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Da, ali pravih sest strofa su samo one koje je napisala Julia Ward Howe.
BTW, posebno je kul Twainova verzija:
Mine eyes have seen the orgy of the launching of the Sword;
He is searching out the hoardings where the stranger's wealth is stored;
He hath loosed his fateful lightnings, and with woe and death has scored;
His lust is marching on.
I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps;
They have builded him an altar in the Eastern dews and damps;
I have read his doomful mission by the dim and flaring lamps--
His night is marching on.
I have read his bandit gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:
"As ye deal with my pretensions, so with you my wrath shall deal;
Let the faithless son of Freedom crush the patriot with his heel;
Lo, Greed is marching on!"
We have legalized the strumpet and are guarding her retreat;*
Greed is seeking out commercial souls before his judgement seat;
O, be swift, ye clods, to answer him! be jubilant my feet!
Our god is marching on!
In a sordid slime harmonious Greed was born in yonder ditch,
With a longing in his bosom--and for others' goods an itch.
As Christ died to make men holy, let men die to make us rich--
Our god is marching on.
BTW, posebno je kul Twainova verzija:
Mine eyes have seen the orgy of the launching of the Sword;
He is searching out the hoardings where the stranger's wealth is stored;
He hath loosed his fateful lightnings, and with woe and death has scored;
His lust is marching on.
I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps;
They have builded him an altar in the Eastern dews and damps;
I have read his doomful mission by the dim and flaring lamps--
His night is marching on.
I have read his bandit gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:
"As ye deal with my pretensions, so with you my wrath shall deal;
Let the faithless son of Freedom crush the patriot with his heel;
Lo, Greed is marching on!"
We have legalized the strumpet and are guarding her retreat;*
Greed is seeking out commercial souls before his judgement seat;
O, be swift, ye clods, to answer him! be jubilant my feet!
Our god is marching on!
In a sordid slime harmonious Greed was born in yonder ditch,
With a longing in his bosom--and for others' goods an itch.
As Christ died to make men holy, let men die to make us rich--
Our god is marching on.
Dawngreeter wrote:
U ovoj prici Evropa je kao drugi Isus Hrist. Zrtvovala se za grehe Sovjeta.
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To stoji.Gassalasca Jape wrote:Da, ali pravih sest strofa su samo one koje je napisala Julia Ward Howe. :roll:
A sto se tice Twainove varijante, mislim da je cak i imam negde na hardu...
A sada da pustimo malo i druge da iskazu svoje misljenje. Taman dok se setim jos nekog teksta.
Deception is a Right · Truth is a Privilege · Innocence is a Luxury
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's too 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
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's too 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
I don't care,
I'm still free,
You can't take the sky from me!
I'm still free,
You can't take the sky from me!
...aha...Hristy wrote:Metallica Fade To Black
Life it seems, will fade away
Drifting further every day
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:lol: :lol: :lol:stalker wrote:...aha...Hristy wrote:Metallica Fade To Black
Life it seems, will fade away
Drifting further every day
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Kompletan tekst pesme . . .Rover wrote:danas sam se setio najbolje(bajzaraznije) reklame:
Cipiripi cip-cipiripi
id cikilidi i lisniki
jir nimi nicig lipsig
id cipiripiji
Tij cipiripi, tij cipiripi,
kii cikilidi i kii krim,
id sidi ki bimbini,
ji vilim di jidim,
tij cipiripi, tij cipiripi,
id cikilidi i lisniki
jir nimi nicig lipsig,
id cippiripiji . . .
Cintri priizvid . . .
uhh . . . kahm
C*ntr* pr*izv*d
P.S.
A sad ocu da mi plate za reklamu!!!
Mislim, ako mi plate ispravicu slova koja nedostaju :D
There is no problem a cannon* can't solve.
*Zbog promene sistema koji igram, ovo treba citati kao "combined late US veteran artillery barage of 12 or more barrels with first roll to range in success"Dzon Vejn wrote:Ali uopste nije poenta u tome... poenta je da ti:
1. Nemas veru u Sigmara, i zato ti Hellblaster ne radi protiv goblina, kostura, itd.
2. Verujes u tamo neke tenkove, i ostale alternativne metodologije imperijalne borbe, dok je u stvarnosti Hellblaster osnova svega :D - dakle topovi, mortari, handugnneri, tenkovi - to sve dodje i prodje; jedino je Hellblaster siguran posao .
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E koji ste vi likovi...
Hit Somebody (The Hockey Song) by Warren Zevon
He was born in Big Beaver by the borderline
He started playing hockey by the time he was nine
His dad took the hose and froze the back yard
And Little Buddy dreamed he was Rocket Richard
He grew up big and he grew up tough
He saw himself scoring for the Wings or Canucks
But he wasn't that good with a puck
Buddy's real talent was beating people up
His heart wasn't in it but the crowd ate it up
Through pee-wee's and juniors, midgets and mites
He must have racked up more than three hundred fights
A scout from the flames came down from Saskatoon
Said, "There's always room on our team for a goon
Son, we've always got room for a goon"
There were Swedes to the left of him
Russians to the right
A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight
Brains over brawn--that might work for you
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
Hit somebody! was what the crowd roared
When Buddy the goon came over the boards
"Coach," he'd say, "I wanna score goals"
The coach said, "Buddy, remember your role,
The fast guys get paid, they shoot, and they score
Protect them, Buddy, that's what you're here for
Protection is what you're here for
Protection--it's the stars who score
Protection--go and kick somebody's ass
Protection--don't put the biscuit in the basket just
Hit some, Buddy! it rang in his ears
Blood on the ice ran down through the years
The king of the goons with a box for a throne
A thousand stitches and broken bones
He never lost a fight on his icy patrol
But deep inside, Buddy only dreamed of a goal
He just wanted one damn goal
There were Swedes at the the blue line
Finns at the red
A Russian with a stick heading straight for his head
Brains over Brawn--that might work for you
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
In his final season, on his final night
Buddy and a Finn goon were pegged for a fight
Thirty seconds left, the puck took a roll
And suddenly Buddy had a shot on goal
The goalie committed, Buddy picked his spot
Twenty years of waiting went into that shot
The fans jumped up, the Finn jumped too
And coldcoughed Buddy on his followthrough
The big man crumbled but he fell all right
'Cause the last thing he saw
was the flashing red light
He saw that heavenly light
There were Swedes to the left of him
Russians to the right
A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight
Take care of your teeth--that might work for you
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
Za vremena kada su SSSR, Cesi Kanadjani i Finci igrali vrhunski hokej...
Hit Somebody (The Hockey Song) by Warren Zevon
He was born in Big Beaver by the borderline
He started playing hockey by the time he was nine
His dad took the hose and froze the back yard
And Little Buddy dreamed he was Rocket Richard
He grew up big and he grew up tough
He saw himself scoring for the Wings or Canucks
But he wasn't that good with a puck
Buddy's real talent was beating people up
His heart wasn't in it but the crowd ate it up
Through pee-wee's and juniors, midgets and mites
He must have racked up more than three hundred fights
A scout from the flames came down from Saskatoon
Said, "There's always room on our team for a goon
Son, we've always got room for a goon"
There were Swedes to the left of him
Russians to the right
A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight
Brains over brawn--that might work for you
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
Hit somebody! was what the crowd roared
When Buddy the goon came over the boards
"Coach," he'd say, "I wanna score goals"
The coach said, "Buddy, remember your role,
The fast guys get paid, they shoot, and they score
Protect them, Buddy, that's what you're here for
Protection is what you're here for
Protection--it's the stars who score
Protection--go and kick somebody's ass
Protection--don't put the biscuit in the basket just
Hit some, Buddy! it rang in his ears
Blood on the ice ran down through the years
The king of the goons with a box for a throne
A thousand stitches and broken bones
He never lost a fight on his icy patrol
But deep inside, Buddy only dreamed of a goal
He just wanted one damn goal
There were Swedes at the the blue line
Finns at the red
A Russian with a stick heading straight for his head
Brains over Brawn--that might work for you
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
In his final season, on his final night
Buddy and a Finn goon were pegged for a fight
Thirty seconds left, the puck took a roll
And suddenly Buddy had a shot on goal
The goalie committed, Buddy picked his spot
Twenty years of waiting went into that shot
The fans jumped up, the Finn jumped too
And coldcoughed Buddy on his followthrough
The big man crumbled but he fell all right
'Cause the last thing he saw
was the flashing red light
He saw that heavenly light
There were Swedes to the left of him
Russians to the right
A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight
Take care of your teeth--that might work for you
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
Za vremena kada su SSSR, Cesi Kanadjani i Finci igrali vrhunski hokej...
CYNIC, n.
A blackguard whose faulty vision sees things as they are, not as they ought to be. Hence the custom among the Scythians of plucking out a cynic's eyes to improve his vision.
A blackguard whose faulty vision sees things as they are, not as they ought to be. Hence the custom among the Scythians of plucking out a cynic's eyes to improve his vision.
Da razbijemo maler...
it was a miracle I even got out of longwood alive
this town full of men with big mouths and no guts
I mean, if you can just picture it:
the whole third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast
and the street below showered in shards of broken glass
and all the drunks pouring out of the dance halls
staring up at the smoke and the flames
and the blind pencil seller waving his stick
shouting for his dog that lay dead on the side of the road
and me, if you can believe this
at the wheel of the car
closing my eyes and actually praying
not to God above, but to you, saying:
"help me, girl
help me, girl
I'll love you till the end of the world
with your eyes black as coal
and your long dark curls,"
some things we plan
we sit and we invent
and we plot and cook up
others are works of inspiration, of poetry
and it was this genius hand
that pushed me up the hotel stairs
to say my last goodbye
to her hair as white as snow and of pale blue eyes
saying:
"I gotta go, I gotta go
the bomb and the bread basket
are ready to blow,"
in this town of men with big mouths and no guts
the pencil seller's dog, spooked by the explosion
leaping under my wheels
as I careened out of longwood
on my way to you
waiting in your dress
in your dress of blue
I said:
"thank you, girl
thank you, girl
I'll love you till the end of the world
with your eyes black as coal
and your long, dark curls,"
and with the horses prancing through the fields
with my knife in my jeans and the rain on the shield
I sang a song for the glory of the beauty of you
waiting for me
in your dress of blue
"thank you, girl
thank you, girl
I'll love you till the end of the world
with your eyes black as coal
and your long, dark curls,"
it was a miracle I even got out of longwood alive
this town full of men with big mouths and no guts
I mean, if you can just picture it:
the whole third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast
and the street below showered in shards of broken glass
and all the drunks pouring out of the dance halls
staring up at the smoke and the flames
and the blind pencil seller waving his stick
shouting for his dog that lay dead on the side of the road
and me, if you can believe this
at the wheel of the car
closing my eyes and actually praying
not to God above, but to you, saying:
"help me, girl
help me, girl
I'll love you till the end of the world
with your eyes black as coal
and your long dark curls,"
some things we plan
we sit and we invent
and we plot and cook up
others are works of inspiration, of poetry
and it was this genius hand
that pushed me up the hotel stairs
to say my last goodbye
to her hair as white as snow and of pale blue eyes
saying:
"I gotta go, I gotta go
the bomb and the bread basket
are ready to blow,"
in this town of men with big mouths and no guts
the pencil seller's dog, spooked by the explosion
leaping under my wheels
as I careened out of longwood
on my way to you
waiting in your dress
in your dress of blue
I said:
"thank you, girl
thank you, girl
I'll love you till the end of the world
with your eyes black as coal
and your long, dark curls,"
and with the horses prancing through the fields
with my knife in my jeans and the rain on the shield
I sang a song for the glory of the beauty of you
waiting for me
in your dress of blue
"thank you, girl
thank you, girl
I'll love you till the end of the world
with your eyes black as coal
and your long, dark curls,"
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Tonight I'll shave the mountain
I'll cut the hearts from pharoahs
I pull the road off of the rise
tear the memories from my eyes
and in the morning I'll be gone
I drink 1000 shipwrecks
tonight I'll steal your paychecks
I paint the sheets across my bed
the birds will all fly from my head
and in the morning I'll be gone
take every dream that's breathing
find every boot that's leaving
shoot all the lights in the cafe
and in the morning I'll be gone
I bet 1000 dollars
I have a french companion
I tie myself below the deck
I pull the rope around my neck
and in the morning I'll be gone
it takes a life to win her
there is a drum of bourbon
800 pounds of nitro
his boots are thunder as he plays
theree is a stone inside it
tonight his bones will ride it
I'll need a tent to hide it
and in the morning I'll be gone
and in the morning I'll be gone
and in the morning I'll be gone
I'll cut the hearts from pharoahs
I pull the road off of the rise
tear the memories from my eyes
and in the morning I'll be gone
I drink 1000 shipwrecks
tonight I'll steal your paychecks
I paint the sheets across my bed
the birds will all fly from my head
and in the morning I'll be gone
take every dream that's breathing
find every boot that's leaving
shoot all the lights in the cafe
and in the morning I'll be gone
I bet 1000 dollars
I have a french companion
I tie myself below the deck
I pull the rope around my neck
and in the morning I'll be gone
it takes a life to win her
there is a drum of bourbon
800 pounds of nitro
his boots are thunder as he plays
theree is a stone inside it
tonight his bones will ride it
I'll need a tent to hide it
and in the morning I'll be gone
and in the morning I'll be gone
and in the morning I'll be gone
Dawngreeter wrote:
U ovoj prici Evropa je kao drugi Isus Hrist. Zrtvovala se za grehe Sovjeta.
Ajoj joj.... zasvirajte joj najmanju vioklinu na svetu...stalker wrote:...aha...Hristy wrote:Metallica Fade To Black
Life it seems, will fade away
Drifting further every day
http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j215/ ... d98cb1.jpg
A verovao sam mu kao bratu, sto znaci nimalo...
Chuck Norris can touch MC Hammer
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Chuck Norris can touch MC Hammer
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Bobbisha wrote: Njemu bi zena trebala samo da sklanja sve ove pixle i knjige koje ostavlja u klonji
Simka cokolade se prave od lesnika i krave...!!!!!
Naj morbidnija reklama za malu decu pa cokolade se prave od mleka pobogu ne od krava....
TEARS OF A DRAGON
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FOR TOO LONG NOW, THERE WERE SECRETS IN MY MIND
FOR TOO LONG NOW, THERE WERE THINGS I SHOULD HAVE SAID
IN THE DARKNESS, I WAS STUMBLING FOR THE DOOR
TO FIND A REASON, TO FIND THE PLACE, THE TIME, THE HOUR
WAITING FOR THE WINTER SUN, AND THE COLD LIGHT OF DAY
THE MISTY GHOSTS OF CHILDHOOD FEARS...
THE PRESSURE IS BUILDING AND I CAN STAY AWAY
I THROW MYSELF INTO THE SEE
RELEASE THE WAVE LET IT WASH OVER ME
TO FACE THE FEAR, I ONCE BELIEVED
THE TEARS OF THE DRAGON, FOR YOU AND FOR ME
WHERE I WAS, I HAD WINGS I COULDN'T FLY,
WHERE I WAS, I HAD TEARS I COULDN'T CRY
MY EMOTIONS, FROZEN IN AN ICY LAKE
I COULDN'T FEEL THEM UNTIL THE ICE BEGAN TO BREAK
I HAVE NO POWER OVER THIS, YOU KNOW I'M AFRAID
THE WALLS I BUILD ARE CRUMBLING
THE WATER IS MOVING, I'M SLIPPING AWAY
I THROW MYSELF INTO THE SEE
RELEASE THE WAVE LET IT WASH OVER ME
TO FACE THE FEAR, I ONCE BELIEVED
THE TEARS OF THE DRAGON, FOR YOU AND FOR ME
Naj morbidnija reklama za malu decu pa cokolade se prave od mleka pobogu ne od krava....
TEARS OF A DRAGON
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FOR TOO LONG NOW, THERE WERE SECRETS IN MY MIND
FOR TOO LONG NOW, THERE WERE THINGS I SHOULD HAVE SAID
IN THE DARKNESS, I WAS STUMBLING FOR THE DOOR
TO FIND A REASON, TO FIND THE PLACE, THE TIME, THE HOUR
WAITING FOR THE WINTER SUN, AND THE COLD LIGHT OF DAY
THE MISTY GHOSTS OF CHILDHOOD FEARS...
THE PRESSURE IS BUILDING AND I CAN STAY AWAY
I THROW MYSELF INTO THE SEE
RELEASE THE WAVE LET IT WASH OVER ME
TO FACE THE FEAR, I ONCE BELIEVED
THE TEARS OF THE DRAGON, FOR YOU AND FOR ME
WHERE I WAS, I HAD WINGS I COULDN'T FLY,
WHERE I WAS, I HAD TEARS I COULDN'T CRY
MY EMOTIONS, FROZEN IN AN ICY LAKE
I COULDN'T FEEL THEM UNTIL THE ICE BEGAN TO BREAK
I HAVE NO POWER OVER THIS, YOU KNOW I'M AFRAID
THE WALLS I BUILD ARE CRUMBLING
THE WATER IS MOVING, I'M SLIPPING AWAY
I THROW MYSELF INTO THE SEE
RELEASE THE WAVE LET IT WASH OVER ME
TO FACE THE FEAR, I ONCE BELIEVED
THE TEARS OF THE DRAGON, FOR YOU AND FOR ME
Hehe Dikinson, uvek sam mislio da je ta stvar pateticna, kao sto i jeste
Nije najbolji text, ali ga ja volim, verovatno zato sto mogu da ga pohvatam i bez lyricsa...
Sisters of Mercy- More
Some people get by
With a little understanding
Some people get by
With a whole lot more
I don’t know
Why you gotta be so undemanding
One thing I know
I want more
I want more
(and I need all the love that I can’t get to)
(and I need all the love I can get)
(and I need all the love that I can’t get to)
D’you get scared to feel so much?
To let somebody touch you?
So hot, so cold, so far so out of control
Hard to come by, and harder to hold
Some people get by
With a little understanding
Some people get by
With a whole lot more
I don’t know
Why you gotta be so undemanding
I want more
(and I need all the love I can get)
(and I need all the love that I can’t get to)
(and I need all the love I can get)
(and I need all the love that I can’t get to)
There are parts of me that don’t get nervous
Not the parts that shake
You won’t get what you deserve
You are what you take
Learning to cry for fun and profit
I’m not done yet
Counterfeit dollars or the english zloty
Anything I can get
Some people get by
With a little understanding
Some people get by
With a whole lot more
I don’t know
Why you gotta be so undemanding
One thing I know
I want more
(and I need all the love I can get)
(and I need all the love that I can’t get to)
(and I need all the love I can get)
(and I need all the love that I can’t get to)
All the love that you can get
All the love
That I can’t get to...
Nije najbolji text, ali ga ja volim, verovatno zato sto mogu da ga pohvatam i bez lyricsa...
Sisters of Mercy- More
Some people get by
With a little understanding
Some people get by
With a whole lot more
I don’t know
Why you gotta be so undemanding
One thing I know
I want more
I want more
(and I need all the love that I can’t get to)
(and I need all the love I can get)
(and I need all the love that I can’t get to)
D’you get scared to feel so much?
To let somebody touch you?
So hot, so cold, so far so out of control
Hard to come by, and harder to hold
Some people get by
With a little understanding
Some people get by
With a whole lot more
I don’t know
Why you gotta be so undemanding
I want more
(and I need all the love I can get)
(and I need all the love that I can’t get to)
(and I need all the love I can get)
(and I need all the love that I can’t get to)
There are parts of me that don’t get nervous
Not the parts that shake
You won’t get what you deserve
You are what you take
Learning to cry for fun and profit
I’m not done yet
Counterfeit dollars or the english zloty
Anything I can get
Some people get by
With a little understanding
Some people get by
With a whole lot more
I don’t know
Why you gotta be so undemanding
One thing I know
I want more
(and I need all the love I can get)
(and I need all the love that I can’t get to)
(and I need all the love I can get)
(and I need all the love that I can’t get to)
All the love that you can get
All the love
That I can’t get to...
A verovao sam mu kao bratu, sto znaci nimalo...
Chuck Norris can touch MC Hammer
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Chuck Norris can touch MC Hammer
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Bobbisha wrote: Njemu bi zena trebala samo da sklanja sve ove pixle i knjige koje ostavlja u klonji
A moze i ovako...
1. Moonshield
Tried of dull ages, I walk the same ground,
collecting the tragedies still
Hollow ambitions in a hollow mind
carried my cross to the hill
And how I lust for the dance and the fire
deep of the nectarine sunset to drink
spill me the wind and its fire
to steal of the colors - I'm the moonshield
Shattered hope became my guide
and grief and pain my friends
a brother pact in a blood-ink penned
declare my silent end
Naked an dying under worlds of silent stone
reaching for the moonshield that once upon us shone
1. Moonshield
Tried of dull ages, I walk the same ground,
collecting the tragedies still
Hollow ambitions in a hollow mind
carried my cross to the hill
And how I lust for the dance and the fire
deep of the nectarine sunset to drink
spill me the wind and its fire
to steal of the colors - I'm the moonshield
Shattered hope became my guide
and grief and pain my friends
a brother pact in a blood-ink penned
declare my silent end
Naked an dying under worlds of silent stone
reaching for the moonshield that once upon us shone
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PANTERA
Cemetery Gates
Reverend reverend is this some conspiracy?
Crucified for no sins
An image beneath me
Whats within our plans for life
It all seems so unreal
I'm a man couldn't have feel this world
Left in my misery...
The reverend he turned to me
Without a tear in his eyes
It's nothing new for him to see
I didn't ask him why
I will remember
The love our souls had
Sworn to make
Now I watch the falling rain
All my mind can see
Now is your (face)
Well I guess
You took my youth
I gave it all away
Like the birth of a
New-found joy
This love would end in rage
And when she died
I couldn't cry
The pride within my soul
You left me incomplete
Memories now unfold.
Believe the word
I will unlock my door
And pass the
Cemetery gates
Sometimes when I'm alone
I wonder aloud
If you're watching over me
Some place far abound
I must reverse my life
I can't live in the past
Then set my soul free
Belong to me at last
Through all those
Complex years
I thought I was alone
I didn't care to look around
And make this world my own
And when she died
I should've cried and spared myself some pain...
Left me incomplete
All alone as the memories still remain
The way we were
The chance to save my soul
And my concern is now in vain
Believe the word
I will unlock my door
And pass the cemetery gates
Cemetery Gates
Reverend reverend is this some conspiracy?
Crucified for no sins
An image beneath me
Whats within our plans for life
It all seems so unreal
I'm a man couldn't have feel this world
Left in my misery...
The reverend he turned to me
Without a tear in his eyes
It's nothing new for him to see
I didn't ask him why
I will remember
The love our souls had
Sworn to make
Now I watch the falling rain
All my mind can see
Now is your (face)
Well I guess
You took my youth
I gave it all away
Like the birth of a
New-found joy
This love would end in rage
And when she died
I couldn't cry
The pride within my soul
You left me incomplete
Memories now unfold.
Believe the word
I will unlock my door
And pass the
Cemetery gates
Sometimes when I'm alone
I wonder aloud
If you're watching over me
Some place far abound
I must reverse my life
I can't live in the past
Then set my soul free
Belong to me at last
Through all those
Complex years
I thought I was alone
I didn't care to look around
And make this world my own
And when she died
I should've cried and spared myself some pain...
Left me incomplete
All alone as the memories still remain
The way we were
The chance to save my soul
And my concern is now in vain
Believe the word
I will unlock my door
And pass the cemetery gates
ne znam shto mislish da je ono sumnjivi sadrzaj. prva pesma je bila 43zla u kojoj repuju moskri i ajs nigrutin. za ajsa su svi culi i sve pesme su mu u tom fazonu... a druga pesma je bila prtibg moskri R.I.P. ne vidim shta je tu sumnjivo. Ovo nije neshto u sektashkom fazonu , ovo su realne pesme koje pokazuju kako se zivi u srbiji. Mislim ako ne volish hop to je tvoja stvar ali shto si ono obrisao ne znam. I molim te mi reci shta je tu sumnjivo. A kao niko od vas nije cuo za drogu pre??? I ovde kao nema nijedan narkoman. Ja se ne drogiram i ne lozim ljude da pocnu. Diskove sa ovim pesmama mozesh da kupish u mamutu! Imash i spotove! ako mogu da se pushtaju bez cenzure u 14h ne vidim shta ovde smeta ljudima. Nemoj da mi editujesh postove, izbrishi ih ako mislish da je neshto ''sumnjivo'' i da mi kazesh sta je to... ja stvarno ne vidim nishta u pesmi osim realnog zivota...
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I pravila foruma nisu nista drugo do realnog zivota. Bas kao Ustav ili Zakon.
Post je blago prekrsio pravila foruma - iz*ebati npr.
Zato sam ga izmenio.
Ako imas neki problem sa tim mozes se mi se licno obratiti.
Jedino sto trazim je da ako vec imas ruzne reci u postu, da pojedina slova zamenis zvezdicama.
Post je blago prekrsio pravila foruma - iz*ebati npr.
Zato sam ga izmenio.
Ako imas neki problem sa tim mozes se mi se licno obratiti.
Jedino sto trazim je da ako vec imas ruzne reci u postu, da pojedina slova zamenis zvezdicama.
Care!Awakened wrote:PAKI wrote:(skracena verzija)
Deception is a Right · Truth is a Privilege · Innocence is a Luxury
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Captain said to big old John Henry,
That old drill keeps a-coming around.
Take that steam drill out and start it on that job
Let it whop, let it whop that steel on down
Let it whop, let it whop that steel on down.
That old drill keeps a-coming around.
Take that steam drill out and start it on that job
Let it whop, let it whop that steel on down
Let it whop, let it whop that steel on down.
Dawngreeter wrote:
U ovoj prici Evropa je kao drugi Isus Hrist. Zrtvovala se za grehe Sovjeta.
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Nije bilo lako odbrati ali ovo je jedna od najboljih, ima svega i musko zenskih odnosa i polititike i klope i pica i zdravog zivota i sprdanja sa svim gorepomenutim!!! A sta ne znate sta pise pa polako recnik u ruke i gramaticicu... ako ne uspete pa jednostavno pitajte.....BLUEs....
Beatrice
ÜZENETEK II
(ROCK-MOZGALMI DAL)
Az én világomban, mindig kék az ég!
Hajamat borzolja, a tavaszi szél.
Búzavirág, koszorú itt senki sem szomorú!
Éljen! Éljen! Hurrá!
Keblemen a büszkeségtõl, szétreped az ing!
Kellene egy kislány, mivel babám nincs!
Itt van már a kikelet a madár is csicsereg.
Éljen! Éljen! Hurrá! (Ideiglenesen: ihaj-csuhaj!)
Félre bánat, félre bú sose halunk meg!
Ameddig a házigazda furkósbottal el nem ver!
Vígan szálljon a dalunk, hadd lobogjon a hajunk!
Éljen! Éljen! Hurrá!
Hagyjál békén, úgy unom!
hagyjál békén, úgy unom!
hagyjál békén, felejts már el,
folyton velem foglalkozol!
Jaj de vicces, ha-ha-ha,
jaj de vicces, ha-ha-ha,
jaj de vicces, te jobban tudod,
nekem mi a jó!
Mér' fáj, ha nekem így jó?
Mér' fáj, ha nekem így jó?
kopj le!
Hagyjál békén, jól tudom,
hagyjál békén, jól tudom,
hagyjál, mert ahogy élni szeretnék,
neked sohase lesz jó!
Mér' fáj, ha nekem így jó?
Mér' fáj, ha nekem így jó?
most már, kopj le!
Annyi mindent megettem,
de van amit a gyomrom nem vesz be,
már elnézést, de nem vesz be!
A Mona Lisa ronda és öreg,
a Kisherceg meg elmebeteg,
bocsánat, elnézést!
Jaj! Úgy hazudik mindenki, hogy az botrány!
Egy állat azt mondta én nekem,
hogy nem láthatom a lényeget,
bocsánat, hülye állat!
A lényeg igenis látható,
az más kérdés, hogy nem tartozik rám,
bocsánat, vak vagyok!
Jaj! Úgy hazudik mindenki, hogy az botrány!
Beatrice
ÜZENETEK II
(ROCK-MOZGALMI DAL)
Az én világomban, mindig kék az ég!
Hajamat borzolja, a tavaszi szél.
Búzavirág, koszorú itt senki sem szomorú!
Éljen! Éljen! Hurrá!
Keblemen a büszkeségtõl, szétreped az ing!
Kellene egy kislány, mivel babám nincs!
Itt van már a kikelet a madár is csicsereg.
Éljen! Éljen! Hurrá! (Ideiglenesen: ihaj-csuhaj!)
Félre bánat, félre bú sose halunk meg!
Ameddig a házigazda furkósbottal el nem ver!
Vígan szálljon a dalunk, hadd lobogjon a hajunk!
Éljen! Éljen! Hurrá!
Hagyjál békén, úgy unom!
hagyjál békén, úgy unom!
hagyjál békén, felejts már el,
folyton velem foglalkozol!
Jaj de vicces, ha-ha-ha,
jaj de vicces, ha-ha-ha,
jaj de vicces, te jobban tudod,
nekem mi a jó!
Mér' fáj, ha nekem így jó?
Mér' fáj, ha nekem így jó?
kopj le!
Hagyjál békén, jól tudom,
hagyjál békén, jól tudom,
hagyjál, mert ahogy élni szeretnék,
neked sohase lesz jó!
Mér' fáj, ha nekem így jó?
Mér' fáj, ha nekem így jó?
most már, kopj le!
Annyi mindent megettem,
de van amit a gyomrom nem vesz be,
már elnézést, de nem vesz be!
A Mona Lisa ronda és öreg,
a Kisherceg meg elmebeteg,
bocsánat, elnézést!
Jaj! Úgy hazudik mindenki, hogy az botrány!
Egy állat azt mondta én nekem,
hogy nem láthatom a lényeget,
bocsánat, hülye állat!
A lényeg igenis látható,
az más kérdés, hogy nem tartozik rám,
bocsánat, vak vagyok!
Jaj! Úgy hazudik mindenki, hogy az botrány!
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Ako neko misli da postoji bolji tekst od ove, ili laze ili nema pojma (ili oba):
Bojkot - Hasta Siempre Commandante Che Guevara
Aprendimos a quererte,
Desde la histórica altura,
Donde el sol de tu bravura
Le puso cerco a la muerte.
Aquí se queda la clara,
La entrañable transparencia
De tu querida presencia,
Comandante Ché Guevara.
Tu mano gloriosa y fuerte
sobre la historia dispara,
cuando todo Santa Clara
Se despierta para verte.
Aquí se queda la clara,
La entrañable transparencia
De tu querida presencia,
Comandante Ché Guevara.
Vienes quemando la brisa
con soles de primavera
para plantar la bandera
con la luz de tu sonrisa
Aquí se queda la clara,
La entrañable transparencia
De tu querida presencia,
Comandante Ché Guevara.
Tu amor revolucionario
te conduce a nueva empresa,
donde espera la firmeza
de tu brazo libertario.
Seguiremos adelante
como junto a tí seguimos
y con Fidel te decimos :
"¡Hasta siempre Comandante!"
Aquí se queda la clara,
La entrañable transparencia
De tu querida presencia,
Comandante Ché Guevara.
Bojkot - Hasta Siempre Commandante Che Guevara
Aprendimos a quererte,
Desde la histórica altura,
Donde el sol de tu bravura
Le puso cerco a la muerte.
Aquí se queda la clara,
La entrañable transparencia
De tu querida presencia,
Comandante Ché Guevara.
Tu mano gloriosa y fuerte
sobre la historia dispara,
cuando todo Santa Clara
Se despierta para verte.
Aquí se queda la clara,
La entrañable transparencia
De tu querida presencia,
Comandante Ché Guevara.
Vienes quemando la brisa
con soles de primavera
para plantar la bandera
con la luz de tu sonrisa
Aquí se queda la clara,
La entrañable transparencia
De tu querida presencia,
Comandante Ché Guevara.
Tu amor revolucionario
te conduce a nueva empresa,
donde espera la firmeza
de tu brazo libertario.
Seguiremos adelante
como junto a tí seguimos
y con Fidel te decimos :
"¡Hasta siempre Comandante!"
Aquí se queda la clara,
La entrañable transparencia
De tu querida presencia,
Comandante Ché Guevara.
Is it bright where you are? Have the people changed? Does it make you happy?
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Ah mladalacki romantizam koji od kasapina stvori borca za pravdu slobodu i blagostanje... Koji retardi...Dawngreeter wrote:Ako neko misli da postoji bolji tekst od ove, ili laze ili nema pojma (ili oba):
Bojkot - Hasta Siempre Commandante Che Guevara
CYNIC, n.
A blackguard whose faulty vision sees things as they are, not as they ought to be. Hence the custom among the Scythians of plucking out a cynic's eyes to improve his vision.
A blackguard whose faulty vision sees things as they are, not as they ought to be. Hence the custom among the Scythians of plucking out a cynic's eyes to improve his vision.
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JECAM ZNJELA KOSOVKA DEVOJKA
Jecam znjela Kosovka devojka.
Jecam znjela, majcice, Kosovka devojka.
Jecam znjela, majcice, jecmu govorila:
Jecam zito, seme plemenito,
jecam zito, majcice, seme plemenito.
Ja te zela, majcice, a ja te ne jela.
Svatovski te konji pozobali,
svatovski te, majcice, konji pozobali.
Svatovski te, majcice, konji pozobali.
Ili moji, ili brata moga.
Bolje moji, majcice, nego brata moga.
Bolje moji, majcice, nego brata moga.
SVILEN KONAC
Svilen konac, srbijanski kroj.
Sitna zica, vezak tanak.
Ja malena, a ti sladak, joj...
Milane, dragane,
hej, milovanje moje sa Morave.
Kosuljica izvezena,
ja malena isprosena
za Milana.
Svilen konac pletem od sna.
Tanka predja srcem se tka,
pa se pokida.
Hej, tugo moja,
tugo devojacka...
Svilen konac pokid'o se sav.
Il' je moja suza pala,
svilen konac pokidala, joj...
Milane, dragane,
hej, milovanje moje sa Morave.
Kosuljica izvezena,
ja malena isprosena
za Milana.
Svilen konac pletem od sna.
Tanka predja srcem se tka,
pa se pokida.
Hej, tugo moja,
tugo devojacka...
JA SAM RODJEN TAMO NA SALASU
Ja sam rodjen tamo na salasu,
u ravnici kraj maloga rita;
ljuljali me talasi Dunava,
milovala vojvodjanska zita.
Ljuljali me talasi Dunava,
milovala vojvodjanska zita.
Tu se spaja Srem, Banat i Backa;
tu se grle tri srca junacka.
Tu i dete rodni salas voli.
Tu se srce sa celikom bori.
Tu i dete rodni salas voli.
Tu se srce sa celikom bori.
Napadali na moj salas vuci.
Palili ga i Nemci i Turci.
Ubijali zoru kad se javi.
Mutili te, moj Dunave plavi.
Ubijali zoru kad se javi.
Mutili te, moj Dunave plavi.
Al' krenuce svadbe sa salasa.
Vratice se vedre letnje noci.
Ravnica ce procvetati nasa.
Ej, salasi, opet cu vam doci.
Ravnica ce procvetati nasa.
Ej, salasi, opet cu vam doci!
Jecam znjela Kosovka devojka.
Jecam znjela, majcice, Kosovka devojka.
Jecam znjela, majcice, jecmu govorila:
Jecam zito, seme plemenito,
jecam zito, majcice, seme plemenito.
Ja te zela, majcice, a ja te ne jela.
Svatovski te konji pozobali,
svatovski te, majcice, konji pozobali.
Svatovski te, majcice, konji pozobali.
Ili moji, ili brata moga.
Bolje moji, majcice, nego brata moga.
Bolje moji, majcice, nego brata moga.
SVILEN KONAC
Svilen konac, srbijanski kroj.
Sitna zica, vezak tanak.
Ja malena, a ti sladak, joj...
Milane, dragane,
hej, milovanje moje sa Morave.
Kosuljica izvezena,
ja malena isprosena
za Milana.
Svilen konac pletem od sna.
Tanka predja srcem se tka,
pa se pokida.
Hej, tugo moja,
tugo devojacka...
Svilen konac pokid'o se sav.
Il' je moja suza pala,
svilen konac pokidala, joj...
Milane, dragane,
hej, milovanje moje sa Morave.
Kosuljica izvezena,
ja malena isprosena
za Milana.
Svilen konac pletem od sna.
Tanka predja srcem se tka,
pa se pokida.
Hej, tugo moja,
tugo devojacka...
JA SAM RODJEN TAMO NA SALASU
Ja sam rodjen tamo na salasu,
u ravnici kraj maloga rita;
ljuljali me talasi Dunava,
milovala vojvodjanska zita.
Ljuljali me talasi Dunava,
milovala vojvodjanska zita.
Tu se spaja Srem, Banat i Backa;
tu se grle tri srca junacka.
Tu i dete rodni salas voli.
Tu se srce sa celikom bori.
Tu i dete rodni salas voli.
Tu se srce sa celikom bori.
Napadali na moj salas vuci.
Palili ga i Nemci i Turci.
Ubijali zoru kad se javi.
Mutili te, moj Dunave plavi.
Ubijali zoru kad se javi.
Mutili te, moj Dunave plavi.
Al' krenuce svadbe sa salasa.
Vratice se vedre letnje noci.
Ravnica ce procvetati nasa.
Ej, salasi, opet cu vam doci.
Ravnica ce procvetati nasa.
Ej, salasi, opet cu vam doci!
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septicka jama (ili tako nesto, nisam siguran) - Govno mrtve babe
GOVNO MRTVE BABE
KRV,GROBLJE
NOC I RAKA
USRED MRAKA
NAOPAKA
PETOKRAKA
SVOJE ŠLJAKA
DVA GROBARA
DOK LOPATE
RABE
STALA SU U GOVNO
GOVNO MRTVE BABE
DI JE GOVNO
TU JE I BABA
BIJELI LUK I KOLAC
ZAŠTITA SU SLABA
NI VODA SVETA
BABI NE SMETA
S ONOG JE SVIJETA
BABA KLETA
DIGLA SE IZ GROBA
CRNE RUPE
GROBARA DVA
PALI SU NA DUPE
NA CELU BABI
TOKARENE GLAVE
BABU VOLE
BABI SE KLANJAJU
BABI SE MOLE
BABU TRAŽE
BABA SE S TIM SLAŽE
DOÐI VRAŽE
DI TE TRAŽE
DOÐI VRAŽE
DI TE TRAŽE
DIŽ SE BABA
EVO DANA!
NE BOJI SE TAMJANA
NE BOJI SE GAŠPARA
KUZME NI DAMJANA
HOCE ROBLJE
OBILAZI GROBLJE
TRAŽI ŽRTVE
DIGLA BI MRTVE
IDE BABA
RUKU DIŽE
BRÐANIN JOJ
DUPE LIŽE
HOCE BABA
BITI GLAVNA
KAO U VREMENA
DAVNA
BODLJIKAVU BI
ŽICU DIGLA
PRED STALJINGRAD
BI OPET STIGLA
POTPALILA
BI BABA PECI
VRATILA BI
NAM RAJH TRECI
AL NE ONAJ
VEC JOŠ VECI
NEMA KRAJA
NJENOJ SRECI
NABIJ SE BABA
TI NA PSECI !
GOVNO MRTVE BABE
KRV,GROBLJE
NOC I RAKA
USRED MRAKA
NAOPAKA
PETOKRAKA
SVOJE ŠLJAKA
DVA GROBARA
DOK LOPATE
RABE
STALA SU U GOVNO
GOVNO MRTVE BABE
DI JE GOVNO
TU JE I BABA
BIJELI LUK I KOLAC
ZAŠTITA SU SLABA
NI VODA SVETA
BABI NE SMETA
S ONOG JE SVIJETA
BABA KLETA
DIGLA SE IZ GROBA
CRNE RUPE
GROBARA DVA
PALI SU NA DUPE
NA CELU BABI
TOKARENE GLAVE
BABU VOLE
BABI SE KLANJAJU
BABI SE MOLE
BABU TRAŽE
BABA SE S TIM SLAŽE
DOÐI VRAŽE
DI TE TRAŽE
DOÐI VRAŽE
DI TE TRAŽE
DIŽ SE BABA
EVO DANA!
NE BOJI SE TAMJANA
NE BOJI SE GAŠPARA
KUZME NI DAMJANA
HOCE ROBLJE
OBILAZI GROBLJE
TRAŽI ŽRTVE
DIGLA BI MRTVE
IDE BABA
RUKU DIŽE
BRÐANIN JOJ
DUPE LIŽE
HOCE BABA
BITI GLAVNA
KAO U VREMENA
DAVNA
BODLJIKAVU BI
ŽICU DIGLA
PRED STALJINGRAD
BI OPET STIGLA
POTPALILA
BI BABA PECI
VRATILA BI
NAM RAJH TRECI
AL NE ONAJ
VEC JOŠ VECI
NEMA KRAJA
NJENOJ SRECI
NABIJ SE BABA
TI NA PSECI !