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[Sirius]

Nick Cave
Gates to the garden

Past the ivy-covered windows of The Angel
Down Athenaeum Lane to the cathedral
Trough the churchyard I wandered
Sat for a spell there and I pondered
My back to the gates of the garden
My back to the gates of the garden
My back to the gates of the garden

Fugitive fathers, sickly infants, decent mothers
Runaways and suicidal lovers
Assorted boxes of ordinary bones
Of aborted plans and sudden shattered hopes
In unlucky rows, up to the gates of the garden
In unhappy rows, up to the gates of the garden
In unlucky rows, up to the gates of the garden

Won't you meet me at the gates
Won't you meet me at the gates
Won't you meet me at the gates
To the garden

Beneath the creeping shadow of the tower
The bell from St.Edmunds informs me of the hour
I turn to find you waiting there for me
In sunlight and I see the way that you breathe
Alive and leaning on the gates of the garden
Alive and leaning on the gates of the garden
Alive and leaning on the gates of the garden

Leave these ancient places to the angels
Let the saints attend to their keeping of the cathedrals
And leave the dead beneath the ground so cold
For God is in this hand that I hold
As we open up the gates of the garden

Won't you meet me at the gates
Won't you meet me at the gates
Won't you meet me at the gates
To the garden

[Nehan]

Current 93 - Beausoleil

Beausoleil, soleil soleil soleil soleil
Beausoleil, reaping Nirvana in a desert land
Beausoleil, Thine anger rising like a scorpion
Beausoleil, dune buggy baby on a fairground slide
Beausoleil, the taste of honey and the swirl of flies
Beausoleil, jackbooting wide-eyed in the widest pit
Beausoleil, looking at smiles and seeing nly grins
Beausoleil, did dead gods smell when the dog's blood rose
Beausoleil, now all Thine summers turn to menstrual winters
Beausoleil, kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill killy kill
Beausoleil, did dog's blood rise when the dead gods died
Beausoleil, beautiful sunshine whose shadow hides
Beausoleil, white brothers planting burning crosses
Beausoleil, the sharpest flavour is the one that stains
Beausoleil, when dog's blood rises does it also dance
Beausoleil, grey benediction of the Final Church
Beausoleil, it's just your habit of culling time
Beausoleil, a Death In June under a menstrual moon
Beausoleil, Scorpio Rising but the Light Bearer falls
Beausoleil, the squeaky laughter of a giddy world
Beausoleil, still waving black flags from a stubble field
Beausoleil, a maltese cross is pierced by the Blood of Christ
Beausoleil, hiding from cancer crabs and cracking jokes
Beausoleil, arson archbishop makes the deserts burn
Beausoleil, the dead are grateful -- all you need is love
Beausoleil, fat Buddhas smiling with the widest grin
Beausoleil, candy floss surgeon with the golden hair
Beausoleil, a brand new Process for a brand new age
Beausoleil, a black Messiah wearing buckskin boots
Beausoleil, assassin creepy-crawls through Hebron's Vale
Beausoleil, there's no business like the devil's business
Beausoleil, another martyr for the Noddy Apocalypse
Beausoleil, que sera, sera
Beausoleil, we want to sink into the deepest basin
Beausoleil, fils de perdition, Luciferens
Beausoleil, 7 and 7 is the hidden key
Beausoleil, a train to Clarkesville in the menstrual night
Beausoleil, Disneyland darkens with your Armageddon smile
Beausoleil, sangs rGyas chos dang tsogs kyi mChog rNams la
Beausoleil, you hide your candle on Golgotha's hill

[madulka]

Jako że ostatnio jestem całkowicie uzależniona od soundtracku Eddiego Veddera z "Into the wild", tekst "Society":

It's a mistery to me
we have a greed
with which we have agreed

You think you have to want
more than you need
until you have it all you won't be free

society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me

When you want more than you have
you think you need
and when you think more than you want
your thoughts begin to bleed

I think I need to find a bigger place
'cos when you have more than you think
you need more space

society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me

there's those thinking more or less less is more
but if less is more how you're keeping score?
Means for every point you make
your level drops
kinda like its starting from the top
you can't do that...

society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me

society, have mercy on me
I hope you're not angry if I disagree
society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me

[Dead Flowers]

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away
mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing,
pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
the light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
we cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down
no fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication.

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.

There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the the math enough to know the dangers of a second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication

cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion

between supposed lovers
between supposed brothers.

And I know the pieces fit.

[zyon]

Coil - Tattooed Man

There's a man lying down in a grave somewhere
With the same tattoos as me
And I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him

There's a man lying down in a bed somewhere
With a different set of sex aspects
And I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, my eyes

This is me here now
Pining like a dog, whining like a dog in a thick harbour fog
Waiting for a ship that will make him sick
And when the ship comes, big trouble (not we're in trouble as the inlay suggests)
His trouble will begin

And the church bells chime the colour of wine
And the angels devil fight to snatch back the lost time

And there's a man lying down with a blade somewhere
With the same taboos as me
And I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him

There's a man lying down in a bed somewhere
With a different set of sex aspects
And I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, my eyes

This is the dark age of love
This is the dark age of love
This is the dark age of love
This is the dark ???

And I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him

There's a man laying down
There's a man laying down
There's a man laying down
There's a man laying down somewhere

Somewhere

[skil]

tesco value - botany play

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[zyon]

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Loverman


There's a devil waiting outside your door
(How much longer?)
There's a devil waiting outside your door
It is bucking and braying and pawing at the floor
And he's howling with pain and crawling up the walls
There's a devil waiting outside your door
He's weak with evil and broken by the world
He's shouting your name and he's asking for more
There's a devil waiting outside your door

Loverman! Since the world began
Forever, Amen Till end of time Take off that
dress I'm coming down I'm your loverman
Cause I am what I am what I am what I am

L is for LOVE, baby
O is for ONLY you that I do
V is for loving VIRTUALLY all that you are
E is for loving almost EVERYTHING that you do
R is for RAPE me
M is for MURDER me
A is for ANSWERING all of my prayers
N is for KNOWING your loverman's going to
be the answer to all of yours

Loverman! Till the bitter end
While empires burn down Forever and ever
and ever and ever Amen I'm your loverman
So help me, baby So help me
Cause I am what I am what I am what I am
I'll be your loverman!

There's a devil crawling along your floor
There's a devil crawling along your floor
With a trembling heart, he's coming through your door
With his straining sex in his jumping paw
There's a devil crawling along your floor
And he's old and he's stupid and
he's hungry and he's sore
And he's lame and he's blind
and he's dirty and he's poor
Give him more
There's a devil crawling along your floor

Loverman! Here I stand Forever, Amen
Cause I am what I am what I am what I am
Forgive me, baby My hands are tied
And I got no choice No, I got no choice at all

I'll say it again
L is for LOVE, baby
O is for O yes I do
V is for VIRTUE, so I ain't gonna hurt you
E is for EVEN if you want me to
R is for RENDER unto me, baby
M is for that which is MINE
A is for ANY old how, darling
N is for ANY old time

I'll be your loverman! I got a masterplan
To take off your dress And be your man
Seize the throne Seize the mantle
Seize the crown Cause I am what I am
What I am what I am I'm your loverman!

There's a devil lying by your side
You might think he's asleep
but look at his eyes
He wants you, baby, to be his bride
There's a devil lying by your side

Loverman! Loverman!

[Dead Flowers]

We walked the narrow path,
beneath the smoking skies.
Sometimes you can barely tell the difference
between darkness and light.
Do you have faith
in what we believe?
The truest test is when we cannot,
when we cannot see.

I hear pounding feet in the,
in the streets below, and the,
and the women crying and the,
and the children know that there,
that there's something wrong,
and it's hard to belive that love will prevail.

Oh it won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall forever.

Oh, when I'm lonely,
I lie awake at night
and I wish you were here.
I miss you.
Can you tell me
is there something more to belive in?
Or is this all there is?

In the pounding feet, in the,
In the streets below, and the,
And the window breaks and,
And a woman falls, there's,
There's something wrong, it's,
It's so hard to belive that love will prevail.

Oh it won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall
forever.

Last night I had a dream.
You came into my room,
you took me into your arms.
Whispering and kissing me,
and telling me to still belive.
But then the emptiness of a burning sea against which we see
our darkest of sadness.

Until I felt safe and warm.
I fell asleep in your arms.
When I awoke I cried again for you were gone.
Oh, can you hear me?

It won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall forever.
It won't rain all the time
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall,
your tears won't fall
forever.

[Qraq]

Well nobody wants to burn in Hell
But everybody's got a soul to sell.
When I was young my mama gave me some advice
She said "Boy, don't you know everybody's got a price?"

I make lots of money, I make more money than you
I drive around in my limo, that's what I was born to do
And I might like you better if we fought together
If it's not to be you know that I got somethin' better for you:

Naked pictures of your mother
Naked pictures of your mother
Naked pictures of your mother GO

Solo!

I dropped a bomb on Japan
I was a hostage in Iran
I'm the ugly American
Now I'm a government man
A government man!

And I make lots of money, I make more money than you
I drive around in my limo, that's what I was born to do
And I might like you better if we fought together
If it's not to be you know that I got somethin' better for you:

Naked pictures of your mother
Naked pictures of your mother
Naked pictures of your mother GO

[zyon]

Boyd Rice & Friends - People

Do you ever think about
What a lovely place the world would be
Without all the people
That make life so unpleasant?

All the small, petty people
All the ugly, annoying people
It's hard not to think about it

I like to think about
What could be
Done to these people
Something cruel
Something mean
Something just
But the meaner the better
Goodness knows they deserve it

Have you ever dreamed of
Killing all the stupid people?
Not just the unintelligent people
But the sort that don't know anything about anything
But seem to have opinions about everything
They're only too ready to offer their advice about
How to run your life
And yet look at how they run their own lives
For the most part they've accomplished nothing
They've contributed nothing
Their lives are miserable
But they talk, talk, talk…
At the very least their tongues should be cut out
At the very least

Do you ever wanna
Kill all the people who tell lies?
Some certainly deserve it
Not necessarily the big liars
Or even those who teach lies as truth
I'm talking about people
Who say one thing and do another
Or who tell you they sent something express mail
When you know they haven't

Did you ever want to
Kill all the slow people in the world?
The people who are in front of you
When they should be behind you
A crime that the swift should be help back by the slow
And it's criminal that nothing is going to rectify it

And what about all the really ugly people?
Add them to the list as well
Some people try not to think about life's ugliness
I've thought about it
I've thought about it quite a lot
Something should be done to these people
Something to make them suffer
The way they've made us suffer

I say, bring back the Circus Maximus
For starters
Unless these weeds are dealt with
They’ll poison everything
They are poisoning everything
We need a gardener
A brutal gardener
A thorough, thoughtful gardener
An iron gardener

Whatever happened to Vlad the Impaler?
Where's Genghis Kahn when you need him?
Or Roi d'Ys?
Ayatollah Khomeini?
Adolf Hitler?
Benito Mussolini?
Nero?
Diocletian?
Kitchener?

Come back!
Come back!

[madulka]

Jak mogliśmy zapomnieć o "Stairway to Heaven" 

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
And when she gets there she knows if the stores are closed
With a word she can get what she came for
And she's buying a stairway to heaven

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
And you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook there's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven

It makes me wonder

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking

It makes me wonder

And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forest will echo with laughter

And it makes me wonder

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow
Don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean for the May Queen

Yes there are two paths you can go by
but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on

Your head is humming and it won't go in case you don't know
The piper's calling you to join him
Dear lady can't you hear the wind blow and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll

And she's buying a stairway to heaven

[zyon]

Krzesło łaski

słowa: Nick Cave
przekład: Roman Kołakowski, Aleksander Kołakowski

do posłuchania na Melodiach Kurta Weill'a Kazika

Zaczęło się wszystko,
Gdy z domu mnie wzięli
I w celi śmierci zamknęli
Więc powtórzyć wam chcę:
Jestem prawie niewinny, nie
Śmierć nie przeraża mnie

Przedmioty tłem się stały
Bezkształtem zabijały
Podejmę ten wysiłek
Ostatni zjem posiłek
Przyprawia mnie o mdłości
Mięso z dodatkiem kości
I twarz Jezusa w zupie
Wytrzeszcza oczy trupie

A krzesło łaski już czeka
I czuję jak głowa mi pęka
I tęsknię za tą chwilą
Gdy test na prawdę skończy się
Za oko oko, ząb za ząb
Nikt mi nie zajrzy w duszy głąb
Śmierć nie przeraża mnie

Chcę zapamiętać każdy znak
Choć jej szczególnych znaków brak
Bo pustka nie ma blizn i ran
Składa się z zimnych, czarnych ścian
Gdzie mi przenika dreszczem kark
Dotknięcie nierealnych warg
Dotknięcie lodowatych, zbielałych warg

Wciąż słyszę różne historie
O tym jak się Chrystus narodził
W stajni, potem skonał na krzyżu,
By zbawić biedaków i cały świat
Ten gość z zawodu cieślą był
Opowiadają mi jak żył i jak w kłopoty wpadł

Gdy prawą ręką wkłuwałem Z.Ł.O.     
W tatuaż jej siostry lewej
Żaden z palców nie protestował
A przynajmniej ja nic o tym nie wiem

Gdzieś tam na niebie wysoko
Lśni Boga tron szczerozłoty
U stóp ma arkę przymierza
Losem świata może kierować sam
Na moim tronie z prądem drut
Zamienia ciało w popiół, w brud
Dziś Bogu szansę dam

Na krześle łaski zasiadam
Drut nagą głowę oplata
Jestem jak ćma,
Która szuka szczęścia w ogniu,
Co w proch zmieni ją
Gdy ciało się zaczyna tlić
To śmierć schronieniem może być
Perfidną z bólem grą

Choć dłoń mordercza jest podła
Ta druga mogła być dobra
Obrączkę na niej nosiłem
Narzędziem tortur ból dławiłem 
 
A krzesło łaski już czeka
I czuję jak głowa mi płonie
I tęsknię za tą chwilą
Gdy mierzenie prawdy skończy się
Za oko oko, ząb za ząb
Niech zamiast czasu płynie prąd
Śmierć nie przeraża mnie

A krzesło łaski już płonie
I czuję jak głowa się jarzy
I czekam wciąż z nadzieją,
Że ważenie prawdy skończy się
Za oko oko, ząb za ząb
Niech zamiast krwi popłynie prąd
Śmierć nie przeraża mnie

A krzesło łaski się jarzy
I czuję jak głowa mi dymi
I czekam niecierpliwie
Że spojrzenia wrogie odwrócą się
Za oko oko, to wasz błąd
Nic mi nie udowodnił sąd
A jednak skazał mnie

A krzesło łaski już dymi
I czuję jak głowa topnieje
Przestańcie prawdą żonglować
Niech te relacje skończą się
Za kłamstwo kłamstwo, fakt za fakt
Wszystko stracone już i tak
Śmierć nie przeraża mnie

A krzesło łaski topnieje
A krew w tętnicach zawrzała
Ach jaki ich rozczarowałem
Gdy w sprawiedliwość bawili się
Za dobro dobro, zło za zło
Wyznałem całą prawdę mą
Śmierć nie przeraża mnie

A krzesło łaski już czeka
I czuję jak głowa mi płonie
I tęsknię za tą chwilą
Gdy wreszcie wrabiać przestaną mnie
Za życie życie, fakt za fakt
Dojść już nie zdołacie, bo i jak?
Czy kłamię wciąż czy nie...

A krzesło łaski już czeka
I czuję jak głowa mi pęka
I tęsknię za tą chwilą
Gdy skończy się na prawdę test
Za oko oko, ząb za ząb
Przeraża popełniony błąd
To kłamstwo prawdą jest!

[Radan]

Nie przegladałem całego wątku, wiec nie wiem, czy już było:

"Nocny kamboj"- Jacek Kaczmarski

Kiedy kamboj nie ma konia,
Kiedy kamboj nie ma konia,
Nie wie po co żyje, po co jest.
Kiedy kamboj nie ma konia,
Kiedy kamboj nie ma konia,
Nie wie po co żyje, po co je-
Jedź do miasta wielkiego,
Do wielkiego miasta jedź,
Tam kambojom bez konia łatwiej żyć,
Zapytają cię ludzie -
Gdzie jest twój koń
Powiedz by się nie przy****alali doń.
Zapytają cię ludzie -
Gdzie jest twój koń
Powiedz by się nie przy****alali doń.

O, łen de kamboj hez noł horsez,
Łen de kamboj hez noł horsez,
Hi daznt noł tu bi or not tu bi.
Łen de kamboj hez noł horsez,
Łen de kamboj hez noł horsez,
Hi daznt noł tu bi or not tu bi.
Lets goł tu big siti,
Tu big siti lets goł
Zer łiwałt horses izjer tu liw.
End wej łil ask ju
Wer iz jor hors
End ju anser "Kis maj as"
End wej łil ask ju
Wer iz jor hors
End ju anser "Kis maj as"

Niet łoszadi u kamboja,
Niet łoszadi u kamboja,
On nie znajet kak jemu żyt'
Niet łoszadi u kamboja,
Niet łoszadi u kamboja,
On nie znajet kak jemu żyt'
Ujezżaj w balszoj gorad,
W balszoj gorad ujezżaj,
Tam kambojom bez łoszadi liegczie żyt'
Budu sprasziwat' ludi -
Gdzie łoszad' twaja,
Niet łoszadi, nit szczastia ni c**ja.
Budut sprasziwat' ludi -
Gdzie łoszad' twaja,
Niet łoszadi, ni szczastia ni c**ja.

Kiedy aktor nie ma rola,
Kiedy aktor nie ma rola,
Nie wie, po co żyje, po co jest.
Kiedy aktor nie ma roli,
Kiedy aktor nie ma roli,
Lub gdy rolę swą spi****li
Nie wie, po co żyje, po co jest
Jedź do miasta małego,
Do małego miasta - Uć,
Tam aktorom bez rola łatwiej żyć.
Zapytają koledzy - gdzie sukces twój,
"Sukces mój, biznes mój
I taki..."
Zapytają koledzy - gdzie sukces twój,
"Sukces mój, biznes mój
I..."

[Dr.Agon]

Fort Minor- Remember the name

You ready?! Lets go!
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon!)

[Chorus]
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!

Mike! - He doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But f**k em, he knows the code
It's not about the salary
It's all about reality and making some noise
Makin the story - makin sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Tak's pickin it up! let's go!

Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leavin them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given to him despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a livin from writin raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never askin for someone's help, to get some respect
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist

It's just twenty percent skill
Eighty percent fear
Be one hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill
Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames
And I heard him wreckin with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game"
Came back dropped Megadef, took em to church
I like bleach man, why you have the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody be givin him guest spots
His stock's through the roof I heard he f**kin with S. Dot!

[Chorus]

They call him Ryu The Sick
And he's spittin fire with Mike
Got him out the dryer he's hot
Found him in Fort Minor with Tak
Been a f**kin annihilist porcupine
He's a prick, he's a cock
The type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get shot
Eight years in the makin, patiently waitin to blow
Now the record with Shinoda's takin over the globe
He's got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dope
You wont believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat

Tak! - He's not your everyday on the block
He knows how to work with what he's got
Makin his way to the top
People think its a common owners name
People keep askin him was it given at birth
Or does it stand for an acronym?
No he's livin proof, Got him rockin the booth
He'll get you buzzin quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
Dedicated to what they doin give a hundred percent

Forget Mike - Nobody really knows how or why he works so hard
It seems like he's never got time
Because he writes every note and he writes every line
And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind
It's like a design is written in his head every time
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
And those motherf**kers he runs with, those kids that he signed?
Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?!

[Chorus - repeat 2x]

[Outro - Mike Shinoda]
Yeah! Fort Minor
M. Shinoda - Styles of Beyond
Ryu! Takbir! Machine Shop!

[Nehan]

nie chciało mi się tyle czytać
wolę coś prostego, choć oblanego ciepłem poezji
np swansów

You're My Father
I Obey You
I Want You To Be My Father
I Want You To Be My Father
You Know What I Am
You Know What I Am
I Want You To Kill Me
I'm Weak:
Take What's Mine
Make Me Feel Good
Make Me Feel Soft
Come Into My Room
Put Your Hands On My Throat
Now Choke Me
We'll Die
Make Me Nothing
Make Me Nothing
Be My Father
Be My Father
Think For Me
Make It Right
Think For Me
Make It Right
Put Your Hands On My Throat
Choke Me
We'll Ride