because I'm not the only one...
Czego słucha Vesper?
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Słuchałam tego!!! Parę lat temu.... Symfoniczna muzyka pewnie w Emowie rozbrzmiewa. Teraz pewnie Wiosna Vivaldiego. Jak u mnie 
Pułkownik Majorka w służbie Lorda Ultora!
Manewry: I, II
Akcje: MTK, Urodziny Ukrytego, Polcon2007, "V", "K", Falcon2007, "S"
Ruda Wywłoka mająca pierdolca, którego nie zawaha się użyć!!!
Manewry: I, II
Akcje: MTK, Urodziny Ukrytego, Polcon2007, "V", "K", Falcon2007, "S"
Ruda Wywłoka mająca pierdolca, którego nie zawaha się użyć!!!
Tak sobie patrzę w półkę... moze Haggard? Taki na przykład "In A Pale Moon's Shadow". Albo coś z Metalliki, w rodzaju "Until It Sleeps" albo "Unforgiven II"? Jadąc dalej przetoczyłem się po pierwszej płycie Notre Dame, ale ona mi jakoś średnio pasuje. Może Arcana, "Hymn of Absolute Deceit"? Może Dark Sanctuary, "Ordre Et Decadence"? Biorąc coś ostrzejszego: Dark Tranquillity "Fortmat C: For Cortex", albo Elysium "World Hello Day"? Kurcze, ciężko coś naprawdę wybrać. A my bładzimy po omacku, jak w termicznej mgle...
Niezwykle ważne jest, aby codzienna twoja postawa stała się postawą żołnierza,
a postawa żołnierza - postawą na co dzień.
(Miyamoto Musashi, Księga Pięciu Kręgów)
In the warzone marines shit tactically.
(Ray w "Generation Kill")
a postawa żołnierza - postawą na co dzień.
(Miyamoto Musashi, Księga Pięciu Kręgów)
In the warzone marines shit tactically.
(Ray w "Generation Kill")
A co powiecie na "Mama" My Chemical Romance?
Mama, we all go to hell.
Mama, we all go to hell.
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well.
Mama, we all go to hell.
Oh, well now, Mama, we're all gonna die.
Mama, we're all gonna die.
Stop asking me questions, I hate to see you cry.
Mama, we're all gonna die.
And when we go don't blame us, yeah,
We'll let the fire just bathe us, yeah,
You made us oh so famous
We’ll never let you go.
And when you go don't return to me my love.
Mama, we're all full of lies.
Mama, we're meant for the flies.
And right now they're building a coffin your size.
Mama, we're all full of lies.
Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue,
You should have raised a baby girl
I should have been a better son
If you could coddle the infection, they can amputate at once
You should’ve been
I could have been a better son.
And when we go don't blame us, yeah,
We'll let this fire just bathe us, yeah,
You made us oh so famous,
We'll never let you go.
She said "you ain't no son of mine"
For what you done they're gonna find
A place for you and just you mind
Your manners when you go.
And when you go don't return to me my love,
That's right.
Mama, we all go to hell,
Mama, we all go to hell,
It’s really quite pleasant except for the smell,
Mama, we all go to hell.
Mama, Mama, Mama, ohhhh.
Mama, Mama, Mama.
Liza: And if you would call me your sweetheart, I'd maybe then sing you a song.
Gerard: But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun,
You will cry out your eyes all along.
We’re damned after all.
Through fortune and fame we fall.
And if you can stay then I’ll show you the way
To return to the ashes you call.
We all carry on,
When our brothers in arms are gone,
So raise your glass high, for tomorrow we die,
And return from the ashes you call.
Mama, we all go to hell.
Mama, we all go to hell.
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well.
Mama, we all go to hell.
Oh, well now, Mama, we're all gonna die.
Mama, we're all gonna die.
Stop asking me questions, I hate to see you cry.
Mama, we're all gonna die.
And when we go don't blame us, yeah,
We'll let the fire just bathe us, yeah,
You made us oh so famous
We’ll never let you go.
And when you go don't return to me my love.
Mama, we're all full of lies.
Mama, we're meant for the flies.
And right now they're building a coffin your size.
Mama, we're all full of lies.
Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue,
You should have raised a baby girl
I should have been a better son
If you could coddle the infection, they can amputate at once
You should’ve been
I could have been a better son.
And when we go don't blame us, yeah,
We'll let this fire just bathe us, yeah,
You made us oh so famous,
We'll never let you go.
She said "you ain't no son of mine"
For what you done they're gonna find
A place for you and just you mind
Your manners when you go.
And when you go don't return to me my love,
That's right.
Mama, we all go to hell,
Mama, we all go to hell,
It’s really quite pleasant except for the smell,
Mama, we all go to hell.
Mama, Mama, Mama, ohhhh.
Mama, Mama, Mama.
Liza: And if you would call me your sweetheart, I'd maybe then sing you a song.
Gerard: But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun,
You will cry out your eyes all along.
We’re damned after all.
Through fortune and fame we fall.
And if you can stay then I’ll show you the way
To return to the ashes you call.
We all carry on,
When our brothers in arms are gone,
So raise your glass high, for tomorrow we die,
And return from the ashes you call.
Mama, we all go to hell.
Mama, we all go to hell.
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well,
Mama, we all go to hell.
Mama, we all go to hell.
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well,
Mama, we all go to hell.
Arcana - "Hymn Of Absolute Deceit"
I had a taste of your blood
you had mine
I knew your pain, you knew mine
we were the beauty in all
The growing death inside of me
the knowledge of one
the growing death inside of me
the knowledge of one
I had a taste of your blood
you had mine
I knew your pain, you knew mine
we were the beauty in all
Please let me come in your arms
let me inside
Why punish me, why bring me sorrow
you angel of grief
The growing death inside of me
the knowledge of one
the growing death inside of me
the knowledge of one
Dead Can Dance - "Black Sun"
Murderer!
Man of fire.
Murderer!
I've seen the eyes of living dead.
It's the same game - survival.
The great mass play a waiting game.
Embalmed, crippled, dying in fear of pain.
All sense of freedom gone.
Black sun in a white world.
Like having a black sun in a white world.
I have a son,
His name is Eden.
It's his birthright,
Beyond estranged time.
Give me 69 years,
Another season in this hell.
It's all sex and death as far as I can tell.
Like Prometheus we are bound,
Chained to this rock of a brave new world,
Our godforsaken lot.
And I feel that's all we've ever needed to know,
'Til worlds end and the seas run cold.
Give me 69 years,
Another season in this hell.
There is sex and death
In mother nature's plans.
Like Prometheus we are bound,
Chained to this rock of a brave new world,
Our godforsaken lot.
Dark Tranquillity - "Format C: For Cortex"
mental blindfolds on
early on the fascination intense
how to discern just where right belongs
something has got to give
these things I just don't want you to see
there is no need for you to start revolutions
i don't want you to talk to the minions
just show me a brand new face
an open mind against a dying race
something has got to give
these things I just don't want you to hear
something has got to give
these things I just don't want you to feel
cannot fail in this the era of losers
burnt the shell of those that once held the torches
cannot give you the senses anew
nor will you know innocence again
something has got to give
these things I just don't want you to know
in time all your questions will be answered
not what you hoped for
not what you dreamed
all preconceptions crumble
something has got to give
these things I just don't want you to learn
won't hold up to the standards you keep
never came from the formative years
just show me a brand new mind
keep in what you left behind
something has got to give
these things I just don't want you to be
W ogóle polecam cała płytę DT "Damage Done" - dość mocno pasuje.
I had a taste of your blood
you had mine
I knew your pain, you knew mine
we were the beauty in all
The growing death inside of me
the knowledge of one
the growing death inside of me
the knowledge of one
I had a taste of your blood
you had mine
I knew your pain, you knew mine
we were the beauty in all
Please let me come in your arms
let me inside
Why punish me, why bring me sorrow
you angel of grief
The growing death inside of me
the knowledge of one
the growing death inside of me
the knowledge of one
Dead Can Dance - "Black Sun"
Murderer!
Man of fire.
Murderer!
I've seen the eyes of living dead.
It's the same game - survival.
The great mass play a waiting game.
Embalmed, crippled, dying in fear of pain.
All sense of freedom gone.
Black sun in a white world.
Like having a black sun in a white world.
I have a son,
His name is Eden.
It's his birthright,
Beyond estranged time.
Give me 69 years,
Another season in this hell.
It's all sex and death as far as I can tell.
Like Prometheus we are bound,
Chained to this rock of a brave new world,
Our godforsaken lot.
And I feel that's all we've ever needed to know,
'Til worlds end and the seas run cold.
Give me 69 years,
Another season in this hell.
There is sex and death
In mother nature's plans.
Like Prometheus we are bound,
Chained to this rock of a brave new world,
Our godforsaken lot.
Dark Tranquillity - "Format C: For Cortex"
mental blindfolds on
early on the fascination intense
how to discern just where right belongs
something has got to give
these things I just don't want you to see
there is no need for you to start revolutions
i don't want you to talk to the minions
just show me a brand new face
an open mind against a dying race
something has got to give
these things I just don't want you to hear
something has got to give
these things I just don't want you to feel
cannot fail in this the era of losers
burnt the shell of those that once held the torches
cannot give you the senses anew
nor will you know innocence again
something has got to give
these things I just don't want you to know
in time all your questions will be answered
not what you hoped for
not what you dreamed
all preconceptions crumble
something has got to give
these things I just don't want you to learn
won't hold up to the standards you keep
never came from the formative years
just show me a brand new mind
keep in what you left behind
something has got to give
these things I just don't want you to be
W ogóle polecam cała płytę DT "Damage Done" - dość mocno pasuje.
Niezwykle ważne jest, aby codzienna twoja postawa stała się postawą żołnierza,
a postawa żołnierza - postawą na co dzień.
(Miyamoto Musashi, Księga Pięciu Kręgów)
In the warzone marines shit tactically.
(Ray w "Generation Kill")
a postawa żołnierza - postawą na co dzień.
(Miyamoto Musashi, Księga Pięciu Kręgów)
In the warzone marines shit tactically.
(Ray w "Generation Kill")