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favorite line from a song?

yo se bien que estoy afuera
pero el dia que yo me muera
se que tendras que llorar

diras que no me quisiste
pero vas a estar muy triste
y asi te vas a quedar

con dinero y sin dinero
hago siempre lo que queiro
y mi palabra es la ley

no tengo trono ni reina
ni nadie que me comprenda
pero sigo siendo el rey

una piedra del camino
me enseño que mi destino
era rodar y rodar

despues me dijo un arriero
que no hay que llegar primero
pero hay que saber llegar

con dinero y sin dinero
hago siempre lo que queiro
y mi palabra es la ley

no tengo trono ni reina
ni nadie que me comprenda
pero sigo siendo el rey.

[ajuya!]
 
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"What good are your promises if you can always take them back? / Still, I hang on every word till my hands are bleeding" -- Savatage, "One Child"

"How I wish...that the world...had just one throat and my fingers were around it" -- Idiot Flesh, "Dead Like Us"

"We are the idiots and we don’t care if you are addicted to these and these figures of speech that hold you upright in your chair." -- Idiot Flesh, "The Idiot Song"
 
Not my favorite, cause I could never choose just one, but this is the one that has been in my head recently:

"You in a system where they flirt with disaster, tongue kiss death, have mass murder orgies till there's no one left. Finger fucking lady liberty under her dress and since I didnt say this under my breath, I might be under arrest."

Boots from the COUP, a local rap group from Oakland, now on Epitaph records. Sooo Good!
 
Things Have Changed - Bob Dylan


A worried man with a worried mind
No one in front of me and nothing behind
There's a woman on my lap and she's drinking champagne
Got white skin, got assassin's eyes
I'm looking up into the sapphire tinted skies
I'm well dressed, waiting on the last train

Standing on the gallows with my head in a noose
Any minute now I'm expecting all hell to break loose

People are crazy and times are strange
I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range
I used to care, but things have changed

This place ain't doing me any good
I'm in the wrong town, I should be in Hollywood
Just for a second there I thought I saw something move
Gonna take dancing lessons do the jitterbug rag
Ain't no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag
Only a fool in here would think he's got anything to prove

Lot of water under the bridge, Lot of other stuff too
Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through

I've been walking forty miles of bad road
If the bible is right, the world will explode
I've been trying to get as far away from myself as I can
Some things are too hot to touch
The human mind can only stand so much
You can't win with a losing hand

Feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet
Putting her in a wheel barrow and wheeling her down the street

I hurt easy, I just don't show it
You can hurt someone and not even know it
The next sixty seconds could be like an eternity
Gonna get low down, gonna fly high
All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie
I'm in love with a woman who don't even appeal to me

Mr. Jinx and Miss Lucy, they jumped in the lake
I'm not that eager to make a mistake
 
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Painiac (Nothing Touches Me)

Why don't you do what I want you to do?
Why don't you see me the way that I see you?
Why don't you say what I want you to say?
Why don't you hurt me in that special way?

Come on and be my God
Come on and be my gun
One is for killing
One is for fun

Too scared to walk away
It's too scared to say

Why don't you soak me in the stain of your twisted mind?
Why don't you coat me in the blood of your broken shrine?
Why don't you cut me the way I wanna cut you?
Why don't you fuck me the way I wanna fuck you?

Come on and be my God
Come on and be my gun
One is for killing
One is for fun

Too scared to walk away
It's too scared to say


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The Sick

Don't think I can't see through you
Don't think you would ever fool me
I'll get what's coming to me

From the womb unto the tomb
The stagnant air that fills the room
Into the shrine where you have knelt
You felt the buckle now feel the belt

Your deepest cut will leave no mark
This sceptic skin will never scar
Come breathe some light into this dark

Be penitent and penetrate
Between the liquor and all these lies
See past the bruises of this hate
Come face to face and meet your fate

The weak will walk the sick will see
Caress my cursed soul for me
These begging hands will prey with glee
Upon your blackened fists and knees

This sleuth hound is the Lord lies
This boiling pot will draw the flies
Write one more check before you die

The weak will walk the sick will see
Caress my cursed soul for me
These begging hands will prey with glee
Upon your blackened fists and knees

Be penitent and penetrate
Between the liquor and all these lies
See past the bruises of this hate
Come face to face and meet your fate

The weak will walk the sick will see
Caress my cursed soul for me
These begging hands will prey with glee
Upon your blackened fists and knees

Don't think I can't see through ya
Do ya think I'd ever fool ya
You'll get what's coming to ya
You'll get what's coming to ya
You'll get what's coming to ya
The weak will walk the sick will see
Caress my cursed soul for me
These begging hands will prey with glee
Upon your blackened fists and knees
 
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Eldritch said:
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Painiac (Nothing Touches Me)

The Sick

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/bows head in shame.


I don't know those.
 
Eldritch said:
They're both off of Sinsation. You know PIG?
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Honestly, only through your mentioning them in some post or another. I was curious, dug around online, and found a few songs (High Protein, Sympathy for the Devil and Sweet Child).
 
Janna said:
Honestly, only through your mentioning them in some post or another. I was curious, dug around online, and found a few songs (High Protein, Sympathy for the Devil and Sweet Child).
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send me an e-mail addy and i can zap some MP3"s your way.
 
grandmastershake said:
send me an e-mail addy and i can zap some MP3"s your way.
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Hell... consider the PM sent!
 
grandmastershake said:
i am listening to Mr. Raymond Watts. PIGMATA- Kundalini
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Nice, I've been rolling that album in my car for the last week or so. ;)

Arbor Vitatae is AWESOME. Love the VIDEO.
 
The Elephant - Carlos Drummond de Andrade (close enough)

I make an elephant
from the little
I have. Wood
from old furniture
holds him up,
and I fill him
with cotton, silk,
and sweetness.
Glue keeps his heavy
ears in place.
His rolled-up trunk
is the happiest part
of his architecture.
And his tusks are made
of that rare material
I cannot fake.
A white fortune
rolling around
in circus dust
without being
lost or stolen.
And finally there are
the eyes where the most
fluid and permanent
part of the elephant
stays, free of dishonesty.

Here's my poor elephant
ready to leave
to find friends
in a tired world
that no longer believes
in animals and doesn't
trust in things.
Here he is: an imposing
and fragile hulk,
who shakes his head
and moves slowly,
his hide stitched
with cloth flowers
and clouds- allusions
to a more poetic world
where love reassembles
the natural forms.

My elephant goes
down a crowded street,
but nobody looks
not even to laugh
at his tail that threatens
to leave him.
He is all grace, except
his legs don't help
and his swollen belly
is about to collapse
at the slightest touch.
He expresses
with elegance
his minimal life
and no one in town
is willing to take
to himself
from that tender body
the fugitive image,
the clumsy walk.
Easily moved,
he yearns for
sad situations,
unhappy people
moonlit encounters
in the deepest ocean,
under the roots of trees,
in the bosom of shells;
he yearns for lights
that don’t blind
yet shine through
the thickest trunks.
He walks the battlefield
without crushing plants,
searching for places,
secrets, stories
untold in any book,
whose style only the wind,
the leaves, the ant
recognize, but men
ignore since they dare
show themselves only
under a veiled peace
and to closed eyes.

And now late at night
my elephant returns,
but returns tired out,
his shaky legs
break down in the dust.
He didn't find
what he wanted,
what we wanted,
I and my elephant,
in whom I love
to disguise myself.
Tired of searching,
his huge machinery
collapses like paper.
The paste gives way
and all his contents,
forgiveness, sweetness,
feathers, cotton,
burst out on the rug,
like a myth torn apart.
Tomorrow I begin again.
 
Eldritch said:
I emailed you painiac before you replied. ;)
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Ok, you can recommend me music anytime. And no time like the present.



Damn... listening to painiac makes me want to

1) go to an Industrial club
2) work out really hard
3) do something else really hard.
 
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Janna said:
Ok, you can recommend me music anytime. And no time like the present.



Damn... listening to Nothing Touches Me makes me want to

1) go to an Industrial club
2) work out really hard
3) do something else really hard.
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Nothing and no one creates heavy industrial fuck noise like Raymond Watts. Trent Reznor stole every hurt me, fuck me, fuck you, move he knows from this guy. That's why he went and produced Sinsation for him. You can tell the better KMFDM Albums because Watts has put what I call the, "PIGstink," on it.

He has taken the salty sweat licked from the throat of of an angry, grunge fucked, tryst-mate in a broom closet and turned it into music. The man has a stage presence that matches.
 
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