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      janick
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      # nov/04


      Aews
      Hoje eu tva relembrando aki umas musicas que fazia um bom tempo q nao ouvia(diga-se de passagem Iron Maiden), e fui ouvir infinite dreams... dessa vez q ouvi prestei atençao na letra, ouçam... a letra é muito boa, uma das melhores q eu ja vi... muito legal
      quem ja ouviu deve achar bem bala(legal) essa musica
      q musicas + vcs conhecem com uma boa letra assim?

      violoeiro
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      # nov/04
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      De quem é esse jegue...

      TASIVA
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      # nov/04
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      janick
      heheehhe eu ja ouvi eh mto boa mesmo...
      adoro aquela parte :

      Help me. Help me to find my true
      Self without seeing the future
      Save me, save me from torturing
      Myself even within my dreams

      janick
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      # nov/04
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      mto foda mesmo... o iron tem algumas letras meio nada ver as vezes, mas a maioria das letras sao otimas, vide dream of mirrors, clairvoyant, powerslave, the evil that men do, judas be my guide,...

      TASIVA
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      # nov/04
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      janick
      quando ele fala "and again and again and again" naum parece q ele fala "ele eh gay ele eh gay" hehehehe ou só eu mesmo pra imaginar isso....

      janick
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      # nov/04
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      ahahah....putz
      :p
      eheheh... q mente fertil

      TASIVA
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      # nov/04
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      janick
      achou q parece? ;P

      Led_Zeppelin
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      # nov/04
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      Bezerra da Silva!

      deathmeister
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      # nov/04
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      Make the sadness go away
      Come back another day
      The things I've said and done
      Don't matter to anyone
      But still, you push me to see
      Something, I can never be
      Why am I their shattered king?
      I don't mean anything

      I see the sadness in their eyes
      Melancholy in their cries
      Devoid of all the passion
      The human spirit cannot die
      Look at the pain around me
      This is what I cry for
      Look at the pain around me
      This is what I'll die for...

      Dogs2
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      # nov/04
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      Pink Floyd - Echoes

      janick
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      # nov/04
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      TASIVA
      olha, de um angulo mto distorcido, lembra vagamente
      ehehe
      =P
      Dogs2
      pink floyd rola umas letras bem legais apesar de psicodelia total

      gustavo macaco
      Veterano
      # nov/04
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      dacu e bao

      FDG
      Veterano
      # nov/04
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      as letras do PDOB são as melhores

      TASIVA
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      # nov/04
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      gustavo macaco
      \o/ essa letra eh foderosa

      The New Guy
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      # nov/04
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      deathmeister
      Iced Earth - Melancholy..eu conheco essa musica..eh boa a letra!Make the sadness go away
      Come back another day...


      The New Guy
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      # nov/04
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      Tem tb...Iced Earth - I Died For You...
      eh massa

      Party Boy
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      # nov/04
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      As melhores letras d metal pra mim são as do Metallica...
      O James faz parte da camunidade d poetas e escritores dos EUA, cujo nome me fugiu agora...
      Cada letra do Metallica tem um significado...

      A melhor pra mim é "Nothing Else Matters" q ele escreveu para uma ex namorada, pelo q dizem...

      "So close no matter how far
      Couldn't be much more from the heart
      Forever trusting who we are
      And nothing else matters"

      Essas foram as ultimas palavras do avô dele...

      Prussiano
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      # nov/04
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      Todas as letras de todos os álbuns do Pink Floyd são fodas.

      bocao
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      # nov/04
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      Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
      My words but a whisper - your deafness a SHOUT.
      I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
      Your sperm's in the gutter - your love's in the sink.
      So you ride yourselves over the fields and
      you make all your animal deals and
      your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
      And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
      the tidal destruction
      the moral melee.
      The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
      the newfangled way.
      But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
      your suntan does rapidly peel and
      your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

      And the love that I feel is so far away:
      I'm a bad dream that I just had today - and you
      shake your head and
      say it's a shame.

      Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
      Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
      Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

      See there! A son is born - and we pronounce him fit to fight.
      There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
      We'll
      make a man of him
      put him to trade
      teach him
      to play Monopoly and
      to sing in the rain.

      The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water
      as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
      The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other
      as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
      The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling
      but the master of the house is far away.
      The horses stamping - their warm breath clouding
      in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
      And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.

      And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
      Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.

      The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
      where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
      the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
      and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
      The young men of the household have
      all gone into service and
      are not to be expected for a year.
      The innocent young master - thoughts moving ever faster
      has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
      And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.

      And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
      Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.

      What do you do when
      the old man's gone - do you want to be him? And
      your real self sings the song.
      Do you want to free him?
      No one to help you get up steam
      and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.

      LATER.
      I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
      My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
      So come on all you criminals!
      I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man
      twenty years too late.
      Your bread and water's going cold.
      Your hair is too short and neat.
      I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.

      You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone - you meet the stares.
      You're unaware that your doings aren't done.
      And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
      But how are we supposed to see where we should run?

      I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
      your rings upon your fingers and
      your downy little sidies and
      your silver-buckle shoes.
      Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol
      who lets you bend the rules.

      So!
      Come on ye childhood heroes!
      Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
      your super crooks
      and show us all the way.
      Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you?
      Join your local government.
      We'll have Superman for president
      let Robin save the day.

      You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
      The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
      And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are
      and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
      And you wonder who to call on.

      So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
      And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
      They're all resting down in Cornwall
      writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
      of the Boy Scout Manual.

      LATER.
      See there! A man born - and we pronounce him fit for peace.
      There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
      We'll
      take the child from him
      put it to the test
      teach it
      to be a wise man
      how to fool the rest.

      QUOTE
      We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
      God is an overwhelming responsibility
      we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
      cats are on the upgrade
      upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.

      LATER
      In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
      I take my place with the lord of the hills.
      And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
      sporting canvas frills.
      With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
      while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
      Saying -- how's your granny and
      good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.

      The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled
      in the seagull's call.
      And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
      The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
      and signal for the crack of dawn.
      Light the sun.

      Do you believe in the day? Do you?
      Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun.
      Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
      Do you believe in the day?
      The fading hero has returned to the night - and fully pregnant with the day,
      wise men endorse the poet's sight.
      Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day!

      Let me tell you the tales of your life of
      your love and the cut of the knife
      the tireless oppression
      the wisdom instilled
      the desire to kill or be killed.
      Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by.
      The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red - while the fool
      toasts his god in the sky.

      So come all ye young men who are building castles!
      Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
      Mark the precise nature of your fear.
      Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed
      with
      the blood of the fools and
      the thoughts of the wise and
      from the pan under your bed.
      Let me make you a present of song as
      the wise man breaks wind and is gone while
      the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and
      the nursery rhyme winds along.

      So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
      Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
      Mark the precise nature of your fear.
      See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
      and the hour of judgement draweth near.
      Would you be
      the fool stood in his suit of armour or
      the wiser man who rushes clear.

      So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
      Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
      your super-crooks and
      show us all the way.
      Well! Make your will and testament.
      Won't you? Join your local government.
      We'll have Superman for president
      let Robin save the day.
      So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
      And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
      They're all resting down in Cornwall - writing up their memoirs
      for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual.

      OF COURSE
      So you ride yourselves over the fields and
      you make all your animal deals and
      your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

      Dave Murray
      Veterano
      # nov/04
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      q nd, as melhores letras sao do Manowar.. AIEouhAEOiuhAEOiuhAEOUihAOEUIhoaeIUHoiuhAEAE.. se em uma letra nao constar as palavras WAR, STEEL, BLOOD, METAL e SWORD, entao n eh do manowar.. AIEuhAEIOuhAEuhAEuhaeuAE... piadas à parte, algumas das melhores letras q eu jah vi sao do Sonata Arctica...

      lhaminha
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      # nov/04
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      Nightwish... sao todas perfeitas!

      Crazy Batera
      Veterano
      # nov/04
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      Todas as letras de todos os álbuns do Pink Floyd são fodas.(2)

      deathmeister
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      # nov/04
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      ah meu deus ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! eu nao aguento mais falarem de nightwish (apersar de ser uma das minhas bandas preferidas...)

      lhaminha
      Veterano
      # nov/04
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      aê galera...

      Chapinha é Dark

      lhaminha
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      # nov/04
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      deathmeister

      =P HaHa

      Eu tow ouvindo Creek Mary's Blood agora... Muito fera =D

      bocao
      Veterano
      # nov/04
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      PUTAQUIPARIU!!!!
      Thick As A BRick é muuuuuuuuito foda!!!!!
      Tô viciado nessa música!
      Ian Anderson é o cara. \o/
      Se eu não ouvir essa música duas vezes por dia eu não durmo sossegado.

      deathmeister
      Veterano
      # nov/04
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      tem uma macumba no meio dessa musica vc nao fica com medo?

      Dave Murray
      Veterano
      # nov/04
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      lhaminha caralho.. vao ouvir outras bandas ae q vcs vao descobrir q nightwaih n eh td isso n... isso ta pior q nirvana.. aposto q se a tarja der uma tiro na boca, metade desse forum para de postar, pq vai se matar tbm... pqp...

      bocao
      Veterano
      # nov/04
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      Dave Murray
      HAIuhauhauHaiUHaiUhaIahIhaiahIahIUahiAH

      Apelou agora, cara. UAhaiHAiahia

      deathmeister
      Veterano
      # nov/04
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      mas eh verdade, tudo que ela fala tem nightwish no meio...

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