en   fr   de   ro   es   it
  
     Username:  Password:  

registerforgot password?

Wednesday, 18 October 2017
Browse by artists Browse
LAST  Advertisements
LAST  Last Queries

 


Listen Strauss-Voices of Spring


Lyrics

Under A Frozen Sun (Behind The Scenery)

As an origin of all existence...
Spring is mild and pure

Fertile season
Where all life begins to bloom
No clouds disturb the crystal air
No shadows of doubt
Darken the day

Beware the dark destructive winter so cold

Sweet summer - so free from care
The senseless waste
Of a given paradise
The seeds dry up before they start to sprout

In my dreams
I see the children suffer
Under a frozen sun
Where life has dwelt
And then will be gone

The season of the fall
Earth`s act of revenge

Autumn awakes
And dependence comes clear
The errors made in spring and summer
Time to atone for

Forerunner of winter
Spread incertainty
The golden age, a leaden chain
Ravaged land, toxic water
Death remains

Beware of eternal autumnal leaves

Prepare for the dark
Destructive winter so cold

Clouds of poisonous gasses
Fill the sky
Sun and moon disappear

Forever...

Lemon Water (Guttermouth)

(chorus) What in the hell is wrong with people
The deranged should be caged
What is wrong with people
It must be them can’t you see
That it couldn’t be me
Where their road ends
That’s where mine begins

There’s a giant hole in my heart
But all I have to do
Is fill it up with alcohol
It closes all the holes
It hides all my boredom
And subdues my restlessness
It enhances my personality
But makes me order 3 orders of buffalo wings
When I would normally have just one
It forces me to bob my head to songs that I really really hate
And it makes me want to strike someone at the bar
Who orders 2 waters with lemon
And once again I find myself bobbing my head to a mediocre song
When I notice 2 marginally attractive girls parking it next to me at the bar
Sipping spring water with a twist of lemon

(chorus)

and I’m ready to puke when a small child sits next to me at the bar
but that’s ok because to me other people’s kids are fine
so it’s no surprise that it’s parents are ordering water with lemon
and a root beer for the child
do you ever find yourself striving for perfection
with a virtually worthless attempt at it
and is that why I find myself eavesdropping constantly
sports bars are the best places to meet people you hate
not that I’ve actually met anyone
it’s just a matter of listening to their conversations and assuming that you hate them
when of coarse that probably isn’t true
because I can get along with anyone if I absolutely have to

(chorus)

oh here we go a couple a few tables down just ordered lunch
the guy wearing a basketball tank top is having a veggie burger with fruit instead of fries
and his husky date is just having a salad…it must be their first date
and what goes better with rabbit food than ice water with a slice of lemon
sometimes I think if I could be anyone in the whole world I would be a magician
no than I would hate myself more than I already do
but at least then I could make all of these people in the bar be more like me
or even make them befriend me but then again I could become one of them
and only then would I understand the befits
of putting a slice of lemon in ordinary drinking water

(chorus)

Pictures (Dance Hall Crashers)

If you don't know me
Please why don't you tell me
'Cause I don't wanna be with you no more
The stories that you tell
Please somebody else
I feel that something falling in your voice
I lived that battle to move past the shadow
That's why I won't woke you anymore
Something's gonna boom, dying tell me true
As I look into that spin of broken glass

Now you don't got a picture of me anymore
Now you don't got a picture of me anymore

If you don't know me
Please why don't you tell me
'Cause I don't wanna be with you no more
The stories that you tell
Please somebody else
I feel that something falling in your voice
If I got it buckled would you ran away and possible Again it would as aductive since again
Something's gonna boom, dying tell me true
As I look into that spin of broken glass

Now you don't got a picture of me anymore
Now you don't got a picture of me anymore

Swing (Ani Difranco)

she came to and her
whole life was how she remembered it
she had a mouth full of fur
and she was laughing
she parked her hearse across
three spaces posted motorcycles only
and jumped out shouting
wha the cus could make a nice girl like us
feel so lonely?

are you weary as water
in a faucet left dripping
with an incessant sadness
like a sad record skipping
and an ugly and ornery
and shadowy dread
lurking like a troll under the bridge
between your heart and your head

please dumb blind kind sir
lend little miss listless a little bit of christmas
she's been a real good girl
but now she's stuck here
the world is so little and still
mysterious and ominous as ever before
like an unmarked bottle of pills
on the shelf right next to the thing
you were reaching for

swing the groove 'round here
where i can reach it
when i get my**back on track
i'm gonna need it
swing shift til i get the money
to buy me and my baby a moon full of honey
then i'm gonna turn off the nagging voices
inside my head
that follow me to bed and say
you suck...

("break it down" freestyle by Corey Parker added to this song during some performances)

if you dig it on the sound
break it down
no walls up, break it down
break it down
happiness spread it all around
break it down
racism stomp it in the ground
break it down
so if you dig it on the sound
break it down
no walls up, break it down
break it down
ignorance stomp it in the ground
break it down
happiness spread it all around
break it down

check, who said folk and hip-hop can't latch
put us together on the stage and light a match
kaboom, guess who stepped in the room
sweeping you off your feet like we had a broom
with ani difranco and maceo
add a little freestyle flow and who knows
put a little scratchin' into the mix
and it's enough to get you high if you need a fix

so, if you dig it on the sound
break it down
no walls up, break it down
break it down
ignorance stomp it in the ground
break it down
happiness spread it all around
break it down
if you dig it on the sound
break it down
no walls up, break it down
break it down
racism stomp it in the ground
break it down
happiness spread it all around
break it down

so, if you dig it on the sound
break it down

Are You Talking To Me (Clawfinger)

Are you talking to me, I didn't hear what you said
Was that a word in your mouth, was that a thought in your head

Are you moving your lips, I can't hear any words
have you got something to say, was that a noise I heard
I still can't hear your voice, do you think I'm all ears
could you talk a little louder, cos' I still can't hear

Are you talking to me x 3
There's no one else here you must be talking to me

Don't raise your voice at me, do you think that I'm deaf
there's no reason to scream, why don't you save your breathe
I heard the first time round, it's ** greek to me
what comes out of your mouth, is like a piss in the sea

Chorus

You're just wasting my time, there's nothing good in you
going from bad to worse, is the best you can do
with your head up your ass, you're just a bad excuse
you don't say what you mean, so what's the ** use?

Chorus

Until The End (Kittie)

Wings spread, poised
Faintly convulsing the sky
How will I know?
Bask now in this graying
Light
Search for that word
Something likened goodbye
How will i know
That they will cry?

(chorus) We were blessed
(in this lifetime)
Laid to rest
(all we live for)
We were blessed

Voices ring on
Autumn is always at hand
Angels corpses
Hollow and stolen so fast
I heard your voice
And it spoke softly to me
We have this time
And then we're free

Take me under
Take me under

Life And Death (Carolyn Arends)

We ride emotions like subway trains
Down in the tunnels inside our brains
And life's a blur speeding past the window
We'd love to stop but who has the time
So much to do - we're so far behind
And we stay that way no matter how fast we go
I wonder what's the point at which we break
When will we realize just what's at stake
We dance at weddings and we cry at wakes
And then we rush to make the next appointment

Chorus:
It's a matter of life and death
All the chances we're gonna get
To use our voices, make our choices
Happen here and now
What's the matter with all of us
Chase the wind and we miss the bus
We get distracted from what matters
And then somehow we forget
It's life and death

Our guardian angels appear like dreams
They try to show us eternal things
And we decide if we will pay attention
But we're too busy to check the holes
That just keep growing inside our souls
We are wearing thin and so we feel the tension
Between the life we want and the life we need
We're all afflicted by the same disease
Dear God in heaven won't you show us please
How to be free from this condition

Chorus:
It's a matter of life and death
All the chances we're gonna get
To use our voices, make our choices
Happen here and now
What's the matter with all of us
Chase the wind and we miss the bus
We get distracted from what matters
And then somehow we forget
It's life and death

We've got to remember
It's life and death
Try to remember
It's life and death

The Awakening Of The Stars (Bal-Sagoth)

With but a gesture of my incorporeal hand I illumine the heart of a new-born sun,
Revelling as its searing stellar radiance engulfs my ersatz form.
Gazing out across the limitless, stygian cosmos,
I hear the whispered voice of destiny echoing within the solar winds...
No small task, to awaken a universe from slumber.

To Dethrone The Witch-Queen Of Mytos K'Unn (The Legend Of The Battle Of Blackhelm Vale) (Bal-Sagoth)

[The Chronicles of War:]
The vast armies of Mytos K'unn, marshalled by a sorceress of great power
known as Zyrashana the Witch-Queen, had been cutting a swath through the
Eastern Kingdoms since high summer the preceding year. Empowering her troops
with great sorceries, she had s een all opposition fall before the ravening
swords of her forces since the first bloody campaign; the invasion of the
ancient and noble realm of Delania. The aftermath of the final battle had seen
the systematic slaughter of the Delanian royal family, an d the torture and
execution of all those who had been loyal to their banner. During the ensuing
months, more kingdoms and satrapies toppled before the might of Zyrashana's
legions, commanded by the fearsome and unswervingly loyal battle-lord Talus
Ebonfy re, a man of sublime brutality whom many beleived to be possessed by a
demon-spirit from the dark realms. Emboldened by their victories and the
expansion of their queen's dark dominion, the hordes of Mytos K'unn began the
incursion into the lands of the Northern Tribes, beginning with the grim and
brooding territories south of the Snow Kingdoms... the rugged homelands of the
warlike clans which had been recently united into a strong realm by the
powerful warrior-king Caylen-Tor, a man known to his allie s and enemies alike
as the Wolf of the North. Thinking the barbaric tribesmen little threat, the
Witch-Queen intends a largely unopposed march throught their lands to strike
at the wealthy and fertile realms beyond the Mountain Kingdoms to the west...
bu t Caylen-Tor has vowed that a searing torrent of blood and steel shall meet
all those who deign to enter unwelcome or drive their standard unbidden into
his land... As grim winter slowly yields to spring, the armies of Mytos K'unn
begin their march northwards, and news of the advance of the Witch-Queen's
forces into Blackhelm Vale, the valley known for centuries as the Gate to the
Northlands, soon reaches the highla nd stronghold of Caylen-Tor. Grimly taking
up his sword and spear and donning the woad of war, he vows that Zyrashana
shall pay in blood for every league she has dared venture in his sacred lands.
Scouts soon return with the information that the enemy is camped at the base
of the valley, preparing to march with th dawn. The court shamans forsee
rivers of blood and untold carnage, and great battlespells are woven as
Caylen-Tor leads his vastly outnumbered Northlander warriors to the misty,
moon-swathed e xpanse that is Blackhelm Vale. Legends say that the blood of
many kings has been spilled on the dark earth of the valley over the
generations, and Caylen-Tor promises to his grim gods that the earth will once
again drink deep this night. With his army si lent and brooding beneath the
moon, he knows that whatever the outcome, this night shall see a legend of war
written in blood and the deaths of men... a legend none shall soon forget...

[The War Testament of Caylen-Tor (On the Night of the Bloodying of Swords):]
O' grim gods of battle, empower us this night...
Anoint us with the crimson rain, feed our steel with slaughter...
Let every blow be a killing blow, grant us victory, or a warrior's death.
Come, moon-fogs, Descend to cloak our numbers, the heady scent of battle
beckons,
My ash-hafted spear feels good in my hands, girt 'round with spells (our flesh
gloriously) woad anointed,
Ravens awaiting slaughter soar high above, blood-worms bloat on red carnage,
I'll carve the moon-wheel in their flesh, as havoc churns the heather!

A swirling mantle of mist-magic swathes us, powerful spells woven by the
fen-witches of the great mere... Deep night and moon-mist shall be our allies
as we surge into the fray! At my bidding, the fog clears for a brief moment,
and I gaze down upon the v alley to behold the army of the Witch-Queen...
great tents arrayed upon the heather, powerful steeds tethered, the light from
countless burning brands illumining the night, many warriors standing, weapons
in hand... aye, all sword fodder.

Entwined in war-fogs...
Entwined by war-spells...
Blessed in blood as raven-saters, slake the thirst of steel burning bright,
Reap the harvest of spilled entrails, we'll return with many heads this night.
The death-ravening black fury fills me,
The spatter of hot blood seet on my lips,
This yard of steel sings a deadly song in my grasp!
Cleaving bodies left and right, a head falls with each swing of my blade,
A storm of shafts screaming form yew-bows, (through their armoured ranks we
shall) carve a path with steel, a blood-drenched swath!

And the thirst of the earth shall be slaked with blood at the fields of
carnage...
A staggering sea of crimson, a towering mountain of ravaged flesh,
All enraptured by the searing kiss of steel,
All surfeit from supping deep of the grim chalice of battle...

Brooding gods of the north, display to these outlander thralls thine ire,
Envenom our blades with the death-kiss of a thousand serpents,
Unfetter the dread war-wolves within us,
That their claws may rend, and their jaws may be reddened.

The bloodying is at hand!
My spear hammers into the chest of a warrior, and bright blood erupts
from his lips as he falls to the heather. I turn aside a vicious swordthrust
and my own blade snakes out to cleave the neck of the attacker, shearing
through his veins in a shower of d ark red. An enemy blade opens my shoulder
to the bone, but I sweep my axe out in a deadly arc, its iron head rending
armour and biting deep into flesh. Talus Ebonfyre's abdomen yawns open and he
staggers back as his intestines spew forth in a pulsing mas s. I sunder his
head with another blow as he falls and his skull yields to spill its steaming
contents to the earth. As I watch, a writhing, shadowy form rises from the
smitten corpse of the Witch-Queen's warlord and flees howling into the
night... I vau lt to the saddle of a riderless black war-horse and seize the
banner of Mytos-K'unn... for every one of us that has fallen, we have taken
five of the enemy screaming with us... the battle is ours!

Bright moon, gleam o'er moor and heather, wood and vale, deep fen and
lake, Grim mountains crowned with snows, great rings of stones, black 'neath
the stars, The storms extol our ancient glory, great mounds feed us, power
from the sacred earth. With faith and steel we walk our shadowed paths, our
blood runs as fire, swords blessed by sorcery.

Wolves of the north, raise thine steel to the skies, revel in the pride of
your wounds,
Let our victory-song ride the winds of this blood-gorged eve,
For on this night of red swords we have wrought a legend,
Forged in the fires of our rage, and tempered with the spilled blood of the
slain...

O' grim gods of battle, empower us this night and always,
Anoint us with the crimson rain, forever feed our steel with slaughter...
Let every blow be a killing blow, grant us eternal victory, 'til we die a
warrior's death.

And so did Caylen-Tor turn the armies of Mytos K'unn back from the
frontiers of his northern kingdom. Those enemy soldiers who fled the field as
the mist lifted and their banner fell, are hunted down and brought to their
knees before the king. Summoning a surviving warrior Mytos K'unn, Caylen-Tor
gives unto him two gifts with which to return to his queen; one is the fallen,
sundered banner of Mytos K'unn, the other is the cloven head of Talus
Ebonfyre. The king's words ring out over the blood-drenched m oor: "Take this
message back to your queen... if ever again she deigns to strike against my
people, the slaughter this night will seem as naught compared to the havoc I
shall visit upon her then." When news of the defeat and the fearsome message
of Cayle n-Tor reached Mytos K'unn, Zyrashana's spells of regal dominance
waned, and her many courtiers and councillors, liberated from the imposition
of subservience, plotted against their queen, 'til soon she was driven from
the great royal palace by her own el ite guard, her throne seized by an
ambitious baron who had won the favour of the nobles and mages of the realm.
Evading inprisonment and surviving only by her mastery of spellcraft,
Zyrashana fled to the satrapies of the east, and nothing more was seen or
heard of her for some considerable time...

[Lyrics: Byron]
[Music: Jonny Maudling]

Where No One Knows My Name (Alexisonfire)

Side-stepped land mines
And working-class attitudes.
Let's go.
This is a love song.
Deal with it. Deal with it. Deal with... it.

(And I will)
I will
(Beat my fist against my chest)
My chest, against my chest
(If only too prevent my heart from beating for you)
Beating... for you, for you.
(This new season brings with it songs of hope)
Songs of hope!
(You can't leave me waist-high wading all alone)
Things
(I know there is somewhere I can go)
I don't understand are the most interesting
(Where no one knows)
Like zero, and eraserhead.
(My name)

(And I still)
I still
(Remember the sound of your voice)
Sound of, of your voice
(Do you think I would call just to hear you breathe?)
Hear you breathe.
(Just to hear you breathe)

Sometimes it's just about feeling good.
John Kusac. Pop punk.


Video


Musica project argento concert vol.2 encore.




Mp3, Music, Download, Lyrics, Concerts, Tickets, Live, Video, DVD, Free, Dicography, Mpeg, Buy, Song, Band, Artist, Album, Tracks, Collection, Archive, Events, Search, CD