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    VRBIKNOT THAT BRAVO FUCK
    Skladby, texty pisni, tabulatury, informace o kapelach/producentech ktery nevychazi na major labelech. Inspirace!
    rozbalit záhlaví
    MAKAK
    MAKAK --- ---
    VRBIK: jo jo, ty jsou taky skvělý
    VRBIK
    VRBIK --- ---
    dobre! diky za prispevek.
    pripomelo mi to esa z lesa z chebu
    esazlesa - Úvod - Bandzone.cz | Kytary.cz - hlavní partner
    http://bandzone.cz/esazlesa
    MAKAK
    MAKAK --- ---
    kamarádi z Plzně bohužel už nehrajou
    Owls Are Not What They Seem - Úvod - Bandzone.cz | Kytary.cz - hlavní partner
    http://bandzone.cz/owlsarenotwhattheyseem
    MOMO
    MOMO --- ---
    VRBIK: ejkejej=AKA (also known as)
    jo hehe jasně,gantz je i anime ale ja měla na myslí spíš tohle: (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gC-4bKGWXUc) hm ty posledni tri kapelky mi nic nerikaj,mrknu na ne,díky .))
    VRBIK
    VRBIK --- ---
    MOMO:
    co znamena ejkejej orchid? gantz je naka japonska manga serie ne??
    zkus najit treba ty kapely od kterych jsou tu texty.. jinak vrele doporucuje desku od Grade ktera se jmenuje And Such Is Progress. nebo treba> rites of spring, fugazi, lakmé, john ball, short time, jawbreaker.
    MOMO
    MOMO --- ---
    nazdárek,nějaký kapelky na doporučení,ejkejej orchid,gantz?? rada oplatim .))
    XINDLX
    XINDLX --- ---
    narazil sem tady na to náhodou a hned na mě vyleze text yage.... luxus, dík
    VRBIK
    VRBIK --- ---
    Yage - We lost beauty


    How and why is this potential aggression in our hands?
    Conciuosness transfered to foreign. Same we are.
    Look as you are feel like? Feel as you are look like? But where do we found ourselves?
    Mainly embed ina fantastic system. Conciousness?
    And scared we walk on. Scared of ourselves. Scared by reasons ans nothing.
    Did you sent a smile to an unknown face today?
    Did you recieve a smile today?
    How and why is this potential aggression in our hands?
    Consupmtion binds the eyes and we buy numbness! Can you be yourself?
    Is it still blood floating through or veins? Can i be myself or is it the newest trend
    that makesa million hearts beat. To find myself!
    Are you scared to smile? I know it is trivial, but somehow essential
    VRBIK
    VRBIK --- ---
    1000 Travels Of Jawaharlal - With Smile And Slobber (original v japonstine si odpustim :) ):
    You seem always to look for something reassure you.
    You buy what everybody buys, you sing what everybody sings.
    However, why do you always feel so uneasy? Why do you always have a fake smile?
    You seem to always be following something afraid to miss anything.
    You say what everybody says, you do what everybody does.
    However, why do you always feel so uneasy? Why do you always Have a fake smile?
    And you get new pressure. It's just repetition.
    You know you do the bent smile, you know you are awkward.
    Do you want to be with a true good smile?
    I want to be with a true good smile.
    VRBIK
    VRBIK --- ---
    Maximilian Colby - Balance
    "A Woman Is Talking to Death"

    One
    Testimony in trials that never got heard

    my lovers teeth are white geese flying above me
    my lovers muscles are rope ladders under my hands

    we were driving home slow
    my lover and I, across the long Bay Bridge,
    one February midnight, when midway
    over in the far left lane, I saw a strange scene:

    one small young man standing by the rail,
    and in the lane itself, parked straight across
    as if it could stop anything, a large young
    man upon a stalled motorcycle, perfectly
    relaxed as if he'd stopped at a hamburger stand;
    he was wearing a peacoat and levis, and
    he had his head back, roaring, you
    could almost hear the laugh, it
    was so real.
    "Look at that fool," I said, "in the
    middle of the bridge like that," a very
    womanly remark.

    Then we heard the meaning of the noise
    of metal on a concrete bridge at 50
    miles an hour, and the far left lane
    filled up with a big car that had a
    motorcycle jammed on its front bumper, like
    the whole thing would explode; the friction
    sparks shot up bright orange for many feet
    into the air, and the racket still sets
    my teeth on edge.

    When the car stopped we stopped parallel
    and Wendy headed for the callbox while I
    ducked across those 6 lanes like a mouse
    in the bowling alley. "Are you hurt?" I said,
    the middle-aged driver had the greyest black face,
    "I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop, what happened?"

    Then I remembered. "Somebody, " I said, "was on
    the motorcycle." I ran back,
    one block? two blocks? The space for walking
    on the bridge is maybe 18 inches, whoever
    engineered this arrogance. in the dark
    stiff wind it seemed I would
    be pushed over the rail, would fall down
    screaming onto the hard surface of
    the bay, but I did not, I found the tall young man
    who thought he owned the bridge, now lying on
    his stomach, head cradled in his broken arm.

    He had glasses on, but somewhere he had lost
    most of his levis, where were they?
    And his shoes. Two short cuts on his buttocks,
    that was the only mark except his thin white
    seminal tubes were all strung out behind; no
    child left in him; and he looked asleep.

    I plucked wildly at his wrist, then put it
    down; there were two long haired women
    holding back the traffic just behind me
    with their bare hand, the machines came
    down like mad bulls, I was scared, much
    more than usual, I felt easily squished
    like the earthworms crawling on a busy
    sidewalk after the rain; I wanted to
    leave. And met the driver, walking back.

    "The guy is dead." I gripped his hand,
    the wind was going to blow us off the bridge.

    "Oh my God" he said, "haven't I had enough
    trouble in my life?" He raised his head,
    and for a second was enraged and yelling,
    at the top of the bridge "I was just driving
    home!" His head fell down. "My God, and
    now I've killed somebody."

    I looked down at my own peacoat and levis,
    then over at the dead man's friend, who
    was bawling and blubbering, what they would
    call hysteria in a woman. "It isn't possible"
    he wailed, but it was possible, it was
    indeed, accomplished and unfeeling, snoring
    in its peacoat, and without its levis on.

    He died laughing: that's a fact.

    I had a woman waiting for me,
    in her car and in the middle of the bridge,
    I'm frightened, I said.
    I'm afraid, he said, stay with me,
    please don't go, stay with me, be
    my witness "No," I said, "I'll be your
    witness later," and I took his name
    and number, "but I can't stay with you,
    I'm too frightened of the bridge, besides
    I have a woman waiting
    and no license
    and no tail lights "
    So I left
    as I have left so many of my lovers.

    we drove home
    shaking, Wendy's face greyer
    than any white person's I have ever seen.
    maybe he beat his wife, maybe he once
    drove taxi, and raped a lover
    of mine how to know these things?
    we do each other in, that's a fact.

    who will be my witness?
    death wastes our time with drunkenness
    and depression
    death, who keeps us from our
    lovers.
    he had a woman waiting for him,
    I found when I called the number
    days later

    "Where is he" she said, "he's disappeared/"
    "He'll be all right" I said, "we could
    have hit the guy as easy as anybody, it
    wasn't anybody's fault, they'll know that,"
    women so often say dumb things like that,
    they teach us to be sweet and reassuring,
    and say ignorant things, because we don't invent
    the crime, the punishment, the bridges

    that same week I looked into the mirror
    and nobody was there to testify;
    how clear, and unemployed queer woman
    makes no witness at all,
    nobody at all was there for
    those two questions: what does
    she do, and who is she married to?

    I am the woman who stopped on the bridge
    and this is the man who was there
    our lovers teeth are white geese flying
    above us, but we ourselves are
    easily squished.

    keep the women small and weak
    and off the street, and off the
    bridges, that's the way, brother
    one day I will leave you there,
    as I have left you there before,
    working for death.

    we found out later
    what we left him to.
    Six big policemen answered the call,
    all white, and no child in them.
    they put the driver up against his car
    and beat the hell out of him.
    What did you kill that poor kid for?
    you mutherfucking nigger.
    that's a fact.

    Death only uses violence
    when there is any kind of resistance,
    the rest of the time a slow
    weardown will do.

    They took him to 4 different hospitals
    til they got a drunk test report to fit their
    case, and held him five days in jail
    without a phone call.
    how many lovers have we left.

    there are as many contradictions to the game,
    as there are players.
    a woman is talking to death,
    though talk is cheap, and like takes a long time
    to make
    right. He got a cheesy lawyer
    who had him cop a plea, 15 to 20
    instead of life
    Did I say life?

    the arrogant young man who thought he
    owned the bridge, and fell asleep on it
    he died laughing: that's a fact.
    the driver sits out his time
    off the street somewhere,
    does he have the most vacant of
    eyes, will he die laughing?


    a table they made and on it was laid a baby we gave and I'm so dry mud cracked I maybe we deny where these walls won't let go of my eyes we made a circle of smoke on a train please same me from saying it was easy we were driving across the bridge so slow he lost his child in the snow
    VRBIK
    VRBIK --- ---
    From Monument To Masses - Sharpshooter
    Divided and conquered
    Well rise and shine
    Your orders have arrived
    And while we were sleeping it off
    We've been iron clad
    Like the Merimac was

    "It's probably the worst instant human toll of any crime, and that may be true, but there are terrorist crimes with effects a bit more drawn out that are much more extreme. Nevertheless it's a historic event 'cause there was a change. The change was the direction in which the guns were pointed. During these close to 200 years the United States expelled or mostly exterminated the indigenous populations... however many people; conquered half of Mexico, carried iout depredations all over the region, Central America, sometimes beyond; conquered Hawaii and the Philippines, killing several hundred thousand Filipinos in the process; since the Second World War it's extended its reach around the world in ways I don't have to describe. But it was always killing someone else. The fighting was somewhere else. It was others getting slaughtered, not here."
    -Noam Chomsky
    VRBIK
    VRBIK --- ---
    a jeste jednou..
    POD TLAKEM

    dlouhá cesta jim vtiskla do chodidel znamení jejich viny

    krvácející stigmata mi připomněla rozbitá kolena

    a dětskou bezstarostnost

    jsou nepoučitelní

    a nyní se téměř plazí a vydechují kousky popela

    které se vznáší do stratosféry

    oni neví, že s každým mrtvým zvířetem

    je náklad těžší a těžší

    s poslední obětí se jim zlomí dětská kolena

    odmítnutá odpovědnost je tak zatraceně těžká

    VRBIK
    VRBIK --- ---
    Ravelin7 - Cyberlove
    CYBERLOVE

    celá .. elektrická .. moderní .. nahraditelná

    dokonalá .. plastická .. chladná

    chladná

    efekt dokonalého těla

    v oparu umělého snu

    ve víru silikonové krásy

    která zastřela můj zrak

    máme to po čem všichni touží

    máme to o čem všichni mluví (vzrušení)

    kapky sperma v modrých očích

    které vytlačily slzy vyhnané brutalitou lásky

    to je to co všichni chtějí

    to o čem všichni sní (normální)

    dokonalý pocit

    tělo zmučené permanentní vášní

    zborcené hranice svědomí

    tu mez kam až lze zajít

    a já miluji

    miluji

    miluji ten pocit být v tobě

    né s tebou pryč od tebe

    miluji, miluji, miluji, když jsi celá perverzní

    moderní

    krásná

    recyklovatelná

    chladná

    chladná

    cyberlove
    VRBIK
    VRBIK --- ---
    Frodus - Out-Circuit The Ending
    Feels like all our days were stolen . Waiting for the bombs to start falling . Born without wings . Drawn to fight . Drawn to win . Drawn to be erased . Chainless . Undying . At least I'm not innocent . In the dust of the least design I will take to the sky . Passion replaced by strategy . Your stained glass heart yearns for it . An open door somewhere waits for me . Your arms are strong but they do not find me
    VRBIK
    VRBIK --- ---
    http://noladiy.org/deardiary.html Dead Diary, I seem To Be Dead.. ke stazeni nahravky zdarm
    VRBIK
    VRBIK --- ---
    Dear Diary, I seem To Be Dead - 04.08.03 (ten) :
    When I closed my eyes.

    I could barely see the light.

    I felt out to the edge of the track.

    First off, to the left.

    Then to the right.

    Why take a chance?

    Why risk surviving this crash?

    I could feel it in my feet.

    Then in the knees.

    Then in the stomach.

    I think I hear--screeching and blowing.

    My eyes fail--screeching and blowing. And force themselves open--screeching and blowing.

    Why take a chance?

    Why risk surviving this crash?

    I think the engine said, I think the engine said.

    I think I made that up.

    I think I made that up.

    We are animals, driven by desires.

    We are consumed, buying their picture of happiness.

    We deal in lives, trading people like things.

    We are machines, turning emotions off and on like a switch.

    And when I close my eyes, I can barely see the light.

    Feel out into darkness: nothing--nothing.

    There is no one to catch me: just me--just me.

    And somehow this feels right.

    This is a break from relentless give and take.

    This is a break, a chance to move on. This is a time of silence, of silence and peace.

    Alone inside my head.

    VRBIK
    VRBIK --- ---
    Four hundred years - New Imperialism
    what we've built
    on the backs of every culture
    in our path
    it's just started
    welcome to
    the United States
    of the world
    who's our god?
    it's the dollar
    can you see the colors bleed to one?
    you think we'd get enough, but we never do
    satisfy our thirst
    what we call 'free trade' is enslavement for the poor
    no free rides
    on this train
    they'll all play by our rules
    just to compete
    your resources
    your child labor
    thanks for playing
    it's all ours
    for the dollar

    will we let them pull the wool over our eyes
    like the last time?
    will we let them tell us everything is fine
    like the last time?
    will we let them paint our lives in red, white, and blue?
    VRBIK
    VRBIK --- ---
    Grade - Such is a progress
    we are living in a world of unconsciousness and in this world we are devoid of all sensibility, a gross self interest of undefined proportions, education eliminates itself diluting the path which leads beyond the curriculum of uniformity and the actuality of thinking, expanding, defying and redefining. a nd propose that we depart from the duties that we have been conditioned to serve, a civil disobedience of sorts in order to reroute the political authorities which control the execution of law and order that service the few. i defy what capitalism has become and i defy what it has done to me. and living in this world the solutions that are so desperately needed are provided yet ignored. an intellectual insurgence awaits as we educate each other and learn from those who have gone beyond the perimeters of mindlessness. ... and such is progress.

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