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wormwood · the exorcist

deftones - my own summer (shove it)

Citácia:

Hey you, big star
tell me when it's over (cloud)

Hey you, big mood
Guide me to shelter
cause i'm through
When the two
hits the six
and it's summer

Cloud
Come (shove it) [x3]
Shove (shove it) [x3]
The sun (shove it) [x3]
Aside (shove it aside)

I think god
is moving its tongue
There's no crowd in the streets
And no sun in my own summer

The shade is a tool,
a device,
a savior
See, i try and look up
to the sky,
but my eyes burn

Cloud
Come (shove it) [x3]
Shove (shove it) [x3]
The sun (shove it) [x3]
Aside (shove it aside)

Come (shove it) [x3]
Shove (shove it) [x3]
The sun (shove it) [x3]
Aside (shove it aside)

I think god
is moving its tongue
There is no crowd in the street
and no sun in my own summer

Come (shove it) [x3]
Shove (shove it) [x3]
The sun (shove it) [x3]
Aside (shove it aside)

Aeris · Chaos Sorcerer

In Flames - Embody the Invisible

Citácia:

I demand nothing, but I want it all
What privilege do we have under the sun,
That gives us the right to the throne?

Species come and go, but the earth stands forever fast
All river runs towards the sea, but the sea is never full

To discover the loneliness and be to proud to show the wounds
Will forever wander alone through the years

But I won't let you near
Begging for you to understand
The fear that lives in my soul
Which is an untouched spring

Read, what is written on the silent mouth
What is written in the soul
For which is written in the shining silence
We all have to read

My body will be bent from the burdens
When the shaking floor of life-force
Reveal its chasm underneath
If only one could be two steps ahead

Správne melancholický text vo svižnom melodickom riffovom prevedení.

Quicci · naivný cynik

The Streets - Heaven for the weather
aké dobré, pekné, veselé... a text ako od metlakov

Spoiler! :

alef0 · röndör

Citácia:

Sweet child in time, you'll see the line
Line that's drawn between good and bad
See the blind man shooting at the world
Bullets flying taking toll
If you been bad - Oh Lord I bet you have
And you've not been hit oh by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes aahouh bow your head
Wait for the ricochet

Och, toto je dalsi text-perla, ktoreho song som pocul milionkrat a nikdy si neuvedomil, co v nom je. Prava krasa.

Täysikuu · átra

Darmoděj

Citácia:

Šel včera městem muž
a šel po hlavní třídě
šel včera městem muž
a já ho z okna viděl
na flétnu chorál hrál,
znělo to jako zvon
a byl v tom všechen žal,
ten krásný dlouhý tón,
a já jsem náhle věděl:
Ano, to je on, to je on.

Vyběh' jsem do ulic jen v noční košili,
v odpadcích z popelnic krysy se honily
a v teplých postelích lásky i nelásky
tiše se vrtěly rodinné obrázky,
a já chtěl odpověď na svoje otázky, otázky.

®:Na na na

Dohnal jsem toho muže a chytl za kabát,
měl kabát z hadí kůže, šel z něho divný chlad,
a on se otočil, a oči plné vran,
a jizvy u očí, celý byl pobodán,
a já jsem náhle věděl kdo je onen pán onen pán

Celý se strachem chvěl,
když jsem tak k němu došel,
a v ústech flétnu měl od Hieronyma Bosche,
stál měsíc nad domy jak čírka ve vodě,
jak moje svědomí, když zvrací v záchodě,
a já jsem náhle věděl:
to je Darmoděj, můj Darmoděj.

®:Můj Darmoděj,
vagabund osudů a lásek,
jenž prochází všemi sny,
ale dnům vyhýbá se,
můj Darmoděj, krásné zlo,
jed má pod jazykem,
když prodává po domech jehly se slovníkem.

Šel včera městem muž, podomní obchodník,
šel, ale nejde už, krev skápla na chodník,
já jeho flétnu vzal a zněla jako zvon
a byl v tom všechen žal, ten krásný dlouhý tón,
a já jsem náhle věděl:
ano, já jsem on, já jsem on.

®:Váš Darmoděj, vagabund osudů a lásek,
jenž prochází všemi sny, ale dnům vyhýbá se,
váš Darmoděj krásné zlo jed mám pod jazykem
když prodávám po domech jehly se slovníkem.

alef, child in time je dobrý text, ako aj pesnička

Citácia:

If you been bad - Oh Lord I bet you have

Pán, alebo Jon Lord?

Ercliath · Knieža

Well you guard me now for I cant see,
A reason for this suffering and this long misery.
What if every living soul could be upright and strong?
Well, then I do imagine there will be
Sorrow.
Yeah there will be
Sorrow .
And there will be
Sorrow, no more.

When all soldiers lay their weapons down,
Or when all kings and all queens relinquish their crown,
Or when the only true messiah rescues us from ourselves...
Its easy to imagine there will be
Sorrow.
Yeah there will be
Sorrow .
And there will be
Sorrow, no more.

Quicci · naivný cynik

Opeth - Hope Leaves

Spoiler! :

úplne premakaný text.
mal som ísť na ten ich koncík v decembri...

alef0 · röndör

Opethaci su grandmajstri v depresivnych textoch, tot velka pravda. Ak si vsak pamatam, na koncerte balady neboli.

Quicky · Dreamer

Hope Leaves praveze hrali.

alef0 · röndör

Aha, ehm, uhm :oops:

wormwood · the exorcist

Citácia:

Envy - Pure Birth and Loneliness

Ahead of the land wrapped with fog. The slight immortality I once saw.
A smell of the rain disappearing whitely.
The touch I feel shows me
the memories of some time ago.

The dream the flowers bloom toward the sky,
it's put in the intentions of the finger.
Loneliness comes to life at the burst of a star
with the unheard noise.
Grasses sprout widely in the quiet morning temperature.
Beginning of storm blown by the wind, everything sways.

These cheeks of joy pass the clouds by.
infinity shines on two of us nestling close.
Winter eyes bare the sleeping mind.
Red mark on the wrist I wet with my hoarse voice.
Wet my heels and run for tomorrow.
The intense beating of my heart.
Machine of consciousness discloses the secret.
The clock ticks the roads today.

Infinite distance. Derangement of dreams.
Lending and borrowing of lives. Masks' eyes.
Lies of the bouquet. Melting ice.
Actual pain. Consciousness sleeps.
Change of the seasons. The pure world.

The moon grieves in the daytime.
Winds sliced by autumn.
Fallen fragments.
Faces dyed in red.
Greatest pleasure is over.
Silhouettes of men disappeared.
See the pointless true motive.
I lent on top of the layered sweat.
I fly this day with the crooked wings.

Quicci · naivný cynik

čad má velice inšpiratívne texty. akoby popisovali bežný deň bežného skrachovanca.

Pýtaš sa ma, ako sa mám, odpovedám, že dobre.
No pravda je taká, že iba zaspávam a vstávam, a čo je medzi, na to si neviem spomenúť.
Pýtaš sa ma, ako sa mám, vravím, že dobre, ale to je iba na trojku.
Som zrelý na samovraždu.

Dotýkam sa chrbtov prečítaných kníh, hladím hrdlá prázdnych fliaš.
Toto, čo žijem, nie je život, ale agónia a umieranie.
Rozklad všetko pohltí, som zrelý na samovraždu.

(edit - ZRudi toto čudo uz postol pred pol rokom, ale to neznamená že by text stracal na aktualnosti, naopak.)

Warrior · Schattenjäger Inquisitor

ten text je jedna z najlepsich veci co som kedy pocul v slovencine :ikonka18:

wormwood · the exorcist

Bob Dylan - The Times are Changing

Citácia:

Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is ragin'.
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin'.
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.

nadhera:)

Annun · I am your father!

Kokos pri tomto stole som nebol snad uz tisic rokov.

A vynaram sa tiez len preto aby som povedal, ze ten text Cadu sa mi teda vobec nepaci. Pride mi ako klasicky narek na hrozy sveta co nijak nevynika ani jazykom, ani poetikou, ani nicim. Spievany je mozno super, ale takto bez hudby, slovami klasika, blergh.

A teraz zutekam pred palicami, ktore su uz urcite na polceste k mojej hlave.

HuSä

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