Parhaat sanoitukset biisissä

[Touchet]

Patti Smith - Horses

The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea
From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating
Another boy was sliding up the hallway
He merged perfectly with the hallway,
He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway

The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run,
but the movie kept moving as planned
The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker,
He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny
The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees,
started crashing his head against the locker,
started crashing his head against the locker,
started laughing hysterically

When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by
horses, horses, horses, horses
coming in in all directions
white shining silver studs with their nose in flames,
He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses.
Do you know how to pony like bony maroney
Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this
Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator
And you twist the twister like your baby sister
I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister
Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee,
Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control,
Got to lose control and then you take control,
Then you're rolled down on your back and you like it like that,
Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that,
Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusi

Life is filled with holes, Johnny's laying there, his sperm coffin
Angel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boy,
Can't you show me nothing but surrender ?”
Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket,
Taped to his chest there's the answer,
You got pen knives and jack knives and
Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred
Then he cries, then he screams, saying
Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain
And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud,
Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud,
And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi

There's a little place, a place called space
It's a pretty little place, it's across the tracks,
Across the tracks and the name of the place is you like it like that,
You like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that,
And the name of the band is the
Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes,
Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes

Baby calm down, better calm down,
In the night, in the eye of the forest
There's a mare black and shining with yellow hair,
I put my fingers through her silken hair and found a stair,
I didn't waste time, I just walked right up and saw that
up there -- there is a sea
up there -- there is a sea
up there -- there is a sea
the sea's the possibility
There is no land but the land
(up there is just a sea of possibilities)
There is no sea but the sea
(up there is a wall of possibilities)
There is no keeper but the key
(up there there are several walls of possibilities)
Except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes possibilities.
(up there)
I seize the first possibility, is the sea around me
I was standing there with my legs spread like a sailor
(in a sea of possibilities) I felt his hand on my knee
(on the screen)
And I looked at Johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame
(in the heart of man)
The waves were coming in like Arabian stallions
Gradually lapping into sea horses
He picked up the blade and he pressed it against his smooth throat
(the spoon)
And let it deep in
(the veins)
Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
It started hardening
Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
It started hardening in my hand
And I felt the arrows of desire

I put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a brainiac-amour
But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the area
(go Rimbaud go Rimbaud go Rimbaud)
And go Johnny go and do the watusi,
Yeah do the watusi, do the watusi ...
Shined open coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and encircling
Our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes we're together twining
Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse
And my fingers all entwined through the air,
I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers,
(I feel it I feel it I feel it I feel it)
The hairs were like wires going through my body
I I that's how I
that's how I
I died
(at that Tower of Babel they knew what they were after)
(they knew what they were after)
[Everything on the current] moved up
I tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too unbelievably smooth,
Like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the possibility
Was a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities
There's no land but the land

looked at my hands, and there's a red stream
that went streaming through the sands like fingers,
like arteries, like fingers
(how much fits between the eyes of a horse?)
He lay, pressing it against his throat (your eyes)
He opened his throat (your eyes)
His vocal chords started shooting like (of a horse) mad pituitary glands
The scream he made (and my heart) was so high (my heart) pitched that nobody heard,
No one heard that cry,
No one heard (Johnny) the butterfly flapping in his throat,
(His fingers)
Nobody heard, he was on that bed, it was like a sea of jelly,
And so he seized the first
(his vocal chords shot up)
(possibility)
(like mad pituitary glands)
It was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate
(there is nothing happening at all)
and go inside the black tube, so when he looked out into the steep
saw this sweet young thing (Fender one)
Humping on the parking meter, leaning on the parking meter

In the sheets
there was a man
dancing around
to the simple
Rock & roll
song

[growy]

Vittu ei löydy netistä enkä jaksais kirjottaakkaa nii pitkii sanoi mut Murmurecordings-Asetun
Siinä tiukka,mun mielest aika "trippy" biisi..

[Touchet]

Alan Moore, David J & Tim Perkins - The Moon and Serpent, Grand Egyptian Theatre of Marvels: The Book Of Copulation

The Spectre Garden falls away behind
with all its fiends and marvels.
Should we glance back, it's no longer there.
Has never been there.
Leaving nothing, only forward into Tundra absolute,
that final wasteland risen to surround us now.
Hyperborea of the mind, air chill and thin as silk.
These are the far extremities of thought.
Moraine of Einstein,
treacherous crevasse of Quantum theory,
semiotic blizzard.
There are precipices, fearful and spectacular.
The edge best come to slowly, one step at a time.
Here is a foothold, carved by Heisenberg,
whose works suggested that events upon a Quantum scale
are altered by the act of observation.
From here, a few precarious steps
along the glassy ledges of hypothesis are needed.
Since upon a Quantum level
time and space present no obstacle,
it does not matter that the miniature event
observed be distant from us or remote in time.
If we observe it, we affect it.
Trap it in our models,
lend it substance and parameter
with systems of taxonomy and measurement
though it ocurred in our most distant past. Stand still.
Don't risk another pace.
The cliff face of the deep anthropic principle,
plummets beneath us, sheer and awful.
It suggests that since the Big Bang was,
in its initial stages very small indeed,
with all our Universe compacted to a single Quantum point
of heat and density near infinite,
and since we now observe that first explosion,
tracking its faint whispered echoes
with our radiotelescopes.
Then, by observing, we affect the Universe's birth.
The incoherence of origination
borrows information from its future,
shapes initial start conditions of the Universe,
so to facilitate the ordering of matter
into simple and then complex forms.
The act of our primordial observation,
sets parameters of mass, of gravity and temperature
that make the early genesis of galaxy and solar system possible,
that ease the birth of planet, continent and life
that will evolve across millennia
towards a state where it is competent to carry out
such observations in the first place,
in the last place.
All existence lifted into being by its bootstraps.
Universe of vast, self-referential thought.
The idea of itself, that brings itself about.
Ultimate magic act in time,
and at the center of the cosmos there's a plaque,
and on that plaque, it says this:
"There is such a thing as a free lunch".

Gaze down into the yawning chasm of this heresy and it is bottomless,
not called the deep anthropic principle for nothing.
Take a step back, come away, retreat to safer footing though,
in truth, there's little ground that is secure within these territories
where human curiosity, a galloping erosion,
gnaws away the apriori bedrock that we stand upon.
Here space-time is made solid, is become a Stephen Hawking egg
with Bang and Crunch at either pole, co-terminus and co-existent,
every moment that was ever or will ever be,
suspended in this giant meta-instant,
in this endless now. All distances, be they in space or time
are deemed by Einstein to be relative to the observer.
So that in effect, there is no distance, physical or chronological
and if we should be asked how many angels
can be made to dance upon a pinhead,
we must answer: "All of us".
In this place every certainty of here and now dissolves,
all objects, all realities, seem to be made of atoms
which themselves are made from entities
that are not wave or particle
but are best understood
as abstract mathematical relationships.
All being as an endless phantom field
that has no temperature or color,
through which all the forms that we perceive
from pulsars onto planckton drift,
the insubstantial dreams of matter,
floated there in silent nothing.
Everything is gone into the boiling light and at the last -
the realization there is no one here but I,
was never anybody here but I.

There is only one moment.
I love you.
There is no such thing as magic.
You already know this.
You already know this.

There is a room where you are being born
in sudden bright and cold, the shock of breath.
The horror of another's touch, and "Mother", "Mother", "Mother",
like a crowned and burning heart of roses,
awful, lovely in her nest of argent thorns.
There is a room where you are dying,
anesthethic whispers, shivering rippled light
in faint approach of the unearthly,
patternings of moment and event
that radiate, that flower.
that Mandala out from that last moment,
from that final clarity, that certainty.

There is a room where you are fucking wearing beast perfume
and thinking in a hot cloud, strong and without sense.
There is a room where you are old.
There is a room where you are drunk.
A room where you are crying and a room in which
you do the thing that no one knows about.
A room of noise.
A silent room.
A room without you in it.
There is only one room.
You already know this.
You already know this.

There is a moment when the world is born in sound and fire
and gorgeous fumes when planets scab to elemental jewelry
about the fresh atomic wounds of suns, whence spreads
the grand crustacean fanfare blush of the Crab Nebula,
the Monet fog of Magellanic Cloud
and slow white seahorse spiral of the Milky Way,
when come these monstrous diadems of star.
There is a moment when it ends,
in beast and whore and rapture.
In Shoemaker-Levy's comet 9 impacting
with the gas giant Jupiter right now.
Tonight.
The mile-wide pearls of frigid vapor
incandescent squeezed to megatons
by gravity unthinkable.
There is a moment when it ends
in the superconductive cold of entropy,
the opening of Shiva's final eye.
The moment when they said they didn't want you anymore,
the moment when the first full hand of soil
fell rattling on the hollow pine.
There is a moment when we hang upon the rock face,
when the pen hangs paused above the cold drop of an empty page.
There is a moment when the brakes squeal
and a moment when the bulb fails
and a moment like a terrifying avalanche of gold inside our heads
and there is only one, one moment.
You already know this.
You already know this. There is a person that gave sperm to you,
a person that gave blood, and pain and birth to you,
a person that adored you always, hugged you sometimes,
hated and despised you, wished you dead,
a person that was cruel to you when you were small,
a person with affecting eyes.
There is a person you make love to
and a person who lets you have sex with them.
There is a person you dislike who does not know,
a person staring from the moving bus,
a person that you passed once in the street eight years ago
and never saw or thought of since.
There is a person who's depressed,
who plays that R.E.M. CD over and over all night,
automatic for the people:
"Maybe you're crazy in the head, baby, baby, baby".
There is a person who knows why the wars and the assassinations,
and a person who is hungry, who is famous, who is Pope,
who is Her Majesty the Queen, who's dying, starving,
being murdered, being raped and tortured.
Now, this moment, now, right now.
There is a person waiting on the frontsteps of the cinema.
There is a person with their tongue thrust
in the socket of a missing tooth,
a person with occasional misgivings in their thoughts upon abortion.
There's a person with three heads,
and one's a lion and one's a crowned and wrathful king
and one's a serpent scaled in roaring gold and there is only one,
one person here and you already know this,
you already know this.

I love you.
There is no such thing as magic.
Just allow it in your minds.
Allow it.
This great vaulted ballroom of the sweet intangible,
that soars above us, bustling with the throng unseen
their great excitement, their anticipation palpable.
Convene the flickering ones and those hilarious phosphoresences
that pass through with a pleasant shudder.
Bring the ones like sparks, the ones that swoop and drone
above massive and immaterial as mylar.
Ones with fine and strange ideas
that spin and shimmer on their open palms like gyroscopes.
The delicate one, all in crystal, vast as a cathedral.
Let us feel the incandescent breeze fanned from its million
stainedglass winds that flutter slow and perfect.
Synchronized.
Let them surround us now and trace their fingers down our cheek
and whisper things we never dreamed or had forgotten.
There is something happening.
I love you.
They want to talk.
They want to dance.
They flare and shimmer in and out of being,
throne and power and chimera, sylph and demiurge,
the drunk, ecstatic laugh of naked giants swimming in the aviary
trill and flutter of this splendid radiance.
They soar. They bellow fierce with joy,
and sing sweet prilling scales of blue, of gold,
from throats like chandeliers.
Trace neonmoth trajectories through Idea-Space
and hover in the cold, true glow of imagined firmament.
Here, in the still eye of this glamour,
in this roaring white of now,
let us perceive the moment's winged, burnished soul
and read the pure and voiceless name that's written there
in strange barbaric characters, we know with other eyes.
And it is beautiful
And it is frightening.
The clouds peel back and vast symphonic forms peer down,
inchoate presence, stooping low.
The coral sky and thought move to another state,
become prismatic vapor in the shuddering light,
and there is something happening.
There is something happening.
You already know this.

I am talking to ourself.
We are listening to myself.
As everything draws closer in the telepathic susurrus,
The kindly night of eyes and we remember what we are
and know it for the first time.
Each self now unfolded,
gem ferned fractal shape of every life
revealed in all its tentacled magnificence.
The light grows stronger.
Something gains upon us from within,
and now the banquet,
now the rain of stars,
now the embrace,
the kiss of the invisible.
I love you.
There is something happening.
There is only one moment.
There is only one room.
There is one person here.
I love you.
You already know this.
You already know this.
There is no such thing as magic.
Is no such thing as magic.
No such thing as magic.
Such thing as magic.
Thing as magic.
As magic.
Magic.

[amx03]

ABK - Hey Yall

Hey ya'll
Come over here, check this out
And gimme a minute of your time, but don't doubt
Anything that I tell ya'll, listen up closely
It's something ghostly, my ancestors told me
Way back before we walked the earth
It was so much cleaner cause it wasn't disturbed
But there was still hatred and strugglin' for our color
Cause if you had nothing you were bound to smother
And I don't know why, cause helping hands should be a must
It was written on the manuscript, in the book you trust
Unless it's all just a way to get us arguin'
Believe what you feel, even if it's a life of sin

[Chorus 2x]
Hey ya'll
Everybody gotta watch they back
We alone, so watch your back
Hey ya'll
Everybody gotta walk in they own path
But at the end, you can't go back

Ever since there's been a jail cell
Murder's been committed
Thou shalt not kill, and who's the one sinnin'?
At the end of all of this, will they be judged?
Punished for the life they took with no grudge
Nowadays, things sure ain't changed
There's a whole lot of states allowed to fry your brains
That's cause lately we just burn it away
Let them build they own prisons where their ass can stay
It's a wonder how we let things happen
I ain't special
But I enjoy takin' it to another level
Bad choices lead to a terrible afterlife
So, just learn your wrongs from right

[Chorus 2x]
Hey ya'll
Everybody gotta watch they back
We alone, so watch your back
Hey ya'll
Everybody gotta walk in they own path
But at the end, you can't go back

Hey ya'll
I don't mean to get ya thinkin' about
Things that's gonna get ya down and out
There just things I had to get up off my chest
Cause I'm trying to relax and just do my best
I don't wanna take a situation, and turn it upside down
I just feel this world's fuckin' around
I mean, who am I to judge?
I just, I was raised to be strong enough
Hey ya'll
Do you understand what I'm saying?
Hey ya'll
My ancestors got me down on my knees prayin'
Hey ya'll
They keep tellin' me to spread the word
Hey ya'll
Cause when they come their gonna test what you have learned

[Chorus 2x]
Hey ya'll
Everybody gotta watch they back
We alone, so watch your back
Hey ya'll
Everybody gotta walk in they own path
But at the end, you can't go back

Hey ya'll
Hey ya'll!

Retaliation, what now bitch!!


Video taitaa löytyä tubesta..

[frapathea]

Nää on hulppeet... Hieno kipale ja tyylikkäät sanat :-D

Frank Zappa - Your Mouth

Your mouth is your religion.
You put your faith in a hole like that?
You put your trust and your belief
Above your jaw, and no relief
Have I found.

I heard your story when you come home
You said you went to see your sister last night.
Well, you might loose a bunch of teeth
And find a funeral wreath
While you'll be laying in the ground
All alone

So tell me where are you coming from
With all them lines
As you stumble in at the breakin' of the day.
Where are you coming from, my shot-gun say
Because he just might want to blow you away
'cause he just might want to blow you away

An evil woman, can make ya cry
If you believe her every time she lies
Well you can be a big fool
If she makes you loose your cool, and so
I've got me some advice you should try

Just let her talk a little
Just let her talk a little more
Just... let her talk a little more
And when she runs out of words
Just say the same thing that I told you before...

Tell me where are you coming from
With all them lines
As you stumble in at the breakin' of the day.
Where are you coming from, my shot-gun say
Because he just might want to blow you away
'cause he just might want to blow you away

[w]

Ei näitä kukaan jaksa kokonaan lukea, mutta vastaan kuitenki.

Tämmöstä Toolilta. Biisi Ænema. Itselle kolahtaa Maynard James Keenanin arvoitukselliset, monimerkitykselliset ja melankoliset sanoitukset. Tämä biisi on hieman poikkeus, sillä sanoissa ei ole mitään varsinaista arvoitusta, vaan laulaja yksinkertasesti toivoo muutosta maailmanlopun muodossa. Kaikki paska kerralla pois maan päältä. Melko ahdistava biisi, en kuuntelisi tripillä..


Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this

Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car.

It's a
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.

Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will cuz
I sure could use a vacation from this

Stupid shit, silly shit, stupid shit...

One great big festering neon distraction,
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.

Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.

Mom is going to fix it all soon,
Mom is coming round to put it back
the way it oughtta be...

Learn to swim.

Fuck L Ron Hubbard and
Fuck all his clones.
Fuck all these gun-toting
Hip gangster wannabes.

Learn to swim.

Fuck retro anything.
Fuck your tattoos.
Fuck all you junkies and
Fuck your short memory.

Learn to swim.

Fuck smiley glad-hands
With hidden agendas.
Fuck these dysfunctional,
Insecure actresses.

Learn to swim.

Cuz I'm praying for rain
And I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.
Mom please flush it all away.
I wanna see it go right in and down.
I wanna watch it go right in.
Watch you flush it all away.

Time to bring it down again.
Don't just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.

I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any change, my friend.

I wanna see it all come down.
suck it down.
flush it down.

[NoLife1%Lowlife]

Marilyn Manson - Suicide is Painless

http://youtube.com/watch?v=O_vul6ZzUj4

"Suicide Is Painless"

Through early morning fog I see
Visions of the things to be
The pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see...

That suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please

The game of life is hard to play
I'm gonna lose it anyway
The losing card I'll someday lay
So this is all I have to say

Suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please

The sword of time will pierce our skins
It doesn't hurt when it begins
But as it works its way on in
The pain grows stronger...watch it grin, but...

Suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please

A brave man once requested me
To answer questions that are key
Is it to be or not to be
And I replied 'oh why ask me?'

And suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please

...and you can do the same thing if you please

[UltraViolet]

HYi, Manson kannustaa nuorisoa itsemurhaan! Mautonta.
tässä eräät, jotka öh tuota ovat vaikuttaneet minuun paljon:

Hassisen kone - älä syö liisteriä

Älä syö liisteriä
se ei ole kiisseliä
Lyö liisteri seinään
ja paperia päälle

Ja valtuusto vastaa: "läpätilää"

Älä syö kuuroa
se ei ole puuroa
Lyö kuuroa seinään
ja paperia päälle

Ja valtuusto vastaa: "läpätilää"

Älä syö liisteriä
se ei ole kiisseliä
Lyö liisteri seinään
ja paperia päälle

Ja valtuusto vastaa: "läpätilää"

Valtuusto vastaa: "läpätilää"

Totuuksia elämästä. Siis Elävästä Elämästä.

[UltraViolet]

Devendra Banhart - Little Yellow Spider

Little yellow spider laughing at the snow
Well maybe that spider knows something that I don't know
Cuz I'm goddamn cold

Little white monkey staring at the sand
Maybe that monkey figured out something I couldn't understand
Who knows

Well I came upon a dancing crab and I stopped to watch it shake, I said,
'Dance for me just one more time before ya hibernate,
and ya come out a crab cake'

And hey there little snapping turtle, snapping at a shell
Oh there's mysteries inside I know
But what they are I just can't tell for sure

And hey there little baby crow, you're looking kind of mean
I think I oughta split before ya start letting off your steam
For sure

And hey there little sexy pig, you mated with a man
And now you've got a little kid
With hooves instead of hands

And oh all of the animals, all of the animals

And hey there little mockingbird, they sing about you in songs
'Oh where ya been? Have ya broke a wing?'
I haven't heard ya in so long

And hey there little albatross, swimming in the air
'Aw, come on you know I can't fly and I
Think we really oughta play fair'

And hey there mister happy squid, you move so psychedelically
You hypnotize with your magic dance all the animals in the sea
For sure

And oh all of the animals, all the animals

And hey there Mr. Morning Sun, what kind of creature are you
I can't stare, but I know you're there
Goddamn, how I wish I knew

And hey there Mrs. Lovely Moon, you're lonely and you're blue
It's kind of strange the way you change
But then again we all do, too.


Tästä kappaleesta tulee aina mukava mieli.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zbPIOwxCIg4

[niunau]

Sonata Arctica - Letter to Dana

Dana, my darling, I'm writing to you.
'Cause your father passed away, it was a beautiful day
And I don't want to bother You anymore,
I used to hope you'd come back
But not anymore Dana.

My eyes might have betrayed me, but I have seen
Your picture on the cover of a filthy magazine
And I think my heart just cannot handle that
Dana, my darling, would be so bad.

Dana my darling I'm writing to you
'Cause your mother passed away it was a really rainy day
And I didn't mean to bother you anymore
Your mother wished... Come visit your fathers grave, Dana

Your father disowned you because you have sinned
But he did forgive you in condition he was in
And I hope you won't do those things anymore
Dana My darling I'm waiting for

Little Dana O'Hara oh, oh Dana my dear,
How I wish that my Dana was here
Little Dana O'Hara decided one day
to travel away, far away

No, you can't surprise me anymore, oh oh
I've seen it all before
But it seems I cannot let you go
Dana, Dana, Dana, Dana

And I think that I told you, I'd wait for you forever
Now I know someone else's holding you,
so, for the first time in my life - I must lie
Lie's a sin, mess that I am in,
Love is not the thing I feel now
I promise you... I won't write again 'til the sun sets
behind your grave

Dana, oh, Dana I'm writing to you, I heard you passed
away it was a beautiful day
I'm old and I feel time will come for me, my diary's
pages are full of thee

Oh Dana O'Hara oh, Dana my dear,
How I wish that my Dana was here
Little Dana O'Hara decided one day
to travel away, far away

Little Dana O'Hara oh, Dana my dear,
How I wish that my Dana was here
Little Dana O'Hara decided one day
to travel away, far away

[niunau]

Korento - Pieni muru hiekkaa

Yöllä sinä kuiskaat mulle kuinka susta tuntuu,
että pienistä asioista on tehty suuria ja vaikeita,
pelkäät ettet jaksa ettet koskaan saisi lasta,
että minä haluankin jotain toista,
mutta jos käännät kaiken aivan toisinpäin,
suuri onkin pientä, kylmä kuumaa, suru iloa.

Kuvittele että maailmamme on vain pieni muru hiekkaa,
sinä tallot omiin jalkoihin sellaisia tonnin päivittäin,
kuvittele että maailmamme on vain pieni muru hiekkaa,
kaikki tämä on vain unta jossa makaamme vierekkäin,
olemme niin pieniä.

Tänään on niin helppo päästä irti,
vaihtaa paikkaa yksinäisyyden myyttiä aamu neljään palvotaan,
kaikki johtuu siitä että ihmiset odottaa,
yliluonnollista hurmaa jotain suurta joka pelastaa.

kuvittele että maailmamme on vain pieni muru hiekkaa,
sinä tallot omiin jalkoihin sellaisia tonnin päivittäin,
kuvittele että maailmamme on vain pieni muru hiekkaa,
kaikki tämä on vain unta jossa makaamme vierekkäin,
olemme niin pieniä.

Kuvittele että maailmamme on vain pieni muru hiekkaa,
sinä tallot omiin jalkoihin sellaisia tonnin päivittäin,
kuvittele että maailmamme on vain pieni muru hiekkaa,
kaikki tämä on vain unta jossa makaamme vierekkäin.

Pitkästä aikaa biisi joka pisti oikeesti miettimään omia pelkojaan.

[Touchet]

Oikeastaan koko Bringing It All Back Home sisältää pelkästään parhaita sanoituksia.

Bob Dylan - It's Alright, Ma

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.

You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him.

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

[UltraViolet]

Miettikää tätä


25th Floor - Patti Smith

We explore the men's room.
We don't give a shit.
Ladies' lost electricity;
take vows inside of it.

Desire to dance;
Too startled to try.
Wrap my legs 'round you,
starting to fly.

Let's explore
up there, up there, up there,
on the twenty-fifth floor.

Circle all around me,
coming for the kill, kill, kill
oh kill me baby
like a kamikaze
heading for a spill.
oh but it's all spilt milk to me.

Desire to dance;
Too startled to try.
Wrap my legs 'round you,
starting to fly.

Let's soar
up there, up there, up there,
on the twenty-fifth floor.

We do not eat
flower of creation.
We do not eat,
eat anything at all.
Love is, love was, love is a manifestation.
I'm waiting for a contact to call.
Love's war. Love's cruel.
Love's pretty, love's pretty cruel tonight.
I'm waiting here to refuel.
I'm gonna make contact tonight.
Love in my heart.
The night to exploit.
Twenty-five stories over Detroit,
and there's more
up there, up there, up there.

stoned in space. zeus. christ. it has always been rock and so it is and so it shall be. within the context of neo rock we must open up our eyes and seize and rend the veil of smoke which man calls order. pollution is a necessary result of the inability of man to reform and transform waste.
the transformation of waste
the transformation of waste
the transformation of waste
the transformation of waste is perhaps the oldest pre-occupation of man. man being the chosen alloy, he must be reconnected—via shit, at all cost. inherent with(in) us is the dream of the task of the alchemist to create from the clay of man. and to re-create from excretion of man pure and then soft and then solid gold.

all must not be art. some art we must disintegrate.
positive (anarchy must exist.)

in background:
(i feel it swirling around me
i feel it feeling no pain
i'm waiting above for you baby
i know that I'll see you up there
i'm floating in a door backward
on boundaries over this world
i'm waiting above in the sky, dear
upon a [ ] ...)

[UltraViolet]

Rock N Roll Nigger

Baby was a black sheep. Baby was a whore.
Baby got big and baby get bigger.
Baby get something. Baby get more.
Baby, baby, baby was a rock-and-roll nigger.
Oh, look around you, all around you,
riding on a copper wave.
Do you like the world around you?
Are you ready to behave?

Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.
Outside of society, that's where I want to be.

(Lenny!)

Baby was a black sheep. Baby was a whore.
You know she got big. Well, she's gonna get bigger.
Baby got a hand; got a finger on the trigger.
Baby, baby, baby is a rock-and-roll nigger.

Outside of society, that's where I want to be.
Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.

(those who have suffered, understand suffering,
and thereby extend their hand
the storm that brings harm
also makes fertile
blessed is the grass
and herb and the true thorn and light)

I was lost in a valley of pleasure.
I was lost in the infinite sea.
I was lost, and measure for measure,
love spewed from the heart of me.
I was lost, and the cost,
and the cost didn't matter to me.
I was lost, and the cost
was to be outside society.

Jimi Hendrix was a nigger.
Jesus Christ and Grandma, too.
Jackson Pollock was a nigger.
Nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger,
nigger, nigger, nigger.

Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.
Outside of society, if you're looking,
that's where you'll find me.
Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.
Outside of society. (Repeat)


Nii.
Perkele.

[UltraViolet]

Rock N Roll Nigger

Vauva oli musta lammas. Vauva oli huora.
Vauva tuli isoksi ja vauva tuli isommaksi.
Vauva sai jotain. Vauva sai lisää.
Vauva, vauva, vauva oli rock-ja-roll neekeri.
Oh, katso ympärillesi, kaikkialle ympärillesi,
ratsastaen kupari aallolla.

Pidätkö ympärilläsi olevasta maailmasta?
Oletko valmis käyttäytymään?

Yhteiskunnan ulkopuolella, ne odottavat meitä.
Yhteisön ulkopuolella, se on se siellä missä haluan olla.

(Lenny!)


Nii.
Perkele.

Ultraviolent, love.

By the way, en jaksanut enään itsentaa [tehdä itselleen ymmärrettäväksi], alkoi sattumaan päähän, kas-kummaa, keijukainen-ko se siellä,,,

ha
rakastan sua joka päivä enemmän
paitsi että
rakastanko itseäni sittenkin...


Pogues - Pair of Brown Eyes
One summer evening drunk to hell
I stood there nearly lifeless
An old man in the corner sang
Where the water lilies grow
And on the jukebox johnny sang
About a thing called love
And its how are you kid and whats your name
And how would you bloody know?
In blood and death neath a screaming sky
I lay down on the ground
And the arms and legs of other men
Were scattered all around
Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed then cursed
Then prayed and bled some more
And the only thing that I could see
Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me
But when we got back, labeled parts one to three
There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me

And a rovin a rovin a rovin Ill go
For a pair of brown eyes

I looked at him he looked at me
All I could do was hate him
While ray and philomena sang
Of my elusive dream
I saw the streams, the rolling hills
Where his brown eyes were waiting
And I thought about a pair of brown eyes
That waited once for me
So drunk to hell I left the place
Sometimes crawling sometimes walking
A hungry sound came across the breeze
So I gave the walls a talking
And I heard the sounds of long ago
From the old canal
And the birds were whistling in the trees
Where the wind was gently laughing

And a rovin a rovin a rovin Ill go
For a pair of brown eyes

[tajunalle]

Silmämme avataan ja suljetaan
me maailmanpyörällä kuljetaan
Ylöspäin, ja alas, ja ympäri hei
maailmanpyöräni vei
elämäni oli tylsää niin
sitä tylsyyttä katselin silmät kii
silmäni avasin ja maailman näin
maailmaani katsomaan jäin

On vuosi '85, kauan on aikaa siis
siitä kun viimeksi ylöspäin
pyörähdin pyörässä näin

CHORUS
Täällä metrossa maailman
lauluja kirjoitan
lauluja siitä mitä mä nään
ja mitä tunnen sisällä pään
ja missä kuljin milloinkin
mietin nyt, silloinkin
mietin kenelle lauluni teen
missä oon, minne meen

Näin poikanne pollella ratsastaa

Konsertoin, toisin sanoen
rämpytän lanttia anoen
kuinka pitkälle poikanne näin
kävelee seinää päin
kirjettä kotiin kirjoitin
ei pysy enää kädessä soitin
vielä viimeinen sana vaan
sitten menen kanavaan

On vuosi '85, kauan on aikaa siis
siitä kun viimeksi ylöspäin
pyörähdin pyörässä näin

CHORUS

Näin poikanne maailmaa katsastaa

On vuosi '85, kauan on aikaa siis
siitä kun viimeksi ylöspäin
pyörähdin pyörässä näin

Näin poikanne pollella ratsastaa

Täällä metrossa maailman
lauluja kirjoitan
lauluja siitä mitä mä nään
ja mitä tunnen sisällä pään

Ei lopu täältä polle, ei amfetamiini
täältä kukkaloistosta Amsterdamin
ojat pullollaan pitkätukkiaan
antaa kaikkien kukkien kukkia vaan

ja missä kuljin milloinkin
mietin nyt, silloinkin
mietin kenelle lauluni teen
missä oon, minne meen

CHORUS

[Hattusiili]

Haha mun mestari on

Julma Hneri ja syrjäytyneet - Likaisille

Tulin maan päälle niin valkoisena, /
puhtaana hymy viattomilla kasvoilla.
Avoimena, luottavaisena,
tietämättömänä, tyhmänä.
Ne poltti sen siivet, otti siltä sen kaiken pois.
Alusta asti, hakkas matalaksi /
sit se sama lapsi, onki paha lapsi.

- Mikä sillä on kun se on tollane? Pitäiskö se laittaa laitokseen?
- Joo! Me autetaan sitä!

No kuka vittu teitä auttaa?
Pahaa on kai tehty edellisessä elämässä.
huumeet huolena / huumeet kuolema.
Päihteet vaientaa vastaväitteet, mä oon niin likane.

chorus:

Tää on meille likaisille, se on sun päässä.
Pese itses puhtaaksi, sillä se on sun päässäs.
Tää on meille likaisille, se on sun päässäs.
Pese itses puhtaaksi, sillä se on sun päässäs.

Ympäristö huutaa: osta tai oot paska /
ilman tota et saa tätä, ja ilman tätä et saa sitä.
ostaostaostaostaostaosta vittu en osta.
Mää en jaksa enää tätä samaa paskaa /
samaa kaavaa, juon itseni tyhmäksi.
Mutta sekään ei enää toimi, siksi laajennamme huumausainesiin,
ja sieltä valitaan sellanen sopiva motivoiva vaihtoehto.
Tai voihan sitä käyttää kaikkea sekasi / ja olla aeeva sekasi.
Olla olematta, liikkua liikkumatta, tippua pois.
Likaiset putsaa itsensä täältä, mikähän niillä on hätänä?

chorus:

Tää on meille likaisille, se on sun päässä.
Pese itses puhtaaksi, sillä se on sun päässäs.
Tää on meille likaisille, se on sun päässäs.
Pese itses puhtaaksi, sillä se on sun päässäs.

Pese itses verille niinkun raiskattu suihkussa /
verisiä ruiskuja muistuttamassa meistä.
Mutta se lika ei lähde pesemällä /
oireet hoidossa, ongelmat piilossa.
"Annetaan niille puhtaita piikkejä niin kyllä ne pärjää!"
Ja jos ei pärjää niin mitä vittua sitte? Kuolevat ainaki pois rasittamasta meitä.
Ne yritti tehdä musta mustan, mut se ei enää tartu, mä oon jälleen puhdas.
Emmä olekkaan likane, te olette.
Ja sä tuut olemaan sitä niin kauan kunnes sä tajuat /
ja tuut puhtaaksi, tuut uudelleen puhtaaksi.

Tää on teille likaisille, se on sun päässä.
Pese itses puhtaaksi, sillä se on sun päässäs.
Tää on teille likaisille, se on sun päässäs.
Pese itses puhtaaksi, sillä se on sun päässäs.

[bdxm]

julma henri ei muuten toimi yhtään tekstinä, huomasin just. iso osa jäbän karismasta kuitenkin perustuu siihen "in your face"-tyyliseen saastan räkimiseen (*puhun normaalin enemmistön näkökulmasta) josta itse pidän myös paljon. toiki on hyvä biisi mutta tosi ankee ilman henrin artikulointia.

idän kolme tietäjää:

tietäjistä ensimmäinen puhumassa retkuille, myllypuron vihasille kegluille,
isoille ketjuille kanto kravaatin kauppaan, pienel miehel hirvee hinku auttaa,
tahtoo äänestäjän töiden parii jelppaa, edustaa kansaa muuttaa ostarille telttaan,
sai mirhamii ja itsetunnon nokialla, oppi jostain että riidat loppuu sopimalla,
kun tilastoissa sisuu syöttinä akatemioissa, lainaamassa baaris maamme kemioissa,
poliitikon lukeminen alust asti luisti, opetteli koulus hissankirjat muistiin,
sääntöi elämään, tarvitaan rajoja, hämärtyy tautalla puolueen valoja,
ei rauhoton sydän konferenssis nuku, kultahammas, taakkan tuulipuku

jos joku väittää et tietää, tulee muuttamaan mieltään, pitää kutsumus tien pääl, ei yhtään viisasta vielkään
jos joku väittää et tietää, tulee muuttamaan mieltään, pitää kutsumus tien pääl, ei yhtään viisasta vielkään

piirrettyy potrettii, avattuu ikkinaa, pyöräilin syvemmälle metsään tippumaan,
vilkuttaa pihalla kun savu ovest tupruu, maijas toisen tietäjän peltikatto kupruu,
taiteilija sohvalle, termiitti syömälle, huoneeni virta viemäs pääni pyörälle,
rasavilli kävelee käymisii vastoin, kärsi, [eimuista]
ilman tunteit potkii ahtaalle hurtan, oo vetämäs tai mä kankaalle turtan,
alku aineessa, ain vaiheessa, suures aikees kun kaikki on kaikessa,
hengästyneen puhuu kahvitauon sekaan, suitsukkeet palaa, hullunmylly rauhotetaan,
vaihdan nimen puhelinta nauhotetaan, ikkunani laudotetaan,

jos joku väittää et tietää, tulee muuttamaan mieltään, pitää kutsumus tien pääl, ei yhtään viisasta vielkään
jos joku väittää et tietää, tulee muuttamaan mieltään, pitää kutsumus tien pääl, ei yhtään viisasta vielkään

paksuu leipää, elättävää vettä, ei pysty kolmat vedättäjää pettää,
ruohonjuuren toivoin surua masalle, ku oisin astumasta mielest maan tasalle,
bensan katkuu, kaks likast satkuu, ei pysty kauaa hyvä onni jatkuu,
piilos markkasella aarteita latoja, viimesil viikingeillä iljettävii tapoja,
kuuntele tätä, turvonneen kohkasta, säätäjän sieluu, unelmaa fuengeroolasta,
ku ois joka aamu noussu ylös paskasta, otti sixpäkin, en puhu vatsasta,
rosmo horjuen ovikelloon herää, piilotti pienen pussin avaimenperään,
mä pidän huolen, nyt raahamassa vastuuni, hoidan omaiset ja pistän naiseni paksuksi.

jos joku väittää et tietää, tulee muuttamaan mieltään, pitää kutsumus tien pääl, ei yhtään viisasta vielkään
jos joku väittää et tietää, tulee muuttamaan mieltään, pitää kutsumus tien pääl, ei yhtään viisasta vielkään

ei tää missään nimessä paras ole mutta sattuneista syistä toimii henkilökohtasesti ku junan vessa. eikä muutakaan tullu mieleen.
virheet ulkomuistin piikkiin.

[Touchet]

Barry McGuire - Eve of Destruction

The eastern world, it is exploding
Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’
You’re old enough to kill, but not for votin’
You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re totin’
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin’

But you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

Don’t you understand what I’m tryin’ to say
Can’t you feel the fears I’m feelin’ today?
If the button is pushed, there’s no runnin’ away
There’ll be no one to save, with the world in a grave
Take a look around ya boy, it's bound to scare ya boy!

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

Yeah, my blood’s so mad feels like coagulatin’
I’m sitting here just contemplatin’
I can’t twist the truth, it knows no regulation.
Handful of senators don’t pass legislation
And marches alone can’t bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin’
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

Think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
You may leave here for 4 days in space
But when you return, it’s the same old place
The poundin’ of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead, but don’t leave a trace
Hate your next-door neighbor, but don’t forget to say grace
And… tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend
You don’t believe
We’re on the eve
Of destruction
Mm, no no, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

[WARHEAD]

Täytyy sanoa että slayer vaan vaikka nyt ei olis kovin hyvää trippi musaa mutta näin ateistina osaa vain ihailla näitä sanoituksi jotka ovat kyllä puhtaasti mielikuvituksen kanssa pienellä saatanallisella vivahteella tehty.äivät ainakaan jätä ketään tyhjäksi

SLAYER - DISCIPLE

Drones since the dawn of time
Compelled to live your sheltered lives
Not once has anyone ever seen
Such a rise of pure hypocracy
I'll instigate I'll free your mind
I'll show you what I've known all this time

God Hates Us All, God Hates Us All
You know it's true God hates this place
You know it's true he hates this race

Homicide-Suicide
Hate heals, you should try it sometime
Strive for Peace with acts of war
The beauty of death we all adore
I have no faith distracting me
I know why your prayers will never be answered

God Hates Us All; God Hates Us All
He Fuckin' hates me

Pessimist, Terrorist targeting the next mark
Global chaos feeding on hysteria
Cut throat, slit your wrist, shoot you in the back fair game
Drug abuse, self abuse searching for the next high
Sounds a lot like hell is spreading all the time
I'm waiting for the day the whole world fucking dies

I never said I wanted to be God's disciple
I'll never be the one to blindly follow

Man made virus infecting the world
Self-destruct human time bomb
What if there is no God would you think the fuckin' same
Wasting your life in a leap of blind faith
Wake the fuck up can't ignore what I say
I got my own philosophy

I hate everyone equally
You can't tear that out of me
No segregation -separation
Just me in my world of enemies

I never said I wanted to be God's disciple
I'll never be the one to blindly follow
I'll never be the one to bear the cross-disciple

I reject this fuckin' race
I despise this fuckin' place

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SyD02UkZ9lE
ja onhan noita muitakin samaa tyyliä ja vähintään yhtä hyviä



sitten on myös todella mahtava masennus laulu keski -iän kriisiä kohtaaville ihmisille


THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS - OLDER

You're older than you've ever been.
And now you're even older.
And now you're even older.
And now you're even older.

You're older than you've ever been.
And now you're even older.
And now you're older still.

TIME! Is marching on.
And time.. is still marching on.
This day will soon be at an end and now it's even sooner.
And now it's even sooner.
And now it's even sooner.
This day will soon be at an end and now it's even sooner.
And now it's even sooner.
And now it's sooner still.

You're older than you've ever been.
And now you're even older.
And now you're even older.
And now you're even older.

You're older than you've ever been.
And now you're even older.
And now you're older still.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T1j6k1hxfcA

sori 2 sanoista

[bom]

Marilyn Manson -I Don't Like the Drugs (But the Drugs Like Me)

I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me
I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs

Norm life baby: We're white and oh so hetero and our sex is missionary.
Norm life baby: We're quitters and we're sober, our confessions will be televised.

You and I are underdosed and we're ready to fall
Raised to be stupid, taught to be nothing at all.

I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me
I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs
I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me
I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs

Norm life baby: God is white and unforgiving, we're piss tested and we're praying.
Norm life baby: I'm just a sample of a soul, made to look just like a human being.
Norm life baby: We're rehabbed and we're ready for our 15 minutes of shame.
Norm life baby: We're talkshown and we're pointing just like christians at a suicide.

You and I are underdosed and we're ready to fall
Raised to be stupid, taught to be nothing at all.

I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me
I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs
I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me
I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs

There's a hole in our soul that we fill with dope and we're feeling fine.
I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me
I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs the drugs

[Miasma]

Laibach - Declaration Of Freedom

No need to be afraid
When the light start to fade
When minds disintegrate
No need to be afraid

No need, no need to fear
When you begin to hear the bells
Tolling death knells in your ears
Calling you closer to me

I'll set you free

When the temple comes to collect
To harvest your life's account
And your goodness is no defence
Against your family's neglect

Take my hands and follow me
I'll set you free

Between heavenly salvation
And the Serpent's curse
Between eternal abomination
And the boredom of the vertuous
You deeds count for nothing
On the day of reckoning
Your faith stands for nothing
God was only an enterprise

Take my hands and follow me
I'll set you free

Some people say
Death is not the end
Well let me tell you this
Death is your only friend

Death is the final release
From the cycle of misery
From the threat of eternity
And perpetual vanity

Take my hands and follow me
I'll set you free

Death is the final release
From the cycle of misery
From the threat of eternity
From eternal slavern

Take my hands and follow me
I'll set you free...

[Freakout]

Rosetta Stoned
Tool


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 fucking 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 fuckin' pants."

So light in his way,
Like an apparition
He had me crying out:
"Fuck me
It's gotta be
the Deadhead Chemistry
The blotter got right on top of me
Got me seein' E-motherfuckin'-T!"

And after calming me down
with some orange slices
and some fetal spooning,
E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose.
He said, "You are the Chosen One,
the One who will deliver the message.
A message of hope for those who choose to hear it
and a warning for those who do not."
Me. The Chosen One?
They chose me!!!
And I didn't even graduate from fuckin' high school.

You'd better...
You'd better...
You'd better...
You'd better listen.

Then he looked right through me
With somniferous almond eyes
Don't even know what that means
Must remember to write it down
This is so real
Like the time Dave floated away
See, my heart is pounding
'Cause this shit never happens to me

I can't breathe right now!

It was so real,
Like I woke up in Wonderland.
All sorta terrifying
I don't wanna be all alone
While I tell this story.
And can anyone tell me why
Y'all sound like Peanuts parents?
Will I ever be coming down?
This is so real
Finally, it's my lucky day
See, my heart is racing
'Cause this shit never happens to me

I can't breathe right now!

You believe me, don't you?
Please believe what I've just said!
See the Dead ain't touring
And this wasn't all in my head.
See, they took me by the hand
And invited me right in.
Then they showed me something
I don't even know where to begin.

Strapped down [to] my bed
Feet cold [and] eyes red
I'm out of my head
Am I alive? Am I dead?
Can't remember what they said
God damn, shit the bed.

Hey ...

Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position.
Such a heavy burden now to be the One
Born to bear and read to all the details of our ending,
To write it down for all the world to see.

But I forgot my pen
Shit the bed again ...
Typical.

Strapped down [to] my bed
Feet cold and eyes red
I'm out of my head
Am I alive? Am I dead?
Sunkist and Sudafed *
Gyroscopes and infrared
Won't help, I'm brain dead
Can't remember what they said
God damn, shit the bed

I can't remember what they said to me
Can't remember what they said to make me out to be the hero
Can't remember what they said
Bob help me!
Can't remember what they said

[We] don't know, [and we] won't know (x12)

God damn, shit the bed!
...Parhautta

[ole11]

Kasvoton kuolema

Kasvoton kuolema
kyyhkysten vankina
kaipasi keijukaispoikia
unelmien kannibaaleja
Kenties
myös
syksyn vaatevuoria

Kasvoton kuolema
bordellin vintillä
kostutti tyttöjen viuhkoja
ahmien kretonkihameita
Sekä
- uuu -
vaatien LSD-koneita


Sirhan Sirhan kameralla murhas kuvan Kennedystä
Yksinäisen ratsastajan kanssa kinas Leninistä
Jäykkä perse, lamaantuneet
haukkas paskaa kuppilassa
kellokortti niskan päällä hotkas sopan minuutissa
Aivokoppa tuleen syttyi uuden vallan ammuksista
Palokunta kuseen hukkui
letkut repes nivuksista


Kasvoton kuolema
Systeemin vieraana
pieruaan punastuu, häpeilee
uutisten rinnalla kalpenee
Sitten
myös
puukkonsa mekkoon tempaisee


Sirhan Sirhan vankilassa maalas kuvan Stalinista
Yksinäisen ratsastajan kanssa kinas ohjuksista
Pressanlinnan päällä nousee patsas julma paskalortin
Eduskunta pöytää nuijii, iskee
kuka sulkee portin
Tuhat suurta mulkunpäätä lähtee pakoon komeroista
Linnut huutaa
katsokaapa pallit roikkuu kitaroista


(Säv. V. Esine, san. Lauri Kenttä)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8MSVHv3m3Go

[Pentabarf]

Iggy Pop & The Stooges - No Fun

No fun my babe no fun
No fun my babe no fun
No fun to hang around
Feeling that same old way
No fun to hang around
Freaked out for another day
No fun my babe no fun
No fun my babe no fun
No fun to be around
Walking by myself
No fun to be alone
In love with nobody else
Well maybe go out maybe stay home
Maybe call Mom on the telephone
Well come on, well come on,
Well come on..........

Kannattaa kuunnella pari kertaa anakin, että ei pointti unohdu.

[Omegano]

Haha mun mestari on

Julma Hneri ja syrjäytyneet - Likaisille

Tulin maan päälle niin valkoisena, /
puhtaana hymy viattomilla kasvoilla.
Avoimena, luottavaisena,
tietämättömänä, tyhmänä.
Ne poltti sen siivet, otti siltä sen kaiken pois.
Alusta asti, hakkas matalaksi /
sit se sama lapsi, onki paha lapsi.

- Mikä sillä on kun se on tollane? Pitäiskö se laittaa laitokseen?
- Joo! Me autetaan sitä!

Varsinkin tämä alku on tosi kaunis ja koskettava.


Mielestäni tämän biisin sanat on jotenkin osuvat:

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


Wolves in the Throne Roomin sanoista olen kanssa aina pitänyt, vaikka isoa osaa metaforista en ymmärräkään joten ne jää vähän vaan kauniiksi sanahelinäksi.

Diadem of Twelve Stars

The strength that resides in contemplation
Bathes me in silver starlight
I will lead this beast on a chain of flowers
Fear not the Jaws that devour soul

Between two pillars I have sat
Great oxen in the periphery
I ride in full course swift
Through the dark night and the rain pours down
You are a daughter of heaven
12 stars circle your brow
But you do not see them and the rain pours down
Our time in this garden is past

[CharlieBigPpotato]

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)

[Normander]

Apulanta - Ravistettava ennen käyttöä

"Tahtoisin olla se joka olin silloin, kun kuollakseni halusin tulla sellaiseksi kuin nyt olen."

[Lespidis]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EUN-Z-v17wM

t's all love . . .



I don't eat no meat, no dairy, no sweets

only ripe vegetables, fresh fruit and whole wheat

I'm from the old school, my household smell like soul food, bro

curried falafel, barbecued tofu

no fish though, no candy bars, no cigarettes

only ganja and fresh-squeezed juice from oranges

exercising daily to stay healthy

and I rarely drink water out the tap, cause it's filthy



Lentil soup is mental fruit

and ginger root is good for the yout'

Fresh veg-e-table with the mayatl stew

sweet yam fries with the green calalloo

careful how you season and prepare your foods

cause you don't wanna lose vitamins and miner-ules

and that's the jewel

life brings life, it's valuable, so I eat what comes

from the ground, it's natural

let your food be your medicine (uh huh)

no Excederin (uh uh)

strictly herb, generate in the sun, cause I got melanin

and drink water, eight glasses a day

cause that's what they say



They say you are what you eat, so I strive to be healthy

my goal in life is not to be rich or wealthy

cause true wealth comes from good health, and wise ways

we got to start taking better care of ourselves



They say you are what you eat, so I strive to be healthy

my goal in life is not to be rich or wealthy

cause true wealth comes from good health, and wise ways

we got to start taking better care of ourselves, be

healthy y'all . . .



Yeah, yeah, yeah, hold the fuck up, yo

we'll take this little intermission, listen what the

fuck we gotta say, y'know?

Word is bond son, niggaz been livin fat for too long, knowamsayin?

Smokin bogeys, fuckin drinkin all types of shit

wailin out, not givin a fuck what they puttin in they

bodies, son, knowamsayin?

‘Bout time niggaz start thinkin about that shit, son, knowamsayin?

That shit is fuckin, makin us deteriorate, son

word up, we gotta care bout our little babies an shit, son

niggaz got kids to raise, straight up

ya gotta start learnin yo self, learning bout ya health, son

learnin this world we live in, kid, knowamsayin?

It's time to start changin all that shit god, word up

so I'm gonna leave y'all niggaz on some shit like that, ya knowamean?

Word up, y'all niggaz better start usin y'all minds an

shit, kid

Peace

[Lespidis]

Pink Floyd-Time-Echoes

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand 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

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but youre 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 Id something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.