Bästa texten!
Ja, vilken är eran favorit-screamo-låt, textmässigt(Behöver alltså inte vara eran favoritlåt, overall, kan vara en textrad i en låt som ni tycker om etc etc)? Band, namn på låt och gärna link till lyrics!:)
Själv tycker jag nog Suis La Lune - My mind is a birdcage eller Tigersuit samt det mesta från Die, Emperor, Die!, men det finns säkert fler som jag glömt.
Vad tycker ni?
Orchid
Lights Out
you are, you are, and you are...
and i am your warm body-
how bad does it hurt?
i feel nothing
but you breathe through me through you-
it passes through me-slides off like rain
breath through me, breathe through you, breathe
you bite my lip when we kiss-
-it bleeds and i fall in love-
you are, you are, you are, you are, and you are...
Yage
Ohne Form
Die Frage ist , ob du bist!?
Ob du bist? Ob du selber bist?
Schau dich im Spiegel an, hats du Freude dran?
Benutzt du deinen Kopf? Oder nur die Hülle die annimmt wo es lang geht.
Ein Blick auf die Gesellschaftsnorm, oft so leblos, riecht nach Chloroform...
So viele Wege eingekerbt, Persönlichkeiten geprägt, oder zerprägt?
Ein Stück hinaufklettern ist garnicht so schwer und schon versperrt der Tellerrand die Sicht nichtmehr!
Nicht kapiert, das es das innere ist worüber man sich definiert.
ist die Frage ob du all die Scheisse frisst, oder dir klarmachst was su vermisst.
Ein Stück hinaufklettern ist garnicht so schwer und schon versperrt der Tellerrand die Sicht nichtmehr!
Sinaloa
Words Through Wires
trouble came to early, this morning as i rose from bed without knowing it. hung up that receiver and it whispered words i had never heard. gasped as i touched it to the body. your voice was conveying something i would be too late to realize. and yes, trouble has surely come for us all this morning. yet, i made it through the day oblivious of the trouble to come. again by ear piece, slowly dialed numbers to reveal the fate of us all. my ears too blind, eyes so deaf - now numb through the entire thing. numb or in disbelief? receiver slides from fingers to the floor. used continuously as just a messenger to hear a reaction over and over that would never quit. silence and terror, gasps and sighs, sobs and screams, tears and silence once more.
Jag har nog ingen riktig favorit. Det finns band och låtar för alla humör.
Sweet, gillar särskilt den första:)
Sinaloa har ju en del gjutna texter. Min favorit med dom är My Hands Hold Fire.
if i love one breath too much, and hold it too close, i will die in its depth. if i hate new air in my lungs, and push it out enough, that, too, will bring death. if i go too far, the road will become my home. if i stay too long, the weeds will arrest my bones. so, i breathe in and out. when i stray, my heart holds my home. i resign myself to my doubts. i accept debts, while happy to loan. if my hand holds fire, i better put it to use. if my enemy has water, there is no time for a truce. my body would burn before it trickled down, and there are things to burn with the fire i found: the actors body, and the schools he founded; the tower prisons, and the ropes we're bound in. then, retire to the mountains alone, to look down on the fields. too old to help move the stones, but hoping things will heal.
Sen diggar jag verkligen Welcome the Plague Years texter, här här Craft Messenger (även like, världens bästa screamolåt)
filth of butchers. no sympathy to the cries of the living. all sad
eyes cry. march of death. as the human race waits in line. one by one
over the cliff as we perish in the cleansing. unknowing. they lay
there as an example of our selfishness. or everything beautiful a
flower died today. we failed the test as inhabitants. our ice age on
the clock. as they cry in our succession of destroying ourselves.
whats that? it's the sound of a billion people gasping as the last
tree ever is cut down. making room for our mega malls and feedlots. we
might destroy the one thing capable of maintaining our existence. the
richest man in the world will be the man who creates blacktop that can
produce oxygen. the fifty year countdown is upon us. the fifty year
countdown to our nonexistence. it's a wonder we have lasted this long.
Sista meningen där, så jävla bra.
Citat från s1gg3
http://www.emocore.se/?sida=forum&thread=13508
Eller?
vilken är eran favorit-screamo-låt, textmässigt
Näe.
Citat från s1gg3
http://www.emocore.se/?sida=forum&thread=13508
Eller?
Här är det bara screamotexter som det ska snackas om.
Citat från s1gg3
http://www.emocore.se/?sida=forum&thread=13508
Eller?
Den där ligger i Övrigt-forumet, jag var mest inne på endast screamolåtar :)
@Desastre: Indeed, riktigt bra avslut där! (På den andra texten du citerade)
Sinaloa är riktigt bra. Drawing in dirt borde ni lyssna på om ni inte redan ahr hört den!
Kå. Keep it going då!
Sinaloa
drawing in dirt
our leaders wear christianity like a policeman wears a badge, as a skill theyve learned, as an authority theyve been given. it is a definite set of values that they claim to adhere to, and a moral life they claim to be living. this christianity they use has lost the intent of its origins. this is not the religion of slaves; of hope to withstand hardship. it gains glory in global markets, and is the sound of sirens. these are creators of doom, misunderstanding the concept of god. they use god to serve them, and the altar has become a throne. the lions of old have not been tamed, but now the one called christian sends them out to gnaw on new bones. these christians read and recite, but tradition has removed the love from pages written in rapture. these are stealers of bread. these are murderers. those who allow their power, who usher in kings they, too, are stealers of bread. they, too, are murderers. so, what will we draw in the dirt? how do we find those to trust with sermons of the peoples work? when rome is renewed, where will the captured escape? what will bring an army to combat hate? they stole god, and kill in that name. they maim, and attempt to dictate worth. we do not see that a savior came. so our answers must come from the earth. our god will be our love for each other. our church made of our sisters and brothers.
explanation
much of the american populace and power structure is currently deriving a moral authority based on what they claim is christian tradition. this is dangerous because it is increasingly bringing religion into american politics and policy, but, moreover, it is largely hypocritical and self-serving. if you claim that life is precious, you can not send soldiers to murder innocent people, and drop bombs on children. if you claim that family needs to be preserved and sacred, you cannot disown your children for being homosexual. if you say that the last on earth will be first in heaven, why would you kill to stand at the front?
Taget från footfoot's (tror det var footfoot?) tråd med oinspelade Die, Emperor, Die!-texter:
There's nothing to be scared of
They say time will heal all wounds
Except for those made by all the time spent
Spent waiting
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Let's hope the next time it rains
It's from the sky and not from our eyes
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Spring days spent unfolding with secrets under a sky, with maybe just enough light to help us find our way.
The way she disappeared under the vanishing rows of streetlights - head up, singing to the night sky....
Synd att de inte har blivit inspelade bara.
Vackert.
Har aldrig fastnat för DED. Tycker musiken är kass och texterna är inga höjdare.
Texterna alone doesn't do it for me, men hur dom "används" ger mig gåshud ibland.
Här är ett exempel av en sån låt.
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it's so nice of me to drag you along
selected a memory of unbelievable fabric
inventing a whiplash switch to put you backed in a corner
is it worth waiting
for not enough
of everything
that i do not want
i gave you a part that i couldn't stand for you to play
red eyes; life size; tames my; any crime;
paint in lead for nothing
he ain't bred for ...
apt chops; form slop; tell the cops; what rocks;
made your bed for nothing
paint in lead for...
right side maybe
paint in lead for nothing
graffiti's not lazy?
time it ties to redden eyes goodbyes will fly and you'll make ice flow
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Like, omg this song
EDIT:
LOL ska kanske skriva vilken låt det är också
Sleepytime Trio - "30 Equals"
Jawbreaker
Parabola
I caught my eye in a swinging door.
I'd never seen that man before.
I saw myself in someone else and hated them ever since.
Some broken glass and a bleeding hand.
The mirror's down but I'm still standing.
Stand.
I know who I am.
EDIT: Måste hålla med om att det är hur texterna framförs som ibland gör det hela så bra.
Ha på dig långärmade tröjor i fortsättningen, kthx.
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