| Arunson
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2007-08-27 23:38:59 | 10. |
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tudom kire gondolsz de nekem sem jut eszembe...pedig itt van...áááááááááááááááá
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| hajnalige
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2007-08-27 23:28:45 | 9. |
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pákó már inkább filmsztár
láttam egy werket, hajam edobtam
pákó, cili, anettka, győzike, kabbejaasszony egy filmben
ja meg az a izépicsa....
faszomba mááá.. az bugyigyűjtő
nem jut fejembe
Előzmény: Arunson (8.)
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2007-08-27 23:24:05 | 8. |
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én azt nem értem hogy lehet ilyen szar "zenét" szeretni.gyerekek jobbat csinálnak.még a pákóó is jobb nála.meg a csóré béla
Előzmény: hajnalige (7.)
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2007-08-27 22:56:52 | 7. |
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soha nem estem hasra tőle
ecce voltam egy morizon esten amit a földes okádott
hányás volt. akkor valahogy a földes is kesett a kehelyből
Előzmény: Arunson (6.)
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2007-08-27 22:20:39 | 6. |
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nem kár érte.nagyképű faszlé aki rakás ratyli zenét csinált...
Előzmény: hajnalige (5.)
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2007-08-27 21:24:33 | 5. |
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ja ja
morizon meg egy fasszopó, nagyképű drogos geci volt, aki istennek hitte magát.
de csak istenfasza volt
Előzmény: Arunson (4.)
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2007-08-27 21:03:51 | 4. |
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doors 1 nagyrakás....szaaaaaaar.amorphis kámon bébi let máj fájőőőr...na az fasza.de a doors fooooos
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| H.Nóri
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2007-08-27 12:26:21 | 3. |
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én csak 2 számot ismerek, de azokat szeretem 1.számú kedvenc a Light my fire :)
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| Morrisongirl
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2006-03-22 08:39:05 | 2. |
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Úgy látom ide nem ír senki:( Van egy másik Doors-os topic is, én is ott vok. De írok már ide is, hogy ne legyen olyan üres:)
THE CELEBRATION OF THE LIZARD (ABSOLUTELY LIVE album):
Lions in the street and roaming
Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming
A beast cagedin the heart of a city.
The body of his mother
Rotting in the summer ground.
He fled the town.
He went down and crossed the border
Left the chaos and disorder
Back there over his shoulder.
One morning he awoke in a green hotel
With a strange creature groaning beside him
Sweat oozed from its shiny skin.
Is everybody in?
The ceremony is about to begin.
Wake up!
You can't remember where it was
Had this dream stopped?
The snake was pale gold
Glazed & shrunken
We were afraid to touch it.
The sheets were hot dead prisons
& she was beside me.
Old she is not young
Her dark red hair
The white soft skin.
Now run to the mirror in the bathroom. Look!
She is coming in here,
I can't live thru each slow century of her moving.
I let my cheek slide down
The cool smooth tile
Feel the good cold stinging blood
The smooth hissing snakes of rain.
Once I had a little game
I like to crawl back in my brain
I think you know the game I mean
I mean the game called "go insane".
Now you should try this little game
Just close your eyes, forget your name
Forget the world, forget the people
And we'll erect, a different steeple.
The little game, is fun to do.
Just close your eyes, no way to lose,
And I'm right there, I'm going too
Release control, we're breaking through.
Way back deep into the brain
Way back past around my pain
Back where there's any rain.
And the rain falls gently on the town
And on the heads of all of us.
And in the labyrinth of streams
Beneath, the quiet unearthy presence
Of nervous hill dwellers in the gentle hills around,
Reptiles aboudning
Fossils, caves, cool air heights.
Each house repeats a mold
Window rolled
A beast car locked in against morning
All now sleeping
Rugs silent, mirrors vacant,
Dust blind under the beds of lawful couples.
Wound in sheet.
And couples, smug
With semen eyes in their nipples.
Wait! There's been a slaughter here.
Don't stop to speak or look around
Your gloves & fan are on the ground
We're getting out of town
We're going on the run
And You're the one, I want to come.
Not to touch the earth
Not to seen the sun
Nothing left to do but
Run, run, run,
Let's run. Let's run.
House upon the hill
Moon is lying still
Shadows of the trees
Witnessing the wild breeze
Come on baby, run with me
Let's run.
Run with me, Run with me.
Run with me, Let's run.
The mansion is warm at the top of the hill,
Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
Red are the arms of luxuriand chairs,
And you don't know a thing till you get inside.
Dead President's corpse in the driver's car
The engine run's on glue and tar
Come on along, we're not goin' very far
To the East to meet the Czar.
Run with me, Run with me.
Run with me, Let's run.
Some outlaws live by the side of a lake,
The minister's daughter's in love with the snake,
Who lives in a well by the side of the road
Wake up girl, we're almost home!
Sun, sun, sun,
Burn, burn, bur,
Moon, moon, moon,
I will get you,
Soon, soon, soon!
I am the Lizard King
I can do anything.
We came down
The rivers & highways
We came down from
Forests & falls.
We came down
From Carson & Springfield
We came down from
Phoenix enthralled.
& I can tell you
The names of the Kingdom
I can tell you
The things that you know.
Listenig for a fistful of silence
Climbing valleys into the shade.
For seven years I dwelt
In the loose palace of exile,
Playing strange games
With the girls of the island.
Now I have come again
To the land of the fair, & the strong, & the wise.
Brothers & sisters of the pale forest
Children of night
Who amoung you will run with the hunt?
Now night arrives with her purple legion
Retire now to your tents & to your dreams,
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth.
I want to be ready.
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| Morrisongirl
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2006-03-17 12:16:18 | 1. |
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IMÁDOM EZT A BANDÁT!!!! Jim a király!!!
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