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blink 182

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¬торник, 14 јпрел€ 2009 г. 11:17 + в цитатник
 (348x350, 14Kb)ќ да!!!! € рада! очень рада!!! снова,снова вместе!!! да панк..да попса...обожаю..похер..ваще..пр€м счастлива...уихууу.... " Hi. We're blink-182. This past week thereТve been a lot of questions about the current status of the band, and we wanted you to hear it straight from us. To put it simply, We're back. We mean, really back. Picking up where we left off and then some. In the studio writing and recording a new album. Preparing to tour the world yet again. Friendships reformed. 17 years deep in our legacy."
Blink 182

еще иесли летом приедут....боже боже боже...иду сто процентов...аааа......
если они собрались...быть можжет исистема тоже...надежда живет...

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Gorgoroth - Carving a giant

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grind

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Beautiful

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музобзор

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„етверг, 26 ‘еврал€ 2009 г. 11:57 + в цитатник
In Flames - melody dethmetal-dethcore

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Line-up
Jesper Strömblad Ц Guitars
Björn Gelotte Ц Guitars
Anders Fridén Ц Vocals
Peter Iwers Ц Bass Guitar
Daniel Svensson Ц Drums

…еспер —трЄмблад (экс-Ceremonial Oath, Dimension Zero, HammerFall, Sinergy) Ч гитара (с 1990), ударные, клавишные (1990Ч1995)
Ѕьорн …елотте Ч гитара (с 1998), ударные (1995Ч1998)
јндерс ‘риден (экс-Dark Tranquillity и Ceremonial Oath) Ч вокал (с 1995)
ѕетер »верс Ч бас (с 1997)
ƒаниэль —венссон (Sacrilege) Ч ударные (с 1998)

—тудийные альбомы
1995 The Jester Race
1997 Whoracle
1999 Colony
2000 Clayman
2002 Reroute to Remain
2004 Soundtrack to Your Escape
2006 Come Clarity
2008 A Sense of Purpose
—инглы
2002 Cloud Connected
2004 The Quiet Place
2007 Abnegation
EP
1994 Subterranean
1997 Black-Ash Inheritance
2003 Trigger Nuclear
2006 Come Clarity
2008 The Mirrors Truth
 онцертные альбомы
2000 The Tokyo Showdown (live)
1999 Live In Gothenburg
2001 Popstad Gothenburg (Live Bootleg)
—борники
2005 Used & Abused In Live We Trust
ƒемо
1993 ƒемо







Napalm Death - grindcore




Line-up

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—тудийные альбомы
1987 Ч Scum
1988 Ч From Enslavement to Obliteration
1989 - Mentally Murdered
1990 Ч Harmony Corruption
1992 Ч Utopia Banished
1994 Ч Fear, Emptiness, Despair
1996 Ч Diatribes
1997 Ч Inside the Torn Apart
1998 Ч Words from the Exit Wound
2000 Ч Enemy of the Music Business
2002 Ч Order of the Leech
2004 Ч Leaders Not Followers: Part 2
2005 Ч The Code Is Red...Long Live the Code
2006 Ч Smear Campaign
2009 Ч Time Waits For No Slave

 онцертные альбомы
1989 Ч The Peel Sessions
1990 Ч Live Corruption
1998 Ч Bootlegged in Japan
2003 Ч Punishment in Capitals












Suicide Silence - dethcore

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Mitch lucker Ч вокал
Chris Garza Ч электрогитара
Mark Heylmun Ч электрогитара
Mike Bodkins Ч бас-гитара
Alex Lopez Ч ударные

2005 Ч Suicide Silence EP
2006 Ч Pre- Prod. Demo
2006 Ч Suicide Silence &. Faceless, The & Carol Ann - (3 way split)
2007 Ч The Cleansing






The Black Dahlia Murder - Deathcore / Melody Death Metal
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Current members
Trevor Strnad − vocals (2000-present)
Brian Eschbach − guitar, vocals (2000-present)
Ryan Knight - guitar (Arsis) (2008-present)
Ryan "Bart" Williams− bass (Atrium) (2005-present)
Shannon Lucas − drums (2006-present)
Demos and EPs
What a Horrible Night to Have a Curse − Demo (2001)
A Cold-Blooded Epitaph − EP (2002)
Demo 2002 - Demo (2002)

Studio albums
Unhallowed (2003)
Miasma (2005)
Nocturnal (2007)
Singles
"Contagion"
"Funeral Thirst"
"A Vulgar Picture"
"Miasma"
"Statutory Ape"
"What a Horrible Night to Have a Curse"
"Everything Went Black"










System of A Down - alternative-metal

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јльбомы
System of a Down (LP, 30 июн€ 1998) Ч платиновый
Toxicity (LP, 4 сент€бр€ 2001) Ч трижды платиновый
Steal This Album! (LP, 26 но€бр€ 2002) Ч платиновый
Mezmerize (LP, 17 ма€ 2005) Ч платиновый
Hypnotize (LP, 22 но€бр€ 2005) Ч платиновый

—инглы
1999: Sugar E.P.
2000: Spiders
2001: Johnny
2001: Chop Suey!
2001: Toxicity
2002: Aerials
2005: B.Y.O.B.
2005: Question!
2005: Hypnotize
2006: Lonely Day



Daron Malakian (ƒарон ћалак€н)- гитара, бэк-вокал
Serj Tankian (—ерж “анк€н)-вокал
Shavarsh "Shavo" Odadjian (Ўаварш "Ўаво" ќдадж€н)- басгитара
John Dolmayan (ƒжон ƒолма€н)- ударные













Skindred - Ragga Metal


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Benji Webbe Ч vocals
Mikey Demus Ч guitar
Dan Pugsley Ч bass
Arya Goggin Ч drums
Matthew McCollough Ч synthetic mandolin


Studio A
2002 Babylon
2007 Roots Rock Riot








Bob Marley - Reggae


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Soul Rebels (1970)
African Gerbsman (1973)
Caich A Fire (1973)
Burnin (1973)
Natty Dread (1974)
Rasta Revolution (1974)
Rastaman Vibration (1976)
Exodus Movement Of Jan People(1977)
Kaya (1978)
Survival (1979)
Uprising (1980)
Legend Remix Edition (2002)









Bring Me The Horizone - Deathcore

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Oliver Sykes - вокал
Lee Malia - гитара
Curtis Ward - гитара
Matt Kean - бас
Matt Nicholls Ц ударные



Count Your Blessings-2006
Suicide Season -2008











Scars on broadway - alternative

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ƒарон ћалак€н - √лавный вокал, гитара
ƒжон ƒолма€н - Ѕарабаны
‘рэнки ѕерез - √итара, бэк-вокал
ƒэнни Ўамоун -  лавишные
ƒоминик —ифарелли - Ѕас-гитара

2003 Ч Ghetto Blaster Rehearsals (ƒемо)
2008 Ч Scars on Broadway














Damian Marley - Rap, Hih- Hop, Reggae
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Mr. Marley (1996)
Halfway Tree (2001)
Welcome To Jamrock (2005)









Sandra Nasic -



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Signal - 2007










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—реда, 21 январ€ 2009 г. 11:30 + в цитатник
1. Everything Went Black

Crawling the walls through every crack and crevice
teems blackness washing over the windowpanes painting the buildings in between
creeping down the alley ways consuming every street
soundless swarm of nothingness sure to doom us all

pulling screaming earthlings into its toothless jaws
endlessly beginning spreading with no sign of stop
horror of horrors truly maddening in size
running just prolongs the end inevitably it strides

where has it come from? how can it be stopped?
so quickly we're to meet our end our empire we have lost
karmatic Armageddon no religion could foresee
a planet once forsaken not even a memory

streetlights bend into the void cars enveloped whole
darkness deeper than a blindman's sleep soon to paint the world
insatiable its hunger it drinks the sea without a belch
stretching to the other side where it is sure to meet itself

unearthly vacuum devouring the hourglass now empty
its time to say goodbye watching your life flash before mortal eyes
terror fills your heart screams of anguish greet your ears
living death voracious insidious impervious to damage we are slaughtered as if lambs.


2. What A Horrible Night To Have A Curse

This twisted wretched place shadowed by the utmost darks of hell
in dreams of black beyond the bounds of a withered witch's spell
where the doors surely are locked when the sun threatens to wane
where shamblers dwell in dim moon light beyond the warmth of day

liars line the roads at dawn watchful eyes are upon you held
sacred weapons to the sacred revealed to be unleashed upon the council of hell
blood flows down the streets at night where wolves cry out for flesh
where a horrible curse taints the woodlands nearby with the forms of the walking dead

unholy inversion of hope twisting the faith of the meek into hate
driven insane by the dark one to bring forth the foul biddings he speaks
the undead are among us at dawn they shrink back to their silken beds
they dance by night and drink the blood of a child's broken neck

his spires are growing taller still their shadows stretching throughout the land
freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man

into the tower never go the horrors multiply
gears can mince the strongest ones leaving heroes paralyzed
the rivers flow with poison the sands swallow you whole
the ghouls that roam this darkened wood are thirsting for your throat


3. Virally Yours

The sound of vomiting to my ears like singing
now I am beginning to become erect
with illness I am obsessed in the beds of the fallen I rest
a fixation amplified the smell here is what I like best

feverishly vombing the buckets of waste wrapping myself in the filth-ridden sheets
raping the shells of the comatose to fulfill my needs

photographing bedsores cultured by my sick neglect
it's more than a job it's a love for me to walk this close with death
when you hear a flat line you know surely I'll be near
to when the reaper's sickle is drawn I am ever aware

I wish I could pull these strings in death there are finer things
malpractice forever be my bitter name

how quickly life does fade away
but a flip of the river mans coin
could send you screaming to your grave

grief stricken family watches on ceaseless prayers for an only son
"I'm afraid that nothing can be done" the moment has finally come
the wrath of a god exemplified to the pearly gates he'll soon arrive
to leave here his husk in this room of white I'm quivering at thought

pull the plug I'm begging you take the ride to the cold and blue
the reapers yellowed lichen fingers aims ever so true
the orgins of disease to be witnessed in my dreams
the flooding of the blackest blood to quence my fetid needs


4. I Worship Only What You Bleed

Oh its flowing through me combusting with contempt
rationality abandoning chemically lead astray
stepping outside the confines of this circle bane of society become
I'm about to cross the line and take a life nothing can stop me now

murderous functioning an animal within me speaks
nothing but blood could satisfy these carnal needs

I am your master superior I reign
poised just above you on this death distorted chain

the need to kill transcends temptation I'm sick and in need of blood
withdrawals haunt me taunt me sickly baiting my deeds can never be undone

I am your shepherd cloaked in obscenity heed
these sickening words I worship only what you bleed
I am your master superior I reign
poised just above you on death distorted chain


5. Nocturnal

Between the lies our dead language tongues
before the dawns our hearts they shall hunt
the smell of blood excites the nostrils
at first cut the sanguinary worship of red

spraying punctures a sight so divine
clutching her carcass face frozen in time
a distorted dialect for the draining of veins
to the flooding of bed sheets with sick crimson rain

a warped diction of scriputres befouled
traditions steeped within disgraces reviled
father unholy one to your night realm we bow
nocturnal majesty sworn to black we'll always be

damnation's diction a deadly disclosure
our poisons in their goblets drip
how perfectly hideous so eloquently scribed
each scripture so skillfully sick

parchments scabbed over with plasmatic prose
prophesize permanent night
the words of sheer blackness paint ebony my soul
and bestow me with infernal might

a warped diction of scriptures befouled
traditions steeped within disgraces reviled
father unholy one to your night realm we bow
nocturnal majesty sworn to black we'll always be
hatred and persistence destined to see
a complete eclipse of that hated sphere the sun

by the light unspoken
this language of brutality
enraptured I have become unholy
nights arms welcome me


6. Deathmask Divine

removal of the eyes gives my heart a saddened chill
I preserve them in formaldehyde
to gaze upon at will
how their greenish flecks befill me
that starlit winters night
how I lost all that I ever was
while locked within their sight
before you sits a broken man
your fragile pinkish heart in hand
peculiar how it can hurt so bad
while love is only in the mind
I sew the gaping chestwork
each thread is made with love
the bosom where I would rest my face
is covered in your blood
no
this is not the end
you'll live on eternally
oh
lord its not the end
my secret you'll forever be
I interrupt this transformation
a familiar lust swelling in me
a long and soulful kiss
the shades are drawn the living world cant see
the coil of entrails
how curious the smell
so pungent to my eager nostrils
hands further compelled
no
no its not the end
forever you'll be in my arms
I could never let you go
my darling cold and blue
I wonder are you dreaming still
spread eagle blood removed
I weave the sucking trocar
beneath your bruising skin
tonight I'll lay beside you darling in necromantic sin
pinned to the bed sheets like a prized butterfly
you're mine
I hear your voice so precious echoing deeply inside
I did my best to love you
while you did live and breathe
this tender taxidermy
trophy of the bereaved


7. Of Darkness Spawned

pretenders to the throne kneel before him
appalling wretched demon king
praise be to us his children
spawns of evils reckoning
doomed from the inception
claiming fire as our home
licked by flames our steel grows
stronger to be honed in hate forevermore
a hellish scorn quickly approaches violent climax
infernal legions the time nears when we'll strike
shadows serving to enshroud us
our blackened hearts
those forgotten looming just beyond their sight
the blood of pariahs through our veins
sin and hell our mainstay
forever to remain
o to ye wicked ones
and o to blood a reapers song
demons born of mans sickest desire
those of the darkness spawned
fires of hell I stoke thee high
through the open gates ever so wide
bury me in sin
the daggers have been raised
now lets begin
the margins of sanity blur into night
as one will move beyond the light
murder effortlessly
without a tear
our motives to them never clear
damn this liars world
we are the truth you've all awaited
impaling holy fallacy
the filthy blood of Christian seed
akin to the looming the serpent
we've patiently anticipated
the time
to rise
is upon us
my lord I kneel before you now paint me bloody red
bathing in blasphemy I beat the path that's traveled less
the forgotten your minions our souls of black
we are thousands in the darkness waiting to attack
infernal legions their heads shall be your prize
trophies to our dominions of conquests only fantasized
o to ye wicked ones
and o to blood a reapers song
demons born of mans sickest desire
those of the darkness spawned
fires of hell I stoke thee high
through the open gates ever so wide
bury me in sin
the daggers have been raised
o the dance of death she's a sweet one
to victory we shall drink


8. Climactic Degradation

Devastate leave them weeping in your wake a family's broken dreams with
gloved hand I separate mutilate them carve them up bring them to their knees
the powers of a knife at hand if it breathes it fucking bleeds mankind end
time disgusted with this race I pluck them from the universe pawns in my
favorite game cut them all down completely randomized never a clue nor a
trace is left identity disguised I measure joy in suffering with a rope and
blade I maim humiliate these fallen souls this earth of sick disgrace
climactic degradation rapture in blood achieved suffocate them rip them rape
them make them fucking scream orgasmic mutilation on terror I do feed
annihilate this bastard race I'll make them bleed for me I'm taking you down
with me into this hell of hells stabbed in the throat sputtering blood my
need is never quelled you must stand here before me my judgement ends in
death I stand above your broken bodies face speckled in red how sweet it is
to revel in your flesh I won't stop until the last is dead


9. To A Breathless Oblivion

the chair's been kicked a rope tied to the rafters
blue faced and broken necked I sigh
relieving my vision from the sick mocking stare
of that hated sun burning the sky
slumped like a headless scarecrow
cold and limp against the wall
blood paints a pattern of rorschach's design
thawing the winter that burdens this heart
shit stained and shameful
an exit in disgrace
not a splash but just a ripple left
I end this life in vain
in vain
in the dead of the darkness I breach the still lake
toward the reflection of the moon
the night colored liquid arresting my lungs
finally at peace in this watery tomb
destroy this fragile body
to be gorged upon by worms
not a splash just a ripple is left
in the wake of my merciless scorn
beyond those cursed stars above
lies the answer that I seek
on the backs of bullets rides my name
longing to kiss my cheek
resentfully decline
retire this hated life
without guilt I break these veins
carved with salvation's knife
turn not away avert not your face
this is how it was meant to be
in silence found hanging there 'bove a pool of waste
the beauteous workings of mortality
no one can truly touch another parallel never to cross
pointless fumbling sad mistake only capable of pain


10. Warborn

amidst a swirling din of smoke and screaming
on the battlefield born reared on the teat of my dead mother war
hardened to stone through abuse mocked beaten and scorned
a bayonet severed umbilical cord
the wind sings its sweet lullaby through
a black and hollowed ribcage
I'm to die in battle divine with the flames as my grave
this realm of inhuman carnage
where the blood eternally rains
to my brothers who've fallen before me
I will walk with you again
This is my demented playground
the horizon is howling ablaze
a skeletal village illuminates the sky
as fire destroys their grains
with glee I rape and torture
my pleasure is inflicting pain
with a vigor unholy ill fight to my doom
till I've vanquished the Christian's gods ways
oh it must be such a different world
to which those on the outside exist
at least I know who loves me here
no delusions all weakness dismissed
an era of inhuman tragedy
to be ushered by my iron hand
the ovens bellowed to crematory highs
to dispose of the god fearing man
the wind sings its sweet lullaby through
a black and hollowed ribcage
I'm to die in battle divine with the flames as my grave
this realm of inhuman carnage
where the blood eternally rains
to my brothers who've fallen before me
I will walk with you again

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еще вот что хочу...

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¬торник, 20 январ€ 2009 г. 14:42 + в цитатник
хочу басгитару черную матовую..и научитьс€ играть)))
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¬торник, 13 январ€ 2009 г. 14:21 + в цитатник
suicide silence...а когда то сказала глупость....это не [шум]
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ѕонедельник, 14 »юл€ 2008 г. 11:28 + в цитатник

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ѕонедельник, 14 »юл€ 2008 г. 11:25 + в цитатник

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ну вот..наверно новый клип скарсов...кусооочек!)) ага)

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ѕ€тница, 11 »юл€ 2008 г. 20:17 + в цитатник
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Dethklok

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¬оскресенье, 20 январ€ 2008 г. 23:07 + в цитатник
¬от они какие по насто€щему))) хыхыхы

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мо € ЋёЅќ¬№!!!
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смешнули)))бхахахаххаха умирала от смеха....
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тупые...но смешно))
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√ќЋќ—ј √≈–ќ≈¬ ќ«¬”„»¬јё“....

Musician cameos
James Hetfield of Metallica, ("The Curse of Dethklok") Ц "Goat," ("Birthdayface" or "Happy Dethday") Ц "Sniper," ("Dethtroll") Ц "Mustakrakish," ("Dethkomedy") Ц "Lorkey" (the sailor) ("Dethecution") - "Inmate"
Kirk Hammett of Metallica, ("The Curse of Dethklok") Ц "Two-Fingered Fan," ("Birthdayface" or "Happy Dethday") Ц "Queen of Denmark," ("Dethtroll") Ц "Barkeep"
Jeff Loomis of Nevermore, ("Performance Klok") Ц "Murderface's Dad"
Steve Smyth of Nevermore, ("Snakes 'n' Barrels") Ц "Snizzy Snazz Bullets"
Warrel Dane of Nevermore, ("Snakes 'n' Barrels") Ц "Sammy Candynose Twinskins"
King Diamond of King Diamond and Mercyful Fate, ("Skwisklok") Ц "Ronald Von Monoldburg," ("Murdering Outside The Box") Ц "Employee 421," ("Go Forth and Die") - "Dimmu Burger Manager," ("Bluesklok") - "The Devil"
Michael Amott former guitarist of Carcass and currently in Arch Enemy, ("Snakes 'n' Barrels") Ц "Antonio Tony DiMarco Thunderbottom"
George "Corpsegrinder" Fisher former vocalist of Monstrosity currently in Cannibal Corpse and also in Paths of Possession, ("Go Forth and Die") Ц "Dimmu Burger Customer," ("Bluesklok") Ц "Depressed Fool's Cap Hippie"; ("Dethkids") "Football Player"; ("The Metalocalypse Has Begun", "Dethvengence") "216's Brother/Metal-masked Assassin"
Emilie Autumn (solo artist), ("Dethharmonic") Ц All violins (as "played" by the London Philharmonic Orchestra)
War of Apocalyptic Visions, (Guest vocals), ("Metalocalypse Television Commercial")
Silenoz of Dimmu Borgir, ("Dethecution") Ц "Aftermath Person With No Arms"
Mike Keneally, ("Dethecution") - "Condemned Prisoners", "Barbecue Dad"
ICS Vortex of Dimmu Borgir ("Dethdoubles") - "Nathan's Double"
Trym Torson of Zyklon and Emperor ("Dethfashion") -
Ihsahn of Emperor ("Dethfashion") - "Eric Von Weichlinghammer"
Samoth of Zyklon and Emperor ("Dethfashion") -
Devin Townsend of Strapping Young Lad and The Devin Townsend Band ("Cleanzo") - "Bink Bonk Blammymatazz"

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When all is said AND done

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¬торник, 11 ƒекабр€ 2007 г. 22:47 + в цитатник
Blindness feeds the world to madness
Faith's crumbling, there's no doubt about it
Religion and science fighting a new kind of war

Helpless - wander the streets in desperation
Fearless - to the path they tread
Shameless - the powers that butcher
Ignorant to the deeds that they commit

When all is said and done
Heaven lies in my heart
No slave to beliefs that propagate pain
When all is said and done
Heaven lies in our hearts
This life is a gift to be lived and loved

Fracturing the structure of nature
Iconic catalysts to slaughter
A stalemate bursting bound by contradictions

Heartless - divine blueprints of hatred
Selfless - Diseased masterplans
Shameless - the powers that butcher
Ignorant to the deeds that they commit

Decoded treachery shielding the tyranny
Black Bible tyrants behind masks of righteousness
Relentless - the onslaught of misunderstanding
Descending into a unified chaos

One more chance for a shot at redemption
Lost within, can we summon the might?

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ыыы...песнка така€ мила€!!! иведь именно такое состо€ние у мен€!!!!

ƒневник

„етверг, 15 Ќо€бр€ 2007 г. 19:45 + в цитатник
¬ колонках играет - тишина...се бегают орут!!!
Ќастроение сейчас - как в песне!)

I'm sitting here in the boring room
It's just another rainy Sunday afternoon
I'm wasting my time
I got nothing to do
I'm hanging around
I'm waiting for you
But nothing ever happens and I wonder

I'm driving around in my car
I'm driving too fast
I'm driving too far
I'd like to change my point of view
I feel so lonely
I'm waiting for you
But nothing ever happens and I wonder

I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me about the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree
I'm turning my head up and down
I'm turning turning turning turning turning around
And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree

Sing
Da-da-da-da-da-di-da-da
Da-da-da-da-di-da-da
Da-di-di-da

I'm sitting here
I miss the power
I'd like to go out taking a shower
But there's a heavy cloud inside my head
I feel so tired
Put myself into bed
While nothing ever happens and I wonder

Isolation is not good for me
Isolation I don't want to sit on the lemon-tree

I'm steppin' around in the desert of joy
Baby anyhow I'll get another toy
And everything will happen and you wonder

I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree
I'm turning my head up and down
I'm turning turning turning turning turning around
And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree
And I wonder, wonder

I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see, and all that I can see, and all that I can see
Is just a yellow lemon-tree



Music:Fool's Garden

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msc

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ѕ€тница, 26 ќкт€бр€ 2007 г. 23:31 + в цитатник
)))
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—реда, 10 ќкт€бр€ 2007 г. 16:20 + в цитатник
ыы..такой клевый тут)
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—реда, 10 ќкт€бр€ 2007 г. 16:16 + в цитатник
ахах!!
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will they die 4 you????

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—уббота, 01 —ент€бр€ 2007 г. 20:51 + в цитатник
Will They Die 4 You?
Yeah

1 - how many niggas that'll die for you
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

How many niggas that'll die for you
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

[puff daddy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, i'mma ride for you, would you ride for me?
Well, i'mma die for you, would you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you type of cats
Let they man get struck, never strike back
Stay in the street, seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid motherfucker wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never sleeps
Bigger than the king and the pope, sling no dope
Call me anything but broke
When it's on, I guarantee my team don't choke
Want a war, you niggas better bring yo' force
And when I say we won't quit, believe this shit
When I talk about a benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my bitch
When puff talk, you niggas take heed to this

Repeat 1

[mase]
Yo, if you down to act, we came to scrap
We beef '89, still watch your back
A nigga smack me, i'mma smack 'em back
If it lead to the guns, then that be that
And lately, niggas that snake me, just make me
Wanna send 'em heat without ac
Thinks I'm sweet, taste me
How much you really want it?
Enough to put a mil' on it or your deal on it?
This year cancun, guess who I'm going wit
My own niggas, see I pay my own trip
Make my own chips, I copped my own 6
I knock my own shit, like I'm on my own dick
My day be short, need coke, raid the fort
I'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the court
And though niggas die for, go on the shelf
Disrespect and spend like a man below your belt
Me, I always had, so I never go for self
Had thousand dollar bills with teddy roosevelt
Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough down
Kick your door down, surround the block
Where you go now?
Fifty shots spit at you and that is not a whole round
Way I leave the furniture, think it was co-found
Here's the low-down, messin' with mase gotta go down
What more could I say but hey, guess you niggas know now

Repeat 1

[lil' kim]
Motherfuckin' right i'mma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs
Bitches ain't around when it's time to go to war
This shit here, nothing to fuck with
I'm the same bitch all y'all wanna try y'all luck with
Lil' kim spread like syphilis
You think I'm pussy?
I dare you to stick your dick in this
Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's ridiculous
Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission
Like e.f. hutton, when I talk, niggas listen
So don't y'all be mad at me, cuz I'm the q to the b
To the motherfuckin' e-e
Copped my cd, now all y'all wanna be me
See me on the tv, beds will dip in 3-d
Peep the cd, chromed out and phoned out
My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out
I gets it on, money keep growin'
Ice fully glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone
In the danger zone, I hold my own when the pain is gone
Like a splinter I enter
So why should I throw my blows in those
Do a bit upstate and take the weight for your troubles
My nigga b.i.g, i'mma ride for
But it ain't too many niggas that I'd die fo

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ѕ€тница, 31 јвгуста 2007 г. 22:32 + в цитатник
¬ колонках играет - систем оф э даун
Ќастроение сейчас - шегарно!))

THIS COCAINE MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I'M ON THIS SONG

There's nothing wrong with me
There's something wrong with you
There's something wrong with me
I hope your stepson doesn't eat the fish
When we're crying for our next fix

There's nothing wrong with me
There's something wrong with you
There's something wrong with me
I hope your stepson doesn't eat the fish
When we're crying for our next fix

Killers never hurt feelings
Killers never hurt feelings
Killers never hurt feelings

Gonorrhea gorgonzola
Gonorrhea gorgonzola
Single files of clean feedings

I can't see your souls through through your eyes
The crying walls of sliding architecture
Kidnapped by the likes of pure conjecture
Upholstery loving men all dwelling in the wells
Kidnapped by the likes of pure conjecture

Killers never hurt feelings
Killers never hurt feelings
Killers never hurt feelings

Gonorrhea gorgonzola
Gonorrhea gorgonzola
Single files of clean feedings

There's nothing wrong with me
There's something wrong with you
Wrong with you and I
When we're crying for our next fix

There's nothing wrong with me
There's something wrong with you
Wrong with you and I
When we're crying for our next fix

Killers never hurt feelings
Killers never hurt feelings
Killers never hurt feelings

Gonorrhea gorgonzola
Gonorrhea gorgonzola
Single files of clean feedings
Single files of clean feedings

There's nothing wrong with me
There's something wrong with you
There's something wrong with me
I hope your stepson doesn't eat the fish
There's nothing wrong with me
There's something wrong with you

There's nothing wrong with me
There's something wrong with you
There's something wrong with me
I hope your stepson doesn't eat the fish
There's nothing wrong with me
There's something wrong with you

Don't eat the fish



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не могла не написать!!)))

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¬оскресенье, 05 јвгуста 2007 г. 18:48 + в цитатник
Do we all learn defeat
From the whores with bad feet
Beat the meat, treat the feet
To the sweet milky seat---перевод!!!



”знаем ли мы,
что поражение
ќт шлюх с плохими ногами
Ѕьет м€со,
–ассматривает ноги
  сладкому молочному месту


ахахххахах System of a down ∆гууут!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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вот самые самые выступлени€ —истем оф э даун, ваще € стала их мега фанатом!!)))

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„етверг, 02 јвгуста 2007 г. 17:22 + в цитатник
Ќастроение сейчас - офигительное....

так они жгут на концетах, звук охрененный, наши русские группы отдыхают, по сравнению с тем как сыграно в етих видосах!!!!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PyPfOxLyr8E
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SK5dQE1Dz50
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0_7l0JHrank
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Gs_Rw1-rtA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gVPsT0Mx6bY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yw5XzWYfiWU



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аа...ƒжэн еир со своими —” јћ» ваще отдыхают....

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—реда, 01 јвгуста 2007 г. 23:04 + в цитатник
¬ колонках играет - Ќью борн-
Ќастроение сейчас - да скарееб в деревню свалить!!)))ето бует мега круто!!)))

SHE'S LIKE HEROIN

She's like heroin
Sipping through a little glass
I'm looking for some help
I need someone to save her ass

Chinese tricks in rooms
With ghosts of hooker girlie dudes
Me and heroin maybe we can make some cash Selling ass

Selling ass for heroin
Ass
Selling ass for heroin
Ass
Selling ass for heroin
Ass
Selling ass for heroin

She wants nothing more
But to be a little whore
He wants nothing less
But to wear a little dress

She's like heroin
Sipping through a little glass
I'm looking for some help
I need someone to make some cash Selling ass

Selling ass for heroin
Ass
Selling ass for heroin
Ass
Selling ass for heroin

She's like heroin
Sipping through a little glass
I'm looking for some help
I need someone to save her ass

She wants nothing more
But to be a little whore
He wants nothing less
But to wear a little dress

She's like heroin
Sipping through a little glass
I'm looking for some help
I need someone to save her ass

Chinese tricks in rooms
With ghosts of hooker girlie dudes
Me and heroin maybe we can make some cash

She's like heroin
Sipping through a little glass
I'm looking for some help
I need someone to save my ass

Selling ass for heroin
Ass





CIGARO

My cock is much bigger than yours,
My cock can walk right through the door
With a feeling so pure..
It's got you screaming back for more.

Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR

My shit stinks much better than yours,
My shit stinks right down through the floor.
With a feeling so pure,
It's got you coming back for more.

Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR

Can't you see that I love my cock?
Can't you see that you love my cock?
Can't you see that we love my cock?

We're the regulators that de-regulate
We're the animators that de-animate
We're the propagators of all genocide
Burning through the world's resources, then we turn and hide

Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR

We're the regulators that de-regulate
We're the animators that de-animate

Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR

My cock is much bigger than yours,
My cock can walk right through the door
With a feeling so pure..
It's got you screaming back for more!

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какие клипы!!!

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¬торник, 03 »юл€ 2007 г. 23:56 + в цитатник

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да хз..Ѕьерк мне нравитс€ очень...

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¬торник, 27 ‘еврал€ 2007 г. 15:57 + в цитатник
¬ колонках играет - стук тарелок
Ќастроение сейчас - плохое..

знаете такую мега тетку Ѕьерк....очень мне она уж нравитс€..мега клева€..

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