Der "Lines die ihr unbedingt teilen wollt"- Thread

    • THE FAT WOMAN
      IS NEVER LACTATING
      HER CHILDREN ARE STARVING
      RATS SNIFF OUT POISON
      KIDS LIVING IN DUST BUILDINGS
      THE WIND JUST DESTROYS THEM
      THE OPERATOR THAT CONNECTED YOU
      INJECTED HIMSELF WITH PISS
      WHILE YOU WERE ON HOLD
      AND DIED INSTANTLY ENDLESSLY
      A WHITE CORDLESS PROPPED UP PHONE NEXT TO A RADIO MACHINE
      IS PLAYING YOU THE QUIET STORM
      UNTIL YOU HANG UP
      I WAS TOUCHING CLEAN DISHES
      I COULDN'T BELIEVE
      HOW CLEAN THEY FELT
      I PET A DOG AFTERWARDS
      THOUGHT ABOUT CUTTING MY FACE OFF^^

    • If you ain't talkin' 'bout buyin' grams then I'm a deaf man
      "There comes a moment when creation ceases to be tragic, it is simply taken seriously. Then the person deals with hope, but hope is not his task. His task is to turn away from excuses."

    • ich drück Dinger in die Steiermark,
      damit der Alpenstaat
      auch was zum Feiern hat
      "There comes a moment when creation ceases to be tragic, it is simply taken seriously. Then the person deals with hope, but hope is not his task. His task is to turn away from excuses."

    • “And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”
      "There comes a moment when creation ceases to be tragic, it is simply taken seriously. Then the person deals with hope, but hope is not his task. His task is to turn away from excuses."

    • I'ma take the game, to levels you never seen
      Teach you bout delivering, lyrics you never mean
      Pushing a perpendicular, paragraphs of punishment
      Mutilating the Devil, and stinging him till you scream
      Quick to make a lick, then handle the ends
      Putting tricks to bed, when I'm rattling chins
      Strangle, hitting from a psychological angle



      Systematically translating South Park sounds
      You ain't down with the sound then you drown underground
      Radical dramatic attic acrobatic contortionist
      Stomping, enforcing this fist cause I'm a larcenist arsonist
      Brain patterns posses manipulation of medicine
      Mental multiplication, universal expansion
      The verbally volatile, viscous voice irresistible
      Super vigorous villain, vocal invades you invisible


      Infect you with a sick line that'll stay alive in ya
      The CSI guy might die when he starts describing ya
      I bomb ya with deep extreme New Jack trauma
      Yet I'm calm enough to sleep between two black mambas



      It ain't my fault you're pretending
      I say the same rhyme twenty times with twenty alternate endings


      My head's the conduit, the energy runs through it
      Write one bar and give you a year to respond to it
      All these dudes is rooted in foolish music, don't misconstrue it
      Label new recruits are clueless, they grew from garbage to sewage
      I'm the shrewdest human moving, consuming nuclear fluids
      Proving I'm the truest, tutor students from Jewish to Buddhist
      If he so chooses, we'll manoeuvre to the Moon to do this
      I'm the coolest and you ain't got nothing on me like a nudist

    • Dve sa momi, more, zhivovale, zhivovale, druzhkovale (Two girls lived up there and they were friends)

      Na edno si, more, platno tkale, platno tkale, dar gotvile (One day, they were weaving a cloth, they prepared it for a gift)

      Pa se dvete, more, sgovorile: Haide Yano, haide Yanke (Then the two decided Come on, Yanke (bulgarian name), come on!)

      Da ideme, more, gore dole, gore dole pod seloto, (Lets go down there, below the village, )

      da vidime, Yano, de se sbirat, de se sbirat ergenite (to see, Yano, where do the boys gather)

      de se sbirat, Yano, ergenite, ergenite i momite. (Where, Yano, do the boys and girls gather.)

      in the times the song was written, the bulgarian boys and girls used to gather somewhere outside the villages, usually at a glade in the forrest, where the elders couldnt see them.There they chose which boy/girl they wanted to marry and then sang and danced, holding the hands of the boys/girls they have chosen, thus forming a large circle of people

      wieder was gelernt heute :chinese:
      "If we're not in pain, we're not alive"

    • Hard to hear she spit on you and made your bloody nose more bloody
      Shut the door she'll have no more another vodka cocktail party

      Oh
      Oh

      Totems in the night
      I want to forget
      All that wasn't right
      I need to leave
      Totems in the night
      I want to forget
      All that wasn't right
      I need to leave it
      It is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. We know it, because we have had to learn it. We know that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that you reach out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give.

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