Η τελειότητα σε νότες, λοιπόν.

[metamelia3]

μιας κι εφαγα φλασια και το ξανακουω:

[00i00]

ηθελα να το ποσταρω στο wall του krux αλλα εδω θα πιασει περισσοτερα φραγκα...


το σωστο...το σεβαστικο...το γνηsho prog

[regularpaul]

[Ra Pariah]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpys1...ailpage#t=208s

[VidnaObmana]

[Tyler_Durden]

[GraveMiasma]

<----eukola metal diskos dekaetias 2000-2010

[GraveMiasma]

aytos o diskos 8a mporouse na onomazetai kai "otan h an8rwpothta yperbainei ton eayto ths"

[KoiliaSamprela]

βλέποντας Sopranos έχω ξεθάψει απίστευτα πράγματα, αλλά είχα ξεχάσει αυτό το άσμα από τότε που ήμουν τρυφερος

[00i00]

Spoiler

μερικα ασματα ειναι θεοσταλτα μαλλον...

Although the lyrics are not exactly reconcilable with the historic details of the life and death of the famous Mexican revolutionary Pancho Villa, Van Zandt does not rule out the idea. In an interview, he recalled, "I realize that I wrote it, but it's hard to take credit for the writing, because it came from out of the blue. It came through me and it's a real nice song, and I think, uh, I've finally found out what it's about. I've always wondered what it's about. I kinda always knew it wasn't about Pancho Villa, and then somebody told me that Pancho Villa had a buddy whose name in Spanish meant 'Lefty.' But in the song, my song, Pancho gets hung. 'They only let him hang around out of kindness I suppose' and the real Pancho Villa was, uh, assassinated."

Spoiler

Living on the road my friend
Was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
Your breath's as hard as kerosene
You weren't your mama's only boy
But her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
And sank into your dreams

Pancho was a bandit boys
His horse was fast as polished steel
Wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel
Pancho met his match you know
On the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dying words
That's the way it goes

All the federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him hang around
Out of kindness I suppose

Lefty he can't sing the blues
All night long like he used to
The dust that Pancho bit down south
Ended up in Lefty's mouth
The day they laid poor Pancho low
Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go
There ain't nobody knows

All the federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness I suppose

The poets tell how Pancho fell
Lefty's livin' in a cheap hotel
The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold
So the story ends we're told
Pancho needs your prayers it's true,
But save a few for Lefty too
He just did what he had to do
Now he's growing old

A few gray federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him go so wrong
Out of kindness I suppose

[GraveMiasma]

poio atrixo xlwmo paparaki moutzwse miles kai mekong ? apokefalismos.

[coolhipster]

υμνος μιλαμε

[Μελαγχολικός Χοντρούλης]

I can walk the bed of nails
I'm not the only one
But some, they cannot walk the jagged line
Callous, concentrating
For nails are sharp as lies
I run the jagged line

From years and years of practice
I know just how to stand
Alone with perfect balance, hand in hand
Prepared with boards and hammers
And several bags of nails
I could build a wall to lean on
Roof above my mind
I can see you've got your own plans
Please don't drive your nails into this heart of mine

I can walk the bed of nails
Grin and bear the pain
But some, they cannot deal with all these things
Always sacrificing
For lies are sharp as nails
And all the pain it brings

Sometimes I just pretend that all the lies are true
And I know I might depend on you
But if my concentration breaks
I'm washed away with pain
And then my feet begin to bleed upon my only bed of nails
And I'm stuck here in the middle of a sea of lies
Inside my bed of nails

[VidnaObmana]

[Clockwork Orange]

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