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fmetal · Master Of Puppets Mensagens: 27541

Falknner escreveu:

Eu ainda caso com o Fernando...

Maragato · Master Of Puppets MAESTRO Mensagens: 23763

Mago de Oz - Molinos de Viento

Si acaso tu no ves mas allá de tu nariz
Y no oyes a una flor reír
Si no puedes hablar sin tener que oír tu voz
Utilizando el corazón

Amigo Sancho escúchame, no todo tiene aquí un porqué
Un camino lo hacen los pies
Hay un mundo por descubrir y una vida que arrancar
De brazos del guión final

A veces siento al despertar
Que el sueño es la realidad

Bebe, danza, sueña, siente que el viento ha sido echo para ti
Vive, escucha y habla usando para ello el corazón.
Siente que la lluvia besa tu cara cuando haces el amor
Grita con el alma, grita tan alto
Que de tu vida, tu seas amigo el único actor

Sí acaso tu opinión cabe en un sí o un no
Y no sabes rectificar
Si puedes definir el odio o el amor
Amigo que desilusión

No todo es blanco o negro: es gris, todo depende del matiz
Busca y aprende a distinguir
La luna puede calentar y el sol tus noches acunar
Los arboles mueren de pie

He visto un manantial llorar
Al ver sus aguas ir al mar

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n1k-NkngXw8

Pra quem não conhece, fica a dica.

fmetal · Master Of Puppets Mensagens: 27541

O som da banda é massa, depois de um tempo só enjoei um pouco do idioma.

Tenho o "Jesús de Chamberí" deles.

Cy_lefay · Enviada: Thu Jun 10, 2010 9:01 pm Assunto:

A banda é boa, tenho aqui o Gaia II aqui.

Curto bandas, em español - gosto tb de Rata Blanca e Tierra Santa, sao bem boas.

freddiejegger · Enviada: Thu Jun 10, 2010 10:24 pm Assunto:

Blood Brothers
Banda: Iron Maiden
Composição: Harris

And if you're taking a walk through
the garden of life
What do you think you'd expect you
would see?
Just like a mirror reflecting the
moves of your life
And in the river reflections of me

Just for a second a glimpse of my
father I see
And in a movement he beckons to me
And in a moment the memories are all
that remain
And all the wounds are reopening again

We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers

And as you look all around at the
world in dismay
What do you see, do you think we
have learned
Not if you're taking a look at the
war-torn affray
Out in the streets where the babies
are burned

We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers

There are times when I feel I'm afraid
for the world
There are times I'm ashamed of us all
When you're floating on all the
emotion you feel
And reflecting the good and the bad

Will we ever know what the answer
to life really is?
Can you really tell me what life is?
Maybe all the things that you know
that are precious to you
Could be swept away by fate's
own hand

We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers

When you think that we've used
all our chances
And the chance to make
everything right
Keep on making the same
old mistakes
Makes untipping the balance so easy
When we're living our lives on
the edge
Say a prayer on the book of the dead

We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers

And if you're taking a walk through
the garden of life.

Foda.

Camões · Enviada: Thu Jun 10, 2010 10:32 pm Assunto:

You got to be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes and when you're on the street
You got to be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking

And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know, it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder
As you get older
Yeah, and in the end you'll pack up and fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer

And when you lose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown, as you go down all alone
Dragged down by the stone

Gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze

Deaf, dumb and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable, and no one has a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
Everything's done under the sun
But you believe at heart everyone's a killer

Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone
Who was dragged down by the stone

Viajo legal nessa letra, especialmente nessa parte a negrito. Pink Floyd somente.

Bidu Rockfeller · Enviada: Fri Jun 11, 2010 12:12 am Assunto:

A melhor coisa da dogs é aquele solinho harmonizado de guitarra. Uma das coisas mais bonitas de todos os tempos, me pega toda vez.

Reborned · Enviada: Fri Jun 11, 2010 6:43 am Assunto:

Essa é a melhor música dos Floyd.

PH · Whiplash Mensagens: 48284

Reborned escreveu:

Essa é a melhor música dos Floyd.

Podem fechar o tópico.

Bicho, Dogs, Pigs e Sheep juntas e nessa sequência destroçam vários albuns clássicos. Melhor album do Pink Floyd sim senhor.

freddiejegger · Enviada: Fri Jun 11, 2010 12:45 pm Assunto:

Falando dos Floyd.
Ai vai uma foda:
Pigs
Pink Floyd
Composição: Roger Waters
Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are.
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are.
And when your hand is on your heart,
You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost a joker,
With your head head down in the pig bin,
Saying, "keep on digging."
Pig stain on your fat chin.
What do you hope to find?
When you're down in the pig mine,
You're nearly a laugh,
You're nearly a laugh,
But you're really a cry.

Bus stop rat bag, ha ha charade you are.
You fucked up old hag, ha ha charade you are
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.
You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost worth a quick grin
You like the feel of steel,
You're hot stuff with a hat pin,
And you're good fun with a hand gun.
You're nearly a laugh,
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.

Hey you, Whitehouse,
Ha ha charade you are
You house proud town mouse,
Ha ha charade you are
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street
You're nearly a real treat,
All tight lips and cold feet,
And do you feel abused?
!!!
you gotta stem the evil tide,
And keep it all on the inside.
Mary you're nearly a treat,
Mary you're nearly a treat
But you're really a cry.

Harvester · Enviada: Fri Jun 11, 2010 5:44 pm Assunto:

Melhor música do Pink Floyd chama-se High Hopes. Fim.

Cy_lefay · Enviada: Fri Jun 11, 2010 5:53 pm Assunto:

Harvester escreveu:

Melhor música do Pink Floyd chama-se High Hopes. Fim.

realmente FIM, falou tudo!

Harvester · Enviada: Fri Jun 11, 2010 6:10 pm Assunto:

Manja muito.

Reborned · Enviada: Fri Jun 11, 2010 7:03 pm Assunto:

Nem é, High Hopes está muito longe de ser considerada das melhores, quanto mais a melhor.

Falem-me em Breath/Time, Dogs, Fearless ou Echoes.

Harvester · Enviada: Fri Jun 11, 2010 7:05 pm Assunto:

Desmereceu High Hopes... cartão no Portuga, Thales.