paroles metal

MOONSPELL

MUTE

Approach and try to live me backwards
Then without looking behind
Surviving's somewhat confusing
Although I never mind

If only silence could ever talk
How loud will be the voice
Of this sincerely yours, violently yours

Without you I am mute
Without you, raped and nude
Without you
While you're the one can touch me like I do

Without you I am mute
Without you, raped and nude
Without you
While you're the one can touch me like I do

If only you could crawl by yourself
And release me from all your weight
Would I still love you, love you
Love you, love you to the point of hate?

Cherish my guilt and then juggle with it
That paper Jesus on your bedroom wall
Will bleed us to redeem
Will bleed us to redeem

Without you I am mute
without you, raped and nude
Without you
While you're the one can hurt me like I do

Without you I am mute
without you, raped and nude
Without you
While you're the one can hurt me like I do

I want to know how it feels
To proceed without sharing it, without sharing it

Your devil disguise is breaking
Your face, it's now so crude
Conscious blind and deaf and mute

It is the only way to be just near you
It is the only way to show myself to you

Without you I am mute
Raped and nude without you

Without you I am mute
Raped and nude without you.

Dream Theater - Degree 3: Misunderstood

Waiting
In the calm of desolation
Wanting to break
From this circle of confusion

Sleeping
In the depths of isolation
Trying to wake
From this daydream of illusion

How can I feel abandoned even when the world surrounds me
How can I bite the hand that feeds the strangers all around me
How can I know so many
Never really knowing anyone

If I seem superhuman
I have been
Misunderstood

It challenges the essence of my soul
And leaves me in a state of disconnection
As I navigate the maze of self control

Playing a lion being led to a cage
I turn from a thief to a beggar
From a god to God save me

How can I feel abandoned even when the world surrounds me
How can I bite the hand that feeds the strangers all around me
How can I know so many
Never really knowing anyone

If I seem superhuman
I have been
Misunderstood

Playing a lion being led to a cage
I turn from surreal to seclusion
From love to disdain
From belief to delusion
From a thief to a beggar
From a god to God save me

How can I feel abandoned even when the world surrounds me
How can I bite the hand that feeds the strangers all around me
How can I know so many
Never really knowing anyone

If I seem superhuman
I have been
Misunderstood

(pourquoi, quand on dis metal, les gens pensent gros bourrins? enfin, un peut... mais pas tout!!!)

Angra

Lisbon

Everynight I say a prayer
Look at me: nobody cares
Just a mirror, passing by...
Looked inside:
I've lost my pride...!

Stay with me not for so long
It's alright: no needs, no hope
Such a miracle, looking back...
Time gone by, and life wasn't bad...!

Lord, light my way
Fill these withered, careless hands...

Oh, skies are falling down
Skies are falling down
Oh, skies are falling down
Skies are falling down

See, the birds are back...
At the docks and everywhere
Here in Lisbon, realized
This whole world so strange and divine

Lord, light my way
Fill these withered, careless hands...

Oh, skies are falling down
Skies are falling down
Oh, skies are falling down
Skies are falling down

une de mes chansons preferes de Angra( parmie tant d'autres...)

plus kun simple coup de coeur...

Dry Kill Logic

(darker side of nonsense -2001-)

Now that I
Face the world with pain inside
Strange but I
Can't understand the reasons why.
Forever is
A world that I cannot describe
That Died the time we said goodnight.
It makes no difference, wrong or right
The time has come to say goodnight.
And how could I
Be so sure but be so wrong?
And how could I?
Have a will so weak with a mind so strong?
And Only I
Can tell the difference right or wrong.
It makes no difference, wrong or right
I guess it's best we say goodnight.

..........frissons, montées de larmes, élan d'amour..... bcp de ressentis dans et pour cette chansons magnifique....
(comme quoi les bourrins savent apprecier les belles choses....)