THE LONELIEST PLACE IN THE WORLD - TEN
You’re my life, my past, my future
No-one can come close to you
Words are hard to summon, but I’ve never loved a
Woman how I love you so completely true
There books of lives and lovers
Mine begins and ends with you
There between the covers lies a love so many others
Only dream to feel but for us it’s real
So shelter me in your caress
Our love outshines the diamond, pales the pearl
Any place without you near
Is the loneliest place in the world
Under you my darling angel
I have built a pedestal
As my soul companion, there’s a canyon setting you
And womankind apart deep within my heart
So shelter me in your caress
Our love has weathered storms and still come through
But isn’t that the way it is
I’m not trying to hide what I’m feeling inside
I can’t live without you, there’s nowhere to hide
When the coldest steel is emptiness
Without your love my life would be absurd
For I can see beyond the tears to the loneliest place in the world
DEAD HORSE - GUNS N'ROSES
Sick of this life
Not that you'd care
I'm not the only one with
whom these feelings I share
Nobody understands,
quite why we're here
We're searchin' for answers
That never appear
But maybe if I looked real hard I'd
I'd see your tryin' too
To understand this life,
That we're all goin' through
(Then when she said she was gonna like wreck my car...I didn't know what to
do)
Sometimes I feel like I'm beatin' a dead horse
An I don't know why you'd be bringin' me down
I'd like to think that our love's worth a tad more
It may sound funny but you'd think by now
I'd be smilin'
I guess some things never change
Never change
I met an old cowboy
I saw the look in his eyes
Somethin' tells me he's been here before
'Cause experience makes you wise
I was only a small child
When the thought first came to me
That I'm a son of a gun and the gun of a son
That brought back the devil in me
Sometimes I feel like I'm beatin' a dead horse
An I don't know why you'd be bringin' me down
I'd like to think that our love's worth a tad more
It may sound funny but you'd think by now
I'd be smilin'
I guess some things never change
Never change
I ain't quite what you'd call an old soul
Still wet behind the ears
I been around this track a couple o' times
But now the dust is startin' to clear
Oh yeah!!!
Sometimes I feel like I'm beatin' a dead horse
An I don't know why you'd be bringin' me down
I'd like to think that our love's worth a tad more
It may sound funny but you'd think by now
I'd be smilin'
Ooh yeah, I'd be smilin'
No way I'd be smilin'
Ooh smilin'
A melhor letra de música que jamais leram...
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Sacred-Steel
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Shred of light, pinch of endless
after a time in depths
there is a crack in the pressure
these shreds of light
just a rope around my neck
there days of hope
a blade on my throat
these signs of dawn
just a route to my dusk
these bounds that broke
a prelude to my drowning
this pinch of endless
just a fragment of the forthcoming
these hint of life
just a gateway to oblivion
SKEPTICISM
after a time in depths
there is a crack in the pressure
these shreds of light
just a rope around my neck
there days of hope
a blade on my throat
these signs of dawn
just a route to my dusk
these bounds that broke
a prelude to my drowning
this pinch of endless
just a fragment of the forthcoming
these hint of life
just a gateway to oblivion
SKEPTICISM
shred of light pinch of endless
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necroshine
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São muitas, mas a primeira que me lembro que me fez ficar mais "colado" ao metal foi esta.
IRON MAIDEN - Rime Of The Ancient Mariner
Hear the rime of the Ancient Mariner
See his eye as he stops one of three
Mesmerises one of the wedding guests
Stay here and listen to the nightmares
of the Sea
And the music plays on, as the bride passes by
Caught by his spell and
the Mariner tells his tale.
Driven south to the land of the snow and ice
To a place where nobody's been
Through the snow fog flies on the albatross
Hailed in God's name,
hoping good luck it brings.
And the ship sails on, back to the North
Through the fog and ice and
the albatross follows on
The mariner kills the bird of good omen
His shipmates cry against what he's done
But when the fog clears, they justify him
And make themselves a part of the crime.
Sailing on and on and North across the sea
Sailing on and on and North 'till all is calm
The albatross begins with its vengeance
A terrible curse a thirst has begun
His shipmates blame bad luck on the Mariner
About his neck, the dead bird is hung.
And the curse goes on and on at sea
And the curse goes on and on for them and me.
"Day after day, day after day,
we stuck nor breath nor motion
As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
Water, water everywhere and
all the boards did shrink
Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink."
[SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE (1798-1834)]
There, calls the mariner
there comes a ship over the line
But how can she sail with no wind
in her sails and no tide.
See... onward she comes
Onwards she nears, out of the sun
See... she has no crew
She has no life, wait but there's two
Death and she Life in Death,
they throw their dice for the crew
She wins the Mariner and he belongs to her now.
Then ... crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
She... She, Life in Death.
She lets him live, her chosen one.
[NARRATIVE]
"One after one by the star dogged moon,
too quick for groan or sigh
Each turned his face with a ghastly pang
and cursed me with his eye
Four times fifty living men
(and I heard nor sigh nor groan),
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
they dropped down one by one."
[SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE (1798-1834)]
The curse it lives on in their eyes
The Mariner he wished he'd die
Along with the sea creatures
But they lived on, so did he.
And by the light of moon
He prays for their beauty not doom
With heart he blesses them
God's creatures all of them too.
Then the spell starts to break
The albatross falls from his neck
Sinks down like lead into the Sea
Then down in falls comes the rain.
Hear the groans od the long dead seamen
See them stir and they start to rise
Bodies lifted by good spirits
None of them speak
and they're lifeless in their eyes
And revenge is still sought, penance starts again
Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on.
Now the curse is finally lifted
And the Mariner sights his home
Spirits go from the long dead bodies
Form their own light and
the Mariner's left alone
And then a boat came sailing towards him
It was a joy he could not believe
The Pilot's boat, his son and the hermit
Penance of life will fall onto Him.
And the ship it sinks like lead into the sea
And the hermit shrieves the mariner of his sins
The Mariner's bound to tell of his story
To tell his tale wherever he goes
To teach God's word by his own example
That we must love all things that God made.
And the wedding guest's a sad and wiser man
And the tale goes on and on and on.
IRON MAIDEN - Rime Of The Ancient Mariner
Hear the rime of the Ancient Mariner
See his eye as he stops one of three
Mesmerises one of the wedding guests
Stay here and listen to the nightmares
of the Sea
And the music plays on, as the bride passes by
Caught by his spell and
the Mariner tells his tale.
Driven south to the land of the snow and ice
To a place where nobody's been
Through the snow fog flies on the albatross
Hailed in God's name,
hoping good luck it brings.
And the ship sails on, back to the North
Through the fog and ice and
the albatross follows on
The mariner kills the bird of good omen
His shipmates cry against what he's done
But when the fog clears, they justify him
And make themselves a part of the crime.
Sailing on and on and North across the sea
Sailing on and on and North 'till all is calm
The albatross begins with its vengeance
A terrible curse a thirst has begun
His shipmates blame bad luck on the Mariner
About his neck, the dead bird is hung.
And the curse goes on and on at sea
And the curse goes on and on for them and me.
"Day after day, day after day,
we stuck nor breath nor motion
As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
Water, water everywhere and
all the boards did shrink
Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink."
[SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE (1798-1834)]
There, calls the mariner
there comes a ship over the line
But how can she sail with no wind
in her sails and no tide.
See... onward she comes
Onwards she nears, out of the sun
See... she has no crew
She has no life, wait but there's two
Death and she Life in Death,
they throw their dice for the crew
She wins the Mariner and he belongs to her now.
Then ... crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
She... She, Life in Death.
She lets him live, her chosen one.
[NARRATIVE]
"One after one by the star dogged moon,
too quick for groan or sigh
Each turned his face with a ghastly pang
and cursed me with his eye
Four times fifty living men
(and I heard nor sigh nor groan),
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
they dropped down one by one."
[SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE (1798-1834)]
The curse it lives on in their eyes
The Mariner he wished he'd die
Along with the sea creatures
But they lived on, so did he.
And by the light of moon
He prays for their beauty not doom
With heart he blesses them
God's creatures all of them too.
Then the spell starts to break
The albatross falls from his neck
Sinks down like lead into the Sea
Then down in falls comes the rain.
Hear the groans od the long dead seamen
See them stir and they start to rise
Bodies lifted by good spirits
None of them speak
and they're lifeless in their eyes
And revenge is still sought, penance starts again
Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on.
Now the curse is finally lifted
And the Mariner sights his home
Spirits go from the long dead bodies
Form their own light and
the Mariner's left alone
And then a boat came sailing towards him
It was a joy he could not believe
The Pilot's boat, his son and the hermit
Penance of life will fall onto Him.
And the ship it sinks like lead into the sea
And the hermit shrieves the mariner of his sins
The Mariner's bound to tell of his story
To tell his tale wherever he goes
To teach God's word by his own example
That we must love all things that God made.
And the wedding guest's a sad and wiser man
And the tale goes on and on and on.
As its temple and its victim,
My blood runs on marble floors
Just like some insane circulation
Back into my corroded heart
My blood runs on marble floors
Just like some insane circulation
Back into my corroded heart
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xanax [RIP]
Entre muitas destaco esta muito bonita, com um teor muito intimista, e que aproveito para dedicar a todas as meninas que tenham uma t-shirt de HIM e têm a mania que querem morrer na escuridão e tal....e a musica começa assim: "They think they know who I am, All they know is I love to kill..." bah....fucking trends! 
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Thaumiel [RIP]
Astarte Escreveu:pelican Escreveu:talvez seja defeito meu, mas não vejo uma grande diferença entre as letras de cradle e as de him
Não??????
Mas olha que a diferença está lá... Grotescamente explícita.
Tenho forçosamente que concordar, porque de facto são muito diferentes. Pode ser hoje em dia cliché, mas se há algo de que não podemos acusar o senhor Dani Filth é de escrever letras pobres...
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Amphion (blackened death metal)
Amphion (blackened death metal)
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Grimner
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Building a ruin
My life is a sentence that carries no pardon,
I can't put you out of my misery now,
So stunned by beauty of this madhouse garden -
I've taken my chances (then lost them somehow).
This body's a temple - a shoddy construction,
I'm digging my grave - while boring the well,
I'm paving a path to my own self destruction,
I won't be content 'til I see me in Hell.
No I won't be content 'til I see me in Hell.
I've looked back on my time - the names and the faces,
A child long ago that I nearly forgot,
And felt like someone who'd just stepped on the place
where the last stair should have been - (then found it was not).
Life's just a process of delamination,
Stripping your hopes - dissecting them gently.
I've opened my heart - and to my consternation
when I peered inside it was small, dark and empty.
[Chorus]
My friends turn to me - wonder what I am doing,
drinking and smoking like somebody died.
I said "Leave me alone I'm just building a ruin,
The spirits are sunken - so the wreckage must rise."
I'm building a ruin - I ruin a building,
My bridges are burned out - my tunnels are filled in.
It's all a game I believe - the longer you play it the harder it gets.
The most I can hope to achieve now's my breakfast,
a priest with a blindfold and last cigarette...
I won't be content 'til I see me in Hell.
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.
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 muitas outras deste escritor, o meu preferido em todo o Metal: Martin Walkyier.
Não conseguiria colocar apenas uma.
My life is a sentence that carries no pardon,
I can't put you out of my misery now,
So stunned by beauty of this madhouse garden -
I've taken my chances (then lost them somehow).
This body's a temple - a shoddy construction,
I'm digging my grave - while boring the well,
I'm paving a path to my own self destruction,
I won't be content 'til I see me in Hell.
No I won't be content 'til I see me in Hell.
I've looked back on my time - the names and the faces,
A child long ago that I nearly forgot,
And felt like someone who'd just stepped on the place
where the last stair should have been - (then found it was not).
Life's just a process of delamination,
Stripping your hopes - dissecting them gently.
I've opened my heart - and to my consternation
when I peered inside it was small, dark and empty.
[Chorus]
My friends turn to me - wonder what I am doing,
drinking and smoking like somebody died.
I said "Leave me alone I'm just building a ruin,
The spirits are sunken - so the wreckage must rise."
I'm building a ruin - I ruin a building,
My bridges are burned out - my tunnels are filled in.
It's all a game I believe - the longer you play it the harder it gets.
The most I can hope to achieve now's my breakfast,
a priest with a blindfold and last cigarette...
I won't be content 'til I see me in Hell.
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.
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 muitas outras deste escritor, o meu preferido em todo o Metal: Martin Walkyier.
Não conseguiria colocar apenas uma.
Última edição por Grimner em quinta set 08, 2005 1:27 am, editado 2 vezes no total.
Eu já vi o raxx num papo seco
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Grimner
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Amphion(José Ramos) Escreveu:Astarte Escreveu:pelican Escreveu:talvez seja defeito meu, mas não vejo uma grande diferença entre as letras de cradle e as de him
Não??????
Mas olha que a diferença está lá... Grotescamente explícita.
Tenho forçosamente que concordar, porque de facto são muito diferentes. Pode ser hoje em dia cliché, mas se há algo de que não podemos acusar o senhor Dani Filth é de escrever letras pobres...
nada mesmo. o homem tem uma mestria da escrita absolutamente brutal. Perdeu alguma em tempos mais recentes a favor do shock value, mas as letras do cruelty são absolutamente geniais.
eu não disse o que disse por implicância ou assim, mas é que a mim parece.me mesmo muito cliché o que o gajo escreve - só gostava mesmo duma letra - haunted shores (mas tb esse é o único álbum que gosto). enfim e tb devo confessar que uma grande parte das letras doom é o mais cliché que existe.
shred of light pinch of endless
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Einherjer
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"my life in ruin... i am alone amidst the mist
oh, my love departed now but a memory, to say the least...
so i suffer, pain... oozing from my pores.
my silent cry... desperate to reach your shores
<and i even might put some esoteric, obscure references in the lyrics>"
By AnyDoomBand, AnyAlbum - AnySong
agora a sério:
I cry a tear of hope but it is lost in helplessness
The darkness eats away at the very embers of my soul
For the deepest love I had has dissolved before my eyes
My sorrow is bleak, I beg for deliverance
Lord, in your mercy, hear my prayer
All emotion is consumed by an inner silence
All grief is unassuaged by disconsulate tears
I want for nothing, I live for nothing
I am waiting to die but I am afraid of dying
Lord, in your mercy, hear my prayer
Crestfallen emotion
Wallowing in guilt
Drowning for evermore
Falling deeper into fear
My inner self is now
a sleeper of stone
Help me.
pode ser cliché, mas é das letras mais bonitas que alguma vez li... simples mas repleta de conteúdo... e na altura não era de certeza cliché...
oh, my love departed now but a memory, to say the least...
so i suffer, pain... oozing from my pores.
my silent cry... desperate to reach your shores
<and i even might put some esoteric, obscure references in the lyrics>"
By AnyDoomBand, AnyAlbum - AnySong
agora a sério:
I cry a tear of hope but it is lost in helplessness
The darkness eats away at the very embers of my soul
For the deepest love I had has dissolved before my eyes
My sorrow is bleak, I beg for deliverance
Lord, in your mercy, hear my prayer
All emotion is consumed by an inner silence
All grief is unassuaged by disconsulate tears
I want for nothing, I live for nothing
I am waiting to die but I am afraid of dying
Lord, in your mercy, hear my prayer
Crestfallen emotion
Wallowing in guilt
Drowning for evermore
Falling deeper into fear
My inner self is now
a sleeper of stone
Help me.
pode ser cliché, mas é das letras mais bonitas que alguma vez li... simples mas repleta de conteúdo... e na altura não era de certeza cliché...
"If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stomping on a human face. Forever." O'Brien
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