Μουσικές δημιουργίες μελών του Insomnia

[Sellers]

what?

 

ηξκηξκ

 

τπτ, πλακίτσα.

 

[tritonas00]

τπτ, πλακίτσα.

 

:P

 

ηξκηξκηκξ

[MsquitoPrincess]

http://www.fileden.c...2016027/you.mp3

 

 

Swallow the now

And sleep to the ending

Of a dream lost to birth

And the what could have beens

 

Whispers of skin

The smell of her hair

And the fingers that dance

On the plains of my face

 

Be what you will

But be here for me

I'll drain out your sorrow

And call it my own

 

Be what you will

A lonely second more

And I'll dream of a tomorrow

Forgotten long ago

 

There is a distance

Measured in breaths

Deserts empty of words

Further than despair

 

My thoughts are for you

But the end is mine

And the night closes in

Drowning me in silence

 

Be what you will

But be somewhere for me

For all we could have done

And all that could have been.

 

 

Άντε στην υγεία μας και στα δικά σας οι φαγωμένοι.

 

ΤΟ ΑΓΑΠΑΩ!!!

[Lucifer]

ΤΟ ΑΓΑΠΑΩ!!!

 

Α ΠΡΟΒΛΗΜΑ;;; Ε ΠΑΡΕ ΑΛΛΟ ΕΝΑ.

 

[Mp3]http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/7/23/2016027//Tuesday.mp3[/mp3]

 

 

It was a rainy Tuesday when I saw him sitting there

I wouldn't spare a second glance but for his frigid stare

A million little insects were there, gathered by his side

And I could tell they loved the way this little man could lie

 

A normal pack of parasites, ashore through the low tide

I don't know why I kept on staring, well,

Not until he smiled

 

They did not seem to heed the sign, no, not one single bit

But there was something breeding there, one crime left to commit

The fuel would pour, the ends would light, the world would come undone

The flies and the mosquitoes circled round this bloodless man

 

A normal pack of parasites, so commonly inexact

And I don't know why they didn't run when

When they saw him crack

 

A long black slit that ran the length of his young pallid face

Not like a wound, more like a map where vices interlace

In his soft looking hand, a long white cigarette would tremble

What hates the world so much to learn the will to disassemble?

 

Well not

a normal pack of parasites, too small to be malign

So I don't know why they did not run when he

He began to shine

 

I shut my eyes, let loose a tear and turned back to my drink

Another pack of little things, ignored in just a blink

Another dose of fragile things, I don't know why I cried

When another fix of passing things, again

Began to die

 

[MsquitoPrincess]

Α ΠΡΟΒΛΗΜΑ;;; Ε ΠΑΡΕ ΑΛΛΟ ΕΝΑ.

 

http://www.fileden.c...27//Tuesday.mp3

 

 

It was a rainy Tuesday when I saw him sitting there

I wouldn't spare a second glance but for his frigid stare

A million little insects were there, gathered by his side

And I could tell they loved the way this little man could lie

 

A normal pack of parasites, ashore through the low tide

I don't know why I kept on staring, well, at least

Not until he smiled

 

They did not seem to heed the sign, no, not one single bit

But there was something breeding there, one crime left to commit

The fuel would pour, the ends would light, the world would come undone

The flies and the mosquitoes circled round this bloodless man

 

A normal pack of parasites, so commonly inexact

And I don't know why they didn't run when

When they saw him crack

 

A long black slit that run the length of his young pallid face

Not like a wound, more like a map where vices interlace

In his soft looking hand, a long white cigarette would tremble

What hates the world so much to learn the will to disassemble?

 

Well not

a normal pack of parasites, too small to be malign

So I don't know why they did not run when he

He began to shine

 

I shut my eyes, let loose a tear and turned back to my drink

Another pack of little things, ignored in just a blink

Another dose of fragile things, I don't know why I cried

When another fix of passive things, again

Began to die

 

 

 

ΠΣ.

[Νηπενθες]

Ενας ελευθερος αυτοσχεδιασμος.Το αρεστερο μου αρχιζει και κουραζεται τελευταια σχετικα ευκολα..wtf.. Καμια συμβουλη απο πιανιστες και μη?

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wof4eW3NWi8

 

 

quiz: το 0:46-1:12 απο ποιο survival horror game σας θυμιζει την μουσικη?

 

ΥΣ: Ηταν save room... :rolleyes:

λολ μαγκα μου. . .μαμαει το κομματακι. . .

ποσο καιρο εκανες να το βγαλεις???

[YiN]

Α ΠΡΟΒΛΗΜΑ;;; Ε ΠΑΡΕ ΑΛΛΟ ΕΝΑ.

 

[Mp3]http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/7/23/2016027//Tuesday.mp3[/mp3]

 

 

It was a rainy Tuesday when I saw him sitting there

I wouldn't spare a second glance but for his frigid stare

A million little insects were there, gathered by his side

And I could tell they loved the way this little man could lie

 

A normal pack of parasites, ashore through the low tide

I don't know why I kept on staring, well,

Not until he smiled

 

They did not seem to heed the sign, no, not one single bit

But there was something breeding there, one crime left to commit

The fuel would pour, the ends would light, the world would come undone

The flies and the mosquitoes circled round this bloodless man

 

A normal pack of parasites, so commonly inexact

And I don't know why they didn't run when

When they saw him crack

 

A long black slit that ran the length of his young pallid face

Not like a wound, more like a map where vices interlace

In his soft looking hand, a long white cigarette would tremble

What hates the world so much to learn the will to disassemble?

 

Well not

a normal pack of parasites, too small to be malign

So I don't know why they did not run when he

He began to shine

 

I shut my eyes, let loose a tear and turned back to my drink

Another pack of little things, ignored in just a blink

Another dose of fragile things, I don't know why I cried

When another fix of passing things, again

Began to die

 

 

 

Έσπειρες και μαζεύουμε τουλίπες.

[tritonas00]

λολ μαγκα μου. . .μαμαει το κομματακι. . .

ποσο καιρο εκανες να το βγαλεις???

 

Αυτοσχεδιασμος ειναι.Κανα μισωρο μεχρι να αποφασισω τι θα παιξω και κανα 2 ωρο για την εκτελεση.

[Lucifer]

Έσπειρες και μαζεύουμε τουλίπες.

 

Kαι που λέτε σκάει σήμερα η YiN σαν τον Αγά Χαν, μου τρώει τα κριτσίνια, μου τελειώνει τον καφέ, μετά βλέπει και τα πουράκια, βάζει λίγο κρασί, τσιμπουκάκι δε ζήτησε, οκ, και τι γυρίζει και μου λέει; ΩΡΑΙΟ ΑΥΤΟ ΤΟ ΚΟΜΜΑΤΙ, ΨΗΣΟΥ ΝΑ ΒΑΛΟΥΜΕ ΔΕΥΤΕΡΕΣ.

 

Και κάθεται 2 ώρες ας πούμε και προβάρει, στίχο-στίχο, λέξη-λέξη, το βγάζει, το ηχογραφεί, χαμήλωσε αυτό, ανέβασε εκείνο, βγάλε το ρηβέρμπ, ανέβασε πρίμα, κόψε μπάσσα, δεν ξέρεις να ακούς μουσική, ξαναμίξαρέ το, τέλος πάντων ΝΑ:

 

Unreverbed Tuesdays, στίχοι παραπάνω.

 

[mp3]http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/7/23/2016027/revtu.mp3[/mp3]

[status]

Kαι που λέτε σκάει σήμερα η YiN σαν τον Αγά Χαν, μου τρώει τα κριτσίνια, μου τελειώνει τον καφέ, μετά βλέπει και τα πουράκια, βάζει λίγο κρασί, τσιμπουκάκι δε ζήτησε, οκ, και τι γυρίζει και μου λέει; ΩΡΑΙΟ ΑΥΤΟ ΤΟ ΚΟΜΜΑΤΙ, ΨΗΣΟΥ ΝΑ ΒΑΛΟΥΜΕ ΔΕΥΤΕΡΕΣ.

 

Και κάθεται 2 ώρες ας πούμε και προβάρει, στίχο-στίχο, λέξη-λέξη, το βγάζει, το ηχογραφεί, χαμήλωσε αυτό, ανέβασε εκείνο, βγάλε το ρηβέρμπ, ανέβασε πρίμα, κόψε μπάσσα, δεν ξέρεις να ακούς μουσική, ξαναμίξαρέ το, τέλος πάντων ΝΑ:

 

Unreverbed Tuesdays, στίχοι παραπάνω.

 

[mp3]http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/7/23/2016027/revtu.mp3[/mp3]

 

 

Τώρα μάλιστα!

[insomniaK]

[ολα αυτά]

 

θα το άξιζε το τσιμπουκάκι.

[Lucifer]

Υπάρχουν χρωστούμενα που πρέπει να λυθούν σε σούμα.

[YiN]

[Lucifer]

 

[mp3]http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/7/23/2016027/lethe.mp3[/mp3]

 

 

Come to my heart, cruel, insensible one,

Adored tiger, monster with the indolent air;

I would for a long time plunge my trembling fingers

Into the heavy tresses of your hair;

 

And in your garments that exhale your perfume

I would bury my aching head,

And breathe, like a withered flower,

The sweet, stale reek of my love that is dead.

 

I want to sleep! sleep rather than live!

And in a slumber, dubious as the tomb's,

I would lavish my kisses without remorse

Upon the burnished copper of your limbs.

 

To swallow my abated sobs

Nothing equals your bed's abyss;

Forgetfulness dwells in your mouth,

And Lethe flows from your kiss.

 

My destiny, henceforth my pleasure,

I shall obey, predestined instrument,

Docile martyr, condemned innocent,

Whose fervour but augments his torment.

 

I shall suck, to drown my rancour,

Nepenthe, hemlock, an opiate,

At the charming tips of this pointed breast

That has never imprisoned a heart.

[Lucifer]

YiN & Lucifer

 

 

(Και ακούω 2 ώρες πλινκ πλινκ, λέω τι γράφει πλήκτρο πλήκτρο, μετά πετάει κάτι μπάσα, μετά σκάνε και κάτι συγχορδίες απ' την κηδεία του Αγαμέμνονα, τραγουδάω εγώ, κάθεται, άλλες 2 ώρες να βρει πως θα το πει, το λέει, χμμμ κι άλλη φωνή λέει θέλει, τι θα τις κάνουμε τόσες φωνές, γράφει κι άλλη, γαμάτο βγαίνει, εντάξει λέω εγώ, αλλά θέλω και ντιστόρσιο, θέλω και ντραμζ, αίμα θέλω, κάθομαι άλλη μια ώρα, νάτο, ζεστό-ζεστό, φάτε Γαλλική κουλτούρα.)

 

 

Μελοποίηση Αγγλικής μετάφρασης του Colloque Sentimental

 

 

[mp3]http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/7/23/2016027/sentim.mp3[/mp3]

 

 

In the deserted park, silent and vast,

Erewhile two shadowy figures passed.

 

Their lips were colorless, and dead their eyes;

Their words were scarce more audible than sighs.

 

In the deserted park, silent and vast,

Two spectres conjured up the buried past.

 

“Our ancient ecstasy, do you recall?”

“Why, pray, should I remember it at all?”

 

“Does still your heart at mention of me glow?

Do still you see my soul in slumber?” “No!”

 

“Ah, blessed, blissful days when our lips met!

You loved me so!” “Quite likely,—I forget.”

 

“How sweet was hope, the sky how blue and fair!”

“The sky grew black, the hope became despair.”

 

Thus walked they 'mid the frozen weeds, these dead,

And Night alone overheard the things they said.