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(SIC)Lauantai 08.11.2008 21:51

upeeta kaunista SAIRASTA kaikki eteläsuomen sekopäisimmät friikit samassa rakennuksessa ja seuranaan SlipKnoT ..yleisö laulo koko keikan ajan \,,/ I LOVE IT

VITTU AHISTAATorstai 18.09.2008 00:15

ei jaksa oottaa 7 marraskuuta.. hajoo pää ku tahtois vaa sinne keikalle \,,/

hyvä suomi.. \,,/Sunnuntai 07.09.2008 17:55

All Hope Is Gone is #1!!
September 3, 2008

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\,,/ stay (sic)

[Ei aihetta]Lauantai 06.09.2008 19:40

wit beyond measure is a man's greatest treasure

syksy tulee taasLauantai 06.09.2008 19:24


The Woods are getting naked
and the weather is getting colder
I can feel this fall deep inside my bones

I hear the call of the birds
they are going to leave us
I wonder how they know their destination

The woods are turnin' colours
the wilderness is shining
the north prepares for winter,
'cause it will be cruel

The birds calling gether
they are going to leave us
I always wonder how they know where to fly

korpiklaani - Northern fall

houseMaanantai 25.08.2008 02:07

13. Kirottu

House: Sinulla noita hommeleita näköjään riittää… niin kuin tuo blondihommeli, jolle juuri lirkuttelit.
Tri Wilson: Hän on sairaalan kirjanpitäjä. Puhuimme laskutuksesta!
House: Tuollainenko on kaksinkertaista kirjanpitoa?

House: (puhuu Vicodin-pillerille) Siinähän sinä oletkin. Pelottiko sinua? Kaikki on hyvin, olet nyt kotona. (nielaisee pillerin)

Tri Wilson: Toisaalta on se 'tee muille niin kuin haluat tehtävän itsellesi' -hommeli.
House: Siinä tapauksessa minun on pakko kertoa hänelle. Minä ainakin haluaisin tietää.
Tri Wilson: Haluat aina tietää kaiken. Muistat kai myös 'lupauksenpito'-hommelin?
House: Sinä se olet yhtä hommelia koko tyyppi.

Tri Wilson: Nyt annan sinulle neuvon ja teeskentelen, että kuuntelet. Nautin valtavasti näistä tilanteista! Pyysikö Rowan sinua pitämään asian omana tietonasi?
House: Lupasin olla kertomatta, mutta pidin sormet ristissä. Minulla on siis oikeus puhua.
Tri Wilson: Taisin erehtyä – tämä onkin se tilanne, jossa haluat ajatella ääneen. Tarvitaanko minua tässä ollenkaan?

House: Onko tämä isällistä kannustusta, vai onko diagnoosille myös lääketieteellinen perustelu?
Rowan Chase: Oireet viittaavat paremmin tähän.
House: Voi harmi. Toivoin että syy olisi ollut toinen. Meinasin jo hakea kamerani ikuistaakseni herkän hetken.

Tri Chase: Haluaisitko, että minä sotkeutuisin sinun yksityiselämääsi?
House: En missään nimessä. Siksi minulla ei olekaan yksityiselämää.

Iäkäs potilas: Sormeni ovat puutuneet!
House: Kellonrannekkeenne on liian kireällä.

Jeffrey: Oletko olevinasi vitsikäs?
House: Ilmeisesti en.

Jeffrey: Eli koko sotku paiskataan päin seinää ja katsotaan, mikä tarttuu kiinni?
Tri Chase: Niin voi tehdä spagetille.

Tri Wilson: Edes minä en pidä sinusta.
House: Muista, että sanat voivat satuttaa.

House: Salaseurako? Mitä salaista siinä on? Sekö, että jäsenet ovat ääliöitä?

houseMaanantai 25.08.2008 02:05

5. Nunnan tarina

House:Hänessä on Jumala. Kasvain olisi helpompi hoitaa.
Wilson: Ehkä hän on allerginen Jumalalle.

Nunna: SisarAugustine uskoo olemattomiin.
House: Eikö se ole teidän työssänne ihan edellytys?

House: Mitä tiedät nunnasta?
Chase: Mistä niistä?
House: Siitä söpöstä... No siitä sairaasta tietenkin!

House: Huvittaa ja ärsyttää, että luulette olevanne minua sinnikkäämpiä.

House: Tutkin siis nunnaa kännissä, avasin laatikon ja nappasin sokkona mitä käteen osui...

House: Ihminenhän minäkin olen.
Wilson: Saatoit siis tyriä?
House: En
Wilson: Virhemahdollisuus on siis vain teoreettinen?
House: Jos sitäkään

Nunna: Kiitos kärsivällisyydestänne.
Wilson: Sinuako hän tarkoittaa?
House: Minua hän katsoo.

House: Miksi minun pitää todistella, että osaan asiani?

Foreman: Kuten itse sanot, kaikki tyrivät. Sinä kuulut joukkoon.
House: Minä en tyrinyt

edgar allan poe - the ravenMaanantai 05.05.2008 02:09

THE RAVEN.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore —
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door —
Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore —
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore —
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door —
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door; —
This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; ——
Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" —
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore —
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
'Tis the wind and nothing more!"

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door —
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door —
Perched, and sat, and nothing more. [column 5:]

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore —
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door —
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered — not a feather then he fluttered —
Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before —
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore —
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never — nevermore'."

But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore —
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite — respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil! —
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted —
On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore —
Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore —
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore —
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting —
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! — quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted — nevermore!

biisejä ja niiden osiaLauantai 29.12.2007 22:44

When I am dead,
Lay me in a mound.
Place my weapons by my
side
For the journey to Hall up
high
When I am dead,
Lay me in a mound.
Raise a stone for all to
see
Runes carved to my memory

amon amarth - runes to my
memory

There's a place in the
North, far far away
Home for the wandering man
Dreaming fields with skies
so pale
Calm is the glorious land
Flames will send the sign
to the sky
That we have come to feast
tonight
The lakes are echoing with
our song
Shadows are dancing on the
forrest wall
Shadows are dancing on the
forrest wall!

Enchantment of the fire
and moon
Lost in the whispering
night
The raven's magic
enthralls the woods
Crawling in the sweet
starlight
We have gathered in this
distant land
Full of wisdom, secrets
and tales
The morning will never
rise again
Roaming wolves are howling
for the dead
Roaming wolves are howling
for the dead!

ensiferum- lai lai hei

Icy winter is creeping
near
dark sky abowe us
biting frost is in the air
darkness surrounds us

amon amarth - under the
northen star

Once when we were returning from a battle and
We got lost in a gloomy forest
in the middle of the woods
we saw an old house
with tired minds we knocked
the door very loudly
Old woman opened the wooden door
She asked us to come in
with kind words
From her pot arose a scent so weird
Stunning and bitter but very summoning

Bring me a magic potion
it will heal my aching wounds
A taste so bitter that makes
my bleeding soul feel so good
It will make us sing and dance
in our endless feast
Or it might even unleash
the beast in me

She filled out pints with that devils beverage
And served another round with an hideous grin
The world was spinning in a new light I saw everything
and everyone was singing this song

With nature, trolls and the spirits of the forest
We are one; let our singing rise up into the stars
The witch's magic drum was still beating hard
When a goblin brought me a new pint and together we roared

Drink and dance!
People of the forest sing with us!
Who wants to brawl with me?
Who can shape a kantele from a pike's jaw?
Like the great one once did

Close your eyes
Calm your mind and drift away from the pain
Beyond dreams
Into the depths of the cauldron
Like a rain it falls
And mirrors nature's healing powers
Surrender this time
And relief you shall find

Catcher of souls
hunter of spirits
Grant us the final frop of the life's elixir
I want to drown all my misery
Into the green trolls blood
And brown swamp drink
Fight against diminishing time
Burden of a solitary warrior's life
Catcher of souls
hunter of spirits
Grant us the final frop of the life's elixir

ensiferum - one more magic potion

Once there was a boy back in time of the heathens
Day after day he just kept dreaming things that would make him weaker
His father could not make him see, that there is more than dreams
But he wouldn't listen to the words of his father, 'cause he's a little dreamer

Along his quest for solitude
A wise man came and told him to follow the stars

He ran to the forest with whirlwinds by his side
He's lost in this world of lies
Take him back where rivers flow upwards
He is the one who lives
under a moonless sky looking for time
Take him back where stars are shining bright

ensiferum - little dreamer

A name uttered with fear
No smile, no tears
They'll crush your skull with a blow
And pile them in a row

The heart of Turisas was forged by four winds
In a smithy high up in the skies
On an anvil honour, with a hammer of blood
The Four Winds pounded

Battle Metal!
As the battle rages the dearest to you, you hold in your hand -
And stick in their lungs!

An iron gaze of a hawk
Out of sight they stalk
Their arrows cut the air an they fly
Death from the sky

Thunder in their eyes
A riding demise
Storming over the men on the field
Breaking their shield

Take this sign into your heart and be brave
Let it lead you to your glory or your grave
Today!

turisas - battle metal

Valhalla waits Valkyries rise and fall
The warrior tombs lie open for us all
A ghostly hand reaches through the wall
Blood and sand we will prevail

Sliding we go only fear on our side
To the edge of the wire
And we rush with the tide
Oh the water is red
With the blood of the dead
But I'm still alive pray to God I survive

How long on this longest day
'Till we finally make it through
How long on this longest day
'Till we finally make it through

iron maiden - the longest day

I'm caught by the Mirror,
it's like a Nightmare,
I cannot get out
I'm seeing that face again
and it's making me mad
My rage and hate is taking over
when you look at me
so I close my eyes
and you scream to me

Leave me alone,
you're not real to me
this is the way it has to be
This mirror is twisted
and so are you

nother - mirror of madness


I've felt the hate rise up in me...
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves...
I wander out where you can't see...
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed...

Goodbye!

I wipe it off on tile, the light is brighter this time
Everything is 3D blasphemy
My eyes are red and gold, the hair is standing straight up
This is not the way I pictured me
I CAN'T CONTROL MY SHAKES!
How the hell did I get here?
Something about this, so very wrong...
I have to laugh out loud, I wish I didn't like this
Is it a dream or a memory?

GET OUTTA MY HEAD CUZ I DON'T NEED THIS!
Why I didn't I see this?
I'm a victim - Manchurian Candidate
I - HAVE - SINNED - BY - JUST
Makin' my mind up and takin' your breath away

slipknot - wait and bleed

Far beyond the sea and distant lands
Came men with thirty ships
Had wanted to reach the Neva by night
But the weather was not on their side

And as the wind grew stronger and stronger
The rain ran down our cheeks
The bow was turned towards Gardar
The sail flew up again

Holmgard and beyond
That's where the winds will us guide
For fame and for gold
Set sail for those lands unknown

turisas - to holmgard and beyond
- Vanhemmat »