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Imagine ( John Lennon)
Imagine there´s no heaven,
It´s easy if you try,
No hell below us,
Above us only sky,
Imagine all the people
living for today...

Imagine there´s no countries,
It isnt hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,
Imagine all the people
living life in peace...

Imagine no possesions,
I wonder if you can,
No need for greed or hunger,
A brotherhood of man,
imane all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say Im a dreamer,
but Im not the only one,
I hope some day you´ll join us,
And the world will live as one.

HYSTERIA muse

It´s bugging me, grating me
And twisting me around
Yeah I´m endlessly caving in
And turning inside out

´Cause I want it now
I want it now
Give me your heart and soul
And I´m breaking out
I´m breaking out
Last chance to lose control

It´s holding me, morphing me
And forcing me to strive
To be endlessly cold within
And dreaming I´m alive

´Cause I want it now
I want it now
Give me your heart and soul
And I´m not breaking down
I´m breaking out
Last chance to lose control

And I want you now
I want you now
I´ll feel my heart implode
And I´m breaking out
Escaping now
Feeling my faith erode

She Is My Sin-NIGHTWISH
Take heed, dear heart
Once apart, she can touch nor me nor you
Dressed as one
A wolf will betray a lamb

Lead astray the gazers
The razors on your seducing skin
In the meadow of sinful thoughts
Every flower`s perfect

To paradise with pleasure haunted by fear

A sin for him
Desire within
A burning veil
For the bride too dear for him
A sin for him
Desire within
Fall in love with your deep dark sin

I am the Fallen
You are what my sins enclose
Lust is not as creative
As its discovery

To paradise with pleasure haunted by fear

A sin for him...

Bless me, undress me
Pick your prey in a wicked way
God I must confess...
. ..I do envy the sinners

J´adore ce groupe.;)

Phobophile

Lyrics by Lord Worm
Cryptopsy - None So Vile - 1996

In the kitchen
With a screaming triple amputee;
It´s complection depends soley
On my needs.
Said amputee stumps
Are my way of saying;
" Thank you just for being you."
It´s fear tastes better than it´s limbs.

Terror of mortality,
I draw from the slowly dying damned
Monsters live behind my eyes;
I let them out and people die.
And all the grave worms
That come for their piece of meat?
I give them dead things..
The wretched living are mine alone

Fright mounts with the body count
To which anthropomancy predicts a decline
In all of God´s creation,
Can there be a lifestyle that´s better than this?

I mark my territory
With their blood and excritement
And adipocere...
I can find my way in the dark;
My fulfilment is habitually necromanic
And anal abusive..
Seen through the eyes of a mortician

They´ve " caught" me, as they call it;
My teeth and my semen have betrayed me..
Nevermore!
Tests to gauge my rationale,
The likes of which these feeble minds have
Never seen.

Rorschach blotters,
My responses to which inspire fear...
From my lizard side,
The amoral alien speaks;
" These aren´t butterflies,
I see a face I´d like to burn."

Obfuscation
Of the authorities with lies,
And my natur
Alability to charm and be me,
Or whoever they want;
I´ve known all minds by divine right.

vous avez devinés.

• • **********Yellowcard - Everiwhere*************

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Turn it inside out so I can see
The part of you that´s drifting over me
And when I wake you´re never there
But when I sleep you´re everywhere
You´re everywhere

Just tell me how I got this far
Just tell me why you´re here and who you are
Cause every time I look you´re never there
And every time I sleep you´re always there

Cause you´re everywhere to me
And when I close my eyes it´s you I see
You´re everything I know that makes me believe
I´m not alone
I´m not alone

I recognize the way you make me feel
It´s hard to think that you might not be real
I sense it now, the water´s getting deep
I try to wash the pain away from me
Away from me

Cause you´re everywhere to me
And when I close my eyes it´s you I see
You´re everything I know that makes me believe
I´m not alone
I´m not alone

And when I touch your hand
It´s then I understand
The beauty that´s within
It´s now that we begin
You always light my way
I hope there never comes a day
No matter where I go
I always feel you so

Cause you´re everywhere to me
And when I close my eyes it´s you I see
You´re everything I know that makes me believe
I´m not alone
Cause you´re everywhere to me
And when I catch my breath it´s you I breathe
You´re everything I know that makes me believe
I´m not alone

You´re in everyone I see
So tell me
Do you see me?

Guerilla Radio ( Rage Againt The Machine)

Transmission third world war third round
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
No shelter if you´re looking for shade
I lick shots at the brutal charade
As the polls close like a casket
On truth devoured
Silent play in the shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The cameras eyes on choice disguised
Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil ?
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil ?
Yes a spectacle monopolized
They hold the reins, stole your eyes
All the fistagons the bullets and bombs
Who stuff the banks
Who staff the party ranks
More for Gore or the son of a drug lord
None of the above fuck it cut the cord

Lights out
Guerilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out
Guerilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out
Guerilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out
Guerilla radio

Contact I highjacked the frequencies
Blockin the beltway
Move on DC
Way past the days of bombin MCs
Sound off Mumia guan be free
Who gottem yo check the federal file
All you pen devils know the trial was vile
Army of pigs try to silence my style
Off em all out that box its my radio dial

Lights out
Guerilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out
Guerilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out
Guerilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out
Guerilla radio
Turn that shit up

It has to start somewhere
It has to start sometime
What better place than here
What better time than now

All hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us now

I cum blood ( Cannibal Corpse)

Swollen with liquid
Ready to burst
A load of my lymph
Will quench this dead body’s thirst
One month in the grave
Twisted and half decayed
She turned a putrid yellow
I pissed in her maggot filled asshole
Fucking the rotting
My semen is bleeding
The smell of decay
Seeps from her genital cavity
The smell of decay
Seeps from her geniral cavity
The smell was unbearable as I unburied her
I cum blood from my erection
I feel it run
Down her throat, swallow
Eyes glassy and vacant
Body dug up to play with
Skin Greasy and naked
Tonguing her rotted anus
I need a live woman
To fill with my fluid
A delicate girl, to mutilate, fuck and kill
Her body exeptional
She thougt I was normal
But I wanted more
I came blood inside of her
Choking on the clot
Gagging on the snot
Gushing blood from her mouth
Bloody gel leaking out
Body buried in a shallow grave
Unmarked for none to find
The sicknes I have left behind
Undetected go my crimes
The greatest thrill of my life
Violent, climax Serping serum on my skin
Back from dead
I am resurected to spew, putrefaction

SICK SYSTEM - NASUM

SICK - system built on suffering
SICK - system built on pain
it´s a bullet in the head of every happy boy and girl

c court, mais je retiens pas tout des lyrics.

AGORAPHOBIC NOSEBLEED - BITCH´S HANDBAG FULL OF MONEY !

youre real gay about pussy.
your bitch has got you looking in a magazine for clothes.
homo. all im buying a bitch is a bag of shit to choke on.
you better get that bitch to suck you - you queer trick,
you rogue spear, you bitchs handbag full of money.
shes in your wallet all the way up to the elbow.

NASUM - FATAL SEARCH

Millions of human lives to sacrifice
They were born to die now they´re dead at last
Millions of human lives to sacrifice
Born to die...

Wished for death all their lives
Searching for truth on the other side
Darkened souls to purify
Dead and buried...

Millions of human lives to sacrifice
They were born to die now they´re dead at last
Millions of human lives to sacrifice
Born to die...

NASUM - VIOLATION

Go ahead; serve the violation
Take a part, of the exploitation

It feels so good, to profit from death
It feels so good, their skin and flesh

Blood flow, cash flow
Welcome to a r.o.t.t.e.n show
- Experience the brutality

Violate, vile hate
Your actions are hard to contemplate
- Breeding the mortality

Violate, the innocent
Money earned, lives are spent

NEW MODEL ARMY - VENGEANCE
( Justin Sullivan - 1983)

Escaped the net in ´45, hiding out in South America
Protected by money and powerful friends
Hoping the world has forgotten by now
All the things that you did in the Nazi Death camps
The people that you tortured and killed
You can live you life in expectant fear
Sure some day you´ll be made to pay

Ch: I believe in justice
I believe in vengeance
I believe in getting the bastard

Man walks over dressed in flashy clothes
With an empty heart and a head full of money
Puts his arm around the lad of fifteen years
Talks sort of close like a long-lost brother
" It´s really cool, all the pop stars do
If you don´t try a little you´d really be a fool
Tell you what I´ll do, I´ll make the first one free
And when you want some more just come back to me"

[Alternative version of second verse:]
Loading up the barrels at the warehouse gates
Men in overalls on double rates
Put the stuff in the river and away for a beer
Don´t worry too much, they don´t live around here
And the poison seeps into every pore
Every child´s eyes, every innocent´s sore
Everybody knows behind the closed doors
Kick down the doors, kick down the doors

Ch: I believe in justice
I believe in vengeance
I believe in getting the bastard

Top-dog fascist gets the boys in the corner
Plants poison where there was just confusion
Walks away scot-free and laughing
Rides on the tide as the cancer grows
And the business man on corruption charges
With millions of dollars in dirty money
Gets a thousand pound fine after months in court
While the lawyers get fat and the law gets bought

Ch: I believe in justice
I believe in vengeance
I believe in getting the bastard

BURNING SPEAR - MEK ME DWEEK - 1990

MY ROOTS
 
 
MY ROOTS I´LL NEVER FORGET,
I´LL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE ROAD I TRAVEL.
MY ROOTS I´LL NEVER FORGET,
I´LL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE ROAD I TRAVEL.
I´VE TRAVELED ALL OVER, THRU THE WORKS OF JAH, JAH.
ONE THING I KNOW FOR SURE. MY ROOTS I´LL NEVER FORGET,
I´LL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE ROAD I TRAVEL.
MY ROOTS I´LL NEVER FORGET,
I´LL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE ROAD I TRAVEL.
 
EUROPE I TRAVEL.
ENGLAND I TRAVEL,
AMERICA I TRAVEL. I TRAVEL, I TRAVEL.
MY ROOTS I´LL NEVER FORGET,
I´LL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE ROAD I TRAVEL.
MY ROOTS I´LL NEVER FORGET,
I´LL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE ROAD I TRAVEL.
 
HOW CAN I FORGET MY ROOTS. HOW CAN I?
HOW CAN I FORGET MY ROOTS, HOW CAN I?
MY ROOTS, MY ROOTS, MY ROOTS, MY ROOTS.
MY ROOTS I´LL NEVER FORGET,
I´LL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE ROAD I TRAVEL.
MY ROOTS I´LL NEVER FORGET,
I´LL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE ROAD I TRAVEL.
 
I´VE BEEN ALL OVER THRU THE WORKS OF JAH, JAH.
ONE THING I KNOW FOR SURE,
MY ROOTS I´LL NEVER FORGET
I´LL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE ROAD I TRAVEL
MY ROOTS I´LL NEVER FORGET,
I´LL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE ROAD I TRAVEL.
OH, MY ROOTS. MY HISTORY, TALK ABOUT MY CULTURE,
OH YES MY PEOPLE.
MY ROOTS I´LL NEVER FORGET,
I´LL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE ROAD I TRAVEL.
MY ROOTS I´LL NEVER FORGET,
I´LL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE ROAD I TRAVEL.
MY ROOTS I´LL NEVER FORGET,
I´LL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE ROAD I TRAVEL.
MY ROOTS, JAH ROOTS, GOOD ROOTS, STRONG ROOTS.
I TRAVEL, I TRAVEL, I TRAVEL, I TRAVEL.
MY ROOTS I´LL NEVER FORGET,
I´LL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE ROAD I TRAVEL.
I REMEMBER MY ROOTS. MY ROOTS.
I´LL NEVER FORGET. MY ROOTS.

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dsl pour les MAJ....

aaaarghl, quel hideux smiley !
au fait, lisez-vous les post des autres ?
ou vs foutez seulement vos lyrics en ésperantc que quelqu´un les lise ?

ben moi je lis que ceux que je connais....

cad pas bcp-

Les Musclés
Merguez party

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La petite Ginette a préparé les nappes au bord de l´eau
Le grand René a servi l´apéro
On a même sorti la mémé, on l´a bien installé
La tête à l´ombre sous un palmier
Cet après-midi on a coupé du bois dans la forêt
Il reste plus maintenant qu´à l´allumer
C´est que le grand air, ça fait du bien
Mais ça donne des petites faims
Voilà le grand moment enfin

C´est la Merguez, Merguez Party !
Tant qu´y a de la braise, c´est pas fini
Mets toi à l´aise, sors de ton lit
Viens faire la fête toute la nuit

Reste pas seul dans ton coin,
Viens boire un petit coup,
Ce soir avec nous... ouh... ouh...
Tes soucis sont bien loin
Et vive la France, l´été en vacances

C´est les filles qui ont commencé les premières à danser
On ne pouvait pas les laisser tomber
Et comme y commençait à faire un tout petit peu frais
On les a vite réchauffées

C´est la Merguez, Merguez Party !
Tant qu´y a de la braise, c´est pas fini
Mets toi à l´aise, sors de ton lit
Viens faire la fête toute la nuit

Reste pas seul dans ton coin,
Viens boire un petit coup,
Ce soir avec nous... ouh... ouh...
Tes soucis sont bien loin
Et vive la France, l´été en vacances

Tralala ouh ouh, tralala ouh ouh...

On a dansé jusqu´au matin
On s´est bien amusé
Y a même des filles qui nous ont embrassé
Il paraît même que la mémé est allé se coucher
Sous la tente du grand René

C´est la Merguez, Merguez Party !
Tant qu´y a de la braise, c´est pas fini
Mets toi à l´aise, sors de ton lit
Viens faire la fête toute la nuit

Reste pas seul dans ton coin,
Viens boire un petit coup,
Ce soir avec nous... ouh... ouh...
Tes soucis sont bien loin
Et vive la France, l´été en vacances

C´est la Merguez, Merguez Party !
Tant qu´y a de la braise, c´est pas fini
Mets toi à l´aise, sors de ton lit
Viens faire la fête toute la nuit

C´est la Merguez, Merguez Party !
Tant qu´y a de la braise, c´est pas fini
Mets toi à l´aise, sors de ton lit
Viens faire la fête toute la nuit

C´est la Merguez, Merguez Party...

. .. désolé . ..

Agoraphobic Nosebleed,11 titres tirés d´Altered States of America:

The First Day of Sodom: Pussy Hair Prayer Rug

Trading pussy heaven
up for Immaculate Conception.

The Second Day of Sodom: Distortion in Eden

Ass of man tempts Eve.

The Third Day of Sodom: Serpent of the Gay Pride Rainbow

Eve grows huge dick and fucks snake.

The Fourth Day of Sodom: Snaking Adams Black Apple

Snake coils around a piece of shit stuck in
the colon of an old roman.

The Fifth Day of Sodom: Like a Cretin on Christmas Eve

Blackbeard the Santa tosses the old
roman a Greek salad.

The Sixth Day of Sodom: Boston Hardcore Caligula

Ass jocks suck off Boston hardcore.

The Seventh Day of Sodom: Fantasizing Hydrahead

Boston hardcore closes its unsigned eyes
and pretends it´s Aaron and Mark
sucking their fucking dicks.

The Eighth Day of Sodom: Lamb of the Rotisserie God

Sodomite warms the ass of cooked lamb.

The Ninth Day of Sodom: Holiday Bowl Full of Asshole

Lamb chop placed across the ass crack of
the sweet Virgin Mary.

The Tenth Day of Sodom: Enter the House of Feasting

Banquet in the honor of sweet Mary
mother of god´s garnered virgin rump.

The Eleventh Day of Sodom: Passing Blunts and Cunts at Relapse

We all take a turn,
Matt Jacobson blows a peanut.

Agoraphobic Nosebleed: le seul groupe dont les titres des chansons sont plus longs que les paroles.

breackneck-flichtenbloden !
t´as pas vu cenotaph !

THE CURE - ONE HUNDRED YEARS
( Robert Smith 1982)

It doesn´t matter if we all die
Ambition in the back of a black car
In a high building there is so much to do
Going home time
A story on the radio...

Something small falls out of your mouth
And we laugh
A prayer for something better
A prayer
For something better
Please love me
Meet my mother...
But the fear takes hold
Creeping up the stairs in the dark
Waiting for the death blow

Stroking your hair as the patriots are shot
Fighting for freedom on the television
Sharing the world with slaughtered pigs
Have we got everything?
She struggles to get away...

The pain
And the creeping feeling
A little black haired girl
Waiting for Saturday
The death of her father pushing her
Pushing her white face into the mirror
Aching inside me
And turn me round
Just like the old days
Just like the old days

Caressing an old man
And painting a lifeless face
Just a piece of new meat in a clean room
The soldiers close in under a yellow moon
All shadows and deliverance
Under a black flag
A hundred years of blood
Crimson
The ribbon tightens round my throat
I open my mouth
And my head bursts open
A sound like a tiger thrashing in the water
Thrashing in the water
Over and over
We die one after the other
Over and over
We die one after the other after the other...

It feels like a hundred years
One hundred years...

" Isabelle a les yeux bleux " des Inconnus
Isabelle a les yeux bleus
Isabelle a les yeux bleus
Isabelle a les yeux bleus
Bleus les yeux Isabelle a

Soudain quand elle est partie
J´ai vu qu´elle n´était plus là
Et comme elle n´était plus là
J´me suis dit elle est partie

Dans la nuit noire
Dans la nuit noire et obscure
Obscure et sombre
Qu´Isabelle s´est cognée contre les murs
Les murs

Isabelle a les yeux bleus
Isabelle a les yeux bleus
Isabelle a les yeux bleus
Bleus les yeux Isabelle a

Y a plus d´espoir
Dans la nuit noire
Sur le quai de la gare
Dans le brouillard
Il faisait un froid de canard
Heu les mecs j´ai plus de rimes en ar
C´est pas grave on continue la chanson
Chanson
Isabelle a les yeux bleus
Isabelle a les yeux bleus
Bleus les yeux Isabelle a
Isa bleus belle a les yeux

Ho le solo de guitare
Ho monstrueux
Ho merde merde attends j´comprends pas là

Les mecs si on faisait un plan en anglais
On va conquir l´europe

Isabelle has the blue eyes
Isabelle has the blue eyes
Isabelle eyes blue
Blue eyes Isabelle est naze

C´était trop tard quand j´ai su qu´elle me quittait
Qu´elle nous quittait je l´ai su oui
Que oui que très très tard tard tard

Isabelle a les yeux bleus
Isabelle a les yeux bleus
Isabelle a les yeux bleus
Bleus les yeux Isabelle a

Isabelle lorsque je t´ai rencontrée pour la première fois
t´avais les yeux bleus
Et lorsque tu m´as quitté
Tu avais toujours les yeux bleus

Heu, c´est normal

Sur le quai de la gare
J´ai voulu la rattraper
C´était trop tard
Son avion venait juste de décoller
Coller

Ho! Les mecs, je viens de trouver
un accord à la guitare
complètement monstrueux
Vas-y vas-y
Ecoutez
Monstrueux monstrueux
Tu vois c´est pas compliqué
Tu vois tu mets le doigt là tu vois
Et après tu fais comme ça
Regarde c´est monstrueux
Ouais ouais ouais ouais
C´est complètement d´enfer
L´éclate totale tu vois
Ha je vais vous dire les mecs
Ca va être monstrueux

Forbidden Site: Cathedra-Engels Lied

Un Ange à l´aile oblongue se penche
et fausse maladresse au gré d´une féconde
ivresse laisse tomber trois plumes blanches
au hasard des saisons.
L´automne est favorable à la mélancolie
lui a-t-on dit peut-être et de là verra-t-on
naître d´un caniveau près d´un reflet de lune
encore humide et chaud de la plume un poète.

L´autre plume acérée tomba comme une lame
au flanc d´une colline où des larmes de pierre
se font les sentinelles d´un orde sacrifié.
Celui-ci connaîtra la fièvre des combats la sueur
et le sang les honneurs de la race et marchant
sur les pas de l´aïeul sanctifié ses fils auront
l´espoir de reprendre sa place.

Quand la dernière enfin suspendue dans son vol
attendit quelque temps pour amorcer sa chute
l´Ange entonna mystique un mystérieux cantique
Et prononça ces mots: " Tu ne m´oublieras pas."

Les décénies passèrent et le siècle sombra...

Sentant leur fin venir
Ils partirent à l´assaut
Des siècles à venir
A l´ombre des tombeaux