Son Lyrics...

Lordi - Blood Red SandMan

They called me the Leather Apron
They called me Smiling Jack
They prayed to the heavens above
That I would never ever come back

Can you hear how the children weep?
Chills of fear like a sawblade cutting deep...

Once again there is pain, I bring flames, I bring cold
I'm the Blood Red Sandman coming home
On this unholy night I will make you my own
Blood Red Sandman coming home again
I'm coming home again!

Red drops stain satin so white
The way I sign my name
The neighborhood's pretty dead at night
And I'm the one to blame

Can you hear how the children weep?
Chills of fear like a sawblade cutting deep...

Once again there is pain, I bring flames, I bring cold
I'm the Blood Red Sandman coming home
On this unholy night I will make you my own
Blood Red Sandman coming home again
I'm coming home again!

Scream all you want you won't wake up when you scream
No-one leaves... The Monsterican Dream

Can you hear how the children weep?
Chills of fear like a sawblade cutting deep...

Once again there is pain, I bring flames, I bring cold
I'm the Blood Red Sandman coming home
On this unholy night I will make you my own
Blood Red Sandman coming home again
I'm coming home again!

Once again there is pain, I bring flames, I bring cold
I'm the Blood Red Sandman coming home
On this unholy night I will make you my own
Blood Red Sandman coming home again
I'm coming home again!

P.S.:Thx Laser !

Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life
And realize there's nuthin left
'Cause I've been blastin' and laughin' so long that,
Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
He'd be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
You betta watch how ya talking
And where ya walking
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk

I really hate to trip but I gotta lope
As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
I'm the kinda g that little homie's wanna be like
On my knees in the night
Saying prayers in the street light

Been spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise (x2)

Keep spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise (x2)

They got the situation, they got me facing
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the stripes
So I gotta be down with the 'hood team
Too much television watching, got me chasing dreams
I'm an educated fool with money on my mind
Got my tin in my hand and a gleam in my eye
I'm a loced out gangsta, set trippin banger
And my homies is down so am arouse my anger, fool
death ain't nothing but a heart beat away
I'm living life do or die, what can I say?
I'm twenty-three now, but will I live to see twenty-four?
The way things is going I don't know.

Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me?

Been spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise(x2)

Keep spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise(x2)

Power and the money, money and the power
Minute after minute, hour after hour
Everybody's running, but half of them ain't looking
What's going on in the kitchen?
But I don't know what's cooking.
They say I gotta learn
But nobody's here to teach me
If they can't understand , how can they reach me?
I guess they can't
I guess they won't, I guess they front
That's why I know my life is out of luck, fool!

Been spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise(x2)

Keep spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise(x2)

Tell me why are we, so blind to see
That the ones we hurt, are you and me?(x2)

P.O.D. - Wildfire

Come and give me that wildfire
The uncivilized sound that I love
The primitive ragga blaze style
Consciousness vibes I and I know
The untamed flame that I desire
Me want uncultivated Jah glow
Foolish intensity, versatile
Fly the spirit high, take me higher

One leads with the passion
The righteous will burn again
One bleeds everlasting
Tribal fire will never end
(repeat)

I want to feel that wildfire
Irregular burning of the sun
Shining through make you spit fire
Savage Combustion, let it go
Impetuous fervor testifier
Outlandish passions I know
Crucial rhythms no denial
Musical nation, empire

One leads with the passion
The righteous will burn again
One bleeds everlasting
Tribal fire will never end
(repeat)

it's time to make this thread active again...

my most favorite song....

Don Maclean - Americian Pie

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, theyd be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper Id deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldnt take one more step.

I cant remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, "thisll be the day that I die.
"thisll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that youre in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, "thisll be the day that I die.
"thisll be the day that I die."

Now for ten years weve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin stone,
But thats not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, "thisll be the day that I die.
"thisll be the day that I die."

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, "thisll be the day that I die.
"thisll be the day that I die."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devils only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satans spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, "thisll be the day that I die.
"thisll be the day that I die."

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where Id heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldnt play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, "thisll be the day that I die.
"thisll be the day that I die."

They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, "thisll be the day that I die."

I ve' never been more popular in my life,
since i carry a big mutt knife!

tatatatatata
I am a littla taliban,
I come from the country of Afganistan
If i am gonna die in a big crush,
it is the will of mighty Allah!

I didn't have the money for vacation,
so I joined a terrorist organisation.
I've learned to fly a plane from a friend,
but he forgot to teach me to land.

I love my papa i love my mamma,
but most of all I love Osama.
I love my papa i love my mamma,
but most of all I love Osama.

I am feeling the most happy
when I hear the scream (aaaaggghhhh) of yappi.
I don't care much where I am going,
because i drive 7'o'7 (a)boing!

I make sure that you will asay remember
the date of eleventh of september.
We choose this day because of this:
it's international day of peace!

I love my papa i love my mamma,
but most of all I love Osama.
I love my papa i love my mamma,
but most of all I love Osama.

And I would be a real nice lad
if I weren't in jihad.
For this just one attack
americans want to bomb us back

I know that repercussion would come
and it's a great comercial for Islam.
It's not much but now I can
see my house on CNN!

I love my papa i love my mamma,
but most of all I love Osama.
I love my papa i love my mamma,
but most of all I love Osama.

ooooooooooooo

I love my papa i love my mamma,
but most of all I love Osama.
I love my papa i love my mamma,
but most of all I love Osama.

I love my papa i love my mamma,
but most of all I love Osama.

oooooooooooooooooaaaooooooo o o

Bush - The People That We Love

Speed kills, coming down the mountain
Speed kills, coming down the street
Speed kills with presence of mind
Speed kills, if you know what I mean

Got to feel, woke up inside again
Got to feel, less broke, more fixed
Got to feel when I got outside myself
Got to feel when I touched your lips

The things we do to the people that we love
The way we break if there's something we can't take
Destroy the world that we took so long to make

We expect her gone for some time
I wish her safe from harm
Till you find yourself in a foreign land
Another refugee, outsider refugee

How's it feel, she's coming up roses
How's it feel, she's coming up sweet
How's it feel when it's all in spite of you
How's it feel when she's out of your reach

The things we do to the people that we love
The way we break if there's something in the way
Destroy the world that we took so long to make

We expect her gone for some time
I wish her safe from harm
Till you find yourself in a foreign land
Another refugee, outsider refugee

What happened to you
What happened to you
What happened to you
What happened to you

The things we do to the people that we love
The things we do to the people that we love
The things we do to the people that we love
The things we do to the people that we
That we love

The Buzzhorn - Ordinary

Friends, the fun, the cigarettes, and the sun came out today
And their waiting for the turn of your back
Lies, deceit, the dirty looks, and the things they like to say
It's the curve that made your confidence crash

This is your life, it's all been ordinary
Until you find all you're worth
Then you find your life is all but something ordinary
And you're longing for home
Your gonna find yourself at home

Bags that hang below your eyes
And the full length mirror never lies
And it all comes so disgustingly clear
But you stand up straight now start to try
And it cleans up right in a suit and tie
But your money is no good around here

This is your life, it's all been ordinary
Until you find all you're worth
Then you find your life is all but something ordinary
And you're longing for home
Your gonna find yourself at home

At home, yeah
Find yourself at home
At home

Life and death, the money that's left
And the vultures dive to intercept
And the friendship rolls onto its side
And you wait for it to die

This is your life, it's all been ordinary
Until you find all you're worth
Then you find your life is all but something ordinary
And you're longing for home
Your gonna find yourself at home

Styx - Boat on the River

Take me back to my boat on the river
I need to go down, I need to come down
Take me back to my boat on the river
And I wont cry out any more
Time stands still as I gaze in her waters
She eases me down, touching me gently
With the waters that flow past my boat on the river
So I dont cry out anymore

Oh the river is wide
The river it touches my life like the waves on the sand
And all roads lead to tranquillity base
Where the frown on my face disappears
Take me down to my boat on the river
And I wont cry out anymore

Oh the river is deep
The river it touches my life like the waves on the sand
And all roads lead to tranquillity base
Where the frown on my face disappears
Take me down to my boat on the river
I need to go down, with you let me go down
Take me back to my boat on the river
And I wont cry out anymore
And I wont cry out anymore
And I wont cry out anymore