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my own way - Pennywise
I got my way of life Then I won't back down or apologize for things I cannot change Guess I gotta do things my own way and I don't give a damn If you got a problem with who I am cause I don't give a fuck You wanna change me, you're outta luck and I don't know if I I could never ever change and I don't think that I I would want to anyway and I don't care if I Never live to see the day, we can't compromise I'm doing things my own way It's so hard to believe That we can see the world so differently and we don't realize Cause we can't see the world through each other's eyes, we'll never understand And I don't think that anybody can, I won't change anyway Cause I'm just stubborn, stuck in our ways and I don't know if I And I could never ever change and I don't think that I And I would want to anyway and I don't care if I Never live to see the day, we can't compromise I'm doing things my own way I don't care, I don't know [x2] And I don't care if you never see the world like I do [x4] temaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazo  http://es.youtube.com/user/88gregk mi canal |
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06-27-2008, 02:59 AM
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And Then There Was Silence - Blind Guardian
Turn your head and see the fields of flames He carries along From a distant place He's on his way He'll bring decay (Don't move along 'Cause things they will go wrong The end is getting closer day by day) In shades of grey We're doomed to face the night Light's out of sight Since we've reached the point of no return We pray for starlight we wait for the moon The sky is empty Alone in the unknown We're getting nowhere We have been betrayed By the wind and rain The sacred hall's empty and cold The sacrifice made Should not be done in vain Revenge will be taken by Rome We live a lie Under the dying moon Pale-faced laughs doom Indulges in delight It's getting out of hand The final curtain will fall Hear my voice There is no choice There's no way out You'll find out We don't regret it So many men have failed But now he's gone Go out and get it The madman's head it Shall be thyne We don't regret it That someone else dies hidden in disguise Go out and get it Orion's hound shines bright Don't you think it's time to stop the chase Around the ring Just stop running running Round the ring Don't you know that fate has been decided by the gods Feel the distance, distance Out of reach Welcome to the end Watch your step, Cassandra You may fall As I've stumbled on the field Sister mine Death's a certain thing Find myself in darkest places Find myself drifting away And the other world The other world appears Find myself she dies in vain I cannot be freed I'm falling down As time runs faster Moves towards disaster The ferryman will wait for you My dear And then there was silence Just a voice from other world Like a leaf in an icy world Memories will fade Misty tales and poems lost All the bliss and beauty will be gone Will my weary soul find release for a while At the moment of death I will smile It's the triumph of shame and disease In the end Iliad Raise my hands and praise the day Break the spell show me the way In decay The flame of Troy will shine bright The newborn child will carry ruin to the hall The newborn's death would be a blessing to us all Good choice? 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Out of there You've chosen misery Power and wisdom You deny Bad choice War is the only answer When love will conquer fear So the judgement's been made to the fairest The graceful says badly he fails Warning Fear the heat of passion, father king Don't let him in Don't let her in Desire, lust, obsession Death they'll bring We can't get out Once they are in She's like the sunrise Outshines the moon at night Precious like starlight She will bring in a murderous price In darkness grows the seed of man's defeat Jealousy I can clearly see the end now I can clearly see the end now I can clearly see the end now The thread of life is spun The coin's been placed below my tongue Never give up Never give in Be on our side So we can win Never give up Never give in Be on our side Old moon's time is soon to come Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide Nothing to lose Like one we'll stand We'll face the storm Created by a man Roar roar roar roar Troy Troy Troy Troy And as the lion Slaughters man I am the wolf And you're the lamb Hallowed Troy will fall Round the walls Faith is shattered bodies fall Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide Nothing to lose Like one we'll stand It's all for one and one for all We live for will be wiped out I feel that something's wrong Surprise, surprise they're gone Full moon your time goes by And new moon's still kept our of sight We live we die Misty tales and poems lost All the bliss and beauty will be gone Will my weary soul find release for a while At the moment of death I will smile It's the triumph of shame and disease In the end Iliad Raise my hands and praise the day Break the spell show me the way In decay The flame of Troy will shine bright Roam in darkness Spread the vision We will be lost if you truly believe Troy in darkness There's a cold emptiness in our hearts That they've gone away And won't come back They'll tear down the wall to bring it in They'll truly believe in the lie, lie, lie With blossoms they'll welcome The old foe The vision's so clear When day and dream unite The end is near You better be prepared The nightmare shall be over now There's nothing more to fear Come join in our singing And dance with us now The nightmare shall be over now There's nothing more to fear The war it is over forevermore No hope The blind leads the blind Carry on Though future's denied Mare or stallion There's far more inside We are in at the kill we'll cheerfully die Misty tales and poems lost All the bliss and beauty will be gone Will my weary soul find release for a while At the moment of death I will smile It's the triumph of shame and disease In the end Iliad Raise my hands and praise the day Break the spell show me the way In decay The flame of Troy will shine bright Holy light shines on So the judgement's been made We're condemned though the trial's far ahead The crack of doom Father Your handsome son is heading home Heading home Still the wind blows Calm and silent Carries news from a distant shore Out of mind Can't get it Can't get it Out of me head Sorrow and defeat EDIT: Hay 11 temas en el disco. Este es el primero.
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06-27-2008, 03:02 AM
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Join Date: Mar 2007
Location: En tu cabeza, torturándote hasta la eternidad.
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O_O ¿dura 20min el tema? que pedazo de letra.
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06-27-2008, 03:10 AM
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 Me gustan los temas largos porque mantienen continuidad en la historia... Cuando estás tranquilo para leer la letra es como escuchar un cuento corto, uno de los que nunca te aburre Quote:
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06-27-2008, 04:00 AM
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Join Date: Aug 2007
Location: R'lyeh, bajo el lago del Parque de Mendoza.
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Ya que estamos con temas eternos...
Yes - The gates of delirium (el nombre te dice todo) La la, la la la la la la La la la la la la la, la la la. Stand and fight we do consider Reminded of an inner pact between us Thats seen as we go And ride there In motion To fields in debts of honour defending Stand the marchers soaring talons Peaceful lives will not deliver freedom Fighting we know, Destroy oppression The point to reaction As leaders look to you attacking Choose and renounce throwing chains to the floor Kill or be killing faster sins correct the flow Casting giant shadows off vast Penetrating force To alter via the war that seen As frictions spans the spirits wrath ascending to redeem Wars that shout in screams of anguish Power spent passion bespoils our soul receiver Surely we know. In glory we rise to offer, Create our freedom, a word, we utter a word. Words cause our banner, victorious our day Will silence be promised as violence display The curse increased we fight the powr and live by it by day Our gods awake in thunderous roars and guide The leaders hands in paths of glory to the cause Listen should we fight forever Knowing as we do know Fear destroys? Listen should we leave our children? Listen our lives stare in silence Help us now Listen your friends have been broken They tell us of your poison Now we know Kill them give them as they give us Slay them burn their childrens laughter On to hell The fist will run Grasp metal to gun The spirit sings in crashing tones we gain the battle drum Our cries will shrill the air will moan and crash into the dawn The pen wont stay the demons wings, the hour approaches Pounding out the devils sermon Soon oh soon the light Pass within and soothe this endless night And wait here for you Our reason to be here Soon oh soon the time All we move to gain will reach and calm Our heart is open Our reason to be here Long ago, set into rhyme Soon oh soon the light Ours to shape for all time, ours the right The sun will lead us Our reason to be here Soon oh soon the light Ours to shape for all time, ours the right The sun will lead us Our reason to be here 23 minutos de el más sublime surrealismo. GENIAL!!
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LoneSword - El Peor Clan de RegnuM "El enemigo anónimo es un halago. No sólo le importa lo suficiente para odiarlo a uno, sino que por algún motivo no puede dar su nombre. Es un motivo de alegría, camarada." (MalditoLobo)
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06-27-2008, 04:03 AM
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Ahora me pongo con Alan Parsons
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06-27-2008, 04:04 AM
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Me acordé que tengo algo mejor y más largo... Un tema de 45 minutos.
Jethro Tull - Thick As A Brick Really don't mind if you sit this one out. My words but a whisper -- your deafness a SHOUT. I may make you feel but I can't make you think. Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink. So you ride yourselves over the fields and you make all your animal deals and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick. And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction the moral melee. The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way. But your new shoes are worn at the heels and your suntan does rapidly peel and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick. And the love that I feel is so far away: I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you shake your head and say it's a shame. Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth. Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth. Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song. See there! A son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight. There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night. We'll make a man of him put him to trade teach him to play Monopoly and to sing in the rain. The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water -- as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea. The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other -- as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed. The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling -- but the master of the house is far away. The horses stamping -- their warm breath clouding in the sharp and frosty morning of the day. And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword. And the youngest of the family is moving with authority. Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside. The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea: the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need. The young men of the household have all gone into service and are not to be expected for a year. The innocent young master -- thoughts moving ever faster -- has formed the plan to change the man he seems. And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword. And the oldest of the family is moving with authority. Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run. What do you do when the old man's gone -- do you want to be him? And your real self sings the song. Do you want to free him? No one to help you get up steam -- and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam. LATER. I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways. My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed. So come on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man -- twenty years too late. Your bread and water's going cold. Your hair is too short and neat. I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me. You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone -- you meet the stares. You're unaware that your doings aren't done. And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be. But how are we supposed to see where we should run? I see you shuffle in the courtroom with your rings upon your fingers and your downy little sidies and your silver-buckle shoes. Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol who lets you bend the rules. So! Come on ye childhood heroes! Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books your super crooks and show us all the way. Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you? Join your local government. We'll have Superman for president let Robin save the day. You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time. The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line. And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are -- and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars. And you wonder who to call on. So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday? And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though? They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual. LATER. See there! A man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace. There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease. We'll take the child from him put it to the test teach it to be a wise man how to fool the rest. QUOTE We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional God is an overwhelming responsibility we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons cats are on the upgrade upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac. LATER In the clear white circles of morning wonder, I take my place with the lord of the hills. And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows) sporting canvas frills. With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention, while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen. Saying -- how's your granny and good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win. The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled in the seagull's call. And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall. The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun, and signal for the crack of dawn. Light the sun. Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun. Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one. Do you believe in the day? The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant with the day, wise men endorse the poet's sight. Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day! Let me tell you the tales of your life of your love and the cut of the knife the tireless oppression the wisdom instilled the desire to kill or be killed. Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by. The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool toasts his god in the sky. So come all ye young men who are building castles! Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus. Mark the precise nature of your fear. Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed with the blood of the fools and the thoughts of the wise and from the pan under your bed. Let me make you a present of song as the wise man breaks wind and is gone while the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and the nursery rhyme winds along. So! Come all ye young men who are building castles! Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus. Mark the precise nature of your fear. See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you and the hour of judgement draweth near. Would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour or the wiser man who rushes clear. So! Come on ye childhood heroes! Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books your super-crooks and show us all the way. Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you? Join your local government. We'll have Superman for president let Robin save the day. So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday? And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through? They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual. OF COURSE So you ride yourselves over the fields and you make all your animal deals and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
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LoneSword - El Peor Clan de RegnuM "El enemigo anónimo es un halago. No sólo le importa lo suficiente para odiarlo a uno, sino que por algún motivo no puede dar su nombre. Es un motivo de alegría, camarada." (MalditoLobo)
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06-27-2008, 04:08 AM
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Join Date: Jun 2007
Location: Medenet, Ignis.
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Ilusos...Ozan desafiar a Devill Doll?
Este tema dura 66 min 6 secs (notese ese detalle) ESCUCHENLO The Girl who was...death Don't trust him When he turns his back He looks at you Don't trust him When his eyes are closed: He still looks at you I fled, I fled Devouring the space But the shapeless bulk Was chasing me -enraged- Breathing my footsteps Unsated with killing me Slowly Nailing my incandescent thoughts Along the border Of insanity In a place where A procession of fleshly numbers Slides incessantly Into the ironic waters Of the cosmos Seeking to remember The sense Of the impossible word: Escape "Who are you looking for? What are you looking at?" A light? "a star" A boat? "an insect" A plane? "a flying fish" "I'm looking at somebody Who belongs to my world" "This is your world I am your only world" I can't remember When the fog - unravelling The real and inexplicable Contradictions That crowd together The human brain lobes - Imprisoned me In the spider's web Of the one who touches The minds of the mad Curbing and churning The confetti of their thoughts "Without corpses There's no war And without war There's no victory My dear!" I will not be pushed Filed, stamped Inedxed Briefed, debriefed Or numbered! - Nightmare - Welcome, my freind! Here whole generations Of ghosts Have raised Their eyes and wings Each morning To unbounded space With the innocent joy Of crysalids Greeting Their final metamorphosis And in the evening They're dead and dropping Like lifeless flowers Swayed by the plaintive Whistling of the wind You must learn, we are all pawns On this hopeless chessboard; Your move! "Maybe you don't know my face But well you know my name - My name is death" Dressed in white, smiling The girl who was death And loved me so much Desiring to bring me back to her The only way out To no purpose "Why are they trying To kill me?" "Because they don't know You are already Dead!" Face to face Shut up In the cage of time The man and I Joined by fate In the degree absolute The challange Without return match Where the price to one is: Living And pain to the other is: Not dying! The mask! The mask! I must take off His mask! Now! Now! But just as victory Seems finally To favour me Aand the unknown Persecutor appears - Frame after frame - In a slow instantaneous Electric shock Here is my contorted face To reveal, sneering The final dramatic Deceit When victim and hangman Exchange roles The triumphant freedom Of a thousand dreams Evaporates In the reality Of a new incubus - Once again - Made of Smiles, masks, lifeless confetti Be seeing you! Wandering through the catacombs of life Desperately I plunge into the whirl Wandering through the catacombs of life Slowly I fall into the whirl of - Hell - Para mas informacion: http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Girl_Who_Was..._Death
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06-27-2008, 04:17 AM
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Bueno, me ganaron.
Blind Guardian - Lammoth 0:28 Blind Guardian - The steadfast 0:21 Tarja Turunen - Ite, Missa Est 0:27 Joe Hisaishi - Kurenai No Buta - kyouki ~ hishou Está basado en un tango, según los rumores.
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06-27-2008, 04:40 AM
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Join Date: Aug 2007
Location: R'lyeh, bajo el lago del Parque de Mendoza.
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De hehco, el tema más largo (restando las boludeces como ese tema generado por computadora que lleva 7 años tocándose, o la nota de 6 años para órgano del alemán ese), es uno de una banda llamada Book Oven, que no conoce ni Jesús mismo. El tema dura unos 240 minutos.
Por cierto, de dónde sacaste eso de Devil Doll? Es una de las mejores cosas que he escuchado en mi vida!! 
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LoneSword - El Peor Clan de RegnuM "El enemigo anónimo es un halago. No sólo le importa lo suficiente para odiarlo a uno, sino que por algún motivo no puede dar su nombre. Es un motivo de alegría, camarada." (MalditoLobo)
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