Teksty ostatnio podglądane przez ericdraven
Kombi - Nie zostało nic
Dogasa dzień we wszystkich oknach
Światła bledną już
W dali słysze miasta ciężki oddech...
Gorąca krew pulsuje w skroniach
będzie długa noc
obraz Twój jak echo wraca do mnie...
Byłaś dla mnie najjaśniejszą z gwiazd
Poraził mnie Twój blask
Dziś daleko nam do siebie tak...
I nie zostało nic z naszych marzeń i snów
Tylko pył rozwiewa wiatr w cztery strony świata
Kto inny budzi się przy Tobie dotyka Twoich rąk
Zbiera żal, gdy jak na jawie widzę to...
Kto inny mieszka w Twoim niebie
wiem, zrobilem bład
tego nie wybacze nigdy sobie...
Wypełniałem Tobą moje dni,
ze złudzeń lepiąc ...
Roger Waters - To kill the child
The child lay
In the starlit night
Safe in the glow of his Donald Duck light
How strange to choose to take a life
How strange to choose to kill a child
Hoover, Blaupunkt, Nissan Jeep
Nike, Addidas, Lacoste and cheaper brands
Cadillac, Amtrak, gasoline, diesel
Our standard of living, could this be a reason
That we would choose to kill the child
That we would choose to kill the child
Allah, Jehovah, Buddah, Christ
Confucius and Kali and reds, beans and rice
Goujons of sole, ris de veau, ham hocks
Lox bagels and bones and commandments in stone
The Bible, Koran, Shinto, Islam
Prosciutto, risotto, falafel and ham
Is ...
Greg Brown - Billy from the hills
No one now knows too much about these woods,
They got lost, they wouldn't know where to go.
Tribe's been gone a long time, small farmers got blowed out,
Maybe there ain't even that much left to know.
You can strip the trees, foul the streams, try to hide in a progressive dream.
Ease into the comfort that kills.
Before I do that, I'll grab my pack,
And disappear with Billy from the hills.
Blood flows back and back and back and back,
Like a river from a secret source.
I feel it wild in me; I pitched my camp
At the fork where knowledge meets remorse.
Women sing in me that ...
Napalm Death - Angel of disease
Your plastic souls melt within cauldron's burning black
Chanting to the Ancient Ones, chants of broken lines
Kneel before the alter, sacrifice is made
It is pleasing to the ones most ancient of the days
They call the prince of disease, messenger of the Absu
Carry through the icy winds our curse upon their church
Hanging helpless above the pentagram
Sacrifice swings within leather noose
Sing the ancient hymn that makes the Abso roll
Raise the rusty knife, let loose the blood of Kingu
Sudden death throws ...
Manic Street Preachers - Masking tape
Black out the whites of all your eyes
Give me the wide spaces that I need inside
I've been a rake recollection and then frame it with loss
Left me alone again with all my photographs
The masking tape that holds our life together
For six months of the year
The masking tape transparent forever
For every month of the year
For all the months of the year
Happy black days, now here's the summer
Deadly time left alone with no other
Shivering and hunched, that's me ...
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