STOP THE CHEMICAL INVASION
German beer’s among the finest
The beer is pure and chemical free
A standard set which we are proud of
A standard met by no other land
Purity laws and chemical free
No body pollution - no change!
Preservatives shall soon be common
And the beer will be bastardized
Chemical invasion
Fight for your right to drink pure beer
Chemical invasion
It’s your right the time is here
Make a stand and try to fight it
They’ll poison us with import beer
'Cause German beer - it is the purest
And there’s no room for chemical here
Purity laws and chemical free
No body pollution - no change!
No loss for us - refuse to buy it
We’ll rather keep our bodies clean

Ελα μωρε Tankard :vibrate:

Οκ, επίσης αραχνιασμένο θρεντ…κρίμα όμως που έχει λίγα posts, γιατί είναι πολύ ενδιαφέρον και χωράει πολύ πράγμα. Θα αναφέρω μπάντες που φαίνεται ότι έχουν πολύ πράγμα κρυμμένο πίσω απ’τους στίχους τους, και είναι εμφανές ότι έχει πέσει δουλεία (οκ, και ντρόγκα στανταρ) για να γραφτούν, αλλά πραγματικά, μα πραγματικά, δεν βγαίνει άκρη με τίποτα.

Επίσης κάποιες φορές όταν διαβάζω στίχους απο αυτές τις μπάντες ανατριχιάζω. Και ας μην καταλαβαίνω Χριστό

Αναφέρω,αρχικά,2 μπάντες, και άμα το thread ξαναπάρει μπρος, μπορεί να πώ και καμμια άλλη

[SIZE=“4”]Dodheimsgard
The Mars Volta
[/SIZE]

The Mars Volta

I think I’ve become like one of the others
I think I’ve become like one of the others
I think I’ve become like one of the others

There was a frail syrup dripping off
His lap danced lapel, punctuated by her
Decrepit prowl she washed down the hatching
Gizzard soft as a mane of needles
His orifice icicles hemorrhaged
By combing her torso to a pile
Perspired the trophy shelves made room for his collapse
She was a mink hand job in sarcophagus heels …

Dodheimsgard

I’m the scenery of vendetta
Mind and soul
I’m the shapeless victory
Order and suppression

All in the tower of the virgin
Triumphant in a pale gray light
In despire of how to deal with it
A sweet, turbulent intoxication

Rapidly I yearn to bare the mark
In a tragic understatement of the lions force
A tribe who’s independence is no longer
Disturbed by the ragged interception of happy thorns

As I face the whispering
I answer to the master
A biochemical trembling
Voices in my head…

…In my hand I hold the science, of which
Nothing can ever penetrate
In my hand I hold the plague
Where silence will proceed
Wild bindings, an opportunity for great men,
And with or without them in honor, just for fun
I mingle with the fountains of all that I’ve seen

Substantial is the millenium
And proud is the frog that predicated his amusement
All for benefit of reluctant ideas
Like envy is the falsehood, while the morning after
Is all that is between us
As laughter is planted in mortal void
And unwilling wisdom is abroad

Wandering alone in this shapeless halls of nothing
And watch it increase as the shining becomes stronger
This stranger is a “place” for you to rest

Ρε πούστη μου και τώρα που τα γράφω πάλι ανατριχιάζω. Τι θεϊκή ανωμαλία είναι αυτή

The Blood Brothers - Cecilia and the Silhouette Saloon

[spoiler]Murder=White Out.
Cancer=Birth Blouse.
Mirror=Perfect Glass Spouse.
Oil=Sex Paint.
Shower=Water Saint.
Death Decodes the howls from our hands.
Skull=Noise Nest.
TV=Fuck Test.
Mirror=Siamese Gun Kiss.
Sugar=Birth Bait.
Murder=Loves Fate.

Death distills the camouflage from our dance.
Death inverts the red from romance.
Death x-rays the angels of chance.
Death; the anti-mirror of infants.
Like a picture hiding beneath the digital avalanche.

When Cecilia’s grave cracked like a dirt cocoon, she pulled up a stool at the silhouette saloon.
The player piano mumbling crippled jigs. Black widows knitting victimless wigs.
When Cecilia’s throat slit like a second set of lips, she drooled braille bibles onto the brothel bed spread.
Like an egg whose yoke defies child bearing hips. Like a ghost who fears all the deceased and dead.

(Time eats the flesh and spits out the shadow like a useless wishbone.)

But that locket spinning around her neck, whose hearth heats a dead valentine, you know the phantom trail leads way
to a muted grave.

Where is his voice now? A dead tone in the flutter of drunken wings.
Where is his blushed cheek now? A face unraveled in shadow, veiled in blind laughter.
Where are those sex ripened lips? His kiss print still warm on several necks.

Where is love now?[/spoiler]

επίσης
Circle Takes The Square - Kill The Switch

[spoiler]Mouth the words to deny, deny the symptoms,
As “Oh yeah I’m doing fine”,
As I’ve found a most endearing psychosis.
Somewhere out there there’s a thrill, I swear.
Desperate as I am, I just can’t strip bare
And bleed the only purity I’ve known.

But I lay with reason,
Found logic concieved in a walk with skin.
I sleep in reason, producing these monsters,
Under painted catcalls as in temptation.
Yeah, there’s a key to be in,
But there’s no shade, no shade to blame.
Waterfalls in a cool grey,
And the struggle is colored grey this day.
The caw of crows fills up the picture plane.
This is our picture plane veiled in central neutral grey.

Absinthe to slight the pain,
This world’s this worst case color scheme.
Streaks of oil stain,
Stained the road he crawled on homeward.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, he killed the switch,
With some unwieldy gauge, absence and light remain.
I lay with reason, found logic and reap in a walk with sin.
El sueño razon produce monsinios.

When does this dream end?
Now I’ve missed another whole season,
I’ve missed the fall, clearly it’s fallen on this land
As fields once green are ochre now.
This is no dream.
Trees have turned to skeleton,
Roots teased and knotted,
Just below the surface skin of ground.
Stitched between the earth and the sky,
Struggling to hold it down.

Sometimes to realize you got to lose track of sight,
Blurring my vision makes it clear the tiny moving parts make up the whole.
The image is clear, a tower is built of my own pride,
I cry in the shade that if offers, the only shelter I’ve known.
When does this dream end? When does this dream end?
This is no dream.
This is the walking, living, breathing caricature of a memory.
Shamelessly I cave into temptation of creation,
But still my only thrill is empty sidewalks, silent streets.
The caw of crows fills up the picture plane.
This is your picture plain in central neutral grey.

Absinthe to slight the pain,
This world’s this worst case color scheme.
Streaks of oil stain,
Stained the road he crawled on homeward.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, he killed the switch,
With some unwieldy gauge, absence and light remain.
Life is lowly anonymity,
In death a noble pose, a Marat David.

Tell me who wouldn’t give their lives
For such a soap box to die behind?
Life is lowly, lowly anonymity.
In the space of a smile I found sleep.

As in sorrow, so shall ye reap,
(As in reason so shall ye sleep.)
Reap the promised end to the struggle,
Reap every point on our linear path.
Reap the smiles in time we borrow,
Every harvest relies on the last.
Reap the promising song of the sparrow,
That they learned from the birth of the sea.
Silenced by the threnody of the crows,
Reap the fallen fruit of the dogwood tree.
But I witnessed in all this silence
One soul’s definition of beauty.
A backlit smile so temporary,
A facade so rich with evil history.
Cast in direct opposition,
Set to overwhelm his moment to shine and sleep.
Came out on top of what was borrowed,
And found all that beauty to be still.

Every breath as in sorrow,
Reap the promised end to this path,
By every image that we borrow,
Every harvest depends on the past.

Subdivide in factions our linear forever,
We subdivide our waking hours to sleep.
While guilty eyes turn toward a porchlight,
Enlightenment is losing sight.
Somewhere out there there’s a thrill, I swear.
In this low light town when my shift begins
The street’s reflecting yellow, yellow, yellow,
In the vacancy that overwhelms the red, red, red,
Your vehicle the color of expansion.

“Open up.” “Open up.” “Open up.”
The latter just a thought to thrill me
“Knock knock knock” “Knock knock knock” “Knock knock knock”
The latter just a thought to thrill me.
“Red” is a four letter word.
Four letter invitation.
Now my head is locked in the direction of the sun.

In the direction of the sun.
In the direction of the sun.
Now my head is locked in the direction of the sun.
In the direction of the sun.

Life is lowly anonymity,
In death a noble prose, a Marat David.
Tell me, who wouldn’t give their lives
For such a soap box to leave behind?

I know it’s all been done before,
I want to do it again.
I know it’s all been done before.

Life is lowly anonymity,
In death a noble prose, a Marat David.
Life is lowly anonymity.

I know it’s all been done before,
I want to do it again. I want to do it again.
I know it’s all been done before,
I want to do it again. I want to do it again.
I know it’s all been done before,
I want to do it again. I want to do it again.

Life is lowly anonymity,
In death a noble prose, a Marat David.
Life is lowly anonymity.
Life is lowly anonymity.
Life is lowly anonymity.
Life is lowly anonymity.

Kill the switch.
This night our journey’s through the dark.

Kill the switch, kill the switch,
A welcome comatose,
Tonight we journey through the darkness.
Kill the switch, kill the switch,
A welcome comatose,
Tonight we journey through the darkness.
Kill the switch, kill the switch,
A welcome comatose,
Tonight we journey through the darkness.
Kill the switch, kill the switch,
A welcome comatose,
Tonight we journey through the darkness.

This night our journey’s through the dark.
This night our journey’s through the dark.
This night our journey’s through the dark.

As in sorrow, so shall ye weep,
As in reason, so shall ye sleep.
As in sorrow, so shall ye weep,
As in reason, so shall ye sleep.[/spoiler]

Scars on Broadway - Stoner Hate

[SPOILER]Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Is a word to me, mama mia
Losing all my patience with the all of fabrications
It’s so easy to say, easy to say
When you sing LA LA LA LA LA
Stoner hate has got your back
California’s been invaded by a hippie psychopath
When you sing LA LA LA LA LA
Stoner hate has got your back
California’s been invaded by a hippie psychopath

Cause I’m rude, obnoxious, with an intent
To kill
Rude, obnoxious, with an intent
To kill
[/SPOILER]

Υοu stole my moment!
Δεν υφίσταται τίποτα από όσα έχει γράψει ποτέ ο Aldrahn. Καμία επαφή με τίποτα, και για κανένα λόγο.
Και για να το παίξω ολτέρνατιβ θα ποστάρω [SIZE=“4”]THORNS [/SIZE]
Shifting channels
A corroded smile
Sleepless murderer in the hallway
This change of seasons is final

Useless climate, staring at me
Yearning, yearning to be free
The unpredictable sense of a short road
An epidemic that comprehends

Vindictive presence, conceived by me
The ultimate empathy
The melting hand controls me
Evidently he will kill me

A splendid parasite
In the wounded gesture of incompetence
Swore to intoxicate the monster
A spellbinder underneath the sky

Useless climate, staring at me
Yearning, yearning to be free
The unpredictable sense of a short road
An epidemic that comprehends

Ενδόδημο ρεσιτάλ μαγικού ρεαλισμου πάντως έχει δώσει ο Άσιμος - κάθε φορά που ακούω αυτό το τραγούδι απορώ. μα κάθε φορά. και στη ναυαρχίδα γελάω. μα κάθε φορά.
Παραθέτω χάιλαϊτς :lol:

Λίνα

Λίνα, Λίνα, καρδερίνα
Θα σε δω τον άλλο μήνα
Μ? έχεις κλείσει στην κουζίνα
Κι έγινες και μπαλαρίνα.

Λίνα, Λίνα, σαν σε είδα
Ένιωσα σαν ναυαρχίδα
Κι έσκασες σαν καταιγίδα
Στην χλωρίδα και πανίδα.

Τώρα λες πως σου ανήκα
Μα δεν πλήρωνα το ΙΚΑ
Θα ?ταν μεγαλομανία
Αν με γράφαν στα ταμεία.

Λίνα, Λίνα, παίρνω φόρα
Κι όλα τ? άπλυτα στη φόρα
Έχεις ομορφιά φιδίσια
Τι γυρεύεις στα Πατήσια;

I shot the devil and I killed the priest
And I’ll live forever cause I ride the beast
I eat the wealthy and I killer the poor
I rob the others blind and I’m coming back for more.

Α ρε skull fist!

Υπάρχει και ένα κομμάτι του Τσελεντάνο όπου για 4 λεπτά τραγουδάει ασυναρτησίες θέλοντας να δείξει πως αντιλαμβάνονται οι Ιταλοί την αγγλική γλώσσα…

Adriano Celentano & Rafaela Cara
Prisencolinensinainciusol

(koro)
in de col men seivuan
prisencolinensinainciusol ol rait
uis de seim cius men
op de seim ol uat men
in de colobos dai
trr…
ciak is e maind beghin de col
bebi stei ye push yo oh
uis de seim cius men
in de colobos dai
not is de seim laikiu
de promisdin iu nau
in trabol lovgiai ciu gen
in do camo not cius no bai
for lov so op op giast
cam lau ue cam lov ai
oping tu stei laik cius
go mo men
iu bicos tue men cold
dobrei gorls
oh sandei…

(koro)
ai ai smai sesler
eni els so co uil piso ai
in de col men seivuan

(koro)
prisencolinensinainciusol ol rait
uei ai sint no ai
giv de sint laik de cius
nobodi oh gud taim lev feis go
uis de seim et seim cius
go no ben let de cius
end kai for not de gai giast stei
ai ai smai senflecs
eni go for doing peso ai
in de col mein seivuan
prisencolinensinainciusol ol rait
lu nei si not sicidor
ah es la bebi la dai big iour

(koro)
ai ai smai senflecs
eni go for doin peso ai
in de col mein saivuan
prisencolinensinainciusol ol rait
lu nei si not sicodor
ah es la bebi la dai big iour

και μια αγγλική μετάφραση :lol::lol:

[QUOTE=]Δεν υφίσταται τίποτα από όσα έχει γράψει ποτέ ο Aldrahn. Καμία επαφή με τίποτα, και για κανένα λόγο.[/QUOTE] Εϊναι έτσι ακριβώς. Ο άνθρωπος ΔΕΝ ΥΠΑΡΧΕΙ, απλά

Χαχαχαχα έγραψες!

Τι στιχάρες είναι αυτές ρε φίλος. Έχεις το album? Όλο έτσι πάει?

Οι blood brothers θυμίζονται για τους οτι να 'ναι στίχους
Πραγματικά μοναδική μπάντα, το τραγούδι είναι από το Burn, Piano Island, Burn (ούτε ο τίτλος του album βγάζει νόημα :lol:)
Τσέκαρε και τα υπόλοιπα τραγούδια, κυρίως άκου όλα τα album. Υπάρχει μια μικρή πιθανότητα να σ’αρέσουν.

Επίσης κολλάει απίστευτα στο topic το Μάθημα των Στέρεο Νόβα

Η γεωγραφία είναι απόλυτη
Το χάος είναι η γεωγραφία της αγάπης
Το μάθημά μου το πήρα
Κι αυτός ο δρόμος δεν υπάρχει πουθενά

Εσύ βλέπεις εικόνες σε κίνηση
Άσκοπος χρόνος
Θα πάρεις το δρόμο σου κι έτσι δε θα ενωθούμε ποτέ
Χρειάζεται μια διακοπή ρεύματος
Για να συνειδητοποιήσεις τη μοίρα
Σαν αϋπνία
Σιωπηλή ακινησία
Μια ενδότερη χώρα με οδηγεί στην αϋπνία, την απώλεια
Σπρώξε με, βαριέμαι τη διασκέδαση
Το αυτόματο μέλλον
Μοιάζεις με τέρας όμως μ’ αρέσεις
Μπορείς να ικανοποιήσεις τους στόχους μου
Και να μη ζητήσεις τίποτε άλλο από μένα
Είναι απλό, σαν προοπτική δρόμων

Μάθημα δεύτερο
Τα κτίρια είναι πιο σταθερά απ’ τα βήματα,
Τα δέντρα, τον τρόπο που μαρκάρεις τις εποχές
Απ’ το ένα παράθυρο στο επόμενο όνειρο
Προεκτάσεις ενός ανεξέλεγκτου κόσμου
Από εδώ μέχρι τα ψυγεία
Τα καταψυγμένα ζώα ονειρεύονται τη διακοπή του τρεξίματος
Μετά από εκεί δε βλέπεις

Μάθημα τρίτο
Θα τρως και θα κάνεις σεξ
Θ’ αποκτήσεις κοινωνική συνείδηση
Κι ένα νούμερο σε οποιαδήποτε τράπεζα

Μάθημα τέσσερα
Σιωπή

Χα, χα!

Μάθημα πέντε, έξι, επτά, οχτώ,
Αδιάβαστος,
Εννιά, το ανάποδο του έξι
Συνδυασμός του εξήντα εννιά
Πολιτισμός

Μάθημα δέκα
Τα έμαθες όλα, είσαι ελεύθερος
Μα έχεις μόνο μία επιλογή…

Ψηφίζω Λίνα δαγκωτό!

ΟΙ KING CRIMSON ΕΙΝΑΙ ΑΠΕΙΘΑΡΧΟΙ

I do remember one thing.
It took hours and hours but…
by the time I was done with it

I was so involved
I didn’t know what to think.
I carried it around with me for days and days…
playing little games
like not looking at it for a whole day
and then… looking at it.
to see if I still liked it.
I did.

I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat…

The more I look at it

the more I like it.
I do think it’s good.
The fact is…
no matter how closely I study it

no matter how I take it apart

no matter how I break it down

It remains consistant.
I wish you were here to see it.

I like it!

Τι μάγκες !!!

…and the winner is

[SIZE=“5”][CENTER]Χωρίς Περιδέραιο - 48 Σιωπές[/CENTER][/SIZE]

[CENTER]48 φορές
και παιχνίδια με το χθες
το ρίγος του χρόνου

48 σιωπές
σαν μοντέρνες μουσικές
στην άκρη του δρόμου

48 ρυπές
σ’ ένα τραύμα διαφανές
μανιτάρια του τρόμου

48 σκεπές
να χωθούμε από κάτω αν θες
τέλος χρόνου

Αποφάγια και γιορτές
και για αγάπη να μην κλαις
πληρωμή του μόχθου

Είσαι χαρίτωμα
το πιο ανέκφραστο περίττωμα[/CENTER]

από τα χαμένα διαμαντάκια των 80’ς - βασικά το καλύτερο new wave/synth/ebm που βγήκε από το ελλάντα.

για να μην μιλήσουμε και για άλλα τραγούδια τους που περιγράφουν “κρότους - κροταλίες σε ροζ ανίες”…

οταν προσεξα λιγο τους στιχους εμεινα μ***** με τις ακυριλες που πεταει

[B]art brut - the replacements[/B]

So many bands are just putting it on
Why can’t they be the same as their songs?
I can’t help itC I’m so naive
Another record with my heart on the sleeve
Is he as coolC as he writes them?
Not always and hold that against him
I can’t believe I’ve only just discovered the Replacements
How have I only just found out about the Replacements?
Some of them are nearly as old as my parents
How have I only just found out about the Replacements?
I want to love them but I’m can’t be sure
I’ve been let down so many times before
This time I really want to believe
Another record with my heart on the sleeve
I hope I’ve finally found a band
That’s not gonna let me down
I can’t believe I’ve only just discovered the Replacements
How have I only just found out about the Replacements?
Some of them are nearly as old as my parents
How have I only just discovered the Replacements?
Second hand records are cheaper
Reissue CDsC extra tracks
Second hand CDs are cheaper
Reissue CDsC extra tracks
Second hand records are cheaper
Reissue CDs have extra tracks
I can’t believe I’ve only just discovered the Replacements
Some of them are nearly the same age as my parents
I can’t believe I’ve only just discovered the Replacements
Second hand CDs are cheaper
Reissued CDsC extra tracks

έλα ρε, οι art brut είναι γνωστοί για τους ό,τι να’ναι στίχους και ο eddie argos τρελάρας από τους λίγους. εγώ πάντως τους γουστάρω. και οι replacements είναι μπαντάρα btw!

τσέκαρε και αυτό:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AF94Xe00i84 :walkman:

nice το τραγουδακι:)

εχω βαρεθει αυτους που το παιζουν σοβαροι και παιρνουν μυνηματα απο τη μουσικη
ας γραψουν κανενα βιβλιο α θελουν να πουν κατι

γιαυτο γουσταρω αρτ μπρουτ

Δεν ξέρω αν ειπωθηκε νωρίτερα,δεν είναι και ότι να ναι,υπάρχει ένα νόημα:

[B]Θέλω- Γιώργος Τσίγκος και Μαύροι Κύκλοι[/B]

Θέλω έναν πεινασμένο
να του χαρίσω ένα γυμνό κορμί
Θέλω ένα πορνείο
να το κάνω βουλή
Θέλω μια νοικοκυρά
να την βγάλω στο κλαρί

Θέλω ένα βρώμικο όνειρο
Άπιαστο μόνο για μένα

Θέλω έναν αλκοολικό
στο τελευταίο ονειρικό του ποτήρι
Θέλω έναν πρεζάκια
στην αγωνία του να κάνω χαρακίρι
Θέλω έναν σατανά
να πιούμε ένα τσιγάρο
Θέλω ένα εξιλαστήριο
κοινονικό θύμα να λυντσάρω

Θέλω έναν θεό τιμωρό
χωρίς αμαρτωλούς θύματα
Θέλω μια βιασμένη συνείδηση
με φονικά αγάπης αισθήματα
Θέλω έναν κλεμμένο χρόνο
να του κλέψω το δάκρυ του
Θέλω έναν σακάτη εραστή
να του κλέψω την ανάγκη του

Θέλω ένα βρώμικο όνειρο
Άπιαστο μόνο για μένα

[B]ΕDIT: AA τώρα είδα που λέτε για ομοιοκαταληξίες,δεν έχω πιει ακόμα καφέ για αυτό[/B]

ELTON JOHN - Take me to the pilot (στίχοι Bernie Taupin):

If you feel that it’s real I’m on trial
And I’m here in your prison
Like a coin in your mint
I am dented and I’m spent with high treason
Through a glass eye your throne
Is the one danger zone
Take me to the pilot for control
Take me to the pilot of your soul
Take me to the pilot
Lead me through the chamber
Take me to the pilot
I am but a stranger
Take me to the pilot
Lead me through the chamber
Take me to the pilot
I am but a stranger
Well I know he’s not old
And I’m told he’s a virgin
For he may be she
But what I’m told is never for certain
:-k:-k:-k:-k

Oι [B]Grave[/B] στο κομματι [B]Now And Forever[/B] λενε το γαματο:

Life is no more as we rise from a time before.
Everything is gone now they all died together.
But after all it is a beautiful weather.

:p:-s

Επισης το [B]Kraf Dinner[/B] των [B]Annihilator[/B]:

cupboard’s bare, i’m so hungry
life ain’t fair, give me some money
macaroni maniac, a cheddar cheese heart attack

i love, i love, i love, i love
kraf dinner

boiling water, i can’t wait
it’s getting hotter, it feels so great
macaroni maniac, a cheddar cheese heart attack

i love, i love, i love, i love
kraf dinner

well that was fun, but now that i’m all done
now sedate, i think i’ll buy a crate
macaroni maniac, a cheddar cheese heart attack

i love, i love, i love, i love
kraf dinner

kraf dinner
dinner
kraf dinner
my dinner

i want it now