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Just before dawn comes
Sadness is on
Just one more moment
And I am leaving
Few words on a small note
While you are asleep
I can only steal away
Thats how I tend to be
I always wonder
Why dont I feel
What the world out there is like
And how I can fit in
I dont expect you to know me
Or how I lost all my dreams
When I cant even find myself
In the choices I made
(X2)
I want you to know
I’ll never forget you
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The path of love is never smooth
But mine's continuous for you
You're the upper bound in the chains of my heart
You're my Axiom of Choice, you know it's true
But lately our relation's not so well-defined
And I just can't function without you
I'll prove my proposition and I'm sure you'll find
We're a finite simple group of order two
I'm losing my identity
I'm getting tensor every day
And without loss of generality
I will assume that you feel the same way
Since every time I see you, you just quotient out
The faithful image that I map into
But when we're one-to-one you'll see what I'm about
'Cause we're a finite simple group of order two
Our equivalence was stable,
A principal love bundle sitting deep inside
But then you drove a wedge between our two-forms
Now everything is so complexified
When we first met, we simply connected
My heart was open but too dense
Our system was already directed
To have a finite limit, in some sense
I'm living in the kernel of a rank-one map
From my domain, its image looks so blue,
'Cause all I see are zeroes, it's a cruel trap
But we're a finite simple group of order two
I'm not the smoothest operator in my class,
But we're a mirror pair, me and you,
So let's apply forgetful functors to the past
And be a finite simple group, a finite simple group,
Let's be a finite simple group of order two
(Oughter: "Why not three?")
I've proved my proposition now, as you can see,
So let's both be associative and free
And by corollary, this shows you and I to be
Purely inseparable. Q. E. D.
Metal is geen emo, maar iedereen die metal alleen kent als 'Slipknot en zo van die dingen' of erger nog: 'Linkin Park en zo van die dingen', denkt van wel.Shinta wrote:En metal is geen emo :S, tegenwoordig is alles en iedereen emo precies.
Niks tegen linkin park ehMath Wolf wrote:Metal is geen emo, maar iedereen die metal alleen kent als 'Slipknot en zo van die dingen' of erger nog: 'Linkin Park en zo van die dingen'Shinta wrote:En metal is geen emo :S, tegenwoordig is alles en iedereen emo precies.
Ik heb niks tegen Linkin Park, ik heb zelfs nog één van hun albums (Meteora).Fristi wrote:Niks tegen linkin park ehMath Wolf wrote:Metal is geen emo, maar iedereen die metal alleen kent als 'Slipknot en zo van die dingen' of erger nog: 'Linkin Park en zo van die dingen'Shinta wrote:En metal is geen emo :S, tegenwoordig is alles en iedereen emo precies.
Maar ksnap wa ge bedoeld, tis idd geene metal (maar ik vind ze wel nog goe, nah!
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I norr, betäcker den första frosten.
I söder faller de första löven
Tid att vandra är nu...
En tidlos ström av kraft,
vandrar med sinnet denna natt...
I öster står månen i sinn full.
I väster, svinner Sunnas gyllene famn.
Den nya dagen skall snart gry...
En tidlos ström av kraft,
vandrar med sinnet denna natt...
I. Strömt är altet, visdomens kyla.
I djupet begraven, ett dunkelt ord.
II. Söker i mullen, vid bergets fot.
Hör mig rådare, en glödande runa röd.
Ett kall ifrån ovan, drar mig iväg.
Stiger ur jorden, mot stärnornans glans...
Vandrar i väven, spunnen av den tre.
Känner glöden, från runornas megin...
En tidlos ström av kraft,
vandrar med sinnet denna natt...
I öster, står Sunna i sin full.
I väster, svinner månens bleka famn.
Tid att vila är nu...
En tidlos ström av kraft,
vandrar med sinnet denna natt...
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In the north the first frost covers.
In the south the first leaves fall.
The time to wander is now...
A timeless stream of force,
Wanders with the mind this night...
In the east the moon is full. In the west the golden embrace of Sunna dwindles.
The new day is about to dawn...
A timeless stream of force,
Wanders with the mind this night...
Flowing is the universe, the cold of wisdom.
Buried in the deep, a dim word.
Looking in the earth, at the foot of the mountain.
Hear me Fey, a glowing red rune.
A calling from above, pulls me away.
Rises from the earth, towards the brilliance of the stars...
Wanders in the web, woven by the Three.
Feel the embers, from the magic of the runes...
A timeless stream of force,
Wanders with the mind this night...
In the east Sunna is full. In the west the pale embrace of the moon dwindles.
The time to rest is now...
A timeless stream of force,
Wanders with the mind this night...
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Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.
I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.
I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.
Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.
I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.
And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.
Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.
Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.
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Do you believe in the darkness below
Well I can summon them up
If you really want to know
As I tow the line
between bad and evil
Nothing can touch me now
True believer
Born in sin where I pledge my evil oath
Violence is golden now
Did you really want to go
As I draw the line
between bad and evil
Nothing can touch me now
True believer
True believer...
nothing can stop me now
and nothing can touch me now
True believer...
No use in praying forever shall I roam
Smoke dusted angels now
It's the only way I know
As I cross the line
between bad and evil
Nothing can touch me now
True believer
Ash to ashes, Dust to dust
all I ever wanted was power of the blood
Now look what I have done
What I have become
I'm the chosen one
Never gonna take me
Never gonna change me
Never gonna escape me now...
Do you believe there is evil in my soul
One final high is the way
That I really want to go
As I cross the line
between bad and evil
Nothing can touch me now
True believer
Ge moet het mij ni vertellen, kweet het wel, kbegrijp dan ook wel wat ge bedoeld en ge hebt idd gelijk dat ge niet al te hard moogt gaan veralgemenen.Math Wolf wrote:Ik heb niks tegen Linkin Park, ik heb zelfs nog één van hun albums (Meteora).Fristi wrote:Niks tegen linkin park ehMath Wolf wrote:Metal is geen emo, maar iedereen die metal alleen kent als 'Slipknot en zo van die dingen' of erger nog: 'Linkin Park en zo van die dingen'Shinta wrote:En metal is geen emo :S, tegenwoordig is alles en iedereen emo precies.
Maar ksnap wa ge bedoeld, tis idd geene metal (maar ik vind ze wel nog goe, nah!
Vergis u trouwens niet, vooral de oude Linkin Park is wel degelijk metal, genre nu metal meerbepaald. Maar het is fout om te denken dat alle metal klinkt zoals Linkin Park en nog fouter om te denken dat alle metalteksten even emo zijn zoals die van Linkin Park.
Da's mijn punt niet. Mijn punt is dat lyrics, los gepost van de muziek en de context waarin ze gezien moeten worden (dus muziekgenre, band, enz) nogal veel van hun waarde verliezen, en veelal idioot overkomen. Die indruk heb ik toch met al die teksten hier .Shinta wrote: tis nu ook geen popmuziek e .
Als je die indruk krijgt, dan zijn de lyrics die hier gepost worden niet goed genoeg. Echte goeie lyrics zouden ongeacht artiest, band en genre moeten kunnen boeien.Karel wrote:Da's mijn punt niet. Mijn punt is dat lyrics, los gepost van de muziek en de context waarin ze gezien moeten worden (dus muziekgenre, band, enz) nogal veel van hun waarde verliezen, en veelal idioot overkomen. Die indruk heb ik toch met al die teksten hier .Shinta wrote: tis nu ook geen popmuziek e .
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Let chaos entwine on defenseless soil
Remove errors of man and sweep all the weakening kind
I am war, I am pain
I am all you've ever slain
I am tears in your eyes
I am grief, I am lies
Bygone are tolerance and presence of grace
Scavengers are set out to cleanse the human filth parade
I am pure, I am true
I am all over you
I am laugh, I am smile
I am the earth defiled
I am the cosmic storms
I am the tiny worms
I am fear in the night
I am bringer of light
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