There's a brand new beat
And a brand new song

She said
In my heart theres a young girls passion
For a life long duet
Someday soon
Someone's smile will haunt you
So sing your own song and never forget

N'oubliez jamais
I heard my father say
Every generation has it's way
A need to disobey

N'oubliez jamais
It's in your destiny
A need to disagree
When rules get in the way
N'oubliez jamais

What is this game
Searching for love or fame, it's all the same
One of these days you say that love will be the cure
I'm not sure

N'oubliez jamais
I heard my father say
Every generation has it's way
A need to disobey

N'oubliez jamais
It's in your destiny
A need to disagree
When rules get in the way
N'oubliez jamais

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#646 Re: lyrics

Post by montag » 21/04/2008 20:31

LET3 - Sam u vodi

Sam u vodi
Zavaljan u blato
Iz crnih ociju prazan veo
U glavi tiho
Poput vodene price
Oni laju kao ribe
Telefoni sasvim tamni

Reci samo malo
Daj mi krisku, kazi ...
Reci samo malo
Daj mi krisku, kazi ...

Duboko iz dubine, iz dubine
Poludjeloga kihot
Duboko iz dubine, iz dubine ...

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#647 Re: lyrics

Post by rikardoreis » 22/04/2008 19:26

montag wrote:LET3 - Sam u vodi

Sam u vodi
Zavaljan u blato
Iz crnih ociju prazan veo
U glavi tiho
Poput vodene price
Oni laju kao ribe
Telefoni sasvim tamni

Reci samo malo
Daj mi krisku, kazi ...
Reci samo malo
Daj mi krisku, kazi ...

Duboko iz dubine, iz dubine
Poludjeloga kihot
Duboko iz dubine, iz dubine ...
:thumbup:

nadje je :D ova stvar mi je medju 10 najboljih domacih svih vremena...

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#648 Re: lyrics

Post by rikardoreis » 22/04/2008 19:33

rikardoreis wrote:
montag wrote:LET3 - Sam u vodi

Sam u vodi
Zavaljan u blato
Iz crnih ociju prazan veo
U glavi tiho
Poput vodene price
Oni laju kao ribe
Telefoni sasvim tamni

Reci samo malo
Daj mi krisku, kazi ...
Reci samo malo
Daj mi krisku, kazi ...

Duboko iz dubine, iz dubine
Poludjeloga kihot
Duboko iz dubine, iz dubine ...
:thumbup:

nadje je :D ova stvar mi je jedna od najboljih domacih...

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#649 Re: lyrics

Post by guardian » 23/04/2008 22:01

My favourite parks are car parks. Grass is something you smoke. Birds are something you shag. Take your "Year in Provence" and shove it up your arse. :-)

Pulp -- I Spy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRVeG0mzPCg

I spy a boy, I spy a girl,
I spy the worst place in the world,
In the whole wide world.
Oh, you didn't do bad, you made it out,
I'm still stuck here but I'll get out.
Oh yeah, I'll get out.

Can't you see the giant that walks around you seeing through your petty lives?
Do you think I do these things for real? I do these things just so I survive.
And you know I will survive.
It may look to the untrained eye that I'm sitting on my arse all day.
I'm biding time until the day I take you all on.
My Lords and Ladies, I will prevail, I cannot fail. I spy.

Oh, I've got your numbers, taken notes, I know the ways your minds work -- I've studied.
And your minds are just the same as mine except that you are clever swines,
You never let your masks slip, you never admit to it, you're never hurried.
Oh no no no.
And every night I hatch my plan how I will get my satisfaction,
How I will blow your paradise away, away, away. 'Cos I spy.

And it's just like in the old days -- I used to compose my own critical notices in my head.
"The crowd gasps at Cocker's masterful control of the bicycle,
Skilfully avoiding the dog turd next to the corner shop."
Imagining a blue plaque above the place I first ever touched a girl's chest.
But hold on, you've got to wait for the best.

You see, you should take me seriously. Very seriously indeed.
Cause I've been sleeping with your wife for the past sixteen weeks,
Smoking your cigarettes, drinking your brandy, messing up the bed that you chose together.
And in all that time I just wanted you to come home unexpectedly one afternoon,
And catch us at it in the front room.
You see, I spy for a living, and I specialize in revenge,
On taking the things I know will cause you pain.
I can't help it, I was dragged up.
My favourite parks are car parks. Grass is something you smoke. Birds are something you shag.
Take your "Year in Provence" and shove it up your arse.

Your Ladbroke Grove looks turn me on, yeah.
With roach burns in designer dresses,
Skin stretched tight over high cheek-bones,
And thousands of tiny dryness lines beating a path to the corners of your eyes.
And every night I hone my plan,
It's not a case of woman v man.
It's more a case of haves against haven'ts.
And I just happen to have got what you need,
Just exactly what you need yeah.
La la la la la la la la la la,
In the midnight hour.
La la la la la la la la la la,
I will come to you,
I will come to you.
I will take you from the sickness of
Dinner parties and champagne.
I'll hold your body and make it sing again.
Come on - sing again,
Let's sing again, oh yeah.

I spy a boy,
And I spy a girl.
I spy the chance
To change the world.
To change your world.

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#650 Re: lyrics

Post by Tesssa » 23/04/2008 22:06

Damir Urban - Albino

predivno se krećeš prema meni
puniš sobu kojom jesam
žena s licem svih žena
smežurane kože od ljubljenja

sviram i mazim za tebe
svaku tipku što me voli
zato stavi okvir na moj lik
s usana tvojih kaplje jedini mir

bijela poput albino jutra
ti liječiš moj glas

držiš mi pogled dok te gledam
rasteš dijete dok sam malo
sve do prvog sunca što me nosi
da potonem u tvoje kosti

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