Music, Music, Music - what do you listen to? Share with us and relish in the knowledge you will always have a better taste in music than me!

[Shankbot de Bodemloze]

Great song.

EDIT: Lyric version so you can all sing along.

[Bethencourt]

[mishkin]

[Sir Adrian]

Some Beethoven

[Bethencourt]

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Nada limpio a que jugar,
ni objetivos que cumplir;
tus ilusiones morirán...
días grises hasta el fin
y en tus ojos una luz se apaga.
Ojos tristes al mirar los mapas.
Ningún sitio a dónde ir,
ninguno al que regresar.
Nada que te haga reir,
nada que te haga llorar.
El amor de las viejas novelas
murmura un deseo a las estrellas.
Coge mi mano y duerme junto a mí;
si no te importa, me quedaré aquí
hasta el fin.
Sin mirarnos, sin hablar,
veremos el sol salir;
dulces drogas nos dirán
que hay un mar cerca de aquí.
Y en tus ojos otra vez la vida
tiembla en una vela consumida.
Y en el silencio te oigo palpitar;
siempre hay un alba en la que despertar.
Coge mi mano y duerme junto a mí;
si no te importa, me quedaré aquí.
Dulces sueños.
Escondidos de la noche
y de los horrores negros.


Nothing clean to play,
or targets to meet;
your illusions die ...
gray days to the end
and your eyes light turns off.
Sad eyes looking at the maps.
Nowhere to go,
none to return to.
Nothing that makes you laugh,
anything that makes you mourn.
Love of the old novels
murmurs a wish to the stars.
Take my hand and sleeps beside me;
if you do not mind, I'll stay here
till the end.
Without looking, without speaking,
see the sun rise;
Sweet drugs will tell us
there is a sea nearby.
And in your eyes again life
trembles in a finished candle.
And in the silence I hear your heartbeat;
there is always a dawn in which awakening.
Take my hand and sleeps beside me;
if you do not mind, I'll stay here.
Sweet dream.
Hidden from the night
and the black horrors.

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Soy un accidente,
un error de medida.
Un viajero de barro
que se lleva la corriente...
Soy el salvaje que derriba sus dioses,
que se atrinchera en tu cama.
Soy la galerna que te azota.
¡Yo conjuro al huracán!
Soy el hombre que veis.
Eso digo a mis pocos amigos.
Quisiera no correr,
quedarme a ser tu torbellino.
Busco una orilla extraña
pero yo no soy Ulises.
Que nadie me ate
cuando las sirenas canten.
No trato de conseguir perdurar
porque sé que sólo soy un accidente.
Tú eres el fuego,
yo la zarza que no se consume.
Tú las murallas,
yo enemigo que vela.
Y cuando vuelva
el guardián del universo,
a pedir cuentas,
delvolveré el trigo a su dueño.
No pretendo conseguir perdurar
porque sé que sólo soy un accidente.
Soy como un animal
agazapado y vigilante.
Soy el caos
o sólo un alma polvorienta.
Soy un accidente...

I'm an accident,
a measurement error.
A traveler of clay
carried away by the current...
I am the savage that topples their gods,
who is entrenched in your bed.
I am the gale plaguing you.
I spell the hurricane!
I'm the man you see.
That tell my few friends.
I would not run,
stay and be your storm.
Seeking a strange shore
but I'm not Ulysses.
Let no one tie me
when the sirens sing.
Do not try to get last
because I know I'm just an accident.
You are the fire,
I am bush that was not consumed.
Thou the walls,
I am enemy who watches.
And when the guardian of the universe
comes back,
to hold accountable,
I will give back wheat to its owner.
I do not intend to get last
because I know I'm just an accident.
I'm like an animal
crouching and watchful.
I am the chaos
or just a dusty soul.
I am an accident ...

[Bethencourt]

[Hitai de Bodemloze]

People need to quit living in the past with your boring old songs and get with the times.

[Bethencourt]

And where is the fire?

[Junaidi83 de Bodemloze]

Well seem more old song get remastered, and actualy its pretty good

[Junaidi83 de Bodemloze]

Another old song for the lonely night

[Aikanár]

^Loving that song

Also, Cash time

[Aikanár]

[Halie Satanus]

And if one day I should become
A singer with a Spanish bum
Who sings for women of great virtue
I'd sing to them with a guitar
I borrowed from a coffee bar
Well, what you don't know doesn't hurt you
My name would be Antonio
And all my bridges I would burn
And when I gave them some they'd know
I'd expect something in return
I'd have to get drunk every night
And talk about virility
With some old grandmother
That might be decked out like a Christmas tree
And though pink elephants I'd see
Though I'd be drunk as I could be
Still I would sing my song to me
About the time they called me "Jacky"

If I could be for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
Cute in a stupid ass way

And if I joined the social whirl
Became procurer of young girls
Then I would have my own bordellos
My record would be number one
And I'd sell records by the ton
All sung by many other fellows
My name would then be handsome Jack
And I'd sell boats of opium
Whiskey that came from Twickenham
Authentic queers
And phony virgins
If I had banks on every finger
A finger in every country
And every country ruled by me
I'd still know where I'd want to be
Locked up inside my opium den
Surrounded by some china men
I'd sing the song that I sang then
About the time they called me "Jacky"

If I could be for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
Cute in a stupid ass way

Now, tell me, wouldn't it be nice
That if one day in paradise
I'd sing for all the ladies up there
And they would sing along with me
And we be so happy there to be
Cause down below is really nowhere
My name would then be Juniper
Then I would know where I was going
And then I would become all knowing
My beard so very long and flowing
If I became deaf, dumb and blind
Because I pitied all mankind
And broke my heart to make things right
I know that every single night
When my angelic work was through
The angels and the Devil too
Would sing my childhood song to me
About the time they called me "Jacky"

If I could be for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
Cute in a stupid ass way

[mishkin]

Heart touching

-Antonio

[Mhaedros]

And where is the fire?

[Halie Satanus]

Sometimes, love songs...............



I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candles burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

[mishkin]

(Sorry if I have posted this before) (I found it like a month ago and I am still amazed)

[Halie Satanus]

(Sorry if I have posted this before) (I found it like a month ago and I am still amazed)

Have you seen the documentary.. ?

Pretty sure they were a big influence on Dave Grohl too.

[mishkin]

Yes I have heard about the documentary, should watch it.
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[Flinn]

many lads ask me why I like the BS, that's the reason why



man, the drummer (Bill Ward) is simply awesome.. that's what hard rock was at its beginning

quality is not the best, use headphones