Lollapalooza Skrevet 21. juli 2005 Del Skrevet 21. juli 2005 (endret) Nine inch nails - Right where it belongs See the animal in it's cage that you built Are you sure what side you're on Better not look him too closely in the eye Are you sure what side of the glass you are on See the safety of the life you have built Everything where it belongs Feel the hollowness inside of your heart And it's all Right where it belongs What if everything around you Isn't quite as it seems What if all the world you think you know Is an elaborate dream And if you look at your reflection Is it all you wanted to be? What if you could look right through the cracks Would you find yourself Find yourself afriad to see? What if all the world's inside of your heart Just creations of your own Your devils and your gods All the living and the dead And you really are alone You can live in this illusion You can choose to believe You keep looking but you can't find the words Are you hiding in the dreams? Oppfriskende når man er deprimert Endret 21. juli 2005 av LifEstEElEr Lenke til kommentar
Midnight_walker Skrevet 21. juli 2005 Del Skrevet 21. juli 2005 Nice Larzemannen Men over til mitt sangtekst humør: Metallica - Nothing Else Matters So close no matter how far Couldn't be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are And nothing else matters Never opened myself this way Life is ours, we live it our way All these words I don't just say And nothing else matters Trust I seek and I find in you Every day for us something new Open mind for a different view And nothing else matters Never cared for what they do Never cared for what they know But I know So close no matter how far It couldn't be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are And nothing else matters Never cared for what they do Never cared for what they know But I know I never opened myself this way Life is ours, we live it our way All these words I don't just say And nothing else matters Trust I seek and I find in you Every day for us something new Open mind for a different view And nothing else matters Never cared for what they say Never cared for games they play Never cared for what they do Never cared for what they know And I know So close no matter how far Couldn't be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are No, nothing else matters Lenke til kommentar
Juleniss1 Skrevet 21. juli 2005 Del Skrevet 21. juli 2005 Humør: Jeg er stolt over at metal er ut, og jeg digger det!Tilsvarende humør: Godt!! Edit: Shit, jeg har passert 300 uten å merket det! Hvis det hadde vært inn, da hadde det vel ikke passet til goth-imaget ditt? Men ut er det vel ikke. Lenke til kommentar
Kakofoni Skrevet 21. juli 2005 Del Skrevet 21. juli 2005 (endret) Rainbow - Starstruck If I'm high on a hill She'd still been looking down at me What does she see that brings her closer every day to my heart If I'm away from home And think I'm all alone She's there, somewhere I look around to see And looking back at me She's there, beware! Creeping like a hungry cat Seen it before I know it can mean that The lady starstruck, she's nothing but bad luck The lady starstruck, running after me The lady starstruck, she's nothing but bad luck, yeah I could fly to the moon But she'd soon find a way to be there I never knew for a while that a smile made 'em really care She wants a souvenir To everyone it's clear She's hooked - with one look She wants a photograph And everybody laughs but not me 'cause I see She's creeping like a hungry cat I've seen it before I know I can mean that The lady starstruck, she's nothing but bad luck The lady starstruck, running after me The lady starstruck, she's nothing but bad luck, oh oh o-o-oh Oh my The lady starstruck, she's nothing but bad luck The lady starstruck, running after me, yeah The lady starstruck, she's nothing but bad luck, yeah It used to be a game Now I can't repeat my name at all She seems to believe that I never can refuse a call She wants a souvenir To everyone it's clear She's hooked! With one look! She wants a photograph And everybody laughs, hah! But not me 'cause I see She's creeping like a hungry cat I've seen it before I know it can mean that The lady starstruck, she's nothing but bad luck The lady starstruck, running after me The lady starstruck, she's nothing but bad luck, bad luck The lady starstruck, she's nothing but bad luck The lady starstruck running after me The lady starstruck, she's nothing but bad luck Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck And back of a tree, looking back at me Climbing up my stair I've just got to beware Lady starstruck, yes, she's bad luck, bad luck Endret 21. juli 2005 av Mr. Crowley Lenke til kommentar
LarsP Skrevet 21. juli 2005 Del Skrevet 21. juli 2005 (endret) Humør: kjempeglad! Excrementory Grindfuckers - Thrash is Fresh AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHRRR !!!! We are the Grindfuckers, we destroy all and anything, you need our shit because ansonsten you're suffering. We're grinding you to death not caring 'bout intelligence NO USE FOR A MESSAGE AT ALL This text is written in my room Because this song needs lyrics yet It's about fucking bloody thrash So it needs brutal speech like this WAAAAR!!! RAAAAPE!!! BLOOOOD !!! BUUUNNNIIEES !!! Excrementory is the mould that nestles in your cunt, the cheesy herpes on your cock that makes it fucking blunt. The notifiable disease that makes your rosace grow, we FUCK FUCK FUCK IN EVERY FUCKING HOLE! We sound as brutal as your motherfucking mother did during your birth, when you came out and teared off her clit. We sound as bestial as your namby-pamby father do GETTING ON HIS CHEEK A GRINDFUCKERS TATTOO! I sit here bored and don't know how to fill this lines with simple words but bloody thrash like this needs lyrics, also if noone understands. I like the sunshine shining soft and warm on my prepuce; I like to move it and explore the liquid I produce; I like such lyrics with wether any sense nor use - Pampadimpadoo-bidoo-bidoo I've got the blues. Endret 21. juli 2005 av LarsP Lenke til kommentar
Sidious Skrevet 22. juli 2005 Del Skrevet 22. juli 2005 A foggy morning greets me quietly today I smell a fragrance in the wind blowing my way And ever further I run to find her I yearn to define my life Placing my faith in chance to meet me in half way Back row to the left A little to the side Slightly out of place Look beyond the light Where you'd least expect There's someone special And she's here to write her name On my skin with kisses in the rain Hold my head and ease my pain In a world that's gone insane... Utrolig vakkert... Lenke til kommentar
Jimstar Skrevet 22. juli 2005 Del Skrevet 22. juli 2005 fy faen! people=shit=crazy sang!! PT-boat on the way to Havana I used to make a living, man Pickin' the banana. Now I'm a guide for the CIA Hooray for the USA! Baby, baby, make me a loco Baby, baby, make me a mambo. Sent to spy on a Cuban talent show First stop - Havana au go-go I used to make a living, man Pickin' the banana Hooray for Havana! Baby, baby, make me a loco Baby, baby, make me a mambo humør: glad Lenke til kommentar
LarsP Skrevet 22. juli 2005 Del Skrevet 22. juli 2005 Humør: Likegyldig Excrementory Grindfuckers - Grind gehört zu Core Grind gehört zu Core wie der Schlagerscheiß davor, schreibt Euch das hinters Ohr. Erinnert Ihr Euch noch ans erste Mal? Jajajaja jaja ja! Jetzt ist der Text ja auch egal! Jajajaja jaja ja! Ist es wahrer Grindcore? Lenke til kommentar
TLZ Skrevet 22. juli 2005 Del Skrevet 22. juli 2005 Humør: Jeg er stolt over at metal er ut, og jeg digger det! Å være stolt over det er teit, dessuten så er vel ikke metal spesielt ut heller. Stonegard, System of a Down, Iron Maiden, Metallica er jo knallpopulære.. Lenke til kommentar
Gromle Skrevet 21. januar 2006 Del Skrevet 21. januar 2006 Type O Negative - Hey Pete (Pete's Ego Trip Version) Hey peter where you going with that axe in your hand hey peter where you going with that axe in your hand I'm going to kill my baby cause i caught her screwing around - with some other man oh yeah i'm going to kill my baby cause i caught her fuckin round - with some other man other man i really don't go for that shit Hey peter you know i heard you cut your whore down hey peter you know i heard you cut your whore down cut her down to the ground That's right i killed my baby - caught her screwing round with every guy in town that's right i killed my baby - caught her screwing round all over this town over this town Hey pete where you going - i want to know hey pete said where - where you gonna go I take that d train - take it down - to brighton beach - yeah - to bay 7 i take that d train - take it down - to brighton beach brighton beach send my baby my baby to heaven I send my baby my baby to heaven Humør og hvorfor går vel klart frem av teksten.... Least Worst of Type O Negative er forresten en fantastisk plate når man er sint eller lei.. Lenke til kommentar
Dommedagsprofet Skrevet 22. januar 2006 Del Skrevet 22. januar 2006 L' Isola di Niente av Premiata Forneria Marconi. Klarer ikke ordrett å tyde teksten, akkurat, men den handler om livet og sånt... og sangen i sånn helhet passer liksom litt stemningen nå. Ma la verità è il numero che ho triste camimnare inutili perché; favole e bugie che parlano di Dio stupidi soldati che chiedono di me Solo nei giardini delie menti siede il tempo che verrà siede chi ha perduto accarezzando quella pace che non ha e pace di un momento è riposare su quest'isola di niente… Ma la verità è il numero che ho triste carriminare inutili perché. E come un aquilone che vento non ha io non pano più di credere di perdonare: troppe verità che chiedono di me Lenke til kommentar
Jernlov Skrevet 22. januar 2006 Del Skrevet 22. januar 2006 Windir - Dauden Lagnadstundi e komen, dauden ha sendt bod No ska livet enda, no e da tid for sorg Lenke til kommentar
Erlendz Skrevet 22. januar 2006 Del Skrevet 22. januar 2006 "When the silence beckons, and the day draws to a close When the light of your life sighs, and love dies in your eyes Only then will I realize, what you mean to me" Lenke til kommentar
Anonym234 Skrevet 22. januar 2006 Del Skrevet 22. januar 2006 A hundred days have made me older since the last time that I saw your pretty face. A thousand lies have made me colder and I don't think I can look at this the same. And all the miles that seperate disappear now when I'm dreamin' of your face. I'm here without you baby but you're still on my lonely mind. I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time. I'm here without you baby but you're still with me in my dreams. And tonight, it's only you and me. The miles just keep rollin' as the people leave their way to say hello. I've heard this life is overrated but I hope that it gets better as we go. I'm here without you baby but you're still on my lonely mind. I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time. I'm here without you baby but you're still with me in my dreams. And tonight girl, it's only you and me. And everything I know, and anywhere I go It gets hard but it won't take away my love. And when the last one falls, and when it's all said and done It gets hard but it won't take away my love. I'm here without you baby but you're still on my lonely mind I think about you baby and i dream about you all the time I'm here without you baby but you're still with me in my dreams And tonight girl, it's only you and me Lenke til kommentar
McBitch Skrevet 22. januar 2006 Del Skrevet 22. januar 2006 Humør: Vanlig Metallica - Fade to black Life it seems, will fade away Drifting further every day Getting lost within myself Nothing matters no one else I have lost the will to live Simply nothing more to give There is nothing more for me Need the end to set me free Things are not what they used to be Missing one inside of me Deathly lost, this can't be real Cannot stand this hell I feel Emptiness is filing me To the point of agony Growing darkness taking dawn I was me, but now He's gone No one but me can save myself, but it to late Now I can't think, think why I should even try Yesterday seems as though it never existed Death Greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye Lenke til kommentar
sweetness Skrevet 22. januar 2006 Del Skrevet 22. januar 2006 Counting Crows - Mr. Jones (live at VH1) So you wanna be a rock n' roll star? Well, listen now to what I say Just get an electric guitar And take some time Learn how to play Just learn how to play Well, I was down at the New Amsterdam Just staring at this yellow-haired girl Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with a black-haired flamingo dancer You know she dances while his father plays guitar And she's suddenly beautiful And we all want something beautiful Man, I wish I was beautiful... Lalalala Oh, cut up, Maria Come on, show me some of them Spanish dances And pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones Oh, believe in me, come on, help me believe in anything 'Cause I wanna be someone who believes Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairytales And we stare at the beautiful women "She's looking at you, nananana, she's looking at me" Standing in this bright light coming through his stereo When everybody loves you You should never be lonely Well, I wanna paint myself a picture I wanna paint myself in blue and red and black and gray All the beautiful colors are very, very meaningful Yeah, you know gray? It's my favorite color I just get so confused every day But if I knew Picasso, I would buy myself a gray guitar and play Mr. Jones and me look into the future We stare at all the beautiful women "Man, she's looking at you, man, I don't think so she's looking at me" Standing in this spotlight Look at me I, I got myself this gray guitar Man, when everybody loves me I hope I never get lonely Lalalala Yeah, I wanna be a lion I know, I know, everybody wants to pass as cats We all wanna be big, big, big, big, big stars Yeah, but then we get second thoughts about that So, believe in me Man, I don't believe in anything And I don't wanna be someone to believe You should not believe in me 'Cause Mr. Jones and me, we just went stumbling through the barrio We stare at all the beautiful women "Man, she's perfect for you" There's got to be someone for me I wanna be Bob Dylan Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky Well, man, when everybody loves you Sometimes that's just about as fucked up as you can be Well, can't you hear me cause I'm sreaming But I did not go outside yesterday Oh, don't wake me cause I was dreaming And I might just stay inside again today 'Cause Mr. Jones and me, we don't see each other much anymore... Lenke til kommentar
FJERNET111 Skrevet 23. januar 2006 Del Skrevet 23. januar 2006 *kose på cd'en* Hypocrisy Warpath We arise from the ashes below to battle and crush the holy war We'll spread our seeds to change history A genocide delivered on your doorstep They will perish in the everlasting flame And we demand a new great victory A new era has begun, the world is falling And darkness triumphs, the emperor has made his call And now the time has come for us to dread his warning The terror will reign, death upon us all Hell is here, no escape Hell is here, Mother Nature's raped Fueled by the hate we plow across the burning nation With blood dripping from our hands only to keep the essentials from our past The great army of the black horde is marching on Through the remains of the slaughtered men A new era has begun, the world is falling And darkness triumphs, the emperor has made his call And now the time has come for us to dread his warning The terror will reign, death upon us all Screams we hear in vain, of souls that turn into dust Lives flushed down the drain, bodies left to rot Nothing remains, only death Earth a wound that never will heal A new beginning will rise through the debris Blood that was spilled, obliterated mankind Life's lost There's nothing left to claim Terror will reign A new era has begun, the world is falling And darkness triumphs, the emperor has made his call And now the time has come for us to dread his warning The terror will reign, death upon us all Lenke til kommentar
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