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never mind the bollocks, smells like sex pistols
φλεημιν τελεπαθς!
Well Ive opened up my veins too many times
And the poisons in my heart and in my mind
Poisons in my bloodstream
Poisons in my pride
Im after rebellion
Ill settle for lies
Is it any wonder that my minds on fire
Imprisoned by the thoughts of what to do
Is it any wonder that my jokes an iron
And the jokes on you
Experiments that failed too many times
Transformations that were too hard to find
Poisons in my bloodstream
Poisons in my pride
Im after rebellion
Ill settle for lies
Yes I know the secrets of the iron and mind
Theyre trinity acts, a mineral fire
Yes I know the secrets of the circuitry mind
Its a flaming wonder telepath
Well Ive opened up my veins too many times
And the poisons in my heart and in my mind
Poisons in my bloodstream
Poisons in my pride
Im after rebellion
Ill settle for lies
Is it any wonder that my minds on fire
Imprisoned by the thoughts of what to do
Is it any wonder that my jokes an iron
And the jokes on you
When I was young
It seemed that life was so wonderful
A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical
And all the birds in the trees
Well they'd be singing so happily
Oh joyfully, oh playfully watching me
But then they sent me away
To teach me how to be sensible
Logical, oh responsible, practical
And then they showed me a world
Where I could be so dependable
Oh clinical, oh intellectual, cynical
There are times when all the world's asleep
The questions run too deep
For such a simple man
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
Please tell me who I am
I say: Now watch what you say
Or they'll be calling you a radical
A liberal, oh fanatical, criminal
Oh won't you sign up your name
We'd like to feel you're acceptable,
respectable, oh presentable, a vegetable
whoa (tick tick tick yeah)
But at night when all the world's asleep
The questions run so deep
For such a simple man
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am, who I am, who I am, who I am
summer makes no good.
Ο χρόνος είναι ο χειρότερος γιατρός
Σε καίει, σε σκορπάει και σε παγώνει
Μα εσύ σε λίγο δεν θα βρίσκεσαι εδώ
Κάποιοι άλλοι θα παλεύουν με τη σκόνη
Θέλεις ξανά ν' αποτελειώσεις μοναχός
Ενα ταξίδι που ποτέ δεν τελειώνει
Κάτω απ' τα ρούχα σου ξυπνάει ο πιο παλιός θεός
Μες τις βαλίτσες σου στριμώχνονται όλοι οι δρόμοι
Ποιοι χάρτες σου ζεστάνανε ξανά το μυαλό
Ποιες θάλασσες στεγνώνουν στο μικρό σου κεφάλι
Ποιος άνεμος σε παίρνει πιο μακριά από δω
Πες μου ποιο φόβο αγάπησες πάλι
Σε ποιο όνειρο σε ξύπνησαν βρεμένο, λειψό
Ποιοι δαίμονες ποτίζουν την καινούρια σου ζάλη
Ποιος έρωτας σε σπρώχνει ποιο μακριά από δω
Πες μου ποιο φόβο αγάπησες πάλι
Το όνειρο που σ' έφερε μια μέρα ως εδώ
Σήμερα καίγεται, σκουριάζει και σε διώχνει
Μια σε κρατάει στη γη, μια σε ξερνάει στον ουρανό
Το ίδιο όνειρο σε τρώει και σε γλυτώνει
Θέλεις ξανά ν' αποτελειώσεις μοναχός
Ενα ταξίδι που ποτέ δεν τελειώνει
Κάτω απ' τα ρούχα σου ξυπνάει ο πιο παλιός θεός
Μες τις βαλίτσες σου στριμώχνονται όλοι οι δρόμοι
Ποια νήματα σ' ενώνουν με μια άλλη θηλιά
Ποια κύματα σε διώχνουν απ' αυτό το λιμάνι
Ποια μοίρα σε φωνάζει από την άλλη μεριά
Πες μου ποιο φόβο αγάπησες πάλι
Ποια σύννεφα σκεπάσαν τη στεγνή σου καρδιά
Ποια αστέρια τραγουδάνε τη καινούρια σου ζάλη
Ποιο ψέμα σε κρατάει στην αλήθεια κοντά
Πες μου ποιο φόβο αγάπησες πάλι
Ποιες λέξεις μέσα σου σαπίζουν και δεν θέλουν να βγουν
Ποια ελπίδα σ' οδηγεί στην πιο γλυκιά αυταπάτη
Ποια θλίψη σε κλωτσάει ποιο μακριά από παντού
Πες μου ποιος φόβος σε νίκησε πάλι
We leave the party at two or three
You hitch a lift in my Cabriolet
And though it's misty I'm just too tired or too lazy to close the soft top
And I don't stop you when you curl your body, cold in your little black mini
And hold against me
All night I've been flirting with everyone except you
How you explain my failure to find you as attractive as everyone else seems to I just don t know
But there's wind in our hair and drink in our systems
Breaking the ordinary inhibitions
And on the cassette some Louisiana Creole music
And you decide you want a cigarette
And though it only takes a second to demonstrate the gadget in the dash
I miss the black and white chevrons of the steep bend warning
And there's the sound of something smashing
Then nothing beneath the tyres of the Cabriolet...
In the sudden shock of silence, with the morning star above you
Lying bizarre in the wreck of my car . . .
Maybe I'm drunk or hallucinating
Maybe this isn't happening
Maybe you aren't lying there with tears in your little party dress
At the waist and the breast
Because in real life I was never this aroused by you
I was never this impressed
Your face unharmed, unstained but drained pale
Is suddenly more strange and beautiful than anything I've ever seen or ever will
Bathed in the light of the morning star I see someone
I never took the trouble to know, someone
I only now begin to feel I could love or make love to
I'm moved and aroused to see you in this strange new way
In the starlight filtering through the myriad fragments
Of the freshly shattered windscreen of the Cabriolet
In the sudden shock of silence, with the morning star above you
Lying bizarre in the wreck of my car
...I love you
Tell all my friends
I have gone to the moon
Tell all my friends
I will write them soon
And tell them
If you see them
That I am better left alone
'Cause I'm living up here where the air is thin
And where gravity don't bring you down
Yeah I'm living up here and I'm watching your universe cooling down
I spend my days beneath a perspex dome
I think that I have finally come home
So tell them
If you see them
That I am better left alone
'Cause I'm living up here where the air is thin
And where gravity don't bring you down
Yeah I'm living up here and I'm watching your universe cooling down
Yeah I'm living up here where the air is thin
And where gravity don't bring you down
I'm living up here and I'm watching your universe cooling down
Death will be unlike...
the night-times when we lie awake thinking of death
the Spanish maracas that rattle inside the last breathe
the Mexican festivals, skeletons wearing top hats
the Brownstone apartments that dynamite or dereliction collapse
the Mandolin the hangman relaxes by playing
the Hound of the Baskervilles, chilling the moors with its baying
the Curse of the mummy that turns the explorers to stone
the British museum, its bodies from peat bogs and bones
the great roller coaster, a plunge from a boast to a scream
mahogany coffins great pianists play in their wildest strangest dreams
a garden in autumn where poets can sit and compose
the granite memorials where memories wither in rows
the charge of the Light Brigade Alfred Lord Tennyson rhymed
the thin piece of paper that Reagan and Gorbachov sign
the hospital bedside with Novocain needles and cards
the great day of judgement when god the headmaster presents the awards
the marriage that bickers till death us do part
the dreams of the young man who sang 'Love will tear us apart'
TV documentaries showing us life from outside
the Buddhist nirvana the moth seems to seek in the light
the Cities of crystal they build on in a few grains of smack
the long picture window the coffin look through to a widow in black
a room full of spiders all clinging together and crying
the wedding guest's story, the ship drifting lost and the dead sailors sighing
the din in the steeple when cholera poisons the village
the Illumination that Tolstoy provided for poor Ivan Illych
the Wrinkling sea children glimpse through the chinks in the boardwalk
the magical land of 'The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe'
the treacherous virus that murders the lovers with AIDS
the phantoms of freedom that lead the crowd over the barricades
the night thoughts of 'Late Call' when ministers stop being cosy
'The Pit and the Pendulum' co-starring Bela Lugosi
the bulge of the mouse inside the boa constrictor
that drunkard the phoenix, so tight on the moonshine of golden elixirs
the bankrupt, handing over the keys to his house
the last day of summer, when insects grow stupid and swallows fly south
the skull of a merchant that slants through the portrait by Holbein
that strange proposition on silence, the Tractatus of Wittgenstein
the hands of the clock, coming together at midnight
the grim amputations of medical students larking on rag night
the hijacker's voice in the heads of air traffic controllers
the sea as it thunders on Liv Ullman vanishing under the rollers under the rollers
the abbey the pilgrims all saw when they prayed
the unholy land at the end of the Children's Crusade
the hell in Huis Clos Mr Sartre informs is just other people
the travelling salesman who woke up one morning transformed to a beetle
2001, the room at the end of the ride
the wrath that Charles Bronson let loose on the Lower East Side
the House of the Shades the dog Cerberus guarded for Hades his master
that lesson on Infallibility, the Chernobyl disaster
the empty career of the temp's vacillations gone permanent
the unlucky omens the clairvoyant reads in the meaningless firmament
In the meaningless firmament
What will death be like?
Death will be like -
:pink:
Feel the sweat break on my brow
Is it me or is it shadows that are
Dancing on the walls.
Is this dream or is it now
Is this a vision or normality I see
Before my eyes.
I wonder why I wonder how
That it seems the powers getting stronger
Every day
I feel a strength an inner fire
But I'm scared I won't be able to control it anymore
There's a time to live and a time to die
When it's time to meet the maker
There's time to live but isn't it strange
That as soon as you're born you're dying.
Just by looking through your eyes
He could see the future penetrating right
In through your mind
See the truth and see your lies
But for all his power couldn't foresee his own demise
There's time to live and time to die
When it's time to meet the maker
There's time to live but isn't it strange
That as soon as you're born you're dying
ε δεν μπορω να κρατηθω.:pink:Quote:
Originally Posted by Kalki
Stood still on a highway
I saw a woman
By the side of the road
With a face that I knew like my own
Reflected in my window
Well she walked up to my quarterlight
And she bent down real slow
A fearful pressure paralysed me
In my shadow
She said "Son, what are you doing here?
My fear for you has turned me in my grave"
I said "Mama, I come to the valley of the rich
Myself to sell"
She said "Son, this is the road to Hell"
On your journey 'cross the wilderness
From the desert to the well
You have strayed upon the motorway to Hell
Well I'm standing by a river
But the water doesn't flow
It boils with every poison you can think of
And I'm underneath the streetlights
But the light of joy I know
Scared beyond belief way down in the shadows
And the perverted fear of violence
Chokes a smile on every face
And common sense is ringing out the bells
This ain't no technological breakdown
Oh no, this is the road to Hell
And all the roads jam up with credit
And there's nothing you can do
It's all just bits of paper
Flying away from you
Look out world take a good look
What comes down here
You must learn this lesson fast
And learn it well
This ain't no upwardly mobile freeway
Oh no, this is the road to Hell
Πολλές φορές σου μίλησα
Με χώματα στο στόμα
Στο είπα όσα έμαθα
Τα έμαθα με το σώμα
Μισός ψυχή μισός κορμί
Κι η πείνα μου θηρίο
Μισή ζωή σπατάλησα
Να ζήσουν και τα δύο
Όσα κομμάτια κι αν μπορέσεις να ενώσεις
Δε θα σου φτάσουν μια στιγμή για να με νιώσεις
Στα είπα όλα
Φίλα με τώρα
Με αγαπούσε το νερό
Μα ο ουρανός με ζόυσε
Κι όταν μετρούσα τι μπορώ
Η γη δε με χωρούσε
Κυνήγησα τις ομορφιές
Μα μ' έκλεψε η λύπη
Οι αλήθειες μου: εσύ όταν κλαίς
Και της καρδιάς μου οι χτύποι
σφαγηQuote:
Originally Posted by Hunted_By_A_Freak
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