ΣΤΙΧΟΙ ΠΟΥ ΣΑΣ ΕΚΦΡΑΖΟΥΝ

[αλεξανδρος_77]

oi στιχοι που με εκφραζουν
απο ενα αδιεξοδο με βγαζουν

[deleted-member30-03]

Patience is a virtue, virtue is a grace
Grace is a little girl who wouldn’t wash her face
Grace is a virtue, virtue is a mean
Between two extremes, one of excess, one of deficiencies
Patience is a virtue, virtue is a dirty stain
Cleanliness is next to godliness and isn’t worth the pain
Grace is a virtue, virtue of the pageant
And this is not a love ballad

You suggested Lithium to get me better again
That is unless if we, uhm, get together again
But that ain’t gonna happen, never again
Send my well wishes to your nutritionist
Your dietician, your pharmacist
Your personal trainer and your accomplices
Your partners in thought crime
Your criminal group thinking doctors online
There is a difference between what is and isn’t
Business and friendship
Parental assistance and an assistant
A permanent solution and a quick-fix
A fit body and sound mind
A hundred hour weeks, and dangerous amounts of downtime
You got a lot to offer, but you’re not an author
If I kill your persecution complex that don’t make you a martyr
Drop the styrofoam cross, you can’t walk on water
You could use it for floatation, not a flying saucer
You suggested professional help like I wasn’t mentally well
What I was feeling wasn’t mentally felt
Duly noted, you’ll be quoted in the eulogy
It’ll be passed off as poetry between you and me
I know you know the difference between confession and conjecture
Prosity and needing to be lectured to a meet up
The student becomes the teacher, the son becomes a parent
From a scab to teamster, the sun becomes apparent
From a chemical imbalance to a litany of habits
And this is not a love ballad

You should drown me in that womanhood and teach me how to swim
Beat me with my own hands and tie down my limbs
Suffer for my sins or let me suffer from within
But in the end this is not a love ballad
We can battle with tattoos to cover up the bruises
The first to show any sign of discomfort loses
For the first time in a long time you’re not who my muse is
And this is not a love ballad
I’m not thirsty, I just got hungry eyes, you look appetizing
And from a distant stare broken eye contact in disrepair
Sometimes I disappear, but now you see me
A part Irish goodbye, other part Harry Houdini
Put my feet to the fire, I got Satan on my heels
If it’s all about prestige, just wait for the reveal
I got a new bag of tricks to turn, a new black magic woman bitch to burn
So much for live and learn

Is a music box that haunts me from the top-shelf of the bedroom closet
I don’t touch it, it just cuddles with my conscience
I’m on constant guard, jittery the whole night
Clinging the sheets because it sings to me slow like
And that’s her song running through an hourglass
Built with two wine bottles that I found in a flower patch
Planting it in quicksand, refusing to sink fast
Abusing me slow, I hear the music and I think back
Before the fall, before the set up
Before the interest in sex even developed
I fell in love with distance as an ex’s best friend
There used to be revenge, but i couldn’t see no end
So I had to switch the lens in and focus on some flesh
No more clinging to old threads

[pameoloi]

όχι τόσο το refrain όσο το υπόλοιπο κομμάτι,
το "sometimes" ας το αντικαταστήσουμε με "Most of the times"
και στα "fights" ο αντίπαλος είναι ο εαυτός μου, ζόρικος :P

[pameoloi]

το απόλυτο κομμάτι, στο refrain αυτή την φορά

Do you know what it's like
When your world seems to change overnight
And it feels like the earth could break
Tell me do you know what it takes

Stop my heart
Don't let it break
Is it true that you did what you said
And it's hard for me to see you so far
And it's hard for me to see you for what you are

Hold my breath, hold me down
Take the hand of god and lead me to drown
And it's fine to say that it's not real
Well maybe I won't run or I won't feel

Heaven won't ever forgive
Making it hurt when you see
My every day my every night
I hide I hide I say why

[Κύκνος]

Τρελάθηκε λοιπόν ο έρωτας μας
και δεν αισθάνεται
πως άλλη μια φορά ο εγωισμός μας
στον ύπνο πιάνεται...
Δεν ντρέπεσαι, δεν ντρέπομαι
εσύ που επιστρέφεις
κι εγώ που επιμένω να σε δέχομαι..

[Κύκνος]

Ευτυχώς που ξέχασα να μεγαλώσω
κι αν με γυρέψετε είμαι ακόμα στην αλάνα
ευτυχώς που ξέχασα να μεγαλώσω
μη με μαζεύεις απ΄το δρόμο ακόμα μάνα..

[paintitblack]

I'm a man
At least I'm trying to be
I have lived before
The other half of me
I have lived before
That you don't want me
But in this search
For nothing desperately
Oh, I'm trying trying
Not to be a fool
I'm trying trying
Lord to keep my cool, baby trying so hard to keep it together

After I find, baby
That true love of mine
I am just Rolling screaming
Crying flying
Cannot be trusted, but busted
Rolling stone

You are a woman
At least you say you are
You are a woman
At least you look like you are
You are a woman
At least you taste like you are
But you can take it off
In bed with my guitar
And then you leave them
Throw me outside
To cry, cry
To the moon and the nighttime
Save my soul
You cannot find
All you want is a ticket to ride
After you show me everything
It did prove otherwise

You just rolling, screaming, crying good love is sometime
But cannot be trusted
Stepping stone
Stepping stone

[deleted-member30-03]

We run in the packs, sick dogs of attack
Methods of warfare, front to the back
Shooting in the troops the juice so they last
Put it in the food can't get through the mask
Remember it's all fair in war
Head confusion, down by law
Poisoning the mind with visions of mad killing
Filling me with hate
I can't fight the feeling

It's a chemical attack from all sides
Carefuly devised
Spraying pesticides on rations
We're catching homicide
Agent orange destroy in similar fashion
Less action little attraction
Still death is maxim, they're multi-platinum
Killing millions mostly civilians
Through secret experiments with disregard for your opinion
In the 'shroom fields we feel real defenseless
Against this disorganization of the senses
It's tenseless, past or present, we're invalid
Consider yourself a lyric in this death ballad

-Wasted yeah
Get hit by the slugs drugs in war zone
-Wasted
Lose your sense against these streets where I roam
-Wasted yeah
Invading the space of your dome of your home
-Wasted
In the fields we live and die our minds gone
Wasted yeah
Wasted

[αλεξανδρος_77]

το παιζω κορονα γραματα
για να μαθω αν μ αγαπας ακομα
γιατι δε κοιταξες καταματα
που για σενα ειχα γινει λιωμα.

[manner]

Ηρέμησε και μην κλαις
σκούπισε τα δάκτρυα από τα μάτια σου
στο ζεστό σου κρεββάτι είσαι και,
ήταν μόνο ένα κακό όνειρο
που γυρίζει με μανία στο κεφάλι σου
τα μυαλό σου σε ξεγέλασε για να νιώσεις τον πόνο
κάποιου κοντά σου που αφήνει το παιχνίδι της ζωής
έχεις μια καινούρια ευκαιρία
με μάτια ανοιχτά θα αντιμετωπίσεις την ημέρα,
και έτσι το όνειρο τελείωσε, ή τώρα μόλις ξεκίνησε;

[ftatl]

Aς ιδιωτικοποιηθούν τα πάντα,
ας ιδιωτικοποιηθεί η θάλασσα και ο ουρανός,
ας ιδιωτικοποιηθεί το νερό και ο αέρας,
ας ιδιωτικοποιηθεί η Δικαιοσύνη και ο Νόμος,
ας ιδιωτικοποιηθεί και το περαστικό σύννεφο,

ας ιδιωτικοποιηθεί το όνειρο,
ειδικά στην περίπτωση που γίνεται την ημέρα
και με τα μάτια ανοιχτά.

Και σαν κορωνίδα όλων των ιδιωτικοποιήσεων,
ιδιωτικοποιήστε τα Κράτη,
παραδώστε επιτέλους την εκμετάλλευση υμών των ιδίων σε εταιρίες του ιδιωτικού τομέα με διεθνή διαγωνισμό.
Διότι εκεί βρίσκεται η σωτηρία του κόσμου…

Και μια και μπήκατε στον κόπο,
ιδιωτικοποιήστε στο φινάλε
και την ******* την μάνα που σας γέννησε.
Ζοζέ Σαραμάγκου (Νόμπελ Λογοτεχνίας 1998)

[deleted-member30-03]

Human labrats terrorized
Altared personas triggered
Stalked individuals irradiated

Torture, submission
A detour to suicide

Disassociation
Subhumanization
Born behind enemy lines
The battlefield is our minds

Phoenix from the ashes of failure
Velon bloodprime
Your souls undermine
Symbols burned inside

Psywar - pull the trigger
Psywar - kill the target
No future
Lost forever
Psywar
End of torment

[paintitblack]

After all the jacks are in their boxes
And the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
Footprints dressed in red

And the wind whispers Mary

A broom is drearily sweeping
Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life
Somewhere a queen is weeping
Somewhere a king has no wife

And the wind cries Mary

The traffic lights they turn a blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags downstream
Cause the life that they lived is dead

And the wind screams Mary

Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past
And with its crutch its old age and its wisdom
It whispers "no, this will be the last"

And the wind cries Mary

[giannis1990]

Έτσι, γιατί περίεργα την είδα
έτσι, γιατί βαρέθηκα τα ίδια
έτσι, γιατί γουστάρω να'μαι μόνος
είμαι πιο καλύτερα δε το μετανιώνω
θα 'μαι για τη πάρτη μου και μόνο

[deleted-member30-03]

You let the wind take us down
You let the storm come and wipe us out
I saw the fox stomp you out
I saw the ocean come take you under

I have my bullet stuck in your mouth
I have you screaming for your last breath, yeah
I shoved the boat deep inside
I still waiting for the devour

You take the high road down
I take the ground below you
You take the high road down
I take the ground below

You are the one nobody likes
You are the plague that was brought here by rats
I like to hunt you, lets fight
Watching you fade out and never come back

You take the high road down
I take the ground below you
You take the high road down
I take the ground below