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All about System of a Down i moja mišljenja o ponekim stihovima-btw, stihovi mi daju inspiraciju za sastave koje obožavam pisati...
Aerials
Life is a waterfall,
We're one in the river,
And one again after the fall
Swimming through the void
We hear the word,
We lost ourselves,
But we find it all?
Cause we are the ones that want to play,
Always want to go,
But you never want to stay,
And we are the ones that want to choose,
Always want to play,
But you never want to lose
Aerials, in the sky,
When you lose small mind,
You free your life.
Life is a waterfall,
We drink from the river,
Then we turn around and put up our walls
Swimming through the void
We hear the word,
We lost ourselves,
But we find it all?
Cause we are the ones that want to play,
Always want to go,
But you never want to stay,
And we are the ones that want to choose,
Always want to play,
But you never want to lose.
Aerials, in the sky,
When you lose small mind,
You free your life.
Aerials, so up high,
When you free your eyes,
Eternal prize.
Aerials, in the sky,
When you lose small mind,
You free your life.
Aerials, so up high,
When you free your eyes,
Eternal prize.
Chop Suey
Wake up,
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup),
Grab a brush and put a little,
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to,
Grab a brush and put a little makeup,
You wanted to,
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup,
You wanted to,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table,
You wanted to,
I don't think you trust,
In, my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die, Die,
Wake up,
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup),
Grab a brush and put a little,
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to,
Grab a brush and put a little makeup,
You wanted to,
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup,
You wanted to,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table,
You wanted to,
I don't think you trust,
In, my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
In my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
Father, Father, Father, Father,
Father/ Into your hands/I/commend my spirit,
Father, into your hands,
Why have you forsaken me,
In your eyes forsaken me,
In your thoughts forsaken me,
In your heart forsaken, me oh,
Trust in my self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die,
In my self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die.
Sjeckanje duše (prijevod Chop Suey)
Probudi se
Uzmi kist i stavi malo šminke
(Uzmi kist i stavi malo)
Sakrij ožiljke da se smiriš
(Sakrij ožiljke da se)
Zašto si ostavila ključeve na stolu?
Zato sada stvaraš još jednu fabulu
Htjela si,
Uzeti kist i staviti malo šminke
Htjela si,
Sakriti ožiljke da se smiriš
Htjela si,
Zašto si ostavila ključ na stolu,
Htjela si.
Ne mislim da vjeruješ
U moje opravdano samoubojstvo
Ja, plačem, kad anđeli zaslužuju da umru,
Probudi se
Uzmi kist i stavi malo šminke
(Uzmi kist i stavi malo)
Sakrij ožiljke da se smiriš
(Sakrij ožiljke da se)
Zašto si ostavila ključeve na stolu?
Zato sada stvaraš još jednu fabulu
Htjela si,
Uzeti kist i staviti malo šminke
Htjela si,
Sakriti ožiljke da se smiriš
Htjela si,
Zašto si ostavila ključ na stolu,
Htjela si.
Ne mislim da vjeruješ
U moje opravdano samoubojstvo
Ja, plačem, kad anđeli zaslužuju da umru,
U moje opravdano samoubojstvo
Ja, plačem, kad anđeli zaslužuju da umru,
Oče, Oče, Oče, Oče,
Oče, u Tvoje ruke, svoj duh predajem
Oče, u Tvoje ruke
Zašto si me napustio
U Tvojim očima napustio
U Tvojim mislima napustio
U Tvome srcu napustio, mene oh,
Vjeruj u moje opravdano samoubojstvo
Ja, plačem, kad anđeli zaslužuju da umru,
U moje opravdano samoubojstvo
Ja, plačem, kad anđeli zaslužuju da umru,
LOST IN HOLLYWOOD
I'll wait here
You're crazy
Those vicious streets are filled with strays
You should've never gone to Hollywood
They find you
Two-time you
Say you're the best they've ever seen
You should've never trusted Hollywood
I wrote you
And told you
You were the biggest fish out here
You should've never gone to Hollywood
They take you
And make you
They look at you in disgusting ways
You should've never trusted Hollywood
I was standing on the wall
Feeling ten feet tall
All you maggots
Smoking fags on Santa Monica Blvd.
This is my front page
This is my new age
All you bitches put your hands in the air
And wave them like you just don't care
All you maggots
Smoking fags out there on Sunset Blvd.
All you bitches put your hands in the air
And wave them like you just don't care
Phony people come to pray
Look at all of them beg to stay
Phony people come to pray
(The lines in the letter said
"We have gone to Hackensack")
Look at all of them beg to stay
Phony people come to pray
All you maggots
Smoking fags on Santa Monica Blvd.
All you maggots
Smoking fags out there on Sunset Blvd.
All you maggots
Smoking fags out there on Hollywood Blvd.
You should've never trusted Hollywood
You should've never gone to Hollywood
All you bitches put your hands in the air
And wave them like you just don't care
You should've never trusted Hollywood
B.Y.O.B.
Why do they always send the poor
Barbarisms by Barbaras
With pointed heels
Victorious victories kneel
For brand new spankin' deals
Marching forward hypocritic and
Hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection
Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Kneeling roses disappearing into
Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox stealing
Our intentions
Hangers sitting dripped in oil
Crying freedom
Handed to obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Blast off
It's party time
And we don't live in a fascist nation
Blast off
It's party time
And where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Kneeling roses disappearing into
Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox stealing
Our intentions
Hangers sitting dripped in oil
Crying freedom
Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sun
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
They always send the poor
They always send the poor
And we are the ones that want to choose,
Always want to play,
But you never want to lose…
Da, mi smo oni koji žele birati,
uvijek želimo igrati,
a nikada ne izgubiti...
Svi mi želimo da nam sve ide od ruke... da cijeli život dobivamo ono što nam treba i što želimo. No, život nije takav! Rođeni smo da se naučimo boriti za sebe, zar ne? Neke život mazi a neke ipak ne. Što mislite, tko bolje uspije u životu – onaj koji se sam borio ili onaj kojem su roditelji sve radili i dopuštali? Naravno, i meni roditelji pomažu, ali ne prave od mene nesposobnu osobu. Bojimo se poraza, bilo da se radi o porazu u školi, ljubavi, prijateljstvu... Ja se trenutno najviše bojim poraza na fakultetu. Znam, upisala sam ono što sam htjela,zanimljivi su predmeti i sve ali me strah od nepoznatog. No, ako to shvatim kao igru biti će bolje. Jer, i život sam po sebi treba shvatiti kao igru jer ako ne pokušaš igrati savjest će te mučiti a ako zaigraš i izgubiš sve će biti manje bolno jer je to ipak bila samo igra!;-)
Poraz u ljubavi sam već doživjela, još kupim razbacana sjećanja, znam da mi ova ljubav nije bila samo igra... Znam da sam mogla birati, birati između toga da pokušam nešto s njim ili da ne pokušam. Ja sam poznata po tome da prihvaćam izazove pa sam prihvatila da budem s njim. Greška! To je to, shvatila sam da uvijek želim igrati a nikad izgubiti. No, život nije takav jer ako nisi nešto izgubio nisi ni živio!Znam da ću se kadtad dignuti iz ovog blata života i da ću napokon ugledati zvijezde kojima težim, da ću moći disati punim plućima bez straha da ću ponovo potoniti. Hmm, nadam se!
O ljubavi više i ne razmišljam, dosta mi je udaraca koji mi sve više nagrizaju srce... Želim odmor od svega! Znam da ću možda odbiti ljubav svog života kad budem u ovom razdoblju, ali ako nam je suđeno i ako nam je sudbina da budemo skupa i da pokušamo nešto, da pokušamo naći jedno drugo u ovoj pješčanoj oluji – sve će doći samo od sebe, sudbina će nas kadtad spojit!
Tek sam sad shvatila uzrečicu koju su već i stari Grci stalno ponavljali: “ Iznad svega ostaje Moira(sudbina)“!
STIHOVI IZ PJESME: „Aerials“ – S.O.A.D.
