Parhaat sanoitukset biisissä

[CharlieBigPpotato]

Joku aina lukee joskus.

The Lords of the New Church - Russian Roulette

I'm on a helicopter ride through Vietnam. I'm the Leicester Square
kid I'm superman. I'm putting weight for the Oscar. Man gonna
get through anyway I can. Everywhere everyone is red and green.
I gotta lust for glory and a tape machine. I'm living out Frank
Coppola's dreams. Outta my mind I'm feelin' mean. I'm Nuremberg
Stepper blowin' wets away. I gotta headful of Hendrix, I'm feelin'
OK. I'm a late night thriller, I'm miss La Ray. Outta my mind
can I come to play?
Hey hey hey we're in the movie. I feel up and I feel groovy.
Let's go out and get some of that. Gimme gimme gimme some Russian
Roulette. La la la.... I said hey.

[CharlieBigPpotato]

Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Do You Love Me? (Part 2)

Onward! And Onward! And Onward I go
Where no man before could be bothered to go
Till the soles of my shoes are shot full of holes
And it's all downhill with a bullet
This ramblin' and rovin' has taken it's course
I'm grazing with the dinosaurs and the dear old horses
And the city streets crack and a great hole forces
Me down with my soapbox, my pulpit
The theatre ceiling is silver star spangled
And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle


Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?


There's a man in the theatre with girlish eyes
Who's holding my childhood to ransom
On the screen there's a death,
there's a rustle of cloth
And a sickly voice calling me handsome
There's a man in the theatre with sly girlish eyes
On the screen there's an ape, a gorilla
There's a groan, there's a cough, there's a rustle of cloth
And a voice that stinks of death and vanilla
This is a secret, mauled and mangled
And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle

Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?


The walls in the ceiling are painted in blood
The lights go down, the red curtains come apart
The room is full of smoke and dialogue I know by heart
And the coins in my pocket jingle-jangle
As the great screen crackled and popped
And the clock of my boyhood was wound down and stopped
And my handsome little body oddly propped
And my trousers ride down to my ankles
Yes, onward! And upward!
And I'm off to find love
Do you love me? If you do, I'm thankful


Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?


This city is an ogre squatting by the river
It gives life but it takes it away, my youth
There comes a time when you just cannot deliver
This is a fact. This is a stone cold truth.
Do you love me? I love you, handsome.
But do you love me? Yes, I love you, you are handsome
Amongst the cogs and the wires, my youth
Vanilla breath and handsome apes with girlish eyes
Dreams that roam between truth and untruth
Memories that become monstrous lies
So onward! And Onward! And Onward I go!
Onward! And Upward! And I'm off to find love
With blue-black bracelets on my wrists and my ankles
And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle


Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?

[spasm]

Wigwam - Neron muistolle, hyvää yötä

"Jokainen sana merkitsee tunnetta,
erilaista ja samanlaista tunnetta eri sanalle.

Onko ihmiset määrätty kauaksi toisistaan
kohtalonsa päänsä päällä.
Jonne he eivät näe, josta he eivät kuule, mutta
jonne heidän ylevyytensä ja älynsä
voi heidät johdattaa?

Me tunnemme olevamme erilaisia kuin muut
ja olemmekin samanlaisia?
- On mahdotonta sanoa ja ehkä tietääkin,
mikä on vilpitöntä, mikä pettävää.
Siksi olemme samanlaisia!

Me tuhoamme maan altamme ja kuitenkin
lennämme etsimään uutta maata jalkojemme alle
- Mikä on se voima?

Älkää kuunnelko minua, jos ette voi.
Selittäkää kuten aina, ettette voi uskoutua,
sillä huomenna on tilipäivä

Kumpi on loogisempi ratkaisu, kumpi
epäloogisempi: eivät ne ratkaise mitään

Radikaali tai muotirobotti etsii epäloogista epäloogisuuden vuoksi,
kuten ihminen teatteria teatterin vuoksi;
ja sitä paitsi aikakirjat kertovat, paljastavat;

Yleinen mielipide ei etsi mitään: Se vain
tyytyy loogisuuteen

Ei ratkaisua! Ei paremmuutta!

Tuli lietsoo jakobiinin saappaita.
Ei Helvetin tuli. Ei helvetin tulta voi sanoa

Emmekö ole kuulleet abstrakteista käsitteistä?
Ritariperhonen hiipii kuin yöt varjoista.
Ainoa turva on metsä

Rakastamme luontoa yli kaiken,
vaikka emme myönnä sitä itsellemme
- Uskon, että olen väärässä edellisen lauseen suhteen,
jolloin väärässä merkitsee joustavaa käsitettä

Taipuisat sanat voi muotoilla ihmisille tunteiden pohjan,
tosin kaivossa on aina pohjavettä.
Uskokaa: kaikki sanat ovat taipuisia, ihmiset eivät.

Ne jotka väittävät (tietävät) tietävänsä, eivät tiedä:
ne tietävät, jotka eivät puhu "Jumalista".
Ne, jotka tietävät tietävänsä, eivät tiedä.
Ne tietävät, jotka tietävät, etteivät tiedä.

Ja minä tuijotin. Tuijotin lakkaamatta.
Sillä en halunnut kadottaa katseeni kosketusta siihen.
Olin jo varma onnistumisestani, kun minut katkaistiin.
Hän tiesi sen ja tunsi kuninkaan, joka antoi neuvoja luostarissa.
Hän kai tyydytti abbedissan ----nälän.

Katso! Tuo puu kukkii keskellä erämaata!
Se on jotain käsittämätöntä, suurta ja arvostettavaa.
Se on jotain käsittämättömän käsittämätöntä.
Suurta ja arvostettavaa.
---- Se ei tiedä, onko taivas Sininen vai punainen.
Silti se kukkii. Ja vaikka loukkaat sitä,
se ei ota loukkaustasi korviinsa,
joita yrittää peittää, koska sillä ei ole niitä.

Miksi ei-sanan voi niin helposti unohtaa?
---- Onko sellaisia persoonallisuuksia,
joiden tuntomerkit voidaan luetella;
jokainen ihminen on persoonallisuus.
Hyvä, että tiedämme: ei!

Kaikki huomasivat, että huusin äsken, eikä
tunteenpurkaus mielestäni ole fanaattisuutta.
Aina? Yhdentekevää.

Voitto vei taas mahdollisuudet ajatteluun,
syventymiseen, sitten kehitykseen.
Ei hyvältä näytä.

Älkää välittäkö minusta! Olen nyt alhaalla itsestäni
ja lähestyn tietoani sanoin, mutta pyydän,
olkaa enemmän yksin. Se on teille hyväksi."

[Touchet]

Saul Williams - Twice the First Time

I will not rhyme on tracks
niggas on a chain gang used to do that (Huh!) way back
I will not rhyme over tracks
niggas on a chain gang used to do that (Huh!) way back

Don't drop the beat on me
don't drop the beat no - ah
I am not the son of shaklak klack
I am before that
I am before!
I am before before
before Death is Eternity, after Death is Eternity
there is no Death there's only Eternity
and I be riding on the wings of Eternity like
CLA CLA CLA SHAKLAK KLACK!
GET ME THE FUCK OFF THIS TRACK!

As if the heart beat wasn't enough
they got us using drum machines now
the hums of the machines
tryin' to make our drums humdrums
tryin' to loot
our magic
instruments be political prisoners up inside computers
as if the heart were not enough
as if the heart were not enough

And as heart beats bring percussions
fallen trees bring repercussions
cities play upon our souls like broken drums
redrum the essence of creation from city slums
but city slums mute our drums and our drums become humdrums
cuz city slums have never been where our drums are from
just the place where our daughters and sons become
offbeat heartbeats
slaves to city streets
and hearts get broken and heartbeats stop
broken heartbeats become breakbeats for niggas to rhyme on top, but..

I won't rhyme on top no track
niggas on a chain gang used to do that (Huh!) way back
I won't rhyme over tracks
niggas on a chain gang used to do that (Huh!) way back

Don't drop the beat no
don't drop the beat noooo

Not untill you've listen to Rakim on a rocky mountain top
have you heard hip hop?
Extract the urban element that created it
and let a open wide country side illustrate it
riding in a freight train
in the freezing rain
listening to Coltrane
my reality went insane
and I think I saw Jesus
he was playing hopscotch with Betty Carter
who was cursing him out in a scat-like gibberish for not saying 'butterfingers'
and my fingers run through grains of sand
like seeds of time
the pains of man
the frames of mind
which built these frames
which is the structure of my urban superstructure
the trains and planes can corrupt and obstruct your planes of thought
so that you forget how to walk through the woods
which ain't good cuz you ain't never walked through the trees
listenin' Nobody Beats the Biz and
You ain't never heard hip hop.

And you must stop that damn track from going...

Please don't drop the beat!
Don't drop the beat nooo
and...

I will not rhyme on track
niggas on a chain gang used to do that (Huh!) way back
I will not rhyme on tracks
niggas on a chain gang used to do that (Huh!) way back

Don't drop the beat noooo
don't drop the beat no
don't drop the beat no
don't drop the beat
heartbeat
my heartbeat
goes on
and on
and on...

[Chaugnar Faugn]

Death In June - Rose Clouds Of Holocaust


Rose clouds of holocaust
Rose clouds of lies
Rose clouds of bitter
Bitter, bitter lies

And, when the angels of
Ignorance
Fall down from your eyes
Rose clouds of holocaust
Rose clouds of lies...

Rose clouds of
Twilight truth
Rose clouds of night
Rose clouds of harvested
(love, all alight)

And, when the ashes of life
Fall down from the skies
Rose clouds of holocaust
Rose clouds of lies...

And, festivals end
As festivals must
From the hooded crows
Of Rome
To the falcons of Zagreb
Oh, mother victim of Jesus
Lie down in Sydney's dust
For, festivals end
As festivals must

[Touchet]

Current 93 - The Seven Seals Are Revealed

The Seven Seals are Revealed at the End of Time as Seven Bows:
the Bloodbow, the Pissbow, the Painbow, the Faminebow, the Deathbow, the Angerbow, the Hohohobow

Then; the morning after. A time and a time and a time and a time, and a time and a time and a time, and a Time; all shall be well or not.
As the bluegreenbrown world is drenched with horsegore, the redseas are covered with horsehair, the Three God arises.
As a sign of Betrayal - His? Ours? - a vast Bloodbow covers the skies.
One dips into a broken bowl full of sadness, the other into seven hundred children with horses' heads in different stages of decomposition.
Across the Bloodbow a hundredthousand betrayers are nailed and lost.
To the sound of the mewling of eight million cats all those who have betrayed humanity twist and turn.
Step forward, if you can, Satan in many scumcoloured forms. Hister--marks.
If you have had ears better to have slain them there on the warplain of your face.
Hell is paved, despite the Balance, with tedium, tedium and loss...
Hell is where the steeds then betray the horsemen, and the horsemen betray their steeds, and, and, and, and, and, and, and...
The Bloodbow begins to discolour: Streams of urine begin to gush from the blackbending heavens and hells that have circled everything so very quickly. And quietly...
The Redbloodbow gives birth to
a Ureabow.
Three God starts to weep. Then all the angels weep. Then all the demons weep.
The stench of the universal uric acid fills all the worlds ever ever ever everexisting.
The Bloodbow is replenished by a rain that ascends from the bodies of the damned on earth.
Huge clots of gore and blood and lymph rise up, rrrrripping through the flesh of the lost;
the Bloodbow increases in size, and bubbles and seethes.
Un-able to take any more, just over the surface of the earth a thick plain of screaming congeals into... The Pain pain pain pain...
Painbow, which hovers and turns above the soil. Alas! Alas! A high pitched singing emerges.
Bones, some gleamingteethywhite, some shitdustbrown, start to clatter from the Painbow.
A ricketty arch is hesitantly built by the rothorsekids from the bones and bones. Oh, then dry bones:
the Faminebow.
"We are so hungry, so very very hungryyjiihhaa" they sigh. They die. Their hunger to be forever unassuaged.
Their rotting bodies arise in clumps 'n' bits 'n' bobbins, forming over the Bonebow - that is to say, the bubbling Faminebow... A new, special experience.
A grotty rotty mass of children's and horses' grey flesh, Death in all its mumbling and dull colours, step or crawl right up for;
the Deathbow.
Three God has been so angry with us all whilst this is happening; His frown fills up one million trillion universes, or more if you please, or if you don't.
His pursed lips fill up even more universes than His frown, as His anger grows as it descends His face.
This immeasurable frown becomes the inverted Angerbow;
an upsidedown 'U' that is constituted entirely of
choler, and spit
pick 'n' mix
stones and sticks
'n' 666! - It makes me sick!

(Yet the stars and the moon and the sun and the comets and the little birds and the little lights and the little animals tath sing to God.
God bless the little animals and the little animals that scream to God, please O Lord, bless the little animals - and make it wilt
that weep, they are approaching the Greatbluegate of Death itself, oh Lord hear me when I shout and shout and shout, my heart is almost empty.)

Whilst the Gods play
We pass away

(Then He sees, in His mercy, that the Worlds have all passed away. The frown passes, and Three God starts to laugh.
The farce is over, the wasted experiment over, and His jolly laugh becomes
the HoHoHoBow.
Hee hee hee! Haa aha hahaha! Jihaaaad!
All the starres are dead now.
And so we pass away.)

Anyhow, once I looked at the stars, and they were all blood. Over the Southerncross she arose, redbloodyred,
as I think she was, Luciferette and how she shined!
Overthere in the west, where alas she had begun to set, dead children were singing.
Out of my window, beyond Mao Rao and Yao what seems to be the sun over the arch of Bedlam, shining.
Louis Wain is there! I can see, if I stretch my eyes far and further, William Lawes; ded ded ded on the plain, dead dead dead.
I fall to my knees and weep.

And goodbye to U all.

And goodbye to you all
Whilst the Gods play
Goodbye
Goodbye to you all.

[Touchet]

Tool - Lateralus
(Koko levy.)

[frapathea]

En jaksa koko biisii postata mut =)

MARY:
I'm into leather...

LARRY:
That s good! A lot of the boys in the crew
Love leather...

MARY:
And rubber...

LARRY:
Yeh, they like rubber too... shrink- tubing
With a hair dryer...

Biisihän on Frank Zappa ja Crew Slut

[Touchet]

Risto - Minä oon nähnyt Jumalan kasvot

Vanteeni on muuttunut kruunuksi
ja pahankaltaiseksi huuruksi.
Tulkaa pihalle koittamaan senkin fiilisrosvot
Minä olen nähnyt Jumalan kasvot.

Hommat meni jännittäväksi
silloin kun sain päähän antennin
ja aloin muistaa asioita ajalta
ennen kuin synnyin.

Voi hyvä Luoja mä tilaan tän
kestää mun loppuelämän
Auringon takaa nään usvaisen pään
mut tänne jään, tänne jään.

[CharlieBigPpotato]

Kenny Loggins - Danger Zone

Revvin' up your engine
Listen to her howlin' roar
Metal under tension
Begging you to touch and go

Highway to the danger zone
Ride into the danger zone

Heading into twilight
Spreading out her wings tonight
She got you jumping off the track
And shoving into overdrive

Highway to the danger zone
I'll take you
Right into the danger zone

You'll never say hello to you
Until you get it on the red line overload
You'll never know what you can do
Until you get it up as high as you can go

Out along the edges
Always where I burn to be
The further on the edge
The hotter the intensity

Highway to the danger zone
Gonna take you
Right into the danger zone
Highway to the danger zone

[CharlieBigPpotato]

Giorgio Moroder - Push it to the limit

Push it to the limit
Walk along the razor's edge
but don't look down, just keep your head
and you'll be finished

Open up the limit
past the point of no return
You've reached the top but still you gotta learn
how to keep it

Hit the wheel and double the stakes
throttle wide open like a bat out of hell
and you crash the gates
(crash the gates)

Going for the back of beyond
Nothing gonna stop you
there's nothing that strong
So close now you're nearly at the brink
so, push it

(Ooo yeah)

Welcome to the limit
(The limit)
Take it maybe one step more
The power game's still playing so
you better win it

Push it to the limit
(The limit)
With no one left to stand in your way
you might get careless, but you'll never be safe
while you still feel it

Welcome to the limit
(The limit)
Standing on the razor's edge
don't look down just keep your head
and you'll be finished

Welcome to the limit
(The limit)
(The limit)
(The limit)
(The limit)

Push it to the limit
(The limit)
(The limit)
(The limit)
(The limit)

(The limit)
(The limit)
(The limit)
(The limit)

Push it to the limit
(The limit)
(The limit)
(The limit)
(The limit)

[shishamon]

PUHELINKOPPI!

Puhelinkoppi on solvannut varmaan kaikkea mahdollista levyillään. Näiden lisäksi Vitummoista Pörinää-levyn sanoitukset on kokonaisuudessaan erittäin nerokkaita, mut niitä en löytäny mistään enkä jaksa alkaa naputtaa. Sanoituksii:

KARVAS TOTUUS
On turha selittää
Et tääl olis jotain järkee elää
On turha yrittää
Väittää olevansa onnellinen
Maailma on paska
Koko systeemi on perseestä
Oman itsensä irvikuva
Kusettajat tienaa omaisuuksia
ja työväenliike on kuollut
Maailma on paska
Kätketty aatteellinen herkkyys
Yritetään painaa lokaan
Ja todelliset ajattelevat yksilöt
Yritetään vaientaa
Maailma on paska


JALKAPALLO-JEESUS
Takatukkainen jalkapallo-jeesus
vittuun sieltä kentältä,
kun et tajuu mitä teet
saatanan paskiainen
Vittuako sä potkit sitä
viatonta palloa!!!


LAPSET
Lapset ei se ole ihme
Kun teitä sorretaan
Suuri osa teistä idiooteista
Ei osaa edes lukea
Mikä vittu teitä vaivaa,
kun ette edes kupittele
Saati vedä kökköö
Ette hajoita, ettekä pokoile


VANHANAIKAISTA
Mihin lehmiä tarvitaan?
Onhan meillä tehtaat
Idiootit paskakoneet
On täysin korvattavissa
Utareurpoihin luotetaan liikaa
Ei niillä oo mitään omaa
Kyllä nykyaikana on pakko pystyä
Edes maito koneilla tuottaan


TEINISEKSI
Teiniseksi - häikäisevä asia


VIRTUAALITODELLISUUS
virta päälle ja kypärä päähän
tussua ruutuun ja kyrp ä pystyyn
kuka kaipaa virtuaalitodellisuutta
kuka elämäänsä etsii siltä lohdutusta
käsi puutuu ei lennä mälli ruutuun
jotain uupuu ja hakkerin megabitti nuutuu
lopeta tumppu se avuton pittinikkarointi
etsi tussu ja aloita elämän maksimointi


TE ETTE TAJUU
teknojengi vipeltää piitti sielussaan
poppiväki sipsuttaa moppien heiluessa
rokkijätkät laahaa tosi huonosti
jupit vetää viestejä faxit huurussa
te ette tajuu todellista elämää
ette oo löytäny tätä oikeeta juttuu
taidepaskat ylläpitää omaa egoiluaan
heavypäät nauttii tyhjästä melustaan
mattinykäset etsivät sitä parasta pubia
urheilijan jäänteet yrittävät turhaan

semmosta

[Touchet]

Zero Kama - Prayer of Zos [Austin Osman Spare]

O Self my God,
foreign is thy name except in blasphemy,
for I am thy iconoclast.
I cast my bread upon the waters,
for I myself am meat enough.
Hidden in the labyrinth of the Alphabet is my sacred name,
the SIGIL of all things unknown.
On Earth my kingdom is Eternity of DESIRE.
My wish incarnates in the belief and becomes flesh,
for, I AM THE LIVING TRUTH.
Heaven is ecstacy; my consciousness changing and acquiring association.
May I have the courage to take from own super-abundance.
Let me forget righteousness.
Free me of morals.
Lead me into the temptation of Myself,
for I am a tottering kingdom of good and evil.

May wealth be acquired through those things I have pleasured.

May my trespass be worthy.

Give me the death of my soul.
Intoxicate me with self-love.
Teach me to sustain its freedom;
for I am sufficiently Hell.

Let me sin against the small beliefs. Amen.

[CharlieBigPpotato]

Terveet Kädet - Onnellisia kytkentöjä

Jumalasta Saatanaan
Verestä outoon onneen
Aivolohkon kytkennennöistä onnelliseen hulluuteen
Vallankumous
Veli veljeään vastaan


Terveet Kädet - Musta Jumala

Paha huutaa
Kuolemaa
Musta valtias
Kiihottaa

Verenpunaiset sielumme yhteen liitetään
Mustan Jumalan valtakunta yhteen liitetään
Verenpunaiset sielumme yhteen liitetään
Mustan Jumalan valtakunta yhteen liitetään

Vallankumos
Vastaan
Paha silmä
Pimentää

Verenpunaiset sielumme yhteen liitetään
Mustan Jumalan valtakunta yhteen liitetään
Verenpunaiset sielumme yhteen liitetään
Mustan Jumalan valtakunta yhteen liitetään


Terveet Kädet - Outo maa

Outo maa
Outo maa
Outo maa

Lääke korvaa puuttuvan sielun
Lääke korvaa puuttuvan sielun

Ja

Outo maa
Pitäkää hauskaa
Outo maa
Pitäkää hauskaa

Outo maa
Outo maa
Outo maa

[CharlieBigPpotato]

Burzum - Feeble screams from forests unknown

Drifting
in the air
above a cold lake

Is a soul
from an early
better age

Grasping for
a mystic thought
in vain...but who's to know

Further on lies eternal search
for theories to lift the gate

Only locks are made stronger
and more keys lost as logic fades

In the pool of dreams the water darkens
for the soul that's tired of search

As years pass by
the aura drops

As less and less feelings touch

Stupidity has won too much

The hopeless soul keeps mating

It's about the downfall of humanity, how we dont use logic anymore and make stupid decisions that in the end will fuck us and the earth over. The gate is the answer to a better life for humanity and mankind but it just keeps getting shut tighter with the kinds of decisions we make, it also expels a sense of hopelesness for humanity with lines like "In the Pool of Dreams the water Darkens" "Stupidity Has won too much" "As years pass by The Aura Drops"
Basically, he's saying we're fucked as a race, it's too late to fix it.

http://www.songmeanings.net/lyric.php?l ... 7858480153

Burzum - Lost wisdom

While we may believe
our world - our reality
to be that is - is but one
manifestation of the essence

Other planes lie beyond the reach of normal sense and common roads
But they are no less real
than what we see or touch or feel

Denied by the blind church
'cause these are not the words of God - the same God that burnt the knowing

Basically the way I see it, the song is Varg trying to say that there are other beliefs than just "your" christian beliefs. Being a guy who feels so strongly on the subject of Christianity overtaking Pagan culture and practises he says "the knowing". Meaning Pagans who actually had the right idea about what the world was like.
More or less the song is "think outside the box". There are other beliefs than your own and just because they aren't what you believe doesn't make them any less acceptable/right.

http://www.songmeanings.net/lyric.php?l ... 7858480166

Burzum - The power of empathy

The gods have just managed to tie Fanjariho to the ground. Tiw lost his right hand during the process; it was the wolf's security, a guarantee he would not be tricked; but he was indeed.

His jaw has been bolted to the ground with a broadsword, and foam runs from his mouth in two rivers. The rivers Wan and Wil - of hope and will.

The gods are laughing in joy, and walk happily back towards their home; the terrible wolf has been rendered harmless. Only Tiw is left, bleeding heavily from the wrist, watching the suffering of the wolf, as it twists its body in torment. He looks into the eyes of Fanjariho and sees its very
soul, its pain and sorrow; its dreadful faith. Getting up, he
walks back to Eron to let her heal his wound, stop his bleeding.

Now he knows what it is like to see into the eyes of Fire. He will never be the same again, he did not only lose his hand, when on the island with the wolf.

Burzum - My journey to the stars

I immaterialize
And slowly drift
Into the unknown

With the cold winds with soul
The wintery plains lies untouched

I ride on my elements
Towards the stars unseen

A quest
For knowledge

In the
Astral
Luminous
Stench intensifies

As I
Near a spectral sphere
After a hundred
Men's lifetime
In analyzing
I learn
To consume
The sphere
Of immense power
And to
Become immortal

Darkness hate and winter
Rules the earth when I return

War
Between races
A goal is reached
Chaos, hate

[sxoxyvg]

450 millions animal are murdered in britain every year
To be shoved down your throat and shat out of your arse
Animals to be killed for pleasure
Murdered at the consumers leisure
Slaughtered for meat in their fucking abottoirs

Murder

Pneumatic bolt shot deep in the head
Splittering bones and gushing blood
Yet you still support this insane slaughter
Brainwashing adverts on T.V.
Cover up the reality and never shown the pain and torture

[Touchet]

Current 93 & Thomas Ligotti - You do not own your head

You do not own your head.

There are so many heads in the world,
wherever you go there are heads.
Everyday there are more of them
sprouting up in the blackness.

At one time there was Nothing at All,
Only Blackness.
And then, within the infinite spaces of that blackness
things started to develop.

But as soon as those heads came along
nothing much has happened.
Or nothing worthy of note.

The whole world reached its peak
and turned into a enormous head factory.

Everyday there are more and more of them
sprouting up in the blackness,
which was there at the beginning,
the blackness that
perhaps by chance began to produce all these heads
and continues to produce them
always calling out for more heads
to carry out the business it wants done.
Its black voice roaring across the infinite black spaces of its head factory.

But none of the heads has any idea
about the blackness that surrounds them
or the blackness that hides itself
inside each
One of them.

Hides itself inside each one of them.

[deeli-sami]

Radiohead - Fitter Happier

Vaikkei tässä raidassa ei melodioita olekaan niin jostain syystä kuuntelen sen aina läpi. Helpoimmin tulkittavat Radiohead-sanoitukset, sanoisin =). Hyvä muistuttaa itseään ja kysyä, millä oikeasti on merkitystä.

Fitter, happier, more productive,
comfortable,
not drinking too much,
regular exercise at the gym
(3 days a week),
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries ,
at ease,
eating well
(no more microwave dinners and saturated fats),
a patient better driver,
a safer car
(baby smiling in back seat),
sleeping well
(no bad dreams),
no paranoia,
careful to all animals
(never washing spiders down the plughole),
keep in contact with old friends
(enjoy a drink now and then),
will frequently check credit at
(moral) bank (hole in the wall),
favors for favors,
fond but not in love,
charity standing orders,
on Sundays ring road supermarket
(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants),
car wash
(also on Sundays),
no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate,
nothing so childish - at a better pace,
slower and more calculated,
no chance of escape,
now self-employed,
concerned (but powerless),
an empowered and informed member of society
(pragmatism not idealism),
will not cry in public,
less chance of illness,
tires that grip in the wet
(shot of baby strapped in back seat),
a good memory,
still cries at a good film,
still kisses with saliva,
no longer empty and frantic
like a cat
tied to a stick,
that's driven into
frozen winter shit
(the ability to laugh at weakness),
calm,
fitter,
healthier and more productive
a pig
in a cage
on antibiotics.

[CharlieBigPpotato]

Iggy Pop and The Stooges - Penetration

Penetrate, penetrate me, so fine, so fine, so fine
I get excited, I get excited, I'm alone, so fine, I'm alive
Every night in town, every night in town
I'm going down, I'm going down, pulsating

A beautiful enemy, a beautiful enemy
Take a lay, take away, get out

Come on and take me, come on and take me
I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive
Stay down, stay down
I feel fine, every time, penetration
Penetration, penetration, penetration, penetration

[Ahab]

Ei nyt mitenkään parhaat sanoitukset mutta pakko jakaa kun tuli niin oudot fiilikset.
Joku aamu tällä viikolla radioherätyksen käynnistyessä sieltä tuli Carlos Santanan ja Chad Kroegerin (Nickelback) biisi Into The Night. En ole koskaan jaksanut kummastakaan innostua mutta juuri unesta heränneenä noi biisin sanat kuulosti ihan siltä ku siinä ois kerrottu Yagesta vertauskuvallisesti naisena. Ehkä kertosäkeen hoilotus toi vielä lisää sellaista inkkarihatut päähän meininkiä.

Like a gift from the heavens, it was easy to tell,
It was love from above, like it saved me from hell,
She had fire in her soul it was easy to see,
And the devil himself could be pulled out of me,
There were drums in the air as she started to dance,
Every soul in the room keeping time with their hands,
And we sang...

Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay,
And the voices bang like the angels sing,
We`re singinging...
Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay,
And we danced on into the night,
Ay oh ay oh,
And we danced on into the night,

Like a piece to the puzzle that falls into place,
You could tell how we felt from the look on her face,
She was spinning in circles with the moon in her eyes,
The room left them moving between you and I,
We forgot where we were and we lost track of time,
And we sang to the wind as we danced through the night,
And we sang...
Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay...

Tästä voi kuunnella. Video on tyypillistä MTV tavaraa
Onhan toi Santanakin oman osuutensa trippaillut ja levyjen kansia koristaa ayahuasca-tyyliset maalaukset

[aphos]

Ei nyt mitenkään parhaat sanoitukset mutta pakko jakaa kun tuli niin oudot fiilikset.
Joku aamu tällä viikolla radioherätyksen käynnistyessä sieltä tuli Carlos Santanan ja Chad Kroegerin (Nickelback) biisi Into The Night.

On kyllä hyvät sanat, varmaankin Santana on joskus Yagea nauttinut (ottaen huomioon, että äijällä on ilmeisesti etelä-amerikkalista alkuperää)

Hämärää (tai erillaista) tuossa kokemuksessa oli se energisyys! Yllätti täysin, myös paljon jälkeenpäin tapahtuvat asiat ovat tosi hämäriä.. myös tuo purga; vasta toisella kokeilemalla tuntui kun olisi oksentanut jotain negatiivista kakkaa ulos. Ja se kesto: meikäläisellä ainakin parissa tunnissa ohi. Jotkut sanoo, että ensimmäinen kerta on kaste, nyt tajuan..

Nyt menee aikaa vaan rauhoittumisessa ja kelailemisessa.. ei voi muuta sanoa kun että outoa

edit: sori, OT

So now I have your attention at least a while
While most of the audience have left, the rest insanely smile
It's time to tell you what's been haunting me
So here goes, roll out the prose
From the sell-out blockbusting real life show

I've no doubt that deep down everyone knows
I've no doubt what comes invariably goes

fiilistely

[boxaliced]

Regurgitator - My Ego

Hi Me, he said how you been
It's been too long slip me some skin
My goodness how you've grown
And hasn't time really flown

I've come to tell you what's what
And really fuck with your head
Tell you what's hot and what's not
You're gonna wish you were dead

Hello, welcome to my ego
Wherever I go he goes
Ain't it just so creepy
Freaky-deaky oh no
Now we're outta control
Acting like an arsehole
Welcome to the show!

[shishamon]

Kansanturvamusiikkikomissio - Luontoon
Pyydä resepti
Niele pilleri
Muutu kasviksi

Takaisin luontoon
Kemia auttaa

Vihavihavihaviha
Vihreä mies
Vihannes

Takaisin luontoon
Kemia auttaa

Hei lääkäri
Anna kapseli
Tahdon kasviksi

[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 Newton's 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
Such radiant pollution
The god with the silver hand surveys this vast contamination

The dreamer is still dreaming

The dreamer is still dreaming

In the heart of your heart
Your eye/I 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?

[Touchet]

Sleep - Jerusalem

Drop out of Life with Bong in Hand
Follow the Smoke toward the Riff filled Land
Drop out of Life with Bong in Hand
Follow the Smoke toward the Riff filled Land
Proceeds the Weedian, Nazareth
Proceeds the Weedian, Nazareth
Creedsmen roll out Across The Dying Down
Sacred Israel Holy Mount Zion
Sun Beams Down onto the SAndcean Reigns
Caravan Migrates Through deep SandScape
Lungsmen Unearth the creed of Hasheeshian
LeBaNon
Desert Legion Smoke Covenant is Complete
HerB Bails Retied onto Backs of Beasts
Stoner Caravan Emerge from Sandsea
Earthling Inserts to Chalice the Green Cutchie
GRoundation Soul Finds Trust Upon Smoking Hose
Assemble Creedsmen Rises Prayerfilled Smoke
GolGoTha
Judgement Soon Come To Mankind
Green Herbsmen SErve Rightful King
HEMp SeeD Caravan CArries
Rides out Believer with the spliff Aflame
MAriJuanAut Escapes earth To Cultivate
Grow Room Is Church TEmple of the new Stoner Breed
Chants Loud RObeD Priest Down onto the Freedomseed
Burnt Offering rEdeeMs Completes Smoked Deliverance
Caravan StoneD Deliverants
The CARAvan Holds to Eastern Creed
NOw sMokEs Believer
The Chronicle of the Sinsemillian
Drop out of Life with Bong in Hand
Follow the Smoke toward the Riff filled Land
Drop out of Life with Bong in Hand
Follow the Smoke JERUSALEM....

[aphos]

Killing Joke - The Death And Resurrection Show

Mark out the points
Build the pyre
Assemble different drummers
Light up the fire
Put on your masks
And animal skins
Illumination, illumination
Listen to the drums
Between each beat, each beat of the drum

O beloved mother of liberty
Hold me in your arms

Burn burn, burn brightly
Burn burn, burn white heat

And the day will come
Before the lights go out
Who will you turn to
Who will you turn to
Choose the crucifixion
Or Osiris slain
Recurring themes, time again.

Illumination, illumination
Burn burn, burn white heat

Oh how ingenious the centuries of lies
Ezekiel’s chariots streak across the skies
Holy books and history texts forget
Because we know
Souls are recycled in the death and
Resurrection show

O beloved mother of liberty
Come to me

Everything I’m taught, amounts to nought
Everything I learn, the fire shall burn
Notions of myself that when I’m not
Whoever I was is now lost

Illumination, illumination
Burn burn, burn brightly
Burn burn, burn white heat
Oh how ingenious the centuries of lies
Ezekiel’s chariots streak across the skies
Holy books and history texts forget
Because we know
Souls are recycled in the death and
Resurrection show

O beloved mother of liberty
Come to me

Burn away all my impurities
Hold me in your arms

Burn burn, burn brightly
Burn burn, burn white heat

[aphos]

Kings of Convenience - Parallel Lines

What's the immaterial substance
that envelopes two,
that one percieves as hunger
and the other as food.
I wake in tangeled covers,
to a sash of snow,
you dream in a cartoon garden,
I could never know.
Innocent imitation of how it would be
if one the music entered, you did not retreat
in my imagination, you are cast in gold
your image a compensation for me to hold.

Parallel lines, move so fast,
toward the same point,
infinity is as near as it is far.

[Chaugnar Faugn]

Blood Axis & Les joyaux de la princesse - Folie Verte

am the green Fairy
My robe is the color of despair
I have nothing in common with the fairies of the past
What I need is blood, red and hot
The palpitating flesh of my victims
Alone, I will kill France, the present is dead
Long live the future...
But me, I kill the future and in family I destroy
The love of country, courage, honor
I am the purveyor of hell, penitentiaries, hospitals
Who am I finally?
I am the instigator of crime
I am ruin and sorrow
I am shame
I am dishonor
I am death
I am absinthe

[Thoxium]

Hardcoren puoleltaha näyttää tulevan suurin osa parhaista sanoituksista IMO:

Ramallah - Oscar Cotton
If I could painlessly murder us all
then there would be no more children crying
to our deaf God up above.

If I could painlessly murder the world
then there would be no more children crying:
then there would be no more children crying at all.

I want to hide in an opium sunrise.
I'd rather fly than feel the pain.
I want to die in a heroine sunrise.
Go on and spike my vein...

So sick... there is a snatch of an old song
blaring inside my head but I know I ain't dead, no.
This can't be hell: I'm way too cold, I'm shivering.
The cold sweat is like broken glass;
isn't this a gas? Come and join the party!

Baby to his mother:
please smother me now.
Baby to her mother:
please smother me now.

I want to hide in an opium sunrise.
The world is burning...
I'd rather fly than feel the pain.
The world is burning...
I want to die in a heroine sunrise.
The world is burning me.
translate
Go on and spike my vein...

Blood For Blood - Some Kind Of Hate
There's no way out.

I got some kind of hate,
I got some kind of hate,
I got some kind of hate and I hate the whole human race.

I got some kind of hate,
I got some kind of hate,
I got some kind of hate and I hate the mother fucking human race.

So let's go...

Y'know I got some bad ideas burning deep in my black heart.
Well, evil is as evil's gonna do now
Y'know I try to do my part. .. HA HA!
And I'm a time bomb tickin'... BOOM!
I been tickin' to the sounds of the rock and roll... OH NO!
I think I'm gonna explode... OH NO!
I THINK I'M GONNA EXPLODE!

You call me anti-social, well you're fucking right!
'Cause I hate this goddamned world and everything in sight
and every one in sight.
You call me anti-social, well you're fucking right!
'Cause I hate this mother fucking world and every mother fucker in sight!

I got some kind of hate for the human race.
I never found a place in the human race...
Maybe it's too late for the human race.
I never found a place in the human race...

Sometimes I wish I could just turn my back and run.
Just turn my back and run away.
Sometimes I feel like I just gotta gotta get a gun
and reach the top of the world my own way...

Selkeitä, ymmärrettäviä, suoraviivaisia ja ennenkaikkea hyviä lyyrikoita, hyvi kuvaavat mun olotilaa just nyt. Ei tarvitse mitään hienoja lyyrikoita jossa koitetaan olla niin taiteellisia, jossa sanoituksissa on mukamas "mystistä" tietoisuutta maailmasta, jne. muuta naurettavaa.

[Kalastaja]

Yacht
We're Always Waiting


we're always waiting
what are we waiting for
we've got all we need right here
but somethings telling us we need more

we want all that stuff
all that stuff that costs too much


why are we working?
and what are we working for?


we want all that stuff
all that stuff that costs too much
we feel sad and such
are we owned by our own stuff?


we want all that stuff
all that stuff that costs too much
we feel sad and such
are we owned by our own stuff?


we don't want our boring jobs
to keep us paying bills for ever
so what are we waiting for?

(and we wait...)