A melhor letra de música que jamais leram...

[Abaddon_s Mai [RIP]]

Mas desta vez vou visitar também a suécia

Se eu fosse descomprometida e tivesse dinheiro ia contigo... O país da boa musica... (e de outras boas coisas mais)

[Last Light]

Posso-te levar nas malas

[SLBOGrande [RIP 2009/03/23]]

This godless endeavor

[Abaddon_s Mai [RIP]]

Posso-te levar nas malas

Nao me des ideias nao me des ideias

[Grimner]

Skyclad- No strings attached

Now the final curtain's fallen,
for no show goes on forever,
if the world's a stage - mine's empty.
whilst upon it you'll tread never.
As the instruments lie silent in their coffins made of wood,
i rest assured they'd say these words - If say these words they could;
Whatever happened to the songs - the music that we made,
and the joy we shared together as on me your fingers played?
Are chose symphonies forgotten - with our cases closed and latched'?
Dreams now dusty, old and rotten - empty shells (no strings attached).
Amidst the dying candle-light,
I sit forlorn, alone,
a space once filled with laughter bright,
the place my heart called home
Now the puppets are my company - but wood and straw can't speak;
though it by chance they came to life I'm certain they would weep;"
"What am I without your tender touch -
the hands to hold and guide me,
what purpose has a puppet with no puppeteer beside me?
I do not care I have no hair - my painted face is scratched.
but fear my wooden heart will shatter with no stings attached.

[CHORUS:]

No mourners assemble in this white-elephant's graveyard,
a dearth of bloom upon my tomb - an absence of forget-me-nots.
For Romeo I understudied - this sepulchre dark and bloodied,
It's my final resting place - amongst these "cloak-and-dagger' props.
Your kiss turns princes into frogs - and passion-plays to monologues.

Now last and least- the minstrel-takes his bow upon the stage,
he's played a fool and played the prince - (but never acts his age).
And If for once not lost for words- l wonder what he d say,
to win fair maiden, slay the dragon, keep dread foe at bay?

"Though I am not a wealthy man - my heart is pure and true,
and the only riches that I have - the love I feel for you.
Now my life is robbed of meaning
Iike a purse of hope that's snatched.
Must I spend my whole time dreaming -
living life no strings attached?"


Entre quase todas as outras deste senhor.

[Almah Perditae]

Ok... Vou começar a prestar mais atenção ás letras dos Skyclad lol

[Grimner]

Ok... Vou começar a prestar mais atenção ás letras dos Skyclad lol

São provavelmente a sua melhor caracteristica. O homem é consideradopor muita gente um dos, se não O melhor letrista dentro do Metal, tanto capaz de escrever letras mais "sentidas" como a acima, como de ser sarcástico, satirico ou mesmo até cómico em alguns momentos, e com um jeito para o jogo de palavras fenomenal. Uma letra mais "pesada" dele:

You Lost My Memory

Unstoppable force and immovable object,
repel one another when by chance colliding.
The Brownian-Motion within this love potion,
ensures our opinions are always dividing.
I am from Mars my dear;
you hail from Venus.
A meeting star-crossed
like the Sun and the Moon.
Destined to let this cruel world
come between us.
Our last kiss eclipsed by a shadow at noon.

A rose that is built
out of music by moonlight;
petals stained ruby with nightingale blood.
Cast down in disgust
to be crushed by a cart-wheel,
because of mere trivia misunderstood.

We quest for a grail of illusive perfection,
each hoping we'll find it some glorious day.
Yet gaze with remorse at our jaded reflection,
that looks like The Picture Of Dorian Gray.

[Chorus:]
Siamese Twins who were joined at the heart.
Love's an affliction without a known remedy.
Blunt-bladed fate
deemed to cleave us apart;
Emotional surgery pays no indemnity.
Some seek release with effete anaesthesia,
others adapt to the role of sworn enemy.
You found nepenthe in cheap, sweet amnesia;
It was far easier losing my memory.

And the nightingale sang:
"Sing love's lament
with a thorn at your breast.
Impaled by her barb;
cruel and unforgiving.
A million dead poets would gladly attest;
heart-ache's a keepsake
to remind us we're living."


e outra mais leve e bem sarcástica:

Spinning Jenny

She came down from the Western Hills when we were not prepared
I turned deaf ears to words of warning now I'm running scared.
Casting caution to the wind now that the cat's away
I say my grace - fill my face (then for forgiveness pray).
Gon knows I was an honest man - the same as any other
Who loved his wife - worked all his life to keep his family
Until the 'beast' that never sleeps beneath my silken covers
Reared its head and bit its thumb at my morality.

[Chorus:]
Her passion for passion - it will devour
Cruel are the thorns of this delicate flower
Her lust for lust - it will consume
A siren song summons all men to their doom.

She whispered of her innocence - (a plea I must contest)
While baptising helpless sinners with a missionary zest
She will exorcise your demons - then exercise your thighs
Await your 'second-coming' with a hunger in her eyes.

Her sweetmeats are the souls of men - she'll gorge herself to bursting
And for yours her heart is thirsting - as a spider craves a fly
No mortal man could ever hope to suit her as a suitor
Sh'll rewrite the Kama Sutra if you'd care to watch her try.

[Repeat Chorus]

I reach for heaven - desire drags me down
When fools choose their king I'll be heir to that crown
A strange kind of madness I cannot condone
If you are without sin come cast the first stone.

(para quem não sabe, "spinning Jenny" éo nome dado à máquina de fiar a vapor que foi inventada na inglaterra na altura industrial)

[Diaaabo]

Skyclad gosto bastante da Bury Me e da Little Miss Take, ambas com um sentido deveras pessoal. A Journey to the end dos Windir é algo espetacular para mim:

Windir - Journey to the end

A vague shadow lurking in the dark,
A sane man's worst nightmare,
A vision containing death,
As a wake in honour of himself,
For equal sane mortals,
It's a nightmare becoming real,
But I, I see it as the Final clause of a neverending deal,
I embraced my vision, as it was common for me,
A fate, a destiny, an inevitable early death
Finally I'm dead,
And the vision is revealed for everyone else

E tenho de referir as letras dos antigos Christshade, uma banda de Évora; e as de Alcest. And the list goes on and on...

Aparte de letras mais "sérias", gosto sempre de um bom épico relacionado com história ou mitologia. Por exemplo, as letras de Hordes of Yore, a Cast down the heretic ou a User-Ma'at-Re dos Nile, Achiles, ecstasy and agony dos Manowar, as letras de Amon Amarth e por aí afora.

[Old_Skull]

So you been to school
For a year or two
And you know you've seen it all
In daddys car
Thinkin youll go far
Back east your type dont crawl

Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul

Its time to taste what you most fear
Right guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear

Its a holiday in cambodia
Its tough, kid, but its life
Its a holiday in cambodia
Dont forget to pack a wife

Youre a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you

Well you'll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
Till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake

Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son.

Is a holiday in cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in cambodia
Where you'll kiss ass or crack

Pol pot, pol pot, pol pot, pol pot

And its a holiday in cambodia
Where you'll do what youre told
A holiday in cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul

[Grimner]

Aparte de letras mais "sérias", gosto sempre de um bom épico relacionado com história ou mitologia. Por exemplo, as letras de Hordes of Yore, a Cast down the heretic ou a User-Ma'at-Re dos Nile, Achiles, ecstasy and agony dos Manowar, as letras de Amon Amarth e por aí afora.

Obrigadinho peloelogio, mas estás a dizer que asminhas letras são a "brincar"?

[Diaaabo]

Aparte de letras mais "sérias", gosto sempre de um bom épico relacionado com história ou mitologia. Por exemplo, as letras de Hordes of Yore, a Cast down the heretic ou a User-Ma'at-Re dos Nile, Achiles, ecstasy and agony dos Manowar, as letras de Amon Amarth e por aí afora.

Obrigadinho peloelogio, mas estás a dizer que asminhas letras são a "brincar"?

Ahahah não era isso que quis dizer. Por "letras sérias" refiro-me a coisas mais pessoais e sentimentais, como algumas de Skyclad, as de Alcest e as outras que mencionei. Mas sim, gosto bastante das tuas lyrics nos Hordes

[Last Light]

Eu adoro a "Polly" e a "Pennyroyal Tea" dos Nirvana

[Lapeno Enriquez]

Sabbat - For Those Who Died

Our tounges they could not silence,
with their malicious lies,
their unforgotten violence,
remember those who died.

And as my flesh is put to fire,
I hear their voices still,
their unjust accusations,
demanding I am killed.

'We shall show no mercy to heathen
such as thee,
who stand accused and have refused
the Church's clemency,
your wicked acts are endless,
though the crimes they cannot name,
innocent or guilty proved,
we'll burn you just the same.'

Burning, into the fire.
Burning, a funeral pyre.
Burning, into the fire.
Burning, a funeral pyre.

This self-righteous inquisition,
is a plague upon our land,
as false as the confessions they force
from shattered hands.

Abused my broken body is cleansed
by righteous flame,
their God a 'God of Mercy' -
yet in whose name I'm slain.

My innocence the victim of their
superstitious fears,
religious persecution for the past
three hundred years,
preaching peace and mercy 'neath the
shadow of the knife,
a papal reign of terror -
slaughter in the name of Christ.

[Gornoth]

Mas sim, gosto bastante das tuas lyrics nos Hordes

Também eu. Só é pena que o Sr. Grimner não compreenda o conceito de "fôlego".
(e ainda agora vim de um ensaio da banda, tenho bem presentes os efeitos das letras)

[Diaaabo]

Mas sim, gosto bastante das tuas lyrics nos Hordes

Também eu. Só é pena que o Sr. Grimner não compreenda o conceito de "fôlego".
(e ainda agora vim de um ensaio da banda, tenho bem presentes os efeitos das letras)