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Sarcasm - Slovenski genocid

V petek zvečer na avtocest
Šla je banda za žurko po pir
Je laufou čez cesto
Je šibov en 200
In ga razmazou
Kokr polpet

Šla je domov z otrokom v avtu
Mulo seveda ni bil pripet
Se zabila je v štango
Mulo skoz šajbo
Njegove možgane
So praskal po tleh

Refren:
Ne vojna ne Turki ne kuga ne more
Ne more Slovenca nikoli pobit
Na cesti se kolje morimo otroke
Cesta slovenski bo genocid!

Lezla kolona je gor na Trojane
Dost je en živčen pa golf GTI
Kolk krvi ma en člouk
Ga raznese po cest
Človk ne more verjet
Čreva na cest

Šla je raja v sredo k pogrebu
Ljubega sina na mir pokopat
Kako je bil dober in priden fant
Kako ga je smrt prerana vzela
Kako je bil vzor na vasi
Kako je imel punco rad
Na prehodu za pešce
Pobil jih je pet
Preden sej kurba
Zaletel u zid!

Ne vojna ne kuga ne Turki ne more,
ne more Slovenca nikoli pobit
Na cesti s ekolje, morimo otroke,
Cesta slovenski bo genocid!

Ni glih topik, ma bom kr ruknu sm gor en prevod:

Ni usmiljenja
(Metallica, prevod: Rado, 1984)

Ni milosti za to, kar počnemo,
ni misli niti za tisto, kar smo storili,
ni se nam treba kesati,
ker usmiljenja ni niti za mrtvega.

Vojna brez konca,
ni usmiljenja, ni kesanja,
ni nas briga, kaj pomeni.
Še en dan, še ena smrt,
še ena žalost, še en izdih.
Ni usmiljenja, ni kesanja,
ni nas briga, kaj pomeni,
še en dan, še ena smrt,
še ena žalost, še en izdih.

Kri hrani vojni stroj
in ta požira njeno pot, ki gre po zemlji.
Ni se nam treba kesati,
ker usmiljenja ni, pravi komanda.

Vojna brez konca,
ni usmiljenja, ni kesanja...

Samo močni preživijo,
ni volje da bi rešili šibkejšo raso.
Pripravljeni smo pobiti vse obiskovalce
in smo kot nabita puška zraven tvojega obraza.

Vojna brez konca,
ni usmiljenja, ni kesanja,
ni nas briga, kaj pomeni.
Še en dan, še ena smrt,
še ena žalost, še en izdih.
Ni usmiljenja, ni kesanja,
ni nas briga, kaj pomeni,
še en dan, še ena smrt,
še ena žalost, še en izdih.

Napad,
krogle letijo,
ljudje pomirajo

v blaznosti, ki obkroža ves pekel
in njegov peklenski ropot.

Vojaki preganjajo, telesa se dvigajo,
Topovi kričijo, jim kradejo psovke.

S premikanjem vojnega stroja
kri začne teči,
za nikogar ni milosti.

Divja borba,
orožje se bliska,
vse postane prekleto in te zgrozi.
Ti veš, da je smrt blizu
in ni usmiljenja.

Da ne bo tema zgnila od neaktivnosti...
En moj tekst, za komad ki ga že nekaj časa lahko slišite v živo, posnet bo pa v kratkem.


Behind the scenes

Trapped inside, satisfied and ignorant to the world.
Staring brain-numb in a square pulse of illusions.
Instructions from a realm of repression,
to follow a predetermined life.

The government on a crusade, to limit your thinking.
Concealing the truth beneath a tide of entertainment.
No silence a constant storm of halucinations.
Projecting a deceptive image of the only world you know of.


A newsflash like an injection of lies into your unstable soul.
Just a mindless shell without vision, believing only what you're told.
You're brain under anaesthesia,
allowed only to consume.

Unable to distinguish fiction from what is real.
Sitcom your religion of escapist entertainment.
The seldom light seen glimmers from your TV screen.
Warfare on the masses intrudes reality, how they want you to think it is.


Watch! Don't think! Retain! It will calm your deceived mind.
Stay tooned for a screenplay of deception.


Hypnotised, the lack of critical thinking clears your mind.
Addicton just a convinient response to the daily confrontation with life.
You failed to resist,
against the world of hypocrisy.

Programmed thinking a way to a clearer dimension.
Left imune to the truth by coscious acceptance.
Infected by the toxic of your favourite show.
Masses grouded by the most praised family posession.


Watch! Don't think! Retain! It will calm your deceived mind.
Stay tooned for a screenplay of deception.



Edited by Kipar - 07.Mar.2009 at 13:08

No še z naše strani:

RAGER - The Spoils of War

Crimes against humanity
have washed the planet clean
Civilization is gone and life
nowhere to be seen
Under the ash the bodies lie
victims of genocide
memorial of death and hate
the fall of mankind

Beneath the shattered Earth
hear the rats of war
counting money as they laugh
every war profits more
worst case scenario
always sells the best
the more you kill the more you get
put your power to the test

Take
Possess
Divide
The spoils of war
Hunt
Kill
Again
Cry out for more

The more they get the more they want
greed beyond belief
again they'll come to rape and steal
till nothing is left to give
The final scene the blackening
the curtain slowly falls
the World becomes a giant tomb
where no one hears your calls

Take
Possess
Divide
The spoils of war
Hunt
Kill
Again
Cry out for more

cry out
cry out
cry out for more
cry out

ja tiste sintagme so tud meni mal nejasne

In žlufarji.

Besedna zveza je adekvatna aproksimacija tega avtohtonega slovenskega termina.


Edited by Tonckow - 25.Mar.2009 at 16:01

Oh. 

Aberration

Falling into depths of silence, I drown in endless black.

A passage to a new dimension, my eyes could not have seen yet.

Cought in a world where all can happen, any conceived of form i'll take.
All my wishes can come true here, yet all shall same the same.

Soaring blind trough unknown darkness, lost where I cannot hide.
Surrounded only by my thinking, found amid a warm bright light.

My eyes reflecting all I ever have been, and what's to come is known.
Joined by masses from my lifetime, yet still I float alone.

Reflections!
Of past lives!

Projections!
Of what used to be just…

Wishes and longings in dreams come to life.

My shut eyes have vision, of timeless delight.

When darkness sets on me, illusions ignite.

Not dreamlands are refuge, from spyrals of fright, nightmares of real life.

Nightmares of real life.

A burst of thunder and my mind awakens, frozen lims I cannot free.

Aberation through to screams and darkness, the ground of reason just a step from me.

Rid of blindness in a room familiar. There my body lays.

Awaken by a touch of my own, another morning in my life I face.

Ascension!

To dreamworls.

Suspension!

From where no…

Wishes and longings in dreams come to life.

My shut eyes have vision, of timeless delight.

When darkness sets on me, illusions ignite.

Not dreamworlds are refuge, from spyrals of fright, nightmares of real life.

Nightmares of real life.

Evo moj tekst za nov Eliminator komad, Aberration. Najbrž bi ga še lahko na določenih mestih mal dodelal in popravil slovnične napake, ki jih je najbrž kr nekaj, ampak se mi trenutno ne da več ukvarjat z njim. Do EP-ja bo že .


Edited by Kipar - 28.May.2009 at 17:48

Grammar Nazis even!

Mama mi je rekla pojt v štarcuno
pa da neboš vmes posilil kakšno nuno!!!

GONA SOUK - GONA BROUK
O-JE-JE

(Michael Gujda of Štefka's Vomit)

gnila pamet(1996)

pred očmi mi letijo odrezane glave
kri se mi zliva v usta in hlastam za njo
polomljene kosti me žokajo v možgane
skozi telo se mi pretaka vrelo olje

kurci,psi in žile zrezane
po kurcu mi lezejo ščurki in me grizejo
jebem vam mater z nožem v roki
odrežem in ostanem v sebi

skozi črno luknjo zlezem do orgazma
si pojem oči in vidim lepoto pekla
odrekel sem drek in se utopil v njem
in odkorakal sem v blato in se utopil v njem

pravica?(2005)

pravne inštitucije polne denarja
pravnje možganov vsakdanja praksa
vsodo ti odloča tročlanski senat
za vrati "pravice" pedofilu se godi

človeku na cesti od sistema se megli
brez volje do življenja po drogi hrepeni
kriminal odseva v vaših očeh
brez dnarja za preživet težko je živet

z denarjem si lahko kupiš moč
dokažeš ljudem da si svet
z krvavimi rokami podpiraš ta režim
narejen za nekatere-reveže sigurno ne

govorite da smo enakovredni vsi
da pod soncem je mesta za vse
sej pravim,z denarjem si lahko kupiš vse
brez njega pa v zaporu boš gnil

sprašujem vas od kje vam pogum
nevednega človeka spravljat ob razum
rojeni smo rezlično-zločin to še ni
z kroglo v glavi rešim vse skrbi

mater vam jebem pokvarjeni ste vsi
jebe se vam za mišljenje ljudi
delat in crknt ob kruhu in vodi
vi s kurcem v riti sladkate si razum

(pisano v zaporu)

to vse prihaja iz moje glave...

FROM BEYOND MATTER

What lit human dawn?
The creator remains unknown.
Unfocused seeking eyes that are afraid of seeing,
beyond this level.
Life shines brighter beyond matter.
The mind substance spands far beyond, science's admitting.


Mind with matter twisted in to one.
Evolved into human form.
Sensing but variating forms, neglect to life beyond matter,
existance goes without.
Wise teach to rise above it.
Human purpose, thinking is subordinate, to proclaimed value.


Sublime profit, no imagination,
grounded, translucent, to dull to comprehend.


Souls trapped in their shells.
Descendants from life beyond matter.


Banned thought of one solution.
The human devolution.
Might are we devolved forms of paramount essence?
Purely lucid.
No mortal shell intrusive.
Their purpose, sparking life omnifarious, through the cosmos.


To enable endeavors of life sublime.
A chance in ones' own time.


Souls trapped in their shells.
Descendants from life beyond matter.
Forever trapped in their shells.
Unable of life beyond matter.



Besedilo novga Eliminator komada naslovljenga From Beyond Matter.
Za napačno postavljene vejice, nerazumljive sintagme in morebitne slovnične napake se iskreno opravičujem :)

Don't turn back

no regrets float in the air,  step away and have no fear
soul filled with sleepless nights,  sign out !
denial of this big burden,  don't proove - you are the same !

retribution – tonight,  sollution, imminent
catastrophe is coming to us all,
together we are gathered for the fall

your only shot, erasing all u got
mistakes can't be undone,  proclaiming multible treason
on endless run,  must conceal the one
the one !

traitor,  infiltrator
the awakening is for the weak,  dead hope

you held the key in your hands,  trails of pshyic frailty
grinding inside your head,  it may be the sound of rejection

the one on eternal run,  counterweight legacy is gone
comedown  -  underworld  -  connection

you don't deserve it,  fall down
left aside,  felt the ground
passed out in the arms,  of the crowd
subliminal grave,  before the dawn


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ZAKON!