Testo duro e triste, musica lenta e profonda, che si può chiedere di più?
Metallica
The Unforgiven
New blood joins this earth
And quickly he's subdued
Through constant pain disgrace
The young boy learns their rules
Whit time the child draws in
This whipping boy done wrong
Deprived of all his thoughts
The young boy struggles on and on he's known
Avow unto his own
That never from this day
His will they'll take away
What i've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never be
Never see
Won't see what might have been
What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never free
Never me
So I dub thee unforgiven
They dedicate their lives
To running all of his
He tries to please them all
This bitter man he is
Throughout his life the same
He's battled constantly
This fight he cannot win
A tired man they see no longer cares
The old man then prepares
To die regretfully
That old man here is me
What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never be
Never see
Won't see what might have been
What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never free
Never me
So I dub thee unforgiven
You labeled me
I'll label you
So I dub thee unforgiven
Il 10/9/02 alle 16:44 HiveTyrant disse: <table border="0" align="center" width="90%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td class="quote">
noto con disappunto due cose:
1) qualche becero ha osato attribuire knockin'on heaven's door di bob dylan ai gun's n' roses. mi auguro si sia trattato di un malinteso...
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Io fossi in te ci andrei piano con le parole, dal momento che mi girano parecchio per gli affari miei e non sono in vena di creare flame su simili stronzate.
Per tua informazione ho scritto Guns N' Roses al posto di Bob Dylan per il semplice fatto che la cover di Axl e soci e nettamente migliore dell'originale come sound.
E da quando si chiamerebbe Dob Dylan?
Comunque ora conosciamo entrambe le versioni (e se non mi sbaglio l'ho sentita anche suonata dai Rolling Stone e dagli U2, quindi...) e siamo tutti più felici...
inoltre, mio caro specialista, becero non è oi quel gran insulto...o abbiamo la coda di paglia?
Adios!
Il 13/9/02 alle 14:37 Smois Dragon-slayer disse: <table border="0" align="center" width="90%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td class="quote">
E da quando si chiamerebbe Dob Dylan?
Comunque ora conosciamo entrambe le versioni (e se non mi sbaglio l'ho sentita anche suonata dai Rolling Stone e dagli U2, quindi...) e siamo tutti più felici...
inoltre, mio caro specialista, becero non è oi quel gran insulto...o abbiamo la coda di paglia?
Adios!
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A quanto pare il forum pullula di rompicoglioni patentati e mi fermi qui perchè non mi pare il caso di svuotare le incazzature personali su gente come voi, come puoi vedere ho editato il nome, sei contento adesso o vuoi continuare a rompere i cosiddetti? Te lo domando perchè nel caso tu ne avessi ancora voglia sai benissimo da te dove ti manderei...
questo arriva direttamenet dal bs... solo lì sono così incazzusi... mi pareva chiaro che il tono del mio post era ironico, se me la prendo con qualcuno nn gli dico mica "epperò sei un pochino becero"... piuttosto "ma vattela a stroncare in cul0!!" o qualcosa di simile... cmq, come dicono dalle mie parti "polleggia, amico, polleggia"...
Il 13/9/02 alle 14:50 The Specialist disse: <table border="0" align="center" width="90%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td class="quote">
Il 13/9/02 alle 14:37 Smois Dragon-slayer disse: <table border="0" align="center" width="90%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td class="quote">
E da quando si chiamerebbe Dob Dylan?
Comunque ora conosciamo entrambe le versioni (e se non mi sbaglio l'ho sentita anche suonata dai Rolling Stone e dagli U2, quindi...) e siamo tutti più felici...
inoltre, mio caro specialista, becero non è oi quel gran insulto...o abbiamo la coda di paglia?
Adios!
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A quanto pare il forum pullula di rompicoglioni patentati e mi fermi qui perchè non mi pare il caso di svuotare le incazzature personali su gente come voi, come puoi vedere ho editato il nome, sei contento adesso o vuoi continuare a rompere i cosiddetti? Te lo domando perchè nel caso tu ne avessi ancora voglia sai benissimo da te dove ti manderei...
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No, caro, ti ci mando io prima affanculO. Se hai voglia di rompere le scatole vattene da un'altra parte, come ad esempio il bs o qualche angolo di merda simile, ok? Hive Tyrant ti ha solo fatto un appunto, pure ironico e moderato, se tu vuoi farne un caso per sfogarti delle tue pene non ce ne può fottere di meno. E delle tue incazzature personali puoi anche non renderci partecipi perchè, facendo così, ti attiri solo pietà...
Paradise Lost DIVIDED
This your only grace.
The art of conversation,
Regarding common sense.
As merely an infliction,
Divided we stand
Divided we stand
Maybe you're content.
Relying on religion,
You steal without consent.
Just consummates my theory,
Divided we stand
Divided we stand
Divided we'll stand.
Regardless we'll fall.
How subtle the words we've come to know,
Divided we stand.
Determined to fall.
Just like this hollow world that sleeps inside of me...
The media machine knows what to do
It knows how to feed the poison to you
Useless information for your useless little lives
The tv lies and pacifies
Do you believe everything you see?
Children of the void come follow me
Denounce your faith and penance the savior is unseen
I am the new drug, your poison godmachine....poison
Poison godmachine
Poison is a word, God is a word used for fear
In subtlety we obey through ink and broadcast wave
The doubts and fears that shadow media decay
Deprogram this affliction and the cathode ray unclean
I am the last nail, the empty soulless screen.....soulless
Poison godmachine
And we eat the poison, we created the poison godmachine
Ah! I Paradise Lost... un po' che non li sentivo...Cmq ribatto con i Dark Tranquillity Format c: For Cortex
Mental Blindfolds on
Early on the fascination intense
How to discern just where right belongs
Something has got to give
These things I just don't want you to see
There is no need for you to start revolutions
I don't want you to talk to the minions
Just show me a brand new face
an open mind against a dying race
Something has got to give
These things I just don't want you to hear/feel
Cannot fail in this era of lsers
burnt the shell of those that once held th torches
Cannot give you the senses anew
nor will you know innocence again
Something has got to give
These things I just don't want you to know
in time all your questions will be answered
not what you hoped for, not what you dreamed
all preconceptions crumble
Something has got to give
These things I just don't want you to learn
Won't hold up to the standards you keep
never came from the formative years
just show me a brand new mind
keep in what you left behind
Something has got to give
These things I just don't want you to be
Il 13/9/02 alle 17:44 Smois Dragon-slayer disse: <table border="0" align="center" width="90%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td class="quote">
No, caro, ti ci mando io prima affanculO. Se hai voglia di rompere le scatole vattene da un'altra parte, come ad esempio il bs o qualche angolo di merda simile, ok? Hive Tyrant ti ha solo fatto un appunto, pure ironico e moderato, se tu vuoi farne un caso per sfogarti delle tue pene non ce ne può fottere di meno. E delle tue incazzature personali puoi anche non renderci partecipi perchè, facendo così, ti attiri solo pietà...
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Ok ho esagerato, ma se mi permettete dirlo certe volte sembra proprio che vi divertiate a rompere i cosiddetti. Prima Hive che mi da del becero (che non è certo un complimento, almeno non dalle mie parti) perchè ho assegnato ai Guns la paternità di Knockin' on Heaven's door. Ti sei fermato un attimo a pensare che potevo sapere benissimo che quella dei Guns è una cover (per altro migliore dell'originale, almeno imho)? Arriva poi Smois che rincara la dose venendolo a menare perche ho digitato una d al posto di una b. Se quelli del backstage sono tesi e incazzosi c'è da dire che anche qui non tira un'aria tanto diversa.
Comunque spero di aver chiarito la faccenda e quindi amici come prima
There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.
There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.
There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who standing looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.
And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.
Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.
I don't know where the years have gone
Memories can only last so long
Like faded photographs, forgotten songs
And the things I never knew
When the skin is thin, the heart shows through
Please believe me what I tell you is true
Where's the light, turn then on again
One more night to believe and then
Another note for my requiem
A memory to carry on
The story's over when the crowds are gone
All my friends have been crucified
They made life a long suicide true
Guess we never figured out the rules
But I'm still alive and my fingers feel
I'm gonna play on till the final reel's through
And read the credits from a different view
Where's the lights, turn them on again
One more night to believe and then
Another note for my requiem
A memory to carry on
The story's over when the crowds are gone
When the crowds are gone
And I'm all alone
Playing a final song
Now that the lights are gone
Turn them on again
One more time for me my friend
Turn them on again
I never wanted to know
Never wanted to see
I wasted my time till time wasted me
Never wanted to go
Always wanted to stay
Cause the person I am are the parts that I play
So I play and I plan
And hope and I scheme
To the lure of a night
Filled with unfinished dreams
And I'm holding on tight
To a world gone astray
As they charge me for years
I can no longer pay
And the lights
Turn them off my friend
And the ghosts
Well just let them in
Cause in the dark
It's easier to see
La musica è arte!!! Ma và?
Al massimo "anche la musica è poesia"!
Mi sembra un titolo al quanto strano per questo topic...
comunque, mi aggiungo anch'io alla massa di poeti, postando ivi (hihihi) i testi di alcune canzon idei Joy division, se nessuno le legge mi inkazzo!!!
She's lost control
Confusion in her eyes that says it all
She's lost control
And she's clinging to the nearest passer by
She's lost control
And she gave away the secrets of her past
And said I've lost control again
And of a voice that told her when and were to act
She said I've control again
And she turned around and took by the hand and said
I've lost control again
And how I'll never know just why or understand
She said I've lost control again
And she screamed out kicking on her side and said
I've control again
And seized up on the floor, I thought she'd died
She said I've lost control again, she's lost control (2)
Well I had to 'phone her friend to state my case
And say she's lost control again
And she showed up all the errors and mistakes
And said I've lost control again
But she expressed herself in many different ways
Until she lost control again
And walked upon the edge of no escape
And laughed I've lost control again
She's lost control again, she's lost control (2)
New Dawn Fades
A change of speed, a change of style
A change of scene, with no regrets
A chance to watch, admire the distance
Still occupied, though you forget
Different colours, different shades
Over each mistakes were made
I took the blame
Directionless so plain to see
A loaded gun won't set you free
So you say
We'll share a drink and step outside
An angry voice and one who cried
" We'll give you everything and more,
the strain's too much, can take much more".
Oh, I've walked on, run through fire
Can't seem to feel it anymore
It was me, waiting for me
Hoping for something more
Me, seeing me this time, hoping for something else.
Love Will tear us apart
When routine bites hard
And ambitions are low
And resentment rides high
But emotions won't grow
And we're changing our ways, taking different roads
Then love, love will tears us apart again
Love, love will tears us apart again
Why is the bedroom so cold
You've turned away on your side
Is my timing that flawed?
Our respect run so dry
Yet there's still this appeal that we've kept through our lives
But love, love will tears us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again
You cry out in your sleep
All my failings exposed
And there's a taste in my mouth
As desperation takes hold
Just that something so good just can't function no more
But love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again (3)
Dead Souls
Someone take these dreams away
That point me to another day
A duel of personalities
That stretch all true realities
That keep calling me
They keep calling me
Keep on calling me
They keep calling me
Where figures from the past stand tall
And mocking voices ring the halls
Imperialistic house of prayer
Conquistadors who took there share
That keep calling me
They keep calling me
Keep on calling me
They keep calling me
Calling me, calling me, calling me, calling me
They keep calling me
Keep on calling me
They keep calling me (2)
Atrocity Exhibition
Asylums with doors open wide
Where people had to paid to see inside
For entertainment they watch his body twist
Behind his eyes he says, "I still exist"
This is the way, step inside (4)
In arenas he kills for a prize
wins a minute to add to his life
But the sickness is drowned by cries for more
Pray to God, make it quick, watch him fall
This is the way, step inside (4)
This is the way (4)
This is the way, step inside (4)
You'll see the horrors of a far away place
Meet the architects of law face to face
See mass murder on a scale you've never seen
And all the ones who tried hard to succeed
This is the way, step inside (4)
And I picked on the whims of a thousand of more
Still pursuing the path that's been buried for years
All the dead wood from jungles and cities on fire
Can't replace or relate, can't release or repair
Take my hand and I'll show you what was and will be.
The north star always guides me
When winter skies are gray
And I wait for the sun when all are one
I shall not betray
Calling at me
I'm waiting when all are led astray
Carry On my sons forever
Carry On when I am gone
Carry On for when the day is long
Forever Carry On
For as long as we together
Then forever Carry On
Darkness all around us
We don't close our eyes
No one's gonna ground us
We were born to fly
Comin' at us no stopping
Born to amplify
Carry On my sons forever
Carry On when I am gone
Carry On when the day is long
Forever Carry On
For as long as we together
Then forever Carry On
Yea, be my brother
Fight to stay alive
All the world can't change us
With all their burned-out jive
Come get us now we're waiting
We won't ride and hide
Carry On my sons forever
Carry On when I am gone
Carry On for when the day is long
Forever Carry On
For as long as we together
Then forever Carry On
Now we're all together
Let's sing a fighting song
One hundred thousand riders
We can't all be wrong
Comin' at us no stopping
Always Carry On
Carry On my sons forever
Carry On when I am gone
Carry On for when the day is long
Forever Carry On
For as long as we together
Then forever Carry On
Tutti mi dicevano vedrai
è successo a tutti però poi
ti alzi un giorno e non ci pensi più
la scorderai, ti scorderai di lei.
Solo che non va proprio così
ore spese a guardare gli ultimi
attimi in cui tu eri qui con me
dove ho sbagliato e perché
ma poi mi son risposto che non ho
nessun rimpianto nessun rimorso
soltanto certe volte capita che appena
prima di dormire mi sembra di sentire
il tuo ricordo che mi bussa
e mi fa male un po'
Come dicon tutti il tempo è
l'unica cura possibile
solo l'orgoglio ci mette un po'
un po' di più per ritirarsi su
però mi ha aiutato a chiedermi
s'era giusto essere trattato così
da una persona che diceva di
amarmi e proteggermi
prima di abbandonarmi qui non ho
nessun rimpianto nessun rimorso
soltanto certe volte capita che appena
prima di dormire mi sembra di sentire
il tuo ricordo che mi bussa
ma io non aprirò.
Scorre piano piano la Statale 526
passa posti che io mai e poi mai
avrei pensato fossero così
ancora come quando qui
il cinquantino mi portava via dai guai
Invece di svoltare a scuola
andava giù alla ferrovia
due minuti di paura poi pronti via (poi pronti via)
La mia moto scorre piano sulla 526
attraversa dei profumi che poi
un metro dopo non li senti più
io respiro e mando giù
prima di perderli che non si sa mai
Da lontano un'altra moto
sta venendo verso me
alza il braccio e fa un saluto
che bello è (che bello è) ti fa sentire che
Basta un giorno così
a cancellare centoventi giorni stronzi e
basta un giorno così
a cacciare via tutti gli sbattimenti che
ogni giorno sembran sempre di più
ogni giorno fan paura di più
ogni giorno però non adesso adesso adesso
che c’è un giorno così
La mia moto scorre piano piano fino in città
il sole tra non molto tramonterà
mi fermo al rosso del semaforo
che mi dà tempo ancora un po’
prima che la mia moto torni al suo garage
il bambino su quell’auto
guarda indietro e vede me
alza il braccio fa un saluto
che bello è (che bello è) mi fa sentire che
Basta un giorno così
a cancellare centoventi giorni stronzi e
basta un giorno così
a cacciare via tutti gli sbattimenti che
ogni giorno sembran sempre di più
ogni giorno fan paura di più
ogni giorno però non adesso adesso adesso
che c’è un giorno così
Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
The Golden Goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Some blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death.
The killer's breed or the demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb.
The blind men shout let the creatures out
We'll show the unbelievers
The napalm screams of human flames
Of a prime time Belsen feast...YEAH!
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy,
We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies.
The killer's breed or the demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb.
The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you.
As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song,
To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.
The killer's breed or the demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb.
Mama told me when I was young
Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say.
And if you do this
It will help you some sunny day.
Take your time... Don't live too fast,
Troubles will come and they will pass.
Go find a woman and you'll find love,
And don't forget son,
There is someone up above.
(Chorus)
And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?
Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
All that you need is in your soul,
And you can do this if you try.
All that I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.
(Chorus)
Boy, don't you worry... you'll find yourself.
Follow you heart and nothing else.
And you can do this if you try.
All I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.
I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand
My image is of agony, my servants rape the land
Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain
Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name
Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law
My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore.
I twist the truth, I rule the world, my crown is called deceit
I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet
I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain
And still you play the sycophant and revel in you pain
And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate
I am the politician, and I decide your fate
I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight
I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might
I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave
I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave
Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown
For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down.
I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off
I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on
I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on
The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top
I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds
For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky
I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me
I wish I was as fortunate, as fortunate as me
I wish I was a messenger and all the news was good
I wish I was the full moon shining off a Camaro's hood
I wish I was an alien at home behind the sun
I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on
I wish I was the pedal brake that you depended on
I wish I was the verb 'to trust' and never let you down
I wish I was a radio song, the one that you turned up
I wish...
I wish...
Woo..
I'm ahead, I'm a man
I'm the first mammal to wear pants, yeah
I'm at peace with my lust
I can kill 'cause in God I trust, yeah
It's evolution, baby
I'm at piece, I'm the man
Buying stocks on the day of the crash
On the loose, I'm a truck
All the rolling hills, I'll flatten 'em out, yeah
It's herd behavior, uh huh
It's evolution, baby
Admire me, admire my home
Admire my son, he's my clone
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This land is mine, this land is free
I'll do what I want but irresponsibly
It's evolution, baby
I'm a thief, I'm a liar
There's my church, I sing in the choir:
{hallelujah;hallelujah;}
Admire me, admire my home
Admire my song, admire my clothes
'Cause we know, appetite for a nightly feast
Those ignorant Indians got nothin' on me
Nothin', why?
Because, it's evolution, baby!
I am ahead, I am advanced
I am the first mammal to make plans, yeah
I crawled the earth, but now I'm higher
Twenty-ten, watch it go to fire
It's evolution, baby [2 volte]
Do the evolution
Come on, come on, come on
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