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    Nikolas Asimos

    I collapse!


    You even took to the streats
    You go with the freaks
    And you're exterminating me psychologically
    And you start with your feministics

    Independence you were seeking too
    You run with whoever you can reach and whoever happens in your path
    Why should I love you then?

    I collapse! And can't take it anymore!
    I'll fall in love with Papandreou, with Popei, with Zoro!
    And I'll never fall in love with a female again!


    With a Kniti (youth member of communist party)first, and with a christian,
    With a horny muslim
    And with a clownish junkie!

    Excuses are redundant
    And experiences, you had enough of them
    Eh, finally, make up your mind what you want

    I collapse! You're pushing it too far!
    How will I avoid the destined, I've even became a horned one!(cheated upon)
    My free love, you ache!


    It has become fashion
    Who would cripple whom
    Era of the wheel/running and of the nuclear
    Eh, so I sit and I get beaten then!

    But one is the Lion, and all the rest of you are cheese!
    I won't put up with another knife strike
    Man, where did I find such lad-ness/bravery

    I collapse! And can't take it anymore!
    I'll fall in love with Papandreou, with Popei, with Zoro
    And I'll never fall in love with a female again!


    I collapse! And can't take it anymore!
    I'll petition Papandreou, to make me a minister
    And I'll never fall in love with a female again!

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    • Alkistis Protopsalti

      The salvation of the soul


      The countryside's mornings
      We will find them again
      into eachothers arms, in bed
      And it doesn't matter that so soon
      We will be looking without seeking something

      The certainty's materials
      are sweet words written in tapes
      For those things that came so late
      But heart took them with open palms

      The salvation of the soul is a very big thing
      Like a little recreational trip with a hidden trauma

      A solitaire beach and that we would lay there our lives' pace
      And it doesn't matter that so many kisses
      Before they become old, the wave will take them

      And there at the end of the line, we would give away our old pieces
      To those things that were so small
      But who threw shadows to look like palaces

      The salvation of the soul is a very big thing
      Like a little recreational trip with a hidden trauma

      The salvation of the soul is a very big thing
      Like a little recreational trip with a hidden trauma

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      • negative one, mudvayne.

        Losses, losers and more, gain of life's pleasures cohorts listen
        behind the doors to a life meaningless less than zero in me all my walls
        falling down pains aloft misery
        I'm sure that the lessons were learned I'm sure that the punishments
        went well deserved by the pawn in the plan taste of **** bitterness
        walk from me everything systematically

        Come on youweretheone youweretheone,
        To dredge up **** inside of me in my pointless life of nothing
        Tell me what I'm supposed to be
        Tell me who I'm supposed to be
        Tell me what it takes to ascend
        Tell me what it takes to live

        Patience, pleasures and rewards, come in due time stare at the sun
        I'm bored in a life meaningless soaking up all of me like the cross
        you worship life is loss look at me I'm sure that some day we'll wake
        up I'm sure that some day we'll wake from the dream
        Of success and focus...tunneling to the light glowing deep inside of
        me your taunting I wake up

        Come on youweretheone youweretheone,
        To dredge up **** inside of me in my pointless life of nothing
        Tell me what I'm supposed to be
        Tell me who I'm supposed to be
        Tell me what it takes to ascend
        Tell me what it takes to live
        Tell me nOW!
        Tell me nOW!

        Pain misery distress dismal know where depressed idiot failure
        In me......calling......loser......man I'm the
        Loser......loser.....loser......in me......who I am....in me....

        Don't feel sorry don't feel sorry for me
        Don't need your sympathy or empathy, don't need your sympathy inside
        of me,
        Don't need your sympathy or empathy, don't need your sympathy inside
        of me,
        Don't feel sorry don't feel sorry for me

        Come on
        I know youweretheone youweretheone
        Numb to feelings inside of me why I've seized my vision
        Don't need you to tell me who to be
        Don't need you to tell me what to be
        Don't need you to tell me how to ascend
        Don't need you to tell me how to live
        I wasn't born with enough middle fingers.
        [Brandon Roderick? You mean Brock's Toadie?][Hanged from Yggdrasil]

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        • another translated

          Alkistis Protopsalti

          Let's go to Adonis for coffee


          Wherever you go
          You'll always be here
          You'll be having the key
          And be opening the door

          But I'm afraid my baby
          That I would go away

          Come on, let's go our two for a walk
          Let's go to Adonis for a coffee
          Where babes go and freaks too
          And athletes lay back there
          And where a fat (woman) goes
          At Sundays to make her stress go away!

          And everything seem like a nothing
          And circulate unsuspiciously
          And you are my longing
          My coffee and my cigarettes

          Whetever we'll live, we've seen it
          Like some scene from another movie
          And the whole world my baby can and lives it
          Come on I'm buying you coffee at the plaza
          Last edited by Bereta_Eder; October 31, 2003, 07:00.

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          • Luck Of The Irish, The
            John Lennon
            Yoko Ono


            If you have the luck of the Irish,
            You'd be sorry and wish you were dead
            You should have the luck of the Irish
            And you'd wish you was English instead!

            A thousand years of torture and hunger
            Drove the people away from their land,
            A land full of beauty and wonder
            Was raped by the British brigands!

            If you could keep voices like flowers
            There'd be shamrocks all over the world.
            If you could drink dreams like the Irish streams
            Then the world would be high as the mountain of mourn

            In the Pool they told us the story
            How the english divided the land,
            Of the pain, the death and the glory
            And the poets of auld Eireland

            If we could make chains with the morning dew
            The world would be like Galway Bay
            Let's walk over rainbows like leprechauns
            The world would be one big Blarney stone

            Why the hell are the English there anyway?
            As they kill with God on their side!
            Blame it all on the kids and the IRA!
            As the bastards commit genocide.
            Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
            "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
            He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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            • ok, this song sucks, but every time i see this "song for you" thread, it reminds me of the title, which is "smile for you".

              very irritating anime song, from love hina. it's the kind that makes your brain crawl up the wall while your skin bubbles in putrid horror.

              ===

              (fan-translated. not by me.)

              I will forever Smile, smile for you
              Gazing at you from afar
              Take good care of this heartbeat of mine
              I gently put on the lipstick I've always wanted
              I've discovered a self different from the one of the past
              But hey, no matter how much a stretch out to reach you
              I'm always a couple of centimeters short from your heart
              Hey Who is it that you wish to see right now?
              I want to be your answer Someday Surely Surely
              I will forever Smile, smile for you
              I search for you in the skies
              Where I count the falling stars
              Please Smile, smile for me
              Even just for a moment
              Take notice of my lonely heart
              Now looking down without saying a word
              I used to flee when my eyes meet those of another
              My heart is brimming and somehow it hurts so much
              The passionate feelings sleeping
              In my confused heart, hey look, awaken
              Hey There's someone I want to see most
              Just with that thought I want to become stronger, gentler
              I will forever Smile, smile for you
              Gazing at you from afar
              Take good care of this heartbeat of mine
              Occasionally Smile, smile for me too
              Don't pretend as if you didn't know
              Embrace my lonely heart
              That's about to weep whenever the wind blows
              I will forever Smile, smile for you
              So that these feelings where I think of you
              Do reach you
              Please Smile, smile for me
              Even just for a moment
              Take notice of my lonely heart
              Now looking down without saying a word
              B♭3

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              • Fivos Delivorias


                She who walks by


                Inside my own wide world as usual,
                And all of the sudden I see her walk by

                With an Eleutheroudakis bag
                And smiling to me

                Snails in Stadiou and clovers in Sina
                You beautify, my walk, Athens

                Lemon trees in Korai
                Climbing plants in Zonars

                I want to see you
                In seclusion/exclusivity


                She who walks by
                Let us ask her and see where she's going
                Let's ask her our destination
                Her unknown way to find/meet ours

                I ask her what's up
                She tells me I'm simply going to my university class
                To my dance/fest, to my convention, to my philosophy (class)

                Gardens in Benaki
                Places of pasture in Skoufa

                People buzz around your blossom
                Indigo little windows on taxis and the trolleys
                Everybody is greeting eachother

                She who walks by
                Let us ask her and see where she's going
                Let's ask her our destination
                Her unknown way to meet ours

                Snails in Stadiou
                and clovers in Sina
                You beautify, my walk, Athens

                If you don't have something to do
                I'm marrying you now
                And the spring begins.

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                • Crocodile Rock
                  Elton John


                  I remember when rock was young
                  Me and Suzie had so much fun
                  holding hands and skimming stones
                  Had an old gold Chevy and a place of my own
                  But the biggest kick I ever got
                  was doing a thing called the Crocodile Rock
                  While the other kids were Rocking Round the Clock
                  we were hopping and bopping to the Crocodile Rock
                  Chorus:
                  Well Croc Rocking is something shocking
                  when your feet just can't keep still
                  I never knew me a better time and I guess I never will
                  Oh mama mama those Friday nights
                  when Suzie wore her dresses tight
                  and the Crocodile Rocking was out of sight
                  na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na
                  But the years went by and the rock just died
                  Suzie went and left us for some foreign guy
                  Long nights crying by the record machine
                  dreaming of my Chevy and my old blue jeans
                  But they'll never kill the thrills we've got
                  burning up to the Crocodile Rock
                  Learning fast as the weeks went past
                  we really thought the Crocodile Rock would last
                  Chorus
                  Well Croc Rocking is something shocking
                  when your feet just can't keep still
                  I never knew me a better time and I guess I never will
                  Oh mama mama those Friday nights
                  when Suzie wore her dresses tight
                  and the Crocodile Rocking was out of sight
                  na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na
                  I remember when rock was young
                  Me and Suzie had so much fun
                  holding hands and skimming stones
                  Had an old gold Chevy and a place of my own
                  But the biggest kick I ever got
                  was doing a thing called the Crocodile Rock
                  While the other kids were Rocking Round the Clock
                  we were hopping and bopping to the Crocodile Rock
                  Well Crocodile Rocking is something shocking
                  when your feet just can't keep still
                  I never knew me a better time and I guess I never will
                  Oh Lawdy mama those Friday nights
                  when Suzie wore her dresses tight
                  and the Crocodile Rocking was out of sight
                  na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na
                  (fadeout)
                  Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                  "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                  He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                  • roughly translated

                    Papakonstantinou

                    The boat

                    A boat, old, a rotten brick
                    With some sailors, crazy, pirates
                    It lifts anchor at wild dawn
                    There are sits, if you want, empty

                    When it will be getting dark, pou les (???), at the deck
                    Thousand lights will flare up/turn on, small
                    In our company the wind will arrive
                    To whistle us songs of old

                    Come on, let's untie, let's sail
                    And I'm sick of them, I can't stand them
                    To stay up all night, to get drunk
                    To forget them all here

                    A boat, old, a rotten brick
                    unties the ropes and opens sail
                    It leaves behind it crazy and irrational (~things)
                    It lifts anchor for far away

                    We will dawn at the sea
                    The sun will be coming out
                    To do plunges
                    The parrot will be saying
                    "We got away from them"
                    And we'll be looking for other shores

                    Come on, let's untie, let's sail
                    And I'm sick of them, I can't stand them
                    To stay up all night, to get drunk
                    To forget them all here

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                    • Getaway Car, Audioslave

                      The first time I saw you, you were
                      Chasing down
                      A cyclone
                      All alone in the field
                      With rail yards and clovers
                      I kept rolling on
                      Never thought you'd wind up chasing me

                      Well settle down I won't hesitate
                      To hit the highway
                      Before you lay me to waste, no
                      Settle up and I'll help you find
                      Something to drive
                      Before you drive me insane

                      Your tired of walking
                      And you loathe the ground
                      The sideway will barely
                      Touch your feet and life moves
                      Too slowly to hold you down
                      With ringing hands
                      You take it out on me

                      Well settle down
                      I won't hesitate to hit the highway
                      Before you leave me to waste, no
                      Settle up and I'll help you find something to drive
                      Before you drive me insane

                      get yourself a car, and ride it on the wind
                      I wasn't born with enough middle fingers.
                      [Brandon Roderick? You mean Brock's Toadie?][Hanged from Yggdrasil]

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                      • For The Ban-Happy Moderators



                        30 Days In The Hole Lyrics
                        Humble Pie


                        Roll my tape
                        Ooh, ooh, ooh

                        Thirty days...
                        Anyone doin' that one?
                        I'm doin' that one

                        30 days in the hole
                        30 days in the hole
                        30 days in the hole

                        all right all right all right all right, yeah

                        Chicago Green, talkin' 'bout Black Lebanese
                        A dirty room and a silver coke spoon
                        Give me my release, come on
                        Black napalese, it's got you weak in your knees
                        Sneeze some dust that you got buzzed on
                        You know it's hard to believe

                        30 days in the hole
                        30 days in the hole
                        30 days in the hole
                        That's what they give you
                        30 days in the hole
                        I know

                        Newcastle Brown, I'm tellin' you, it can sure smack you down
                        Take a greasy whore and a rollin' dance floor
                        It's got your head spinnin' round
                        If you live on the road, well there's a new highway code
                        You take the urban noise with some dirt with poison
                        It's gonna lessen your load

                        30 days in the hole
                        That's what they give you now
                        30 days in the hole
                        Oh, yeah
                        30 days in the hole
                        All right, all right
                        30 days in the hole

                        What you doin' boy?
                        You here for 30 days
                        Get, get, get your long hair cut
                        And cut out your ways

                        Black napalese, it got you weak in your knees
                        Gonna sneeze some dust that you got busted on
                        You know it's so hard to please
                        Newcastle Brown can sure smack you down
                        You take a greasy whore and a rollin' dance floor
                        You know you're jailhouse-bound

                        30 days in the hole
                        30 days in the hole
                        30 days in the hole
                        Oh, yeah
                        30 days in the hole
                        30 days, 30 days in the hole
                        30 days in the hole
                        30 days in the hole
                        30 days in the hole
                        30 days in the hole
                        30 days in the hole
                        30 days in the hole
                        30 days in the hole
                        30 days in the hole
                        Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                        "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                        He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                        • Alekos Sakelarios

                          The last tram

                          I became tipsy and we’re late, but no matter how much I am to blame
                          Walk (faster) to catch the last tram

                          Draga droum, the little bell
                          Draga droum into the little evening
                          Draga Droum the little bell
                          To bring us slowly/limply-slowly/limply to our old little joint/house

                          Very miserable-like, it goes by our youth, the deserted/ill fated
                          Widen your pace to reach the terminus/end

                          Draga Droum, and If we find an (empty) sit
                          You’ll lay back and you’ll like it
                          Draga Droum and if we find an (empty) sit
                          A little bit on you to lean ‘cause I’m wasted(very drunk)

                          We go with trams and others (go) with big/fat taxicabs
                          For us the dortia (4 on double dices) and the dipla (2 on double dices) and for others the exares (big 6 on double dices)

                          Draga Droum the little bell
                          Draga Droum into the little evening
                          Draga Droum the little bell
                          Draga Droum, what a pity to be such a little poor (not rich person)

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                          • Savopoulos

                            Politeytis (fake/lying politician who wants to appear valiant)

                            Those words clenched me like a tweezer, a soul told them yesterday
                            And a bald, both on the outside and the inside, he was smiling , yes, why should he worry/care


                            Do you remember when tears overwhelmed your eyes there in exhile
                            And you were reading Ritsos and ancient Tragedy
                            Now you brag (=act like a ****!) up there on the balcony/upper terrace
                            And you talk to the popolo (~populace) like a lifesaver


                            To the little student girl which has fallen in love with you
                            I will report/condemn you sneaky politeuti
                            In vain she wastes, I’ll go and tell her
                            Her youthful and pure enthusiasm

                            It which raises/tall and nullifies you
                            Is my little heart's light which overflows
                            And what saves you/spares you and gives you the cause/reason
                            Is that beurocracy is needed to

                            The first provocateur from all in my life
                            Is you “lordship” which copies my voice
                            You (ex)changed my body with furniture and utensils
                            Like the socialism that suits you/accommodates you

                            My pleasure to yiaourtona (throw a yogurt at your face) there as you rhetorisize
                            There when you clap your hands without believing it
                            You take my truth and you make it a pulp/squash it
                            From the foot you drag me deep into the soil/ground

                            To the little student girl which has fallen in love with you
                            I will report/condemn you sneaky politeuti
                            In vain she wastes, I’ll go and tell her
                            Her youthful and pure enthusiasm

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                            • Riding With Private Malone Lyrics
                              David Ball


                              I was just out of the service thumbing through the classifieds
                              When an ad that said:"Old Chevy" somehow caught my eye
                              The lady didn't know the year,or even if it ran
                              But I had that thousand dollars in my hand

                              It was way back in the corner of this old ramshackle barn
                              Thirty years of dust and dirt on that green army tarp
                              When I pulled the cover off,it took away my breath
                              What she'd called a Chevy was a sixty six Corvette

                              I felt a little guilty as I counted out the bills
                              But what a thrill I got when I sat behind the wheel
                              I opened up the glove box and that's when I found the note
                              The date was nineteen-sixty and this is what he wrote:

                              He said,"My name is Private Andrew Malone"
                              "If you're reading this,then I didn't make it home"
                              "But for every dream that shattered,another one came true"
                              "This car was once a dream of mine,now it belongs to you"
                              "And though you may take her and make her your own"
                              "You'll always be riding with Private Malone"

                              Well it didn't take me long at all,I had her running good
                              I love to hear those horses thunder,underneath her hood
                              I had her shining lika a diamond and I'd put the rag top down
                              All the pretty girls would stop and stare as I drove her though town

                              The buttons on the radio didn't seem to work quite right
                              But it picked up that oldie show,especially late at night
                              I'd get the feeling sometimes,if I turned real quick I'd see
                              A soldier riding shotgun in the seat right next to me

                              It was a young man named Private Andrew Malone
                              Who fought for his country and never made it home
                              But for every dream that's shattered,another one comes true
                              This car was once a dream of his,back when it was new
                              He told me to take her and make her my own
                              And I was proud to be riding with Private Malone

                              One night it was raining hard,I took the curve too fast
                              I still remember much about that fiery crash
                              Someone said they thought they saw a soldier pull me out
                              They didn't get his name but I without a doubt

                              It was a young man named Private Malone
                              Who fought for his country and never made it home
                              But for every dream that's shattered,another one comes true
                              This car was once a dream of his,back when it was new
                              I know I wouldn't be here if he hadn't tagged along
                              That night I was riding with Private Malone
                              Oh,thank God,I was riding with Private Malone
                              Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                              "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                              He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                              • Yiannis Papaioannou

                                Karapiperim

                                Into the City’s small alleys a sweet harem girl
                                has taken/stolen my heart

                                Ah, Karapiperim, piperim, piperim
                                Ah, Karapiperim, aman esmer sekerim
                                I’ll come tonight to steal you
                                I can’t take it any more
                                And I don’t care if they shoot me
                                right there in the middle of the neighborhood

                                Ah, Karapiperim, piperim, piperim
                                Ah, Karapiperim, aman esmer sekerim
                                Leave behind you at last
                                all the riches and Ibrahim
                                I’ll come tonight to steal you
                                I can’t take it any more
                                And I don’t care if they shoot me
                                right there in the middle of the neighborhood


                                For her two eyes I suffer and I ache
                                I want to become her slave
                                A little boat for us two is waiting at the seashore
                                My sweet harem girl

                                Ah, Karapiperim, piperim, piperim
                                Ah, Karapiperim, aman esmer sekerim
                                Leave behind you at last
                                all the riches and Ibrahim
                                I’ll come tonight to steal you
                                I can’t take it any more
                                And I don’t care if they shoot me
                                right there in the middle of the neighborhood
                                Last edited by Bereta_Eder; November 5, 2003, 12:10.

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