Buddha

super je novi album. prve dve pesme su malo "onako", ali ostatak je dojajan.

solijeva ideja je super, ali mislim da ima i ljudi koji koji radije slusaju cd po oldskul sistemu - ubace ga u obican cd plejer.. nisam siguran kako se cd plejeri ponasaju kada se na disku nalazi i multimedija, slike, word i txt fajlovi i tako to - verovatno ne bi iscitao disk.. iako vecina ljudi koji to slusaju/metalaca ima komp, ipak mislim da su i dalje u vecini ljudi samo sa plejerom.. a mp3 formatom, koji je verovatno najrasprostranjeniji oblik muzickog fajla danas, se dosta gubi na kvalitetu muzike..

zanimljivo je vratiti se na temu 3 godine kasnije moze se vec sad reci da su definitivno veliki uticaj napravili Opeth - Blackwater Park Porcupine Tree - In Absentia Killswitch Engage - The End Of A Heartache Tool - Lateralus ISIS - Oceanic

rif u Backbone jebe.

***SPOILER*** pa, film prati tri price.. tema je suocavanje sa smrcu, tj. njegova nemogucnost da je prihvati.. ona mu je dala da napise poslednje poglavlje knjige da bi prihvatio njenu smrt.. fotografija je divota ***END SPOILER***

@Baal: sto te The Fountain razocarao? bas je dobar film. Arronofsky je napravio odlicnu dramu

ljudi, da li neko ima pojma da li ce i kada doci film Inland Empire kod nas u bioskope? u Americi se film vec prikazivao odavno, a u Evropi kako gde.. u poslednjem broju CKM-a sam video da se za "next month"sto se filmova tice pominje Inland Empire (kao i 300 npr.), ali nisam uspeo da izguglam nikakve informacije koje imaju "Inland Empire", "Beograd" i "bioskop" u istoj recenici. adresa na imdb: www.imdb.com/title/tt0460829/

nisi znala? icice BeTeLgEuSe sigurno, vidi da se nesto iscimas sa njim.

u svakom slucaju, ako exit pukne, gledacemo ih prvom sledecem prilikom.. mozda vec na jesen

e, za to bi vredelo doci u BL.

nije jos sigurno za exit, ali valjda se radi na tome.

ne, ali je dovoljno lep pa ni ne mora da ume.

a Darko Pancev?

vise od 6 pragova su previse za black metal

Consecration ce nastupiti 18.maja u Living Room SKC sviracemo i pesme sa "aux"-a karta ce biti neka jeftinoca

Yearning The Seeds Of A New Dimension Among hills I have wandered Through forests so cold Over mountains a raging thunder followed the ways foretold A request a "leave me be"... Through the shape that I longed for... Withering visions... Bleeding to search for the more... Behold the memories within, A questful battle to win. Towards which he is carrying, The burden named destiny. It is poundering proud on his shoulders. Creating and Dreaming, Is it all the same? As I touch this flame... ...Of mine. I await your call, Trough body, spirit and mind, I shine, I shine. The forces of Prima Mater. Unite us this heathen night, Yearning your unknown mysterious beauty. (Pride and might!) Among hills, we do wander. Through the forests so cold. Crossing mountains of raging thunder, followed our way untold. Heart Of The Ages The surrounding walls for yet unknown qualities. Have you ever been gifted to watch upon them? Or the elements, so oppressive, but still not known. Was there ever this moment they cared to let you inside? Mother Natures son or just a savage diving into the wilderness, we do adore so much? There were times of hesitation and of union... They did enjoy the combination when one hand was given ingratitude or even? Will the era come...? That of, when man shall become aware of Her ways and his instants. Literature may hold the final words for a glorious reunion, but do gather forces and... strive for knowledge wide. Await my gentle coming "journey", for... ...Once, when all those in the circle as four greets a welcome through the Entrance, I will be this one who gathers up with them, and then to become their fifth and last comrade of spirituality. Forever, and into the oblivion of infinity. In The Woods Prologue; Pagan myths from the deep, eternal forests. A true malancholic atmosphere, Haunts this hidden world. Where men, for hundreds of years, Have immortalized their cult. Moments of... Down in the forest. Or, wherever we may care to trend, We are Gods. Do not follow us as always, present icons. Of your very own consciousness. ...Monarchs ...Queens ... This we do know where our lands are laid down. With strenght of faith, (for honour), We shall reign forever in lojalty, For we are Gods, do not obey us... Epilogue; One with this world, This is where I long to be. Mourning The Death Of Aase (Instrumental) Wotan's Return Sing for me To lift above in all these fallen walls, And bleed for me, In the deepest release. Travelling through honour. Travelling through strenght. Voyage, floating centuries keeps the key for wisdom. Feelings for the lost` winds. Winds which howl reverse. Remote, the fields of oddities adours. But we will still appear in of mail, And still obhterate these old origins. While dreaming a thousand choirs yell their hails, Towards faithfulness. Become one with the weapons. Sword and soul. Wotans Return! Travelling through honour, Travelling through strength. Feelings for the lost winds. Winds which howl reverse. Pigeon (Instrumental) The Divinity of Wisdom Seek within your own kind of depths, and tell me the tales of what thousand lies. Yet, I have withered, but Ive grown again, and designes my own blackness to judge. For as we all are aware of this suffering pain, it drowns in this planets mortality. Grand changing cosmos offers to man in itself, myths greater than those unexplored. If the light will seem as dark as the day, even though my dreams were laid down for ashes, and the fates never were stated, nor told. Even then I will allow myself the treasures of excistence... Related with my own balance of knowledge. I am divined from the pain and the pleasure, which has been gained from... all thoughts and memories (from thoughts and memories obscured). As I feel the Divinity of wisdom, float inside the veins. I am me. Master, but not divine. 299 796 km/s Not long ago-in mind- we picked our choice and we gathered together -greeted nature by storm our bodies layed down as we fell... And our faces turned away from the earth we trembled into the world of dreams The cradle of imagination Our knowledge was complete all our needs fulfilled we could not feel a fairytale so unreal for adventures like me and you being nothing but shadows of our mortal selves I a way, I perceive myself as my own god my own master and my own slave I am but a thrall towards my own desires Just when it all seems so hopelessly to break free from what I have done I will try, do it all over again, and flow with the waves like the sun I draw parallels between intuitions and instincts I carried since dawn when dusk comes, I would like to see I was wrong, though I still am a thrall towards my own desires oceans of infinity... -one shall seldom witness such forces in motion one shall seldom take their part -we join and we breath genesis and revelation whatever that happened as we came along -for we stepped into what we had remembered as the world of dreams -the source of imagination we crawled out from our drunken sleep, though we could not understand from heaven to hell one shall seldom witness such forces in motion one shall seldom take their part we joined and breathed genesis and revelation whatever that happened like an infant still crawling in it's mother's womb A jesus christ whom never left.. Not long ago, in mind, we picked our choice -gathered together and greeted nature by storm from heaven to hell from all to none, and father to son I Am Your Flesh My eyes are closed I feel alone there is something inside me dripping and screaming how can I feel love when love was something I never had? talk to me-do you know me, and who I am I am your flesh, remember me tell me who I am, and I will tell you what is behind that door; there is a child who is waiting for you No one to touch no one to hold I am alone, fighting against this disease I lost my eyes I lost my head I lost my flesh and my heart -who made me? you made me I lost my blood I lost my love I lost my feelings, and I am losing my mind The child's blood was made by you, do not blame him the killing were made by you, do not blame him Closed my eyes, left me alone-remember A drug composed with the things that you do drowning in words, though they never came through Kairos! The moment that your senses play a part -when all of them caress a new impression Somewhere deep within your heart like qualities of permanent obsession Can you conquer your emotional delay can you draw tomorrow's history today can you feel the tide is turning can you overcome the yearning -or will you blindly obey? Break through-embrace the light of Kairos! Behaving unwillingly like a recording machine All these emotional standards reduced to leftovers of a dream Is everything just like it seemed to be moments ago who am I, where have I been, and how will I know? Have you ever had a date with an oracle that told you some of her secrets? The only breed in the following term; -share them with reasoning creatures ...what if, and you won't know anything about it before you do-if you have..... Weeping Willow if the earth was a willow and you were one too -would earth be weeping so gentle and true? if i was the garden whereas you could grow -would you hand me your brAnches and grant me your love? in between the lines of your story-flowing through the pages of a book so well prepared the words leave more than ashes from your pencil when it speaks of tiny stories that happened through these years I swear that your present reality-disillusioned obscurity? -will gently wipe away the tears of wasted seeds how Can we go through this -with wounded wing before we learned how to fly how can i control desires -when desires burns on a chilly autumn Night? i will try and make you imagine; the aura where they stand is filled with little secrets -as written in the sand Naked as a child at birth a question in disguise an oasis in a lonely desert where lonely unknown lands lie from here and into infinity -humble and timeless philosophy-you gently wept away the tears of wasted seeds all the days that have left me and the species i have seen ahead days will follow -it was only a dream though my garden is growing under skies out of blue, and it changes Each season both in colours and in truth you should know that a willow -a weeping bed's pillow- until all days are through the rain that fall on your branches, Just yearning for a source to feed it's primal need can maKe your beauty blossom from within with flowers blowing in the wind-and in seasons to follow.... Omnio? These eyes, do you hide behind these cold blue eyes? I know I want to know The light, driven by the pale blue skies I go where to go Despised, and driven by these echoed eyes I know where to go A sign, written by these tear stained eyes I go do go blurred were my eyelines, hindering... -to touch omnio so let me belong, eat me raw, stick me empty with your hungry claws-bring me light can you feel the tension? set me free from this sleep, leave me be to judge my own creation-bring me love and as I burned my fragile skin -touched omnio All this can not go on anymore, these thorns they tear me to pieces The sign is given your sign is given I am illusioned feed my lust and hunger-my addiction the thought of a naked appearance facing the rest of the world, left me in chaos-a prey without a common address drowning in salt water- can do nothing at all I am left here begging for mercy... In this room; when I found images of poetry; I lost my deed, my shelter and my pain did they leave you unstained? you may swallow all my precious lies you may stay and you may follow me further down the thin and crumbling line I bleed for my loss and hunger -my addiction though the thought of a naked appearance leave in me the wonders and words Can burdens relieve me from slumber in unpleasant worlds? Can the essence of bone regard me re-birth? Bardo (instrumental) Post These eyes, did I die behind these cold blue eyes? Did I know where to go? This light, eclipsed in a worn disguise did glow even though my cries were driven by those echoed lies No where to roam Open my eyes, enlightened the child that whispered bardo omnio Let me belong, eat my raw, stick me empty with your hungry claws-bring me light can you feel the tension burning? The soundtrack of our lives, on an early April morning, may be able to re-define the standards of this restless emptiness... Carved out of velvet, draped in truth -to reach omnio Let me be strong, let me draw all the lines that fall upon the floor-bring me life let me feel electric tension I am greater, taller and a thousand times smaller From a ghost that told you where to go to a piece of flesh that need to know And as I turned my fragile skin -I reached omnio I have gathered bricks throughout a lifetime to build a house where I will live The door is where I write these words -the window where I forgive Restlessly I searched the hallway for the truth of yesterday But changes cast their ugly shadows -the basement is there host today is this the omnio I have been searching for? Closing In Where there used to be a wax-candle Blowing in the rhythm of a mind inside a man Working in the shadows of a midnight land Where words were sealed with feathers on Rough papers like a symbol of the present Madness and its demand this absence Is more than I can handle in lack of a Seveninch candle desperately waiting for a Woman to abuse me and amuse me with sharpened Fingernails - thorns in modelled trance I would like to crawl underneath your Skin revel in forbidden and ferocious Sin touch your breath feel the Satisfaction - there is nothing like a stunning Piece of nighttime attraction we would Bring in some species of nature - if you Were closer now - throw them right Across this room - if you were closer now the laws no words upon our lips - If you were present now - celebrate our Presence until now - I feel you're closing in somehow Join in - the mysteries of heaven Miserable, optional doors maybe sell Our fortune to a devil on the way Abusement that turn us into slaves A song about the words so commercially Despised - prostitution trapped them in a Corner of my life - lines Though I know a place where They still can be written down and Blossom like only spring can do when winter Has been around So come with me and The pleasures of mine - we'll walk the Drawn fields, expose the secrets of life There is no simple desire Only harvesting of your rare fruit To many words I cannot put words to To many movements I cannot hide Cell I want to flee A pause from the dim Where are the thought that I saved? Trapped in an old silent film They runned the usual tests Tiny, tiny veins Yet flow so constant and strong I saw my life in red They'll never forget These cells of mine How can they forgive That I figured the code they carried I want to flee A pause from the dim He gave me a stone And I went to sleep Vanish In The Absence Of Virtue I spoke so well that evening I sang so well of light Wish I may wish I might Have this wish I wish tonight The more we sang of wonders The more we drank our wine Suddenly a ghost appeared The clock sang number nine We spoke from end of table His majesty, the chief - You shall take what you deserve From comfort and relief This words combined with manhood - In alcohole entwined - Made all the saying into jokes And good eyes into blind I tried to taste their warfare - My lips could barely move When I did as much as I could do To fit into their groove But as it proved impossible To satisfy their needs I solved my little problem And accomplished all my deeds For I spoke so well that evening I sang so well that night Wish I would Wish I could be swallowed By your light Basement Corridors Words can never justify That I have never spoken Communication broken I try to understand My wordless, little language Is all you'll ever need To reach the bottom of my basement She'll guide you through her midnight hall And offer you a place on the Gallery wall Perhaps you'll hear 'bout our history She quotes from texts on papyrus You gladly follow when she takes Your hand and lead you further down The corridor You peeled the fruit but threw away The stones did it taste sweet? Ion Here I am Back again to save you I am the incarnation of all that is pure Of all that is you The island in your ocean so cruel I am warmth Your guiding star and the wheel in your car I am all that you are And you will never get far Without my presence But you can never have me The words I bring and the song I sing - Chaos cannot charge the breed of order You'll never be able to reach me The tales I tell of our stereo-hell - We're doomed to be a first decree of murder This is how I want it to be I cannot escape and you will never get Rid of me We ride the Decadence of culmination Tomorrow we may hunt down revelation If tomorrow comes For the chosen ones... We are the poles and the world is our feast Generally More Worried Than Married What is addiction with absence of drug What is grey without the presence of white Days remain hollow with absence of night When I fell into my absence and knew Not what to do I made a can of coffee - smoked a Cigarette or two This is like a Hunger - This day is lake a feast A last supper to materialize the Wasted, slumbered beast in the closet She lives in the attic - A floor in between My room and the comets - Of chaos and dreams I'm awaiting the crack of dawn - the smell Of morning - where the sound of her Footsteps can comfort and cure It takes quite a while to get things In perspective A bleak, coloured tile Upon the wall - so pale and objective But how would I gain from this knowledge When I know not where to go Path Of The Righteous Empty... It cuts me like a razor I am feeling cold as ice Deep into the brain I can see The skin of an old man I am trying to understand These strange eyes End the voices in my head Your arrows have touched me Your right hand is too heavy on me Because you are punished You're indignant There is nothing fresh on my body Bleeding wounds are killing me Release me from my hate End, show me the way Out of this pain In the shadow of your wings I seek humankind shelter I can see the earth I can see the sun Everything is clear in my heart I can see the moon I can see the son Everything is clear in my world Dead Man's Creek We've got electric light - electric sight Electric mother river You float on down from town to town where they Think they are in a certain charge Moody angels and a little tree-goat - We might even try and we might even float Far up in the sky where mother Sun put her rays We can see the garden flow with its electric face And the knowledge we gained from clouds Gone insane is the rhythm of the ol' triangle To gather up some rain C'mon, the river rape them - Slaves of the moon And the monster will turn up in the end To settle down next June So, why do they strive across their stream of lies For they might turn vital, mean and wild And we'll turn them into matchsticks that'll burn Them 'till they die I will leave far tonight You'd better find another Clown for your circus to feed our common enlightenment... Through and through Titan Transcendence One week have passed, my weary widow - Perfume for the harbour-boat Relieve me from your neck of marble Release me when your limbs afloat Follow yours and catch the diamonds Before all hell reveals to thee I cannot strive for understanding As there is nothing more for me I will never feel one moments sadness For the days we never shared As I have left the grip of changes With you, my everlasting madness By The Banks Of Pandemonium I urged for a walk in the garden on a tranquil Dawn in June The silence caused by man himself And chaos by the moon The snake was dragged In leather black - as draped in common conscience Aestethically he crawled away from a neighborhood Of nonsense Materialized a howling dog neglected by the Captain's log and flogged into obedience - Now he's my brother too Down along the banks there was this brittle, little Girl that never begged to be released into a Derailed world Being chained to the lies of A universal order she's now - like the snake + Dog - my innocent, pre-whacked brother But the grass is still green - If you know what I mean (Just like the blood runs red And you know you are a-dying) With a head filled to the brim Of their legalized lead For when the heat becomes to heavy They will pack their bags and leave You easily reveal the sins of brothers so naive (This fable is a damned one - you will damn it, believe...) Karmakosmik Waiting is been Waiting for a word I Never heard A word that lie in between the lines Of a poem that died Seconds before it materialized Like a foreign sound from An unknown town -it makes the earth go 'round and around A chair in her room was a tower From where she was watching She peeled through the window And spinned Opened the door, said; Come inside Do you see what you like Do you like what you see Do you see what you like Do you like what you see Come walk with me for a while My child There's a word I have heard And it's deeply absurd -The rhythm among you and the rhythm within, have traveled 'long the same road while you've wondered where you've been. The seed of an old star Is the beat of a new The stones you choose to turn Holds the one's the karma about you earn And if boredom is joy, you're a Stranger - a toy in the hands of the few Of the one's you once knew If it's all just a game- Every day remains the same Epitaph The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams Upon the instruments of death The sunlight brightly gleams Where every man is torn apart With nightmares and with dreams Will no one lay the lauren wreath As silence drowns the screams Confusion Will be my epitaph -as I crawled and cracked an open path if we make it, we can all sit back and laugh -but I feel tomorrow I'll be crying Between the iron gates of fate The seeds of time were sown And watered by the deeds of those Who know and who are known Knowledge is a deadly friend If no one sets the rules The fate of all mankind I see, Is in the fools Empty Room An empty room What are we living for It is for you It is for me Another weak soul -why is it so hard Is home far from here Can you tell me Whar are we living for I am lost in a prison -in my old thoughts My hands are tied I cannot reach the end A part of me Is falling apart And finally I understand We all cannot be saved How can I give you love When you never understand What's behind these buildings How can I show you feelings When you're living in a combination Of fear Forgive me because my eyes are Shaved forgive me because my Head is shaved forgive me Because my blood is boiling forgive Me because my skin is bleeding Sorrow's been taking my soul away I'm lost in a cave -in my own thoughts my hands are tied I cannot reach light They're hunting me while I'm trapped Inside this useless body They're possessing me It is a prison on the wrong Side of mankind Let me be Free at last... Let There Be More Light Far far far away way people heard him say say I will find a way way there will come a day day something will be done Then at last the mighty ship descending at a point of flame made contact with the human race at no time Now now now is the time time time to be be be aware Not as far the solar bear in human role revealed to him a living soul of heavenward forever Sunlight, something in my eye something in the sky waiting there for me The antelope grows hurling back the servicemen would like to sigh the memory went flowing rounds as Lucy in the sky Oh oh did you ever know no never ever will they ascend Summoning in his cosmic powers and flowing slightly from his toes psychodelic nations fly Child Of Universal Tongue It's so strange, and yet so simple Written on a piece of paper aeons ago And in years to come, I will be someone else But still the same ever changing This burden will always be present, leaving stains of pride within your mind A pride you will bare of your shoulders until death... do you... part The entirety I am yearning, I urge for Where sense is I passed it a thousand times, left it all behind In search for more Like children wandering childhoods meadows Evolving stronger and still Behaving like fools For the sun shall shine upon you Child of universal Tongue White Rabbit One pill makes you larger Arid one pill makes you small The ones that mother gives you Don't so anything at all Ask Alive when she's ten feet tall And if you go chasing rabbits You know you're going to fall Tell 'em a hookah-smokin' Caterpillar have given you the call Call Alice when she was just small When the men on the chessboard Get up and tell you where to go And you just had some kind of Mushroom and you mind is moving Slow-go ask Alice I think She'll know when logic and Proportion had fallen sloppy dead And the white knight is talking Backwards-the red queens off with her head Remember what the door mouse said: Feed your head. Mourning The Death Of Aase a-a and so on and so on... If It's In You Yes I'm thinking of this, yes I am Puddle town, Tom was the Underground Hold you tighter, so close yes You are Please hold on to the steel Rail Pamela with gloves He isn't loved on Sunday's mail All the fires croak Henrietta -she's a mean go-getterm go to write her a letter Did I wink of this Yes I am, yummy yummy yum. don't Yummy yum yum yum Yes I'm thinking of this in steam Skeleton kissed the steel rail Flead in Pamela -chugging along with a funnel of steam All the fires croak Henrietta She's a mean go-getter, go to Write her a letter

bilo vrh sinoc. samo tucite te gitare i bubnjeve i slusajte sananu.

meni su najbolje pesme Vessel, The Greater Good i The Great Destroyer

Juhani iz benda YEARNING mi je rekao da ima novi bend COLOSSEUM http://www.colosseum.liitin.net/

super pise Don Kaye. on je nekada davno pisao za Metal Maniacs, i bas zbog njegove recenzije za Wildhoney (davne 1995.), poceo sam da slusam Tiamat

hahaha, ne samo da je montaza nego je i vrlo losa kao prvo, njemu nikad nisu bile cele gole noge na tim certovima '84. kao drugo, lose je nalepljena slika, jer se vidi da slika malo "prelazi" na obod bas gitare kao trece, nosio je kurcobran na tim certovima '84., ali mu je zato sevala bulja samo tako

mislim da ne postoji jos uvek.. ne znam ni da li ce ga biti