Ulubione piosenki

[Ant]

Dethklok - Duncan Hills Coffee Jingle

Do you folks like coffee?
Real coffee
From the Hills
Of Colombia

The Duncan Hills will wake you
From a thousand deaths
A cup of blackened blood
(Dying, dying)
You're dying for a cup

Guatemala blend
Ethiopian
French vanilla roast
(Dying, dying)
You're dying for a cup

Prepare for ultimate flavor
You're gonna get some milk!
And scream... for your cream

Duncan Hills
Duncan Hills
Duncan Hills

COFFEE!

http://youtube.com/watch?v=vhtGB2hiex0&feature=related

[Jasiek]

Nie miałem czasu przejrzeć postów, więc idę o zakład że nie jestem jedyny.
Blind Guardian "Nightfall"
No sign of life did flicker
In floods of tears she cried
"All hope's lost it can't be undone
They're wasted and gone"

"Save me your speeches
I know (They blinded us all)
What you want
You will take it away from me
Take it and I know for sure
The light she once brought in
Is gone forevermore"

Like sorrowful seaguls they sang
"(We're) lost in the deep shades
The misty cloud brought
(A wailing when beauty was gone
Come take a look at the sky)
Monstrous it covered the shore
Fearful into the unknown"
Quietly it crept in new horror
Insanity reigned
And spilled the first blood
When the old king was slain

Refren:
Nightfall
Quietly crept in and changed us all
Nightfall
Quietly crept in and changed us all
Nightfall
Immortal land lies down in agony

"How long shall we
Mourn in the dark
the bliss and the beauty
Will not return
Say farewell to sadness and grief
Though long and hard the road may be"
But even in silence I heard the words
"An oath we shall swear
By the name of the one
Until the world's end
It can't be broken"

Just wondering how
I can still hear these voices inside

The doom of the Noldor drew near

The words of a banished king
"I swear revenge"
Filled with anger aflamed our hearts
Full of hate full of pride
We screamed for revenge

Refren

"Vala he is that's what you said
Then your oath's been sworn in vain
(But) freely you came and
You freely shall depart
(So) never trust the northern winds
Never turn your back on friends"

"Oh I'm heir of the high lord!"
"You better don't trust him"
The enemy of mine
Isn't he of your kind and
Finally you may follow me
Farewell
He said

Refren

Back to where it all began

[Aras]

DonGuralEsko - "Wrócić"

Tylko fragment tekstu, bo nie chce mi się spisywać...

Walka z lustrem, z cieniem, z demonami
Dla tych co wierzą, tych co go zwą imionami
Co mówi językami wszystkimi, chodzi nocami zimnymi
Co ukrywa się gdzieś pomiędzy innymi
Widzieli go raz, siedział na kamieniu, drzemał,
Spojrzeniem kamienował, oddechem powalał drzewa,
Był Adam i Ewa i on, podobno
Nawet gdy jest ciemno na tarczy nosze godło
Pode mną siodło, jadę tam gdzie horyzont
Jadę tam gdzie horyzont

(...)

Siedzę w parku na ławce i obserwuje pościg
Gonią ku szczęśliwości ludzie dorośli
Wrośli w kult zazdrości, wciągnięci w zawiłości
Zmęczeni mieszkańcy planety Ziemi
Dla jednych czas się żenić, dla innych czas umierać
Tak czy inaczej – tylko tu tylko teraz
Los poniewiera

(...)

[ulger]

To ja wrzucę kawał solidnego thrasha.

Machine Head - Aesthetics Of Hate (alb. The Blackening)

You tried to spit in the eye
Of a dead man’s face
Attacked the ways of a man
Not yet in his grave
But your hate was over all too soon
Because nothing is over
And nothing’s through,
Till we bury you

For the love of brother
I will sing this fucking song
Aesthetics of hate,
I hope you burn in hell

The words I read on the screen
Left me fucking sick
I felt the hatred rising
You son of a bitch
You branded us pathetic for our respect
But he made us Driven,
Such deep reverence,
Far beyond the rest

For the love of brother
I will sing these fucking words
Aesthetics of hate,
I hope you burn in hell

Yer!

Wow!

Long live memories
Live this freedom vicariously
Defend tenfold
His honor we’ll always uphold

For the love of brother
I will say these fucking words
No silence against ignorance
Iconoclast, I hope you burn in hell

May the hand of god strike them down

[Sihamaah]

Jazz w wolnych chwilach (odpocznij ziom)

Jakoś nie mogę przestać tego słuchać ostatnio. Tekst nie jest zbyt istotny, bo to w końcu O.S.T.R. ale jednak brzmi to niesamowicie...

[Aras]

Sihamaah, a wiesz Ty czym jest jazz ostrego ?

[Szelmon]

Mr. Hankey The Christmas Poo

We all know of Rudolph and his shining nose
And we all know Frosty who's made out of snow
But all of those stories seem kind of... gay
`Cause we all know who brightens up our holiday

Mr. Hankey the Christmas Poo
Small and brown he comes from you
Sit on the toilet here he comes
Squeeze him 'tween your festive buns

A present from down below
Spreading joy with a "Howdy-Ho!"
He's seen the love inside of you
`Cause he's a piece of poo

Sometimes he's nutty
Sometimes he's corny
He can be brown or greenish brown
(Mmmmhmmm!)
But if you eat fiber on Christmas eve
He might come to your town!

Mr. Hankey the Christmas Poo
He loves me, I love you
Therefore, vicariously he loves you!

I can make a Mr. Hankey too! (Pffffft)

Cartman: Well Kyle where is he?
Kyle: Ehh .. He's coming!
Stan: Come on dude, push!
Kyle: Ehhhh... I'm Trying!
Cartman: Wait, wait I can see his head!
Kyle: Here he comes!

[POP!]

Mr. Hankey: Howdy Ho!

I'm Mr. Hankey the Christmas Poo
Seasons Greetings to all of you!
Let's sing songs and dance and play
Now before I melt away.

Here's a game I like to play
Stick me in your mouth and try to say
Howdy ho ho yum yum yum
Christmas Time has come!

Singers: Sometimes He's runny
Sometimes he's firm
Sometimes he practically water.
Sometimes he hangs off the end of your ass
And wont fall in the toilet
'Cause he's just clinging to your sphincter
And he wont drop off .. and so you shake your ass around
And try to get it to drop in the toilet and finally it does.

Mr. Hankey the Christmas Poo
When Christmas leaves he must leave too.
Flush him down but he's never gone
His smell and his spirit linger on.

Howdy Ho!



ORAZ

The Imagination Song

[Ravandil]

Mnie ostatnio chodzi po głowie:

The Verve - Bittersweet Symphony


'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life
Trying to make ends meet
You're a slave to money then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places
where all the veins meet yeah

No change, I can't change
I can't change, I can't change
But I'm here in my mind
I am here in my mind
But I'm a million different people
from one day to the next
I can't change my mind
No, no, no, no, no, no, no,no,no,no,no,no(fading away)

Well I never pray
But tonight I'm on my knees yeah
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now
But the airways are clean and there's nobody singing to me now

No change, I can't change
I can't change, I can't change
But I'm here in my mind
I am here in my mind
And I'm a million different people
from one day to the next
I can't change my mind
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
I can't change
I can't change it

'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life
Trying to make ends meet
Trying to find some money then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places
where all the veins meet yeah

You know I can't change, I can't change
I can't change, I can't change
But I'm here in my mind
I am here in my mind
And I'm a million different people
from one day to the next
I can't change my mind
No, no, no, no, no

I can't change my mind
no, no, no, no, no,
I can't change
Can't change my body,
no, no, no

I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
Been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
That you've ever been down
That you've ever been down

[Szelmon]

Ty Sobie możesz

[ulger]

Nick Cave - The Curse Of Millhaven

I live in a town called Millhaven
And it's small and it's mean and it's cold
But if you come around just as the sun goes down
You can watch the whole town turn to gold
It's around about then that I used to go a-roaming
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die
My name is Loretta but I prefer Lottie
I'm closing in on my fifteenth year
And if you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green
Then you sure didn't see them around here
My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing
La la la la La la la lie
Mama often told me we all got to die
You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven
How last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home
They found him next week in One Mile Creek
His head bashed in and his pockets full of stones
Well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning
La la la la La la la lie
Even little Billy Blake's boy, he had to die
Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High
Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier
Then next day the old fool brought little Biko to school
And we all had to watch as he buried her
His eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing
La la la la La la la lie
Even God's little creatures, they have to die
Our little town fell into a state of shock
A lot of people were saying things that made little sense
Then the next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe
Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence
Foul play can really get a small town going
La la la la La la la lie
Even God's children all have to die
Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs Colgate
Was stabbed but the job was not complete
The last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead
Was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street!"
Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning
La la la la La la la lie
The young ones, the old ones, they all gotta die
Yes, it is I, Lottie. The Curse Of Millhaven
I've struck horror in the heart of this town
Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow
It's more like the other way around
I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming
La la la la La la la lie
Sooner or later we all gotta die
Since I was no bigger than a weavil they've been saying I was evil
That if "bad" was a boot that I'd fit it
That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately
O fuck it! I'm a monster! I admit it!
It makes me so mad my blood really starts a-going
La la la la La la la lie
Mama always told me that we all gotta die
Yeah, I drowned the Blakey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit
Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed
But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos
Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head
I'll sing to the lot, now you got me going
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children have all gotta die
There were all the others, all our sisters and brothers
You assumed were accidents, best forgotten
Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake Tahoo?
Everyone assumed the "Warning" signs had followed them to the bottom
Well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing
La la la la La la la lie
Even twenty little children, they had to die
And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum
There was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen
Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued
All cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline
Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing
La la la la La la la lie
Rich man, poor man, all got to die
Well I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial
I was laughing when they took me away
Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah
It ain't home, but you know, it's fucking better than jail
It ain't such bad old place to have a home in
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die
Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless Rorschach tests
I keep telling them they're out to get me
They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course!
There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me!"
So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all have to die
La la la la La la la lie
I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie
Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they gotta die

[Garra]

w ostatnich dniach nie mogę przestać słuchać utworek jest boski =) mogło by to nawet zastąpić Mazurka xD

Sabaton 40-1
tekscior:
Baptised in fire.
40 to 1

So silent before the storm
Awaiting command
A few has been chosen to stand
As one outnumbered by far
The orders from high command
Fight back, hold your ground!

In early September it came
A war unknown to the world
No army may enter that land
That is protected by Polish hand
Unless you are 40 to 1
Your force will soon be undone

REF: Baptised in fire
40 to 1
Spirit of Spartans
Death and glory
Soldiers of Poland
Second to none
Wrath of the Wehrmacht brought to a halt

The 8th of September it starts
The rage of the Reich
A barrage of mortars and guns
Stand fast, the bunkers will hold
The captain has pledged his life
I'll face my fate here!
The sound of artillery strike
So fierce
The thunder of guns

So come, bring on all that you've got
Come hell, come high water,
Never stop
Unless you are 40 to 1
Your lives will soon be undone

REF

Always remember, a fallen soldier
Always remember, fathers and sons at war
Always remember, a fallen soldier
Always remember, fathers and sons at war
Always remember, a fallen soldier
Always remember, buried in history

No army may enter that land
That is protected by Polish hand
Unless you are 40 to 1
Your force will soon be undone

REF

No, no, no

[Cain]

Co do 40-1 to utwór podoba mi się tylko ze względu na tematykę bo muzycznie to kicha. Takie metalo-disco.

[Garra]

kwesta gustu xp ja akurat lubię power metal(iced earth,edguy,hammerfall...) głownie za refreny, podwójną stopę i solóweczki

[ulger]

Jak pierwszy raz tego słuchałem to myślałem, że padnę ze śmiechu. Zgodnie z tym co śpiewa ten koleś atak na Polskę rozpoczął się 8 września - lol (a najlepsze jest to, że bitwa w okolicach Wizny, o której opowiada utwór trwała już od 7 września).

[Garra]

Zgodnie z tym co śpiewa ten koleś atak na Polskę rozpoczął się 8 września - lol

to niekoniecznie musi być tak imho mogło mu chodzić o to, że 8 wunder-nazi-chłopaki zaczęli robić polaczkom z pod Wizny ostrzał artyleryjski i dostaliśmy łupnia a i potem(do 10) było już tylko gorzej. przynajmniej to po głębszym zastanowieniu wywnioskowałem z tekstu

[Deep]

Dwie piosenki które ostatnio rozbijają mi się po głowie:

Pink Floyd - Have A Cigar - http://youtube.com/watch?v=KUDpc04r_QM
Come in here, Dear boy, have a cigar.
You're gonna go far,
You're gonna fly high,
You're never gonna die,
You're gonna make it, if you try;
They're gonna love you.
Well I've always had a deep respect,
And I mean that most sincerely.
The band is just fantastic,
that is really what I think.
Oh by the way, which one's Pink?

And did we tell you the name of the game, boy?
We call it Riding the Gravy Train.

We're just knocked out.
We heard about the sell out.
You gotta get an album out.
You owe it to the people.
We're so happy we can hardly count.
Everybody else is just green,
Have you seen the chart?
It's a hell of a start,
It could be made into a monster
If we all pull together as a team.

And did we tell you the name of the game, boy?
We call it Riding the Gravy Train.

Kabanos - Czerwona Musztarda - http://youtube.com/watch?v=U6-t76e1kXc
Widziałam ich wtedy jak oni szli
Ale nie chcieli zapiąć mi butków
A w ich głowach było coś niemądrego
I jeden pan się potknął i upadł
A drugi próbował mu pomóc wstać
A tamten powiedział, "Nie możesz mi pomagać
Bo jak wstanę to będę musiał zapiąć tej małej cholerze butki
Więc wolę leżeć i nie rzucać się w oczy"
Trzeci z nich zignorował wszystkich bo był fujarą
I potoczył się do końca alei, gdzie czekał na niego wielki banan

Gdzieś na warszawskiej pradze
Stoi dziewczynka w chłodzie
Czerwona musztarda na brodzie

Na stopach butki małe
Sznureczki rozwiązane
Czas toczy się we śnie i w wodzie

I zostali tylko ci dwaj, obaj wredni
Z twarzą w betonie próbowali uniknąć nieuniknionego
Bo i tak jak śmigną to długo ich nie będę szukała
I tak stałam sobie - a oni leżeli,
i spływało po nich tysiąc kropel potu
Kropelka do kropelki - łączyły się w tłuste kule,
i wylewały się na beton
Nagle jeden wstał, podszedł do mnie i zawiązał mi butki
"O cholera" powiedziałam, "zepsułeś całą intrygę", a on na to, "to nie jest głupi film, w rzeczywistości smarkulo wszystko się kończy szybko i mało atrakcyjnie."

Gdzieś na warszawskiej pradze
Stoi dziewczynka w chłodzie
Czerwona musztarda na brodzie

Na stopach butki małe
Sznureczki zawiązane
Czas toczy się we śnie i w wodzie

I zawiązał mi palant butki
I się akcja o co zaczepić nie miała
Więc kopnęłam starego idiotę w jaja
I czekałam na nową intrygę
On zawył z bólu, a potem wyraźnie upadł na beton i wyrżnął łbem w kapsel po butelce Ten drugi stwierdził, że to jest głupie i wyszedł za planszę, a ja wytarłam czerwoną musztardę na brodzie, bo kretynki z siebie robić dłużej nie będę,
ale ten co leży będzie, więc mu wklepałam musztardę na brodę
i ochoczo i w ogóle w podskokach śmignęłam za parawan.

Gdzieś na warszawskiej pradze
Leży chłopina w wodzie
Czerwona musztarda na brodzie

Na głowie kapsel wbity
A w kroczu ptaszek zbity
Czas toczy się we śnie i w wodzie
A ja kocham swoją mamę!

Gdzieś na warszawskiej pradze
Stoi dziewczynka w chłodzie
Czerwona musztarda na brodzie

Na stopach butki małe
Sznureczki zawiązane
Czas toczy się we śnie i w wodzie

[ulger]

to niekoniecznie musi być tak imho mogło mu chodzić o to, że 8 wunder-nazi-chłopaki zaczęli robić polaczkom z pod Wizny ostrzał artyleryjski i dostaliśmy łupnia a i potem(do 10) było już tylko gorzej.

Polskie pozycje pod Wizną znalazły się pod ogniem artyleryjskim jeszcze przed rozpoczęciem regularnej bitwy (5 września). Podobnie było z nalotami.