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Drei Schüsse in der Gruft
Good God schrieb:Der_Geächtete schrieb:
is das geil
GODLIKE ist det^^
[vid]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kP5PqJpk5lQ[/vid]
MUSIC Der "Was hört Ihr gerade" Thread
- Ersteller straikar
- Erstellt am
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- Schlagworte
- find nix google okst suche ist scheiße
Benutzer, welche sich diesen Thread anschauen:
GODLIKE ist det^^
[vid]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kP5PqJpk5lQ[/vid]
TCRS schrieb:
Die beste Stelle in Samurai Champloo und auch das beste Stück darin ist die Szene in der Mugen (der nicht schwimmen kann!!!) vom explodierenden Boot ins Wasser fällt. Kommt von seiner eleganz wohl der Kirchenfensterszene aus Cowboy Beebop gleich:
[vid]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vY1Vb1aq2Y[/vid]
Soooo schön das Lied...das Klavier, die Stimme... 
Pearl Jam - Ten
Klassiker und Meilenstein des Gitarrenrocks und der Titel Black ein Monster von einem Song...Steigerung, Steigerung, Steigerung, Extrase...Bäm
"I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, can't it be mine"
[vid]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AFVlJAi3Cso[/vid]
[vid]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V8bkTusHYeQ[/vid]
Lyrics zu Black:
TCRS schrieb:hab mir mal ein paar lieder von denen auf YT angehoert und die hoeren sich einfach nur geil angenau mein ding. 'Ten' kauf ich mir schon mal auf jedenfall.
Wenn dir Ten gefällt solltest du dir aber auf jeden Fall auch eines der unzähligen Live-Alben oder Live-DVDs holen, denn Live ist diese Band im Grunde das Non plus Ultra...
Mal wieder:
As Tall As Lions- As Tall As Lions
[vid]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tEi4jQbvME[/vid]
Ghost of york
Lyrics:
As Tall As Lions- As Tall As Lions
[vid]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tEi4jQbvME[/vid]
Ghost of york
Lyrics:
I know
We're all souls just trying to connect with
Someone, but we're all
Left searching on our own
Tell me that you could hear it
Three taps under the floorboard.
Dont' say i'm losing it,
Maybe you're deaf.
Could have sworn
That i locked
All these windows fairly tight.
Shut the door
Hear a knock.
She starts turning off the lights
And from the corner of my eye
I saw your dressed all in white
I saw you pass right by
But maybe i had too much wine
I hope you come back tonite
You never said goodbye
Tell me that you could see it
A ghost who's skin is porcelain
Don't say i'm losing it
Maybe you're blind
Saw her walk
Through a wall,
Turn her head and look at me
In a york hotel hall
I am falling to my knees
Softly, as your dress flows,
You say that you're alone.
But i know i can't leave you
Lonely and on
Your own
We're all souls just trying to connect with
Someone, but we're all
Left searching on our own
Tell me that you could hear it
Three taps under the floorboard.
Dont' say i'm losing it,
Maybe you're deaf.
Could have sworn
That i locked
All these windows fairly tight.
Shut the door
Hear a knock.
She starts turning off the lights
And from the corner of my eye
I saw your dressed all in white
I saw you pass right by
But maybe i had too much wine
I hope you come back tonite
You never said goodbye
Tell me that you could see it
A ghost who's skin is porcelain
Don't say i'm losing it
Maybe you're blind
Saw her walk
Through a wall,
Turn her head and look at me
In a york hotel hall
I am falling to my knees
Softly, as your dress flows,
You say that you're alone.
But i know i can't leave you
Lonely and on
Your own
Chris Bathgate - A Cork Tale Wake
[vid]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qAJL-riLEG8[/vid]
Lyrics:
A long stone and my day’s all serpentine
The tired tarnish in my chest rests sense of SARS
And one dull dawn where they hum that splits its length
Does my name sting your tongue? Now does it beg?
Your thin frame has set my eyes to fray
On our dim stretch of this street, how it aches
For every grey and sad and taut to coil
And our frail eyes and there watch to finally talk
One brash phrase cut crush these fragile days
My thoughts swirl in some shrill sad cannonade
And one such spur that caused my throat to creak
The one dull dawn that I’ve since sensed to repeat
The tired tarnish in my chest rests sense of SARS
And one dull dawn where they hum that splits its length
Does my name sting your tongue? Now does it beg?
Your thin frame has set my eyes to fray
On our dim stretch of this street, how it aches
For every grey and sad and taut to coil
And our frail eyes and there watch to finally talk
One brash phrase cut crush these fragile days
My thoughts swirl in some shrill sad cannonade
And one such spur that caused my throat to creak
The one dull dawn that I’ve since sensed to repeat