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Simon & Garfunkel I Am A Rock
A winters day
In a deep and dark december;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Ive built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
Its laughter and its loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Dont talk of love,
But Ive heard the words before;
Its sleeping in my memory.
I wont disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
Simon & Garfunkel I Am A Rock
A winters day
In a deep and dark december;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Ive built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
Its laughter and its loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Dont talk of love,
But Ive heard the words before;
Its sleeping in my memory.
I wont disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
- Eruantalon
- Posty: 1963
- Rejestracja: piątek, 28 września 2007, 12:26
- Lokalizacja: Z dupy
- Kontakt:
- Eruantalon
- Posty: 1963
- Rejestracja: piątek, 28 września 2007, 12:26
- Lokalizacja: Z dupy
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http://youtube.com/watch?v=FjV8SHjHvHk
From our lives' beginning on
we are pushed in little forms
no one asks us how we like to be
in school they teach you what to think
but everyone says different things
but they're all convinced that
they're the ones to see
So they keep talking and they never stop
and at a certain point you give it up
so the only thing that's left to think is this
I want out--to live my life alone
I want out--leave me be
I want out--to do things on my own
I want out--to live my life and to be free
People tell me A and B
they tell me how I have to see
things that I have seen already clear
so they push me then from side to side
they're pushing me from black to white
they're pushing 'til there's nothing more to hear
But don't push me to the maximum
shut your mouth and take it home
'cause I decide the way things gonna be
I want out--to live my life alone
I want out--leave me be
I want out--to do things on my own
I want out--to live my life and to be free
There's a million ways to see the things in life
a million ways to be the fool
in the end of it, none of us is right
sometimes we need to be alone
From our lives' beginning on
we are pushed in little forms
no one asks us how we like to be
in school they teach you what to think
but everyone says different things
but they're all convinced that
they're the ones to see
So they keep talking and they never stop
and at a certain point you give it up
so the only thing that's left to think is this
I want out--to live my life alone
I want out--leave me be
I want out--to do things on my own
I want out--to live my life and to be free
People tell me A and B
they tell me how I have to see
things that I have seen already clear
so they push me then from side to side
they're pushing me from black to white
they're pushing 'til there's nothing more to hear
But don't push me to the maximum
shut your mouth and take it home
'cause I decide the way things gonna be
I want out--to live my life alone
I want out--leave me be
I want out--to do things on my own
I want out--to live my life and to be free
There's a million ways to see the things in life
a million ways to be the fool
in the end of it, none of us is right
sometimes we need to be alone
“It is better to be hated for who you are, than to be loved for someone you are not. ”
- RosalPowar
- Posty: 26
- Rejestracja: wtorek, 6 maja 2008, 22:49
O! Niedawno założyłem profil lansfm. Pozwolę sobie wbić się:DM. pisze:Ludki, ja tu z apelem. Mamy na laście swoją grupę http://www.lastfm.pl/group/The+Investigators . Na razie tylko ja i ewutek robimy tam za tłum. Jak będzie nas chociaż 10, to pojawią się rankingi i dowiemy się czego konkretnie piątki słuchają Zapraszamy! (czyt. w te pędy się zapisywać!)
5w4
Też lubię Simona i Garfunkela, a szczególnie:
The Sound of Silence
Hello, darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision
That was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
Beneath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed
By the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share...
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools," said I, "you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows."
"Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed in the wells of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said: "The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls,
And whisper'd in the sound of silence."
The Sound of Silence
Hello, darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision
That was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
Beneath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed
By the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share...
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools," said I, "you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows."
"Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed in the wells of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said: "The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls,
And whisper'd in the sound of silence."
Też lubię Simona i Garfunkela. Ale, żeby się nie powtarzać.
Seal.
"Kiss From A Rose"
http://pl.youtube.com/watch?v=H0uPYqWR1zE
There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh,
The more I get of you,
Stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grey.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grey,
I've been kissed by a rose on the grey,
I've been kissed by a rose
I've been kissed by a rose on the grey,
...And if I should fall along the way
I've been kissed by a rose
...been kissed by a rose on the grey.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain.
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey.
Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grey
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey.
Seal.
"Kiss From A Rose"
http://pl.youtube.com/watch?v=H0uPYqWR1zE
There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh,
The more I get of you,
Stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grey.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grey,
I've been kissed by a rose on the grey,
I've been kissed by a rose
I've been kissed by a rose on the grey,
...And if I should fall along the way
I've been kissed by a rose
...been kissed by a rose on the grey.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain.
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey.
Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grey
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey.
1w9
- Eruantalon
- Posty: 1963
- Rejestracja: piątek, 28 września 2007, 12:26
- Lokalizacja: Z dupy
- Kontakt:
Magiczna partia klawiszy niemal wyciska łzy, ejst coś w jej klimacie czysto 5'kowego wszelako.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=HGf7bbZ142k
Lost Horizon - Think not Forever
Waking up from a nameless decay
My life was is dream and my faith was in chains
Hypocrites kept me blind, still the Force is mine
Would it be in my heart to efface
Emotions for flesh and to stay out of doctrines' range
I am caught in a veil of illusions that haze my sight
If you think forever
Things will never change
When you find your sense again
You should follow its way
If you think forever
It is hard to see
When you find you truly believe
You should follow your spirit as your guide
Evolution in mind, heart and soul
Has brought me to see and to reach to my virgin glow
I have changed how to be, but it still is me
There is no one to stop my every strife
And all of my dreams now can be lived in life
I have learned how to see and believe in me, all time
If you think forever
Things will never change
When you find your sense again
You should follow its way
If you think forever
It is hard to see
When you find you truly believe
You should follow your spirit as your guide
http://youtube.com/watch?v=HGf7bbZ142k
Lost Horizon - Think not Forever
Waking up from a nameless decay
My life was is dream and my faith was in chains
Hypocrites kept me blind, still the Force is mine
Would it be in my heart to efface
Emotions for flesh and to stay out of doctrines' range
I am caught in a veil of illusions that haze my sight
If you think forever
Things will never change
When you find your sense again
You should follow its way
If you think forever
It is hard to see
When you find you truly believe
You should follow your spirit as your guide
Evolution in mind, heart and soul
Has brought me to see and to reach to my virgin glow
I have changed how to be, but it still is me
There is no one to stop my every strife
And all of my dreams now can be lived in life
I have learned how to see and believe in me, all time
If you think forever
Things will never change
When you find your sense again
You should follow its way
If you think forever
It is hard to see
When you find you truly believe
You should follow your spirit as your guide
“It is better to be hated for who you are, than to be loved for someone you are not. ”
- Eruantalon
- Posty: 1963
- Rejestracja: piątek, 28 września 2007, 12:26
- Lokalizacja: Z dupy
- Kontakt:
Mam wrazenie, ze sam ciagnę ten wątek ; >
http://youtube.com/watch?v=PnEOMtI1Pr8
Czas najwyższy rzeczy po imieniu nazywać, proszę
bardzo moje alter ego to włamywacz,
Nie taki zwykły, mam specjalny wytrych, swoje
sposoby by pootwierać ludzią głowy, kiedy zawodzą
tradycyjne metody możesz pukać do usranej
śmierci, nikt nie otworzy,
Łep zamknięty jak pieniądze w banku, ludzie
prześcigają się w zakładaniu nowych zamków.
Puk, puk nikt nie odpowiada, cisza jak makiem
zasiał,
Jeśli już na świat patrzą, to tylko przez
judasza.
Pierdla, dyrda instalowe sztaby, wówczas ja
wkraczam i tutaj Łebek wpierdol jakiegoś
włamywacza.
[- Puk puk
- kto tam?
– Elektrownia atomowa, liczniki sprawdzam]
I tu wychodzi moja specyfika że otwieram, taki
łep i zaraz znikam,
Darem drzwi forsuje i czmycham, zostawiam łep
otwarty jak sklep dwa cztery h
Moja rozmetaryzowana publicystyka.
To wspaniały kluczyk, żeby zrobić ludzią z głowy
rewolucję
I pięknie to wygląda, tylko że jest inaczej, dziś
tak ciężko jest być dobrym włamywaczem,
Jeśli tylko łep otworze zaraz znajda się
zamykacze, z arsenałem pełnym śpiących wybaczeń,
Kiedy zrobię szparę, ktoś zaraz ja zamyka, a
propos pozdrowienia dla ojca Rydzyka
Każdy mój sukces nazywany jest klęską, a mimo to
dobrze być przestępcą.
Refren: W świecie ludzi o zamkniętych głowach
włamywacz musi się cholernie napracować,
Wierz mi ludzie są śmieszni, bo zamknięty umysł
nie wiedzieć czemu stał się powodem do dumy. x2
Ajj jestem włamywaczem to powtórzę znów ci, dla
mnie sukces to otworzyć chociaż lufcik
Niech się wietrzy i tak zaraz zatrzaśnie go jakiś
amator,
Ludzią w głowach przydałby się wentylator ,
Bo już naprawdę im zdrowo odpierdala, nie dość ze
antywłamaniowe drzwi to jeszcze alarm,
Wciąż nowe zamki w promocyjnej akcji, trudno
drzwi otworzyć kiedy ktoś
Spuści klucz do kanalizacji, umysły tak
zniewolone,
Że trzeba je otwierać łomem, są mi znajome,
To jest bardzo ciężki kawałek chleba wytrych robi
jak tam, Łona daje Łeba
Efekt słyszysz na swoim sprzęcie, tylko broń boże
nie otwierać głowy bo strącę zajęcie.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=PnEOMtI1Pr8
Czas najwyższy rzeczy po imieniu nazywać, proszę
bardzo moje alter ego to włamywacz,
Nie taki zwykły, mam specjalny wytrych, swoje
sposoby by pootwierać ludzią głowy, kiedy zawodzą
tradycyjne metody możesz pukać do usranej
śmierci, nikt nie otworzy,
Łep zamknięty jak pieniądze w banku, ludzie
prześcigają się w zakładaniu nowych zamków.
Puk, puk nikt nie odpowiada, cisza jak makiem
zasiał,
Jeśli już na świat patrzą, to tylko przez
judasza.
Pierdla, dyrda instalowe sztaby, wówczas ja
wkraczam i tutaj Łebek wpierdol jakiegoś
włamywacza.
[- Puk puk
- kto tam?
– Elektrownia atomowa, liczniki sprawdzam]
I tu wychodzi moja specyfika że otwieram, taki
łep i zaraz znikam,
Darem drzwi forsuje i czmycham, zostawiam łep
otwarty jak sklep dwa cztery h
Moja rozmetaryzowana publicystyka.
To wspaniały kluczyk, żeby zrobić ludzią z głowy
rewolucję
I pięknie to wygląda, tylko że jest inaczej, dziś
tak ciężko jest być dobrym włamywaczem,
Jeśli tylko łep otworze zaraz znajda się
zamykacze, z arsenałem pełnym śpiących wybaczeń,
Kiedy zrobię szparę, ktoś zaraz ja zamyka, a
propos pozdrowienia dla ojca Rydzyka
Każdy mój sukces nazywany jest klęską, a mimo to
dobrze być przestępcą.
Refren: W świecie ludzi o zamkniętych głowach
włamywacz musi się cholernie napracować,
Wierz mi ludzie są śmieszni, bo zamknięty umysł
nie wiedzieć czemu stał się powodem do dumy. x2
Ajj jestem włamywaczem to powtórzę znów ci, dla
mnie sukces to otworzyć chociaż lufcik
Niech się wietrzy i tak zaraz zatrzaśnie go jakiś
amator,
Ludzią w głowach przydałby się wentylator ,
Bo już naprawdę im zdrowo odpierdala, nie dość ze
antywłamaniowe drzwi to jeszcze alarm,
Wciąż nowe zamki w promocyjnej akcji, trudno
drzwi otworzyć kiedy ktoś
Spuści klucz do kanalizacji, umysły tak
zniewolone,
Że trzeba je otwierać łomem, są mi znajome,
To jest bardzo ciężki kawałek chleba wytrych robi
jak tam, Łona daje Łeba
Efekt słyszysz na swoim sprzęcie, tylko broń boże
nie otwierać głowy bo strącę zajęcie.
“It is better to be hated for who you are, than to be loved for someone you are not. ”
- Eruantalon
- Posty: 1963
- Rejestracja: piątek, 28 września 2007, 12:26
- Lokalizacja: Z dupy
- Kontakt:
- Eruantalon
- Posty: 1963
- Rejestracja: piątek, 28 września 2007, 12:26
- Lokalizacja: Z dupy
- Kontakt: