Music and Lyrics

[Sinclair]

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

[Ramparter]

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.

[Hipster Luffy]

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

[Altair]

Κομματάρα και βιντεοκλιπάρα.

[Vaynard]

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

[Xeno]

Αγαπαμε Andy LaPlegua.

[Xeno]

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...

[丹野]

Αυτά τα τρελά παληκάρια σατυρίζουν τους Ρώσους.

[Sinclair]

(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...

[Titus]

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.