[edgeofthorns]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=idg6zRhQ9dM
o! nieco w krzywym zwierciadle... nie pamietam, w ktorym wywiadzie przyszla z trumna, co sluzyla za torebke.
Nie podoba mi sie jak siebie prezentuje. Ten mrok mnie dobija i jedyne co mi przychodzi do glowy to... pozerski kicz.
Roman przejawia podobne tendencje.
No i czasem wystepujaca razaca trywialnosc...

Sry, jesli urazilem

Ogolnie... strasznie drazni mnie taki pompatyzm.


Jak znajde, to o co mi chodzi to edita walne. Jutro poszukam, jak znajde czas.

[REKLAMA]

[DarkMoonlight]

Oglądałem ten wywiad to było w Pytanie na Śniadanie w TVP 2;) Noo wiesz może i masz rację, mnie troszkę dobił jej gotycki ślub, ale dziś przezcytałem felieton Anjii i tym wydarzeniu i zmieniłem zdanie. Ale Ona taka jest na codzień, nie powieedziałbym, że to pozerstwo, choć rzeczywiście czasami zalatuje kiczem, tandetą ale i tak lubię jej muzykę;)

[semako]

dobra pora na tekst jednej z najlepszych piosenek wszechczasów jak dla mnie... wiecie to wejście... kopie dupę do tego stopni że to jest koniec do tego cała rytmika no i gitarrrrrra... ach a tekst...

Cytat:

It's no safe to play along Little soldiers in a row Falling in and out of love With something sweet to throw away. But I want something good to die for To make it beautiful to live. I want a new mistake, lose is more than hesitate. Do you believe it in your head?

ten tekst mnie rozwala - wiem technicznie nie ma żadnych tutaj bajerów, ale uwielbiam ten tekst, jej ma w sobie takiego powera... no i jak włazi refren "i can go with the flow - don't say it doesn'n matter anymore" oł jea trzeba to usłyszeć z tym tekstem... ło roztrzaskuje mnie na kawałki...

słuchajcie queens of the stone age możliwe że dziś pod prysznicem się poślizgnę i umrę... pamiętajcie jaka jest moja ewentualna ostatnia wola ach a na pogrzebie ma lecieć właśnie "go with the flow" i "i think i lost my headache" a na stypie cały czas ma lecieć queens of the stone age zmieszane z eagles of death metal

co do Anji to widziałem to "pytanie na śniadanie" nie lubię jej muzyki. ale ona sama w sobie jest zabawna.

[Fnord]

To się dopiero nazywa tekst

Nick Cave - "O'Malley's Bar"

I am tall and I am thin
Of an enviable height
And I've been known to be quite handsome
From a certain angle and a certain light
Well I entered into O'Malley's
Said, "O'Malley I have a thirst"
O'Malley merely smiled at me
said "You wouldn't be the first"
I knocked on the bar and pointed
To a bottle on the shelf
And as O'Malley poured me out a drink
I sniffed and crossed myself
My hand decided that the time was nigh
And for a moment it slipped from view
And when it returned, it fairly burned
With confidence anew
Well the thunder from my steely fist
Made all the glasses jangle
When I shot him, I was so handsome
It was the light, it was the angle
Huh! Hmmmmm
"Neighbours!" I cried, "Friends!" I screamed
I banged my fist upon the bar
"I bear no grudge against you!"
And my dick felt long and hard
"I am the man for which no God waits
And for which the whole world yearns
I'm marked by darkness and by blood
And one thousand powder-burns"
Well, you know those fish with swollen lips
That clean the ocean floor?
When I looked at poor O'Malley's wife
That is exactly what I saw
I jammed the barrel under her chin
And her face looked raw and vicious
Her head it landed in the sink
With all the dirty dishes
Her little daughter Siobhan
Pulled beers from dusk till dawn
And amongst the townfolk, she was a bit of a joke
But she pulled the best beers in town
I swooped magnificent upon her
As she sat shivering in her grief
Like the Madonna painted on the church-house wall
In whale's blood and banana leaf
Her throat it crumbled in my fist
And I spun heroically around
To see Caffrey rising from his seat
I shot that motherfucker down
Mmmmmmmmm Yeah Yeah Yeah
"I have no free will," I sang
As I flew about the murder
Mrs. Richard Holmes, she screamed
You really should have heard her
I sang and I laughed, I howled and I wept
I panted like a pup
I blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes
And her husband he stood up
And he screamed, "You are an evil man"
And I paused a while to wonder
"If I have no free will then how could I
Be morally culpable, I wonder"
I shot Richard Holmes in the stomach
And gingerly he sat down
And he whispered weirdly, "No offense"
And lay upon the ground
"None taken," I replied to him
With which he gave a little cough
With blazing wings I neatly aimed
And blew his head completely off
I've lived in this town for thirty years
And to no-one I am a stranger
And I put new bullets in my gun
Chamber upon chamber
And when I turned my gun on the bird-like Mr. Brookes
I thought of Saint Francis and his sparrows
And as I shot down the youthful Richardson
It was Sebastian I thought of, and his arrows
Hhhhhhhhhhhh Mmmmmmmmm
I said, "I want to introduce myself
And I'm glad that you all came"
And I leapt upon the bar
And shouted out my name
Well Jerry Bellows, he hugged his stool
Closed his eyes and shrugged and laughed
And with an ashtray as big as a fucking big brick
I split his head in half
His blood spilled across the bar
Like a streaming scarlet brook
And I knelt at it's edge on the counter
Wiped the tears away and looked
Well, the light in there was blinding
Full of God and ghosts and truth
I smiled at Henry Davenport
Who made an attempt to move
Well, from the position I was standing
The strangest thing I ever saw
The bullet entered through the top of his chest
And blew his bowels out on the floor
Well I floated down the counter
Showing no remorse
I shot a hole in Kathleen Carpenter
Recently divorced
But remorse I felt and remorse I had
It clung to everything
From the raven hair upon my head
To the feathers on my wings
Then I squeezed my hand in it's fraudulent claw
With it's golden hairless chest
And I glided through the bodies
And killed the fat man Vincent West
Who sat quietly in his chair
A man become a child
And I raised the gun up to his head
Executioner-style
He made no attempt to resist
So fat and dull and lazy
"Do you know I lived in your street?" I cried
And he looked at me as though I was crazy
"O", he said, "I had no idea"
And he grew as quiet as a mouse
And the roar of the pistol when it went off
Near blew the hat right off the house
Well, I caught my eye in the mirror
And gave it a long and loving inspection
"There stands some kind of man", I roared
And there did, in the reflection
My hair combed back like a raven's wing
My muscles hard and tight
And curling from he business end of my gun
Was a query-mark of cordite
Well I spun to the left, I spun to the right
And I spun to the left again
"Fear me! Fear me!"
But no one did cause they were all dead
Huh! Hmmmmmmmm
And then there were the police sirens wailing
And a bull-horn squelched and blared
"Drop your weapons and come out
With your hands held in the air"
Well, I checked the chambers of my gun
Saw I had one final bullet left
My hand, it looked almost human
As I help it to my head
"Drop your weapon and come out!
Keep you hands above your head!"
Well, I had one long hard think about dying
And did exactly what they said
There must have been fifty cops out there
In a circle around O'Malley's bar
"Don't shoot", I cried "I'm a man unarmed!"
So they put me in their car
And they sped me away from that terrible scene
And I glanced out of the window
Saw O'Malley's bar, saw the cops and the cars
And started counting on my fingers
Aaaaaaaaah One Aaaaaaaah Two Aaaaaah Three Aaaah Four
O'Malley's bar O'Malley's bar

[The Kaco]

Cytat:

Nick Cave - "O'Malley's Bar"

nie jestem pewien, ale to jest chyba skutek, eksperymentowania Cave'a z narkotykami podobnie jak z Deanna Poza tym, ja uwielbiam teksty Cave

[Weronika]

Mroczny, dołujący, ciężki tekst ...
Opeth - Demon of the fall , utwór który w tym miesiącu zajmuje w moich notowaniach pierwsze miejsce.

Silent dance with death.
Everything is lost.
Torn by the arrival of Autumn.
The blink of an eye, you know it's me.
You keep the dagger close at hand.
And you saw nothing.
False love turned to pure hate.
The wind cried a lamentation
before merging with the grey.

Demon, Demon of the fall.
Demon, Demon of the fall.
Demon, Demon of the fall.
Demon, Demon of the fall.

Gasping for another breath.
She rose, screaming at closed doors.
Seductive faint mist forging
through the cracks in the wall.
I shant resist.
In tears for all of eternity.
She turned around and faced me for the first time.

Run away, run away, run away.
Run away, run away, run away.
Just one second, and I was left with nothing.
Her fragrance still pulsating through damp air.
That day came to an end.
And she had lost in me, her credence.

[Dominik]

To ja zapodam genialny tekst z utworu "Lucifer" zespołu Behemoth. Autorem jest Tadeusz Miciński którego poezja niszczy!! Super tekst, pełen mroku i mistycyzmu!

Jam ciemny jest wśród wichrów płomień boży,
lecący z jękiem w dal jak głuchy dzwon północy
ja w mrokach gór zapalam czerwień zorzy
iskrą mych bólów, gwiazdą mej bezmocy.

Ja komet król, a duch się we mnie wichrzy
jak pył pustyni w zwiewną piramidę
ja piorun burz, a od grobowca cichszy
mogił swych kryję trupiość i ohydę.

Ja otchłań tęcz, a płakałbym nad sobą
jak zimny wiatr na zwiędłych stawu trzcinach
jam błysk wulkanów, a w błotnych nizinach
idę, jak pogrzeb, z nudą i żałobą.

Na harfach morze gra, kłębi się rajów pożoga
i słońce, mój wróg słońce! wschodzi wielbiąc Boga.

To ja zapodam genialny tekst z utworu "Lucifer" zespołu Behemoth. Autorem jest Tadeusz Miciński którego poezja niszczy!! Super tekst, pełen mroku i mistycyzmu!

Jam ciemny jest wśród wichrów płomień boży,
lecący z jękiem w dal jak głuchy dzwon północy
ja w mrokach gór zapalam czerwień zorzy
iskrą mych bólów, gwiazdą mej bezmocy.

Ja komet król, a duch się we mnie wichrzy
jak pył pustyni w zwiewną piramidę
ja piorun burz, a od grobowca cichszy
mogił swych kryję trupiość i ohydę.

Ja otchłań tęcz, a płakałbym nad sobą
jak zimny wiatr na zwiędłych stawu trzcinach
jam błysk wulkanów, a w błotnych nizinach
idę, jak pogrzeb, z nudą i żałobą.

Na harfach morze gra, kłębi się rajów pożoga
i słońce, mój wróg słońce! wschodzi wielbiąc Boga.

[Natta]

no nie gadaj.. z jakiej to płyty? uwielbiam ten wiersz !

[Dominik]

[Angie]

Prawda, świetny wiersz tak samo jak utwór. "Lucifer" to chyba najbardziej klimatyczna rzecz jaką udało się popełnić Nergalowi.

[Dominik]

No jeszcze klimatem może mu dorównać lekko "Inner Sanctum" z "The Apostasy" ale chyba nie.... Lucjan niszczy wszystko

No jeszcze klimatem może mu dorównać lekko "Inner Sanctum" z "The Apostasy" ale chyba nie.... Lucjan niszczy wszystko

[semako]

to tam jest jakiś tekst???

ja napisałbym coś o jakimś tekście radiohead, ino nie wiem o którym... o każdym mógłbym... ale oko - dziś użekł mnie na nowo jeden z tekstów - do piosenki "I Will"

Cytat:

i will lay me down in a bunker underground i won’t let this happen to my children meet the real world coming out of your shell with white elephants sitting ducks i will rise up little babies eyes eyes eyes eyes

rozumiecie... czuję go bardzo głęboko. i nawet nie potrafię określić jak. coś w nim jest takiego "mojego" i w sumie tyle. słuchajcie Radiohead! w życiu warto słuchać pięknych rzeczy

poza tym uderzył mnie Street Spirit... mam łzy w oczach i poczucie że dzieje się coś niesamowitego jak tego słucham...

[pp3088]

[Angie]

Buahaha, rzeczywiście, dopiero zauważyłam

[ Dodano: 2009-08-28, 23:15 ]
Co do tematu... Strasznie mi się spodobał tekst Alice'a Coopera do kawałka "Die for you"

A hundred numbers on my wall
Some with names I sometimes call
I drop a coin and watch it fall
Tryin' to get connected to you

A thousand hours all alone
My softest pillow turns hard as stone
This is the longest night on my own
Lying here thinking of you

Sometimes I shake my head
And laugh to myself
I'd like to start again with somebody else
I'm like a broken toy forgotten on the shelf

Piękny jest... Gdyby luby mnie rzucił (odpukać) słuchałabym tego w kółko (i tak słucham )

[Dominik]

Mnie niszczy taki tekst z płyty "Far Beyond Driven" zespołu Pantera oczywiście

"Good Friends And The Bottle..."

I fucked your girlfriend last night.
While you snored and drooled, I fucked your love.
She called me Daddy. And I called her baby when I
Smacked her ass. I called her sugar when I ate
Her alive till daylight. And I slept with her all
Over me, from forehead to ribcage I dripper her ass.
Sometimes I thought you might be spying, living out some
Brash fantasy, but no. You were knocked out. But we were
All knocked out you know. In a way

I serve too many masters.

We didn't know you'd break the bottle that the magic
Came in to use those jagged shards to cut our wrists
And neck. And you'd do it too, you're that kind of dude.
But you wouldn't know what you were doing because
I didn't, your girlfriend could have been a burn
Victim, an amputee, a dead body. But god damn I wanted
To fuck.

I'm serving too many fucking masters.
[I told you. I told you motherfucker]

Takie chore teksty to tylko naćpany Phil potrafił pisać hehe

Mnie niszczy taki tekst z płyty "Far Beyond Driven" zespołu Pantera oczywiście

"Good Friends And The Bottle..."

I fucked your girlfriend last night.
While you snored and drooled, I fucked your love.
She called me Daddy. And I called her baby when I
Smacked her ass. I called her sugar when I ate
Her alive till daylight. And I slept with her all
Over me, from forehead to ribcage I dripper her ass.
Sometimes I thought you might be spying, living out some
Brash fantasy, but no. You were knocked out. But we were
All knocked out you know. In a way

I serve too many masters.

We didn't know you'd break the bottle that the magic
Came in to use those jagged shards to cut our wrists
And neck. And you'd do it too, you're that kind of dude.
But you wouldn't know what you were doing because
I didn't, your girlfriend could have been a burn
Victim, an amputee, a dead body. But god damn I wanted
To fuck.

I'm serving too many fucking masters.
[I told you. I told you motherfucker]

Takie chore teksty to tylko naćpany Phil potrafił pisać hehe