Parhaat sanoitukset biisissä

[jakoavain]

Goon - Tyhmä ihminen

Sillä on ahdasmieli, sillä on väärät aatteet
Sillä on liukas kieli ja kamalat vaatteet.
Sillä on taskussa lista sen vanhoista naisista jonka se kaikille mielellään näyttää

Ei se koskaan itke, ei se koskaan naura
Ei se koskaan keikalla mukana laula

Vaan seisoo kädet taskussa miksaajan vieressä ja yrittää hyvältä näyttää

TYHMÄ IHMINEN - mitenkä voit ollakkaan noin ahdasmielinen,
etkö sä ymmärrä et elämä on täynnä rikkautta,
mut sä katot sitä mustavalkoisena liian kapeasta putkesta.

Se vihaa skeittareita, se vihaa punkkareita, se vihaa rastoja sekä filareita
Se vihaa matemaatikkoja, fyysikkoja, kansannäyttelijöitä, homoja ja baarimikkoja.

Ei kestä kritiikkiä mut se huomauttaa kaikesta kaikille ja aikaansa haaskaa
Tien et se treenaa illat salilla että vois perjantaina baarissa riitaa haastaa

TYHMÄ IHMINEN - mitenkä voit ollakkaan noin ahdasmielinen,
etkö sä ymmärrä et elämä on täynnä rikkautta,
mut sä katot sitä mustavalkoisena kapeasta putkesta.

TYHMÄ IHMINEN - mitenkä voit ollakkaan noin ahdasmielinen,
etkö sä ymmärrä et elämä on täynnä rikkautta,
mut sä katot sitä mustavalkoisena liian kapeasta putkesta.

Sori kirjoitusasusta, just heränny eikä löytyny netistä mitä pastee.

[spasm]

Tollasella kamalla se Zappa makso ne kokeellisemmat biisit...

totta

[Asidyyli]

Tollasella kamalla se Zappa makso ne kokeellisemmat biisit...

totta

Joo. Olihan Bobby Brown sentään peräti listaykkönen Norjassa

[Asidyyli]

Ehkä paras ja kaaottisin amerikkalaisen hippiliikkeen kuvaus ikinä.

SEBADOH: As The World Dies The Eyes Of God Grow Bigger

Descended from Emerson, into this life
Falling, falling, falling into my seventh life
My father rode a motorcycle naked in the rain
Mother, a flower girl, blonde and 18
Three long days in the Colorado jail
Seven months pregnant, on the western trail
She met El in San Francisco, so it goes
(She met El in San Francisco, yeah so it goes)
Elwyn was out of his head, speed up his nose
Mother met a second man, by chance
She remembered from a hometown high school dance
The night they got to fighting, man's arms, they let me fall
My head hit the concrete floor, I didn't move at all
My mom hysterical, thinking I was dead
She ran into the street, scared out of her head
I watched the stars in the heavens for a while
Then I came around for good, but not with a smile
Moved home to the valley where the hippies conspire
Even my grandma loved to get high
My father dosed liquid LSD
Fried his mind for years to come, look what it's done to me
The breakup ensued, I held my baby brother's hand
I held my baby brother's hand
The nights that followed, footsteps could be heard
(The nights that followed in the house, footsteps could be heard)
No one on the second floor ‘cept spirits I have learned
Mom and her best friend said, "It's time to go"
To Aroyo Hondo, New Mexico
Adobe huts, I recall every gathering adobe
I was hungry in the desert; I wanted to go home
Morning I awoke; I was all alone
(But I walked outside I realized)
No one but a fucking geek to share the dusty home
(No one was there; I thought I would die)
As I walked outside I realized
(Time stood still; I watched the dome)
No one was there; I thought I would die
(Then the bug came back, tears in my throat)
Time stood still as I watched the goat
(Next thing I knew I was in public school)
The nurse of a new bug came back; tears in my throat
(It wasn't much, but it followed the rules)
Next thing I knew I was in public school
(Sat alone; stood alone)
It wasn't much, but it followed the rules
(Tried my best to understand my broken home)
Sat alone; stood alone
(I got to watch my poor mother cry)
Tried to understand my broken home
(Empty, exposed to all she felt inside)
I got to watch my poor mother cry
(And then I hear these hippies philosophize)
Empty, exposed to all she felt inside
And hear these hippies philosophize
And dreaming of the commune in the sky
(Too many changing partners at different times
Brothers and sisters, don't get too close
And dreaming of the commune in the sky
And mother waves him goodbye, so I'm left here on my puzzle with nobody's help)
Boycott society, then the kids can't socialize
(My faith is my strength, living in hell)
We had a cat named "Hope" and soon it died
(Thinking about our locks too thin, wondering if I'm at all like him)
There were nervous breakdowns every day, numerous crises games
(Before the flood, before the flood, of blood, I'm dead serious, you just you wait)
Parents like to play, too many changing partners
(The Nazi Klan looked like 6)
At different times
(The plan is well underway)
Brothers and sisters, don't get too close
(Those who crossed me are cursed, will see fewer days)
Another routine goodbye
(You'll listen to me; let's kill in the street)
So I'm workin' on my puzzle with nobody's help
(You made a big mistake so just you fuckin', livin in hell, El)
My faith is my strength because I'm living in hell, thinkin' about hell,
Locked in the bin, wondering if I'm at all like him
Before the flood, before the flood of blood
I'm dead serious, so just you wait
The Manson Klan will look like saints
(The Nazi Klan will look like saints)
The plan's well underway, those who crossed me will see fewer days
(The plan's well underway, those who crossed me are cursed)
You're wastable to me; you're roadkill in the street
(Just you wait, you will see fewer days)
You're so wastable to me, like the roadkill in the street; you made a big mistake
(Satan)
So just you fucking wait
(Satan)
Blood on the walls; blood on the walls
(Satan; Satan)
Dear friends, goodbye, needlessly you fuck with me; now you're gonna die
Blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls
(Satan; Satan; Satan; Satan)

[CharlieBigPpotato]

Jeffrey Lewis - The last time I did acid I went insane

It was a night of July, I think six years ago
Why’d I eat the acid, I don't know
I wasn't thinking and I wasn't scared
Why’d I eat the acid, I wasn't prepared
The last time I did acid I went insane

I was hanging with some friends, just getting loaded
When all of the sudden my mind exploded
I had a flash that I was gay and I got paranoid
I was sitting on the floor listening to Pink Floyd
The last time I did acid I went insane

And I was drawing crazy pictures before I was done
The pictures started pulsing like an alien lung
And I said Oh my God, this has just began
And It was twelve more hours before I was done

We were up on the rooftop and I'll tell you the truth
I was convinced that I've already fallen off of the roof.
And these weird mellow things all around that space
Were teleporting me from place to place
The last time I did acid I went insane

So we ran back downstairs where it was better to be
But I was trapped in a spiral staircase of infinity
And when we got to the door I couldn't go inside
Coz it was the gates of heaven, and I had died
The last time I did acid I went insane

And this kid named Grim, he punched the cat to the head
He could read my thoughts, that's what he said
And he described what it was like, but i didn't believe it
At lifting a rug and seeing stars beneath it

And the first rule of tripping was
Don't be with people you don't trust
The second rule of LSD
The rooftop is not a good place to be
The third rule is to be prepared
The fourth rule is to not get scared
The fifth rule is to stay serene,
Turn off your mind and float downstream
The sixth rule’s to have a good friend at hand
The seventh rule, i hope you understand
Is not to look too deep into your soul
Or you might find a hideous hopeless hole
Of hatred, hunger, infinite, idiot, mindless
Meaningless, nothingness
Nothingness
Nothingness
Nothingness
Nothingness
Nothingness
Nothingness
Nothingness
Nothing less
Nothingness
Nothingness
And that's what i did

And every aspect of life that I selected
Was instantly and brutally disected
I saw the horrible emptiness within
The reasons behind everything
And it was at that moment that I went insane

Cause I figured: why bother doing anything again
I didn't understand my thoughts
Revealing themselves to be the truth behind everything
I’d ever wanted to believe revealed itself to be

I stood up... crushed... my head.. .&&&... &&&
There are things which we feel to be so terrificly true
that they're all but madness for any good man and his own proper character

I've just discovered the meaning of life!

I've just discovered the meaning of life!

I've just discovered the meaning of life!

I've just discovered the meaning of life!

[CharlieBigPpotato]

Kollaa Kestää - Jäähyväiset aseille

Tänään jaksan nousta seisomaan
tänään jaksan itseäni katsoa
En tarvitse enää peilejä
en haarniskaa joko kulkua vaikeuttaa
Tänään aion lähteä maailmaan
tänään tietäni kulkemaan
Eivät riitä enää maalaukset
tahdon nähdä mitä on niiden takana

Jäähyväiset valheille joihin uskottiin
Jäähyväiset puheille joilla synnit sovitettiin
Jäähyväiset aseille joilla elämää suojellaan
Jäähyväiset aseille joilla elämä tuhotaan

Kuin lintu on luotu lentämään
on ihminen luotu onneen
Kun ei pelkää itseään
ei pelkää myöskään elää elämää
Maailma on salaisuuksia täynnä
joka hetkessä asuu ikuisuus
joka kadulla asuu ihminen
sisällään sanoja tuntemattomia

Jäähyväiset laeille joihin maailma kahlittiin
Jäähyväiset rajoille joita liikaa pystytettiin
Jäähyväiset aseille joilla elämää suojellaan
Jäähyväiset aseille joilla elämä tuhotaan

Tänään jaksan nousta seisomaan
tänään lähden maailmaan
omaa tietäni kulkemaan
tahdon nähdä mitä on seinien takana
Tänään aloitan laulamaan
tänään soitellen sotaan
Soitellen sotaan
jossa ei tarvitse ketään vahingoittaa

Jäähyväiset aseille joihin uskottiin
Jäähyväiset aseille joilla synnit sovitettiin
Jäähyväiset aseille joilla elämää suojellaan
Jäähyväiset aseille joilla elämä tuhotaan
Jäähyväiset aseille joilla elämää suojellaan
Jäähyväiset aseille joilla elämä tuhotaan

[spasm]

Tollasella kamalla se Zappa makso ne kokeellisemmat biisit...

totta

Joo. Olihan Bobby Brown sentään peräti listaykkönen Norjassa

[sxoxyvg]

Goon - Tyhmä ihminen

VIHAAN tuota goonin laulajaa ja paskoja lyriikoita. Musiikki muuten olisi jees mutta laulaja pilaa kaiken. Tämä on sitten Oikea Mielipide(tm)

Amebix - No Gods, No Masters

Your god is your chains
Reject your god reject your system
Do you really want your freedom

[aphos]

Tool - Rosetta Stoned (vaikka onkin yliarvostettu bändi)

Alrighty, then ... picture this if you will.

10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes,
in my "need to know" pose, just outside of Area 51
Contemplating the whole "chosen people" thingy
when a flaming stealth banana split the sky
like one would hope but never really expect
to see in a place like this.
Cutting right angle donuts on a dime
and stopping right at my Birkenstocks,
and me yelping...

Holy f**king shit!

Then the X-Files being,
Looking like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan
with Isabella Rossellini lips, and breath that reeked of
vanilla Chig Champa
Did a slow-mo Matrix descent
Outta the butt end of the banana vessel
And hovered above my bug-eyes, my gaping jaw,
and my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip,
and all I could think was:
"I hope Uncle Martin here doesn't notice
that I pissed my f**kin' pants."

So light in his way,
Like an apparition, [that]
He had me crying out,
"F**k me
It's gotta be
the Deadhead Chemistry
The blotter got [right] on top of me
Got me seein' E-motherf**kin'-T!"

Tuossa osa, koko teksti on niin pitkä, etten viitsi sitä tänne postata.. Krispy Kremes..WTF? Vitun kova biisi

[Dalph]

Krispy Kremes..WTF?

Taitaa olla tunnettu donitsimerkki Amerikassa. Toolin lyriikat on kyllä mahtavia.

[Asidyyli]

Sanoituksia 60-luvulta, 13th Floor Elevatorsia... Keskinkertaisia mutta silti kiehtovia (toki pitkälti Roky Eriksonin laulutyylistä johtuen, tyyppi kun välillä ulvoo kuin luolamies, välillä henkäilee niin valaistuneena niin valaistuneena, että voi kuvitella miten tyypin silmät ovat seisoneet päässä studiossa).

REVERBARATION

Well, you finally find your helpless mind,
is trapped inside your skin.
You want to leave,
but you believe you won't get back again.
You only know ,
you have to go but still you can't get out.
You try and try,
you die and die.
You're stopped by your own doubt.
Reverberation,
reverberation.
You find no peace,
it doesn't cease,
it's deadly irritation.
It keeps you blind,
it's there behind,
your every hesitation.
It holds your thought,
your mind is caught,
your fixed with fascination.
You think you'll die,
it's just a lie,
it's backward elevation!
Reverberation,
reverberation.
You see reverberation,
in your latest incarnation,
You think it's a sensation,
but it's just reverberation.
You start to serve,
the downward curve,
that catches up your fears.
Each thing you do,
comes home to you,
and pounds inside your ears.
Your start to fight against the night,
that screams inside your mind.
When something black it answers back,
and grabs you from behind!
Reverberation,
echoing through your brain.
Reverberation,
driving your mind insane.
Reverberation,
causing your blood to drain,
leaving just charred remains.


YOU DON'T KNOW (How Young You Are)

There you are again,
standing down below me,
I honestly believe that there is something,
you could show me
While deep within your mind is what,
you give to even know me
While you don't know,
You don't know,
You don't know how young you are

Her eyes are filled with coral snakes
and liquid plastic castles,
Her daily life revolves,
around a thousand petty hassles,
twenty dogs and windowpanes,
and papered silver tassles

You don't know
You don't know
You don't know how young you are

If I knew whats right for you,
you would not be without it
And if I knew the truth for you,
I'd surely stand and shout it,
There’s better things that you could be,
There is no doubt about it

And you don't know,
You don't know
You don't know how young you are

You don't know, You don't know
how young you are now
You don't know
how young you are now

You don't know
how young you are now
You don't know
how young you are now
You don't know
how young you are now
You don't know
how young you are now

pahoittelut vielä nälkävuoden mittaisesta Slip Inside This Housesta, mutta biisi nyt vaan on niiiin ässä:

SLIP INSIDE THIS HOUSE

Bedoin tribes ascending
From the egg into the flower,
Alpha information sending
State within the heaven shower
From disciples the unending
Subtleties of river power
They slip inside this house as they pass by

If your limbs begin dissolving
In the water that you tread
All surroundings are evolving
In the stream that clears your head
Find yourself a caravan
Like Noah must have led
And slip inside this house as you pass by.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

True conception, knowing why
Brings even more than meets the eye
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

In this dark we call creation
We can be and feel and know
From an effort, comfort station
That's surviving on the go
There's infinite survival in
The high baptismal glow.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

There is no season when you are grown
You are always risen from the seeds you've sown
There is no reason to rise alone
Other stories given have sages of their own.

Live where your heart can be given
And your life starts to unfold
In the forms you envision
In this dream that's ages old
On the river layer is the only sayer
You receive all you can hold
Like you've been told.

Every day's another dawning
Give the morning winds a chance
Always catch your thunder yawning
Lift your mind into the dance
Sweep the shadows from your awning
Shrink the fourfold circumstance
That lies outside this house don't pass it by.

Higher worlds that you uncover
Light the path you want to roam
You compare there and discover
You won't need a shell of foam
Twice born gypsies care and keep
The nowhere of their former home
They slip inside this house as they pass by.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

You think you can't, you wish you could
I know you can, I wish you would
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

Four and twenty birds of Maya
Baked into an atom you
Polarized into existence
Magnet heart from red to blue
To such extent the realm of dark
Within the picture it seems true
But slip inside this house and then decide.

All your lightning waits inside you
Travel it along your spine
Seven stars receive your visit
Seven seals remain divine
Seven churches filled with spirit,
Treasure from the angels' mine
Slip inside this house as you pass by.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

The space you make has your own laws
No longer human gods are cause
The center of this house will never die.

There is no season when you are grown
You are always risen from the seeds you've sown
There is no reason to rise alone
Other stories given have sages of their own.

Draw from the well of unchanging
Its union nourishes on
In the right re-arranging
Till the last confusion is gone
Water-brothers trust in the ultimust
Of the always singing song they pass along.

One-eyed men aren't really reigning
They just march in place until
Two-eyed men with mystery training
Finally feel the power fill
Three-eyed men are not complaining.
They can yo-yo where they will
They slip inside this house as they pass by.
Don't pass it by.

[Touchet]

Joanna Newsom - Sawdust & Diamonds

From the top of the flight
Of the wide, white stairs,
Through the rest of my life,
Do you wait for me there?

There’s a bell in my ears.
There’s the wide, white roar.
Drop a bell down the stairs.
Hear it fall forevermore.

Drop a bell off of the dock.
Blot it out in the sea.
Drowning mute as a rock;
Sounding mutiny.

There’s a light in the wings, it's this system of strings,
From the side, while they swing—
See the wires, the wires, the wires.
And the articulation in our elbows and knees
Makes us buckle;
We couple in endless increase
As the audience admires.

And the little white dove,
Made with love, made with love;
Made with glue, and a glove, and some pliers

Swings a low sickle arc, from its perch in the dark:
Settle down, settle down, my desire.

And the moment I slept, I was swept up in a terrible tremor.
Tough no longer bereft, how I shook! And I couldn’t remember.
Then the furthermost shake drove a murthering stake in,
And cleft me right down through my centre.
And I shouldn’t say so, but I knew that it was then, or never.

Push me back into a tree.
Bind my buttons with salt.
Fill my long ears with bees
Praying please please please love
You ought not
No you ought not

Then the system of strings tugs at the tip of my wings
(cut from cardboard and old magazines):
Makes me warble and rise, like a sparrow.
And in the place where I stood, there is a circle of wood—
A cord or two—which you chop, and you stack in your barrow.
It is terribly good to carry water and chop wood,
Streaked with soot, heavy-booted and wild-eyed;
As I crash through the rafters,
And the ropes and the pulleys trail after
And the holiest belfry burns sky-high.

Then the slow lip of fire moves across the prairie with precision,
While, somewhere, with your pliers and glue, you make your first incision.
And in a moment of almost-unbearable vision,
Doubled over with the hunger of lions,
Hold me close, cooed the dove,
Who was stuffed, now, with sawdust and diamonds.

I wanted to say: Why the long face.
Sparrow, perch and play songs of long face.
Burro, buck and bray songs of long face!
Sing, I will swallow your sadness, and eat your cold clay,
Just to lift your long face;
And though it may be madness, I will take to the grave
Your precious longface.
And though our bones they may break, and our souls separate—
Why the long face?
And though our bodies recoil from the grip of the soil—
Why the long face?

In the through of the waves,
Which are pawing like dogs,
Pitch we, pale-faced and grave,
As I write in my log.

Then I hear a noise from the hull,
Seven days out to sea.
It is that damnable bell!
And it tolls—well, I believe that it tolls—for me.
It tolls for me.

Though my wrists and my waist seemed so easy to break,
Still, my dear, I’d have walked you to the very edge of the water.
And they will recognise all the lines of your face
In the face of the daughter of the daughter of my daughter.

Darling, we will be fine; but what was yours and mine
Appears to me a sandcastle
That the gibbering wave takes.
But if it’s all just the same, then will you say my same;
Say my name in the morning, so I know when the wave breaks.

I wasn’t born of a whistle, or milked from a thistle at twilight.
No; I was all horns and thorns, sprung out fully formed, knock-kneed and upright.

So: enough of this terror.
We deserve to know light,
And grow evermore lighter and lighter.
You would have seen me through,
But I could not undo that desire.

From the top of the flight
Of the wide, white stairs
Through the rest of my life
Do you wait for me there?

[Touchet]

Muutama pätkä Jandekin uusimmalta albumilta Brooklyn Wednesday. Nää meni suoraan päähän.

Destroy The Day:

I go to sleep at night
Not knowing who I am
It's only a way to destroy the day
Take the light and cast it away
Throw away the day and don't know who you are
I reccomend the swampy heat
And the blizzard in the cold
Illumned by the dance
And the red river late afternoon
Where I lose reality
Or maybe gain something
Down amongst the dust that gathers on the floor
I'll cling to my illusion
That there's more than one plural
I'm just waiting for the next level
Stop and I'll get up here
Cancel all that was
And destroy the day
There must be some virtue to my world
If I could talk to you I would
But I'm so busy not knowing who I am
I wouldn't have it any other way
It's my stratosphere I know how to be
After I destroy the day
Help me up
I've got to go down
To another floor
The ground is only the top of the bottom
You can search for salvation
You can take it like it is
And agree you have been saved
Whatever you say
It's just another way
To destroy the day

Lonely World:

When a lonely world comes down
And the day looks bleak
And the "what am I?" syndrome clouds over me
The helpless realization
Can I pass this time
The excited moments gone
The trailblazing at an end
Reality of nowhere smashing in my face
What did I think was good
The blind spot dropped away
It's the same nothing it was
The end of the ride is here
Guess I'll go get drunk again
What else is new?
If you can feel your joy
That's just the way you are
Hope you never come over here
We'd just both be dissapointed
I don't need no more of that
Got my own dead life here

[Asidyyli]

Get stoned in a different place
Don't you know I got bad taste

Porkkana sille joka keksii msitä tuo tyhmän simppeli mutta silti tavallaan häiritsevän "witty/catchy" two-liner on peräisin.

[Miasma]

Happy Mondays - Loose fit?

[CharlieBigPpotato]

Steen1 - Sinisiä rappuja ja punaisia hintalappuja


"Nii hei, Liukas, ku sun ei kannata ryhtyä farmaseutiks. Ihan oikeesti. Jos sä saat ostettuu jonkun hyvän dvd:n tai töllön tai videon tai jotain, se on ihan jees, mut ei kannata ruveta heittää tietsä semmost settii et sä oisit aina valmis ostaa niit, kato ku muuten se menee siihen et sulle soitetaan vittu koko aika, keskel vitun yötä ja sä et saa hetken rauhaa ja sulle tullaan myymään kaikkee vitun skeidaa, loppupeleis se homma menee siihen tietsä et vittu et sä et saa nukkuu hetkeekään ja sul on kämppä täynnä pöllittyi mountain bikejä..."

Jos sulla on huumeongelma, sä asut Kontulassa, jos sä oot somalialainen, niin silloin Merirastilassa. Samaan aikaan mu mä pistän tätä paskaa purkkiin, hallitus tunkee kaikki syrjäytyneet nurkkiin.

Halvat stadin kämpät idäs, ei voi sanoo sattumaksi. Avohoitopotilaita pyörii täällä riesaks asti. Jengi douppaa, eikä kukaan haluu puuttuu. Voitsä pysyy kuivilla, ku naapuri pitää huumeluukkuu?

Douppikin on nykyään niin vitun vaarallista ja kallista. Mut ryssämafia pitää virkamiehii vittu palleista. Pienet jää tulliin, isot pääsee sisään. Ruskee minigrippipussi taas matkal kohti itää.

Eikä ketään kiinnosta, kuka vittu sitä käyttää. Parhaat frenditkin on nistejä, ketä mä voin syyttää? Jengi metskailee idäs punasii hintalappuja. Kuin sieniä sateel syntyy sinisiä vitun rappuja.

Muistoksi niille, joita kukaan ei ees muista. Niille, joiden numerot mä kännykästä poistan. Muistoksi numeroille huumetilastoissa. Jos sä oot seuraava, niin vittu lisää ittes listaan.

Muistoksi niille, joita kukaan ei ees muista. Niille, joiden numerot mä kännykästä poistan. Muistoksi numeroille huumetilastoissa. Jos sä oot vittu seuraava, niin lisää ittes listaan.

Hagaki, joka aina hengas Tallinnanaukiolla, mä kuulin, et se delas viime viikolla. Jätkälle tuli noutaja 21 vitun vuotiaana, se kerrostalon rapusta löydettiin kuolleena.

Hagan ja monet muut on vieny heroiini. Mitään se ei anna, mut siihen tahtoo jäädä kiinni. Loppuaikoina Haga alkoi näyttää aika pahalta, luut paisto läpi, liha alkoi näyttää nahalta.

Viime kesänä Haga vihjas mulle siihen suuntaan, et jos doupinveto jatkuu, se joutuu vaihtaa hiippakuntaa. Katkolle ja takaisin, heroiini voitti. Huumeet vei loppuun sen, minkä ne aloitti.

Mä sen takaan, ettei itä unohda Hagaa. Mut huumeet voi tappaa myös toisellakin tapaa. Silloin et voi paeta tai apuun pyytää lakia. Sendiki pantiin kylmäks vitun douppivelan takia.

Jos tuut kyttii puolustelee, voit pitää suus kii, kytät tappaa ihmisiä siinä missä muutki. Petskunki ne ampu tielle Ala-Vesalaan. Mut eihän kytät saa syytettä, eihän kytät joudu vankilaan!

Muistoksi niille, joita kukaan ei ees muista. Niille, joiden numerot mä kännykästä poistan. Muistoksi numeroille huumetilastoissa. Jos sä oot seuraava, niin vittu lisää ittes listaan.

Muistoksi niille, joita kukaan ei ees muista. Niille, joiden numerot mä kännykästä poistan. Muistoksi numeroille huumetilastoissa. Jos sä oot vittu seuraava, niin lisää ittes listaan.

Hengitä ulos, hengitä sisään. Jengii on kuollu ja delaa koko ajan lisää. Se on vittu sitä, kun on päässy tähän ikään. Eikä vittu auta mikää ku oot syntyny itää.

Miksei kaikkia huumeita vois suoraan laillistaa? Miksei niitä voi reseptil apteekista poistaa? Järjestäytynyt rikollisuus kasvaa ja kukoistaa ja epäpuhtaat huumeet siivoo narkkarit jaloista.

Nyt huumemassit käärii taskuun joku vitun Hassan. Kun nekin massit vois pistää oman valtion kassaan. Hinnat pysyy korkeella, itämafia diggaa ja samalla jengi huumerikollisuudesta vittu valittaa.

Eikä kukaan ota selvää, mistä kenkä puristaa, Ville Itälä pitäis ampuu, puukottaa ja kuristaa. Mä en syytä kohtaloo, jumalaa, edes sallimusta. Mä syytän Suomen valtioo ja vitun hallitusta.

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Muistoksi niille, joita kukaan ei ees muista. Niille, joiden numerot mä kännykästä poistan. Muistoksi numeroille huumetilastoissa. Jos sä oot vittu seuraava, niin lisää ittes listaan.

[CharlieBigPpotato]

Happy Mondays - Loose Fit

Has to be a loose fit
Has to be a loose fit

Go on move in it, go on do your bit
Small, Big take your pick
Doesn't have to be legit

It' s gotta be a loose fit
It' s gotta be a loose fit

Don't need no skin tights in my wardrobe today
Fold them all up and put them all away
Won't be no misfit in my household today
Pick them all out and send them on their way
Do what you're doing, say what you're saying
Go where you're going, think what you're thinking
Sounds good to me

Don't know what you saw, but you know it's against the law
And you know that you want some more
I've heard it all before
Gonna buy an airforce base
Gonna wipe out your race
Get stoned in a different place
Don't you know I got better taste
Do what you're doing, say what you're saying
Go where you're going, think what you're thinking
It sound good to me

Do what you're doing, spend what you're owing
Pay what you're paying, look where you're going
Say what you're thinking, kill who you're killing
Sing if you're singing, speak if you're speaking
Sounds good to me

[CharlieBigPpotato]

Kuusumun profeetta - Ei aurinko milloinkaan laske

Ei aurinko milloinkaan laske
Ei kuut ja tähdet päivien valoksi katoa
Ei sateet viimat ja tuulet ole ketään varten enempää kuin muitakaan
On hiljaisuus ja öinen huuto
Pauhua saman häkeltyneen sielun
Joka kysymykseensä polvillensa on kumartuneena pyhättöin
Karuun tuomion kiveen

Onko perimmäistä totuutta
Joka oikeaoppisuutta muita enemmän ylistäisi
Onko ajatuksia ja tekoja jotka pelastaisivat hairahtujat heiltä itseltään
Kuka kaiken päätyttyä voi sanoa
Olleensa oikeammassa kuin muut
Koska ymmärsi himon heikkouden ikuisen syöksevän kiron
Alun alkaen syntyessään

Löytyykö Graalin maljan sijaan
Sittenkin enkelten puhelin valkoinen
Jolla taivaaseen soittaa vois ja anoa oikeuksia vuoksi surkeiden kohtaloiden
Kuuleeko jokin niin suuri
Muuta kuin ulvovaa galaksia sortuvaa
Kun niin valtava sormi viimein tuomiten osoittaa
Tarkoittaako se keitä
Vaiko kaikkea olevaa

Ymmärtääkö elämä meissä sittenkään itseään
Emmekö me laukausta pistoliin edessämme viimeinkään nää
Olemmeko vain eksyneet lampaat
Jotka niityllä paimenta etsien käyvät
Oliko Jeesus Kristus yksi heistä
Vaiko ainoastaan
Yksi meistä

Onko juoksevissa puroissa
Tosiaankin niin paljon kimaltavaa kultaa
Että sillä voisi ostaa itselleen polttavan tulen oikeudet merten sekä taivaan
Onko jalokiviä niin paljon
Että ne jokaisen kuninkaan rihkamaan riittää
Onko niitä niin paljon että ne voisivat pelastaa
Lopultakaan mitään

Toivon hetki menetettäväksi on liian kallis
Siksi taistelu julistettiin
Taistelun päätyttyä nautitaan viimeisellä ehtoollisella se mitä sinne tuotiin
Kuka kiipesi huipulle korkeimman tornin
Kuka rohkeudestaan muistetaan
Kuka peloissaan pienuuteensa kuihtui
Kuka syntynyt ei tälle puolen ollenkaan

On niin yksinkertaista
Uskotella olevansa päivä joka ei milloinkaan laske
Olla kaukaisten hailakkain vuorten takaa nouseva säteinen paiste
On niin vaikeaa
Myöntää olevansa vain satunnainen kuiskaus
Olla päivänkajo joka aina likempänä kuin aamua
On hiipuvaa iltaa

[CharlieBigPpotato]

The Doors - The End

This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend
The end of our elaborate plans
The end of everything that stands
The end

No safety or surprise
The end
I'll never look into your eyes again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need of some stranger's hand
In a desperate land

Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway West, baby

Ride the snake
Ride the snake
To the lake
To the lake

The ancient lake, baby
The snake is long
Seven miles
Ride the snake

He's old
And his skin is cold
The West is the best
The West is the best
Get here and we'll do the rest

The blue bus is calling us
The blue bus is calling us
Driver, where are you taking us?

The killer awoke before dawn
He put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall

He went into the room where his sister lived
And then he paid a visit to his brother
And then he walked on down the hall
And he came to a door
And he looked inside
Father
Yes son?
I want to kill you
Mother, I want to. . .

C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock on a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock C'mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend
The end

It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me

The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

This is the end

[Miasma]

Tom Waits - House Where Nobody Lives

There's a house on my block
That's abandoned and cold
Folks moved out of it a
Long time ago
And they took all their things
And they never came back
Looks like it's haunted
With the windows all cracked
And everyone call it
The house, the house where
Nobody lives

Once it held laughter
Once it held dreams
Did they throw it away
Did they know what it means
Did someone's heart break
Or did someone do somebody wrong?

Well the paint was all cracked
It was peeled off of the wood
Papers were stacked on the porch
Where I stood
And the weeds had grown up
Just as high as the door
There were birds in the chimney
And an old chest of drawers
Looks like no one will ever
Come back to the
House were nobody lives

Once it held laughter
Once it held dreams
Did they throw it away
Did they know what it means
Did someone's heart break
Or did someone do someone wrong?
So if you find someone
Someone to have, someone to hold
Don't trade it for silver
Don't trade it for gold
I have all of life's treasures
And they are fine and they are good
They remind me that houses
Are just made of wood
What makes a house grand
Ain't the roof or the doors
If there's love in a house
It's a palace for sure
Without love...
It ain't nothin but a house
A house where nobody lives
Without love it ain't nothin
But a house, a house where
Nobody lives.

[Touchet]

Coil - The Dreamer is Still Asleep

Hush;
may I ask you all for silence?
The dreamer is still asleep
May the goddess keep us from single vision
And you to sleep

The dreamer is still asleep
The dreamer is still asleep
He's inventing landscapes in their magnetic field
Working out a means of escape
We'll cut across the crop circles

The seer says no
Not much time left for these escape attempts
Look at it this way
In ten years' time
Who'll care? Who'll even remember?
One dies like that, deep within it
Almost inside it
It's there for a reason

I'll give you my old address
And take that little book
To tear and cut the paper

The beginning is also the end
Time defines it, time defines it
It will end
Like close friendship
Nothing could be further
We forget the space between people and things
Is empty
We forget, and don't notice the loss

Crossing into venerable degeneration
It's that radiant pollution
The god with the silver hands surveys this vast contamination
The dreamer is still dreaming
The dreamer is still dreaming

In the heart of your heart
Your eye remains
Is that hurt you? Is that blister you call loveless?
Your whole life is a cold slow shock
Your whole life is a cold slow shock

Take all your time
Track the shabby shadow down
Through hissy mists of history

The dreamer is still dreaming
The dreamer is still dreaming

Hush; may I ask you all for silence?
Will he wake in time to catch the sunset?
Hush; may I ask you all for silent?
May I ask you all for silent?

...

Okei
nää on ne
parhaat sanoitukset biisissä.

[Asidyyli]

Ai, se olikin "Better Taste", misheard...

[Asidyyli]

CURRENT 93: Hitler As Kalki

These are the dregs
The last grains of the age
It may be the hourglass
Or earth covering earth
But not in Bethlehem
Not in Jerusalem
Not in Chorazaim
And not in Bethsaida
We will not again see
God humbled on an ass
But see
See
On a white horse he comes
Blazing sword in burning hand
"Lo, I am become death
The destroyer of worlds"
His hands are backed up
They're straining at his neck
What colour shall we rank in him?
What face shall we deliver him?
There may be the black dog
There may be the white dog
Hitler comes as Kalki
Kalki comes as Hitler
Teeth. Teeth. Teeth. Teeth.

But meaningless lights
Still hold our attention
We think that the holy books
Are written in blood and fire
But what if it's water?
The fire's turned to blood
The blood's turned to water
And the water's turned to what?
Milk? Piss? Lies? Dust?
Hitler comes as Kalki
Kalki comes as Hitler
Everything becomes emptiness
But goes through fire
Secret mother (gsang yum chen mo)
Secret fater (gsang yab chen po)

Hitler becomes Kalki
Kalki becomes Hitler
White horse and red horse
Christ twists on the cross
Christ smiles in the guttering rubble
He brings not peace but a sword
Maybe the ocean roars immaculate
Maybe the stars fall incomprehensible
Oh these all tell me
These all spell to me
Hitler as Kalki
Kalki as Hitler

Where's your god now?
I'll point out his varied forms to you:
One: He hangs on the end of a tree
Two: He's nailed to the arms
Of that self-same tree
And three: He spins and soars
And laughs through space
One day the world sees
Oh one day the world sees
Hitler as Kalki
Kalki as Hitler

He lies matted
Half in time and half in space
Through the rising incense smoke
I see him in a crouded room
I see him crossing the mountain range
If we see man at his most bloody
If we see man at his most base
Shall we then and there say
"This is reality; this is his nature"?
what makes the pain
More real than the joy?
Both are so mignled
And muddied together
To pull them apart
We butcher the essence
And cripple its meaning

God is on the cross
Or three gods perhaps
If they are all one
Neither coming nor going
Neither waxing nor waning
But immense in their unity
Matter and space
He rides between the spaces
And he rides between the pain
In the secret heart of becoming
In the secret modes of darkness
His eyes are now shuttered windows
Oh man man man man
With his claws and his lies
With his peace and his pain
With his love and his sorrow
With his candle of hope
That stutters and dies
No liberation through hearing
When the sound of the world's collapsing
Deafens deafens deafens our ears
And pierces our hearts

Hitler as Kalki
Kalki as Hitler
Rolling and roaring
Exultant and trembling
Sorrow sorrow sorrow
Where the eagle flies
Where the eagle shudders
Where the eagle drops
Where the eagle plummets
All things merging
And all things dissolving
Then stars collapse
The vortex commences in space
The rubble collects
The debris gathers
Time starts to shiver
By heart's blood

If I dissolve into your body
If I hoped to find
White light in your soul
If together we fall into forever
Would we not notice the turbulence
That no longer waits?

First he comes
From on a hill
Then he's running
Throughout the town
Then he stands
Devoid of peace
Devoid of place
Devoid of pity

Oh my dear Christ
Carried broken from sad brown earth
Teeth. Teeth. Teeth. Teeth. Teeth.
Hitler as Kalki
Kalki as Hitler
Hitler
Kalki

[Touchet]

JIIIIHAAAD!

[Touchet]

Aesop Rock - Daylight

(yes y'all and ya don't stop keep on to the break of dawn)

Yo... Put one up to shackle me, not clean logic procreation
I did not invent the wheel I was the crooked spoke adjacent
While the triple sixers lassos keep angels roped in the basement
I walk the block with a halo and a stick poking your patience
Ya'll catch a 30 second flash visual
Dirty cooperative net platoon bloom head trip split ridiculous
Fathom the splicing of first generation
Fuck up or trickle down anti hero smack (Cracking!)
I paste the game to zero hour completion green (Splash!)
Duke of early retirement pick a dream
American nightmare hogging the screen
I'll hold the door open so you can stumble in
if you'd stop following me around the jungle gym
Now it's an honor and I spell it with the 'H' I stole from heritage
Merit crutch stolen wretched refuse of my teeming resonance
I promise temperance towards breed with a leaning conscience
Here the creed acts since responsive but my sports supports the wattage
And I'm sleeping now (Wow!) yeah the settlers laugh
You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash
You won't be laughing when the buzzards drag your brother's flags into rags
You won't be laughing when your front lawn is spangled with epitaphs
Dont be laughing!
And I hang my boots to rest when I'm impressed
So I triple knot them and forgot them
This origami dream is beautiful
but man those wings will never leave the ground
Without a feather and a lottery ticket, now settle down

All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way...

(yes, yes, y'all, you don't stop, keep on to the break of dawn)

Slacker bound emit a tabloid headline with a pulse
Shimmy cross the centerfold, and a dead time engulfed
Diddy crumbs for the better souls with seven deadly stains
To hear the blame to crystal conscience
To results a low life counting on one hand what he's accomplished
Ok, link me to activism chain activate street sweep
Plug deteriorating Xenobit Pendragon
I hock swords cores for the morbid spreading of mad men
(alley gospel)
Sinking their lincoln-log cabin and Charlie Chaplin waddle
I could zig zag and zig 'em again for the bashed dreams
Sparking in my brick wall windows another thick installment
Of one night in Gotham without the wretched (trench in)
Houston we have a problem
Attached to a infested batch of city goblins
Who split holiday freak on a box cut cinema high road bellow
Head rips Watch red bricks turn yellow
Sort of similar to most backbones at camp Icarus
Raw feeling crimes congregating at pamper for bickering
Life's not a bitch life is a beautiful woman
Your only call her a bitch because she won't let you get that pussy
Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests
Or maybe you're just an asshole who couldn't sweet talk the princess
Kiss the speaker wire, Peter Passivism peggin' threshold
Stomach full of halo kibbles
Wings span cast black upon visuals hear the duck hunt ticker tape
Vision and pick apart the pixels
I got a friend of polar nature and it's all peace
When I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feast
Metal Captain!
This cat is asking if I've seen his little lost passion
I told him: "Yeah, but only when I pedaled past him"

All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way...

[Touchet]

Coil - Windowpane

In the sky and in the eye and
In the sky and in the eye and...
If you want to
touch the sky
Just put a window
in your eye
See the sun and
See the rain
See the window
See the pain
See the sun and
See the rain
See the birds eye
See the brain
Ancient cities
Rise again
See microscopic
See world view
See the future
Leaking through
See the person
Who once was you
See the seashore and
See the sand
See the windows
In your hand
See the Lie
Gold is the sky
In concentrate
Power in its purest state
Power surge
Power will rise
Through the windows and
Through the skies
Misrule is kind.
See the sky and
See the eye and
See the sky and
In your hand in the sky
And in your eye
See the sky in your hand
See the sky and understand
Gold is the sky
In concentrate
Power in its purest state
Power will rise
Power will fly
Through the window
Through your eye
Gold is the sky
Riches, treasures, riches
Richard's treasures
Riches, treasures, riches
Gold is the sky
In concentrate
Power in its purest state
Power will rise
Power will fly
Through the window and
Through your eye
Gold is the sky

musavideo

[CharlieBigPpotato]

The Mission - Wasteland

There's a crystal view from my window
And I can see years to come
I live for the burn and the sting of pleasure
I live for the sword, the steel, and the gun
I can tear down the walls, storm them barricades
Run to the place where the frightened crawl
Desire lurks beyond good and evil
So dance on the graves where the hammer falls

Over this land
All over this wasteland
Over this land
All over this wasteland

You can touch, but please keep your distance
You're innocent and pure and with no shame
The spirit is willing, and the flesh is great
Your teasing your torment with the pleasure of pain

Heaven and Hell, I know them well
But I haven't yet made my choice
I'm feeling dead 'cause I'm shouting loud
And NO ONE can hear my voice
Walking the tightwire, can't look down
Strung out high, above you all
Faithful wind blows through this land
Howls my name, Hell is my fall.

[jakoavain]

np: King Crimson - Three Of Perfect Pair "Three Of Perfect Pair"

She is susceptible
he is impossible
they have their cross to share
three of a perfect pair...
he has his contradicting views
she has her cyclothymic moods
they make a study in despair
three of a perfect pair...

one, one too many
schizophrenic tendencies
keeps it complicated
keeps it agggravated
and full of this hopelessness
what a perfect mess...

Monta kertaa kuulee termin "proge" mut sen asian vasta tajuaa kun kuuntelee King Crimsonin kaltasta musiikkia. True progea.

[Touchet]

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Nobody's Baby Now

I've searched the holy books
I tried to unravel the mystery of Jesus Christ, the saviour
I've read the poets and the analysts
Searched through the books on human behaviour
I travelled this world around
For an answer that refused to be found
I don't know why and I don't know how
But she's nobody's baby now

I loved her then and I guess I love her still
Hers is the face I see when a certain mood moves in
She lives in my blood and skin
Her wild feral stare, her dark hair
Her winter lips as cold as stone
Yeah, I was her man
But there are some things love won't allow
I held her hand but I don't hold it now
I don't know why and I don't know how
But she's nobody's baby now

This is her dress that I loved best
With the blue quilted violets across the breast
And these are my many letters
Torn to pieces by her long-fingered hand
I was her cruel-hearted man
And though I've tried to lay her ghost down
She's moving through me, even now
I don't know why and I don't know how
But she's nobody's baby now
She's nobody's baby now
Nobody's baby now
She's nobody's baby now

[jakoavain]

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Nobody's Baby Now

Tykkäsin lyriikoista, mut biisinä aika takerteleva tos alus (:

Pink Floyd - Time & Money

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.

Money, get away.
Get a good job with good pay and you're okay.
Money, it's a gas.
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash.
New car, caviar, four star daydream,
Think I'll buy me a football team.

Money, get back.
I'm all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack.
Money, it's a hit.
Don't give me that do goody good bullshit.
I'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a Lear jet.

Money, it's a crime.
Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie.
Money, so they say
Is the root of all evil today.
But if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they're
giving none away.

"HuHuh! I was in the right!"
"Yes, absolutely in the right!"
"I certainly was in the right!"
"You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a
bruising!"
"Yeah!"
"Why does anyone do anything?"
"I don't know, I was really drunk at the time!"
"I was just telling him, he couldn't get into number 2. He was asking
why he wasn't coming up on freely, after I was yelling and
screaming and telling him why he wasn't coming up on freely.
It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out"

Kaikki nyt varmaan tietävät Pink Floydin mutta tykkään vaan niin paljon noista hyvistä vertauskuvista mitä on Floyd täynnä. Ne saa todella ajattelemaan.. Epäilen kyllä tätä topicin toimivuutta, monikohan oikeasti lukee lyriikat?