Hate songs

ισως οι κορυφαιοι:

[B]Trapped In A Corner-Death[/B]
I want to watch you drown in your lies.
The end of your masquerade, a matter of time
Interwining lies, domination, control
Feed his twisted nature
It is sickening to see dreams die
A word of advice, fate’s patience is growning short.
Fake down to your mind and appearance
You will fall short of the dreams to destroy
[B]In time you will find yourself trapped in a corner
These four words my friend, I promise you will not forget[/B]

I am one of many that see through your lies
Hiding will do you no good, many seek revenge.
Soon to become a victim of what you live to create, and cannot have.
It is sickening to see dreams die
A word of advice, fate’s patience is growning short.
Fake down to your mind and appearance
You will fall short of the dreams to destroy

ντροπη να μην εχουν ποσταριστει:

This is a song
Which is use to describe what i feel
About people like you
No sense for humanity, no idea about life
This premise has been proved
You used my trust to satisfy your brainless lust
Your word isn’t worth more than puke in the dust

[B]Betrayer[/B]
[B]Betrayer[/B]

Misleader, you twisted things to satisfy
Deceiver, this greedy lust you can’t deny
How could i be so naive to believe all the lies
You so easily told
I think i’ve learned my lesson too late
The story took time to unfold
Now i see your true face
Behind your mask, a cheat, a fake
Your word isn’t worth more than puke in the dust

Betrayer
Betrayer

Ignorant twisted mind, maybe it would help
To think before you speak from time to time
Pretend to be a friend of mine
But you would sell your mother if you could
For less than a dime

Intelligence lost, brain deceased,
So you will loose, fall to your knees,
Guys like you i cannot stand
Maybe i must speak another language before you understand

Betrayer
Betrayer

[B]Epidemic Of Hate[/B]-Dying Fetus
Don’t fucking turn away, 'cause I think we’ve got a problem here.
You gotta stay off my back, I can’t take another day in this prison.
Locked inside of here, imprisoned in flesh for mental light-years.
Pushing all my buttons now, you’re just another cold, worthless victim.
There’s no time, don’t hold me down. You crossed the line, now you’re fucked.
Life’s a heavy price to pay, but when you’re dead, there’s no complaining.

I think of how you deceived, and I get my blood on fire.
The last one to believe, I never thought of execution.

But there’s nothing left for me me, and I think you’re,
you’re asking for a beat-down. Take the fucker’s life!
He had to pay the price, the greed went to his head.
I’ve lost my faith in man, there’s no regrets with me.

At last my mind can be… free of the pressure, the lies, and deception.
It’s the shit that they feed me everyday,
just looking back on the days of my life.
I can find another reason, to make you fucking burn at the stake.

I can’t wait another day, 'cause the tide’s turning back on you bullshit
You are wasting my time and respect with your lies.
Destroyer of faith, cashed out, falling down.
Years of deception in chains of oppression.

The knots of the system tied tight around me.
The growing confusion and absence of reason,
Is fuel on the fire that burns my anger,
driving me forward in psychotic compulsion.

Hate is erupting, I can’t control it.
Social dimensions collapsing, corroded.
The net is wide open, we all are left for dead.

και λιγο νεβερμορ για ενα πιο αγαπησιαρισκο τελος!

[SPOILER][B]Without Morals[/B]
Thread the path of sin and sorrow
Swimming to the wreck
If you slowly pull the news you choose
To wake us if you’re dead

So until you until you cannot feel
The pressure never dies

Without morals we wither
We might as well be gone
I believe in the other world
We cannot right our wrongs

If you lie to me, you slander me
This is why I hate you
Your petulant seed is a dying breed
This why I hate you

Scream … into the grave

Unrelenting and unrepentant
Suffer guilt in chains
So until you cannot you die
The lines refuse to bend

Without morals we wither
We might as well be gone
I believe in the other world
We cannot right our wrongs

If you lie to me, slander me
This is why I hate you
Your petulant seed is a dying breed
This why I hate you
You lie to me, you slander me
This is why I hate you
You lie to me, you slander me
This is why I hate

Roll the dice
The plot device
Is the fallacy in disguise

So until you until you cannot feel
The pressure never dies

Lie to me, slander me
This is why I hate you
Your petulant seed is a dying breed
This why I hate you
You lie to me, you slander me
This is why I hate you
You lie to me, you slander me
This is why I hate[/SPOILER]

Έχετε ήδη πεί πολλά γαμάτα κομμάτια. Ας πω και γω μερικά:

[B]Merciless - Pure Hate[/B]

I want to climb the mountain of dreams
but I´m just lying here on the ground
I can´t move and I can´t see
and can´t here a fucking sound
come to me you said
there´s something beyond reality
a journey into darkness
to fight against humanity

Mirror, what do you see
glory, fortune or insanity?
death, means just rebirth
to the fiery kingdom under the earth
I was never like them
I could never obey their insane lord
please let me enter
mark me with the holy sword

Pure hate

Going into nowhere
you´re asking me to follow
I really don´t know
where I´ll be tomorrow

και ένα ακόμα από Machine Head
[B]Bay Of Pigs[/B]

[B]Nevermore - The politics of estasy[/B]

[I]I hate you, the pigs who turn the screws
I hate everything you stand for
I hate the world we’ve bred, political pigs we’ve fed
Our fathers left us nothing but a dead world[/I]

μιλάμε για μίσος και λέτε τραγούδια για γκόμενες???

I taste your blood as it showers from my blade.
I eat your heart, from evil it was made.
With heart filled hatred black blood runs through my veins.
I take your powers to the ancient ones who reign.

I conquer evil, let evil know my name.
Come forth ye wicked, know the gruesome pain.
I am the omen, the one that cannot die
I am the flame, hatred burns inside.

My strength is hatred, torment and pain, HATRED, HATRED.
With heart filled hatred black blood runs through my veins.

I crush your bones, I kill your face
I rip your flesh, I end the chase
You meet with terror, you draw the ace
I rule the world the rats that race.

My strength is hatred, torment and pain, HATRED, HATRED
With heart filled hatred black blood runs through my veins.

όταν άλλοι νιαουρίζουν παραπονεμένα ο eric παίρνει sculp και ρουφάει ψυχές και αίμα :stuck_out_tongue:

σωστός!!!

Σκιάχτηκα :!:

αν τον φαντάζεσαι κιόλας να το τραγουδέι λαδωμένος και ντυμένος στα δέρματα του πολέμου, λογικό είναι!

\Μ/ \Μ/

[B]Sepultura[/B]-[I]Propaganda[/I]

Tool - Hooker With A Penis

I, met a boy, wearing Vans, 501s, and a
Dope beastie-tee, nipple rings,
New tattoos that claim that he
Was OGT,
back in '92,
from the first EP.

And in between
Sips of Coke
He told me that
He thought
We were sellin’ out,
Layin’ down,
Suckin’ up
To the man.

Well now I’ve got some
Advice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger
You should know that
I’m the man,

And if I’m the man,

Then you’re the man, and
He’s the man as well so you can
Point that fuckin’ finger up your ass.

All you know about me is what I’ve sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever even heard my name.

I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And then you bought one.

I’ve got some
Advice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger
You should know that
I’m the man,

If I’m the fuckin’ man
Then you’re the fuckin’ man as well
So you can
Point that fuckin’ finger up your ass.

All you know about me is what I’ve sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.

I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.

All you read and
Wear or see and
Hear on TV
Is a product
Begging for your
Fairly dirty
Dollar

Shut up and

Buy, buy, buy, my new record
Buy, buy, buy, send more money
Fuck you, buddy.
Fuck you, buddy.
Fuck you, buddy.
Fuck you, buddy.

Entombed - Out Of Hand

Fools gather round to watch me bleed
but there are things you’ll never see
to protect and serve one nation under god
a nation in which no-one’s free

Their flesh begins to rot
what’s left of what they’ve got
a boring life is getting old
mischief won’t turn to gold

By going back to burning books
ripping apart things that doesn’t fit
one times one equals nine
Your make-believe reality is full of shit

Jesus christ
lord of flies
in disguise
fuck!

It’s fucked to hear one idiot’s words
but worse to see others believe it
fucked up minds in fucked up times
it’s up to you to foresee it

Jesus christ
lord of flies
in disguise
it’s all built upon lies
out of hand
is this a fucking joke
out of mind
and it makes me fucking choke
fuck!

Pantera - Hollow

What’s left inside him?
Don’t he remember us?
Can’t he believe me?
We seemed like brothers
Talked for hours last month
About what we wanna be
I sit now with his hand in mine
But I know he can’t feel…

No one knows
What’s done is done
It’s as if he were dead

I’m close with his mother
And she cries endlessly
Lord how we miss him
At least what’s remembered
It’s so important to make best friends in life
But it’s hard when my friend sits with blank expression

No one knows
What’s done is done
It’s as if he were dead

He as hollow as I alone now x4

He as hollow as I alone
A shell of my friend
Just flesh and bone
There’s no soul
He sees no love
I shake my fists at skies above
Mad at God…Mad…

He as hollow as I converse
I wish he’d waken from this curse
Hear my words before it’s through
I want to come in after you
My best friend x2
Come back!

He as hollow as I alone…
He as Hollow as I alone now…

Stein Um Stein-Rammstein

και το
Stockholm Syndrome-Muse

O τίτλος όμως είναι hate songs, όχι “songs with the words ‘hate’/‘anger’ in their lyrics”.

Γιατί κάπου τον χάσαμε τον δρόμο νομίζω…

To Necrobabes.com απο The Ocean κολλάει??

[SPOILER]6. Necrobabes.com

You’re my fetish
My favorite toy
Pierced with needles
I’m sure you’ll enjoy
Gagged and hogtied
Spanked and caned
I’ll always savour your grace in chains
I will flock you to death
Can you feel the thrill?
I will make you eat shit and control your will
I’m the master of the needle in your clit
There’s no easy way out
If you faint I’ll get you back
Mouse-traps hanging on your nipples
Saliva sliding down your chin
Thumbtacks under your tortured knees
Pain won’t end, you’ll never win
I will flock you to death
Can you feel the thrill?
I will make you eat shit and control your will
Since I cannot own you I just want to kill you
I will hang you naked 'n watch your face go blue

[/SPOILER]

Κολλάει…

everything abour you - ugly kid joe

Πως το εννοεις?

Τι πώς το εννοώ, ότι θεματολογικά δεν έχουν σχέση με μίσος.

Ναι ρε κουκλε αλλα το μισος ειναι παραξενο συναισθημα.
δεν ειναι μονο το οτι σε μισω οποτε FUCK YOU !
ειναι και μισω αυτα που λες οποτε σε γραφω μου την δινουν αυτα που κανεις και παει λεγοντας.

Δηλαδη οταν ειμαι τσιτωμενος γουσταρω να ακουσω το I’m Broken απο Pantera αλλα δεν ειναι Hate Song… (τουλαχιστον ετσι το καταλαβαινω εγω)

Γιατί, είπα ότι είναι hate song το [I]“I’m Broken”[/I]?

Μίσος προς κάποιον είναι ένα αρνητικό συναίσθημα ενάντια στην ύπαρξη αυτού του κάποιου.
Όταν μισείς κάποιον θες να τον δεις να υποφέρει και εν τέλει να καταστρέφεται κατά κάποιον τρόπο.

Το μίσος δεν είναι προς αυτά που λέει ή κάνει κάποιος, αυτά είναι η αιτία για να τον μισείς.

Το [I]“Hollow”[/I] πχ που έβαλες, δεν έχει σχέση, ο Ανσέλμο εκεί εκφράζει την απόγνωση για τον φίλο του που είναι σε κώμα. Το [I]“Stockholm Sydrome”[/I] έχει αφετηρία το ομώνυμο ψυχολογικό σύνδρομο ώστε να περιγράψει μια αρρωστημένη σχέση, πιθανότατα ερωτική.

Να ένα pure hate song:

BODY COUNT - Momma’s Gotta Die Tonight

[spoiler]No, no, no, Mommaaaaa…

All my life I loved this girl so much,
all my life I loved her simple touch.
She cared for me and put me on this earth,
oh the pain of just a simple birth.
But now I find that she has left me dumb and blind,
poisoned, twisted, and destroyed my mind.
She taught me things that simply were not true
she taught me hate for race
that’s why I hate you!
There’s only one way I can make it right,
momma’s gotta die tonight.
There’s only one way I can make it right,
momma’s gotta die tonight.

Momma, momma, I always loved my momma,
I always loved my momma.
I loved the say she hold me,
I love the way she talked to me.
She used to teach me a lot of things,
she taught me good things, she taught me bad things.
'Don’t trust white people, don’t trust white people.
Don’t trust white people, they’re no good, they’re no good,
they’re no good, they’re no good.
They’re just gonna rip you off, they’re just gonna rip you off.
Don’t trust 'em, don’t trust 'em.'
I said, ‘Why momma?’, she said, 'I told you don’t
trust 'em they’re no good.'
I said, ‘Momma, I thought we were all the same momma,
why momma?’ She said, ‘Don’t ask me any questions.
Don’t you challenge your mutha.’ Momma.

So one day I found I fell in love
and I brought my girlfriend home
and I introduced her to my mutha and
she smacked me, was a white girl and
I said, ‘Why momma? Why momma? What did I do wrong?‘
You know, I found out my mutha was a evil woman.
She hated Puerto Ricans, Mexicans, Jamaicans,
Indians, Orientals, momma was no good.
I learned to hate my mutha, hate my mutha.
So I got some, ha ha, some lighter fluid, from the corner store
and I put it around her bed, and I set her on fire!
Ha, ha, ha.
Burn momma, burn momma, burn momma, burn bitch
burn, burn, burrrrrn. Ha, ha, ha. Burn you racist bitch!
Ha, ha, ha.
But she wasn’t quite dead. She jumped up from the bed
and I grabbed my Louisville Slugger that she had bought
me for my twelfth birthday and I came up behind her and
I hit her, I hit her, I hit her twice. Ha, ha, ha.
Now she was out.
I went into the kitchen
and I got that handy carving knife
that we only use on special occasions like
bullshit Thanksgiving, and I took her and I laid her ol’
fucked up corpse on the floor and I cut her in
little bitty pieces. Cut off her arms, her feet,
her neck, and I put her into little green hefty bags
and I put it into my car and I said, ‘Momma, we’re goin’ on
a vacation, a permanent vacation bitch.‘
I took some of her around the world to Arizona, New York,
Chicago, Atlanta, Miami, Oakland. Ha, ha, ha, yo, you
wanna go to Connecticut, bitch. Ohio, Detroit, Texas, L.A.
Whose laughin’ now momma, whose laughin’ now bitch,
whose laughin’ now.
Ha, ha, ha, ha.

So if you got a mutha or a grandmutha or a father
who wants to carry on the same racist bullshit that’s
fucked this world up from day one,
you can either look 'em in the face and tell 'em to
suck your dick or do like Body Count does.

All my life I loved this girl so much,
all my life I loved her simple touch.
She cared for me and put me on this earth
oh the pain of just a simple birth.
Right now I find that she has left me dumb and blind
poisoned, twisted, and destroyed my mind.
She taught me things that simply were not true
she taught me hate for race
that’s why I hate you!
There’s only one way I can make it right,
momma’s gotta die tonight.
There’s only one way I can make it right,
momma’s gotta die tonight.[/spoiler]

Ναι ΟΚ το κομματι απο Body Count ειναι μαλλον ο ορισμος αυτου που λες απλα για μενα δεν ειναι μονοδιαστατο.
Δεν υπερασπιζομαι την επιλογη του Hollow απλα ειναι ο θυμος (το μισος?) προς το Θειο λογω αυτου που επαθε ο φιλος του. Μπορει και να εχεις δικιο το θεμα ειναι αυτο που σου ειπα και πριν. Το I’m Broken θα το ηθελα μουσικη υποκρουση αν εσπαγα τα μουτρα καποιου απο τα νευρα μου. Καπως ετσι ειναι παιζει το θεμα…
Αλλιως ποσταρω ολο το St. Anger!!! :smiley: