Pridružen/a: ned sep 18, 2011 12:08 am Postovi: 415 Lokacija: Heaven
wanderer je napisao/la:
I MUSE:
(loadajte si lyricse ako nije razgovjetno:))
Volio bih čuti vaše mišljenje!
1.klasicna seljacka sto bi ameri rekli hilbili.Ocajna pesma 2.pop/tehno pesme danas su uglavnom katastrofa,ova spada u katastrofu 3.Dobra pesma(iako nisam fan grupe muse), jel moguce da kad kaze "THEY" prica o iluminatima? They will not control us......
_________________ WE ARE ALL ONE!!! The separate limited existence of living matter is just an illusion, a passing dream...
1.klasicna seljacka sto bi ameri rekli hilbili.Ocajna pesma 2.pop/tehno pesme danas su uglavnom katastrofa,ova spada u katastrofu 3.Dobra pesma(iako nisam fan grupe muse), jel moguce da kad kaze "THEY" prica o iluminatima? They will not control us......[/quote]
Većinom se slažem...
The Wolves mozda nije sa tehnicke strane impresivna ali ponekad ne mora ni biti. npr.: meni paše taj blend gitare i tople i poletne emocije, neki lyricsi su zanimljivi; fallen from high places, fighting with the wolves itd... no to je više subjektivno
I da THEY vjerojatno i jesu illuminati. Poslušaj i njihovu resistance, može se isto tako interpretirati.
_________________ Stresite lance kao rosu sa vas, vas je mnogo a njih je - malo.
Pridružen/a: uto nov 01, 2005 1:17 am Postovi: 1377 Lokacija: Justinijana Prima
ppd
Bob Dylan - 'It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)'
Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying.
Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the fools gold mouthpiece The hollow horn plays wasted words Proved to warn That he not busy being born Is busy dying.
Temptation's page flies out the door You follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar You feel to moan but unlike before You discover That you'd just be One more person crying.
So don't fear if you hear A foreign sound to you ear It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.
As some warn victory, some downfall Private reasons great or small Can be seen in the eyes of those that call To make all that should be killed to crawl While others say don't hate nothing at all Except hatred.
Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their marks Made everything from toy guns that sparks To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far That not much Is really sacred.
While preachers preach of evil fates Teachers teach that knowledge waits Can lead to hundred-dollar plates Goodness hides behind its gates But even the President of the United States Sometimes must have To stand naked.
An' though the rules of the road have been lodged It's only people's games that you got to dodge And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.
Advertising signs that con you Into thinking you're the one That can do what's never been done That can win what's never been won Meantime life outside goes on All around you.
You loose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fear Alone you stand without nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks They really found you.
A question in your nerves is lit Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy Insure you not to quit To keep it in your mind and not forget That it is not he or she or them or it That you belong to.
Although the masters make the rules For the wise men and the fools I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.
For them that must obey authority That they do not respect in any degree Who despite their jobs, their destinies Speak jealously of them that are free Cultivate their flowers to be Nothing more than something They invest in.
While some on principles baptized To strict party platforms ties Social clubs in drag disguise Outsiders they can freely criticize Tell nothing except who to idolize And then say God Bless him.
While one who sings with his tongue on fire Gargles in the rat race choir Bent out of shape from society's pliers Cares not to come up any higher But rather get you down in the hole That he's in.
But I mean no harm nor put fault On anyone that lives in a vault But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.
Old lady judges, watch people in pairs Limited in sex, they dare To push fake morals, insult and stare While money doesn't talk, it swears Obscenity, who really cares Propaganda, all is phony.
While them that defend what they cannot see With a killer's pride, security It blows the minds most bitterly For them that think death's honesty Won't fall upon them naturally Life sometimes Must get lonely.
My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards False gods, I scuff At pettiness which plays so rough Walk upside-down inside handcuffs Kick my legs to crash it off Say okay, I have had enough What else can you show me ?
And if my thought-dreams could been seen They'd probably put my head in a guillotine But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.
Pridružen/a: čet mar 12, 2009 7:33 pm Postovi: 1124
Hajde sad - upomoć Sećam se jedne pesme iz davnih dana, čuo sam to jednom ili dva puta kod nekog prijatelja pre desetak godina. Pesma je bila na kaseti sa hitovima mađarske grupe Omega, i još nekim ambijentalima sa električnom gitarom - u glavnom, koristi isti/sličan vokalni stil kao ova Badeltova kompozicija iznad, čak je i progresija vokalne melodije slična. Ako neko zna neku pesmu sličnu ovoj, molim ga da pošalje! Hvala
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