Topp3 Skrivet 23 december, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 23 december, 2004 Men det ville jag? Hmm, ja? Ursäkta mig. jag har inget emot hiphop texter och hiphop. men vad är betydelsefullt i dom texterna ? eller bra ? Fientligt? Ledtråd: Nej. Men haha mycket jävla mer än i skittexten du postade. i den var det ju typ samma sak hela tiden och inget passade ihop. Du skulle inte fatta tupac texten ändå. Även om hit em' up kanske inte var den bästa av hans texter så är den mycket bättre än någon av de där skriktexterna. Fientligt? Ledtråd: Ganska så mycket. Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
Frenzy Skrivet 23 december, 2004 Skapat av Rapportera Share Skrivet 23 december, 2004 alla nationalteaterns och doktor kosmos texter.. dom säger som det är... Nationalteatern är väl samlingsplattor ? men lok osv ? Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
GTA3 freak Skrivet 23 december, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 23 december, 2004 Nej men oj jag ber så mycket om ursäkt för att jag försvarade min musikstil. Det var inte direkt oprovocerat. Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
okka Skrivet 23 december, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 23 december, 2004 The Clash - White Man In Hammersmith Palais. Midnight to six man For the first time from Jamaica Dillinger and Leroy Smart Delroy Wilson, your cool operator Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae With backing bands sound systems And if they've got anything to say There's many black ears here to listen But it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage right Charging from the bass knives to the treble But onstage they ain't got no roots rock rebel Onstage they ain't got no...roots rock rebel Dress back jump back this is a bluebeat attack 'Cos it won't get you anywhere Fooling with your guns The British Army is waiting out there An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons White youth, black youth Better find another solution Why not phone up Robin Hood And ask him for some wealth distribution Punk rockers in the UK They won't notice anyway They're all too busy fighting For a good place under the lighting The new groups are not concerned With what there is to be learned They got Burton suits, ha you think it's funny Turning rebellion into money All over people changing their votes Along with their overcoats If Adolf Hitler flew in today They'd send a limousine anyway I'm the all night drug-prowling wolf Who looks so sick in the sun I'm the white man in the Palais Just lookin' for fun I'm only Looking for fun The Clash - Somebody Got murdered. Someone lights a cigarette While riding in a car Some ol' guy takes a swig And passes back the jar But where they were last night No-one can remember Somebody got murdered Goodbye, for keeps, forever Somebody got murdered Somebody's dead forever And you're minding your own business Carrying spare change You wouldn't cosh a barber You're hungry all the same I been very tempted To grab it from the till I been very hungry But not enough to kill Somebody got murdered His name cannot be found A small stain on the pavement They'll scrub it off the ground As the daily crown disperses No-one says that much Somebody got murdered And it' left me with a touch Somebody got murdered Somebody's dead forever Sounds like murder! Those shouts! Are they drunk down below? It's late, and my watch stopped Some time ago Sounds like murder! Those screams! Are they drunk down below? The Clash - Straight To Hell. If you can play on the fiddle How's about a British jig and reel? Speaking King's English in quotation As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust water froze In the generation Clear as winter ice This is your paradise There ain't no need for ya Go straight to hell boys Y'wanna join in a chorus Of the Amerasian blues? When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City Kiddie say papa papa papa papa-san take me home See me got photo photo Photograph of you Mamma Mamma Mamma-san Of you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid. It ain't Coca-Cola it's rice. Straight to hell Oh Papa-san Please take me home Oh Papa-san Everybody they wanna go home So Mamma-san says You wanna play mind-crazed banjo On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A.? In Parkland International Hah! Junkiedom U.S.A. Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison The volatile Molatov says- PSSST... HEY CHICO WE GOT A MESSAGE FOR YA... VAMOS VAMOS MUCHACHO FROM ALPHABET CITY ALL THE WAY A TO Z, DEAD, HEAD Go straight to hell Can you really cough it up loud and strong The immigrants They wanna sing all night long It could be anywhere Most likely could be any frontier Any hemisphere No man's land and there ain't no asylum here King Solomon he never lived round here Go straight to hell boys The Clash - Death Is A Star. And I was gripped by that deadly phantom I followed him through hard jungles As he stalked through the back lots Strangling through the night shades The thief of life Moved onwards and outwards to love In a one stop only motel A storm bangs on the cheapest room The phantom slips in to spill blood Even on the sweetest honeymoon The killer of love Caught the last late Niagara bus By chance or escaping from misery Bu suddeness or in answer to pain Smoking in the dark cinema You could see the bad go down again And the clouds are high in Spanish mountains And a Ford roars through the night full of rain. The killer's blood flows But he loads his gun again Make a grown man cry like a girl To see the guns dying at sunset In vain lovers claimed But they never had met. The Clash - Red Angel Dragnet. I come from a long way away And I know a fine thing when I see it. See it For the same reason no one ever Pointed a telescope at the sun Talking about the Red Angels of New York City [Chorus] Who shot the shot? Who got shot tonite? Not even five enforcement agencies can save their own. Never mind the people Tonite it's raining on the Angels of the City Did anyone prophesize these people? Only Travis Come in Travis One of these days I'm gonna get myself organized. All the animals come out at night. Queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick venal. Some day a real rain will come and wash all the scum off the streets. Thank god for the rain to wash the trash off the sidewalk. Listen you screwheads: Here is a man who would not take it anymore. A man who stood up against the scum, the filth. Now I see clearly. Personally I know the alley Where Jack feeds on the birds of night Not even bubbies on bicycles 2x2 Can stop the blood and feathers flying Waring overalls and for once and for all What is the dream? I'll tell it To live like they do in the movies San Juan you listening? Yeah I bet you are Hands up for Hollywood Hooray I hear you Snappy on the air Hang in their Wall to wall You saved the worled What else? You saved the girl Chmpagne on ice No stranger to Alcatraz To boot Or strip it down Chop it a little Being reasonable Just freedom to move To live For women to take a walk in the park at midnite Hey, but this is serious She can't even get back home I come from a long way off And I know a lifegiver over a lifetaker For the same reason no-one ever pointed A gun at a policeman Talking about the Red Angels of New York City Yeah The Clash - First Night Back In London. The mini cab The driver is black This time of night You better sit in the back Got a few smokes Under your hat The cops are lookin' out For the petrol on the black This time I think So what the hell There's that female I know too well Why should I lean Get out my mind again I ridin' in the back alone The stranger rides again To see my lovely town That always brings you down Where every drifter drifts For many miles around We take a casual drive For two miles up the road The cops pull us over And search right through our clothes They give him hell They check him on the air I sit there with the drugs in my hair As soon as I get home I call Heathrow Want a standby fare to Borneo The Clash - Charlie Dont Surf. [Chorus] Charlie don't surf and we think he should Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma Charlie's gonna be a napalm star Everybody wants to rule the world Must be something we get from birth One truth is we never learn Satellites will make space burn We've been told to keep the strangers out We don't like them starting to hang around We don't like them all over town Across the world we are going to blow them down [Chorus] The reign of the super powers must be over So many armies can't free the earth Soon the rock will roll over Africa is choking on their Coca Cola It's a one a way street in a one horse town One way people starting to brag around You can laugh, put them down These one way people gonna blow us down [Chorus] Charlie don't surf he'll never learn Charlie don't surf though he's got a gun Charlie don't surf think that he should Charlie don't surf we really think he should Charlie don't surf Charlie don't surf and we think he should Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma Charlie don't surf The Clash - Guns Of Brixton. When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun When the law break in How you gonna go? Shot down on the pavement Or waiting on death row You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton The money feels good And your life you like it well But surely your time will come As in heaven, as in hell You see, he feels like Ivan Born under the Brixton sun His game is called survivin' At the end of the harder they come You know it means no mercy They caught him with a gun No need for the Black Maria Goodbye to the Brixton sun You can crush us You can bruise us Yes, even shoot us But oh-the guns of Brixton When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun You can crush us You can bruise us Yes, even shoot us But oh-the guns of Brixton Shot down on the pavement Waiting in death row His game is called survivin' As in heaven as in hell You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton Jag tar ett annat band en annan gång, en annan tid och GAAAAHH! Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
Topp3 Skrivet 23 december, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 23 december, 2004 Det var inte direkt oprovocerat. Öhm.. jo? Han frågade vad som var så djupt/betydelsefullt med de där texterna, på ett artigt sätt också. Oerhört provocerande. Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
GTA3 freak Skrivet 23 december, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 23 december, 2004 Öhm.. jo? Han frågade vad som var så djupt/betydelsefullt med de där texterna, på ett artigt sätt också. Oerhört provocerande. men vad är betydelsefullt i dom texterna ? eller bra ? "eller bra?". Han var ju tvungen att anmärka på det och kunde inte respektera att alla inte tyckte som honom. Att den texten var skit helt enkelt. Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
Frenzy Skrivet 23 december, 2004 Skapat av Rapportera Share Skrivet 23 december, 2004 men kan ni skippa allt nu och skicka in lite txter istället ? Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
Kaboom Skrivet 23 december, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 23 december, 2004 Trust I seek and I find in you Every day for us, something new Open mind for a different view and nothing else matters Metallica - Nothing Else Matters Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
BroDD Skrivet 23 december, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 23 december, 2004 (redigerad) Ingen tycker om mig Ingen vill ha mig, för att ja gillar mask *slurp ljud* Långa och slibbiga Korta och klibbiga, ligger dom i min ask *slurp ljud* när min syrra gifte sig så sjöng curtis (den hon gifte sig med, som oxo e amerikan o lärde sig den sången när han va i sverige ) den låten Redigerad 23 december, 2004 av Gilded_C_unt Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
^MeTaNoLiC^ Skrivet 23 december, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 23 december, 2004 (redigerad) Nationalteatern är väl samlingsplattor ? men lok osv ? nationalteatern är ett band.. eller en grupp eller vad man säger.. sångaren var för övrigt Hans Mosesson numera känd som ICA-Stig Redigerad 24 december, 2004 av ^MeTaNoLiC^ Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
Frenzy Skrivet 24 december, 2004 Skapat av Rapportera Share Skrivet 24 december, 2004 nationalteatern är ett band.. eller en grupp eller vad man säger.. ok men då måste jag ha tänkt p¨å nån samlingsplatta som heter nått med national.. hyllning till national teatern tror jag Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
Ebeeto Skrivet 24 december, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 24 december, 2004 The Clash - White Man In Hammersmith Palais. Midnight to six man For the first time from Jamaica Dillinger and Leroy Smart Delroy Wilson, your cool operator Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae With backing bands sound systems And if they've got anything to say There's many black ears here to listen But it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage right Charging from the bass knives to the treble But onstage they ain't got no roots rock rebel Onstage they ain't got no...roots rock rebel Dress back jump back this is a bluebeat attack 'Cos it won't get you anywhere Fooling with your guns The British Army is waiting out there An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons White youth, black youth Better find another solution Why not phone up Robin Hood And ask him for some wealth distribution Punk rockers in the UK They won't notice anyway They're all too busy fighting For a good place under the lighting The new groups are not concerned With what there is to be learned They got Burton suits, ha you think it's funny Turning rebellion into money All over people changing their votes Along with their overcoats If Adolf Hitler flew in today They'd send a limousine anyway I'm the all night drug-prowling wolf Who looks so sick in the sun I'm the white man in the Palais Just lookin' for fun I'm only Looking for fun The Clash - Somebody Got murdered. Someone lights a cigarette While riding in a car Some ol' guy takes a swig And passes back the jar But where they were last night No-one can remember Somebody got murdered Goodbye, for keeps, forever Somebody got murdered Somebody's dead forever And you're minding your own business Carrying spare change You wouldn't cosh a barber You're hungry all the same I been very tempted To grab it from the till I been very hungry But not enough to kill Somebody got murdered His name cannot be found A small stain on the pavement They'll scrub it off the ground As the daily crown disperses No-one says that much Somebody got murdered And it' left me with a touch Somebody got murdered Somebody's dead forever Sounds like murder! Those shouts! Are they drunk down below? It's late, and my watch stopped Some time ago Sounds like murder! Those screams! Are they drunk down below? The Clash - Straight To Hell. If you can play on the fiddle How's about a British jig and reel? Speaking King's English in quotation As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust water froze In the generation Clear as winter ice This is your paradise There ain't no need for ya Go straight to hell boys Y'wanna join in a chorus Of the Amerasian blues? When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City Kiddie say papa papa papa papa-san take me home See me got photo photo Photograph of you Mamma Mamma Mamma-san Of you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid. It ain't Coca-Cola it's rice. Straight to hell Oh Papa-san Please take me home Oh Papa-san Everybody they wanna go home So Mamma-san says You wanna play mind-crazed banjo On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A.? In Parkland International Hah! Junkiedom U.S.A. Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison The volatile Molatov says- PSSST... HEY CHICO WE GOT A MESSAGE FOR YA... VAMOS VAMOS MUCHACHO FROM ALPHABET CITY ALL THE WAY A TO Z, DEAD, HEAD Go straight to hell Can you really cough it up loud and strong The immigrants They wanna sing all night long It could be anywhere Most likely could be any frontier Any hemisphere No man's land and there ain't no asylum here King Solomon he never lived round here Go straight to hell boys The Clash - Death Is A Star. And I was gripped by that deadly phantom I followed him through hard jungles As he stalked through the back lots Strangling through the night shades The thief of life Moved onwards and outwards to love In a one stop only motel A storm bangs on the cheapest room The phantom slips in to spill blood Even on the sweetest honeymoon The killer of love Caught the last late Niagara bus By chance or escaping from misery Bu suddeness or in answer to pain Smoking in the dark cinema You could see the bad go down again And the clouds are high in Spanish mountains And a Ford roars through the night full of rain. The killer's blood flows But he loads his gun again Make a grown man cry like a girl To see the guns dying at sunset In vain lovers claimed But they never had met. The Clash - Red Angel Dragnet. I come from a long way away And I know a fine thing when I see it. See it For the same reason no one ever Pointed a telescope at the sun Talking about the Red Angels of New York City [Chorus] Who shot the shot? Who got shot tonite? Not even five enforcement agencies can save their own. Never mind the people Tonite it's raining on the Angels of the City Did anyone prophesize these people? Only Travis Come in Travis One of these days I'm gonna get myself organized. All the animals come out at night. Queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick venal. Some day a real rain will come and wash all the scum off the streets. Thank god for the rain to wash the trash off the sidewalk. Listen you screwheads: Here is a man who would not take it anymore. A man who stood up against the scum, the filth. Now I see clearly. Personally I know the alley Where Jack feeds on the birds of night Not even bubbies on bicycles 2x2 Can stop the blood and feathers flying Waring overalls and for once and for all What is the dream? I'll tell it To live like they do in the movies San Juan you listening? Yeah I bet you are Hands up for Hollywood Hooray I hear you Snappy on the air Hang in their Wall to wall You saved the worled What else? You saved the girl Chmpagne on ice No stranger to Alcatraz To boot Or strip it down Chop it a little Being reasonable Just freedom to move To live For women to take a walk in the park at midnite Hey, but this is serious She can't even get back home I come from a long way off And I know a lifegiver over a lifetaker For the same reason no-one ever pointed A gun at a policeman Talking about the Red Angels of New York City Yeah The Clash - First Night Back In London. The mini cab The driver is black This time of night You better sit in the back Got a few smokes Under your hat The cops are lookin' out For the petrol on the black This time I think So what the hell There's that female I know too well Why should I lean Get out my mind again I ridin' in the back alone The stranger rides again To see my lovely town That always brings you down Where every drifter drifts For many miles around We take a casual drive For two miles up the road The cops pull us over And search right through our clothes They give him hell They check him on the air I sit there with the drugs in my hair As soon as I get home I call Heathrow Want a standby fare to Borneo The Clash - Charlie Dont Surf. [Chorus] Charlie don't surf and we think he should Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma Charlie's gonna be a napalm star Everybody wants to rule the world Must be something we get from birth One truth is we never learn Satellites will make space burn We've been told to keep the strangers out We don't like them starting to hang around We don't like them all over town Across the world we are going to blow them down [Chorus] The reign of the super powers must be over So many armies can't free the earth Soon the rock will roll over Africa is choking on their Coca Cola It's a one a way street in a one horse town One way people starting to brag around You can laugh, put them down These one way people gonna blow us down [Chorus] Charlie don't surf he'll never learn Charlie don't surf though he's got a gun Charlie don't surf think that he should Charlie don't surf we really think he should Charlie don't surf Charlie don't surf and we think he should Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma Charlie don't surf The Clash - Guns Of Brixton. When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun When the law break in How you gonna go? Shot down on the pavement Or waiting on death row You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton The money feels good And your life you like it well But surely your time will come As in heaven, as in hell You see, he feels like Ivan Born under the Brixton sun His game is called survivin' At the end of the harder they come You know it means no mercy They caught him with a gun No need for the Black Maria Goodbye to the Brixton sun You can crush us You can bruise us Yes, even shoot us But oh-the guns of Brixton When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun You can crush us You can bruise us Yes, even shoot us But oh-the guns of Brixton Shot down on the pavement Waiting in death row His game is called survivin' As in heaven as in hell You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton Jag tar ett annat band en annan gång, en annan tid och GAAAAHH!!! Det känns verkligen nödvändigt att posta en sådan lång text, precis som om någon skulle läsa igenom allting. Jag hoppade över den helt, men valde ändå att citera den så att sidan blir ännu större och tuffare... Jag hade ju en låttext-topic. Orka göra en ny bara för att ändra temat till "Betydelsefulla texter". Bizarres texter är alla betydelsefulla, by the way... Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
okka Skrivet 24 december, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 24 december, 2004 Det känns verkligen nödvändigt att posta en sådan lång text, precis som om någon skulle läsa igenom allting. Jag hoppade över den helt, men valde ändå att citera den så att sidan blir ännu större och tuffare... Jag hade ju en låttext-topic. Orka göra en ny bara för att ändra temat till "Betydelsefulla texter". Bizarres texter är alla betydelsefulla, by the way... Jo, det var inte så att jag räknade med att någon skulle lästa allt. Men om ni bara tar er tid och läser så ser ni att dom är väldigt bra. Grundideen var även att få en tuff, lång post, tack för att du quotade så får vi även en väldigt tuff, lång sida! Btw. Bizarre är inte alls bra. Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
Frenzy Skrivet 24 december, 2004 Skapat av Rapportera Share Skrivet 24 december, 2004 Jo, det var inte så att jag räknade med att någon skulle lästa allt. Men om ni bara tar er tid och läser så ser ni att dom är väldigt bra. Grundideen var även att få en tuff, lång post, tack för att du quotade så får vi även en väldigt tuff, lång sida! Btw. Bizarre är inte alls bra. Texterna var rätt bra ja Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
luddee Skrivet 24 december, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 24 december, 2004 Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace nigga, I hit em' up... Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is I don't even know why I'm on this track ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level I'ma let my little homies ride on you bitch made-ass bad boy bitches, deal with it!! Tupac - Hit 'em up They wanna see us die, they kick us every time we try They don't give a fuck about us So while I'm getting high, I'm watching as the world goes by Cause they don't give a fuck about us Tupac - They don't give a fuck about us Sen finns det också bra texter från grupper som Lagwagon men orkar inte skriva. Stön, folk fattar ju inte... Lyssna på hela låtarna. va heter den? Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
Bubbli Skrivet 24 december, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 24 december, 2004 Heter inte den (konstigt nog) I don't give a fuck? Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
GTA3 freak Skrivet 24 december, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 24 december, 2004 Den heter hit em' up. Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
StellHell Skrivet 25 december, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 25 december, 2004 (redigerad) Groove Coverage - She She hangs out every day near by the beach Havin’ a HEINEKEN fallin’ asleep She looks so sexy when she’s walking the sand Nobody ever put a ring on her hand Swim to the oceanshore fish in the sea She is the story the story is she She sings to the moon and the stars in the sky Shining from high above you shouldn’t ask why She is the one that you never forget She is the heaven-sent angel you met Oh, she must be the reason why God made a girl She is so pretty all over the world She puts the rhythm, the beat in the drum She comes in the morning and the evening she’s gone Every little hour every second you live Trust in eternity that’s what she gives She looks like Marilyn, walks like Suzanne She talks like Monica and Marianne She wins in everything that she might do And she will respect you forever just you She is the one that you never forget She is the heaven-sent angel you met Oh, she must be the reason why God made a girl She is so pretty all over the world She is so pretty all over the world She is so pretty She is like you and me Like them like we She is in you and me She is the one that you never forget She is the heaven-sent angel you met Oh, she must be the reason why God made a girl She is so pretty all over the world (She is the one) She is the one (That you never forget) That you never forget She is the heaven-sent angel you met She’s the reason (oh she must be the reason) why God made a girl She is so pretty all over the world (oh...) Na na na na na …. The Stranglers - Golden Brown Golden brown texture like sun Lays me down with my mind she runs Throughout the night No need to fight Never a frown with golden brown Every time just like the last On her ship tied to the mast To distant lands Takes both my hands Never a frown with golden brown Golden brown finer temptress Through the ages she's heading west From far away Stays for a day Never a frown with golden brown Never a, never a, never a frown With golden, with golden brown The White Stripes - Seven Nation Army I'm gonna fight 'em all A nation army couldn't hold me back They're gonna rip it off Taking their time right behind my back And I'm talking to myself at night Because I can't forget Back and forth through my mind Behind a cigarette And the message coming from my eyes Says leave it alone Don't want to hear about it Every single one's got a story to tell Everyone knows about it From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell And if I catch it coming back my way I'm gonna serve it to you And that aint what you want to hear But thats what I'll do And the feeling coming from my bones Says find a home I'm going to Wichita Far from this opera for evermore I'm gonna work the straw Make the sweat drip out of every pore And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding Right before the lord All the words are gonna bleed from me And I will sing no more And the stains coming from my blood Tell me go back home Metallica - Die, Die my darling Ah Yeah Die, die, die my darling Don’t utter a single w0rd Die, die, die my darling Just shut your pretty eyes I’ll be seeing you again Yeah, I’ll be seeing you, in hell So don’t cry to me oh baby Your future’s in an oblong box Don’t cry to me oh baby You should have seen it a-coming on Don’t cry to me oh baby I don’t know it was in your card Don’t cry to me oh baby Dead-end soul for a dead-end girl Don’t cry to me oh baby And now your life drains on the floor Don’t cry to me oh baby Die, die, die my darling Don’t utter a single w0rd Die, die, die my darling Just shut your pretty mouth I’ll be seeing you again, yeah-yeah I’ll be seeing you, in hell Don’t cry to me oh baby Your future’s in an oblong box Don’t cry to me oh baby You should have seen it a-coming on Don’t cry to me oh baby I don’t know it was in your card Don’t cry to me oh baby Dead-end soul for a dead-end girl Don’t cry to me oh baby And now your life drains on the floor Don’t cry to me oh baby Die, die, die my darling Don’t utter a single w0rd Die, die, die my darling Shut your pretty mouth I’ll be seeing you again I’ll be seeing you, in hell Die-die-die Die-die-die Die-die-die Die Silverchair - anthem for the year 2000 We are the youth We’ll take your fascism away We are the youth Apologise for another day We are the youth And politicians are so sure We are the youth And we are knocking on death’s door Never knew we were living in a world With a mind that could be so sure Never knew we were living in a world With a mind that could be so small Never knew we were living in a world And the world is an open court Maybe we don’t want to live in a world Where innocence is so short We’ll make it up to you In the year 2000 with... Never knew we were living in a world With a mind that could be so sure Never knew we were living in a world With a mind that could be so small Never knew we were living in a world And the world is an open court Maybe we don’t want to live in a world Where innocence is so short We’ll make it up to you In the year 2000 Build it up for you In the year 2000 Make it up to you In the year 2000 Build it up for you In the year 2000 with you Never knew we were living in a world With a world that could be so sure Never knew we were living in a world With a mind that could be so small Never knew we were living in a world And the world is an open court Maybe we don’t want to live in a world World who cares at all We’ll make it up to you In the year 2000 Build it up for you In the year 2000 Make it hard for you In the year 2000 Build it up for you In the year 2000 Make it hard for you In the year 2000 Build it up for you In the year 2000 with you Redigerad 25 december, 2004 av StellHell Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
Frenzy Skrivet 25 december, 2004 Skapat av Rapportera Share Skrivet 25 december, 2004 (redigerad) Trust I seek and I find in you Every day for us, something new Open mind for a different view and nothing else matters Metallica - Nothing Else Matters jao Metallica EDIT : system of a down - Ego brain Life is but a dream, Drifting on a stream, a stream, Consciously it seems, All of what remains, Ego brain, Man made shame, Shame, Love after it rains, You see my pain is real, Watch my world dissolve, And pretend that none of us see the Fall, As I turn to sand, You took me by the hand, And declared, that love prevails over all. I am just a man, Fighting other men, For land, for land, While I turn to sand, In spite of the pain, Ego brain, Man made Shame, Shame, Love after it rains, You see my pain is real, Watch my world dissolve, And pretend that none of us see the Fall As I turn to sand, You took me by the hand, And declared that love prevails over all. All of what remains, Ego brain, Man made shame, Shame, Love after it rains, You see my pain is real, Watch my world dissolve, And pretend that none of us see the Fall, As I turn to sand, You took me by the hand, And declared that love prevails over all. Redigerad 25 december, 2004 av Frenzy Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
R2D2 Skrivet 25 december, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 25 december, 2004 Silverchair - anthem for the year 2000 Den låten är så jävla bra! Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
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