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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by Сатан Панонски on Нед 18 Сеп 2011, 07:50

    Blue Öyster Cult - I love the night

    That night her kiss told me it was over
    I walked out late into the dark
    The misty gloom seems to soak up my sorrow
    The further I went on I felt a spreading calm
    Then suddenly my eyes were bathed in a light
    And the lovely lady in white was by my side
    She said "Like me I see you're walking alone
    Won't you please stay?" I couldn't look away
    She said I love the night
    The day is OK and the sun can be fun
    But I live to see those rays slip away
    I love the night
    There's so much I can show and give to you
    If you will welcome me tonight
    If only you had been there my dear
    We could have shared this together
    No mortal was meant to see such wonder
    One look in the mirror told me so
    Come darkness I'll see her again
    Yes I'm gonna go 'cause now I know
    She said I love the night
    The day is OK and the sun can be fun
    But I live to see those rays slip away
    I love the night
    There's so much that I can show and give to you
    If you will welcome me tonight
    If only you had been there my dear
    We could have shared this together
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    Пишување by Сатан Панонски on Саб 01 Окт 2011, 10:57

    T. Rex - The Slider

    I could never understand
    The wind at all
    Was like a ball of love
    I could never never see
    The cosmic sea
    Was like a bumblebee
    And when I'm sad
    I slide

    I have never never kissed
    A car before It's like a door
    I have always always
    Grown my own before
    All schools are strange
    And when I'm sad
    I slide

    I have never never
    Nailed a nose before
    That's how the garden grows
    I could never understand
    The wind at all
    Was like a ball of love
    And when I'm sad
    I slide
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    Пишување by Сатан Панонски on Пон 24 Окт 2011, 18:28

    Neil Young – Oh, Lonesome Me

    Everybody's going out
    And having fun
    I'm a fool for staying home
    And having none
    I can't get over how she set me free,
    Oh lonesome me

    There must be some way
    That I can lose these lonesome blues
    Forget about my past and
    Find someone new
    I've thought of everything from A to Z
    Oh lonesome me

    I'll bet she's not like me
    She's out and fancy free
    Flirting with the boys with all her charms
    But I still love her so, and brother
    Don't you know it, I'd welcome her
    Right back her in my arms
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    Пишување by Batty on Сре 02 Ное 2011, 03:37



    İ cried when they shot Medgar Evers
    Tears ran down my spine
    I cried when they shot Mr. Kennedy
    As though I'd lost a father of mine
    But Malcolm X got what was coming
    He got what he asked for this time
    So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

    I go to civil rights rallies
    And I put down the old D.A.R.
    I love Harry and Sidney and Sammy
    I hope every colored boy becomes a star
    But don't talk about revolution
    That's going a little bit too far
    So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

    I cheered when Humphrey was chosen
    My faith in the system restored
    I'm glad the commies were thrown out
    of the A.F.L. C.I.O. board
    I love Puerto Ricans and Negros
    as long as they don't move next door
    So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

    The people of old Mississippi
    Should all hang their heads in shame
    I can't understand how their minds work
    What's the matter don't they watch Les Crain?
    But if you ask me to bus my children
    I hope the cops take down your name
    So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

    I read New republic and Nation
    I've learned to take every view
    You know, I've memorized Lerner and Golden
    I feel like I'm almost a Jew
    But when it comes to times like Korea
    There's no one more red, white and blue
    So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

    I vote for the democratic party
    They want the U.N. to be strong
    I go to all the Pete Seeger concerts
    He sure gets me singing those songs
    I'll send all the money you ask for
    But don't ask me to come on along
    So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

    Once I was young and impulsive
    I wore every conceivable pin
    Even went to the socialist meetings
    Learned all the old union hymns
    But I've grown older and wiser
    And that's why I'm turning you in
    So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal


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    Пишување by Batty on Пет 04 Ное 2011, 01:19

    Dead Kennedys - Chickenshit comformist

    Punk's not dead
    It just deserves to die
    When it becomes another stale cartoon
    A close-minded, self-centered social club
    Ideas don't matter, it's who you know
    If the music's gotten boring
    It's because of the people
    Who want everyone to sound the same
    Who drive bright people out
    Of our so-called scene
    'Til all that's left Is just a meaningless fad
    Hardcore formulas are dogshit
    Change and caring are what's real
    Is this a state of mind
    Or just another label
    The joy and hope of an alternative
    Have become its own cliche
    A hairstyle's not a lifestyle
    Imagine Sid Vicious at 35
    Who needs a scene
    Scared to love and to feel
    Judging everythng
    By loud fast rules appeal
    Who played last night?
    "I don't know, I forgot.
    But diving off the stage Was a lot of fun."

    So eager to please
    Peer pressure decrees
    So eager to please
    Peer pressure decrees

    Make the same old mistakes
    Again and again,
    Chickenshit conformist
    Like your parents
    What's ripped us apart even more than drugs
    Are the thieves and the goddamn liars
    Flipping people off when they share their stuff
    When someone falls are there any friends?
    Harder core than thou for a year or two
    Then it's time to get a real job
    Others stay home, it's no fun to go out
    When the gigs are wrecked by gangs and thugs
    When the thugs form bands, look who gets record deals
    From New York metal labels looking to scam
    Who sign the most racist queerbashing bands they can find
    To make a buck revving kids up for war
    Walk tall, act small
    Only as tough as gang approval
    Unity is bullshit
    When it's under someone's fat boot
    Where's the common cause
    Too many factions
    Safely sulk in their shells
    Agree with us on everything
    Or we won't help with anythng
    That kind of attitude
    Just makes a split grow wider
    Guess who's laughing while the world explodes
    When we're all crybabies
    Who fight best among ouselves


    That farty old rock and roll attitude's back
    "It's competition, man, we wanna break big."
    Who needs friends when the money's good
    That's right, the '70s are back.
    Cock-rock metal's like a bad laxative
    It just don't move me, ya know?
    The music's OK when there's more ideas than solos
    Do we rally need the attitude too?
    Shedding thin skin too quickly
    As a fan it disappoints me
    Same old stupid sexist lyrics
    Or is Satan all you can think of?
    Crossover is just another word
    For lack of ideas
    Maybe what we need
    Are more trolls under the bridge
    Will the metalheads finally learn something-
    Or will the punks throw away their education?
    No one's ever the best
    Once they believe their own press
    "Maturing" don't mean rehashing
    Mistakes of the past


    The more things change
    The more they stay the same
    We can't grow
    When we won't criticize ourselves
    The '60s weren't all failure
    It's the '70s that stunk
    As the clock ticks we dig the same hole
    Music scenes ain't real life
    They won't get rid of the bomb
    Won't eliminate rape
    Or bring down the banks
    Any kind of real change
    Takes more time and work
    Than changing channels on a TV set


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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

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    Пишување by Batty on Сре 09 Ное 2011, 23:05

    Dead Kennedys - "M.T.V.-Get Off The Air"

    Fun Fun Fun in the fluffy chair
    Flame up the herb
    Woof down the beer

    Hi
    I'm your video DJ
    I always talk like I'm wigged out on quaaludes
    I wear a satin baseball jacket everywhere I go

    My job is to help destroy
    What's left of your imagination
    By feeding you endless doses
    Of sugar-coated mindless garbage

    So don't create
    Be sedate
    Be a vegetable at home
    And thwack on that dial
    If we have our way even you will believe
    This is the future of rock and roll

    How far will you go
    How low will you stoop
    To tranquilize our minds with your sugar-coated swill

    You've turned rock and roll rebellion
    Into Pat Boone sedation
    Making sure nothing's left to the imagination

    M.T.V. Get off the
    M.T.V. Get off the
    M.T.V. Get off the air
    Get off the air

    See the latest rejects from the muppet show
    Wag their tits and their dicks
    As they lip-synch on screen
    There's something I don't like
    About a band who always smiles
    Another tax write-off
    For some schmuck who doesn't care

    M.T.V. Get off the air
    And so it was
    Our beloved corporate gods
    Claimed they created rock video
    Allowing it to sink as low in one year
    As commercial TV has in 25
    "It's the new frontier," they say
    It's wide open, anything can happen
    But you've got a lot of nerve
    To call yourself a pioneer
    When you're too god-damn conservative
    To take real chances.

    Tin-eared
    Graph-paper brained accountants
    Instead of music fans
    Call all the shots at giant record companies now

    The lowest common denominator rules
    Forget honesty
    Forget creativity
    The dumbest buy the mostest
    That's the name of the game

    But sales are slumping
    And no one will say why
    Could it be they put out one too many lousy records?!?

    M.T.V.-Get off the air!
    NOW


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    Пишување by Batty on Вто 15 Ное 2011, 20:59

    Dead Kennedys - Chicken farm

    Another rainy morning mingling at the market
    Bartering for food for another day
    Rifle shots ring out behind the crumbling buildings
    Executions have begun

    Sprawled in the square are today's broken bodies
    Lots to pick clean if you're first and quick
    Rift through their pockets, peel off their clothes
    To wear or sell when you wash out the blood

    Run my little brother
    Run to the chicken farm
    Opportunity is calling
    You might even find a watch

    We're going down
    To the chicken farm
    We're going down
    To the chicken farm

    We're going down
    To the chicken farm
    We're going down
    To the chicken farm

    Napalm rains no more but the war goes on
    Little brother died playing at the dump today
    He found a new toy and held it up proud
    Then it blew him to bits

    How many more children
    Will be killed or die at birth
    Deformed by Agent Orange
    In our food chain forever more

    We're going down
    To the chicken farm
    We're going down
    To the chicken farm

    We're going down
    To the chicken farm
    We're going down
    To the chicken farm

    This time we'll buy our way out
    I've got a plan, you wait and see
    I smuggled you this map
    In the gash I sliced in my thigh

    I hope I'm there to join you, love
    We're blown to pieces one by one in this camp
    We crawl shaking through the fields at gunpoint all day
    To defuse leftover land mines

    By hand, hand, hands

    We shiver on the deck and stiffen for the worst
    If the pirates come around we might as well be dead
    We'll be thrown in the sea or butchered if we're women
    All in the name of gold

    One foot in a land, we barely understand
    Can't speak the tongue of Yankee hospitality
    Our kids at school get beat up
    To the tune of, "Boat people, go home"

    Sliced with a machete
    From the breast of our homeland
    Our new world tries to spit us out
    But it sure beats the chicken farm

    We're going down
    To the chicken farm
    We're going down
    To the chicken farm


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    Пишување by Batty on Пет 18 Ное 2011, 03:39

    The Clash - Ghetto Defendant

    Do the worm on the Acropolis
    Slam dance the cosmopolis
    Enlighten the populace

    Hungry darkness of living
    Who will thirst in the pit?
    Hooked in metropolis
    She spent a lifetime deciding
    How to run from it
    Addicts of metropolis
    Once fate had a witness
    And the years seemed like friends
    Girlfriends
    Her babies can dream
    But dreams begin like the end
    Shot into eternity
    Methadone kitty
    Iron serenity

    Ghetto defendant
    It is heroin pity
    Not tear gas nor baton charge
    That stops you taking the city

    Strung out committee
    Walled out of the city
    Clubbed down from uptown
    Sprayed pest from the nest
    Run out to barrio town
    The guards are itchy
    Forced to watch at the feast
    Then sweep up the night
    Flipped pieces of coin
    Broken bottles
    Exchanged for birthright
    Grafted in a jiffy

    Strung out committee
    Sitting pretty
    Graphed in a jiffy
    No pity, pretty

    The ghetto prince of gutter poets
    Was bounced out of the room
    Jean Arthur Rimbaud
    By the bodyguards of greed
    For disturbing the tomb
    1873
    His words like flamethrowers
    Paris commune
    Burnt the ghettos in their chests
    His face was painted whiter
    And he was laid to rest
    Died in Marseilles
    Buried in Charleville
    Shut up

    Soap floods oil in water
    All churn in the wake
    On the great ship of progress
    The crew can't find the brake
    Klaxons are blaring
    The admiral snores command
    Submarines boil in oceans
    While the armies fight with suns


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    Пишување by Batty on Пет 25 Ное 2011, 04:44

    DEAD KENNEDYS - AT MY JOB

    If your machine might slip a gear
    Push this button to help it clear
    Your time card says your name's Joe
    But we'll call you 6-3-0

    I'm working at my job
    I'm so happy
    More boring by the day
    But they pay me
    All that time spent going to school
    Just to end up following-rules
    Now it's time to take a break
    Don't stray too far or you'll be late
    Thank you for your service and a long career
    Glad you gave us your best years


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    Пишување by Batty on Саб 26 Ное 2011, 08:07

    Dead Kennedys
    "Soup Is Good Food"

    We're sorry
    But you're no longer needed
    Or wanted
    Or even cared about here
    Machines can do a better job than you
    This is what you get for asking questions

    The unions agree
    'Sacrifices must be made'
    Computers never go on strike
    To save the working man you've got to put him out to pasture

    Looks like we'll have to let you go
    Doesn't it feel fulfilling to know
    That you-the human being-are now obsolete
    And there's nothing in hell we'll let you do about it

    Soup is good food-(We don't need you any more)
    You made a good meal-(We don't need you any more)
    Now how do you feel-(We don't need you any more)
    To be shit out our ass
    And thrown in the cold like a piece of trash
    We're sorry
    You'll just have to leave
    Unemployment runs out after just six weeks
    How does it feel to be a budget cut?
    You're snipped
    You no longer exist

    Your number's been purged from our central computer
    So we can rig the facts
    And sweep you under the rug
    See our chart? Unemployment's going down
    If that ruins your life that's your problem

    Soup is Good Food, Etc.
    We're sorry
    We hate to interrupt
    But it's against the law to jump off this bridge
    You'll just have to kill yourself somewhere else
    A tourist might see you
    And we wouldn't want that

    I'm just doing my job, you know
    So say uncle
    And we'll take you to the mental health zoo
    Force feed you mind-melting chemicals
    Til even the outside world looks great

    In hi-tech science research labs
    It costs too much to bury all the dead
    The mutilated disease-injected
    Surplus rats who can't be used anymore

    So they're dumped (with no minister present)
    In a spiraling corkscrew dispose-all unit
    Ground into sludge and flushed away
    Aw geez:.

    Soup is good food
    You made a good meal, etc:.
    We know how much you'd like to die
    We joke about it on our coffee breaks
    But we're paid to force you to have a nice day
    In the wonderful world we made just for you
    "Poor Rats", we human rodents chuckle
    At least we get a dignified cremation
    At yet
    At 6:00 tomorrow morning
    It's time to get up and go to work


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    Пишување by Batty on Нед 27 Ное 2011, 04:50

    Dead Kennedys - A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch

    "In lonely gas stations with mini-marts
    You'll find rows of them for sale
    Liquor-filled statues of Elvis Presley
    Drink like a vampire
    His disciples flock to such a fitting shrine
    Sprawled across from his graceless mansion
    A shopping mall
    Filled with prayer rugs and Elvis dolls

    And I wonder
    Yeah I wonder
    Will Elvis take the place of Jesus in a thousand years

    Religious wars
    Barbaric laws
    Bloodshed worldwide
    Over what's left of his myth

    A growing boy needs his lunch

    When pesticides get banned we're safe up north
    We just sell them to those other countries
    Soon there's lots of exotic deformed babies
    Somehow that's not our fault

    Just dip 'em in glaze paint 'em orange and green
    For the Arizona roadside stands
    To sell alongside plaster burros and birthbaths

    And I wonder
    Yeah I wonder
    Why so many insects around us feed off the dead

    Death squads
    Starvation
    Foreign aid?
    Just leave it to the magic of the marketplace

    A growing boy needs his lunch

    Everyone should just love each other
    Dip your toe into the fire
    Drop your guns and lawsuits and love each other
    Life begins beyond the bunker
    And while you're busy hugging in the streets
    Outgrowing your hatred for all to feel
    Jiminy Cricket's found a game to play
    Stick your neck out and trust—It'll be chopped away
    Jimmy through your locked front doors
    Rifle through your sacred drawers
    Line my pockets
    Deface your dreams
    Til the cows come home to me

    Nibbling like an earwig winding through your brain
    Bound like Lawrence Harvey spreadeagle to a bed
    The migraine gets worse when we find out we lay eggs
    And no one in all of Borneo can hear you scream

    Turn on
    Tune in
    Cop out

    Drop kick Turn in Tune out

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    Пишување by Batty on Сре 30 Ное 2011, 04:46

    The Clash - Straight to Hell

    If you can play a fiddle
    How's about a British jig and reel?
    Speaking King's English in quotation
    As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust
    Water froze in the generation
    Clear as winter ice, this is your paradise

    There ain't no need for ya
    There ain't no need for ya
    Go Straight to Hell boys
    Go Straight to Hell boys

    Wanna join in a chorus
    Of the Amerasian blues?
    When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City
    Kiddie say Papa Papa Papa Papa Papa-san take me home
    See me got photo, photo, photograph of you
    And Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
    Of you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
    Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid
    It ain't Coca-Cola it's rice

    Straight to Hell boy
    Go Straight to Hell boy
    Go Straight to Hell boys
    Go Straight to Hell boy

    Oh Papa-san, please take me home
    Oh Papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home
    So Mamma-san says

    You wanna play mind-crazed banjo
    On the druggie-drag ragtime U.S.A.?
    In Parkland International, heh, Junkiedom U.S.A.
    Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove
    And rat poison, the volatile Molatov says

    Straight to Hell

    Can you really cough it up loud and strong?
    The immigrants, they wanna sing all night long
    It could be anywhere
    Most likely could be any frontier, any hemisphere
    In no man's land
    There ain't no asylum here
    King Solomon he never lived 'round here

    Straight to Hell boy
    Go Straight to Hell boy
    Go Straight to Hell boys
    Go Straight to Hell boy

    Oh Papa-san, please take me home
    Oh Papa-san


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    Пишување by Batty on Чет 01 Дек 2011, 06:39

    DEAD KENNEDYS - "Rambozo The Clown"

    Got a deadly toy
    To brainwash your boy

    An egocentric muscle thug
    Kicks butt on screen like a brat outa hell
    Bullshitter in the Indochina shop
    Pull the string in his back, we win the war

    That we never should have started at all

    A cabbage patch terrorist to call our own
    Who rewrites history with a machine gun
    Don't think about it-KILL IT
    That's what we teach your child

    RAMBOZO
    RAMBOZO
    RAMBOZO the Clown
    To draft age kids
    It sure looks like fun-
    "Kill 'em all
    And let God sort 'em out."
    Like video games-no mess
    Just fuel for a mass lapse of common sense
    You can be Don Quixote
    We'll dice you with our windmill blades

    Brawn over brain
    Means a happy ending
    G.I. Joe in the cereal bowl
    Grey shrapnel-flavored chewing gum
    Mass murder ain't just painless
    Now we've made it cute

    RAMBOZO
    RAMBOZO
    RAMBOZO the Clown
    War is sexy
    War is fun
    Iron Ego
    Red Dawn
    Be a wolverine. You'll rule the hills
    Just get some guns and Cheerios
    Any kid can conquer Libya
    Just steal a fighter plane

    Look who came home in a wheelchair
    V.A. Hospital, they don't care
    "We're the machine
    You're just a tool."
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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by prozaque on Чет 01 Дек 2011, 12:30

    ^ леле ц ц ц секоја чест


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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by Batty on Сре 07 Дек 2011, 12:22

    Dead Kennedys - stars and stripes of corruption


    Finally got to Washington in the middle of the night
    I couldn't wait
    I headed straight for the Capitol Mall

    My heart began to pound
    Yahoo! It really exists
    The American International Pictures logo

    I looked up at that Capitol Building
    Couldn't help but wonder why
    I felt like saying "Hello, old friend"

    Walked up the hill to touch it
    Then I unzipped my pants
    And pissed on it when nobody was looking

    Like a great eternal Klansman
    With his two flashing red eyes
    Turn around he's always watching
    The Washington monument pricks the sky
    With flags like pubic hair ringed 'round the bottom

    The symbols of our heritage
    Lit up proudly in the night
    Somehow fits to see the homeless people
    Passed out on the lawn

    So this is where it happens
    The power games and bribes
    All lobbying for a piece of ass

    Of the stars and stripes of corruption

    Makes me feel so ashamed
    To be an American
    When we're too stuck up to learn from our mistakes
    Trying to start another Viet Nam
    Like fiddling while Rome burns at home
    The Boss says, "You're laid off. Blame the Japanese"

    "America's back," alright
    At the game it plays the worst
    Strip mining the world like a slave plantation

    No wonder others hate us
    And the Hitlers we handpick
    To bleed their people dry
    For our evil empire

    The drug we're fed
    To make us like it
    Is God and country with a bang

    People we know who should know better
    Howl, "America rules. Let's go to war!"
    Business scams are what's worth dying for.

    FUCK!

    Are the Soviets our worst enemy?
    We're destroying ourselves instead
    Who cares about our civil rights
    As long as I get paid?

    The blind Me-Generation
    Doesn't care if life's a lie

    so easily used, so proud to enforce

    The stars and stripes of corruption
    Let's bring it all down!
    Let's bring It all down!
    Let's bring it all down,down,down,down,down,down!

    Tell me who's the real patriots
    The Archie Bunker slobs waving flags
    Or the people with the guts to work
    For some real change?

    Rednecks and bombs don't make us strong
    We loot the world, yet we can't even feed ourselves
    Our real test of strength is caring
    Not the war toys we sell the world

    Just carry on, thankful to be farmed like worms
    Old glory for a blanket
    As you suck on your thumbs

    Real freedom scares you
    'Cause it means responsibility

    So you chicken out and threaten me

    Saying, "Love it or leave it"
    I'll get beat up if I criticize it
    You say you'll fight to the death
    To save your useless flag

    If you want a banana republic that bad
    Then why don't you go move to one
    But what can just one of us do?
    Against all that money and power
    Trying to crush us into roaches?

    We don't destroy society in a day
    Until we change ourselves first
    From the inside out

    We can start by not lying so much
    And treating other people like dirt
    It's easy not to base our lives
    On how much we can scam

    And you know
    It feels good to lift that monkey off our back

    I'm thankful I live in a place
    Where I can say the things I do
    Without being taken out and shot
    So I'm on guard against the goons
    Trying to take my rights away
    We've got to rise above the need for cops and laws

    Let kids learn communication
    Instead of schools pushing competition
    How about more art and theater instead of sports?

    People will always do drugs
    Let's legalize them
    Crime drops when the mob can't price them
    Budget's in the red?
    Let's tax religion

    No one will do it for us
    We'll just have to fix ourselves
    Honesty ain't all that hard
    Just put Rambo back inside your pants
    Causing trouble for the system is much more fun

    Thank you for the toilet paper
    But your flag is meaningless to me
    Look around, we're all people
    Who needs countries anyway?

    Our land, I love it too
    I think I love it more than you
    I care enough to fight

    For the stars and stripes of corruption
    Let's bring it all down!
    Let's bring it all down!
    Let's bring it all down!
    If we don't try
    If we just lie
    If we can't find
    A way to do it better than this
    Who will?


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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by Batty on Нед 18 Дек 2011, 01:27

    Alice in Chains - Again

    Hey, let them do it again, yeah
    Hey, you said you were my friend
    Hey, turn me upside down, Oh
    Hey, feelin' so down
    Hey, hey...hey...hey...

    You made a fool of me again
    Again

    Hey, I know I made the same mistake, yeah
    I, I won't do it again, no
    Why, Why you slap me in the face, oww
    I, I didn't say it was OK, no
    No, No...

    You violate a part of me again
    Again

    Hey, you had time to think it out, yeah
    Hey, Your weak will won't help her heal her heart
    Hey, I'll bet it really eats you up

    Extending part of me again
    Again


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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by Batty on Пон 19 Дек 2011, 17:13

    Alice in Chains - Down in a hole

    Bury Me Softly In This Womb
    I Give This Part Of Me For You
    Sand Rains Down And Here I Sit
    Holding Rare Flowers
    In A Tomb.....In Bloom

    Down In A Hole And I Don't Know
    If I Can Be Saved
    See My Heart I Decorate It
    Like A Grave
    You Don't Understand Who They
    Thought I Was Supposed To Be
    Look At Me Now A Man
    Who Won't Let Himself Be

    Down In A Hole, Losin' My Soul
    Down In A Hole, Losin' Control
    I'd Like To Fly
    But My Wings Have Been So Denied

    Down In A Hole And They've Put All
    The Stones In Their Place
    I've Eaten The Sun So My Tongue
    Has Been Burned Of The Taste
    I Have Been Guilty
    Of Kicking Myself In The Teeth
    I Will Speak No More
    Of My Feelings Beneath

    Oh I Want To Be Inside Of You

    Down In A Hole, Losin' My Soul
    Down In A Hole, Feelin' So Small
    Down In A Hole, Losin' My Soul
    Down In A Hole, Out Of Control

    I'd Like To Fly
    But My Wings Have Been So Denied


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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by Kelso on Сре 21 Дек 2011, 16:03

    Don't believe her - Scorpions


    Out for a thril
    Got time to kill

    Just livin' up my dreams
    for heaven's sake
    She's on the make
    A twisted vicar's queen
    And then one night we took a ride
    She was all over me
    Outrageous
    Just ain't real
    I was too wasted to see

    Before you get in too deep
    And you get burned by the heat
    Oh yeah
    She'll take you there
    You know it happened to me

    She'll make your heart break
    She'll give you fever
    She'll tell you everything but don't believe her
    A perfect stranger
    She knows the game
    She'll promise heaven on earth
    But don't believe her

    Out on the street of broken dreams
    Where no one ever wins
    Just when you thought you'd made a start
    You're back where you begin

    Before you get in too deep
    And you get burned by the heat
    Oh yeah
    She'll take you there
    I think you know what I mean

    She'll make you crazy
    She's such a teaser
    Says you're the only one but don't believe her
    She deals in danger
    The girl's insane
    She'll promise heaven on earth
    But don't believe her

    Before you get in too deep
    And you get burned by the heat
    Oh yeah
    She'll take you there
    You know it happened to me

    Don't believe her (Don't believe her)
    Don't believe her (Don't believe her)
    Don't believe her (Don't believe her)
    I can't believe her (Don't believe her)

    She'll make your heart break
    She'll give you fever
    She'll tell you everything but don't believe her
    A perfect stranger
    She knows the game
    She'll promise heaven on earth

    She'll make you crazy
    She's such a teaser
    Says you're the only one but don't believe her
    She deals in danger
    The girl's insane
    She'll promise heaven on earth
    But don't believe her

    Don't believe her
    Don't believe her
    Don't believe her
    Don't believe her


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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by Batty on Сре 21 Дек 2011, 19:52

    Johnny Stulic - Boli glava

    U deželi mori
    u deželi
    ne postoji pravda
    Samo krivda mori
    samo krivda
    Što se ne ispravlja
    Parazitstvo jado
    Od kog boli glava


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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by Printers and faxes on Чет 22 Дек 2011, 18:45

    System Of A Down - Attack

    Breathing each others lives,
    Holding this in mind,
    That if we fall, we all fall,
    And we fall alone.

    The cold insincerity of steel machines,
    Have consumed our euphoria,
    Transforming us into muted dreams,
    Dreaming of the day that...

    We attack,
    Attack, attack your fetal servitude,
    We attack,
    Attack, attack, attack with pesticide,
    We attack,
    All the years of propaganda,
    We shall attack!

    Books illustrate what we already know,
    Candles cry towards the sky,
    Raising your flags along polluted coasts,
    Dreaming of the day that...

    We attack,
    Attack, attack your fetal servitude,
    We attack,
    Attack, attack, attack with pesticide,
    We attack,
    All the years of propaganda,
    We shall attack!

    Attack! (Attack!)

    Breathing each others lives,
    Holding this in mind,
    That if we fall, we all fall,
    And we fall alone.

    Breathing each others lives,
    Holding this in mind,
    That if we fall, we all fall,
    And we fall alone.

    What's the philosophy of displaced mines
    The bombing of all homes and villages
    Truth is the only sword bleeding minds,
    Bleeding till the day that...

    We attack,
    Attack, attack your fetal servitude,
    We attack,
    Attack, attack, attack with pesticide
    We attack,
    All the years of propaganda
    We shall attack!

    Attack all the homes and villages,
    Attack all the schools and hospitals,
    You attack all the rapes and pillages,
    We shall attack!

    We shall attack!
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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by prozaque on Саб 31 Дек 2011, 20:14

    Јонче Христовски - Не се женам не

    Да ме молат не се женам
    Да ме молат, да ме колат
    Не, јок, не се женам не
    Не, не се женам не

    Еве брат, ти се ожени
    И од жена гла' не крена
    Не, јок, не се женам не
    Не, не се женам не

    Ако земам млада мома
    Не ќе се заврти дома
    Не, јок, не се женам не
    Не, не се женам не

    Ако земам жена стара
    Дене ноќе ќе се кара
    Не, јок, не се женам не
    Не, не се женам не

    Ако земам јас вдовица
    Ќе донесе булуф деца
    Не, јок, не се женам не
    Не, не се женам не

    Ако земам оставена
    Не ќе седи ни два дена
    Не, јок, не се женам не
    Не, не се женам не

    Ако земам селско чедо
    Брго ќе ме вика дедо
    Не, јок, не се женам не
    Не, не се женам не

    Ако земам градска мома
    Ќе ме истера од дома
    Не, јок, не се женам не
    Не, не се женам не


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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by Batty on Сре 04 Јан 2012, 19:01

    S.A.R.S. - To rade

    Oduvek sam hteo, tebi bas u inat,
    da postanem nitkov, lopov i devijant,
    bezao iz skole, obij'o frizidere
    crto grafite i tuko konduktere

    To rade, to rade skupstine i vlade,
    spremaju napade na strane ambasade,
    to rade, to rade gangsteri iz vlade
    podmecu bombu pod Palatu Pravde...

    Oduvek sam hteo ja vise od toga
    da formiram porodicu verujem u Boga,
    ispij'o sam pivo i travu sam duv'o
    dok me padur nije povuko za uvo...

    To rade, to rade skupstine i vlade,
    spremaju napade na strane ambasade,
    to rade, to rade gangsteri iz vlade
    podmecu bombu pod Palatu Pravde...

    Oduvek sam hteo, ja tebi u inat,
    da postanem nitkov, lopov i devijant,
    ali jednog dana shvatio sam foru,
    ja sam sitna riba u ovom plavom moru.

    Jer, to rade, to rade skupstine i vlade,
    spremaju napade na strane ambasade,
    to rade, to rade gangsteri iz vlade
    podmecu bombu pod Palatu Pravde...

    To rade, to rade skupstine i vlade (echo)
    To rade, to rade gangsteri iz vlade (echo)
    Oduvek sam hteo, ja tebi u inat (echo)
    Sitna riba (echo)

    To rade, to rade skupstine i vlade,
    spremaju napade na strane ambasade,
    to rade, to rade gangsteri iz vlade
    podmecu bombu pod Palatu Pravde...

    Многу добар текст кој, доколку бид разбран, може да поттикне многу здрави прашања кои ќе те етикетираат како параноичен тип.
    А овие САРС, ќе да се ко Џонија. Никој од слушателите не ги разбра изгледа...


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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by prozaque on Саб 14 Јан 2012, 21:13

    Carcass - Generation Hexed

    Lost forever
    A whole generation of pathetic lost souls
    With no meaning no depth
    They're already dead, before it gets old
    Anonymous, blank
    No individuality, uniformed
    A wholesale
    Blanket identity, from the day that they're born
    - Another generation to mourn

    What choice for a new generation?
    Another generation under sedation

    Flocking like sheep
    The instinctual herd, as fashion dictates
    Primitively seduced
    Commonly reduced, resigned to their fate
    Another useless
    Faceless degeneration
    Like the one which precedes
    Acknowledging
    A bleak existence, to be spent on it's knees
    - The pattern it seeds Another generation under sedation

    Generation hexed
    Just another useless generation
    ...Hexed

    Trapped together
    Another wasted generation is sold
    With no meaning, no depth
    They're there to be bled
    Never breaking the mold
    Anonymous, blank
    No individuality, misinformed
    A wholesale
    Blinkered non-entity, on it's knees born
    - Another generation to scorn

    What choice for a new generation?
    Just another generation under sedation

    Self suppressed
    Generation vexed
    Ha, self oppressed
    Just another generation hexed

    What choice for a new generation?
    A generation vexed
    Still no choice for a new generation
    Just another generation under sedation

    Generation hexed
    Just another useless generation
    Generation hexed
    Just another wasted generation
    ...hexed


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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by Batty on Чет 19 Јан 2012, 17:46

    Психомодо Поп - Осјечам се хај, мозак бај бај


    Imao sam prijatelja
    kojeg je stalno bolela glava
    svaki dan
    bio je jako pametan

    Jednog se jutra probudio
    jako je oglupio
    kroz glavu mu je zujalo
    prijatelj je vristao

    Osjecam se haj
    mozak baj baj

    Zivot je opet bio lijep
    njegov je opet cijeli svijet
    nasao je pravi put jea
    bio je potpuno sretan i glup
    osjecao se haj

    Osjecam se haj
    mozak baj baj


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