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    Αρρώστια Sinclair's Avatar
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    Wooden Jesus
    Temple of the Dog


    Wooden Jesus where are you from
    Korea or Canada or maybe Taiwan
    I didn't know it was the Holy Land
    But I believed from the minute
    The check left my hand, and I pray

    Can I be saved, I spent all my money
    On a future grave
    Wooden Jesus I'll cut you in
    On twenty percent of my future sin

    Porcelain Mary her majesties pure
    Looking for virgin territory
    Coat hanger halos don't come cheap
    From television shepherds with living room
    Sheep, and I pray

    Can I be saved, I spent all my money
    On a future grave
    Wooden Jesus I'll cut you in
    On twenty percent of my future sin


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    Νότης Σφακιανάκης - Γύφτισσα μέρα

    Γύφτισσα μέρα μ' έναν ήλιο δειλό
    στα σύννεφα κρυμμένο.
    Γύφτισσα μέρα μ' έναv ήχο βραχνό
    σαv τραγούδι θλιμμένο.

    Η βροχή πoυ μαστιγώνει τους δρόμους
    η καρδιά πoυ δεv αντέχει τους πόνους
    μακριά σoυ η ζωή μoυ είναι άδεια
    φοβισμένο παιδί στα σκοτάδια.

    Γύφτισσα νύκτα μ' ένα φως χαμηλωμένο
    σ' ένα κερί λιωμένο
    γύφτισσα νύκτα μ' ένα όνειρο γυμνό
    και φιλί ραγισμένο.

    Η βροχή πoυ μαστιγώνει τους δρόμους
    η καρδιά πoυ δεv αντέχει τους πόνους
    μακριά σoυ η ζωή μoυ είναι άδεια
    φoβισμέvo παιδί στα σκoτάδια.


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    κατι επικαιρο...

    From The Cradle To Enslave

    Two thousand fattened years like maniacs
    Have despoiled our common grave
    Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs
    From the cradle to enslave?

    Sickle constellations
    Stud the belts that welt the sky
    Whilst the bitter winter moon
    Prowls the cloud, dead-eyed
    Like shifting parent flesh
    Under silk matricide...

    Watchful as she was upon Eden
    Where every rose arbour and orchard she swept
    Hid the hissing of a serpent Libido
    In an ancient tryst with catastrophe
    Soon the be kept

    Hear that hissing now on the breeze
    As through the plundered groves of the carnal garden
    A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls
    Are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees

    This is the theme to a better Armageddon
    Nightchords rake the heavens
    PAN DAEMON AEAON

    And what use are prayers to that god?
    As devils bay concensus for the space to piss
    On your smouldering faith
    And the mouldering face
    Of this world long a paradise lost

    This is the end of everything
    Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring

    Danse macabre 'neath the tilt of the zodiac
    Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate
    What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black?
    The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back...

    I see the serpentine in your eyes
    The nature of the beast as revelations arrive

    Our screams shall trail to Angels
    For those damned in flames repay
    All sinners lose their lot on Judgement Day
    We should have cut our looses as at Calvary
    But our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief
    Salvation, like a promised nation
    Gleamed a claim away...

    This is the end of everything you have ever known
    Buried like vanquished reason
    Death is season
    Drive like the drifting snow
    Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war
    On our knees or another f**ker's shore
    Heiling new flesh
    Read, then roared
    To a crooked cross and a Holy Cause
    What else be whipped to frenzy for?

    This is the end of everything
    Rear the tragedies
    That the Seraphim shall sing

    Old adversaries
    Next to Eve
    Now they're clawing back
    I smell their cumming
    As through webbed panes of meat
    Led by hoary Death
    They never left
    Dreaming sodomies
    To impress on human failure
    When we've bled upon our knees

    Tablatures of gravel law
    Shall see Gehennah paved
    When empires fall
    And nightmares crawl
    From the cradle to enslave....

    This is the end of everything

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    Κομματάρα και βιντεοκλιπάρα.
    Carpe diem

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    L'ame immortalle

    "In the heart of europe''



    Our landscape raped by different armies
    Soldiers, slaves who have no faces
    Control our ways and lives completely
    Our minds are torn, time left its traces

    Controlled by tv screens and letters
    That point out assimilation
    To trends and movements from outside
    Fall victim to this infiltration

    Everybody's just consuming
    What the media's dictating
    And they all have just forgot
    The joy that is to creating

    Here in the heart of europe
    No one stands up proud no more
    Here in the heart of europe
    Our culture is a dying whore

    No room for individuality
    Grey masses who think one way only
    More like robots through the streets
    In our thinking we stand lonely

    Once a land of art and culture
    Now slave to streams from outside
    Our nations culture, doomed and dying
    Like a candle's fading light.






    και τελος ενα κουλτουρε βαθυστοχαστο

    Combichrist

    ''this sh!t will fcuk you up''

    im a b!tch
    how do you want me?
    from behind? or on my knees?
    im a slut, please hold me down
    ill be your noise, this sh!t will fcuk you up


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    Αγαπαμε Andy LaPlegua.
    In Matsuno we trust.

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    Δεν ξερω τι μ' επιασε αλλα τον τελευταιο μηνα εχω ακουσει απειρες φορες το παρακατω κομματι των New Order που μαλλον ειναι και το αγαπημενο μου. Πραγματικα οπου να ναι παιζει να φτασω το counter του iTunes στα 1963 "ακουσματα".



    It was January, 1963
    When Johnny came home with a gift for me
    He said I bought it for you because I love you
    And I bought it for you because it's your birthday, too
    He was so very nice, he was so very kind
    To think of me at this point in time
    I used to think of him, he used think of me
    He told me to close my eyes
    My gift would be a great surprise
    I saw tears were in his eyes
    He never meant to hurt me
    Oh, God, Johnny, don't point that gun at me
    There's so many ways our lives have changed
    But please, I beg, don't do this to me
    Johnny, don't point that gun at me
    Can I save my life at any price?
    For God's sake won't you listen to me?

    And though he was ashamed that he had took a life
    Johnny came home with another wife
    And he often remembered how it used to be
    Before that special occasion, 1963
    There was too many ways that you could kill someone
    Like in a love affair, when the love is gone
    He told me to close my eyes
    My gift would be a great surprise
    I saw hatred in his eyes
    He never meant to hurt me
    Oh, God, Johnny, don't point that gun at me
    There's so many ways our lives have changed
    But please, I beg, don't do this to me
    Johnny, you keep on using me
    Can I change my life for any price?
    Oh, Johnny, won't you listen to me?

    He told me to close my eyes
    My gift would be a great surprise
    I saw hatred in his eyes
    But he never meant to hurt me
    Oh, God, Johnny, don't point that gun at me
    There's so many ways our lives have changed
    But please, I beg, don't do this to me
    Johnny, you keep on using me
    Can I change my life for any price?
    Oh, Johnny, won't you listen to me?

    I just want you to be mine,
    I don't want this world to shine
    I don't want this bridge to burn
    Oh, Johnny, do you miss me?
    I just want to feel for you
    I will always feel for you...
    In Matsuno we trust.

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    Αυτά τα τρελά παληκάρια σατυρίζουν τους Ρώσους.

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    Αρρώστια Sinclair's Avatar
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    (Σας) Βαρέθηκα

    Στίχοι: Νικόλας Άσιμος
    Μουσική: Νικόλας Άσιμος

    Βαρέθηκα τη μίζερη μου φύση
    κανένας πια δε λέει να ξεκουνήσει
    κανένας πια δε λέει να ξεκουνήσει
    αναμφιβόλως
    δε με χωράει ο τόπος ρε παιδιά.

    Βαρέθηκα τα ίδια και τα ίδια,
    τα δάκρυα να κάνω μπιχλιμπίδια,
    τα λόγια, μοναχά, μας απομείναν κι οι θεωρίες
    στην πράξη μας χαλάνε οι θεσμοί.

    Βαρέθηκα να λέω πως θα αλλάξει
    το σύστημα μας έχει επιτάξει
    απόκληρα απομείναμε πουλάκια
    κυνηγημένα
    με ξεπουπουλιασμένα τα φτερά

    Απόκληρα απομείναμε πουλάκια
    με ξεπουπουλιασμένα τα φτερά

    Βαρέθηκα κι αυτό το μονοπάτι
    ακόμα και σαν βρω κάνα κομμάτι
    πώς είναι δυνατό να μαστουριάζεις
    εξήγησέ μου
    άμα σου περιφράξαν την καρδιά.

    Για πες μου ,πως μπορείς και μαστουριάζεις
    άμα σου περιφράξαν την καρδιά.

    Συνέχεια μου έρχεσαι από πίσω
    δεν έχω πια το σάλιο να σε φτύσω
    πως γίνεται στον ένα παλαβιάρη
    εξήγησέ μου
    κουτόχορτο χιλιάδες να βοσκάν.

    Πως γίνεται στον κάθε παλαβιάρη
    κουτόχορτο χιλιάδες να βοσκάν.



    Σόρι για τη μαυρίλα, κανά μπλουζάκι από ZZ Top ήθελα να βάλω, αλλά με αυτά που βλέπω/ διαβάζω αυτές τις μέρες...

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    Pearl Jam - Nothingman

    Once divided, nothing left to subtract
    Some words when spoken can't be taken back
    Walks on his own with thoughts he can't help thinking
    Future's above but in the past he's slow and sinking
    Caught a bolt 'a lightnin'...cursed the day he let it go


    Nothingman... (2x)
    Isn't it something?
    Nothingman...

    She once believed in every story he had to tell
    One day she stiffened...took the other side
    Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell
    One just escapes, one's left inside the well
    And he who forgets will be destined to remember...oh...oh...oh...

    Nothingman... (2x)
    Isn't it something?
    Nothingman...

    Oh, she don't want him...
    Oh, she won't feed him after he's flown away...
    Oh, into the sun...ah, into the sun...
    Burn...burn...
    Nothingman... (2x)
    Isn't it something?
    Nothingman...
    Nothingman... (2x)
    Coulda' been something...
    Nothingman...
    Oh...ohh...ohh...


    Pearl Jam - Sleight of hand

    Routine was the theme. He'd wake up wash and pour himself into uniform.
    Something he hadn't imagined being.
    As the merging traffic passed he found himself staring down at his own hands.
    Not remembering the change. Not recalling the plan. Was it?

    He was okay but wondering about wandering.
    Was it age by consequence or was he moved by sleight of hand?

    Mondays were made to fall. Lost on a road he knew by heart.
    It was like a book he read in his sleep. Endlessly.
    Sometimes he hid in the radio watching other pull into their homes.
    While he was drifting.

    On a line of his own. Off the line of the side. Bye the by.
    As dirt turned to sand. As if moved by sleight of hand.

    When he reached the shore of his clip on world he resurfaced to the norm.
    Organized his few things. His coat and keys.
    And he knew realizations would have to wait.
    Till he had more time. More time.

    A time to dream to himself. He waves goodbye to himself.
    I'll see you on the other side.
    Another man moved by sleight of hand.
    Τι βλέπεις όταν έχεις πράσινα μάτια?

    Στο Βιλαμπάχο ακόμα τρίβουν...

    Η μόνη διαφορά ανάμεσα σε μένα και σε ένα τρελό είναι πως εγώ δεν είμαι τρελός - Σαλβαδόρ Νταλί

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