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Post by swiatowit on Feb 1, 2006 21:54:06 GMT 2
PINK FLOYD- THE HAPPIEST DAYS OF OUR LIVES When, when, when we grew up and went to school There were certain teachers, who Would hurt the children in anyway, they could And pouring their derisions upon anything, we did Exposing every weakness, however carefuly hidden by the kids. But in the town, it was well known When theyu go home at night, Their fat and psychopatic wives would trash them within inches of their lives!!!
ANOTHER BRICKS IN THE WALL Part I Daddy's gone across the ocean Leavin' just a memory A snapshot in the family album Daddy, what'ya leave behind for me? Daddy! What you leave behind for me? All in all it was all just bricks in the wall...
Part II We don't need no education We don't need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teachers, leave those kids alone! Hey, Teachers, leave those kids alone All in all it's just another bricks in the wall! All in all you're just another bricks in the wall!
Part III I don't need no walls around me! No and I don't need no drugs to calm me! I have seen the writings on the wall, Don't think, I need anything at all! No! Don't think I need anything at all! All in all it was just the brick in the wall...
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Post by SkogRoar on Feb 1, 2006 23:25:22 GMT 2
Antimatter - Psalms
Poor boy he knows he's alive, he's afraid to learn, He don't want to get where he's going cos he thinks he's gonna burn, He can't handle being born in the middle of a big black line, No matter where he looks, to him it's just either side. Close your eyes when you feel you're going under, Close your eyes; you can make the shore this time, Close your eyes; you can make it through the wild, ... you can make it through the wild. Poor boy he knows in this life he'll get hunted down, He don't want to make the transition into meat that feeds the ground, He can't hack it when his mind paints a picture from an evil eye, You can't wash the canvas now cos it's full of dye.
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Post by Crow on Feb 2, 2006 10:58:16 GMT 2
'Milk' - S.O.D.
I woke up, can't wait to eat Got my cereal, boy was I beat Opened the fridge, and to my dismay There was no milk, my mother will pay
I want some milk, my coffee grows cold I want some milk, I should've been told
I wish I had some god damn milk My Cheerios just ain't the same I wish I had some god damn milk Too bad the milkman never came
I can't go out to the store I'll just wait till my mother buys more I'll just have wheat thins and beer If I get sick, the toilet is near
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Post by DaveTheRake on Feb 3, 2006 10:27:09 GMT 2
I was listening to Subway To Sally's first album yesterday; I've always loved the last three songs of the album, so beautiful! And specially this one...
Down The Line
I don't have any money all out of nickels and dimes ridin' around in the subway just like a sign of these times but it's fine down the line at the end of the tunnel shines a light I call Sally and Sally tells me she's mine any time
Subway to Sally ridin' from station to station Sally's my destination
keep your slow boat to China your jet plane faster than sound keep your luxury liner I get around underground
Subway to Sally ridin' from station to station Sally's my destination
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Post by swiatowit on Feb 3, 2006 17:16:16 GMT 2
And one- wchich I recently like a lot. MARK KNOPFLER- WHERE DO YOU THINK, YOU'RE GOING? Where d'ya think you're going, Don't you know it's dark outside? Where d'ya think, you're going Don't care about my pride Where d'ya think you're going I think a-you don't know you got no way of knowing there's really no place you can go.
I understand your changes a-long before you reach the door I know where you think you're going you I know what you came here for and now I'm sick of joking you know I like you to be free a-where d'ya think ya going I think you better go with me girl
You say there is no reason but still find cause to doubt me if you ain't with me girl you're gonna be without me. Where d'ya think you're going don't you know it's dark outside. Where d'ya think you're going I wish I didn't care about my pride. And now I'm sick of joking you know I like you to be free a-where d'ya think ya going I think you better go with me, girl...
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Post by CrazyMary on Feb 8, 2006 23:47:55 GMT 2
I took my nick name from this song. Maybe the words on their own don't convey the complete meaning of the song to me, the beauty and the grief.
Pearl Jam - Crazy Mary
She lived on the curve in the road in an old tar paper shack On the south side of the town on the wrong side of the tracks Sometimes on the way into town we'd say, "Mama can we stop and give her a ride?" Sometimes we did but her hands flew from her side Wild eyed crazy Mary
Down a long dirt road past the Parson's place That old blue car we used to race Little country store with a sign tacked to the side Said 'NO L-O-I-T-E-R-I-N-G ALLOWED' Underneath that sign always congregated quite a crowd
Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it around Take a bottle drink it down. Drink it... Pass it around. Pass it a... A-take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it a... Pass it around
One night thunder cracked, Mercy backed outside her windowsill Dreamed I was flying high above the trees over the hills Looked down into the house of Mary A bare bulb on newspaper covered walls And Mary rising up above it all Oh... Oh... Oh...
Next morning on the way into town saw some skid marks and followed them around Over the curve, through the fields, into the house of Mary That what you fear the most could meet you halfway
Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it around. Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it around. Pass it a... Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it a... Pass it around. Oh, pass it a... Pass it arround. Pass it a... Pass it a... Pass it a... Oh yeah
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Post by jarmo on Feb 18, 2006 22:12:57 GMT 2
Ensiferum - Eternal Wait
It appeals to me because it fitted right in my situation some time ago... I was depressed... And I read the lyrics, and I recognized problems of my own and problems of friends in is...
especially the part: I have carried this burden so long for you, that nothing but sorrow I feel. I have let myself believe, that nothing would hurt deeper than truth.
and: I hear your silent cry, lost in the rainy night, no reason to live for, one reason to die for.
The end is also very beautyful...
But however, the full lyrics:
Over the Forgotten sea Voice of angel is calling for me Somewhere, where the mountains collide That's where I'll find my new life
I have carried this burden so long for you that nothing but sorrow I feel I have let myself believe that nothing would hurt deeper than the truth
Never has the wind blown like thousand years ago Everything that I've known has left me on my own Never have I felt the rain fall down like the burning flames All I see is the face of eternal wait
I hear your silent cry lost in the rainy night No reason to live for one reason to die for
I am the one who has fallen into the path of shadows (and that road never seems to end) I am the one who has drowned into the river of tears
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Post by CrazyMary on Feb 21, 2006 15:01:12 GMT 2
A friend put this song on a mix tape for me back in 1997. I still listen to the tape, and the song has become very meaningful to me over the years.
The song is about waiting for the one you love, thinking over the times you had together and hoping they will come again.
The Sisters of Mercy - Nine While Nine
And it's passing strange And I'm waiting for the train Caught up on this line again And it's passing slowly Killing time but it's Better than living in what will come and I've Still got some of your letters with me and I Thought sometimes or I read too much And I think you know let's Drink to the dead lying under the water and the Cost of the blood on the driven snow and the Lipstick on my cigarettes Frost upon the window pane Nine while nine and I'm waiting For the train.....
She said do you remember a time when angels Do you remember a time when fear In the days when I was stronger In the days when you were here she said When days had no beginning While days had no end when Shadows grew no longer I Knew no other friend but you Were wild You were wild.....
Frost upon these cigarettes Lipstick on the window pane and I've Lost all sense of the world outside but I Can't forget so I call your name and I'm Looking for a life for me and I'm Looking for a life for you and I'm Talking to myself again and it's So damn cold it's just not true and I'm Walking through the rain Trying to hold on waiting for the train and I'm Only looking for what you want but it's Lonely here and I think you knew and I'm And I'm waiting And I wait in vain Nine while nine and I'm waiting For the train.....
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Post by Crow on Feb 21, 2006 18:09:34 GMT 2
played one of my all time favourite Motörhead albums, 'Bastards', and think this is one of the stronger songs on it. Lemmy's raw voice makes the impact even bigger.
'Don't Let Daddy Kiss Me'
Little girl sleeping in dreams of peace, Mommy´s been gone a long time, Daddy comes home and she still sleeps, Waiting for the world´s worst crime. And he comes up the stairs like he always does, And he never turns on the light, And she´s wide awake, scared to death, She smells his lust and she smells his sweat Curled in a ball she holds her breath Praying to a God that she´s never met
Don´t let daddy kiss me, Don´t let daddy kiss me Good night
Little girl lies by her daddy´s side And she listens to him breathe She knows there´s something awful wrong That she´s far too young to see And she knows she can´t tell anyone She´s so full of guilt and shame, And if she tells she´ll be all alone They´d steal her daddy and they´d steal her home And it´s not so bad when daddy leaves her alone Praying to her God with his heart of stone
Don´t let daddy kiss me, Don´t let daddy kiss me Good night
Why, tell me why, the worst crime in the world
And daddy lies by his daughter´s side, And he sleeps both deep and well No nightmares come to him tonight, Though his daughter lives in hell For his seed is sown where it should not be And the beast in his mind don´t care And the only sounds are the tears that fall Little girl turns her face to the wall She knows that no one hears her call, But it seems like God hears nothing at all
Don´t let daddy kiss me, Don´t let daddy kiss me, Don´t let daddy kiss me Good night
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Post by Crow on Feb 22, 2006 11:48:15 GMT 2
"Lost In The Ozone"
I am a drifter on a hungry empty sea There is no one on earth to rescue me The winter storms they freeze me Summer burned alive I can´t remember when another soul passed by
Marooned and stranded, on the Islands of the Damned There is no one on earth to take my hand There is no voice to speak, no soul for company The sun goes down like blood into the Western Sea
Alone and dying, and a thousand miles from home I know I never was so broken and alone I searched the sky for God, shivered to the bone Drowned in sorrow, Lost in the Ozone
No hand for me, abandon me Wash over me, watch over me, drowned forever Alone and crying, and a thousand miles astray Alone upon the cruel sea, forsworn and cast away I turned my face to god, but his face was turned away
Lost in the Ozone, nothing left to say Lost in the Ozone, nothing left to say Nothing left to say, nothing left to say Wash over me
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Post by Olli The Drunk Bear on Feb 22, 2006 12:10:30 GMT 2
I was born in a deep forest I wish I could live here all my life I am made from stones and roots My home, these woods and roads
All my life I loved this sound Of the woods all around Eagles flies where the winds blows free Journey is my destiny
Free, free as a journey man Feel, heat in the moonlight Free, free as a journey man Feel, heat in the moonlight
Ragged trousers, rucksack in my back Narrow road behind me I never look back Long way is in the past As in front of me Hunger keeps me going I don't care where it leads Fire burns under my feet Journey men pleasure and destiny Sky is black, stars shows me the way Moon shispered how to keep my faith
Free, free as a journey man Feel, heat in the moonlight
Free, free as a journey man Feel, heat in the moonlight
Free, free as a journey man Feel, heat in the moonlight
Free, free as a journey man Feel, heat in the moonlight
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Post by CrazyMary on Feb 22, 2006 14:49:26 GMT 2
Very desolate but poetically beautiful song crow.
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Post by Crow on Feb 22, 2006 14:58:43 GMT 2
Very desolate but poetically beautiful song crow. Yes, and that's exactly the way I feel at the moment, desolate.
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Post by CrazyMary on Feb 22, 2006 15:00:16 GMT 2
Very desolate but poetically beautiful song crow. Yes, and that's exactly the way I feel at the moment, desolate. Hope it's just a feeling and there is nothing serious happening in your life right now. But if there is, I hope you find the strength to get through it.
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Post by Crow on Feb 22, 2006 15:04:35 GMT 2
Hope it's just a feeling and there is nothing serious happening in your life right now. But if there is, I hope you find the strength to get through it. There are a lot of serious things happening in my life at the moment, but also serious positive things. They make up for the bad.............. I hope.
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