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Pantera - Living Through Me (Hells' Wrath)
I cannot take the take,
your condition was nod awake
A selfish cryer, boldface liar,
robbing all of what you could take in
Stabbed towards a death,
a dirty smelling girl
Shit decisions, no provisions,
filling veins with juice of chaos
Painted face, olive drab, swollen hole, empty bag,
sunken eyes, whining dog,
it's times like this you should pray for never
I broke your fucking mold
then threw away the cast,
new religion and new provisions,
it's amazing you're alive
Drop the needle and stop what you're changing into
Erase the end dissolving, disgrace is needed more
So I mended severed ties,
through flesh we cauterized
the undeserving, sliming, writhing,
I filled you up with watered promise
Painted face, olive drab, swollen hole, empty bag,
sunken eyes, whining dog,
it's times like this you should pray for never
So now I've seen it all,
Hells' wrath,
no man has greater glory,
cause now you're living through me
So I'm done with saving you,
a gift unto myself,
a tired savior, a wasted favor,
and I'm lucky I'm alive
Drop the needle and stop what you're changing into
Erase the end dissolving, disgrace is needed more
I broke your fucking mold
then threw away the cast
Painted face, olive drab, swollen hole, empty bag,
sunken eyes, whining dog,
Spitting teeth, oral lust, alley fuck,
angel dust, anal whore, bleeding knees,
it's times like this to pray for murder
So now I've seen it all,
Hells' wrath,
no man has greater glory,
cause now you're living through me
Down - Lifer
Free at last, I'm the past,
Undone in unknown prison,
I'm holding on. Peace and need?
A mouth to feed?
I'm standing way on
The other side. I'm staring
Right back at myself,
And through it's frozen image,
I'm laughing right back
At my health - Lifelong
Arms in knots, never spot,
My blood is fading
On the world. Stealing keys?
Soul to me?
And to the Brotherhood with what
Writes the pain.
I'm staring
Right back at myself,
And through it's frozen image,
I'm laughing right back
At my health - Lifelong
I'm a lifer.
I'm staring
Right back at myself,
And through it's frozen image,
I'm laughing right back
At my health
I'm a lifer.
The dirty lord of the manor surveys his filthy domain
Too many nights raising hell worked a little all too well.
Constructed a monument to denial and excess
Sunk so low, crawled so far back there's nowhere left to regress.
If these walls could talk, they would tell a horror story
Never-ending winter, violence and infidelity
Shadows fall through broken panes
Careless words that are filled with hate
Just enough to keep it together, never enough to make it work.
All the tongues here are forked.
We are a hailstorm of broken glass, follow the path of least expectancy.
A huge stinking pile of sick, pile it higher and higher.
Light the match, start the fire.
Level this place until nothing is left and take us with it.
Surroundings are irate.
Crack of dawn brings naught but pain.
Resentment steadily grows.
Laughing in the gallows.
Full throttle determined to fail, pedal to the metal asleep at the wheel.
We are the lucky ones, welcome home.
Poisoned nerves and a bloody antidote
Violence is not an aberration, it's a rule.
Dying beyond the pale.
Your beatings will continue until my morale improves.
I don't hate you, I'm just removing an enemy.
Remorse is for the dead, my enemy.
Remorse is for the dead.
So goddamn easy to write this,
You make it spill on the page.
So drunk on yourself, self-righteous,
The laughing stock of your own fucking sage.
But I ain't one to call names,
Or throw stones in a house of glass.
You try me.
This is a motherfucking invitation
The only one you could ever need.
This is a motherfucking invitation.
You try me.
Just one time you got a reason,
Heard you had nothing to lose.
A pied preacher for the pin-eyed congregation,
It must be easy to lose.
But I ain't one of those names,
Or throw stones in a house of glass.
You try me.
This is a motherfucking invitation
The only one you could ever need.
This is a motherfucking invitation.
You try me.
You can tell the same lie a thousand times,
But it never gets anymore true,
So close your eyes once more and once more believe
That they all still believe in you.
Just one time.
This is a motherfucking invitation
The only one you could ever need
This is a motherfucking invitation
Just one time
This is a motherfucking invitation
You try me
Just one time
You try me
Just one time
You try me
You try me
Oliti ljudi s kojima se znate i kao dobri ste si s njima, ali vas uvijek nekako uspiju popljuvat kad okrenete leđa. Možda je problem u vama, možda ste glupi i ne shvaćate da vas oni samo iskorištavaju, ali ipak je to malo kurvinski, ono, chazzer.
Druga mogućnost je da ste vi zapravo normalna osoba, možda malo uspiješnija od ostalih, a u vašoj okolini postoje djetinjaste individue, koje ne podnose vaš uspijeh i u žaru svoje ljubomore popljuju vas čim okrenete leđa.
Možda.
Vidjet ćemo.
Without you woman by my side
I'm contemplating suicide torn from all my pride
A man tells me, son that ain't the way
Gonna make a deal with you child
Gonna live another day
Just sign right here son
Everything will be alright
Ain't nothing I wouldn't do
All & everything for you
Your love is all I know and ever knew
Therefore I have sold my soul for you
I was told by this man it would be worth my while
He'd return me to my woman
Return me to my smile ----
It's all I ask for in this life
Whatever's wrong son he told me he'd make right
Just sign right here child
Everything going to be alright
All for you
Just sign right here son
Everything going to be alright
Hvala.
Pozdrav svima. Ovo će biti kratak post i u njemu ću samo spomenuti nešto što me je užasno razljutilo, no idemo redom.
Dakle, rečenica navedena u naslovu jest zapravo Članak 10. Zakona o policiji. U toj rečenici jest ukratko sažeta zadaća policijskog službenika odnosno murjaka ili drota. Nemojte biti zavarani, iako se čini jednostavnom, njihova je zadaća teška. Oni svakog dana riskiraju svoje živote da bi izvršili svoje dužnosti. Policijski službenik (odnosno murjak ili drot) RH bi trebao biti uzora svima nama. Sjajan primjer požrtvovnosti i predanosti radu.
Jake snage MUP-a neće dopustiti ugrožavanje života i osobne sigurnosti ljudi i imovine. Jake snage MUP-a bdiju nad nama i štite nas od bezobzirnih mladića koji ugrožavaju živote u prometu vozeći se na motoru bez kacige. Jake snage MUP-a su spremne istupiti i prekinuti bend na koncertu jer svojom svirkom ugrožavaju osobnu sigurnost ljudi i imovine. Neka svi zločinci strepe, jer kako piše u naslovu:
Policijski službenik dužan je u svako doba poduzeti nužne radnje radi zaštite života i osobne sigurnosti ljudi i imovine.
Jake snage MUP-a vas promatraju.
Da, i još jedno pitanje za kraj.
Jesmo li mi (Power Trip) toliko ugoržavali živote i osobnu sigurnost ljudi i imovine, da nam ni u kojem slučaju nisu smjeli dopustiti da odsviramo do kraja (još 10 minuta)?
Hvala.
OK. Kaj ima?
Kod mene isto.
Ono, "A little bit tired and a bad attitude.", i slične pizdarije. Nisam raspoložen za pisanje razumnih stvari, doduše imam jednu ideju, izraz, misao o kojoj bi mogao pisati, ali sam prelijen.
E, da! Otkrio sam da mi je alkoholiziranje, jos uvijek, relativno zabavno.
a little bit of sunshine
a little bit of booze
a little bit of me
and a little bit of you
a little bit country
a little bit of blues
a little slice of heaven
and a little piece of you...come on
alcohaulin' ass
pour another drink in my glass
alcohaulin' ass
alcohaul...in' ass
a little bit thirsty
a little bit used
a little bit of whiskey
and a little pinch of chew
a little bit tired
and a bad attitude
a little bit of drinkin
and another piece of you
alcohaulin' ass
pour another drink in my glass
alcohaulin' ass
alcohaulin'
alcohaulin'
you drove me to it
so there was nothing i could do
you pushed me down
split me right in two
now i found the long hard road
carried the weight of you
boy oh boy god damn
only one thing left to do
alcohaulin' ass
pour another drink in my glass
alcohaulin' ass
pour another drink in my glass
alcohaul...in' ass
Hellyeah!
Doslovce.
U svakom slučaju, nisam se mnogo promijenio od kad je škola završila. Nemam pojma kakve to veze ima s ičime, ali glavno da sam ja to izjavio.
Hellyeah!
Joj da! Još jedna stvar...
To all you fuckin’ people thinking you’re better than me,
I hold up my middle finger and give my hellyeah!
Tek toliko da se razumijemo.
I za kraj mi (Power Trip) sviramo na krijesu 23.6. za više informacija (ok, ne toliko više) vidi
Power Trip TV
Pa-pa
Hmmm...
Dakle koncert smo obavili i bilo je super. OK, meni je bilo super, Bruni je bilo super, ali neki perfekcionisti plaču kako su griješili i slične gluposti. No nema veze, sve je ok, volimo mi njih zbog tog perfekcionizma .
Sad se spremamo za nastavak, bit će još bolje. Hellyeah!
To na stranu...
Sve je postalo jako dosadno od kad nema škole. Znam da to zvuči čudno, ali to je istina. Sad moram učiti za maturu i prijemne, ne želim, to je dosadno, ali moram, jebiga.
Pričam gluposti.
Pardon, pišem gluposti.
Pošto trenutačno nemam ništa pametno za reći, zatražit ću od vas koji ovo čitate da kažete nešto pametno.
Bilo bi mi drago kad bi komentirali naš (Power Trip) nastup na koncu (26.5.), svaki komentar, prijedlog, kritika su dobrodošli. Također možete pitati ako vas nešto zanima vezano uz nas (Power Trip) i naše pjesme.
Pozdrav!
...
So I don't know what it is I'm supposed to do
About this awkward situation
That's been forced down right upon me
As I'm walking down into
On my own, into the valley of life
...
Točno to.
Sutra maturijada i za mene kraj nastave.
Za mjesec dana ću biti gotov s maturom, dakle maturirati cu u Gimnaziji Karlovac i biti ću...
Što?
The educated fool.
Ne znam...
Nekako i ne želim otići iz gimnazije, ne toliko zbog prijatelja, koliko zbog osjećaja sigurnosti i nesamostalnosti.
Nesamostalnosti?
Da.
Nimalo me ne privlači pomisao da ću u Zagrebu biti prepušten samome sebi. To je previše za ovako lijenu osobu kao što sam ja.
No nemam izbora. Kad završim gimnaziju biti ću...
Što?
The educated fool.
Ne želim biti budala. Želim iskoristiti svoj potencijal bez obzira na poteškoće s kojima ću se morati suočiti. Znam da to mogu postići i to namjeravam učiniti. Zapravo, ovdje se uopće više ne radi o školovanju. Ovdje se radi ukratko o odrastanju i shvaćanju nekih stvari.
To je najteži dio.
Nakon toga je sve nizbrdo.
Dakle cilj koji bih sebi, kao osobi, trebao postaviti jest da u narednih 5-6 godina odrastem. Moram odrasti u svakom pogledu. Ne smatram se odraslom osobom, možda me neki smatraju, ali ja sebe ne smatram odraslim.
Smatram se možda pretjerano ozbiljnim u nekim situacijama, no to je daleko od odrastanja.
Ništa...
Javit ću vam kako napreduje moje odrastanje.
...
Do you really wanna be
Just another statistic or feel
That you really should aspire
That you really do deserve more
Do you ever really feel
That you have so much potential inside
What you really have to give
Could be realised so much more
...
Goddamn...
Osjećam se lijepo, sretan sam, imam osobu koja me voli i koju ja volim i to vec godinu dana.
Godinu dana...
Možda zvuči kao puno, ali... zapravo je premalo.
Premalo. Želim još, još i još.
I namjeravam postići još, još i još.
Jer ju volim.
Volim ju.
Volim te!
Da...
Sretan sam!
Za Power Trip drive-by potreban je:
a) auto
b) brutalna mjuza
c) šminkersko okupljalište
d) Power Trip
e) alkohol u krvi sudionika (osim u krvi vozača auta)
Dakle cijela stvar se sastoji u tome da se Power Trip (lagano pod gasom) utrpa u auto, spusti sve prozore, stavi brutalnu mjuzu i pojača ju do kraja (tj. pojača ju toliko da ni sami ne mogu razaznat koji to kurac slušaju), te se onako ležerno provozaju ispred šminkerskog okupljališta (npr. Izlog ili kak-se-već-taj-kurac-zove), po mogućnosti stanu direkt ispred okupljališta, da probuste bakicu na zebri (koja šokirano gleda u sablazan u autu dok bježi koliko ju noge nose), i nakon toga nastave vožnju ulicom pokazujući ljudima da ipak postoji tracak glazbeno ukusa (iako ne i kulture i civiliziranog ponasanja) u Karlovcu. Poželjno je da se sudionici za vrijeme Power Trip drive-by -a deru iz petnih žila, pokušavajući otpjevati pjesmu koja trešti iz zvučnika.
Preporučujem svima da to jednom pokušaju, nema veze što nije Power Trip, svaki drive-by sa brutalnim metalom je zabavan.
Šokirani pogledi ljudi na ulici su nešto neprocijenjivo.
Goddamn!
