Yeah, so...feck uber BFE songs! Bring on the heavy shit!
This song is a shout out to my NYHC sxe days.
Straight Edge Revenge by Project X
I'm as straight as the line that you sniff up your nose!
I'm as hard as the booze that you swill down your throat!
I'm as bad as the shit you breath into your lungs!
And I'll fuck you up as fast as the pill on your tongue!
Go...!
Straight edge revenge! (x2)
This time you pushed me too far!
I'm as straight as the line that you sniff up your nose!
I'm as hard as the booze that you swill down your throat!
I'm as bad as the shit you breath into your lungs!
And I'll fuck you up as fast as the pill on your tongue!
Go...!
Straight edge revenge! (x2)
Revenge!
- guest010712
- 07-01-2010, 06:34 PM
- guest010712
- 07-03-2010, 09:37 AM
The year: 1987
The dude: I was a young sxe SHARP skin (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skinhea...cial_Prejudice) and was dipping my feet into the Industrial music scene. When I first heard this song I never imagined electronic music could be so hard and aggressive. I got hooked fast!
Fondest memory: moshing to Nitzer Ebb when they opened up for Depeche Mode in NY/NJ. Ghey ass DM fans ran for their lives in fear of getting an elbow or a Doc Marten boot in their face(s). Haha! After I finished moshing (and tearing up my knees against the stadium seats), the only person sitting next to me was my older brother with a shit eating grin on his face. He slowly whipped out the gun he was carrying and told me if I ever did that again, he was gonna shoot my balls off. Suffice it to say I never danced at a Depeche Mode concert again.
Join In The Chant by Nitzer Ebb
Lies, lies, lies, lies
Gold, gold, gold, gold
Guns, guns, guns, guns
Fire, fire, fire
Gold, gold, gold, gold
Church, church, church, church
Guns, guns, guns, guns
Fire, fire, fire
Muscle and hate
Muscle and hate
Muscle, muscle, muscle, muscle
Lies, lies, lies, lies
Books, books, books, books
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Fire, fire, fire
Church, church, church, church
Gold, gold, gold, gold
Guns, guns, guns, guns
Fire, fire, fire
Muscle and hate
Muscle and hate
Muscle, muscle, muscle, muscle
Join in the chant
Join in the chant
Join in the chant
Join in the chant
Muscle, muscle, muscle, muscle
Lies, lies, lies, lies
Books, books, books, books
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Fire, fire, fire
Guns, guns, guns, guns
Gold, gold, gold, gold
Church, church, church, church
Fire, fire, fire
Muscle and hate
Muscle and hate
Muscle, muscle
Muscle and hate
Muscle and hate
Force is machine
Force is machine
Force is machine
Join in the chant
Force is machine
Join in the chant
Muscle, muscle
Lies, lies, lies, lies
Books, books, books, books
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Fire, fire, fire
Church, church, church, church
Gold, gold, gold, gold
Guns, guns, guns, guns
Fire, fire, fire
Muscle and hate
Muscle and hate
Muscle, muscle, muscle, muscle
Force is machine
Force is machine
Join in the chant
Force is machine
Join in the chant
Join in the chant
Join in the chant
Join in the chant
(Muscle)
Muscle, muscle, muscle
Fire, fire, fire
Join in the chant
The dude: I was a young sxe SHARP skin (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skinhea...cial_Prejudice) and was dipping my feet into the Industrial music scene. When I first heard this song I never imagined electronic music could be so hard and aggressive. I got hooked fast!
Fondest memory: moshing to Nitzer Ebb when they opened up for Depeche Mode in NY/NJ. Ghey ass DM fans ran for their lives in fear of getting an elbow or a Doc Marten boot in their face(s). Haha! After I finished moshing (and tearing up my knees against the stadium seats), the only person sitting next to me was my older brother with a shit eating grin on his face. He slowly whipped out the gun he was carrying and told me if I ever did that again, he was gonna shoot my balls off. Suffice it to say I never danced at a Depeche Mode concert again.
Join In The Chant by Nitzer Ebb
Lies, lies, lies, lies
Gold, gold, gold, gold
Guns, guns, guns, guns
Fire, fire, fire
Gold, gold, gold, gold
Church, church, church, church
Guns, guns, guns, guns
Fire, fire, fire
Muscle and hate
Muscle and hate
Muscle, muscle, muscle, muscle
Lies, lies, lies, lies
Books, books, books, books
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Fire, fire, fire
Church, church, church, church
Gold, gold, gold, gold
Guns, guns, guns, guns
Fire, fire, fire
Muscle and hate
Muscle and hate
Muscle, muscle, muscle, muscle
Join in the chant
Join in the chant
Join in the chant
Join in the chant
Muscle, muscle, muscle, muscle
Lies, lies, lies, lies
Books, books, books, books
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Fire, fire, fire
Guns, guns, guns, guns
Gold, gold, gold, gold
Church, church, church, church
Fire, fire, fire
Muscle and hate
Muscle and hate
Muscle, muscle
Muscle and hate
Muscle and hate
Force is machine
Force is machine
Force is machine
Join in the chant
Force is machine
Join in the chant
Muscle, muscle
Lies, lies, lies, lies
Books, books, books, books
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Fire, fire, fire
Church, church, church, church
Gold, gold, gold, gold
Guns, guns, guns, guns
Fire, fire, fire
Muscle and hate
Muscle and hate
Muscle, muscle, muscle, muscle
Force is machine
Force is machine
Join in the chant
Force is machine
Join in the chant
Join in the chant
Join in the chant
Join in the chant
(Muscle)
Muscle, muscle, muscle
Fire, fire, fire
Join in the chant
- blackspanishteacher
- 07-03-2010, 03:18 PM
What the heck??? I think you need some 
.
Tell the little ninjas to put down the nunchakus and shurikens, stand on their hind legs, open their arms and close them around you.
If not I'm gonna post the lyrics to LL Cool J's 1987 rap ballad 'I Need Love'. LMAO
. Tell the little ninjas to put down the nunchakus and shurikens, stand on their hind legs, open their arms and close them around you.
If not I'm gonna post the lyrics to LL Cool J's 1987 rap ballad 'I Need Love'. LMAO
- guest010712
- 07-04-2010, 10:14 AM
You're right, T. It's time to bring it down a notch. This is one of the most beautiful songs by the infamous Russian band, Kino.
Кукушка by Кино
Песен еще ненаписанных, сколько?
Скажи, кукушка, пропой.
В городе мне жить или на выселках,
Камнем лежать или гореть звездой?
Звездой.
Солнце мое - взгляни на меня,
Моя ладонь превратилась в кулак,
И если есть порох - дай огня.
Вот так...
Кто пойдет по следу одинокому?
Сильные да смелые
Головы сложили в поле в бою.
Мало кто остался в светлой памяти,
В трезвом уме да с твердой рукой в строю,
В строю.
Солнце мое - взгляни на меня,
Моя ладонь превратилась в кулак,
И если есть порох - дай огня.
Вот так...
Где же ты теперь, воля вольная?
С кем же ты сейчас
Ласковый рассвет встречаешь? Ответь.
Хорошо с тобой, да плохо без тебя,
Голову да плечи терпеливые под плеть,
Под плеть.
Солнце мое - взгляни на меня,
Моя ладонь превратилась в кулак,
И если есть порох - дай огня.
Вот так...
The translation doesn't do the song justice.
How many songs are there yet to come?
Tell me, cuckoo, and sing…
Where am I to live, where am I to die?
Lying on the ground, or flying like a star in the sky?
Flying
Sunshine above, come look at me
My hand has now turned into a fist
If there's a way out, then show it to me
Like this…
Who will tread upon these lonely steps again?
Who is strong and brave?
Who will pay the price in battle
With their lives?
Very few remain in our memory,
With a sound mind, and a strong hand in the ranks
Alive
Where have you gone now, my freedom, where are you?
Who's the lucky one meeting you again this morning,
Tell me…
It's good with you around, but it's bad without
But my head and shoulders can hold out underneath the whip
You see
Sunshine above, come look at me
My hand has now turned into a fist
If there's a way out, then show it to me
Like this…
Кукушка by Кино
Песен еще ненаписанных, сколько?
Скажи, кукушка, пропой.
В городе мне жить или на выселках,
Камнем лежать или гореть звездой?
Звездой.
Солнце мое - взгляни на меня,
Моя ладонь превратилась в кулак,
И если есть порох - дай огня.
Вот так...
Кто пойдет по следу одинокому?
Сильные да смелые
Головы сложили в поле в бою.
Мало кто остался в светлой памяти,
В трезвом уме да с твердой рукой в строю,
В строю.
Солнце мое - взгляни на меня,
Моя ладонь превратилась в кулак,
И если есть порох - дай огня.
Вот так...
Где же ты теперь, воля вольная?
С кем же ты сейчас
Ласковый рассвет встречаешь? Ответь.
Хорошо с тобой, да плохо без тебя,
Голову да плечи терпеливые под плеть,
Под плеть.
Солнце мое - взгляни на меня,
Моя ладонь превратилась в кулак,
И если есть порох - дай огня.
Вот так...
The translation doesn't do the song justice.
How many songs are there yet to come?
Tell me, cuckoo, and sing…
Where am I to live, where am I to die?
Lying on the ground, or flying like a star in the sky?
Flying
Sunshine above, come look at me
My hand has now turned into a fist
If there's a way out, then show it to me
Like this…
Who will tread upon these lonely steps again?
Who is strong and brave?
Who will pay the price in battle
With their lives?
Very few remain in our memory,
With a sound mind, and a strong hand in the ranks
Alive
Where have you gone now, my freedom, where are you?
Who's the lucky one meeting you again this morning,
Tell me…
It's good with you around, but it's bad without
But my head and shoulders can hold out underneath the whip
You see
Sunshine above, come look at me
My hand has now turned into a fist
If there's a way out, then show it to me
Like this…
- blackspanishteacher
- 07-05-2010, 07:13 AM
Okay, Okay... After getting past the Russian translation...I could actually feel that song. I like it 
. I give!Darn it... No matter how hard I try, they keep pulling me back in.
- guest010712
- 07-05-2010, 07:36 AM
Heh...
And now let's take a stab at something a bit darker and more encompassing. This band is a perfect mix of Goth and EBM. Misery never tasted so sweet.
Decay by Revolver1010
Whores and seers
Religion prostituting gods
Vile are the shepherds, blind are the steer
Scorn of years
The greed and ignorance that is,
Humanity oblivious
This harvest ends as we descend
To ravage forth what fate draws near
And I’m waiting for you
My darling prey
To collect on all debts
To redeem all decay
The poor and incompetent
Allot us our overpopulation,
Consuming our lands
Of resources; barren
Inherit nothing shall the meek
This harvest ends with death to the weak
And I’m waiting for you
My darling prey
To rip right through you
As only I can
And I’m waiting for you
My darling prey
To redeem all decay
As only I can
As only I can (x2)
Mine is the work of religion
To coerce to idle bondage
The works of faith and holy fiction
Are my tyrannies in progress
All distinct and intrinsic
And flawlessly there woven
Brainwashed are the bleating sheep
By the shepherds we have chosen
I’ve lived through the dawn of machines
Renegades and nihilists
A one world nation regime
And a one world conglomerate
Conspiracies, corporate avarice
Messiahs and monopolists
The rich are a plague and the poor; a pestilence
And I’m waiting for you,
My darling prey
To rip right through you
As only I can
As only I can (x4)
And now let's take a stab at something a bit darker and more encompassing. This band is a perfect mix of Goth and EBM. Misery never tasted so sweet.
Decay by Revolver1010
Whores and seers
Religion prostituting gods
Vile are the shepherds, blind are the steer
Scorn of years
The greed and ignorance that is,
Humanity oblivious
This harvest ends as we descend
To ravage forth what fate draws near
And I’m waiting for you
My darling prey
To collect on all debts
To redeem all decay
The poor and incompetent
Allot us our overpopulation,
Consuming our lands
Of resources; barren
Inherit nothing shall the meek
This harvest ends with death to the weak
And I’m waiting for you
My darling prey
To rip right through you
As only I can
And I’m waiting for you
My darling prey
To redeem all decay
As only I can
As only I can (x2)
Mine is the work of religion
To coerce to idle bondage
The works of faith and holy fiction
Are my tyrannies in progress
All distinct and intrinsic
And flawlessly there woven
Brainwashed are the bleating sheep
By the shepherds we have chosen
I’ve lived through the dawn of machines
Renegades and nihilists
A one world nation regime
And a one world conglomerate
Conspiracies, corporate avarice
Messiahs and monopolists
The rich are a plague and the poor; a pestilence
And I’m waiting for you,
My darling prey
To rip right through you
As only I can
As only I can (x4)
- blackspanishteacher
- 07-05-2010, 10:50 AM
U win! Good luck on the spiral dude. Remember, although they are Ninjas, they're still furry and make nice cuddly friends that give hugs...
I'm out.
I'm out.