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Post by Crow on Jan 5, 2006 14:59:27 GMT 2
is your heart grieving then???
there are many songs that can be used for a grieving heart.
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Post by teuton on Jan 5, 2006 17:25:39 GMT 2
Just realized that nearly all lyrics from Sonata Arctica are cool^^ Like Black Sheep or Wolf & Raven!
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Post by DaveTheRake on Jan 5, 2006 19:25:49 GMT 2
TROVADOR DE CIUDAD (J.C. Molina)
Siempre de un lado a otro Andando y sin un pavo Odiando a quien me mira mal Pero tengo que tocar En medio de la calle He puesto mi sombrero Hacerme millonario no lo espero
Contaré cosas que se dicen en la corte Cantaré historias que nadie quiere publicar Soy periódico ambulante De noticias encubiertas Me echará de aquí un municipal
Trovador de ciudad Canto lo que quiero ver Violador de ascensor Siempre que te encuentro Quiero ser el asaltante De tu apartamento Soy tu vigilante espía Y siempre te deseo
Voy a fiestas de alta sociedad Nadie conoce mi doble identidad Soy amante de una dama Esposa de un ministro Llevo el pelo largo Como Jesucristo
Trovador de ciudad Canto lo que quiero ver Violador de ascensor Siempre que te encuentro Quiero ser el asaltante De tu apartamento Soy tu vigilante espía Y siempre te deseo
Trovador de ciudad
CITY TROVADOUR
Always to and fro, walking without a dime, Hating those who look bad at me... But I still have to play! In the middle of the street I've laid my hat, I don't expect to grow rich.
I'll tell you things that are said in the court, I'll sing stories that nobody wants to publish; I'm a vagabond newspapper with hidden news... A policeman will fire me off from here.
City trouvadour, I sing want I want to see; Rapist in an elevator always that I meet you; I want to be the burglar of your flat; I'm your spying watchman, and I always desire you.
I go to the high society parties Nobody knows about my double identity I'm lover of a lady, wife of a minister I've got long hair like JesusChrist.
City trouvadour, I sing want I want to see; Rapist in an elevator always that I meet you; I want to be the burglar of your flat; I'm your spying watchman, and I always desire you.
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Post by SkogRoar on Jan 5, 2006 19:30:26 GMT 2
for heart grievin':
Draconian - It Grieves My Heart
The world is falling so cold and grey. Shallow and empty life lingers on.
It grieves my heart, it tears me apart... I hear this constant disharmony!
Lost in a dead world... With broken wings!
Human reality feeds upon a whore! For what idols have these lowlifes bowed their heads to build up a shattered world? Kill the bitch on the cross... Scorn their sacred loss! And the sheeps are making love to the madness of the flow! Is this all they know...?
The madness of the flow will take the final blow, as the sun goes down over mankind's tomb in the universal graveyard of filth and slime. This is Our time!
Lost in a sick world... Beholding the corruption!
Curse them all! Lead them astray! It grieves my heart they won't go away!
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Post by DaveTheRake on Jan 5, 2006 19:44:15 GMT 2
DON'T TURN SO SAD TODAY, TONIGHT COME THE THREE WSE MEN !!!!!!!! Let's have a laught LA GRANJA DEL LOCO (J.C. Molina) Vivo en un pueblo muy lejos Y creen que estoy loco. Sólo veo conjuntos en la televisión Me gustan esas chaquetas llenas de alambre Tengo una granja y mis cerdos Con chupas de cuero ¡Me largaré a la ciudad! Oigan ustedes yo tengo una granja Y quiero aprender a tocar la guitarra Comprarme una moto y hacer una banda De cerdos rockeros que toquen la flauta. No tengo amigos que tengan Los gustos que yo Y mis amigos de antes Ya tienen su chica Ellos se van a guateques Al cine y a misa Todo mi tiempo gastado En la misma taberna ¡Me largaré a la ciudad! Oigan ustedes yo tengo una granja Y quiero aprender a tocar la guitarra Comprarme una moto y hacer una banda De cerdos rockeros que toquen la flauta. THE FARM OF THE CRAZY" I live in a village far away And they think I'm crazy. I only see groups playing at Tv. I love those jackets full of wire I've got a farm and my pigs All of them wear leather jackets. I'll leave to the city! Hey you all I've got a farm And I want to learn how to play guitar Buy a motorbike, and create a band With pig rockers that play the flute I haven't got friends who like The same things I like All of my former friends have a girl They go to discos, to the cinema and to the church... All my time wasted in the same old tavern I'll leave to the city!!!! Hey you all I've got a farm And I want to learn how to play guitar Buy a motorbike, and create a band With pig rockers that play the flute
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Post by CrazyMary on Jan 6, 2006 2:52:16 GMT 2
for heart grievin': Draconian - It Grieves My Heart Beautiful lyrics Skogroar. Crow, my heart was grieving. Nothing specific, just a melancholic mood. I hope it passes.
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Post by Crow on Jan 6, 2006 9:34:54 GMT 2
we all have our moments CrazyMary. Like you said, hope it passes. As long as the other party knows about it, it's good. I was sad about a love I lost. Turned out the other person felt the same, without us both knowing about it. We only found out when it was too late.
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Post by CrazyMary on Jan 6, 2006 10:16:46 GMT 2
Crow, do I know you?
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Post by Crow on Jan 6, 2006 12:47:24 GMT 2
I don't think so CrazyMary, but I was 'touched' by the lyrics, and it stuck in my head what you wrote, about a grieving heart. Then came back on-line and reacted to that. It's sometimes hard to get things out of my head. I hope I didn't offend you by my reaction.
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Post by Heiðinn Hermaðr on Jan 6, 2006 15:00:08 GMT 2
I love Vintersorg lyrics, mainly the Focusing Blur ones
A Microscopical Macrocosm
Sensory impulses commanding us Still we're aware of its centre Structuring thoughts from a blurry muss With the analogy of electricity to enter
I've painted a world in the dark, With elegant patterns and connections This cosmic genesis' lightning arc, Shapes my body's complexion
A microscopical macrocosm, Of distant mountains and inner plasm, All the elements are eloquenced by infinity A microscopical macrocosm, I and Me float through its chasms, Filtering the universe through a living internity
Thousands of pathway's directory, Lie dormant in this unexplored animator In its lobe rests our closest galaxy Reading, visions from the spiral generator
Atoms composed into a condition Of thinking and intuition
"Sometimes the blind have the perfect protection, More honestly they describe the sky We should look in every direction, Beyond the experiences of the corrupt eye"
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Post by teuton on Jan 6, 2006 15:01:42 GMT 2
Edguy - Vain Glory Opera
The prayers have been spoken may the gods be on my side may they join my way to bring me victory seven at one stroke my triumph and my pride will be history but behind my enemies eyes a soul in disguise not only lies
We live to fight the hand of doom we got the pride to strike a fool vain glory be my wicked guide
what`s hell without a paradise what`s the night without a day we would think it`s bright what`s a fall if we can`t rise what`s a hero at a play without a fool to fight
but behind my enemies eyes a soul in disguise not only lies
but behind my enemies eyes a soul in disguise not only lies
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Post by CrazyMary on Jan 6, 2006 15:47:34 GMT 2
Crow I wasn't offended at all, I think I'm a bit paranoid right now is all. It's always good to know someone else understands how you feel.
And to keep me on topic, I have been listening to The Cure a lot in the past few days. Here's one of my favourites:
The Cure - A Forest
Come closer and see See into the trees Find the girl While you can Come closer and see See into the dark Just follow your eyes Just follow your eyes
I hear her voice Calling my name The sound is deep In the dark I hear her voice And start to run Into the trees Into the trees
Into the trees
Suddenly I stop But I know it's too late I'm lost in a forest All alone The girl was never there It's always the same I'm running towards nothing Again and again and again
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Post by Crow on Jan 6, 2006 16:23:10 GMT 2
'Paranoid', a great song as well and you seem to like The Cure, which is nice.
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Post by thyr on Jan 6, 2006 16:28:51 GMT 2
Nebelhexe - Celtic Crows
Driving through the green island, the misty hills lit by the twilight Breathing the frozen air, reminding me that the dark season is near The mystic landscape makes me stop, take a walk through shadow fields Three crows pass me by and in awe I remember their names and I call out To the queens of war:
Nemain, Morrigan, Babh Catha Three crows fly Like ghosts from another time Above me in the sky
In the shape of the blackest birds they once ruled the battlefields Screaming for courage, screaming for vengeance, reaping the souls of the fallen And all enemies would flee in fear at the sight of the grim war sisters Oh mighty goddesses, I draw my sword, with you by my side I won't fight my battles alone
Nemain, Morrigan, Babh Catha…
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Post by SkogRoar on Jan 6, 2006 17:12:10 GMT 2
Beautiful lyrics Skogroar. and the song totaly fits, the lyric... @thyr: Nebelhexe rules some hungarian poison: Watch My Dying - Fleshmagnet Part 1: I. imagined Her beautiful face with this consummate perfection o’ which O 1 can live with impunity B’cause Her squeeze is mightily strong i desired 4 Her as moth wants the candlelight and She slowly let me B fit 2 drop 1 day She embodied then pinned me on a grill Part 2a piston screams bitterly the machine slowly starts i`ll endure it until the CO2 is enough behind the steerin’ wheel U drive silently i wish 4 collision the weight does me in but U know it`s O important B’cause i`ll die if U stop 2 avoid making me dead but some 1 has 2 drive get dressed then bandage k safe Yo’ face where U arrived from mask Yo’ trace k what U hide O 1 should see wear all the wounds o’ my kisses in U i think i beat myself and then i beat U in my head i leave tufts B’in’ torn on pieces of the broken door i kneel in electrip dream circuit i stretch the strings thereafter inversely Fleshmagnet attracts me steam escapes from the valve it will burn me when the ragin’ furnace comes it`s overdriven it will O B empty hotter than ever pullin’ me in a pipe the vacuum-hopper
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