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"Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here"
Tekst Piosenki:
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
And cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war,
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
Tłumaczenie:
Tak więc myślisz, że potrafisz odróżnić
Niebo od piekła
Niebiosa od bólu
Potrafisz odróżnić zielone pole
Od zimnej stalowej szyny?
Uśmiech od maski?
Czy myślisz, że potrafisz odróżnić?
Czy już zamienili Tobie
Twoich bohaterów na duchy?
Palące popioły na drzewa?
Gorące powietrze na chłodny powiew
I zimny komfort dla odmiany
Czy zamieniłeś
Epizod w wojnie
Za główną rolę w klatce?
Tak chciałbym, chciałbym, żebyś tu był
Jesteśmy tylko dwiema zagubionymi duszami
Pływającymi w akwarium*
Rok za rokiem
Biegając na tym samym starym gruncie
Co takiego znaleźliśmy?
Te same stare lęki.
Chciałbym, żebyś tu był...
Working Class Hero
A soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
Working Class Hero is something to be
Working Class Hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
Working Class Hero is something to be
Working Class Hero is something to be
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
Working Class Hero is something to be
Working Class Hero is something to be
Keep you doped with religion, sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasents as far as I can see
Working Class Hero is something to be
Working Class Hero is something to be
There's room at the top I'm telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
Working Class Hero is something to be
Working Class Hero is something to be
Working Class Hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
youtube.com
We kill for money, wealth and lust, for this we should be damned. We a
Monsters rule your world are you too scared to understand?
You shall be forever judged and you shall surely hang,
We live and scrape in misery; we die by our own hand,
And still we murder our own children, brotherhood of man.
Tool - Third Eye
"See, I think drugs have done some *good* things for us, I really do. And if you don’t believe drugs have done good things for us, do me a Favor: go home tonight and take all your albums, all your tapes, and all your cd’s and burn em’. 'Cause you know what? The musicians who’ve made all that great music that’s enhanced your lives throughout the years...
Rrrrrrrrrrrrreal ------ high on drugs."
"Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration. That we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves. Here's Tom with the weather."
"It's not a war on drugs, it's a war on personal freedom, it´s what it is ok?. Keep that in mind at all times. Thank you!"
-- Bill Hicks
Tyrone Wells - What Are We Fighting For?
People get ready
There's something in the air
Creeping in slow so we don't even notice
Brothers and sisters beware
People get ready
Open up your eyes
Hatred and violence, millions fall silent
We don't even hear their cries
It's time to love one another, we're sisters and brothers
What are we fighting for?
Too many backs that are breaking, lives being taken
What are we killing for?
I think it's time for forgiveness, to rise up and end this
What are we waiting for?
Love teach us the way, to overcome hate
And weapons of war
People get ready
What's your loaded gun?
Silent indifference
Hunger for vengeance
Or words from a wicked tongue
People get ready
Only you can choose
What you will do
When it comes down to you
No one else can walk in your shoes
It's time to love one another, we're sisters and brothers
What are we fighting for?
Too many backs that are breaking, lives being taken
What are we killing for?
I think it's time for forgiveness, to rise up and end this
What are we waiting for?
Love teach us the way, to overcome hate
And weapons of war
Oh my Lord
I have a dream
Oh my Lord
One day we'll see
Oh my Lord
All men be free
Oh my Lord
I still believe
People let's love one another, we're sisters and brothers
What are we fighting for?
Too many backs that are breaking, lives being taken
What are we killing for?
I think it's time for forgiveness, to rise up and end this
What are we waiting for?
Love teach us the way, to overcome hate
And weapons of war
Tyrone Wells - Metal & Wood
Take all the metal and wood
Used in the waging of war
Teach the men that make those weapons
To build shelter for the poor
Take all the money we spend
On the way that we appear
Find the ones that die of hunger
Help them see another year
Before we fade away
Let's make a better day
This world will keep on turning after we are gone, long gone
There was a forest I loved
Where the air was fresh and clean
We took the forest for a factory
So we could build some more machines
When I was young I learned to sing
And music blossomed in my soul
We took the music from the schools
And left the darkest gaping hole
Where will our children be?
If they don't learn to sing
Millions of voices falling silent 'til there gone
When we were young, all the world was new
But soon we found, that childhood fairytales were never true
And how the story ends depends on you… and me
Where will our children be?
If they don't learn to sing
Millions of voices falling silent 'til there gone
Before we fade away
Let's make a better day
This world will keep on turning after we are gone
Where will our children be?
What will we choose to leave?
This world will keep on turning after we are gone, long gone
Rise Against - Black Masks and Gasoline
Tylko dlatego, że możesz oddychać
Nie znaczy, że jesteś żywy
Albo, że naprawdę żyjesz.
To życie zebrało swoje żniwo
I ona po prostu nie wie,
Jak wiele może jeszcze dać.
Ale tutaj, na szczycie świata
Podnoszę ręce i zaciskam pięści
Oni stoją przede mną, domagając się odpowiedzi za pstryknięciem palca.
Nie rozumiem, skąd wziąłeś ten pomysł
Tak głęboko zakorzeniony w twojej głowie
(że ten świat) jest czymś, na czym musisz wywrzeć wrażenie
Bo nie mógłbym przejmować się mniej
Potrzeba rewolucji wzrasta
Wychodzi na powierzchnię, z trudem łapiąc powietrze
Nie godzimy się z tą planetą
Już ani jednego dnia, mniej więcej jeszcze jeden rok.
Nie rozumiem, skąd wziąłeś ten pomysł
Tak głęboko zakorzeniony w twojej głowie
(że ten świat) jest czymś, na czym musisz wywrzeć wrażenie
Bo nie mógłbym przejmować się mniej.
Więc tutaj i teraz, w naszym gnijącym narodzie
Krew się przelewa, to wszystko jest teraz w naszych rękach
Żyjemy w strachu przed naszym własnym potencjałem
Wygrać, przegrać, to wszystko jest teraz w naszych rękach
I mam amerykański sen
Ale są w nim czarne maski i benzyna
Pewnego dnia obrócę te myśli w krzyki
Na świat, który obrócił się przeciwko mnie
Nie rozumiem, skąd wziąłeś ten pomysł
Tak głęboko zakorzeniony w twojej głowie
(że ten świat) jest czymś, na czym musisz wywrzeć wrażenie
Bo nie mógłbym przejmować się mniej.
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