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Post by 101ST Edge [SGT] on Mar 21, 2005 17:42:09 GMT
Yeah Rik, their music is quite melancholic and dark.
That's why i love it. I'm tired of hearing "happy" music. I prefer to hear something that makes you think that life is not always happy. Their music talks about dispair, isolation, etc.
And it's funny because they were kind of a Punk band that used synthesizers in their music (wich brings more emotion to their sound), and that was something wich was tabu in Punk society.
I really advise you to hear them. Best songs from them are "Love Will Tear Us Apart", "Transmission" and "Atmosphere".
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Post by -(aaK)-grimreaper on Apr 1, 2005 8:53:25 GMT
fixxxer metallica Dolls of voodoo all stuck with pins One for each of us and our sins So you lay us in a line Push your pins, they make us humble Only you can tell in time If we'll fall or merely stumble But tell me Can you heal what father's done? Or fix this hole in a mother's son? Can you heal the broken worlds within? Can you strip away so we may start again? Tell me, can you heal what father's done? Or cut this rope and let us run? Just when all seems fine and i'm pain free You jab another pin You jab another pin in me Mirror, mirror upon the wall Break the spell or become the doll See you sharpening the pins So the holes will remind us We're just the toys in the hands of another And in time needles turn from shine to rust But tell me Can you heal what father's done? Or fix the hole in mother's son? Can you heal the broken worlds within? Can you strip away so we may start again? Tell me, can you heal what father's done? Or cut this rope and let us run? Just when all seems fine and i'm pain free You jab another pin You jab another pin in me Jab it Blood for face Sweat for dirt Three x's for the stone To break this curse A ritual is due I believe i'm not alone Shell of shotgun Pint of gin Numb us up to shield the pins Renew our faith which way we can To fall in love with life again To fall in love with life again To fall in love with life again To fall in love To fall in love To fall in love with life again So tell me Can you heal what father's done? Or fix the hole in mother's son? Can you heal the broken worlds within? Can you strip away so we may start again? Yeah, tell me, can you heal what father's done? Or cut this rope and let us run? Just when all seems fine and i'm pain free You jab another pin You jab another pin in me Oh yeah No more pins in me, yeah No more, no more pins in me No more, no more pins in me No more, no more, no more No, no, no  |
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M-di H'chak/M-di H'dlak
Posts: 287
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Post by Vlad on Apr 26, 2005 8:12:36 GMT
Slayer-Reborn
Convicted witch my life will end
At midnight on the stake
My dedicated life was spent
To insubordinate
Secured by lock inside a cell
Imprisoned for no crime
The shackles will be useless
When your life is out of time
Incantation spell gone by
I will see life again
My deals will made eternally
I signed the book of red
My rage will be unleashed again
Burning the next morn
Death means nothing, there is no end
I will be reborn
No gift of exile in my fate
I'll get no amnesty
You can't control my destiny
There is no habitual need
Proclaim my death, to end my wrath
It takes more than one try
Indulge your ineffective curse
I will never die
You think by killing me tonight
My powers will not rise
There'll be nowhere for you to run
When my hatred comes to life
Condemned to fill the prophecy
Allowing no first born
Defy your morbid declaration
Leave you ripped and torn
(LEAD: HANNEMAN)
Count your blessing would be priest
As I burn upon the stake
You'd be forgiven endlessly
But your values are all fake
Forever servant of my Lord
By choice and not submission
Maybe now I've made you wonder
Am I superstition
Incantation spell gone by
I will live again
My deals will made eternally
I signed the book in red
My rage will be unleashed again
Burning the next morn
Death means nothing there is no end
I will be reborn
(LEAD: HANNEMAN)
;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
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Post by -(aaK)- Didz on May 16, 2005 0:50:57 GMT
Yeah Rik, their music is quite melancholic and dark. That's why i love it. I'm tired of hearing "happy" music. I prefer to hear something that makes you think that life is not always happy. Their music talks about dispair, isolation, etc. And it's funny because they were kind of a Punk band that used synthesizers in their music (wich brings more emotion to their sound), and that was something wich was tabu in Punk society. I really advise you to hear them. Best songs from them are "Love Will Tear Us Apart", "Transmission" and "Atmosphere". dude joy division were new wave. i believe the actual music to be almost void of emotion and that it effectively emulated ian curtis's depression and megalomaniaism; his visions of dispair etc. this i guess created emotion within itself and made the band what it was. from listening to the records i believe that the synths were used more as an impressionist rather than expressionist tool. best songs=love will tear us apart, ceremony and of course disorder. |
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They call me mad and damn me: I call THEM mad and damn them.
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Post by Rik-[FD] on Jul 5, 2005 14:51:52 GMT
Thunder Child from War of the Worlds (you might have to listen to the whole CD to get the emotion from this one but it always has an effect on me).
The Journalist (Richard Burton narrating as only he can): The steamer began to move slowly away, but on the landward horizon appeared the silhouette of a Fighting Machine. Another came, and another striding over hills and trees, plunging far out to sea and blocking the exit of the steamer. Between them lay the silent grey ironclad, Thunder Child. Slowly it moved towards shore, then with a deafening roar and whoosh of spray, it swung about and drove fill speed towards the waiting Martians.
Singing: There were ships of shapes and sizes,
Scattered out along the bay.
And I thought I heard her calling,
As the steamer pulled away.
The invaders must have seen them,
As across the coard they filed.
Standing firm between them,
There lay Thunder Child.
Moving swiftly through the waters,
Cannons blazing as she came.
Brought a mighty metal warlord,
Crashing down in sheets of flame.
Sensing victory was nearing,
Thinking fortune must have smiled.
People started cheering,
"Come on Thunder Child.
Come on Thunder Child!"
The Journalist: The Martians released their black smoke, but the ship sped on, cutting down one of the tripod figures. Instantly, the others raised their Heat Rays and melted the Thunder Child's valiant heart.
Singing: Lashing ropes and smashing timbers,
Flashing Heat Rays pierced the deck.
Dashing hopes of our deliverance,
As we watched the sinking wreck.
With the smoke of battle clearing,
Over graves in waves defiled.
Slowly disapearing,
Farewell Thunder Child!
Slowly disapearing,
Farewell Thunder Child!
Farewell Thunder Child!
Farewell Thunder...
Child, Child, Child, Child, Child.
The Journalist: When the smoke cleared, the little steamer had reached the misty horizon, and Carrie was safe. But the Thunder Child had vanished forever, taking with her man's last hope of victory. The leaden sky was lit by green flashes, cylinder following cylinder, and no one and nothing was left now to fight them. The Earth belonged to the Martians.
Martians: Ulla!
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HEAD FATTY!
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Post by Cabal on Aug 17, 2005 0:48:27 GMT
Freak The Mighty
From the soundtrack to the film The Mighty
Words and music by Sting
Walking this high road are warriors from an olden time
Curse on this land and the days far behind us
Dragons we've slain, rescued many maiden s fair
And no man ever dared break our stride
Or the brotherhood that binds us.
Brothers are we, marching on the roads of time
From this broken land and the days that defined us
All men are free, justice is a sword we hold
Trusting in the knights noble vow
In the brotherhood that binds us.
When the broken are strong
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the beaten are proud
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the twisted can stand
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the silenced can laugh
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the hunted have turned
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the tortured are sane
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the blinded still stare
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the poisoned remain
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the voiceless can sing
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
And the shackled can run
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
And this downtrodden man holds his face to the sun
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
We ll be walking high above the world.
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
Our legend will say
Freak the mighty
Freak the mighty
Freak the mighty
Freak the mighty...
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Post by -(aaK)- Messiah on Aug 17, 2005 13:55:27 GMT
Here Ya go Not a Popular song But still owns
Stone Sour-Bother
Wish I was too dead to cry
My self-affliction fades
Stones to throw at my creator
Masochists to which I cater
You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds
Wish I was too dead to care
If indeed I cared at all
Never had a voice to protest
So you fed me SHIT to digest
I wish I had a reason;
my flaws are open season
For this, I gave up trying
One good turn deserves my dying
You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds
Wish I'd died instead of lived
A zombie hides my face
Shell forgotten
with its memories
Diaries left
with cryptic entries
And you don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds
You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on:
I'll never live down my deceit
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Post by -(aaK)- Nav on Aug 19, 2005 1:26:44 GMT
Foo Fighters - Best Of You
I’ve got another confession to make
I’m your fool
Everyone’s got their chains to break
Holdin’ you
Were you born to resist or be abused?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Are you gone and onto someone new?
I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose
You gave me something that I didn’t have
But had no use
I was too weak to give in
Too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again
But I break loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can’t choose
I swear I’ll never give in
I refuse
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
Your trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you? Oh...
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
The life, the love
You die to heal
The hope that starts
The broken hearts
Your trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
I’ve got another confession my friend
I’m no fool
I’m getting tired of starting again
Somewhere new
Were you born to resist or be abused?
I swear I’ll never give in
I refuse
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
Your trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Oh...
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Post by -(aaK)- Messiah on Aug 19, 2005 11:53:15 GMT
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Post by -(aaK)-grimreaper on Aug 8, 2007 17:22:51 GMT
Daylight has finally reached it's end
As evenfall strikes into the sky
Far away in the dark glimpsing moonlight
Sickening souls cry out in pain
Whispering voices summoning screams
Waiting for Satan to bless their sins
Blackhearted angels fallen from grace
Possessed by the search for utter darkness
Hear the cries from the Mourning Palace
Feel the gloom of restless spirits
Hear the screams from the Mouring Palace
Feel the doom of haunting chants
Eternal is their lives in misery
Eternal is their lives in grief
Abandoned in a void of nothingness
A chain of anger, a fetter of despair
In this garden of depraved beings
This unsacred place of helpless ones
Satan blessed the creatures
Inswathed them in endless night
Whispering voices, summoning screams
Waiting for Satan to bless their sins
Blackhearted angels fallen from grace
Possessed by the search for utter darkness xD
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Post by -(aaK)-grimreaper on Aug 8, 2007 17:25:42 GMT
guess name of song and band xD
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Post by -(aaK)- Pascalsys on Aug 11, 2007 17:10:32 GMT
Mourning Palace
Dimmu Borgir
Google for the WIN
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Post by -(aaK)- Nav on Aug 14, 2007 3:39:18 GMT
Savage Garden, Truly Madly, Deeply?
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Post by -(aaK)- Nav on Sept 18, 2008 1:46:04 GMT
Kansas - Wayward Son
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say
No!
Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
The center lights around your vanity
But surely heaven waits for you
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry (don't you cry no more)
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