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Asculta Prohodul Domnului - prima stare (I)


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Land Of The Navajo (Old And In The Way)

Oh the wind blows cold
On the trail of the buffalo
Oh the wind blows cold
In the land of the Navajo
In the land of the Navajo

A hundred miles from nowhere out on the desert sand
One Eyed Jack the trader hold some turquoise in his hand
By his side sat Running Elk his longtime Indian friend
He vowed that he would stay by Jack until the bitter end

Jack had gambled everything he owned to leave this wondering life
He might have had a happy home and a tender loving wife
But his hunger was for trading trapper's furs for turquoise stones
Anything that the Indians had Jack wanted for his own

Said Jack to Running Elk I'll gamble all my precious stones
Before I leave my body here among these bleaching bones
Though now my time is drawing near and I'm filled with dark regrets
My spirit longs to journey as the sun begins to set

We raped and killed we stole your land
We rule with guns and knives add whiskey to your waters
While we stole away your wives
said Running Elk what's done is done you white men rule this land
so lay the cards face up and play your last broken hearted hand

* Refrain

When your dealing cards with death the joker's wild the ace is high
Jack bet the Mississippi River running Elk raised him the sky
Jack saw him with the sun and room and upped him with the stars
Running Elk bet the Rocky Mountains Jupiter and Mars

The sun was sinking in the west when Jack draw the ace of spades
Running Elk just rolled his eyes and smiled and passed away
Jack picked up his turquoise stones and cast them to the sky
He stared into the setting sun and made the mournful cry

* Refrain

Black Rose Immortal (Opeth)

In the name of desperation
I call your name
A lamentation I sigh
Again and again

Spiritual eclipse
The gateways are closed for me to seek

The night...
A veil of stars, watching
My shadow is born from light
The light of the eye, in darkness

Over troubled waters memories soar
Endlessly, searching night and day
The moonlight caresses a lonely hill
With the calmness of a whisper

I wear a ** soul
A blank face in the streaming water
It is cold in here
Frost scar my coat with dust

Eyes attach to your mute portrait
We spoke only through thoughts
Together we gazed, awaited
Hours brought thirst and the rising sun

Sunbirds leave their dark recesses
Shadows gild the archways

Do not turn your face towards me
Confronting me with my loneliness
You are in a forest unknown
The secret orchard
And your voice is vast and achromatic
But still so precious

Lullaby of the crescent moon took you
Mesmerized, its kaleidoscopic face
Granted you a hollow stare
Another soul within the divine herd

I have kept it
The amaranth symbol
Hidden inside the golden shrine
Until we rejoice in the meadow
Of the end
When we both walk the shadows
It will set ablaze and vanish
Black rose immortal

It is getting dark again
Dusk shuffle across the fields
The evening trees moan as if they knew
At night I always dream of you

The Elder (Insomnium)

In the arms of rimed soil, lies the autumns last withered leaf
Land now bare and naed, awaits it's snowy sheet

And as the light still lingers, painting scarlet this barren scene
An old man sings his song of melancholy and relinquish

I'm a whirl deep in dark waters,
A stare in the shades of fir-trees
I'm riding above with north wind,
Herding the black clouds of rain
Mine is the kingdom,
Far from the moon to the sun
I am the elder,
Standing forever as one

And in that sudden moment, when everything's turned to still,
He abruptly breaks the silence, becomes one with longing

And singing ever stronger, nature joins as one with him
Fire in his eyes, universe under twisted grin

Wherever (Mew)

It doesn't matter where you are.
Someone is there
with you, I fear.
It doesn't matter where you are.
I can't complain.
Ignore the stain.

Christmas day is over.
Lights out, breathe slower.

Cannot sleep. Open your eyes.
Look outside. Tell your goodbyes.

It doesn't matter where you are
when you're alone.
Light a small fire.
I don't like your sparkles at all.
Guitarist and his centerfold.
Why is that fire old?
A green light is a red light in your dreams tonight.
It's like a battle. Battle. .

Christmas day is over.
Lights out, breathe slower.

I told you why I am lonely.
But you can't stay.
Tomorrow. Streets. Blank faces stare unwilling.
But there are so few.

Cannot sleep. Open your eyes.
Look outside. Tell your goodbyes.
Cannot sleep. Open your eyes.
Look outside. Tell your goodbyes.
And I'll be waiting around your house.
I don't mind waiting around your house.

My Commodore 64 is my friend.
I thought I could have some more of my friends.

Rottin' Apple (Strung Out)

Hey tired man I see you walk alone.
The wrinkles on you face, a map
Of all your pain
Your expression becomes an open book
Of time, filled with pages of forgotten hopes.
Good intentions, regret, disillusion with
Life, animosity, unbridled purity.
All these things I swear I see
And your eyes tell me all you could never be.
So many times I've stared
Into the eyes of the young, the old.
The lonely and the wise.
Just to find a glimpse of all I
Have not seen
Just to find some peace for my
Jaded made.
Don't wanna live my life by
the second hand of a clock that's
Long since past me by
You say I've got to stay in line
We'll your line is going nowhere and
So are you.
Choices decisions made smokin' away
The pain inside
Sit back and watch it all go by
We could never find the peace
Of mind we need
We hid it all away for another day
Sit back everything's gonna be alright.
Rivers of pain map your agin'
Skin your expression a journal
Of where you've been
All your dreams and your chances lost
You walk along that dotted line
Do you remember a time
When you used to dream?
Do you remember a time when
You used to Live?
All your dreams and chances they're
All gone.
So you gave it all away unable
to say all you wanna say
Look at you now - turned our to be
Face of misery
Look at you now a rottin Apple's all I see.

World Without You (Beth Hart)

Days 'n nights n' nights n' days,
In silent shades of lazy grays
I call your name, It's all the same
Sitting staring at the ceiling,
Dripping painted pictures peeling
From my walls, The time just crawls

Was it yesterday? I don't know
Was I dreaming? Or did I lose everything I believed in?
If you could only see what I see
Every time you leave

Imagine a world with no sky
Imagine the ocean run dry
Imagine and you'll see the view
Of my world without you
Imagine no sun and no rain
Imagine that each day's the same
It doesn't matter what I do
In a world without you

Doers doing, Thinkers thinking,
Lonely lover's lips are sinking
In my tea, They're burning me
Wasted weeping, Someone speaking
In my head the bed is leaking tears again
And there's no end

Was it yesterday? I don't know
Was I dreaming? Or did I lose everything I believed in?
If you could only see what I see
Imagine a world with no sky,
Imagine the ocean run dry

I'm Your Late Night Evening Prostitute (Tom Waits)

Well I got here at eight and I'll be here till two
I'll try my best to entertain you and
Please don't mind me if I get a bit crude
I'm your late night evening prostitute

So drink your martinis and stare at the moon
Don't mind me I'll continue to croon
Don't mind me if I get a bit loon
I'm your late night evening prostitute

And dance, have a good time
I'll continue to shine
Yes Dance, have a good time
Don't mind me if I slip upon a rhyme

Well I got here at eight and I'll be here till two
I'll try my best to entertain you and
Please don't mind me if I get a bit crude
I'm your late night evening prostitute
I'm your late night evening prostitute

A Che Ora È La Fine Del Mondo (Ligabue)

Che or'è, scusa ma che or'è
Che non lo posso perdere l'ultimo spettacolo
Fine del Mondo in Mondovisione, diretta da San Pietro per l'occasione
La borsa sale, i maroni no, Ferri batte il record di autogol
Le liste del Giudizio Universale saranno trasmesse dai telegiornali
A reti unificate e poi sulla pagina 666
Prima però su Canale 9 ci sarà il terzo Festival del dolore
Con la finale dei casi umani meno meno umani che mai
I puttanieri ci diano dentro, che là di là niente ciccia, niente
Niente ma tu giri più leggero, bruciando le tue scorte di preservativi
Fiorin fiorello, l'amore è bello se ci sei tu
A che ora è la fine del Mondo?
A che ora è la fine del Mondo?
A che ora è la fine del Mondo, che rete è?
Destra, sinistra, su, giù, centro, fine del Mondo con palle in giramento
Che chi è fuori è fuori e chi è dentro è dentro, e fuori TV non sei niente
Ultimo appello per i merdaioli, finitevi la merce che di là non funziona
Altro girone, altro regalo, niente caramelle per i leccaculo
OK, il girone è giusto, OK!
A che ora è la fine del Mondo?
A che ora è la fine del Mondo?
A che ora è la fine del Mondo, che rete è? Che ora è? Che rete è? Che ora è?
A che ora è la fine del Mondo?
A che ora è la fine del Mondo?
A che ora è la fine del Mondo, che rete è?
Forse là di là mancherà qualcosa: casa, chiesa, tele e cosa?
Serial killers, serial politici, morti in diretta, i migliori casi clinici
Cazzi vostri in onda, OK!
A che ora è la fine del Mondo?
A che ora è la fine del Mondo?
A che ora è la fine del Mondo, che rete è?

Megan 2K2 (Even Though It's 2K3 Now) (Reggie And The Full Effect)

Got your call the other day
About how you were missing me
Heard your call the other day
Said how you were missing me

Someday you'll wake up and I'll be there
Just for a moment, you'd see
Saw you there across the room
You were staring straight back at me
Give you anything you want
All that you want is me
Cross-continental would be okay
Only if we get to stay

Goodnight to you
Goodnight to you
To you
Goodnight to you
To you

Know that I'll always comwe back for you
Know in your heart that it's true

Mark David Chapman (...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead)

We pierced the side of the idol
With the sharpened neck of an electric guitar
Bottled the water from the wound
Holy relic, the essence of star
But what does she care, it's just another blank stare
To a world that loves and hates you on a dare
Where the orphans ask the widows the meaning of 'fair'
So let this be a drink to quench this uncontrollable thirst
Tie the belt a notch tighter around anxious hearts set to burst
And when this once at least gilded cage has been
Stripped bare of flesh cold and numb
What have you done, Mark David Chapman?

Let all the desperate hours of boredom
Lead you to some meaning of truth
Bumps and bruises and notebooks for heaven's jury as proof
The emotions were shrink wrapped, sold as scraps
Choose any scene from the vending machine
Somewhere lost in the night, a satellite transmitted dream
Industrial revolutions of the soul interchangeable hearts it's manufacturing
If we wear out each other it's okay, just go buy another
So let this be a drink to calm the shaking hands that you've found
Let this be release, forever unwound.

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