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« Reply #345 on: January 09, 2004, 03:16:51 AM » |
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OMG CHEVELLE IS YUMMY. I luvy them so much. I gots their CD it's awesomage.
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« Reply #346 on: January 09, 2004, 05:19:49 PM » |
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Rug, go buy the Chevelle CD. You'd like it. Or just download a bunch of their songs. Family System, Comfortable Liar, and Forfeit are really good. The Red, Send the Pain Below, and Closure are their singles. Download away. I did a while ago, didnt like em. They're a lot like a perfect circle, granted, but without the whole having skill with their instruments thing. .
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« Reply #347 on: January 09, 2004, 06:22:53 PM » |
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Tool - Die Eier Von Satan
Die Eier Von Satan
Eine halbe Tasse Staubzucker Ein Viertel Teelöffel Salz Eine Messerspitze türkisches Haschisch Ein halbes Pfund Butter Ein Teelöffel Vanillenzucker Ein halbes Pfund Mehl Einhundertfünfzig Gramm gemahlene Nüsse Ein wenig extra Staubzucker ... und keine Eier
In eine Schüssel geben Butter einrühren Gemahlene Nüsse zugeben und Den Teig verkneten
Augenballgroße Stücke vom Teig formen Im Staubzucker wälzen und Sagt die Zauberwörter Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim
Auf ein gefettetes Backblech legen und Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und KEINE EIER
Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und Keine Eier ..
German speakers will see the hilarity in that, especially if you've heard it.
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« Reply #348 on: January 09, 2004, 06:40:36 PM » |
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hehe, its nice, but when we're at german songs... u gotta listen to this one if u haven't heard, the german speakings is vewy vewy nice, me likes altho the song isn't supposed to be funny or anything, it's kinda sad actually, about a lil' girl... Falco ~ Jeanny Jeanny, komm, come on Steh auf, bitte Du wirst ganz naß Schon spät, komm Wir müssen weg hier Raus aus dem Wald Verstehst Du nicht? Wo ist Dein Schuh Du hast ihn verloren, Als ich Dir den Weg zeigen musste Wer hat verdorben? Du, Dich? Ich, mich? Oder Oder wir uns? Jeanny, quit livin' on dreams Jeanny, life is not what it seems Search a lonely little girl in a cold, cold world There's someone who needs you Jeanny, quit livin' on dreams Jeanny, life is not what it seems You're lost in the night Don't wanna struggle and fight There's someone who needs you Es ist kalt Wir müssen weg hier, Komm. Dein Lippenstift ist verwischt Du hast ihn gekauft und Und ich habe es gesehen Zuviel Rot auf deinen Lippen Und du hast gesagt "mach mich nicht an" Aber du warst durschaut. Augen sagen mehr als Worte Du brauchst mich doch, hmmmh? Alle wissen, da wir zusammen sind Ab heute Jetzt ïhr ich sie! Sie kommen! Sie kommen Dich zu holen. Sie werden Dich nicht finden. Niemand wird dich finden!! Du bist bei mir. Jeanny, quit livin' on dreams... Newsflash: In den letzen Monaten ist die Zahl Der vermiten Personen dramatisch angestiegen Die jngste Verffentlichung der lokalen Polizei- Behrde berichtet von einem weiteren tragischen Fall. Es handelt sich um ein neunzehnjähriges Mädchen, Das zuletzt vor vierzehn Tagen gesehen wurde. Die Polizei schliet die Möchligkeit nicht aus, daß es sich hier um ein Verbrechen handelt. Jeanny, quit livin' on dreams... - well it istn't totally right, there's more jeanny, guite livin on dreams blablabla like the third thingey in it but meh, can't be arsed to find a proper one
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« Reply #349 on: January 09, 2004, 10:34:57 PM » |
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a perfect circle - Pet (Lullaby)
Dont fret precious, im here, Step away from the window, Go back to sleep,
Lay your head down child, I wont let the boogeyman, come, Counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of a wardrum, Pay no mind to the rabble, Pay no mind to the rabble, Head down, Go to sleep, To the rhythm of a war drum,
Pay no mind what other voices say, They dont care about you, Like I do, Safe from pain, And truth, and choice, and other poison devils, see, They dont give a f*ck about you, Like I do,
Just, stay with me, In safe hands, Go back to sleep, Go back to, Sleep,
Lay your head down child, I wont let the boogeyman, come, Count the bodies like sheep to the rhythm of a wardrum, Pay no mind to the rabble, Pay no mind to the rabble, Head down, Go to sleep, To the rhythm of the war drums,
I'll protect you from, Your enemies and demons, I'll be the one to protect you from, a will to survive and a voice of reason, I'll be the one to protect you from, Your enemies and your choices, son, I'll isolate you, Isolate and save you form yourself.
Swingin' to the rhythm of a new world order and, Countin' bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums, The boogeymen are comin, The boogeymen are comin, Keep your head down, goto sleep to the rhythm of the war drums,
Stay with me, Safe ignorance, Stay with me, I'll hold you and protect you form the other ones, The evil ones, I'll protect you son, Go back to sleep.
Right, this song is weird. Half of it is in a very soft voice (Keenan special), with very little else going on; the other half is the heaviest song a perfect circle have ever written (it has a fuggin blastbeat for fishs sake), and the songs message appears to be to do with Keenan's young son throughout, until you look closely, and think of current events. The use of the word 'f*ck' in a song subtitled lullaby also indicates all is not what it seems.
Hes a clever man...
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« Reply #350 on: January 10, 2004, 02:40:00 AM » |
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Digital Underground~"Freaks of the Industry"
Well we're the freaks of the industry. My man Money B Oh my mellow Shock G The freaks of the industry And when you see us back stage be prepared to G Well they say that birds do it bees do it. [do it] Time to freak Money B gets to it Not a heavyweight but I go twelve rounds With a jab and a stick I'm goin' lick for lick so Give me the helmet I'll be the stunt man. Just relax, and I won't front. Like Anita, I'm givin' you the best that I've got, And I'll be takin' it slow, never missin' a spot Yes, caressing your back we're chest to chest she's kissing on my freckles. I nibbled around your ears before I suck upon your neck. 'Oh Money B,' yeah, that's what you'll be screamin' and creamin' But it's not a wet dream, it's the real The freaky dog, dark nasty, never lettin' a kitty-cat get past me, Without picking it up, pettin' it, teasin' it, Takin' it on home and pleasin' it Cause we're the freaks of the industry, You's a freak Money B. You got that Shock G The freaks of the industry, And when you see us back stage, be prepared to G. Say you're G'in' [G'in'?] Nobody else is seein' And the freak that you're wit' is in front of you, Bendin' over naked, and she's leanin' on the dresser [Ooh yeah] You're lookin' at her from the rear [Yeah] She looks just like Vanessa [The right stuff] Uh uh, not Vanessa with the singer career, But the X-rated video queen, Know what I mean? [Uh huh] A'ight, here's the scene: You're lying on you're back with your head on the edge of the bed, The booty's two feet from your head: Should you: A, take the time to find a condom, B, you walk right over and you pound 'em, C, tell her that you want her love, Well the answer is D, [D], all of the above. So you're freakin' [freakin'], the furniture's squeakin' [squeakin'] She's tweakin', sayin' that she's weak in the knees. Cheek to cheek, and pound for pound, You're taxin' it and waxin' it and workin' it around, 'Til the booty starts makin' that clappin' sound, Which is cool, but your friends are chillin' in the other room. The clappin's getting louder, you don't want them to clown you, In this situation, what do you do: [What?] A, you, plain and simply, back up off her B, you hit it just a little bit softer, C, you take it out and put it in het butt, Well, D is what I do, so, yo, listen up: I put a towel on the floor by the two inch gap under the door Now they can't see me any more. Check the locks so they can't clock, but they can listen. There'll be no bargin' in and there'll be no dissin' [Dissin'] Gettin' back to my mission, break out the whipped cream and the cherries, Then I go through all the fly positions: My head under her leg under my arm under her toe. She says, 'I like it when you scream, baby let yourself go.' I hit it and split it, lick it and quit it. After the ride, put my clothes on and walk outside, And before anybody gets a chance to speak, I say, 'Yo, don't say nuttin', I guess I'm just a freak!' Cause we're the freaks of the industry. Aw, you's a freak, G. Yo, you worse Money B. The freaks of the industry, And when you see us backstage, be prepared to G. [You know what man, you's a freak. I seen you with that girl at the hotel after that show last week. And what about that time out there in the park? Shhh, don't tell nobody] It's like this: Now if there's a cure for this, We don't want it, we'll run from it And if there's a remedy, We don't need it, we just eat it. [This is to the ladies: I'm a freak Hey, yo, piano man: take us out of here, man]
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« Reply #351 on: January 13, 2004, 07:21:10 PM » |
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Enslaved - As Fire Swept Clean the Earth
I close my eyes As Fire Swept Clean the Earth Nothing left to strangle As the cords were torn from our hearts
Tired I blew out my last warning, the claws were ripping me apart
As we emerged From darker dungeons Splendor of yellow hells Expanded swollen eyes
No words were said As Fire Swept Clean the Earth Would the mothers be crying? If they saw torches in our hands?
The wind, once able to conquer, captured As Fire Swept Clean the Earth
A kiss was placed Upon my cheek And all color came back Melting in solid blue tune
Enslaved - Ridicula Swarm
Pallid it hangs In awe of amusement Litany swarm Bleak I say are the crutches of the assembly And flies cling to it More so ever the fingers to animate
Insubordinate, fickle exequies Putrid core
Naudr........the ligature it can't break Lagu...........the whispers it can't hear
Insubordinate, fickle exequies Putrid core
Er du halt kan du ri Handlaus gjeta Er du dauv kan du duga i strid Blind er betre enn brend å vera Daud mun ein lite duga
Slain, and thoughts pour from the gutted mind.
Ver kappi mot kristni Ver kappi mot kross Ver kappi mot Hvitrkristr VER VANN VER VANN VER VANN
Er du halt kan du ri Handlaus gjeta Er du dauv kan du duga i strid Blind er betre enn brend å vera Daud mun ein lite duga
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« Reply #352 on: January 13, 2004, 08:13:22 PM » |
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i still havent been able to find As Fire Swept Clean the Earth :hmmm: doesnt seem to be anywhere
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Yiff Hunter says: and the last question do u get a sudden eye twicth and shudder wen i say :
CLEAN? RipperRoo says: yes Yiff Hunter says: rite ive declared u imorally peasant like
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« Reply #353 on: January 13, 2004, 09:32:21 PM » |
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a perfect circle - The Nurse Who Loved Me
Say hello to the rug's topography It holds quite a lot of interest with your face down on it Say hello to the shrinking in your head You can't see it but you know its there so don't neglect it
I'm taking her home with me all dressed in white She's got everything I need pharmacy keys She's falling hard for me I can see it in her eyes She acts just like a nurse with all the other guys
Say hello to all the apples on the ground They were once in your eyes but you sneezed them out while sleeping Say hello to everything you've left behind It's even more a part of your life now that you can't touch it
I'm taking her home with me all dressed in white She's got everything I need some pills and a little cup She's falling hard for me I can see it in her eyes She acts just like a nurse with all the other guys
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« Reply #354 on: January 13, 2004, 10:22:36 PM » |
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Tool - Lateralus
Black then white are all I see in my infancy. red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me. lets me see. As below, so above and beyond, I imagine drawn beyond the lines of reason. Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.
Black then white are all I see in my infancy. red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me. lets me see there is so much more and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities. As below, so above and beyond, I imagine drawn outside the lines of reason. Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.
Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line. Reaching out to embrace the random. Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.
I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow to feel inspired, to fathom the power, to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain, to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.
With my feet upon the ground I lose myself between the sounds and open wide to suck it in, I feel it move across my skin. I'm reaching up and reaching out, I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me. And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been. We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
Spiral out. Keep going, going...
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« Reply #355 on: January 13, 2004, 10:23:40 PM » |
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you have a lovely edit button ruggy. use it
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« Reply #356 on: January 14, 2004, 01:47:51 AM » |
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Brand New~"Sic Transit Gloria...Glory Fades"
Keep the noise low. She doesn't wanna blow it. Shaking head to toe while your left hand does "the show me around." Quickens your heartbeat. It beats me straight into the ground.
You don't recover from a night like this. A victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless. A hand moves in the dark to a zipper. Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets barely whisper, "This is so messed up."
Upon arrival the guests had all stared. Dripping wet and clearly depressed, he'd headed straight for the stairs. No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch, unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.
(Up the stairs: the station where the act becomes the art of growing up.)
He keeps his hands low. He doesn't wanna blow it. He's wet from head to toe and his eyes give her the up and the down. His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up. But the body on the bed beckons forward and he starts growing up.
The fever, the focus. The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell. Die young and save yourself. The tickle, the taste of... It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up. Die young and save yourself.
She hits the lights. This doesn't seem quite fair. Despite everything he learned from his friends, he doesn't feel so prepared. She's breathing quiet and smooth. He's gasping for air. "This is the first and last time," he says. She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his. He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides. He's holding back from telling her exactly what it really feels like.
He is the lamb, she is the slaughter. She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her. Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect. He whispers that he loves her, but she's probably only looking for...
(Up the stairs: the station where the act becomes the art of growing up.)
So much more than he could ever give. A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship. He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides. He waits for it to end and for the aching in his guts to subside.
The fever, the focus. The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell. Die young and save yourself. The tickle, the taste of... It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up. Die young and save yourself.
Up the stairs: the station where the act becomes the art of growing up.
The fever, the focus. The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell. Die young and save yourself. The tickle, the taste of... It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up. Die young and save yourself.
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« Reply #357 on: January 14, 2004, 07:17:45 PM » |
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you have a lovely edit button ruggy. use it LOL way to go fire, keep ur place clean! :thumbs-up:
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« Reply #358 on: January 15, 2004, 06:02:32 AM » |
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Ashanti~"Foolish"
See my days are cold without you But I'm hurtin while im with you And though my heart can't take no more I keep on running back to you See my days are cold without you But I'm hurtin while im with you And though my heart can't take no more I keep on running back to you
Baby I don't know why ya treatin me so bad You said you love me, no one above me And I was all you had And though my heart is eating for ya I can't stop crying I don't know how I allow you to treat me this way and still i stay
See my days are cold without you But I'm hurtin while im with you And though my heart can't take no more I keep on running back to you See my days are cold without you But I'm hurtin while im with you And though my heart can't take no more I keep on running back to you
Baby I don't know why ya wanna do me wrong See when I'm home, I'm all alone And you are always gone And boy, you know I really love you I can't deny I can't see how you could bring me to so many tears after all these years
See my days are cold without you But I'm hurtin while im with you And though my heart can't take no more I keep on running back to you See my days are cold without you But I'm hurtin while im with you And though my heart can't take no more I keep on running back to you Oohhhhh I trusted you, I trusted you So sad, so sad what love will make you do all the things that we accept be the things that we regret too all of my ladies (ladies) feel me c'mon sing wit me See, when I get the strength to leave You always tell me that you need me And I'm weak cause I believe you And I'm mad because I love you So I stop and think that maybe You can learn to appreciate me Then it all remains the same that You ain't never gonna change (never gonna change, never gonna change) See my days are cold without you But I'm hurtin while im with you And though my heart can't take no more I keep on running back to you See my days are cold without you But i'm hurtin while im with you And though my heart can't take no more I keep on running back to you
Baby why you hurt me leave me and desert me Boy I gave you all my heart And all you do is tear it up Looking out my window Knowing that I should go Even when I pack my bags There's something always holding me back
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« Reply #359 on: January 15, 2004, 06:50:49 PM » |
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Mudvayne - Silenced
Sticker this, censor this, ban this We've got something to say Police this, condemn this, damn this We'll be heard anyway Middle finger is the flag that I wave when I'm silenced...
Listen here...
Is it a possibility? That we're all just equal, Slam the power down Abusing... Does it pss you off to be beat at your own game You lead us with false morals and shelter reality No more...we're not buying your product when You're selling The words preaching silence
Insult me in my home, When you were never invited, To live life on your curve Frustrating, Throw sticks into the spokes, To relieve insecurities, Stifle all ascension and sticker our freedom Of speech
Sticker this, censor this, ban this We've got something to say Police this, condemn this, damn this We'll be heard anyway Middle finger is the flag that I wave when I'm silenced...
Don't tell me what I want Don't tell me what I need Don't tell me how I need to feel I feel, goddamn nothing Dig the eyes out of my face and I can still see right fishin' through you, fish you and everything you are, I'm me, we're us and that's all Closed mind with a forum to criticize, Keep your policy and I've got mine Exploit me, fabricate your lies We empower these cowards just to be left in Silence
Listen here...
Stand on my soapbox, And speak my own peace, Whatever you may think, It's real, Prevail through what is me, And step on your beliefs Thieving spineless sellouts, robbing our integrity
Sticker this, censor this, ban this We've got something to say Police this, condemn this, damn this We'll be heard anyway Middle finger is the flag that I wave when I'm ...
Mudvayne - Mercy, Severity
We've come here, from so far away, I can save you, If you leave it all behind This suffering's, been far too long, Would you take a trip with me On the back of a star, I feel like earth's gravity is just hre to pull us down.
Mother of creation wait, embrace the souls of a lost world Carry them away, Darkness negative receptive, Pour firmament between our waters Separate the space Mother of destruction wait with a belt of Skulls strap me down And send the ship away, Progress with the process, mine the souls From their casts Pour form and reshape
This dark womb, Wraps and covets me, Redefining understanding, if you open Up the heart, Nurturing, this phenomenon, We can carry you on our wings, our wings Through the dark Lightning flashes of insight, Into the mirth of a dark sky, Pain of division is nothing, Joy of dissolution is everything
Mother of creation wait, embrace the souls of a lost world Carry them away, Darkness negative receptive, Pour firmament between our waters Separate the space Mother of destruction wait with a belt of Skulls strap me down And send the ship away, Progress with the process, mine the souls From their casts Pour form and reshape
Portal sits deep within the eye, The eye of yin's severity, Rewards understanding Portal sits deep within the eye The eye of yin's severity, Rewards understanding
Blackness consumes body comforts core of Nothing...
Mother I can remember, a vault of security, Can you take me away, Would you take me away, Won't you take me away ...Away
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