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Citat från Desastre
Har aldrig fastnat för DED. Tycker musiken är kass och texterna är inga höjdare.
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Artmachine Observation Tower - Raein tycker jag är ganska fin.
It is not just music for most of us.
A recollection of hope
And broken dreams
That can leave you
Filled with anger,
Grief, joy,
Frustration and love.
It flows from our heart,
Through our bleeding lungs,
To reach you deep inside,
To make you feel like we feel...
Alive.
Please tell me.
It doesn't make sense.
On my way back home.
When the fire's out.
When the light's go down
I'm left alone with what no one dares to beg.
After miles stretched and circumference
I'm left alone.
I hate this town...this fucking town.
Sever all ties to watch and pacify.
(But) December stars could never match your eyes.
Citat från footfoot
Please tell me.
It doesn't make sense.
On my way back home.
When the fire's out.
When the light's go down
I'm left alone with what no one dares to beg.
After miles stretched and circumference
I'm left alone.
I hate this town...this fucking town.
Sever all ties to watch and pacify.
(But) December stars could never match your eyes.
Edit: Oops, Die, Emperor, Die var det visst!
saetia - the burden of reflecting
Citat från ArvoisaMies
saetia - the burden of reflecting
Ska lyssna, dock gillar jag inte sångarens röst i Saetia, vet ej varför.
saetia är awesome ;)
lost gray pictures of my past stain greener pastures of my future
rememberance and recognition forces me to reconsider
I am seeking to regress and recreating what I've found
a new beginning torn away
I'm spiraling spiraling down
empty hands on the ends of these reaching arms need the touch of something real
year by year we seperate further
we are forgetting how to feel
for at the end of this long rope I hang in wait of fading echos
uncertainty haunts my everything
I look into tomorrow and I see nothing...
so tell me how it feels to be me
I've lost so much I cannot recall my identity
I would die for yesterday not caring where I need to go
reshape relationships back into what I used to know
tomorrow is so far and I no longer want to find a replacement for all these pictures that are lost in my mind
Citat från ptr
Citat från ArvoisaMies
saetia - the burden of reflecting
Ska lyssna, dock gillar jag inte sångarens röst i Saetia, vet ej varför.
Sist jag hörde Saetia så gillade jag inte heller rösten. Får pröva igen. Lärde mig ju att gilla Orchid :)
Räknas även emo?
Citat från dominobricka
Sist jag hörde Saetia så gillade jag inte heller rösten. Får pröva igen. Lärde mig ju att gilla Orchid :)
Billy Werner har väldigt speciel röst haha.
Jag var också tvungen att lära mig gilla dem.
"My genes didn't bless me with the foresight of a sage but I know how this will end, in apologies and ink on the page."
Circle Takes the Square - Crow Quill
"You walk through the door of trust to never come again
But you will stay in my memory like a bird in a cage
You will never be released from my mind."
Suis la Lune - My mind is a birdcage
Then...
I Would Set Mysel On Fire or You - So This Is Our Home.
we cant keep ourselves still
our minds are so far away, from here.
as we dig our toes in the sand, and our bodies touch the cold sea.
see, thats when we say 'this is our home',
so take those family portraits off the walls.
cause thats not who we are.
we know there aint no one coming forth to carry us home.
together, we will walk these roads,
to hell with your streets of gold.
they're no longer real to me
Angry Son - Indian Summer
...in the stone heart of an angry son, an angry son who has done his swallowing, his memories are bitten pills, so many bitten pills that he as collected...
...the broken ground he now moves on, this ground so unsettled, so endlessly unsettled...
...on the way to the sunken earth, and still he moves on
this is earth... ...has moved on and collected, settled to his own liking, and still he moves on
a voice in the back of his head reminding him that this is stolen, that this is not his
all these moments, all these precious time spent moments in gravity
all this anxious waiting, all this time spent waiting.
all this pain that you know, all this ....?... , all this pain that you will ever know
in waking hours, time spent in this moment
though he is living, silently in moments, and forgiving relevance... it is in his heart he is holding and calling behind sadness of empty fields. it is in these moments of time well spent...in these moments of gravity, this time well spent, a look to heaven, sighing tears of angel's and a night sky...
racing, racing (?), yelling softly, this is the moment, this is the moment,a look to heaven, sighing tears of angel's and a night sky, this is the moment
holding moments and forgiving relevance...it is in his heart he is holding and calling behind sadness of empty fields. it is in these moments of time well spent...in these moments of gravity, this time well spent, a look to heaven, sighing tears of angel's and a night sky...
Condorcet - Eight
this is pure, this is more cerebral
less on the process, more of the
outcome
life does not fit neatly within this constructed dichotomy
it's more
complicated, wider reaching
it's not about making people rich, why can't you
see that
i've screamed myself hoarse, obviously this is beyond your grasp
but
i'll continue to scream despite it all
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