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Listen Spring - pesanan buat kekasih


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)

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]

Katakan (Nana)

Na Na ...Na Na..Na..

Kali pertama ku jumpa denganmu
Meluat dengan gelagatmu
Bilaku mula kenali dirimu

Jantung ku mula berdegup laju

Tak tahan getaran yang melanda di hati
Tak pernah kurasakan sebegini

Tak tahan getaran yang melanda di hati
Tak berhenti berpeluh bila kau di sisiku

Korus:
Lebih seribu kalu cubaku katakan ku suka kamu
Lebih seribu kali juga kau membisu buat tak tahu

Na Na ..Na Na Na..

Tolong katakan tolong beritahu
Jika benar kau suka padaku
Ku Mahu **ng tak berhenti senyum
Makan kenyang tidur pun berlagu

Tahan getaran yang melanda di hati
(Tak tahan getaran yang melanda di hati)
Tak pernah kurasakan sebegini

Tak tahan getaran yang melanda di hati
(Tak tahan getaran yang melanda di hati
Tak berhenti berpeluh bila kau di sisiku

Ulang Korus.

RAP:
Mic check 1...2
I really wanna be eith you
Hey baby boo
Come and go with me
We're supposed to be
Together, you feelin' me?
I'm like three times better than him
It's little Z
You wanna go with the flow
Let's go
You wanna take it slow

Let's go
YOu know I'm cool with that
Words are hard to suppress
Gotta go through tests
Hey Nana!...Who me! Yeah you, note that
My love's the best!!!

Tolong katakan tolong beritahu
Jika benar kau suka padaku
Jangan kau senyum dan buat tak tahu
Tak kuasa aku nak menunggu

Ulang korus

Lebih baik engkau berterus terang sahaja segala-gala
Jika kau terus membisu buat ku tunggu..ku
tinggalkanmu

NA NA NA NA

Never Be Another (Adam Gregory)

You’re the light,
That lights my way,
On rainy nights,
You’re the road that’s headed home
When it’s bitter outside
You’re the hand that I hold
When I'm scared of the dark

There’ll never ever be another you
I can search my whole life through
It’s no use
All roads lead me to you
There’ll never be another you

You’re the first warm breath of spring
When the winter ends
You’re my secret hiding place
When the world is closing in
You’re the rain pouring down
When the well runs dry

There’ll never ever be another you
I can search my whole life through
It’s no use
All roads lead me to you
There’ll never be another you, oh no

Never be another

You’re the rain pouring down
When the well runs dry

Never be another, be another you
Never be another, oh no

There’ll never ever be another you
I can search my whole life through
It’s no use
All roads lead me to you
There’ll never be another you

Never be another you
Oh no
Never be another

Sugarolly Mountains (Jim Diamond)

Here I go again
Looking back on yesterday
Oh the games we played, Oh the innocence
The sun it always seemed to shine
Autumn spring right through winter time
Oh and my family and friends of mine,
Filled me so full of confidence
And oh and run like the wind
Free at last my young heart would sing

I lived my dreams out on, the sugarolly mountains
While looking down on mo mean city, way below
So many dreams up on, the sugarolly mountains
One day I'd be a rock and roll singer
The next I'd be building boats

And turning back another page
The school yard and the football game
Oh how we laughed through the purple haze
Playing on the radio
Arithmatic geography, They all just seemed to sail by me
I just thank God for the poetry
And that ringing bell I called liberty yeah
And oh I'd run like the wind
Free at last my young heart would sing yeah

And when you world is closing in
You've got no place to hide
Just close your eyes, count to ten
Climb on up and stake your claim

Hideaway (Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel)

Let them come a-running
And take all your money and hide away
Let them come a-running
And take all your money and flee
Let them come a-running
And take all your money and hide away, hide away, hide away

It was summer or maybe spring, oh I can't remember
It was summer or maybe spring, oh I can't recall
We found our hearts and stole them from our bodies
We couldn't understand the villain's call
We'd often recall the beginnings
We'd often try in vain to change it all
We couldn't help but keep ourselves from sinning
It was summer, summer or maybe spring
Or maybe spring, or maybe spring

Let them come a-running
And take all your money and hide away
Let them come a-running
And take all your money and flee
Let them come a-running
And take all your money and hide away, hide away, hide away

It was summer or maybe spring, I can't remember
It was summer or maybe spring, I can't recall
We'd try to always calm our elders
But always we did seem to fall
We'd never try to tame the burning embers
It didn't seem to matter how we'd fare
It seemed we couldn't ever escape December
It was summer, summer or maybe spring
Or maybe spring, or maybe spring - ooh

Oh it was summer, summer or maybe spring
Or maybe spring, or maybe spring

Let them come a-running
And take all your money and hide away
Let them come a-running
And take all your money and flee
Let them come a-running
And take all your money and hide away
Hide away, hide away, hide away, hide away

Baptised In Fire And Ice (Bathory)

(Fire and Ice
Fire and Ice
Fire and Ice
Fire and Ice)

Born a Son of Nordic tribe
Early spring morning I arrived
When Sails were set, the Ships all done
To Sail with Wind a Waves for long
Down foreign shores across great waters
Many hundred miles from home
This half year deep frozen land
Where I on this morning was born

Proudly my Father took me in
His arms and walked outside
Where for the first time,
Light struck me newborn child
And even though told when older
I can almost recall the scene
When he held me high up towards
The most beautiful sky ever seen

Baptised in Fire and Ice Baptised in Fire and Ice
Baptised in Fire and Ice Baptised in Fire and Ice

Oh with gentle hands he did sway me
Over the flames to strengthen and purify
Oh, with loving words did he dab me
With spring's last snow for cleansing me his child

I grew and learned respectfully
The Earth, Wind, Water and the sky
The powers that decided the weather
And rules both the dark and light
I heard the voices of the spirits
Of the forest call my name
I saw the Hammer way up high
Cause lightning in the rain

Watching crystal flakes
Of falling snow on winter nights
Uniting with the pure white flames dance,
When reaching for the sky
Brings me back to the morning this world
First heard my battle cry
Gently swayed above the flames
And cleansed with snow and ice

Baptised in Fire and Ice Baptised in Fire and Ice
Baptised in Fire and Ice Baptised in Fire and Ice

Oh, having it with me
From the first day of my life
Oh, always carrying them within me
The powers of Fire and Ice

Now I pass unto thee
My son what was given to me

Baptised in Fire and Ice Baptised in Fire and Ice
Baptised in Fire and Ice Baptised in Fire and Ice

Oh, having it with me
From the first day of my life
Oh, always carrying them within me
The powers of Fire and Ice

Jolene (Sherrie Austin)

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I'm begging of you please don't take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don't take him just because you can

Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green

Your smile is like a breath of spring
Your voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you, Jolene

He talks about you in his sleep
There's nothing I can do to keep
From crying when he calls your name, Jolene

And I can easily understand
How you can easily take my man
But you don't know what he means to me, Jolene

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I'm begging of you please don't take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don't take him just because you can

You could have your choice of men
But I could never love again
He's the only one for me, Jolene

I had to have this talk with you
My happiness depends on you
And whatever you decide to do, Jolene

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I'm begging of you please don't take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don't take him just because you can

Aku Masih Disini (XPDC)

Lenaku dibuai
Bayangan seribu bintang
Kasih tertumpah dibingkai awan
Demi kemilau sang mentari
Yang tak bisa mengerti

Biar ku titipkan
Keperihan pelayaran
Hingga terdaya ku melafazkan
Salju sebening kasihku
Kepada mu oh kekasih

Ingin ku buktikan
Keyakinan dalam diri
Ku punya jiwa nan suci
Untuk ku miliki Sepenuhnya nirwanaku

Oh... pedihnya terpanah arjunamu
Terbelenggu aku di dalam menunggu
Bergelora rintihan asmaramu
Di pelantar rindu yang menghempas

Namun kerana tulusmu
Masih mampu aku berdiri
Demi naluri yang sama
Kita masih di sini

Demi naluri aku masih di sini


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