”Jitnicerul oftă. Parcă poţi ceti în sufletul femeiesc? În asemenea suflet se pot găsi întortocheri ciudate. E cu putinţă orice. E cu putinţă să-l iubească chiar pe el. S-a văzut de multe ori asta. Îl îndepărtează, ca să se întoarcă asupra ei cu mai multă suferinţă de dragoste.” Mihail Sadoveanu, ”Frații Jderi”, vol. II
Pietre-n cale, mereu pietre Nimeni, beznă, nu mă îndreaptă Până la tine nicio piatră Nu mai vrea să-mi fie treapă Până la tine nicio piatră Nu mai vrea să-mi fie treapă. Pietre sunt și iarăși pietre Pe poteca mea de dor Greu se lasă, greu se lasă Dumnezeul pietrelor Greu se lasă, greu se lasă Dumnezeul pietrelor. Lung e drumul, ceasul lung Rogu-mă, mă rog într-una Noaptea să-mi ajute luna Până la tine să ajung Doar pentru utilizare non-comercială. Date de la: versuri.ro
She’s got a dirty mouth Tastes so clean with every taste of me You know that every single thing she does Does for me, because it’s what I’m dreaming of And she likes to take her time More than fortunate, form of torture And she likes to touch and tease It’s always fun for me it’s always unbelievable You and me, sitting in a tree F-U-C-K-I-N-G She’ll do any naughty thing I want My baby she’s up for anything I wanna do She’s a giver and it gets her off My baby, she’s into everything I wanna do If it was on TV, or ever in a magazine She could take a fantasy and make it a reality She delivers every dirty thought My baby, she’s into everything I wanna do And she knows every spot Exactly where it’s at, and she could draw a map I tell you Her […]
Never made it as a wise man I couldn’t cut it as a poor man stealing Tired of living like a blind man I’m sick of sight without a sense of feeling And this is how you remind me This is how you remind me of what I really am This is how you remind me of what I really am It’s not like you to say sorry I was waiting on a different story This time I’m mistaken For handing you a heart worth breaking And I’ve been wrong, I’ve been down Been to the bottom of every bottle These five words in my head Scream, „Are we having fun yet?” Yet, yet, yet, no, no Yet, yet, yet, no, no It’s not like you didn’t know that I said, „I love you” and I swear I still do And it must have been so bad ‘Cause living with […]
My tea’s gone cold, I’m wondering why I got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can’t see at all And even if I could, it’d all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that it’s not so bad It’s not so bad I drank too much last night, got bills to pay My head just feels in pain I missed the bus and there’ll be hell today I’m late for work again And even if I’m there, they’ll all imply That I might not last the day And then you call me And it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad And I want to thank you For giving me the best day of my life Oh, just to be with you Is having the best day of my life Push the door, I’m home at last And […]
I’m looking at you through the glass Don’t know how much time has passed Oh God, it feels like forever But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home Sitting all alone inside your head ‘Cause I’m looking at you through the glass Don’t know how much time has passed All I know is that it feels like forever But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home Sitting all alone inside your head How do you feel? That is the question But I forget, you don’t expect an easy answer When something like a soul becomes initialized And folded up like paper dolls and little notes You can’t expect a bit of hope So while you’re outside looking in, describing what you see Remember, what you’re staring at is me ‘Cause I’m looking at you through the glass Don’t know how much time has passed […]
”După ce-i trecu această fierbinţeală a mâniei, se simţi cu mult mai împovărat de dragoste pentru cele două frunzuţe de leuştean şi cei doi cercei de smaragd. Înţeleptul nu se supără, îşi făcu el socoteală; înţelep¬tul râde şi aşteaptă.” Mihail Sadoveanu, ”Frații Jderi”, vol. II
”Cinstite comise Manole, domnia ta ce¬teşti bine deşi nu cunoşti meşteşugul cărţii. S-a dat de mult poruncă voievozilor : că cel ce vrea să fie mai mare peste alţii, să fie sluga tuturor. Prostimea credea la Bizanţ că împăratul său nu face alta decât mănâncă şi doarme. Iar boierii noştri, care sânt destul de ageri, cred că luminăţia sa îi ceartă cu ură. Adevărat că fagure de miere sânt cu¬vintele bune şi dulceaţa lor e tămăduirea sufletelor; dar stăpânitorului, pe lângă limbă dulce, i s-a dat şi sabie.” Mihail Sadoveanu, ”Frații Jderi”, vol. II
Wish I was too dead to cry My self-affliction fades Stones to throw at my creator Masochists to which I cater You don’t need to bother I don’t need to be I’ll keep slipping farther But once I hold on I won’t let go ‘til it bleeds Wish I was too dead to care If indeed I cared at all Never had a voice to protest So you fed me shit to digest I wish I had a reason My flaws are open season For this, I gave up trying One good turn deserves my dying You don’t need to bother I don’t need to be I’ll keep slipping farther But once I hold on I won’t let go ‘til it bleeds Wish I’d died instead of lived A zombie hides my face Shell forgotten with its memories Diaries left with cryptic entries And you don’t need to bother I […]
Atom bombs, something’s wrong D.E.A sent to Guam Acid trips, big fat chicks Purple Flintstone vitamins All the needy, rich are greedy I find out you don’t need me Berlin Wall starts to fall I trip out to the wall Hooray, hoorah Hooray, hoorah Hooray, hoorah Hooray, hoorah Hooray, hoorah Hooray, hoorah Hooray, hoorah Hooray, hoorah You think I’m stupid? Stay out of my way You think I’m stupid? Ku Klux Klan makes a plan To destroy the black man Air pollution, no solution What is causing this confusion? Anarchism, satanism Anti-christ, socialism A man’s brain is deranged So we think he’s insane Hooray, hoorah Hooray, hoorah Hooray, hoorah Hooray, hoorah Hooray, hoorah Hooray, hoorah Hooray, hoorah Hooray, hoorah You think I’m stupid? Stay out of my way You think I’m stupid? Atom bombs, something’s wrong D.E.A sent to Guam Acid trips, big fat chicks Purple Flintstone vitamins All the […]
Closing time, open all the doors And let you out into the world Closing time, turn all of the lights on Over every boy and every girl Closing time, one last call for alcohol So, finish your whiskey or beer Closing time, you don’t have to go home But you can’t stay here I know who I want to take me home I know who I want to take me home I know who I want to take me home Take me home Closing time, time for you to go out To the places you will be from Closing time, this room won’t be open Till your brothers or your sisters come So, gather up your jackets, move it to the exits I hope you have found a friend Closing time, every new beginning Comes from some other beginning’s end, yeah I know who I want to take me home […]
Ooh, ooh Ooh I will not make the same mistakes that you did I will not let myself cause my heart so much misery I will not break the way you did, you fell so hard I’ve learned the hard way to never let it get that far Because of you, I never stray too far from the sidewalk Because of you, I learned to play on the safe side, so I don’t get hurt Because of you, I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me Because of you, I am afraid I lose my way, and it’s not too long before you point it out I cannot cry, because I know that’s weakness in your eyes I’m forced to fake a smile, a laugh, every day of my life My heart can’t possibly break when it wasn’t even whole to start with Because of […]
Massive Attack – ”Flat of the blade” (versuri/lyrics): I’m not good in a crowd I’ve got skills I can’t speak of Things I’ve seen will chase me to the grave I’m not good in a crowd I’ve got skills I can’t speak of over there Things that I’ve seen will chase me to the grave Led with your hands tied, fed to the sand flies Stumble the dunes, complain to the moon Backs to the wheel, there’s granite to shove Take it, they give it, so rivet for rivet I will build for my family a bulletproof roof How does it feel, the weight of the steel The weight of the steel of the flat of the blade How does it feel to kneel at the feet To kneel at the feet of the choices you’ve made I’m not good in a crowd I’ve got skills I can’t speak of […]
I will be waiting With a song in my soul A fortunate weakling Which I have foretold He raises his arms tied Above the oppressed Singing his sweet song His melody opens up the sun Freedom rain God has come The rivers of blood Pushed back in my veins She sleeps with her eyes closed To dream of the past Her mind has gone blind now While her memory closes up the sun Freedom rain God has come The rivers of blood Pushed back in my veins Hoo, hoo Hoo, hoo Yeah I will be waiting With a song in my soul A fortunate weakling Which I have foretold Hoo Compozitori: Chester Bennington, Esjay Jones, Mace Beyers, Sean C. Dowdell, Bobby Benish. Doar pentru utilizare non-comercială. Date de la: Musixmatch
I got a long way to go and a long memory I been searching for an answer, always just out of reach Blood on the floor, sirens repeat I been searching for the courage to face my enemies When they turn down the lights I hear my battle symphony, all the world in front of me If my armor breaks, I’ll fuse it back together Battle symphony, please, just don’t give up on me And my eyes are wide awake for my battle symphony For my battle symphony They say that I don’t belong, say that I should retreat That I’m marching to the rhythm of a lonesome defeat But the sound of your voice puts the pain in reverse No surrender, no illusions and for better or worse When they turn down the lights I hear my battle symphony, all the world in front of me If my armor […]
