Para reiniciar os meus devaneios... Nada melhor que mais uma fantástica e bela música dos My Dying Bride... Faz-me sempre pensar... A letra não engana e o piano leva-nos até aos locais mais recônditos da nossa mente...
Peço desculpa aos meus dedicados leitores mas não ando muito inspirada... Apenas dizer que esta é mais uma grande música...
Mother north - how can they sleep while their beds are burning? Mother north - your fields are bleeding
Memories... The invisible wounds Pictures that enshrine your throne (gone?)
A Future benighted still they are blind Pigeonhearted beings of flesh and blood Keeps closing their eyes for the dangers that threat... ourselves and our nature And that is why They all enrage me
Sometimes in the dead of the night I mesmerize my soul Sights and visions prophecies and horror They all come in one
Mother north - united we stand (together we walk) Phantom north - I'll be there when you hunt them down
Bem... Foi há muito tempo que a minha amiga Mafalda me contou que existia uma banda chamada Type O Negative e que fazia boa música... Mais tarde comecei a apreciar novamente... Agora é algo que ouço esporadicamente mas não posso deixar de a postar aqui...
Ah claro, e dedicar este post a todas as minhas amigas Bruxas...
Ehehe! Boo Bitch Craft...?
I went looking for trouble And boy I found her...
She's in love with herself. She likes the dark On her milk white neck. The Devil's mark.
It's all Hallows Eve. The moon is full. Will she trick or treat? I bet she will.
She will.
Happy Halloween.
She's got a date at midnight With Nosferatu. Oh baby, Lilly Munster. Ain't got nothing on you.
Well when I called her evil She just laughed. And cast that spell on me. Boo Bitch Craft.
Yeah you wanna go out 'cause it's raining and blowing. You can't go out 'cause your roots are showing.
Dye 'em black. Dye 'em black.
Black black black black No. 1 Black black black black No. 1.
Little wolf skin boots And clove cigarettes. An erotic funeral For witch she's dressed.
Her perfume smells like Burning leaves. Everyday is Halloween.
Yeah you wanna go out 'cause it's raining and blowing. You can't go out 'cause your roots are showing.
Dye 'em black. Dye 'em black.
Black black black black No. 1 She dyes'em black Black black black black No. 1 Black No. 1.
Loving you Loving you, Love loving you Was like loving the dead.
Loving you Loving you, Love loving you Was like loving the dead.
Loving you Was like loving the dead, Loving you Was like loving the dead.
Loving you Was like loving the dead, Was like loving the dead Was like loving the dead.
Was like loving the dead Was like loving the dead.
Loving you Loving you, Love loving you Was like loving the dead.
Was like fucking the dead.
Loving you Was like loving the dead, Loving you Was like loving the dead.
Loving Was Was
Loving you Loving you Loving you, Loving you Loving you Loving you Was like loving the dead.
Was like loving the dead Was like loving the dead.
Black black black black No. 1 She dyes'em Black black black black No. 1 Black No. 1.
Black black black black No. 1 Black black black black No. 1.
Ah... O belo clássico dos Boney M transformado numa grande música pelos Turisas!!! (O clip não vale um chavo...lol... mas a música é mto boa...) Para ouvir o original carregar aqui!!!
There lived a certain man in Russia long ago He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow Most people looked at him with terror and with fear But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear He could preach the bible like a preacher Full of ecstasy and fire But he also was the kind of teacher Women would desire
RA RA RASPUTIN Lover of the Russian queen There was a cat that really was gone RA RA RASPUTIN Russia's greatest love machine It was a shame how he carried on
He ruled the Russian land and never mind the tsar But the kasachok he danced really wunderbar In all affairs of state he was the man to please But he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze For the queen he was no wheeler dealer Though she'd heard the things he'd done She believed he was a holy healer Who would heal her son
RA RA RASPUTIN Lover of the Russian queen There was a cat that really was gone RA RA RASPUTIN Russia's greatest love machine It was a shame how he carried on
But when he's drinking and musting And hungers of power become known to more and more people Their demands to do something about this outrageous man Grew louder and louder
"Hey hey"
"This man's just got to go!" declared his enemies But the ladies begged "Don't you try to do it, please" No doubt this Rasputin had lots of hidden charms Though he was a brute they just fell into his arms Then one night some men of higher standing Set a trap, they're not to blame "Come to visit us" they kept demanding And he really came
RA RA RASPUTIN Lover of the Russian queen They put some poison into his wine RA RA RASPUTIN Russia's greatest love machine He drank it all and he said "I feel fine"
RA RA RASPUTIN Lover of the Russian queen They didn't quit, they wanted his head RA RA RASPUTIN Russia's greatest love machine And so they shot him till he was dead
Há muito anos um rapaz chamado Elfo, ou Raistlin (ou carinhosamente apenas Raist) mostrou-me esta banda e carinhosamente me deu um cd deles (apesar de ser ele a fazer anos...)...
Os Haggard são Alemães e tocam metal sinfónico medieval (Quêê??)...lol...
O Clip é do (não favorito) LOTR... mas adequa-se à música...
Algo novo para quem não conhece com um beijo especial para o Elfo... da Meia... (eheheh)
Suffering dementia Unchains the secret's bearer Unholy visions "God forgive me!" Are coming nearer - coming nearer, Amen!
Dementia slowly unlightens the mind And satan steals the morninglight
Domine [Lord]
Viju svet V notschi tumanoi [I see the light in the mist of night] Ne prognat mne prisrak strany [Can't banish the strange ghost] Svet Negasnusei svetschi [The light of ever-burning candle] Gorit, Gorit V notschi [Is burning, burning in the night] Svet Negasnusei svetschi [The light of ever-burning candle] Gorit, Gorit V notschi [Is burning, burning in the night]
So God has found him weeping And wrath flickered deep withing His eyes So thy shalt suffer As long ago the one's been crucified The keeper of the Lord's mark Is rising up with this ability Heavenly damnation So thou shalt trust the seer...
Svet Negasnusei svetschi [The light of ever-burning candle] Gorit, Gorit V notschi [Is burning, burning in the night]
Está frio... A cama chama-me para o quente mas não quero... o frio faz-me sentir viva... há qualquer coisa nele que me acalma... Não que esteja agitada... hoje o dia nem foi muito turbulento... os meus pensamentos é que o são... Ao menos assim penso apenas que está frio e não no que não me apetece pensar... Sorrio... a musica invade-me os ouvidos e a cabeça enche-se de recordações... Belas noites foram onde o frio também apertou... mas a música aquece por dentro... O coração bate mais forte e aí vamos nós... Uma nova viagem... uma nova vida... Nada é igual a ao que era... Tudo muda aos olhos de música nova... o mesmo cenário perante diferentes músicas tem significados diferentes... Nada se estranha... Tudo se entranha... Sentimentos, emoções... tudo o que nos rodeia rodopia num mar de sensações... É por isso que a música, tal como o frio, me faz sentir viva... é algo que me enche de energia... algo que me dá vontade de correr mundo fora a ouvir vezes sem conta a melodia das guitarras e as vozes gritadas... Um dia serei feliz ao percorrer terras distantes com o coração cheio de vida para dar... Um dia a melodia vai encher-me o coração e transbordar para os braços... e então abraçarei toda a gente... Vida nefasta a minha de hoje... nada mais sinto senão frio... ...Mas a cama está mesmo já ali... é preciso é vontade...
Queria só pedir para que quando deixarem comentários assinarem, mesmo que eu não vos conheça. Todos os comments anónimos serão apagados, independentemente do que digam.
