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Queen - I'm Going Slightly Mad


When the outside temperature rises
And the meaning is oh so clear
One thousand and one yellow daffodils
Begin to dance in front of you - oh dear
Are they trying to tell you something
You're missing that one final screw
You're simply not in the pink my dear
To be honest you haven't got a clue

I'm going slightly mad
I'm going slightly mad
It finally happened - happened
It finally happened - ooh oh
It finally happened
I'm slightly mad
Oh dear

I'm one card short of a full deck
I'm not quite the shilling
One wave short of a shipwreck
I'm not my usual top billing
I'm coming down with a fever
I'm really out to sea
This kettle is boiling over
I think I'm a banana tree
Oh dear

I'm going slightly mad
I'm going slightly mad
It finally happened - happened
It finally happened - uh huh
It finally happened
I'm slightly mad
Oh dear

Ooh ooh ah ah
Ooh ooh ah ah
I'm knitting with only one needle
Unravelling fast it's true
I'm driving only three wheels these days
But my dear how about you

I'm going slightly mad
I'm going slightly mad
It finally happened
It finally happened - oh yes
It finally happened
I'm slightly mad
Just very slightly mad

And there you have it
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Uwielbiam ten tekst:
Hall & Oates - Maneater (nie, nie jest to wcześniejsza wersja piosenki Nelly Furtado, a zupełnie inna)

She'll only come out at night
The lean and hungry type
Nothing is new, I've seen her here before
Watching and waiting
She's sitting with you but her eyes are on the door
So many have paid to see
What you think you're getting for free
The woman is wild, a she-cat tamed by the purr of a Jaguar
Money's the matter
If you're in it for love you ain't gonna get too far

Oh here she comes
Watch out boy she'll chew you up
Oh here she comes
She's a maneater
Oh here she comes
Watch out boy she'll chew you up
Oh here she comes
She's a maneater

I wouldn't if I were you
I know what she can do
She's deadly man, and she could really rip your world apart
Mind over matter
The beauty is there but a beast is in the heart

Oh here she comes
Watch out boy she'll chew you up
Oh here she comes
She's a maneater
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Szukał długo...długo, tajemnie, nie zwierzając się ludziom.
Oczy jego były rozświecone wewnętrznym odbłyskiem jasnej idei.
Szukał....
- i to, na co patrzał, nie zadowalało go.
Gdzie?
(...)
Trwożnie, pytająco usiłował wszystko poznać, zobaczyć...
Nie ma....
badał, wgłębiał się, szukał...
Nie ma, w ludziach nie ma, w ich myślach, tworach...
Wszystko szare, przeciętne, monotonne....
(...)
wszystko obszedł... w społeczeństwie, w ludziach, nigdzie.
a może źle szukał?
nie - ależ nie. Obszedł wszystko, wszystko widział, wszędy pytał....
a może jest za brutalny? może jego dusza - ta harfa Eola - ma za grube struny, by na nich mogły zadrgać i zafalować subtelne tajemnice?
nie.
przecież ten błysk, przecież czuł, dlatego szukał......."
I jeśli kiedykolwiek umrę – a wiem, że umrę w bardzo krótkim czasie – umrę, zgłębiwszy ten świat z bliska i z daleka, z góry i z dołu, ale z nim nie pogodzony. Umrę i On zapyta mnie wówczas: «Czy było ci tam dobrze, czy źle?» Ja zaś będę milczeć, opuszczę wzrok i będę milczeć. Niemota taka znana jest wszystkim, którzy zebrali żniwo wielodniowego i zapamiętałego pijaństwa. Czyż bowiem życie ludzkie nie jest chwilowym otępieniem duszy, a także jej zaćmieniem? Wszyscy jesteśmy jakby pijani, każdy na swój sposób; jeden wypił mniej, inny więcej. I na różnych różnie to działa: jeden śmieje się światu w twarz, a inny skłania głowę na piersi tego świata i płacze. Jeden już się wyrzygał i jest mu dobrze, a innego dopiero zaczęło mdlić. A cóż ja? Wiele zaznałem, ale nic nie zdziałałem. Nigdy się nawet tak naprawdę nie roześmiałem i ani razu mnie nie zemdliło. Ja, który doznałem w tym świecie tyle, że tracę rachunek i zapominam kolejności – ja jestem najtrzeźwiejszy z całego świata; na mnie to wszystko marnie działa... «Dlaczego milczysz?» – spyta Pan, spowity w błękitne błyskawice. A co ja mu powiem? Nic, tylko będę milczeć i milczeć... Ta łza nie jest wyrazem żalu, ta łza nie jest smutkiem,
to łza ...
nieporadności,
bolesne piękno,
bezsilność bezkresu piękności
i minimalistycznych możliwości.
Ta łza, to łza niewolnika.
Chcę czuć, móc czuć piękno
zamknięty w szklanej łzie ...
Ja umieram na zawsze
szczelnie zamknięty w podświadomości,
zatruty, zawstydzony,
zaszczuty ...
Ja umieram na zawsze.
To bezkres palety odczuć zamknięty
w zubożałości możliwości ...
Ja umieram
na zawsze.

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The Lonely Island, Punch you in the jeans, z płyty Incredibad. ^^
Noł ofens, jednak nie mogłam się powstrzymać. ;>
These days, a lot a cats is outta line
Seems to me, like they need to get punched
Yeah, but where you gonna punch 'em?
Yo, the choice is obvious

I'll punch you in the jeans, I'll punch you in the jeans
This is not a case of man vs. machine
You think that you're safe, thought you got away clean?
I'll roll up on you smooth and punch you in the jeans

I got my fists clenched, gonna throw a haymaker
Rockin your slacks from here to J-maica
Shake in your boots, cause I'm the earthquaker
Bringin those jeans 'round here was a mistake-ah

I gotta vendetta, it's against your jeans
Gonna put my knuckles up against the seams
They can be on your legs or on the clothesline
But when I see the zipper and cloth, it's go time!

And I'm zeroed in, I got the tunnel vision
Gonna cover you in shit like a ton of pigeons
Man I hate your jeans, I'm gonna bruise that denim
It really doesn't matter as long as you're in 'em

Yo we'll punch your jeans, we've said it before
Best believe this is not a metaphor
Better watch your back, cause we're on the creep
And we won't stop 'til your jeans are six feet deep

Man I'll murder your jeans, I'll feed 'em to the fishes
Heres what I'd do, if I had three wishes
Punch your jeans, on all three counts
It would bring me satisfaction in large amounts

Yo, If I had three wishes I would do the same
We see eye to eye in this jean punch game
I'd lay 'em in a field where there's chemical sprayin
But I'd punch 'em first, yo that goes without sayin'

Acid washed pleats or a nifty cuff
It's just another jean for my fist to stuff
Throwin fistacuffs, eat pants like bag lunches
Jeans pronounced dead (Cause of death?) Hecka punches

Yo we'll punch your jeans, we've said it before
Best believe this is not a metaphor
You got somethin to say, we got the proper retorts
Beat your jeans so bad that they'll wish they were shorts

Gonna revise your Levi's with physical harm
Put divets in the rivets with my physical arm
Gonna beat those jeans, gonna dip 'em in slime
Turn your 501's into 499's
When I punch a jean I like to imagine a face
The fly is the nose and the balls are the base of the face
You got taste and it shows my man
God damn your jean brand got me throwin my hands
Gonna go back in time, find the man who made jeans
And choke him to death, if you know what I mean
Yo I know what you mean, so keep your jeans on a hush
And breakout, before you get bumrushed

Yo we'll punch your jeans, we've said it before
Best believe this is not a metaphor
So take off your jeans, and reverse the curse
Cause we the best jean punchers in the universe
 
 
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Judas Priest - Hard as Iron

Whipcrack, stings the sky
Don’t mess with me I’m danger
The meanest on alive

Earthquake, breaks the Richter scale
The more that you resist
The more the pain you’ll feel

I’m blazing on to glory
There’s thunder in my veins
And nothing stands before me
Forever I’ll remain

Hard as iron
Sharp as steel
Stop for no man
You better beg and kneel

Untouched, cold as ice
I’ll turn your blood to water
Strangle in my vice

Shock waves, bones to dust
You’re messin’ with a mine field so expect the worst

I’m blazing on to glory
There’s thunder in my veins
And nothing stands before me
Forever I’ll remain

Hard as iron
Sharp as steel
Stop for no man
You better beg and kneel

As I destroy, last thing you’ll hear me cry, is victory, is victory

I’m blazing on to glory
There’s thunder in my veins
And nothing stands before me
Forever I’ll remain

Hard as iron
Sharp as steel
Stop for no man
You better beg and kneel
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Sabaton - Angells calling

Sent to kill, to watch no man's land
Snipers are moving unseen
Fight for land, to lose it again
Shrapnel is filling the air

Hell on earth, the trenches mean death, better keep your head down low
Charge their lines, the ultimate test it's a synchronized sacrifice

Get the wounded after dark
Left alone in no man's land
Maddening chaos at the front

Dream of heaven
Angels are calling your name

Shells and guns, a rifle and scope
Bullets are wearing your name
Losing track of time and of space
Midnight at sanity's edge

Losing friends to artillery shells, at the break of dawn
Break their will, as yours has been broken, they're here alone, dream of home

Charge at dawn to gain a yard
Scout at night to guard their lines
Leave your life in fortunes hand

When the bullet hits it's mark
Know your time in hell has been served
You won't return to home
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KISS - Reason to live

Out of love, there's nobody around, all I hear is the sound of a broken heart
Out of time, no more waitin' for you
Now the hurtin's through, and a new day starts
And I feel a change in my life, I sailed into dark and endless nights
And made it alive

Chorus:
Everybody's got a reason to live, baby
Everybody's got a dream and a hunger inside
Everybody's got a reason to live, but it can't be your love

Out of touch, with myself for so long, now a feelin' so strong comin' over me
Down the line, there's a lesson I've learned
You can love and get burned, if it has to be
And I see a change in my life, and I'm not alone when I'm strong inside
And I realize

chorus

And I feel a change in my life
And I'm not alone when I'm strong inside and I realize

chorus repeats 2x

No it can't be your love, no it can't be your love
No it can't be your love
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Naglfar - The Darkest Road

What is wrong, what is right?
I worship the night
Into the darkness I wander
Bathing my skin the full moon light
In this my final hour, in this my final rite

I hunger for the eternal silence
To drown in the perpetual sleep
To take control and to finally seal my fate
All living fills me with hate, so deep...

I walk alone - the darkest road
I walk alone...
I walk alone - life dethroned
I was born unknown, I die alone...

What is false, what is true? Deep within you
When everything comes to an end
Praise it, embrace it, the everlasting night
In this my final hour, in this your final rite

I walk alone - the darkest road
I walk alone...
I walk alone - life dethroned
Born unknown, die alone...

What is wrong, what is right?
I've chosen the night
Into the darkness I wander
Bathing my skin in the full moon light
In this my final hour, in this my final fight

I walk alone - the darkest road
I walk alone...
I walk alone - life dethroned
I was born unknown, I die alone...
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Thin Lizzy "Angel Of Death"

Oh my god
There's millions of them!
I've seen a fire start in Frisco
The day that the earth quaked
I've seen buildings a-blazing
Throwing up in flames
I heard men, women and children
Crying out to their God for mercy
But their God didn't listen
So they were burned alive
They went down, down, deep underground
In the great disaster
I was hanging out in Berlin
In the year one thousand nine hundred and thirty nine
I've seen Hilter's storm troopers
March right across the Maginot Line
I've seen two world wars
I've seen men send rockets out into space
I foresee a holocaust
An angel of death descending to destroy the human race
Down, down, deep undergound
A great disaster
In the sixteenth century there was a French philosopher
By the name of Nostradamus
Who prophecised that in the late twentieth century
An angel of death shall waste this landA holocaust the likes of which
This planet had never seen
Now, I ask you
Do you believe this to be true?
I was standing by the bedside
The night that my father died
He was crying out in pain
To his God he said, "Have mercy, mercy!"
His body was riddled with a disease
Unknown to man so he expected no cure
But before he died that night
He was lost, insane
He went down, down, deep underground
A great disaster
You'll go down, down, deep underground
A great disaster
I think they've got now!
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Entombed - Ballad of Hollis Brown (cover piosenki Dylana chyba)

Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
With his wife and five children
And his cabin brokin' down.

You looked for work and money
And you walked a rugged mile
You looked for work and money
And you walked a rugged mile
Your children are so hungry
That they don't know how to smile.

Your baby's eyes look crazy
They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve
Your baby's eyes look crazy
They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve
You walk the floor and wonder why
With every breath you breathe.

The rats have got your flour
Bad blood it got your mare
The rats have got your flour
Bad blood it got your mare
If there's anyone that knows
Is there anyone that cares ?

You prayed to the Lord above
Oh please send you a friend
You prayed to the Lord above
Oh please send you a friend
Your empty pocket tell you
That you ain't a-got no friend.

Your babies are crying louder now
It's pounding on your brain
Your babies are crying louder now
It's pounding on your brain
Your wife's screams are stabbin' you
Like the dirty drivin' rain.

Your grass is turning black
There's no water in your well
Your grass is turning black
There's no water in your well
Your spent your last lone dollar
On seven shotgun shels.

Way out in the wilderness
A cold coyote calls
Way out in the wilderness
A cold coyote calls
Your eyes fix on the shortgun
That's hangin' on the wall.

Your brain is a-bleedin'
And your legs can't seem to stand
Your brain is a-bleedin'
And your legs can't seem to stand
Your eyes fix on the shortgun
That you're holdin' in your hand.

There's seven breezes a-blowin'
All around the cabin door
There's seven breezes a-blowin'
All around the cabin door
Seven shots ring out
Like the ocean's pounding roar.

There's seven people dead
On a south Dakota farm
There's seven people dead
On a south Dakota farm
Somewhere in the distance
There's seven new people born.
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Shining - The Claws Of Perdition

A suicidal haze, unreal like a torturous dream
old stinging mental wounds, still raw and fucking bleeding
drowning in the womb of misery, the mother of depression
the slaughter of all hope, the grim death of compassion

sell your soul to evil,
sell your soul to death
...suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide...

a dead empty stare
into the ruins of my world
a world i have already left,
so many years ago

(dalej wersja rozszerzona)

there are no more barriers to cross
all i have in common with the uncontrollable and insane
the vicious and the evil
all the mayhem i have caused
and my utter indifference to the world
i have now surpassed

my pain is constant and sharp
and i do not hope for a better world for anyone
in fact, i want my pain to be inflicted on others
i want no one to escape

but even after admitting this
there is no katharsis
my punishment continues to allude me
and i gain no deeper knowledge of myself
no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling
this confession has meant

nothing
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Od dobrych paru tygodni ciągle mi chodzi po głowie ta piosenka. Wróciła do mnie po paru latach nieobecności i przyssała się ponownie do mego mózgu. Podśpiewuję se ją jak jestem napity i nie mam czego słuchać.

Pink Floyd - The Gnome

I want to tell you a story
'Bout a little man if I can.
A gnome named Grimble Gromble.
And little gnomes stay in their homes,
Eating, sleeping, drinking their wine.

He wore a scarlet tunic,
A blue-green hood, it looked quite good.
He had a big adventure
Amidst the grass, fresh air at last.
Wining, dining, biding his time...

And then one day...
Hooray, another way for gnomes to say
Hoooooorrrrraaaaay...

Look at the sky, look at the river.
Isn't it good?
Look at the sky, look at the river.
Isn't it good?

Winding, finding places to go.

And then one day
Hooray, another way for gnomes to say
Hoooooorrrrrraaaaaaay
Hooooooooooooooooorrrrrraaaay
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Doors - The end

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is callin' us
The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...fuck you
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
C'mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
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Na początku piosenka zbytnio mnie nie urzekła, ale poznawszy tekst jakoś wczułam się w ten utwór w takim stopniu, że stał mi się dość bliski ostatnio...

The Sisters Of Mercy - Nine While Nine

And it's passing strange
And I'm waiting for the train
Caught up on this line again
And it's passing slowly
Killing time but it's
Better than living in what will come and I've
Still got some of your letters with me and I
Thought sometimes or I read too much
And I think you know let's
Drink to the dead lying under the water and the
Cost of the blood on the driven snow and the
Lipstick on my cigarettes
Frost upon the window pane
Nine while nine and I'm waiting
For the train.....

She said do you remember a time when angels
Do you remember a time when fear
In the days when I was stronger
In the days when you were here she said
When days had no beginning
While days had no end when
Shadows grew no longer I
Knew no other friend but you
Were wild
You were wild.....

Frost upon these cigarettes
Lipstick on the window pane and I've
Lost all sense of the world outside but I
Can't forget so I call your name and I'm
Looking for a life for me and I'm
Looking for a life for you and I'm
Talking to myself again and it's
So damn cold it's just not true and I'm
Walking through the rain
Trying to hold on waiting for the train and I'm
Only looking for what you want but it's
Lonely here and I think you knew and I'm
And I'm waiting
And I wait in vain
Nine while nine and I'm waiting
For the train.....
And it's passing strange
And I'm waiting for the train
Caught up on this line again
And it's passing slowly
Killing time but it's
Better than living in what will come and I've
Still got some of your letters with me and I
Thought sometimes or I read too much
And I think you know let's
Drink to the dead lying under the water and the
Cost of the blood on the driven snow and the
Lipstick on my cigarettes
Frost upon the window pane
Nine while nine and I'm waiting
For the train.....

She said do you remember a time when angels
Do you remember a time when fear
In the days when I was stronger
In the days when you were here she said
When days had no beginning
While days had no end when
Shadows grew no longer I
Knew no other friend but you
Were wild
You were wild.....

Frost upon these cigarettes
Lipstick on the window pane and I've
Lost all sense of the world outside but I
Can't forget so I call your name and I'm
Looking for a life for me and I'm
Looking for a life for you and I'm
Talking to myself again and it's
So damn cold it's just not true and I'm
Walking through the rain
Trying to hold on waiting for the train and I'm
Only looking for what you want but it's
Lonely here and I think you knew and I'm
And I'm waiting
And I wait in vain
Nine while nine and I'm waiting
For the train...
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tomashes 


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Jefferson Airplane - White Rabbit (autor&wyk. Grace Slick)

One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small

When men on the chessboard
get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know

When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's off with her head
Remember what the doormouse said:
"Feed your Head
Feed your Head!"
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Slayer - Disciple

Powiedzieć że utożsamiam się z tym tekstem to spora przesada ale jakoś wciąż wracam do niego myślami.

Drones since the dawn of time
Compelled to live your sheltered lives
Not once has anyone ever seen
Such a rise of pure hypocracy
I'll instigate I'll free your mind
I'll show you what I've known all this time

God Hates Us All, God Hates Us All
You know it's true God hates this place
You know it's true he hates this race

Homicide-Suicide
Hate heals, you should try it sometime
Strive for Peace with acts of war
The beauty of death we all adore
I have no faith distracting me
I know why your prayers will never be answered

God Hates Us All; God Hates Us All
He Fu*kin' hates me

Pessimist, Terrorist targeting the next mark
Global chaos feeding on hysteria
Cut throat, slit your wrist, shoot you in the back fair game
Drug abuse, self abuse searching for the next high
Sounds a lot like hell is spreading all the time
I'm waiting for the day the whole world fu*king dies

I never said I wanted to be God's disciple
I'll never be the one to blindly follow

Man made virus infecting the world
Self-destruct human time bomb
What if there is no God would you think the fu*kin' same
Wasting your life in a leap of blind faith
Wake the f*ck up can't ignore what I say
I got my own philosophy

I hate everyone equally
You can't tear that out of me
No segregation, separation
Just me in my world of enemies

I never said I wanted to be God's disciple
I'll never be the one to blindly follow
I'll never be the one to bear the cross-disciple

I reject this fu*kin' race
I despise this fu*kin' place
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