Jonathan_Steel Posted May 1, 2007 Report Posted May 1, 2007 da li znate neka zanimljiva tumačenja nekih pesama? Ja znam onu,možda i najpoznatiju teoriju, o pesmi Hotel California od Eaglesa... On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself, ’this could be heaven or this could be hell’ Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say... Welcome to the hotel california Such a lovely place Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the hotel california Any time of year, you can find it here Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat. Some dance to remember, some dance to forget So I called up the captain, ’please bring me my wine’ He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’ And still those voices are calling from far away, Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say... Welcome to the hotel california Such a lovely place Such a lovely face They livin’ it up at the hotel california What a nice surprise, bring your alibis Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’ And in the master’s chambers, They gathered for the feast The stab it with their steely knives, But they just can’t kill the beast Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door I had to find the passage back To the place I was before ’relax,’ said the night man, We are programmed to receive. You can checkout any time you like, But you can never leave! ovu pesmu mnogi tumače kao pesmu o satanizmu,tj. satanističkoj crkvi poznatoj pod nazivom Hotel California.Na omotu albuma vide se članovi benda i još dosta ljudi kako stoje ispred hotela na čijem prozoru se vidi crna silueta čoveka za koju se sumnja da pripada ili Alister Krouliju ili Anton LaVey-u. Dalje stihovi ''So I called up the captain, ’please bring me my wine’ He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’' se objašnjavaju time da je Crkva satane osnovana 1969 a vino označava krv Isusovu,pa... ''And in the master’s chambers, They gathered for the feast The stab it with their steely knives, But they just can’t kill the beast'' Beast je navodno Kroulijev nadimak. ''You can checkout any time you like, But you can never leave!'' kraj pesme se sasvim lepo uklapa u celu priču... Meni iskreno.ova priča deluje zanimljiva ali ne i nemoguća! Sve u svemu sjajna pesma Quote
Geozee Posted May 2, 2007 Report Posted May 2, 2007 (edited) Dear diary, tonight will be our last My hands are itching for razors My angel, this knife shall carve thee wings Consumed by sickness, I ache to see your blood The hour approaches when I shall lay a nest inside of you Sliced open I lay waste to my desires Sweet entrails are scooped onto the tile And in my dreams I hold your head beneath the waves After you've died, I kiss the nape of your porcelain neck You enter me in death's perpetual embrace Skin tightens in the throes of lust And in my dreams I cut your mouth from ear to ear Dissecting your angelic body in the quiet of your room How splendidly I carve into your tender heart Shuddering between the sheets For weeks I've watched you, perched above your sleeping form As I caress your perfection My angel, I'll tear your insides out My mind is flooding, the marrow of your bones I cannot subside 'til I have suckled every inch of you Your features now glazed in your own blood My fingers find home amongst your guts And in my dreams I hold your head beneath the waves After you've died, I kiss the nape of your porcelain neck You enter me in death's perpetual embrace Skin tightens in the throes of lust And in my dreams I cut your mouth from ear to ear Dissecting your angelic body in the quiet of your room How splendidly I carve into your tender heart Shuddering between the sheets Whisper your name as you awaken your throat gasps, your skin recoils We shall be intertwined, entangled in our love Murder beckons as time stops with your voice "I'll love you forever" -- and forever it shall be The knives begin singing, they're weeping for your flesh The pinnacle of obsession is clawing at the fibers of my mind The rampant state of elation is heightened by the paleness of your cries With a promise of absolution, my thoughts are tangled in my creations With a promise of unequaled pleasure, reason is twisting The knives are crooning for this perfect end For weeks I've watched you, perched above your sleeping form As I caress your perfection My angel, I'll tear your insides out My mind is flooding, the marrow of your bones I cannot subside 'til I have suckled every inch of you I feel the fibers stretch and tear Unbridled climax is achieved I've waited so long for this moment The euphoric act of suicide -- suicide! Nije mi jasno... prica kako ce da je ubije... a na kraju - samoubistvo... mozda sam sebi prica? Edited May 2, 2007 by Geozee Quote
ThePowerhead Posted May 2, 2007 Report Posted May 2, 2007 Možda je podeljena ličnost, možda je opsednut nekom ribom pa je doživljava kao deo sebe, možda je do jaja zacopan u nju, a ona u njega nije, pa je ubije, pa onda sebe da bi bio s njom... Mnogo mogućnosti i svaka je gluplja od prethodne. Quote
Geozee Posted May 2, 2007 Report Posted May 2, 2007 :) Ipak taj text mi je omiljeni... jer je beskonacno bolestan... Quote
Blathaddar Posted May 2, 2007 Report Posted May 2, 2007 Alice Cooper-Cold machines I see you working at your station Radiation burns my eyes Love's forbidden so is passion This whole place is sterilized I just want to see tomorrow Day by day to just survive But this place is built to kill me No one here gets out alive I don't wanna be I don't wanna be Just a memory I don't wanna be I don't wanna be Gone You don't know my name You don't know my number You don't know my face at all We walk right past each other Every single day Like cold machines We're marching on and on and on and on and on Got your thumb print always with me Got your barcode memorized They came here to electroshock me But can they erase you from my mind? I don't wanna be I don't wanna be Just a memory I don't wanna be I don't wanna be Gone You don't know my name You don't know my number You don't know my face at all We walk right past each other Every single day Like cold machines We're marching on and on and on and on and on I don't wanna be I don't wanna be Just a memory I don't wanna be I don't wanna be Gone You don't know my name You don't know my number You don't know my face at all We walk right past each other Every single day Like cold machines We're marching on and on and on and on and on govori otprilike o zahladjivanju odnosa nekadasnje velike nikad prestajuce ljubavi,tako bih ja makar ovo protumacio... Quote
Bata Trokrilni Posted May 2, 2007 Report Posted May 2, 2007 Pick Up The Bones [5:02] - Brutal Planet, 2000 Collecting pieces of my family In an old pillow case This one has a skull But it don't have a face These look like the arms of father so strong And the ring on this finger Means my Grandma is gone Here's some legs in a cloud Where my sister once played Here's some mud made of blood And these teeth are decayed The ear of my brother The hand of a friend And I just can't Put them back together again Pick up the bones And set them on fire Follow the smoke going higher and higher Pick up the bones And wish them goodnight Pray them a prayer and turn out the light There are stains on the floor Where kitchen once stood There are ribs on the fire place Mixed with the wood There are forces in the air Ghosts in the wind Some bullets in the back And some scars on the skin There were demons with guns Who marched through this place Killing everything that breathed They're an inhuman race There are holes in the walls Bloody hair on the bricks And the smell of this hell Is making me sick Pick up the bones And set them on fire Follow the smoke going higher and higher Pick up the bones And wish them goodnight Pray them a prayer and turn out the light Pick up the bones And set them on fire Follow the scope going higher and higher Pick up the bones And wish them goodnight Pray them a prayer and turn out the light Now maybe someday The suns gonna shine Flowers will bloom And all will be fine But nothing will grow On this burnt cursive ground Cuz the breathe of the death Is the only sound Ovaj tekst Alice Cooper je napisao pod utiskom onoga što je na CNN-u video o događajima na Kosovu. On tvrdi da ništa što spada u domen fantastike ne može da ga uplaši, već samo ono što ljudi rade jedni drugima. To je pakao na zemlji. Quote
Jonathan_Steel Posted May 2, 2007 Author Report Posted May 2, 2007 ova za Pick up the bones ti je dobra I tekst se vidi da je pisan pod uticajem nekog snimka ekshumacije nekih tela.Ali ovaj deo: ''There were demons with guns Who marched through this place Killing everything that breathed They're an inhuman race'' na koga li je mislio... Quote
Jonathan_Steel Posted May 2, 2007 Author Report Posted May 2, 2007 (edited) W.A.S.P. Neutron bomber He came from the east, they called him a beast This king of terror insane Neutron Ronnie, the people would whisper his name Dangerous and man, a torch in his hand Spreading fire by the light of the moon Ooh, pyrotechnical wizard of doom Oh no, here comes Ronnie Ah the boy with the flame All his life has been burning inside Oh no no, here comes Ronnie Ah the bomber's insane Ah till he dies it'll burn in his eyes A phantom so cool all midnight would rule A molotov cocktail would reign Babies screaming and house would go up in flames When next goes Ronnie nobody knows But inside him's where Lucifer hides Ooh, he's the boy with the bombs at his side Ooh no, here comes Ronnie Ah the boy with the flame All his life has been burning inside Oh no no, here comes Ronnie Ah the bomber's insane pesma sa albuma Headless children gde je Blackie krenuo malo politički,pa ova pesma govori o Ronaldu Reganu i nuklearnom oružju Edited May 2, 2007 by Jonathan_Steel Quote
Painkiller_JP Posted May 3, 2007 Report Posted May 3, 2007 (edited) da li znate neka zanimljiva tumačenja nekih pesama? Ja znam onu,možda i najpoznatiju teoriju, o pesmi Hotel California od Eaglesa... On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself, ’this could be heaven or this could be hell’ Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say... Welcome to the hotel california Such a lovely place Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the hotel california Any time of year, you can find it here Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat. Some dance to remember, some dance to forget So I called up the captain, ’please bring me my wine’ He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’ And still those voices are calling from far away, Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say... Welcome to the hotel california Such a lovely place Such a lovely face They livin’ it up at the hotel california What a nice surprise, bring your alibis Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’ And in the master’s chambers, They gathered for the feast The stab it with their steely knives, But they just can’t kill the beast Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door I had to find the passage back To the place I was before ’relax,’ said the night man, We are programmed to receive. You can checkout any time you like, But you can never leave! ovu pesmu mnogi tumače kao pesmu o satanizmu,tj. satanističkoj crkvi poznatoj pod nazivom Hotel California.Na omotu albuma vide se članovi benda i još dosta ljudi kako stoje ispred hotela na čijem prozoru se vidi crna silueta čoveka za koju se sumnja da pripada ili Alister Krouliju ili Anton LaVey-u. Dalje stihovi ''So I called up the captain, ’please bring me my wine’ He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’' se objašnjavaju time da je Crkva satane osnovana 1969 a vino označava krv Isusovu,pa... ''And in the master’s chambers, They gathered for the feast The stab it with their steely knives, But they just can’t kill the beast'' Beast je navodno Kroulijev nadimak. ''You can checkout any time you like, But you can never leave!'' kraj pesme se sasvim lepo uklapa u celu priču... Meni iskreno.ova priča deluje zanimljiva ali ne i nemoguća! Sve u svemu sjajna pesma Hotel kalifornija predstavlja način života kojim su počeli da žive i iz koga teško mogu da izađu... Kada su došli u Kaliforniju ( državu ) počeli su da žive načinom koji je opisan u pesmi postali su zarobljenici istog. Život pun bogatstva ,lenčarenja, opijanja....Jednom rečiju kada jednom navikneš da živiš takvim životom nema nazad,gde god otišao. ( ''You can checkout any time you like, But you can never leave!'' ) P.S.Jes da sam ga napisao možda malo nejasno pola 9 ujutru je imajte srca... Edited May 3, 2007 by !!!SERAFIM!! Quote
Jonathan_Steel Posted May 4, 2007 Author Report Posted May 4, 2007 može se reći i da je tako,ali moraš priznati da zvuči zanimljivo ova prva teza:) Quote
DaemOnizeR Posted June 1, 2007 Report Posted June 1, 2007 Alice Cooper je inače verni gledalac CNN-a Quote
Yngwie Tatica Posted June 1, 2007 Report Posted June 1, 2007 Bal-Sagoth - The Dark Liege Of Chaos Is Unleashed... [ALTARUS:] You must learn to control your spirit-form, Xerxes... for by mastering the art of traversing the mists you may effortlessly travel to many places, and many times. Countless secrets will be unlocked for you, and great enlightenment shall be yours. [XERXES:] Yes, master... and yet, there is one realm which intrigues me above all others, one era which occupies my thoughts unceasingly... What of the clash between the Royal Army of Hyperborea and the Wraiths of the Chaos-Liege? [ALTARUS:] Ah, yes... command the mists, Xerxes... gaze into their limitless depths... compel them to show you that martial vista which you so fervently seek. [XERXES:] Yes... I see the massing forces, the battle is imminent! How splendid the Imperial Army looks as it fronts the foe... into the fray they ride! [Chapter 1: The Bloodying of the King] [(The Armies of the Hyperborean Empire steadfastly engage the Horde of Wraiths)] [THE KING:] Imperial Cavalry... advance! RIDE THEM DOWN! In to the fray! Demonstrate unforgettably the art of Hyperborean warcraft! Spearmen, form into Omega Phalanx. Archers, notch arrows, prepare to loose. Warriors, stand ready... Sound the clarion! Hearken, sons of the glorious Empire... Here we stand upon the Field of Blood... Though this day we may die, Our legend shall live forever. [ALTARUS:] And the armies met upon the Field of Blood which stretched lifeless before the aeon-veiled citadel which men called the Shrine of A'zura-Kai, a mysterious and foreboding place steeped in ireful omens and legendary dread... Aye, the carnage of that first clash was phenomenal. The Hyperborean Cavalry tore gloriously into the foremost rank of the shadow-warriors, the enchantment of the Crystal of Mera rendering the squamous pseudo-flesh of the wraiths fully vulnerable to the steel of the royal legions. The king himself rode at the forefront of the onslaught, his ensorcelled ebon blade hewing ten to the left and cleaving ten to the right, his grim eyes gleaming beneath his shimmering horned and plumed helm. The momentum of that first charge threw the dark ones into shrieking disarray, and the vanguard of Chaos fell back before the thundering resolve of the Imperial attack. But the baleful, poisoned blades of the wraiths took their toll upon the Hyperborean horsemen. Raught by leprous swords and spears, men and mounts fell screaming to the dusty earth, where they were mercilessly rent and devoured by the slavering jaws of the Chaos-Liege's minions. Aye, glorious was the courage of the royal warriors, admirable was their mettle... for every Imperial Knight felled by the dark ones, five wraiths met their deaths beneath the slaughterfall of royal steel. And yet it was not enough. Like a slithering tide, the shadows engulfed the cavalry, and the bloodied king ordered the Hyperboreans to ride clear and regroup. Then, with volleys of shafts as their herald, and the Battle-Prayer of Hyperborea upon their lips, the Imperial Guard marched into the ravening embrace of the melee, and never in the grim and sanguineous history of battle was there a clash to rival the slaughterous magnitude of that awesome engagement... [THE ARCH-WRAITH:] Minions of Chaos, rend their flesh, crush their bones, devour their souls! [Chapter 2: Havoc at the Shrine of A'zura-Kai] [THE KING:] Onwards with our spear-heads gleaming, Meet them with cold steel a'cleaving, Fall only when our hearts cease beating, Men of Hyperborea. [ALTARUS:] At the King's command, the clarion was sounded to move the battle-hardened veterans of the Seventh Fen-lander Army into a flanking position to unite with the remnants of the Royal Cavalry. Like a purifying storm the allied Imperial forces clove into the wraiths to deal righteous pattern-welded death unto their nighted foe. But at that moment, black terror descended screaming from the twilight sky... howling swarms of winged fiends, hurled forth from the malignant bosom of Lord Angsaar, soared razor-taloned into the fray. Beseiged man-to-fiend upon the field, and harried from above by the shrieking horrors of the Chaos-Liege, the Hyperborean Army began to falter, and to fall. And lo, beholding the carnage, the King raised high in his left hand the ancient Crystal of Mera, and in his right gauntlet he brandished the Bane of Angsaar, the dread Shadow-Sword once wielded by the Chaos-Liege's immortal nemesis... and he spoke aloud the terror-fraught and aeon-swathed words of invocation which he alone had been audience to deep within the shadow-haunted Mountains of the Dead... [THE KING:] By the darkling powers of the Shadow-Sword, I call forth the fury of the storm to rend the massed legions of Chaos! [ALTARUS:] And at the sound of his baleful Words of Power, the sky split wide in fury, and searing tendrils of ruinous lightning lanced inexorably forth from the heavens to rake and reave the massed hordes of Chaos... [XERXES:] The fearful spells he had learned from the Mountain... did their casting win the battle for the King's legions? [ALTARUS:] The fiends were dealt a staggering blow by the sorcerous incantations, the power of the spells inexplicably magnified by the enchantments of the Crystal. The Wraiths were routed soundly by the elder magics, fleeing the field howling their anathemas and maledictions against the King, and the winged horrors fell seared and burning from the enraged sky. But the twisted machinations of insidious Chaos had prepared for the King one final blow in this dread confrontation... aye, the Chaos-Liege had reserved his most heinous perpetration 'til the last... [Chapter 3: The Awakening of Chaos] [LORD ANGSAAR:] Fly, my winged sentinel of the night, Deliver unto me the Ninth Crystal of Power, That I may at last be free once more... Come then, mortal! Test that cursed blade of black steel against me if you dare! O' great king, your pitiful army shall be swept away before my wrath! 'Ere the dawn, ten thousand shall die! [THE KING:] For the eternal glory of Hyperborea! [ALTARUS:] Striking from the swift darkening sky, Angsaar's Arch-Wraith, which had been watching the battle with gleaming inhuman eyes, leaped to the attack and smote the King, engulfing him in its ebon wings and driving its steel-rending talons into his golden armour. And yet it was not the life of the Royal Scion of Hyperborea which the fiend sought to take on that fateful eve, but rather that which the King held tight in his gauntleted fist... the Crystal of Mera. Wrenching the glimmering antediluvian jewel from its keeper, the Arch-Wraith unfurled its leathern wings and soared into the deepening gloom with a cacophonous cackle of victory, leaving the King to roar his ire after the fleeing wraith. [XERXES:] But what did Angsaar want of the Crystal? I know he battled his immortal nemesis over possession of the mystic gems many aeons ago... but what use would just one of the jewels be to him? [ALTARUS:] After rising from his Chamber of Slumber, the Chaos-Liege's power was direly depleted... and he was unable to venture beyond the obsidian walls of his Citadel of Shadows, being compelled to control his wraiths and fiends to undertake his diseased schemes on his behalf. When he ascertained that the wizards of the Royal Court of Hyperborea held in their possession the Ninth Jewel of the Galactic Confederation of Mera, the most powerful of all the crystalline keys to the Psionic Epsilon Matrix, he began to formulate an elaborate scheme which would gain him the gem and facilitate his liberation, sundering his fetters and allowing him free reign to spread his vile influence across the land once more. Utilizing to its fullest extent the dark art of sorcerous mind-control. Angsaar succeeded in placing spies and traitors within the King's Court, and thus set into motion a dark chain of events treacherously crafted to bring the Armies of Hyperborea to battle at one carefully predetermined place... the Shrine of A'zura-Kai... an ancient citadel built over the site where, many thousands of years ago, one of the Galactic Confederation's galaxy-spanning star-chariots was cast forcibly to earth by the tempestuous skies of a powerful cosmic witch-storm... a place where resultantly, the star-born energies of the Prime Crystal would be magnified tenfold, if wielded in unison with the correct arcane incantations which Angstaar alone knew... [XERXES:] Then the battle, the defeat of the wraiths, all that had been merely a ruse... a scheme implemented by the Chaos-Liege merely to realize his ultimate ambition of the sundering of the mystic shackles? [ALTARUS:] Aye... the Shrine would act as a portal, a gateway opened by the power of the Crystal, a yawning aperture in the dimensional barrier through which Angsaar could escape the incarceration of his Citadel at last. And as the Arch-Wraith soared the night-winds on its return journey to its malign master, the Prime Crystal clutched in its bloodied claws, the King knew as he watched the Shrine of A'zura-Kai begin to glow with a great and ominous sidereal luminescence, that he had on that battle-fraught eve defeated one dreadful menace on the Field of Blood only to unleash an infinitely more terrifying foe... But the Chaos-Liege had reckoned without the power of the one thing he feared the most... the one thing which had the merest glimmering hope of thwarting his dread scheme and restoring order to glorious Hyperborea... [XERXES:] Yes, the only chance... the last hope for victory... [ALTARUS:] The Shadow-Sword. Evident once more was the fearsome extra-dimensional intelligence linking the sword and the gem, the same crystalline sentience which had guided the King to the mountainous resting place of the ebon blade, and had shielded the presence of the sorcerous immortal weapon from the dark one until it had been brought into play upon the field of battle, that magical link placed within the Ninth Gem by the Immortal if ever again the power of the Shadow-Sword should be needed to bring to bear against Chaos! And with the Arch-Wraith disappearing into the massing dark, that yard of fearsome black steel spoke once more to the King in the same long dead tongue it had burned upon his mind deep within the Mountains of the Dead, the essence of the Immortal mystically encased within the blade instructing the Scion of Hyperborea to commit himself to one final, cataclysmic deed... a deed which would end the aspirations of the Chaos-Liege forever, or plunge Hyperborea and the kingdoms of the world into an endless abyss of eternal suffering and a ravening maelstrom of limitless carnage and galactic terror... [XERXES:] What was that deed? What could stop the Chaos-Liege? I must know the outcome of this confrontation! [ALTARUS:] The vista begins to darken... the mists once again weave their spell to withold their timelost secrets. Practice your art, Xerxes... hone your skills, and the final outcome of this epic tale shall soon be made known to you... Ova pesma govori o tome koliko je super biti tr00 barbaric nordic-thunder warrior of steel! Quote
Kamaitachi Posted July 24, 2007 Report Posted July 24, 2007 (edited) Faith No More - We Care A Lot (verzija s Edited July 24, 2007 by Kamaitachi Quote
Álvaro Recoba Posted July 24, 2007 Report Posted July 24, 2007 Није метал, али су квалитетни лирици... Болесно дебилни... Let3 - (Jedina, 2000) - PNNK Pedere nabijam na kurac, a žene na kitu! Skraćeno Pnnk, a žnkt Pedere nabijam na kurac, a žene na tuki! Vrati se onda lađo moja odakle si došla. Quote
enclave Posted July 24, 2007 Report Posted July 24, 2007 Ovaj text ima bas finu pozadinu! Inace ''bend''(ako ga mozemo uopste tako nazvati) se zove BIRTIJA a pesma nosi naziv KAKO SI LEPA!Uzivajte i razmisljajte! Ti si s one strane sanka Ja sam ovde pijan kao majka Buljim ti u dekolte Hoce li sisa da ispadne Naopako okreces prljave case ti Jer kao si ih oprala, jer kao ciste su A ja ti verujem jer bi da imam te Svaka nova tura pica, sve si privlacnija Svaka nova tura pica, sve si jebozovnija Ko kaze da zena mora da cupa brkove Ko kaze da ne mogu dobro da joj stoje Kako si lepa ne mogu da verujem I nije me briga sto nemas prednje zube ti I nije me briga sta ces mi uraditi Dal ces da me vezes za radijator Ili cu se otrezniti ujutru I videti kakav si gabor Najlonka ti pukla Lakom za nokte je zamazujes Kad se sagnes po gajbu Kafani bulju pokazujes I nije mi jasno zasto me odbijas Sta se desava sad i koji ti je sad Zar ne osetis taj fluid izmedju nas Kako si lepa Quote
Vresište Posted July 29, 2007 Report Posted July 29, 2007 '5 minutes alone' je posvecena izvesnom delu crne populacije u Ameriki... Quote
Vresište Posted July 29, 2007 Report Posted July 29, 2007 (edited) Kom delu ako nije tajna..? Pa ceo onaj deo izmedju pochetka i kraja... Evo sluchajno naleteh na sajtich koji je za ovu temu...pishu ga fanovi, mozda i ima poneki pametan komentar... Edit: Sve cheshche sam opasno glup, c,c,c. Ne znam, valjda onim getoiziranim.... Edited July 29, 2007 by matatrtaDgrejt Quote
Melodicus Deathus... Posted April 9, 2008 Report Posted April 9, 2008 Ko moze da mi kaze. o cemu se radi u pesmi Stairway to Heaven?? Citao sam text puuuno puta do sad, ali mi i dalje nije najjasnije... Quote
Rehabilitovani Bagrem Posted April 9, 2008 Report Posted April 9, 2008 To je ko ona pomama na netu za tokio hotel pesmama,jer jadni klinci ne znaju na sta se odnosi tekst Po meni je najbolja stvar sto mozes interpretirati tekst pesme na koji god hoces nacin i to je bas super stvar,a ne da ima jednodimenzionalno znacenje ipak je to nekako plitko,ne? Quote
oʞɾoƃ Posted April 9, 2008 Report Posted April 9, 2008 Moja omiljena pesma, uvek se izgubim u moru njenih potencijalnih značenja, metafora i svega ostalog intrigantnog: Anal Cunt - The Only Reason Men Talk To You Is Because They Want To Get Laid, You Stupid Fucking Cunt You think you have a lot of male friends – you don’t You think guys care when they ask for your opinion – they don’t You think your best friend’s boyfriend doesn’t want to fuck you – he does You thought the bartender was being nice to you when he gave you a free drink – he wasn’t Your neighbor helped you move – he just wants to fuck you Your boss bought you lunch – he just wants to fuck you A guy bought you a drink – he just wants to fuck you He asked you to go out for coffee – he just wants to fuck you You think you’re one of the guys You think you’re all good friends You’re eventually going to get raped You stupid fucking cunt You stupid cunt [x6] You’re a stupid fucking cunt You stupid cunt [x6] You’re a stupid fucking cunt Quote
STARSHOOTER_SUPREME Posted April 9, 2008 Report Posted April 9, 2008 Svako treba da svati pesmu na svoj nacin ali postoje neke stvari koje ne znamo u pojedinim pesmama npr Metal church- litlle boy -bomba bacena na hiroshimu se zvala litlle boy Anathema -one last goodbye-pesma nije ljubavna kako je svi smatraju nego je o smrti majke dvojice brace Quote
Herr_Wolf Posted April 10, 2008 Report Posted April 10, 2008 Po meni je najbolja stvar sto mozes interpretirati tekst pesme na koji god hoces nacin i to je bas super stvar,a ne da ima jednodimenzionalno znacenje ipak je to nekako plitko,ne? E ljubi te čiča! Baš ovo htedoh napisati. Quote
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