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Discussion in 'Antimatter' started by Strangelight, Mar 23, 2005.
Oh, that makes more sense
NO, no, don't listen to Q. It means Monstrous Shaft.
I'LL translate it for you.
The Monstrous Shaft stands on starry land
Waiting for the night to end.
The Monstrous Shaft.
The Monstrous Shaft takes a tiny blade
Then heads home to slurp lemonade.
The Monstrous Shaft.
The Monstrous Shaft dreams a cryptic verse:
My hearts the darkest universe.
The Monstrous Shaft.
The Monstrous Shaft dies when dawn is done.
His bodys white, red is the sun.
The Monstrous Shaft.
pirul is sun. The metaphor here is "pussy".
haha, this thread calls for Saturnus
If you don't eat your meat, you can't have any pudding. How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat.
I'd rather have meat really.
i wanna die
slash my wrists
and one day
i might be happy
was that doom enough?
Johnny Cash - San Quentin
San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me
You've hosted me since nineteen sixty three
I've seen 'em come and go and I've seen them die
And long ago I stopped askin' why
San Quentin, I hate every inch of you.
You've cut me and have scarred me thru an' thru.
And I'll walk out a wiser weaker man;
Mister Congressman why can't you understand.
San Quentin, what good do you think you do?
Do you think I'll be different when you're through?
You bent my heart and mind and you may my soul,
And your stone walls turn my blood a little cold.
San Quentin, may you rot and burn in hell.
May your walls fall and may I live to tell.
May all the world forget you ever stood.
And may all the world regret you did no good.
San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me.
Johnny Cash - A boy named Sue
My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."
Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."
Your meat rather having compliments mine. Pudding sucks, period!
[font=Geneva,MS Sans Serif,sans serif][size=-1] Der Weg Nach Hause
[/size][/font][font=Geneva,MS Sans Serif,sans serif][size=-1]Nach einer durchgezechten Nacht
Wend ich mit ab mit Grausen
Und trete an, im Morgengrauen
Den elendlangen Weg nach Hause
Ich streife durch die müden Gassen
Schon der Vogelsang zu Ohren dringt
Verdreckte Wände - links und rechts
Ein Penner zittert, friert im Wind
Vorbei an Bergen leerer Flaschen
Des armen Mannes Medizin
Wie übel stinkt hier jede Ecke
Nach abgestandenem Urin
Und vorne auf der kahlen Wiese
Im kränklich blassen Licht
Ficken zwei Hunde miteinander
Sie scheißen auf die Welt...genau wie ich.
you forgot to finish it
yeah, I already thought I'd forgotten something; here's the rest:
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' how do you do! Now you gonna die!"
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down but, to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I know I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said good-bye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's that name that helped to make you strong."
He said: 'Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you 'Sue'.'
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I come away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but sue! I still hate that name!
This is 29, Acacia Road.
And this is Eric, the schoolboy who leads an exciting double life.
For when Eric eats a banana, an amazing transformation occurs.
Eric is Bananaman.
Ever alert for the call to action.
Romanze Zur Nacht
Einsamer unterm Sternenzelt
Geht durch die Mitternacht.
Der Knab aus Träumen wirr erwacht,
Sein Antlitz grau im Mond verfällt.
Die Närrin weint mit offnem Haar
Am Fenster, das vergittert starrt.
Im Teich vorbei auf süßer Fahrt
Ziehn Liebende sehr wunderbar.
Der Mörder lächelt bleich im Wein,
Die Kranken Todesgrausen packt.
Die Nonne betet wund und nackt
Vor des Heilands Kreuzespein.
Die Mutter leis' im Schlafe singt.
Sehr friedlich schaut zur Nacht das Kind
Mit Augen, die ganz wahrhaft sind.
Im Hurenhaus Gelächter klingt.
Beim Talglicht drunt' im Kellerloch
Der Tote malt mit weißer Hand
Ein grinsend Schweigen an die Wand.
Der Schläfer flüstert immer noch.
- Georg Trakl
I thought you liked them?
Not since they had their hair cut?
good you added this question mark
wheres the punchline?
This is an existential question?