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slowkiem wtracenia...
@up: na taki koncert, ktory moglby poszczycic sie mianem _dobrego_, 13-latkow nie wpuszczaja, wiec nie dziw sie ze jakis szit uslyszales ;) emo pierdolenie w stylu My Chemical Romance to NIE JEST metal, zapamietaj na przyszlosc |
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"Tradycyjna tematyka tekstów dla gatunku porusza zagadnienia okultyzmu, ezoteryki, śmierci tj. eutanazji, aborcji, zbrodni przeciwko ludzkości, deprawacji społeczeństwa (kazirodztwo, konsumpcjonizm, akty przemocy, gwałtu, morderstw czy też dzieciobójstwa). Obecnie nie występują granice tematyczne."wole explołżyn |
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"Okay boys and girls, let's go
Alright Another wretched morning A wretched october day No sound of angels in the trees Christmas is far away Yeah, listen, what's this? The televoice starts whipping round The vision comes today And this is what the voice declaims It's to megatherion's birthday! Don't give us no sass or we'll kick your ass Cause we're the heralds of crowleymass! I said Don't give us no sass or we'll kick your ass Cause we're the heralds of crowleymass! One more time Don't give us no sass or we'll kick your ass Cause we're the heralds of crowleymass! Well you can take your three wise kings, your manger sheep, and hey! And I'm gonna tell you why, too Cause the thelema-boys are taking over with the tidings of the beast's birthday Don't give us no sass or we'll kick your ass Cause we're the heralds of crowleymass! I said Don't give us no sass or we'll kick your ass Cause we're the heralds of crowleymass! One more time Don't give us no sass or we'll kick your ass Cause we're the heralds of crowleymass! Crowleymass, crowleymass See the little children at crowleymass Their faces full of awe And they don't get no shitty dolls and trains and stuff like that No, they just get the book of the law Don't give us no sass or we'll kick your ass Cause we're the heralds of crowleymass! I said Don't give us no sass or we'll kick your ass Cause we're the heralds of crowleymass! Well you can take your reincarnation, transsubstantiation and your papal kiss Cause I'm with a beast in beastly bliss And all I want is copulation! Oh darling! And there ain't no grace, there ain't no guilt Cause this is the law, do what thou wilt The name is crowley, it rhymes with holy It isn't crowley, that rhymes with fouly, eeewww Well you can take your reincarnation, transubstantiation and your papal kiss Cause I'm with a beast in beastly bliss And all i want is good old-fashioned copulation!" current 93 - crowleymass unveiled |
Niby każdy ma świadomość tego jak jest na dnie.
Nim upadnę swoje odbiorę lub zagarnę. Mam się wstydzić? Zobacz świat jak z nas szydzi. Nóż przy gardle skruszy nawet najtwardszy image. Życie uczy ustalając wynik ot tak od razu. Non stop w defensywie jak Lizarazou. Sztuka wizażu po nic, jak odchodzą znajomi. A miało byc tak pięknie, jak Naomi. Wierzysz? To miło mi. Szczerze zło mi pomiń. Tylko prawda życie zdobi, zdobycz to jak otworzyć oczy czyste od utopii. Od krzywd się nie odłączy nikt, za żadne skarby. Zbrodnia poczucie winy karmi. Nieważne elitarny czy zwykły, w każdym strach zmusza do modlitwy. W obliczu śmierci nie ma sprytnych, nie ma odważnych. Straszy brak uzyskania drugiej szansy! O.S.T.R. - 1 na 100 ... Znalazło by się więcej tekstów oczywiście |
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A słyszałeś coś oprócz jakichś kornuf i slipgniotuf? Jak nie to po jaki ch*j wdajesz się w dyskusję? |
"i'm a slave to who gave a name
to my body and form to my filthy soul i'm slave to the money that burn hands and to the profit and fatigue to the mortal breath that bends my back and to the sperm vibrates on my body to the blade that will cut the soir fruit and to the blade that will cut my throat and chest you have to abuse me 'cause i could have been so and i was never able to you have to abuse my's ex and tight your slipknot around my white neck i'm a slave to the mother of all pigs and to the father of my all oppressions to the will that erases my regrets and to my childhood and my hidden fears i'm a slave to the light that gives a face to weakness and to my fallen reign i'm slave to theto the salt and the wind that will burn my weath and my leprosy you have to abuse me 'cause i could have been so and i was never able to you have to abuse my's ex and tight your slipknot around my white neck " Spiritual Front - Slave "it's embarassed to see you wave that flag when you try to give yourself a navigated tone you fix your damp collar a wring of blood to your dick you'd like it but it will not work you try to make me feel guilty for never, never having had an identity a defined and conformed middle class sexuality all the uniforms are shit all the ideals are shit love and this nation have forced us in a chain for sperm and blood a bastard angel will take me away from fat tummy of god he will be the precise sniper that will center my weak chest a bastard angel will lick my wound while your hands will leave while your hands will leave me bleeding on the floor walk around my smashed skull walk around my disabled strength i don't want to die so i can see you your flesh crumble your chest open the right road's the lie of intelectualls and criminals love won't give life to the children we've never had love won't give life to this job that will bury us dissidents, passionate lovers and combed proud soldiers don't ask me more questions because i've no memory because i never will a bastard angel will take me away from fat tummy of god he will be the precise sniper that will center my weak chest a bastard angel will lick my wound while your hands will leave me while your hands will leave me bleeding on the floor you'll leave me bleeding you'll leave me bleeding you'll leave me bleeding bleeding on the floor" Spiritual Front - Bastard Angel |
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Dissection - God Of Forbidden Light Mighty god of darkness All salutations to thee Your gift of knowledge and rebellion Will set our spirits free (...) Open our eyes Mighty Father So that we may see Guide our steps on the Burning Path Of liberation and ecstasy Tyle powinniście wiedzieć o sataniźmie :-). |
"Don't worry, be happy"
Ot, taki króciutki cytacik z piosenki Boba Marleya ;> |
Jak juz jesteśmy przy klimatach typu Ww10s to nie mogło zabraknąć!:
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"Don't wanna know your brother's name
Don't wanna know your sister's face Don't wanna know your mother's age Don't wanna know your father's wage Don't wanna know your former friends Don't wanna know your secret thoughts Don't wanna know the drug you're on Just wanna know why... Don't wanna know the master plan Don't wanna know the hours spent Don't wanna know who wins the war Don't wanna know whatever no more Don't wanna see the sun today Don't wanna see the masses pray Don't wanna see the children play Just wanna see: Why... do I... hate... you? Don't wanna hear no tragedy Don't wanna hear the things you see Don't wanna hear no wedding "bells" Don't wanna hear no "dying dance" Don't wanna feel a warming breeze Don't wanna feel you touching me Don't wanna feel like I'm on trial I wanna feel I know: Why... do I... hate... you?" Coroner - Status: Still Thinking "Oppression, weighs a ton Depression, stains in black Regression, the way things run Aggression, my last resort Love never crossed my way Care, not even for myself Peace means to reload a gun Rest, I won't before I die Nails in my brain, all that's left ... just GRIN! Grin 'til I lose Until I lose Until I lose myself Adrenalin, a legal drug Anger corrodes my heart Boredom, nitroglycerine Violence, primal fear Nails in my brain, nails hurt Religion, violent innocence, guilt, panic. Exposed to all - A false reality, Look all through society: More locks than keys Nails in my brain, all that's left just GRIN! Grin 'til I lose Until I lose Until I lose myself" Coroner - Grin (Nails Hurt) |
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http://www.lyrics007.com/Bob%20Marley%20Lyrics/Don't%20Worry,%20Be%20Happy%20Lyrics.html milcz prosze : p |
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@Caer Fajny z Ciebie fan reggae, nie powiem, przecież SŁYCHAĆ, że to nie Bob Marley. Kawałek jest autorstwa Bobbiego McFerrina. |
Powiem ci szczerze, że nie wiem kto pierwszy śpiewał tą piosenkę, znam ją w wykonaniu Boba Marleya, dlatego to zapodałem pod jego autorstwem.
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Robert Nesta Marley, OM (February 6, 1945 – May 11, 1981) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_marley Don't Worry, Be Happy "Don't Worry, Be Happy" is the title and famous principal lyric of a song by jazz composer Bobby McFerrin, the first a cappella song to reach number one on the Billboard Hot 100 chart, holding that position for two weeks in September of 1988. At the 1989 Grammy Awards, "Don't Worry Be Happy" won 'Best Song of the Year', and the album 'Simple Pleasures' won 'Album of the Year' and 'Best Pop Vocal Performance'. The song's title is taken from a famous quote by Meher Baba.[1] The original music video stars Robin Williams and Bill Irwin. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don%27t_Worry%2C_Be_Happy Tak, pośmiertne wykonanie Boba Marleya, naprawde niezłe. |
Tak to jest jak się ściąga ze źródeł typu KaZaa i inne emule. Potem się ma Erę Techno zatagowaną jako Pidzama Porno.
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