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« Reply #435 on: February 10, 2004, 04:10:45 PM » |
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u should all get 'calabria' from rune, it has no lyrics but it's a vewy vewy relax music thingy :thumbs-up:
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« Reply #436 on: February 10, 2004, 11:26:54 PM » |
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Currently being played more than is healthy:
The Haunted - Under the Surface
Desensitized. A living scar. The Painful darkness shrouds my mind.
I´ve gazed into my deformed self: Tormented and set ablaze.
Under the surface - there are wounds that never heal. Under the surface - where the demons take control.
So numb and cold. A living void. Strife, fight, regain control to end this agony.
I´ve gazed into my deformed self: Tormented and set ablaze. Cannot ease this pain called living.
Something inside me has died. I succumb to the pain. Fighting this long-lost battle. Struggling in vain.
Something within me has died. I succumb to the dark. Drain the life blood from my veins, Ease this pain called living
The Haunted - Hollow Ground
Once again I've lost my way. Going nowhere fast, I dread the return. Spend my days in this self-made cage. Where my soul can dwell, and my loneliness is thriven far to well.
All and none of the answers I've found. Alone I stand on hollow ground.
Too many years have passed. Too much blood has been spilt. I realize it's my destiny, my will.
Things aren't always what they seem As the scars on my skin will show On hollow ground I stand On hollow ground repent The sins were mine. I'm gone, I know.
Dazed and weakened by the haze. Went nowhere fast, I dread the return. I've lost my ways, am I losing my mind? Maybe then my redemtion's there to find.
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« Reply #437 on: February 12, 2004, 12:26:44 AM » |
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A couple of songs, the first one Rug might not like, the second he probably will. I am god The only one I will bring back Freedom to your heart You won't believe That blind can't see Noone else before me ever knew The way to paradise For another bloody crime I shall return
I am your light on through the night
Why am I born Will I fall to rise again Another crusifixion for Another holy war Can't stop what going on [repeat]
Sooner or later you must understand My words bring freedom And rescue for man What else, To call me your Missiah Oh, I wish there could be another way Cross and nails are already prepared
My sell out Waits till I'm crusified I will die before my vision ends
Why am I born Will I fall to rise again Another crusifixion for Another holy war Can't stop what going on
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Wait for the dawn To take me away What will be if I fail Another golden calve Never,never ending Pain and agony Hit me, nail me make me god
Why am I born Will I fall to rise again Another crusifixion for Another holy war Can't stop what going on [repeat] Almost every day, i see the same face on broken picture tube, it fits the attitude. If you could see yourself, you put you on a shelf your verbal masturbate, promise to nauseate. Today I'll play the part of non-parent, not make a hundred rules for you to know about yourself. Not lie and make you believe what's evil is making love, making friends and meeting God your own way ...the right way.
(Chorus) To see, to bleed cannot be taught In turn, you're making us Fucking Hostile
We stand alone, the truth in right and wrong, the boundaries of the law, you seem to miss the point, arresting for a joint? You seem to wonder why hundreds of people die, you're writing tickets man, my mom got jumped they ran! Now I'll play a public servant, to sevre and protect by the Law and the State. I'd bust the punks that rape steal and murder and leave you be, if you crossed me. I'd shake your hand like a man, not a God!
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Come meet your maker boy, somethings you can't enjoy. Because of Heaven/Hell, a fucking wive's tale. They put it in your hand, then put you in your bed. He's watching - say your prayers. 'cause God is everywhere. Now I'll play a man learning priesthood, who's about to take the ultimate test in life. I'd question things because I am human, and call no one my father who's no closer than a stranger. I won't listen !!
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Till shade is gone, till water is gone, into the Shadow with teeth bared, screaming defiance with the last breath, to spit in the Sightblinder's eye on the Last Day.
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« Reply #438 on: February 12, 2004, 10:50:26 AM » |
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I listen to an immense variety of music, ranging from the Beegees to Linkin Park to Shostakovitch. I'm currently listening to Pavane, which has no lyrics btw. I'll try to find a link to an online copy somewhere. Found one: http://www.classicalmidiconnection.com/cmc/faure.html. They've got an anti-hotlinking script, so you'll have to scroll down to the last block of links, and click on the one by John Cowles to get it. Grab Sicilienne while you're at it - that's good as well. Midi files are nothing like the real thing, but that'll give you an idea of what I'm on about.
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Money isn't the solution to life's problems, but it can usually buy it.
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« Reply #439 on: February 12, 2004, 02:05:47 PM » |
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Yay, someone else who doesn't just sit in a box.
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Till shade is gone, till water is gone, into the Shadow with teeth bared, screaming defiance with the last breath, to spit in the Sightblinder's eye on the Last Day.
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« Reply #440 on: February 12, 2004, 05:32:18 PM » |
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Pantera suck.
*Sticks on some real Extreme metal... what do we have today.... ah yes*
Sepultura - Beneath the Remains
In The Middle Of A War That Was Not Started By Me Deep Depression Of The Nuclear Remains I've Never Thought Of, I've Never Thought About This Happening To Me Proliferations Of Ignorance Orders That Stand To Destroy Battlefields And Slaughter Now They Mean My Home And Work Who Has Won? Who Has Died? Beneath The Remains Cities In Ruins Bodies Packed On Minefields Neurotic Game Of Life And Death Now I Can Feel The End Premonition About My Final Hour A Sad Image Of Everything Everything's So Real Who Has Won? Who Has Died? Everything Happened So Quickly. I Felt I Was About To Leave Hell I'll Fight For Myself, For You, But So What? To Feel A Deep Hate To Feel Scared But Beyond That, To Wish Being At An End Clotted Blood Mass Mutilation Hope For The Future Is Only Utopia Mortality, Insanity, Fatality You'll Never Want To Feel What I've Felt Mediocrity, Brutality, And Falsity It's Just A World Against Me Cities In Ruins Bodies Packed On Minefields Neurotic Game Of Life And Death Now I Can Feel The End Premonition About My Final Hour A Sad Image Of Everything Everything's So Real Who Has Won? Who Has Died? Beneath The Remains
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« Reply #441 on: February 13, 2004, 04:22:20 AM » |
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Meh. Do you like the dark Do you like the way it moves Do you come alive when neon Kills the sun
Are you hypnotized Part of the illusion Oh, see how they run
It's the mystery Poetry and passion Innocence and fashion Revolution Evolution ways
Night people
Are you satisfied With the lessons that you're learning Is the fire really burning Do you know
Hey dream child Promises are spoken And promises are broken Electric eyes that never let you See them in the day
Night people Night people
Do you like the dark Do you like the way it moves Do you come alive when neon Kills the sunshine
Are you hypnotized Innocence and fashion Promises and passion Evolution Revolution ways And everybody stays
Night people Night people, yeah!
Do you like the dark Do you like the way it moves Are you hypnotized Paralyzed Revolution Hey dream child You got electric eyes Hey dream child!
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Till shade is gone, till water is gone, into the Shadow with teeth bared, screaming defiance with the last breath, to spit in the Sightblinder's eye on the Last Day.
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« Reply #442 on: February 17, 2004, 04:14:36 PM » |
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Meads of Asphodel - 80 Grains of Sand
O death in thee I have found & Found in thee alone The silent bane of emptiness This sorrow ‘till now unknown.
In the name of God, Allah, Odin And devils one and all, I call upon their faceless forms To resurrect my soul.
In death I face my deepest fear Alone I waste away, No God will come this dying day To take me from my grave.
To disappear without a trace Like ashes in the rain, All I am and ever was Is 80 grains of sand
All I am and ever was Is 80 grains of sand All I am and ever was Is 80 grains of sand.
A life is but one second of forever & Death an endless path that leads to the lamenting edge At the well of sorrow. Tears flow like an eternal rain that dwell in a place where no sun can reach. & Here 80 grains of sand rests amongst a desert.
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« Reply #443 on: February 17, 2004, 11:35:25 PM » |
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Black Velvet Band Traditional. Arrangement Dropkick Murphys In a neat little town they call Quincy Apprenticed in trade I was bound And many an hour of sweet happiness I spent in that neat little town Then bad misfortune befell me And caused me to stray from the land Far away from my friends and companions To follow the black velvet band As I as out strolling one evening Not intending to stay very long I met a frolicsome damsel As she came tripping along A watch she pulled out her pocket And slipped it right into my hand On the very first night that I met her Bad luck to the black velvet band. (chorus) Her eyes, they shone like the diamond You'd think she was queen of the land And her hair hung over her shoulder Tied up in a black velvet band Before judge and jury next morning Both of us did appear A gentleman claimed his jewelry And the case against us was clear Now seven long years transportation Right down to Van Dieman's land Far away from my friends and companions To follow this black velvet band So come all you jolly young fellows I'll have you take warning by me Whenever you're out on the liquor Beware of the pretty Colleen She'll fill you with whiskey and porter Until you're not able to stand And the very next thing you'd know You've landed in Van Dieman's Land. /me likes dkm
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« Reply #444 on: February 18, 2004, 02:31:22 AM » |
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*Felt like posting something* I'm listening to "Glaring Dream" by Kinya Kotani. I won't post the lyrics, for they are Japanese, and ya'll probably dont' care too much for that, ne?
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« Reply #445 on: February 18, 2004, 12:18:07 PM » |
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Five Pointe O - Sympathetic Climate Control
Poor child cool steel on bone fold or follow abdicate through dire force
[chorus] poor child where have all your friends gone? little child how does it feel to be alone?
done deal, proves unsure.. loss of guidance brings smiles of comfort forward escape harsh words by breaking their teeth 14 years of broken ribs and broken dreams but is he satisfied? his burden was chosen as the vessel broke in their eyes
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cannot take this anymore were broken (why i feel alone) with closed eyes (why i feel alone) and were born (why i feel alone) to die, why
Five Pointe O - Breathe Machine
Gears and fuels will let time progress with me without meaning life kept on passing me by up to speed life seems to move smoothly gears and fuels will let time progress with me without meaning life kept on passing me by placenta state of sequential form welcome blueprint days and lives with open arms I.D. blank without a purpose in sight just a job identity holes full of frustration why try to get by whats your meaning in life? whys there reason for time? ive seen skins floor plans this opened my eyes shops been closed conclusive through pay offs wall streets sold
[chorus] we're whole again pull for me be opened
crawl for what counts look at this place its a global monopoly crawl for what counts estranging me because i see where i want to be crawl for what counts look at this place its a global monopoly crawl for what counts why dont you open your mind
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reach out for what you believe in to reach out reach for the skies
Red Harvest - Desolation
These Tired Eyes Need To Rest But, I Am Too Fucked Up To Sleep I'm Overfed
It Doesn't Matter What You Say Apocalypse Happens Everyday
Too Much Desolation In The Air Today Too Much Desolation Too Much Of Everything In The Air Today
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« Reply #446 on: February 23, 2004, 12:03:50 AM » |
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Nessun dorma, nessun dorma Tu pure, o principessa, Nella tua fredda stanza Guardi le stelle che tremano D'amore e di speranza! Ma il mio mistero e chiuso in me, Il nome mio nessun sapra! No, no, sulla tua bocca lo diro, Quando la luce splendera! Ed il mio bacio sciogliera Il silenzio che ti fa mia!
Dilegua, o notte! Tramontate, stelle, tramontate, stelle! All'alba vincero, vincero, vincero! Dilegua, o notte! Tramontate, stelle, tramontate, stelle! All'alba vincero, vincero, vincero!
Latin metal!
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Till shade is gone, till water is gone, into the Shadow with teeth bared, screaming defiance with the last breath, to spit in the Sightblinder's eye on the Last Day.
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« Reply #447 on: February 23, 2004, 07:42:50 PM » |
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Manowar: Metal so cheesy you could wrap it in wax and call it a babybel.
KoRn - Did My Time
Realized I can never win Sometimes I feel like I have failed Inside where do I begin My mind is laughing at me Tell me why am I to blame Aren't we suppose to be the same That's why I will never tame This thing that's burning in me
I am the one who chose my path I am the one who couldn't last I feel the life pulled from me I feel the anger changing me
Sometimes I can never tell If I've got something after me That's why I just beg and plead For this curse to leave me Tell me why am I to blame Aren't we suppose to be the same That's why I will never tame This thing that's burning in me
I am the one who chose my path I am the one who couldn't last I feel the life pulled from me I feel the anger changing me
Betrayed I feel so enslaved I really Tried I did my time I did my time
I am the one who chose my path I am the one who couldn't last I feel the life pulled from me I feel the anger changing me
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« Reply #448 on: February 23, 2004, 09:59:45 PM » |
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Annoyingly addictive... I hear you on the radio You permeate my screen, its' unkind but If I met you in a scissor fight I'd cut off both your wings on principle alone On principle alone
Hey megalomaniac You're no Jesus Yeah, you're no fucking Elvis Wash your hands clean of yourself Baby, just step down, step down, step down
If I were your appendages I'd hold open your eyes So you would see That all of us are heaven sent There was never meant to be only one To be only one
Hey megalomaniac You're no Jesus Yeah, you're no fucking Elvis Wash your hands clean of yourself Baby, just step down, step down, step down
Yeah You're no Jesus You're no Elvis ... You're no answer
Hey megalomaniac You're no Jesus Yeah, you're no fucking Elvis Wash your hands clean of yourself Just step down, step down, step down
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Till shade is gone, till water is gone, into the Shadow with teeth bared, screaming defiance with the last breath, to spit in the Sightblinder's eye on the Last Day.
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« Reply #449 on: February 23, 2004, 10:13:46 PM » |
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i like the older stuff it was a bit diff to the new stuff
EDIT dare you to read ti and tell me theres nothing psychological going on
cradle of filth - Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured if they bring thee pleasure somehow...
Maleficent in dusky rose Gathered satin lapped Her breasts Like blood upon the snow A tourniquet of Topaz Glistened at Her throat Awakening, pulled from the tomb Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon That She outshone as a fallen star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular
Her likeness hung in the black gallery Commanding unease Demanding of Death to breathe...
Midst the whirl and daylight fauna Of society at court Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause Though Her torchlit shadow Thrown upon damp cellar walls Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled
Thirteen Winter solstices had shown Her path, that the dark Had marked its dominion Spaying the confessor Whose caresses she'd known, As whipcord in the House of Dog Her cold cunt meat on holy bone
Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror's face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss
Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs Exhumed by scrying eyes Madness came upon Her like an amourous lover's seed Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin In gouts torture unleashed
And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel's warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice
Exacting obeisance Her gaze held a seance Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune A sleeter mistress than Luna Whose threats to consume Her Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon
Flat on Her back Pack-prey for the reams Of verses and curses That haunted Her dreams Midnightmare chimed Thirteen in Her mind A disciple of scars Branded years hissed behind Ridden split-thighed By the Father of lies An ovation of wolves Blushed the skies as they writhed
But Heaven is never forever She came, a spent storm From the clouds...
Leaving serpents in office Inside every gate To lick righteous holes Blinding Lords to the fate Of virgins forced naked To defile on rent knees Hacked and racked backwards Menses choking their pleas
"More. Whore. More. Twitching make me wet with thee Carcass rub me raw"
cradle of filth - Dusk And Her Embrace
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake And the mists steal in with ease Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes In adoration of the moon and thee "They call as I to thee...." And I will come, as if in dream My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen Of vengeful, ancient breed Gilded with the pelts of many enemies Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I can taste thy scent by candlelight Legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair Appease the beast on spattered sheets Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps Nocternity.... She shall come for me A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life Like a poignant Madonna perverted to night And I have ridden from the westerning light To expend my lust Tear away the funereal dress Know that I will escape from my death Surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress
Lo! The pale moonlight Weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline Of mist and moth and the hunger inside Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise "Through twilight, darkness and moonrise My scarlet tears will run As stolen blood and whispered love Of fantasies undone" Countess swathed in ebony And snow-white balletic grace Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish For lust and her disgrace Dusk and her embrace We shall flit through the shadows Like a dream of (were)wolves in the snow Under deadly nightshade Still warmed with the kill's afterglow Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me (Beneath the stars taste the death in me) Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss To sever thin mortality Elizabeth My heart is thine Thy fragrant words Warm within like wine.... "Let me come to thee" With eyes like Asphodel Moon-glancing, loose desires free To writhe under my spell" Ereshkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I know thy scent by candlelight Immortal flesh I yearn to share Appease the beast on spattered sheets Dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps Nocternity She shall come for me.... Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus How the full embosomed fog Imparts the night to us....
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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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