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 Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 1:37 am
An cuimhin leat an grá
Crá croí an ghrá
Níl anois ach ceol na h-oíche
Táim sioraí i ngrá
Leannáin le smál
Leannáin le smál
Lig leis agus beidh leat
Lig leis agus beidh grá
Cuimhne leat an t-am
Nuair a bhí tú sásta
An cuimhne leat an t-am
Nuair a bhí tú ag gáire
Tá an saol iontach
Má chreideann tú ann
Tug aghaidi ar an saol is sonas sioraí inár measc
Céard a tharla do na laethanta sin
Céard a tharla do na h-oícheanta sin
An cuimhin leat an t-am
Nuair a bhí tú faol bhrón
An cuimhin leat an t-am
Go sioraí sileadh na ndeor an ormsa nó orainne a bhí an locht
Ag mothú caiite s'ar fán
Cén fáth an t-achrann is sileadh na ndeor
Tá áilleacht sa saol
Má chuardaíonn tú e
Tá gliondar sa saol
Cuardaimís e
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 1:39 am
Once there was this kid who
Got into an accident and couldn't come to school
But when he finally came back
His hair had turned from black into bright white
He said that it was from when
The cars had smashed so hard
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Once there was this girl who
Wouldn't go and change with the girls in the change room
But when they finally made her
They saw birthmarks all over her body
She couldn't quite explain it
They'd always just been there
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
But both girl and boy were glad
'Cause one kid had it worse than that
'Cause then there was this boy whose
Parents made him come directly home right after school
And when they went to their church
They shook and lurched all over the church floor
He couldn't quite explain it
They'd always just gone there
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 1:40 am
No era el hombre más honesto
pero él...
era un hombre valiente y fiel
tampoco la piedad se cobijaba en él.
Malvivía, alquilando por tres maravedís
su espada y vizcaína en
ajustes de poco lustre y de peor fin.
Eran tiempos duros y había que buscarse el pan.
Reinaban la picaresca, la espada y el "voto a tal".
Brilla el acero en su mano,
perla su cara el sudor,
donde el mar no tiene dueño irá...
irá a buscar.
A su espalda, una sombra a pie
le seguía sin perder ningún detalle,
parecía aprender.
Su mirada reflejaba calma y paz.
su voz grave y familiar
relataba leyendas de la antigüedad.
Algo misterioso le envolvía, no dormía jamás,
cuentan que se alimentaba del relato popular.
Brilla la Cruz de Santiago
en su pecho, por el Sol
su rostro jamás descubrió
su nombre ocultó.
En el tejado del tiempo,
en el desván de los sueños
se ahoga una voz:
"no creas en todo lo que veas
sólo haz caso a tu intuición
y si albergas la duda
nunca hallarás consuelo en tu interior.
Lanza bien los dados
porque el juego del camino ha comenzado,
agudiza tu ingenio,
sírvete de mancias,
sírvete del tarot,
lee en el alma del bosque
y adivina dónde la muerte se escondió"
Brilla el acero en su mano,
perla su cara el sudor,
donde el mar no tiene dueño irá...
Brilla la Cruz de Santiago
en su pecho, por el Sol
su rostro jamás descubrió
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 1:43 am
I'm a dog, and I can smell your smell right through your clothes
And I espouse some views that you yourself just might not hold
Sometimes I am given pause to think when
I consider what we could call the good life
When it comes to the city versus the country life
Well, I must say that I far prefer a farmer's wife
Breakfast with the master in the morning
Feel the breeze and brush against a cow's leg - mmm!
But it seems the thinkers you call greatest are
The sort who often fall ill young, or pine away
How can they help but drag the species down?
There's some debate about whether instincts should be held in check
Well, I suppose that I'm a liberal in this respect
I can't say I liked Robinson Crusoe
But at least he didn't tie his dogs up at night
And it seems the thinkers you call greatest are
The sort who often fall ill young, or pine away
How can they help but drag the species down?
How come all your poets fall into despondencies?
And then write it down for us to read every indignity?
Not such worthy specimens, these creatures
Hardly fit for what you could call the good life
And it seems the thinkers you call greatest are
The sort who often fall ill young, or pine away
How can they help but drag the species down?
How can they help but drag the species down?
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 1:44 am
After seven days
He was quite tired, so god said:
"Let there be a day
Just for picnics, with wine and bread"
He gathered up some people he had made
Created blankets and laid back in the shade
The people sipped their wine
And what with God there, they asked him questions
Like: do you have to eat
Or get your hair cut in heaven?
And if your eye got poked out in this life
Would it be waiting up in heaven with your wife?
God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them;
The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him
So he said: "Once there was a boy
Who woke up with blue hair
To him it was a joy
Until he ran out into warm air -
He thought of how his friends would come to see;
And would they laugh, or had he got some strange disease?"
God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them;
The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him
The people sat waiting
Out on their blankets in the garden
But God said nothing
So someone asked him, "I beg your pardon:
I'm not quite clear about what you just spoke -
Was that a parable, or a very subtle joke?
God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them;
The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 1:45 am
Vengo de un tiempo más allá de la razón
Donde un viejo juglar
Cuenta una historia que el viento le susurro
Al bosque sobre un grial
Dicen algunos que de ahí bebió Cristo
Y otros que leyendas son
De un pueblo llamado celta
Al que vida eterna dio
Fuego, magia y pasión
Filtros de amor
Cuidan de él
¡Acompáñame!
Despunta el alba, la brisa acaricia el mar
Es hora de marchar
Forja tu espada con sabiduría y fe
Y en tus sueños guíate
Y por oscura que sea la noche
Y el miedo beba en tu piel
Más allá del reino muerto
Vida eterna hallarás
Fuego, magia y pasión
Filtros de amor
Cuidan de él
Toma mi mano y sígueme
Te mostraré lo que tu alma no ve
Por equipaje solo lleva tu fe
Por escudero el valor siemper ten
Y si en tu viaje oyes la voz
Del lado oscuro de tu corazón
Elige bien o jamás volverás
Del sueño del grial, nunca despertarás
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 1:47 am
I'm still young, but I know my days are numbered
1234567 and so on
But a time will come when these numbers have all ended
And all I've ever seen will be forgotten
Won't you come
To my funeral when my days are done
Life's not long
And so I hope when I am finally dead and gone
That you'll gather round when I am lowered into the ground
When my coffin is sealed and I'm safely 6 feet under
Perhaps my friends will see fit then to judge me
Oh when they pause to consider all my blunders
I hope they won't be too quick to begrudge me
Won't you come
To my funeral when my days are done
Life's not long
And so I hope when I am finally dead and gone
That you'll gather round when I am lowered into the ground
If I should die before I wake up
I pray that the Lord my soul will take but
My body, my body - that's your job
Well I can't be sure where I'm headed after death
To heaven, hell, or beyond to that Great Vast
But if I can I would like to meet my Maker
There's one or two things I'd sure like to ask
Won't you come
To my funeral when my days are done
Life's not long
And so I hope when I am finally dead and gone
That you'll gather round when I am lowered into the ground
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 1:48 am
tooku no kaze wo
mi ni matou
anata ni wa todokanai
kotoba narabete mite mo [1]
mata shisen wa dokoka
mado no mukou
kawaranai yokan wa tsudzuite-iru
ano hibi sae kumotte...
kago no naka no
tori no you na
utsuro na me ni furete-iru
gogo no hizashi wa maru de
anata wo soto e
sasou hikari
kawaranai yokan wa tsudzuite-iru
ano hibi sae kumotte shimau
meguri-kuru toki ni
yakusoku wo ubaware-sou [2]
kono ryoute sashinobete mo
kokoro wa hanarete
[Instrumental]
(Why do you stare at the sky with your blurry eyes?)
[Guitar Solo]
meguri-kuru toki ni
yakusoku wo ubaware-sou
kono ryoute sashi nobete mo
kokoro wa hanarete
meguri-kuru toki ni
taisetsu na hito wa mou
furimuita sono hitomi ni
chiisa na tameiki
(Your blurry eyes) ...your blurry eyes
(Your blurry eyes) ...kokoro wa
(Your blurry eyes) ...hanarete
(Your blurry eyes) ...yuku
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 1:50 am
oh serena. i know what theyre saying about you.
they all say its a resistance.
they all say that ya didnt listen.
well they all have scars on their eyes, its true.
night and day is like a haunted replay.
i know it girl ill pray for you
just remember its not stronger than you..
oh serena. i know what theyre saying about you.
you tasted death, but, ill shed the night, night irreverant all
the time, carneleby is a bit of you.
time to feel it, time to fix it. time to lure it, oh
no time to miss it, time to lure this stone cold
weather, time alone and time away, i know what they say..
oh serena. i know what theyre saying about you.
i know the pains inside you
i know what theyre saying about you
..its not true..
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 1:51 am
i dont know but i know it
you better find out what your place is
urban plight is in the city streets
its infectious and its complacent
idoless
over expression and rationed, assimilated temptation
integrity- integrate...integregation
molestedm accosted, detested
ill wreck this coming down like the apocalypse
idoless..syndication
i dont know but i know it
you better find out what your name is
arrested, infested, its your collective
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 1:52 am
this is the story about a circle of women
very ******** up women
on an la mission
this is the glory gonna get their hooks in gonna drag you way down
do ya wanna go home soon?
oh god almighty what the ******** happened to you?
cause i am not red, white, and blue
outta mind your outta sight
every day and all ******** night
i watch you pale, i watch you walk on through
then she went glassy a sawn-off tragedy
a deliverence in the city, a new beginning
power and glory in the name of your enemies
you sell your restless casualty for power and glory
god almighty what the ******** happened to you
cause i am not red white and blue
walk on through this heat
do i miss you?
i dont miss you at ******** TRUANT
i dont know why ya come here
i dont know what you want from me
everybody says you use me
oh why did you take that
oh why did you make me
im the one whos suffering, for you
yeah what do you think
i bet you would die for your country
sit here and blood
oh she fell, i hate you
why?
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 1:53 am
no more coquettish look on your face
not so much pretty ugly but youre in your place
hide behind your man dont dare to think for you
keep your claws off me as i walk on through, dont you glare
im not the kind of girl who will just pull on your hair
i wont be through til youre blue
damn man come on and sell your seconds
no one can make ya make ya break ya
anyway i will break ya, theyll crown me
never used to harm noone no matter what the reason
now you drug your grave and its b***h hunting season
smiling madly honey when i see you
around biding my time till i can get you on the ground
its not my plan to steal your man
its a pitiful sight thats hard to stand
i guess i dont get a clue
so just step your a** aside and let me walk on ******** through
damn man come on and sell your second
no one can make you do anything
anyway anyway ill make you theyll crown me
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 1:54 am
the one time
you lied
you were high, so high
my life in my time
you walk black lines
hey clean your mess
hey youre a mess
the one time
i lied .. all the time
my life and in my time
you walk black lines
hey dont i need this
hey dont i need ******** ROSE LEE
when i see you lay down
under pink laquered skies
baby ill give you something
thatll shut your eyes
to this mess
when i love you baby
i mean it more than the whole world
and when i take a picture thats instant
it gets lost tonight it gets burned
i said i remember it so i saw your eyes
go through the tunnel and i remember
australian sun i was eight years old
you marilyn monroe .. oh gotta
take it oh yeah take it on playing backyard
blues, blacktart stuck up in their jaw
i can nail ill nail this on
oh she ate the whole world
oh ive tasted i tasted too too many nights
lost in space i remember kneeling down
my knees caught in the ground
when i love you baby
gypsy rose.. she rose to me
i remember a rolling stone
rolling on down through the bones
oh ya gotta save you gotta save your soul well
she hates the whole world
when i love you baby
i mean it more than just the whole world
and when i saw gypsy rose gypsy rose she rose to me
i know your sin i know sin sin sin youve got wings
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 1:55 am
oh berlin your heart has been drawn and quartered again
the east and the west were divided by a wall
that staunched their freedom..well the wall came
down in 1989 but its ghost still refuses to leave
these hauntings are so reputative
theres a bit of you in me.. lets go
oh berlin your life is on fire it burns deep within
this heart of mine
you got astronamical, economical, suffering for a century
and when the ocean swells that day ill get on my ship
and ill sail away all this s**t im on this ship
and when youre all alone dont forget me
cause when im all alone i wont forget you
when youre all alone dont forget me cause im
on the wrong side of the tracks
but i did not know until you turned youre back
im living the blackest years of my life
but i did not know until you said goodbye..goodbye
oh berlin your witness stands here
oh this cityshamed kinda day..im going home heyhey
im going home yeah im going home yeah im going home
when youre all alone dont forget me
when im all alone i wont forget you
i wont ever forget you
im on the wrong side of the tracks
i did not know until you turned your back
im living the blackest years of my life
i did not know until you said goodbye
goodbye!
im sorry gertie rouge
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 1:58 am
Murder murder a ripe blood stain
Pulled the ******** trigger cause Im sick of it all
Murder murder a ripe ******** hate
Pulled the ******** trigger cause Im sick of it all
I went to school today with an oozi
Theres this kid he teased me so i shot em in the face
All the worlds light wont ease my pain
It wont cease im diseased will you hang me please
What do i do im american youth
All my life ive lived in silence
Im gonna snap ill get you back
Im a girl im only 13 my body rots
Cause i wont ******** eat
Im a silent star on a b-roll
Im a mirror ******** image of no control
Give me the award i conquered food again
What else is better in life than to purge my pain
If i cut, i wont look like that
If i cut if i cut i wont feel like this
We are kids we think life is a scam
We come from wasted land
We are kids we play punk rock and roll
If we didnt we got no soul
We are different kids with the same heartbeat
We got one pulse running through the streets
THey are our arteries
I am part of this
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