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Muusika paranormaalsusest
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06-11-2021, 19:03
(03-11-2021, 13:40 )Maakristall Kirjutas: Selline ta on. Erakordselt madala vibratsiooniga. Tumeda energiaga. Tõmbab maa sisse jah, väga huvitav! 
07-11-2021, 10:27
(Seda postitust muudeti viimati: 07-11-2021, 10:31 ja muutjaks oli Kunglas.)
See tuleb tagasi.. 
07-11-2021, 13:55
(Seda postitust muudeti viimati: 07-11-2021, 13:55 ja muutjaks oli Maakristall.)
Bändist lõpuks asja saanud. Ai sa sinine kui hea. Sõnad........... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K1wdYIgB...rt_radio=1
Bullet the Blue Sky Sepultura In the howlin' wind Comes a stingin' rain See it drivin' nails Into the souls on the tree of pain From the firefly A red orange glow See the face of fear Runnin' scared in the valley below Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue Bullet the blue In the locust wind Comes a rattle and hum Jacob wrestled the angel And the angel was overcome You plant a demon seed You raise a flower of fire We see them burnin' crosses See the flames, higher and higher Woh, woh, bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue Bullet the blue Suit and tie comes up to me His face red like a rose on a thorn bush Like all the colors of a royal flush And he's peelin' off those dollar bills (Slappin' 'em down) One hundred, two hundred And I can see those fighter planes And I can see those fighter planes Across the tin huts as children sleep Through the alleys of a quiet city street Up the staircase to the first floor We turn the key and slowly unlock the door As a man breathes into his saxophone And through the walls you hear the city groan Outside, is America Outside, is America America See across the field See the sky ripped open See the rain comin' through the gapin' wound Howlin' the women and children Who run into the arms Of America
08-11-2021, 14:33
(Seda postitust muudeti viimati: 08-11-2021, 14:42 ja muutjaks oli Maakristall.)
Mamma anna kriibikuile palderjani asemel meskaliini. Nii nimetaks selle loo. Räme trääns. Ajab kundalini ussid koos solgetaga ilma imevärktriinitagi välja. Siin palju digirännaku fänne, mõtlesin žesti teha. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0BbPue_0Mlw
08-11-2021, 20:26
Вячеслав Бутусов – Прогулки по воде
С причала рыбачил апостол Андрей, А спаситель ходил по воде. И Андрей доставал из воды пескарей, А спаситель - погибших людей. И Андрей закричал - Я покину причал, Если ты мне откроешь секрет. А спаситель ответил - Спокойно, Андрей, Никакого секрета здесь нет. Видишь там на горе возвышается крест. Под ним десяток солдат. Повиси-ка на нем, А когда надоест, возвращайся назад, Гулять по воде, гулять по воде, Гулять по воде со мной. Но, учитель, на касках блистают рога, Черный ворон кружит над крестом. Объясни мне сейчас, пожалей дурака, А распятье оставь на потом. Онемел спаситель и топнул в сердцах По водной глади ногой: Ты и верно дурак, и Андрей, в слезах, Побрел с пескарями домой. Видишь там на горе возвышается крест. Под ним десяток солдат. Повиси-ка на нем, А когда надоест, возвращайся назад, Гулять по воде, гулять по воде, Гулять по воде со мной. Видишь там на горе возвышается крест. Под ним десяток солдат. Повиси-ка на нем, А когда надоест, возвращайся назад, Гулять по воде, гулять по воде, Гулять по воде со мной. Пр. С причала рыбачил апостол Андрей А спаситель ходил по воде И Андрей доставал из воды пескарей А спаситель погибших людей. И Андрей закричал: "Я покину причал Если ты не откроешь секрет..." И спаситель ответил: "Спокойно Андрей, Никакого секрета здесь нет.." Припев: Видишь там на горе возвышается крест Под ним десяток солдат Повиси-ка на нем, а когда надоест Возвращайся назад Гулять по воде Гулять по воде Гулять по воде со мной Но учитель на касках блистают рога Черный ворон кружит над крестом бъясни мне сейчас, пожалей дурака А распятье оставь на потом Онемел спаситель и топнул в сердцах По водной глади ногой Ты и верно дурак и Андрей в слезах Побрел с пескарями домой Припев.
08-11-2021, 22:24
Наутилус Помпилиус - Крылья
Ты снимаешь вечернее платье, стоя лицом к стене И я вижу свежие шрамы на гладкой, как бархат, спине Мне хочется плакать от боли или забыться во сне Где твои крылья, которые так нравились мне? [Припев] Где твои крылья, которые нравились мне? Где твои крылья, которые нравились мне? [Куплет 2] Когда-то у нас было время, теперь у нас есть дела Доказывать, что сильный жрет слабых Доказывать, что сажа бела Мы все потеряли что-то на этой безумной войне Кстати, где твои крылья, которые нравились мне? [Припев] Где твои крылья, которые нравились мне? Где твои крылья, которые нравились мне? [Куплет 3] Я не спрашиваю, сколько у тебя денег Не спрашиваю, сколько мужей Я вижу, ты боишься открытых окон и верхних этажей И если завтра начнется пожар и все здание будет в огне Мы погибнем без этих крыльев, которые нравились мне [Припев] Где твои крылья, которые нравились мне? Где твои крылья, которые нравились мне?
09-11-2021, 12:33
(Seda postitust muudeti viimati: 10-11-2021, 06:02 ja muutjaks oli isemaag.)
Песня про Коронавирус. Владимир Высоцкий "Не покупают никакой еды!"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MwFI_dRJSPQ Vene keeles. Võssotski oli selgeltnägija. 
vat see on õige trääns
//hässtääg: God is a DJ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CC5ca6Hsb2Q või siis see https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=86BmSaXZMHw
10-11-2021, 14:14
Äraspidises maailmas ei saa duaalikud mitte iial aru, et vaateid on oluliselt rohkem. Kroliki -dualiki. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7kBYYW9n6qo
11-11-2021, 08:59
(10-11-2021, 14:14 )Maakristall Kirjutas: Äraspidises maailmas ei saa duaalikud mitte iial aru, et vaateid on oluliselt rohkem. Kroliki -dualiki. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7kBYYW9n6qo mis sinu lepingule paremini sobiks? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S6ygE226...rt_radio=1 sa pole lugenud peenikeses kirjas olevat osa!
11-11-2021, 12:04
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XBXZHIi3Ed8
Vot see on TÕESTI PARANORMAALNE! Kuidas inimesed kontserdil hulluvad, surevad ja haiglasse satuvad. Põrguga siin (vist) ei ole tegemist vaid 7HZ infraheliga mis inimese südamerütmiga ühtib. See aga on mitte para vaid puhtalt krimiasi!
11-11-2021, 17:24
Ленин такой молодой. Tõlge: Lenin on nii noor.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XP7LpUVUgqA Ta elushoidmiseks on palju tehtud. Ta ei jäänud vanaks. Ta junkrud hoiavad elus ta teadvust. Kas paranormaalne? Või äkki on midagimuud. Pisike täiendus: Mu masin ei reageerinud, kui üritasin selle teate lisada, no lisan veel midagi: Ленинград - Ленин такой молодой
11-11-2021, 23:17
Tsitaat:chi on must energia koik teavad et puhas energia tuleb otse verivorstist Tsitaat:mina tahaksin noppida p rkast siseorgani tykkidega täidetud vorstikesi otse verivorstipuuotsast Tsitaat:vanasti tapsime otse kodus aga tänapäeval peame toimetama hospitalides natuke muudetud tsitaadid mälujärgi tsiteeritud kohalikelt korgevibratsioonilistelt stammkasutajatest valgetelt ghoulidelt. Lucyferiański Aerobic - SATANISMUS Der Satan Mit der Teufel Mechanismus Satanismus Der Satan Mit der Teufel Percivalus Perversalus And when Jesus comes We'll show him the sign With direction to Wieliczka And when Jesus comes We'll show him the sign With direction to Wieliczka
12-11-2021, 19:03
G.G.F.H. - Plasterchrist
Have we created a plaster christ? To hang crooked on our grey walls Have we created a plaster christ? To watch his body rot and mold In the privacy of our own home Have we created a plaster christ? You can still see him His bleeding body - a crucified shadow on the horizon Still bleeding - still bleeding Plasterchrsit - pay the price Christ's skin and bone You can have your own Plasterchrist antichrist Have we created a plaster christ? To hang crooked on our grey walls Have we created a plaster christ? To watch his body rot and mold Have we created a plaster christ? To wash the blood away To sin another day
14-11-2021, 21:20
Jefferson airplane - White rabbit
One pill makes you larger And one pill makes you small And the ones that mother gives you Don't do anything at all Go ask Alice When she's ten feet tall [Verse 2] And if you go chasing rabbits And you know you're going to fall Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar Has given you the call Call Alice When she was just small [Verse 3] When the men on the chessboard Get up and tell you where to go And you've just had some kind of mushroom And your mind is moving low Go ask Alice I think she'll know [Verse 4] When logic and proportion Have fallen sloppy dead And the White Knight is talking backwards And the Red Queen's off with her head Remember what the Dormouse said Feed your head Feed your head
16-11-2021, 17:49
The Vision Bleak - A Curse Of The Grandest Kind
When the moon is on the wave And the glow-worm in the grass And the meteor on the grave And the wisp on the morass When the falling stars are shooting And the answer'd owls are hooting And the silent leaves are still In the shadow of the hill Shall my soul be upon thine With a pow'r and with a sign Though thy slumber may be deep Yet thy spirit shall not sleep There are shades which will not vanish There are thoughts thou canst not banish By a pow'r to thee unknown Thou canst never be alone Thou art wrapt as with a shroud Thou art gather'd in a cloud And for ever shalt thou dwell In the spirit of this spell Though thou seest me not pass by Thou shalt feel me with thine eye As a thing that, though unseen Must be near thee, and hath been And when in that secret dread Thou hast turn'd around thy head Thou shalt marvel I am not As thy shadow on the spot And the pow'r which thou dost feel Shall be what thou must conceal And a magic voice and verse Hath baptized thee with a curse And a spirit of the air Hath begirt thee with a snare In the wind there is a voice Shall forbid thee to rejoice And to thee shall night deny All the quiets of her sky And the day shall have a sun Which shall make thee wish it done From thy false tears I did distill An essence which hath strength to kill From thy own heart I then did wring The black blood in its blackest spring From thy own smile I snatch'd the snake For there it coil'd as in a brake From thy own lip I drew the the charm Which gave all these their chiefest harm In proving every poison known I found the strongest was thine own By thy cold breast and serpent smile By thy unfathom'd gulfs of guile By that most seeming virtuos eye By thy shut soul's hypocrisy By the perfection of thine art Which pass'd for human thine own heart By thy delight in others' pain And by thy brotherhood of Cain I call upon thee! and compel Thyself to be thy proper hell! And on thy head I pour the vial Which doth devote thee to this trial Nor to slumber, nor to die Shall be in thy destiny Though thy death shall still seem near To thy wish, but as a fear Lo! the spell now works around thee And the clankless chain hath bound thee O'er thy heart and brain together Hath the word been pass'd — now wither! (16-11-2021, 13:38 )Lynx Titan Kirjutas: Araabia muusikat huvitav muusika ja tekitas huvi netflixi seriaali vastu, polegi veel vaadanud, tänud 
16-11-2021, 21:04
(Seda postitust muudeti viimati: 16-11-2021, 21:10 ja muutjaks oli Lynx Titan.)
Vene naised aegade alguses Soomlaste nõudmise puhul loosid ja mõtlesid välja kõik tuntavad rahvakeeled sellel planeedil. See on päris austatav saavutus. Selleks et keeli veelgi arendada, kõige lihtsam lahendus on kuulata Venekeelset naise lugu. Kõige lihtsam viis sõnadest aru saada on kuigi kuulata aeglast muusikat ehk räppi.
Igat viisi proovitakse läbi saada et ühest inimesest lahti saada, eriti Ameerikas. Seda tunneb enda südames iga Ameeriklane kes on kunagi krimi teinud. Matrix on oma naisega nagu Mulder ja Scully, ainult et nad ei lahenda para vaid krimi. Kui krimi teed ja näed kuidas keegi politseiniku riietes tuleb sind jutule ajama tühjast, võid kindel olla, et oled midagi valesti elus teinud ja see on Matrix kellega räägid. Kõik need tegelased, kes on maha maetud elusana ja sealt veel ennast ülesse kaevanud on kõik järgmisel lool. Need keda isegi parimad sõbrad rasketel aegadel ei aidanud vaid jooksid nagu jänesed.
22-11-2021, 22:47
The Black Rider (Magic Bullet) - Just The Right Bullets
There is a light in the forest There is a face in the tree I'll pull you out of the chorus And the first one's always free You can never go a-hunting With just a flintlock and a hound You won't go home with a bunting If you blow a hundred round It takes much more than wild courage Or you'll hit the tattered clouds You must have just the right bullets And the first one's always free You must be careful in the forest Broken glass and rusty nails If you're to bring back something for us I have bullets for sale Why be a fool when you can chase away Your blind and your gloom I have blessed each one of these bullets And they shine just like a spoon To have sixty silver wishes Is a small price to pay They'll be your private little fishes And they'll never swim away I just want you to be happy That's my only little wish I'll fix your wagon and your musket And the spoon will have it's dish And I shudder at the thought of your Poor empty hunter's pouch So I'll keep the wind from your barrel And bless the roof of your house 
23-11-2021, 10:44
Ma ei saa päris hästi aru, et mida enamus siin alateemas jagab.
Mõte oli vist kuidas muusikud esitavad paranormaalsusest kõnelevat loomingut. Võimalik, et neid on juba jagatud, aga jagan siiski uuesti, sest mainstreami edasi antud sümbolid ja ideed jõuavad ikka märksa suurema rahva hulka kui omad lemmikud. Minu arvates on peale sõnade ja helide kindlasti oluline ka visuaalne keel ja nendes videotes justkui oleks sümboolikat kuhjaga, olgugi ta pealiskaudne: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0KSOMA3QBU0 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t5Sd5c4o9UM |
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