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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

    «Should Shinobi fail before completing the mission, he will disappear before the dawn and vanish forever.»

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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.

      Do a barrel roll!

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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.

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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...

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                • Αυτά τα τρελά παληκάρια σατυρίζουν τους Ρώσους.
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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...
                    «Should Shinobi fail before completing the mission, he will disappear before the dawn and vanish forever.»

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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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