(Smith/Dickinson)
Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
To Golden Goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Some blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death
The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that treaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.
The blind men shout "Let the creatures out
We'll show the unbeliverers."
The napalm screams of human flames
Of a prime time Belsen feast ... yeah!
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy
We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies.
The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that treaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.
The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you
As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song
To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.
The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that treaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.
Viena mėgstamiausių Iron Maiden dainų. Atrodo viskas Maiden'ų repertuare vienoda arba panašu, bet vis tiek atsiranda dainų, kurios labiau patinka už kitas. Gal tik riff'as taip žavi... Bet vis tiek patinka, man tai yra puiku. 10 balų
Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we dont need a reason
The golden goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Some blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Heres my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death.
The killers breed or the demons seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedoms stain,
But dont you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb.
The blind men shout let the creatures out
Well show the unbelievers
The napalm screams of human flames
Of a prime time belsen feast...yeah!
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy,
We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies.
The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you.
As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song,
To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.
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Didelę gyvenimo dalį praleidžiame darydami klaidas, didelę - nieko nedarydami, o visą gyvenimą - darydami ne tai, ką reikia. -Seneka-
and wait for further instructions!"
"Alright everybody, tie your shoes!"
"Fire!"
"The chase is better than the catch!"
"I can smell the sun"
"Move your ass Hyper Hyper"
Jei kas clube sokinejot per mileniumo laikus tai buvo tokia vokieciu grupe apie samakata.
"How much is the fish?"
"It's nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice!"
"Always Hardcore!"
"Open your mind and your trousers!"
"Get off your shirts
JOKE:
Kai silentist isgeres soka leta su vce pagal scooter balade break it up. Piktas neadekvatus silentisto balsas surinka spirdamas virtuven zmonai: uz kiek zuvi pirkai, visu garsu kaip scooter dainikas
As, vce, myliu
Moody Blues
Suzanne Ciani
Frank Zappa
Kitaro
East 17
Julio Iglesias
Solitudes
Tangerine Dream
Silentist megstamiausi:
Kendrick Lamar
Duran Duran
Bryan Adams
Keith Jarrett
Bernward Koch
Steve Hackett
Jim Brickman
Joe Satriani
The orb
Elton
2012 m. gegužės 27 d. 20:52:51
Viena mėgstamiausių Iron Maiden dainų. Atrodo viskas Maiden'ų repertuare vienoda arba panašu, bet vis tiek atsiranda dainų, kurios labiau patinka už kitas. Gal tik riff'as taip žavi... Bet vis tiek patinka, man tai yra puiku. 10 balų
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„Nieko nepadarysi“ - Kurtas Vonegutas
2009 m. birželio 18 d. 13:49:38
But we dont need a reason
The golden goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Some blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Heres my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death.
The killers breed or the demons seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedoms stain,
But dont you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb.
The blind men shout let the creatures out
Well show the unbelievers
The napalm screams of human flames
Of a prime time belsen feast...yeah!
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy,
We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies.
The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you.
As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song,
To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.
Midnight...all night...
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Jie turi ir geresnių gabalų..
2009 m. balandžio 15 d. 15:30:37
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Didelę gyvenimo dalį praleidžiame darydami klaidas, didelę - nieko nedarydami, o visą gyvenimą - darydami ne tai, ką reikia. -Seneka-