Omiljene lyrice

djaguard · Pristupio: 19 Jan 2007 Poruke: 1172 Studijska grupa: Psihologija

He he Ivane - shvatila sam sta si mislio Namig

A od DM moja omiljena - da ne bude copy/paste ja cu sama otkucati onako kako je pamtim Smajli

I'm gonna take my time, I have all the time in the world,
To make you mine, it is written in the stars above

(necu sve da kuckam, samo odabrane delove) Smajli

When will you realise, do we have to wait 'till our worlds collide
Open up your eyes, you can't turn back the tide

Don't say you want me, don't say you need me
Don't say you love me, it's understood
Don't say you're happy, out there without me
I know you can't be, cause it's no good.

I ubedljivo najbolji spot. Molim ne dodavati znacenje ovom mom postu Smajli

jer je zaista lisen pisanja medju redovima Plez

nikky · Pristupio: 20 Feb 2007 Poruke: 56 Studijska grupa: neki drugi fakultet

Paraf

Kao rane tresnje

Jos se uvjek nadam
Da si malo nastran
Jer to je tako ljudski
Ali ti samo plivas
Sve su ti drugi rekli
A stosta te prijeci

Ne znas da postoje
Privatni izleti
Ti krijes misli sto
Nemaju dozvole

Ja ih pustam
Neka zive
Neka vriste
Kao rane tresnje

Jos se uvjek nadam
Da si malo nastran
Ali ti vjecno plivas
Jer to je tako ljudski

matija bakshu · Pristupio: 18 Mar 2007 Poruke: 339 Studijska grupa: Etnologija i antropologija

joj jako je ljep tekst : )

Cosmomachia · Pristupio: 08 Mar 2007 Poruke: 121 Studijska grupa: neki drugi fakultet

Jedan od najboljih lyricsa koje sam ikada cuo/video:

SUNN O))) - My Wall (album "White 1", 2003)

And I do walk upon Wan’s Dyke
And I do survey the land
And I did become the Reaper with my own bare hands+
For I am Wodan,
Though, some call me Hermes,
Some call me Roman Mercury,
God of cargos,
God of weather,
Hanging God of boundaries,
Hanging God of Gibbet Hill
Killing God of hidden doorways.

Spinning the yarn from Wansdyke to Silbury
Spinning the taelbook, telling the tale
Telling the tellbook to all and sundry
Keltiberians and Irish Gael
Then I hear camp followers bellow afar
Their shrieking lament for Johnny Guitar:

"Look to the farthest far horizon
Look to the bloodlust deepest scar
Look to the scattering Brythonic uprising
For this be the wall of Johnny Guitar

There be the ditch that you shall die in
Here be the wall that I shall cry on
Ditch dug with antler and ox bone shovel
This rising wall that shades our ancient hovel."

Look to the north a quick mile yonder
Look to our Yggdrasilbury
Look to the Saxon chasing Viking
Look to the Norman chasing Saxon
Look to the German chasing German
German German German German
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar

"Play your gloom axe Stephen O’Malley
Sub bass clinging to the sides of the valley
Sub bass ringing in each last ditch and combe
Greg Anderson purvey a sonic doom."

To rage in sound this valiant despair
Doom and gloom as each a splendid pair
To rage in sound the valiant despair:

Not Abraham,
Not Moses
And not Christ
Neither Jove to whom we sacrificed,
Not Attis
Not Mohammed,
But to hilltop Thor
We rave and dance and weep and we implore:
Look to the farthest far horizon
Don’t blame the messenger,
Don’t blame the messenger,
Look to the farthest far horizon
Don’t blame the messenger.
Don’t blame the messenger,
For I am Death so Ragnarock with me
For I am Doom so Ragnarock with me.

And I stood upon Wan’s Dyke
And I did survey the land
And I did become the Reaper with my own bare hands...

And then I was King Vikar with his arms outstretched
And then I was King Vikar with his broken neck
And then I was the villain and the victim and the priest
Was grim misunderstanding and was grim as death itself

My Wall My Wall caught in the thrall of my Wall
My Wall My Wall caught beneath the thrall of my Wall.

Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Play your gloom axe Stephen O’Malley
Sub bass ringing the sides of the valley
Sub bass climbing up each last ditch and combe
Greg Anderson purvey a sonic doom.

Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my tidal wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my tidal wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my tidal wall

Mothers to your bosoms,
Grab your child and sing,
As to your breasts cascade and sing:
Brothers and fathers,
Down to the thing in the middle of the town
To judge at the thing

These the effeminate priests of Frey
That don their drag
And shriek through the day
That drag their God through the muddiest fields
Spilling seed to raise the yields
These the odd castrated womb-men
On this onerous land of no men

There the infernal priestess of Freyja,
These her people layer on layer
Then the infernal priestess of Freyja
Visiting the farms
The seething seer
Visiting the farms
And rarely leaving
Mounting the tumulus
The people grieving
Dodens doddering dead and dying.

Hear the modest priests of Ing
Who’s harkening always let us sing
That let’s us free our tightest waistband
Let’s us fertilise our own land
Spunked entire nations from one phallus
Spunked the vegetation into being
Spilled the super seed into the one day superceded earth.

Old Mother Fucker
She was a cocksucker
To give her poor family a home
Went down on their ding song
And drank for a sing song
But ended her sad life alone.

Around the church in Yatesbury the dead
Lie scattered underneath the sacred yew
As Sheila the Witch attending Sunday prayer
Praises a God but never tells them who
And from my Wall observing Sheila the Witch
Praises her God but never explaining which.

And every Monday night by the light of Moon
Those Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the heavy metal of the heathen bells
Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the bad heavy metal of the heathen bells
Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the heavy metal of the heathen bells
Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the bad heavy metal of the heathen bells

And Doggen can testify to my claim
That the Christians of Yatesbury are Christian in name
But their stomping pounding actions attest
To their Christianity happiest at rest
And Doggen who played at the John Stewart Hall
Can attest that its keeper is the heathenest of all
Is a shapeshifter tending to her hogweed hidden
And her dear Paul wallows in the village pond nay midden

For all of us are boundaried by Wan’s Dyke at the west
And the great world hill which spies us and can never let us rest
Bringing on Iranian Mithra
From its home beneath the east
Caught always in the thrall of my Wall
Caught always in the thrall of my Wall

Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my wall

Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Play your gloom axe Stephen O’Malley
Sub bass ringing the sides of the valley
Sub bass climbing up each last ditch and combe
Greg Anderson purvey a sonic doom...

Don’t blame the messenger of gloom,
Don’t blame the messenger of doom,
For this be the Ragmarockingest aeion
In stillness O’Malley and Anderson play on... play on... play on...

Rasputin · Pristupio: 24 Nov 2006 Poruke: 715 Studijska grupa: Etnologija i antropologija

Dead Brothers - The angel of death

.....the angel of death will come from the sky and claim your poor soul when time comes to die......the angel of death comes down after you,he smiles and say that you have been true,for you'll have to go all way by yourself when god shall send down the angel of death.....you can thruthfully say,with your dying breath,you are ready to meet the angel of death.....

Cosmomachia · Pristupio: 08 Mar 2007 Poruke: 121 Studijska grupa: neki drugi fakultet

Jer si slusao istoimenu pesmu grupe Hawkwind?

Rasputin · Pristupio: 24 Nov 2006 Poruke: 715 Studijska grupa: Etnologija i antropologija

nisam,jel sam trebao?

Cosmomachia · Pristupio: 08 Mar 2007 Poruke: 121 Studijska grupa: neki drugi fakultet

Ako naletis, ne bi bilo zgoreg da poslusas Hawkwind. Imaju gomilu materijala. U ranom Hawkwindu je Lemmy svirao bass pre nego sto je osnovao Motorhead. Pitao sam posto ih volim...

Rasputin · Pristupio: 24 Nov 2006 Poruke: 715 Studijska grupa: Etnologija i antropologija

hm hm nisam ih slusao,mada znam ljude koji bi mozda imali,videcu sa njima....poslao sam ti priv.poruku si je dobio?

Cosmomachia · Pristupio: 08 Mar 2007 Poruke: 121 Studijska grupa: neki drugi fakultet

Jesam. Sve je OK. Reci Srkiju da se javi sto pre, da svrati...

Hawkwind zaista vrede. Kada premotam vreme unazad do doba kada su se ispred SKC-a prodavale kasete i diskovi, nije mi bilo jasno odsustvo Hawkwinda.

JukeAtz · Moderator

Ahem ahem... samo da opomenem i podsetim na antikopipejst politiku teme...

djaguard · Pristupio: 19 Jan 2007 Poruke: 1172 Studijska grupa: Psihologija

Evo, ja necu da se oglusim o pravilo copy/paste jer obicno kucam sve tekstove. Brze mi je kad ih vec znam, nego da trazim na netu Smajli

Ali oglusujem se o pravilo omiljene lyrics. Danas sam slusala novi Kaiser i shvatila da dve pesme koje idu jedna za drugom zelim da posvetim dvojici clanova foruma. Evo, navescu samo prva slova njihovih nickova, verujem da ce se obojica prepoznati..

Dakle, za R:
You're my kind of guy cause I like your style and you sound as horrible as me, you're my kind of guy and I don't mind if you're unkind, you're reminding me of me...

Napomena: pesmu peva daklem, muski vokal, i samo kao takva se primenjuje na ovaj slucaj Plez

I za M:
Oooo, everything is average nowadays, everything is average nowadays...
I tako dalje... Plez

jimson_crimson · Pristupio: 18 Apr 2006 Poruke: 1772 Studijska grupa: Istorija umetnosti

Jel sada ostali clanovi kojima nick-ovi ne pocinju na ta slova treba da
pogadjaju kome su posvecene lirike ili.....? Smajli

Rogan · Pristupio: 14 Apr 2006 Poruke: 5426 Studijska grupa: Istorija umetnosti

Ma ochigledno je da su u pitanju Rasputin i Matija Bakshu...

jimson_crimson · Pristupio: 18 Apr 2006 Poruke: 1772 Studijska grupa: Istorija umetnosti

Pa ne znam bas za ovog drugog..........meni je najlogicnije da je M.!
Smajli