[SPOILER][FONT=“Georgia”]Come wander quietly and listen to the wind
Come here and listen to the sky
Come walking high above the rolling of the sea
And watch the swallows as they fly
There is no sorrow like the murmur of their wings
There is no choir like their song
There is no power like the freedom of their flight
While the swallows roam alone
Do you hear the calling of a hundred thousand voice
Hear the trembling in the stone
Do you hear the angry bells ringing in the night
Do you hear the swallows when they’ve flown?
And will the breezes blow the petals from your hand
And will some loving ease your pain
And will the silence strike confusion from your soul
And will the swallows come again?[/FONT][/SPOILER]
[I]…and I can remember not too long ago seeing a young guy…
with his right arm gone…
…just got back…
And I tried to put myself in his position…
Maybe he cried,maybe he said…[/I]
I can’t write left-handed.
Would you please write a letter-write a letter to my mother?
Tell her to tell-tell her to tell the family lawyer.
Trying to get a deferment for my younger brother.
Tell the Rev. Harris to pray for me. Lord, lord, lord.
I aint gonna live-I don’t believe I’m going to live to get much older.
Strange little man over here in Vietnam I aint never seen, bless
his heart, aint never done nothing to, he done shot me in my shoulder.
Boot camp we had classes.
You know we talked about fighting-fighting everyday.
And looking through rosy colored glasses, I must admit it seemed exciting anyway.
Oh, but someone that day overlooked to tell me bullets look better,
I must say - brother - when they’re coming at you than going out the other way
And please call up the Rev. Harris. Tell him to ask the Lord to do some good things for me.
Tell him I aint gonna live-I aint gonna live to get much older.
Whoa, Lord. Strange little man over here in Vietnam I aint never seen - bless his heart-
I aint never done nothing to, he done shot me in my shoulder.
Not strong enough- Apocalyptica
Snuff- Slipknot
Back to you- Brett Anderson
Lost in paradise- Evanescence
All that I’m living for- Evanescence
Like you- Evanescence
Hello- Evanescence
Heart shaped box- Nirvana
Mad world- Gary Jules
In between- Linkin Park
Και πολλα ακομη… Και γενικα, πολυ Evanescence!
Μελαγχολησα τωρα…πφφφ
^ Παντού το έχεις βάλει αυτό πια. Αλλά ναι, άπειρα ρισπέκτ, πανέμορφο πράγμα. Και μπαντάρα, σαφώς.
Κλάσικ, αλλά πιάνει πάντα.
[U][I][B]Rory Gallagher-I Fall Apart[/B][/I][/U]
[I]Like a cat that’s playing with a ball of twine
That you call my heart
Oh, but baby is it so hard
To tell the two apart?
And so slowly you unwind me
’Til I fall apart
I’m only living for the hour
That I see your face
When that happens
I don’t wanna be no other place
’Til the end of time
You’ll be on my mind
I don’t mind waiting for your love
For of time I’ve got plenty of
Rain or shine please bring out your love
Make it shine like the stars above
I’m only living for the moment
When I hear your voice
Oh, I’m waiting
I don’t have any choice
And the day is long
So won’t you come where you should be
Like a cat that’s playing with a ball of twine
That you call my heart
Oh baby, is it so hard
To tell the two apart?
And so slowly you unwind it
’Til I fall apart
[/I]
My life is changing
in so many ways
I don’t know who
to trust anymore
There’s a shadow running
thru my days
Like a beggar going
from door to door.
I was thinking that
maybe I’d get a maid
Find a place nearby
for her to stay.
Just someone
to keep my house clean,
Fix my meals and go away.
A maid. A man needs a maid.
A maid.
It’s hard to make that change
When life and love
turns strange.
And old.
To give a love,
you gotta live a love.
To live a love,
you gotta be "part of"
When will I see you again?
A while ago somewhere
I don’t know when
I was watching
a movie with a friend.
I fell in love with the actress.
She was playing a part
that I could understand.
πραγματικα δεν πρεπει να μην υπαρχει τραγουδι GYBE που να μη σε κανει λιωμα…ισως η μοναδικη μπαντα που δισταζω να βαλω επομενο τραγουδι γιατι δεν ξερω πως προκειται να επιδρασει στην ψυχολογια μου.Θεοι
παιρναω το δευτερο μου ερωτα με τους GYBE και εχω γαμηθει να ακουω τα αλπουμ τους.Πραγματικα τεραστια μπαντα.
Αυτο που λες οτι δισταζεις να βαλεις τραγουδια τους,το τραγουδι αυτο ενα καιρο δε το εβαζα γιατι μου γαμαγε τη ψυχολογια χωρις να υπαρχει κανενας απολυτος λογος.
Γενικα, δε μου φαινεται, συνηθως, ενα τοσο χρησιμο θρεντ.
Ολα τα κομματια, αναλογα, με τη διαθεση σου ή τα γεγονοτα, μπορουν να σε κανουν λιωμα …με τους στιχους τους, την ατμοσφαιρα τους και τα συναισθηματα τους.
Οταν ακους ενα δισκο με αυτο το τελειωμα, υπαρχει ενας λογος να υπαρχει αυτο το θρεντ.
H ανατριχιλα ειναι μονιμα η ιδια και η ανακουφιση που σου προκαλει αυτο το 11λεπτο, αφου εχεις επιβιωσει απο την κολαση του υπολοιπου δισκου, ειναι μοναδικη.
S[I]unday morning I rise
And I stand to face a new dawn
Sunday morning a new day is born
Such a long way to go
And so little time to get there
Such a long way to go
But I want you to remember
All the love we used to know
Think of me sometimes
My love.
Morning morning, sad day
Morning morning, sad day
In the evening I sit
And my thoughts they turn to you
In the evening I think of my home
And I need you to remember
All the love we used to know
Think of me sometimes
My love
Morning morning, sad day
Tell her to find me an acre of land
([B]On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves[/B])
Parsely, sage, rosemary, & thyme
([B]Washed is the ground with so many tears[/B])
Between the salt water and the sea strand
([B]A soldier cleans and polishes a gun[/B])
Then she’ll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
([B]War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions[/B])
Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme
([B]Generals order their soldiers to kill[/B])
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather
([B]And to fight for a cause they’ve long ago forgotten[/B])
Then she’ll be a true love of mine
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Αλλά ναι, άπειρα ρισπέκτ, πανέμορφο πράγμα. Και μπαντάρα, σαφώς.