AEnima

the patient · Wysłany: Czw Lip 06, 2006 8:37 pm Temat postu: AEnima

Tutaj piszemy nasze interpretacje utworów tłumaczenia z płyty AEnima.

stinkfist •

Something has to change.
Un-deniable dilemma.
Boredom's not a burden
Anyone should bear.

Constant over stimu-lation numbs me
and I wouldn't have
It any other way.

It's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive.

Finger deep within the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Relax, turn around and take my hand.

I can help you change
Tired moments into pleasure.
Say the word and we'll be
Well upon our way.

Blend and balance
Pain and comfort
Deep within you
Till you will not have me any other way.

It's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive.

Knuckle deep inside the borderline.
This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to.
Relax. Slip away.

Something kinda sad about
the way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?

How can it mean anything to me
If I really don't feel anything at all?

I'll keep digging till
I feel something.

Elbow deep inside the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Shoulder deep within the borderline.
Relax. Turn around and take my hand.
02 eulogy •

He had alot to say.
He had alot of nothing to say.
We'll miss him.

So long.
We wish you well.
You told us how you weren't afraid to die.
Well then, so long.
Don't cry.
Or feel too down.
Not all martyrs see divinity.
But at least you tried.

Standing above the crowd,
He had a voice that was strong and loud.
We'll miss him.
Ranting and pointing his finger
At everything but his heart.
We'll miss him.

No way to recall
What it was that you had said to me,
Like I care at all.

So loud.
You sure could yell.
You took a stand on every little thing
And so loud.

Standing above the crowd,
He had a voice so strong and loud and I
Swallowed his facade cuz I'm so
Eager to identify with
Someone above the ground,
Someone who seemed to feel the same,
Someone prepared to lead the way, with
Someone who would die for me.

Will you? Will you now?
Would you die for me?
Don't you fuckin lie.

Don't you step out of line.
Don't you fuckin lie.

You've claimed all this time that you would die for me.
Why then are you so surprised to hear your own eulogy?

You had alot to say.
You had alot of nothing to say.

Come down.
Get off your fuckin cross.
We need the fuckin space to nail the next fool martyr.

To ascend you must die.
You must be crucified
For your sins and your lies. [sic]
Goodbye...
03 h. •

What's coming through is alive.
What's holding up is a mirror.
But what's singing songs is a snake
Looking to turn this piss to wine.

They're both totally void of hate,
But killing me just the same.

The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.

And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
Considerately.

Venomous voice, tempts me,
Drains me, bleeds me,
Leaves me cracked and empty.
Drags me down like some sweet gravity.

The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.

And I feel this coming over like a storm again.

I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me.

Without the skin,
Beneath the storm,
Under these tears
The walls came down.

And the snake is drowned and
As I look in his eyes,
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of those times.

I could have cried then.
I should have cried then.

And as the walls come down and
As I look in your eyes
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of the times
I have died
and will die.
It's all right.
I don't mind.

I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,

And considerately killing me.
04 useful idiot •

There are no words.
05 forty-six & 2 •

My shadow's
shedding skin and
I've been picking
Scabs again.
I'm down
Digging through
My old muscles
Looking for a clue.

I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been.
I've been wallowing in my own confused
And insecure delusions
For a piece to cross me over
Or a word to guide me in.
I wanna feel the changes coming down.
I wanna know what I've been hiding in

My shadow.
Change is coming through my shadow.
My shadow's shedding skin
I've been picking
My scabs again.

I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been.
I've been wallowing in my own chaotic
And insecure delusions.

I wanna feel the change consume me,
Feel the outside turning in.
I wanna feel the metamorphosis and
Cleansing I've endured within

My shadow
Change is coming.
Now is my time.
Listen to my muscle memory.
Contemplate what I've been clinging to.
Forty-six and two ahead of me.

I choose to live and to
Grow, take and give and to
Move, learn and love and to
Cry, kill and die and to
Be paranoid and to
Lie, hate and fear and to
Do what it takes to move through.

I choose to live and to
Lie, kill and give and to
Die, learn and love and to
Do what it takes to step through.

See my shadow changing,
Stretching up and over me.
Soften this old armor.
Hoping I can clear the way
By stepping through my shadow,
Coming out the other side.
Step into the shadow.
Forty six and two are just ahead of me.
06 message to harry manback •

[words in brackets unclear]

Figlio di puttana, sai che tu sei un pezzo di merda? (1)

Hm? You think you're cool, right? Hm? Hm?
When you kicked out people [out of] your house

I tell you this, one of three Americans die of cancer,
you know? Asshole. You're gonna be one of those.

I [don't have the] courage
to kick your ass directly.
Don't have enough courage for that,
I could, you know.

You know you're gonna have another accident?
You know I'm involved with black magic?
Fuck you. Die. Bastard.
You think you're so cool, hm? Asshole.

And if I ever see your fucking face around,
In Europe or Italy,
Well I'll -- That time I'm gonna kick your ass.
Fuck you. Fucking Americans, Yankee.
You're gonna die outta cancer, I promise.

[Bang bang / Deep pain]

No one does what you did to me.
You wanna know something? Fuck you.
I want your balls smashed, eat shit. Bastard.

Pezzo di merda, figlio di puttana. (2)
I hope somebody in your family dies soon.

Crepa, pezzo di merda, e vai
a sucare cazzi su un aereo! (3)

(1) Son of a bitch, do you know you are a piece of shit?
(2) Piece of shit, son of a bitch.
(3) Die, piece of shit, and go suck dicks on a plane!
07 hooker with a penis •

I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s, and a
Dope Beastie t, nipple rings, and
New tattoos that claimed that he
Was OGT,
From '92,
The first EP.

And in between
Sips of Coke
He told me that
He thought
We were sellin' out,
Layin' down,
Suckin' up
To the man.

Well now I've got some
A-dvice for you, little buddy.
Before you point the finger
You should know that
I'm the man,

And if I'm the man,

Then you're the man, and
He's the man as well so you can
Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.

All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.

I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.

So I've got some
Advice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger
You should know that
I'm the man,

If I'm the fuckin' man
Then you're the fuckin' man as well
So you can
Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.

All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.

I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.

All you read and
Wear or see and
Hear on TV
Is a product
Begging for your
Fatass dirty
Dollar

So...Shut up and

Buy my new record
Send more money
Fuck you, buddy.
08 intermission •

There are no words.
09 jimmy •

What was it like to see
The face of your own stability
Suddenly look away
Leaving you with the dead and hopeless?

Eleven and she was gone.
Eleven is when we waved good-bye.
Eleven is standing still,
Waiting for me to free him
By coming home.

Moving me with a sound.
Opening me within a gesture.
Drawing me down and in,
Showing me where it all began,
Eleven.

It took so long to realize that
You hold the light that's been leading me back home.

Under a dead ohio sky,
Eleven has been and will be waiting,
Defending his light,
And wondering...
Where the hell have I been?
Sleeping, lost, and numb.
So glad that I have found you.
I am wide awake and heading home.

Hold your light,
Eleven.
Lead me through each gentle step by step
by inch by loaded memory.

I'll move to heal
As soon as pain allows so we can
Reunite and both move on together.

Hold your light,
Eleven. Lead me through each gentle step by step
By inch by loaded memory
'till one and one are one, eleven,
So glow, child, glow.

I'm heading back home.
10 die eier von satan •

GERMAN

Die Eier von Satan

Eine halbe Tasse Staubzucker
Ein Viertel Teelöffel Salz
Eine Messerspitze türkisches Haschisch
Ein halbes Pfund Butter
Ein Teelöffel Vanillenzucker
Ein halbes Pfund Mehl
Einhundertfünfzig Gramm gemahlene Nüsse
Ein wenig extra Staubzucker
... und keine Eier

In eine Schüssel geben
Butter einrühren
Gemahlene Nüsse zugeben und
Den Teig verkneten

Augenballgroße Stücke vom Teig formen
Im Staubzucker wälzen und
Sagt die Zauberwörter
Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim

Auf ein gefettetes Backblech legen und
Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und
KEINE EIER

Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und
Keine Eier ..

ENGLISH

The Eggs/Balls of Satan

Half a cup of powdered sugar
One quarter teaspoo salt
One knifetip Turkish hash
Half a pound butter
One teaspoon vanilla-sugar
Half a pound flour
150 g ground nuts
A little extra powdered sugar
... and no eggs

Place in a bowl
Add butter
Add the ground nuts and
Knead the dough

Form eyeball-size pieces from the dough
Roll in the powdered sugar
and say the Magic Words:
"Sim sala bim bamba sala do saladim"

Place on a greased baking pan and
Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes
...AND NO EGGS

Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes
...and no eggs.
11 pushit •

I will choke until I swallow...
Choke this infant here before me.
What is this but my reflection?
Who am I to judge and strike you down?

But you're
Pushing and shoving me.
You still love me and you pushit on me.

Rest your trigger on my finger,
bang my head upon the fault line.
Take care not to make me enter.
'cause if I do we both may disappear.

But you're pushing me,
Shoving me. Pushit on me.

Slipping back into the gap again.
I'm alive when you're touching me,
Alive when you're shoving me down.

But i'd trade it all
For just a little bit of
Piece of mind.

Put me somewhere I don't wanna be.
Seeing someplace I don't wanna see.
Never wanna see that place again.

Saw that gap again today
As you were begging me to stay.
Managed to push myself away,
And you, as well.

If, when I say I may fade like a sigh if I stay,
You minimize my movement anyway,
I must persuade you another way.

There's no love in fear.

Staring down the hole again.
Hands upon my back again.
Survival is my only friend.
Terrified of what may come.

Just remember I will always love you,
Even as I tear your fucking throat away.
But it will end no other way.
12 cesaro summability •

There are no words.
13 ænema •

Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this

Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car.

It's a
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.

Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will cuz
I sure could use a vacation from this

Silly shit, stupid shit...

One great big festering neon distraction,
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.

Learn to swim.

Mom's gonna fix it all soon.
Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to be.

Learn to swim.

Fuck L Ron Hubbard and
Fuck all his clones.
Fuck all those gun-toting
Hip gangster wannabes.

Learn to swim.

Fuck retro anything.
Fuck your tattoos.
Fuck all you junkies and
Fuck your short memory.

Learn to swim.

Fuck smiley glad-hands
With hidden agendas.
Fuck these dysfunctional,
Insecure actresses.

Learn to swim.

Cuz I'm praying for rain
And I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.
Mom please flush it all away.
I wanna watch it go right in and down.
I wanna watch it go right in.
Watch you flush it all away.

Time to bring it down again.
Don't just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.

I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any change, my friend.

I wanna see it all come down.
suck it down.
flush it down.
14 (-) ions •

There are no words.
15 third eye •

Dreaming of that face again.
It's bright and blue and shimmering.
Grinning wide
And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.

On my back and tumbling
Down that hole and back again
Rising up
And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.

In... Out... In... Out... In... Out...

A child's rhyme stuck in my head.
It said that life is but a dream.
I've spent so many years in question
to find I've known this all along.

"So good to see you.
I've missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running?"

Shroud-ing all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me.
Black as holes within a memory
And blue as our new second sun.
I stick my hand into his shadow
To pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons
Singing one familiar song...

"So good to see you.
I've missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?"

Prying open my third eye.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing the tail of dogma.
I opened my eye and there we were.

So good to see you once again
I thought that you were hiding from me.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.

Prying open my third eye

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j · |-2-0-2-12-2-0-2-0-2-------|

aha tej jak już o Ænemie mowa to hm... może jestem przewrażliwiony i nadinterpretuję itp Laughing

ale:
jak ktoś gra na gitarze to może mnie zrozumie, jak nie to wątpię ;]
każdy wie jak intro brzmi.. a zapisane na jednej strunie jak grać, tzn które progi to wygląda mniej więcej tak:

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Carmen · Wysłany: Pią Sty 19, 2007 9:50 pm Temat postu:

Ja jestem zazwyczaj ostrożna z tymi wszystkimi końcami świata, ale o 2012 to już dużo czytałam i chyba z wszystkich końców świata, brzmi najprawdopodobniej Wink

Poważnie mówiąc, naprawdę polecam trochę o tym poczytać... Przyznam, że jak pierwszy raz dopadłam informacji o przebiegunowaniu etc., to trochę się zaniepokoiłam ;> Wink

Scarlett · Wysłany: Sob Sty 20, 2007 12:06 pm Temat postu:

y powiedzmy tak toś to ściema Wink

Nie należy wierzyć wszystkim naukowcom bo większość z nich dostaje tzw antynoble Laughing

A jeśli to byłaby prawda to "normalni" naukowce próbowali by coś zrobić Żeby zmień biegunowość planety księżyc musiałby od nas jeszcze bardziej uciec bo ten się oddala od Ziemi o 4 cm na rok No nie ważne Wink

A swoją drogą to że się biegunowość zmieni to nie znaczy że nasza planeta zginie Laughing

Nie się ludzie bardziej martwią o ocieplenie klimatu a nie magnetyczność ziemi Rolling Eyes

No to tak poza tematem a co do tematu jak macie okazje to poczytajcie sobie jak to ludzie znaleźli liczbe 23 w klipie do Stinkfist Laughing

Zaczęły się powiązania do Viginti tres itp itd Laughing

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Carmen · Wysłany: Sob Sty 20, 2007 1:43 pm Temat postu:

W sumie też nie miałabym nic przeciwko Wink

Scarlett · Wysłany: Sob Sty 20, 2007 1:53 pm Temat postu:

ale pieprzycie głupoty Wink

Tuxic · Wysłany: Pią Sty 26, 2007 6:45 pm Temat postu:

Jak rozumiecie tekst Third Eye? Bo ja wcale go nie rozumiem. Sad

I jeszcze Eulogy. Tekst nie jest zbyt skomplikowany. Ale jaki ma według was ? Czy jest ironicznie opowiedzianą historią Jezusa , krytyką chrześcijaństwa ?

Scarlett · Wysłany: Pią Sty 26, 2007 7:04 pm Temat postu:

co do Eulogy MJK troche nie ładnie robi Wink

Koło niego wykreowana jest otoczka wielkiego myśliciela i osoby która nienawidzi wszelkiej religii a więc interpretacje tekstów same przychodzą A co do interpretacji przydatna jest też znajomość języka i dlatego też uważm że Ci którzy próbują tłumaczyć teksty mieszają w głowach tymi którzy mają jakąś wizje na temat danego tekstu A tak an serio poziom i tych tłumaczących i tych co mylślą że nie znają dobrze angielskiego jest taki sam Laughing

Carmen · Wysłany: Pią Sty 26, 2007 7:39 pm Temat postu:

Cieszę się poruszeniem tematu o Eulogy, bo niedawno właśnie o tym tekście myślałam.
No więc przechodząc od razu do rzeczy- interpretacji tej piosenki słyszałam masę, czołowe miejsca dt. tego, o kim ona naprawdę jest, zajmują- Paul D'amour [jak dla mnie to najbardziej absurdalne, zwłaszcza, że zespół podobno zdementował te plotki], Kurt Cobain [też mało prawdopodobne jak dla mnie], L. Ron Hubbard, Bill Hicks no i na końcu oczywiście Jezus. Zazwyczaj ludzie ograniczają się do interpretacji z jedną osobą, a ja sądzę, że niekoniecznie tak trzeba. Eulogy to nie jest jednoznaczna "krytyka chrześcijaństwa", bo byłoby to zbyt proste i czytelne. Nie chcę jednak stwierdzić, że z ta wiarą nie ma nic wspólnego. Fragment:
"I Swallowed his facade cuz I'm so
Eager to identify with Someone above the ground,
Someone who seemed to feel the same,
Someone prepared to lead the way, with
Someone who would die for me."
moim zdaniem nawiązuje do Jezusa. Z pozoru może to być po prostu o tych, którzy potrzebują nad sobą jakiegoś autorytetu, a tak naprawdę dyktatora, bo sami nie potrafią decydować, ale jednak znając na tyle na ile to możliwe biografię Keenan, stawiam na to,że kawałek mówi o czymś, o czym on sam się przekonał i dotyczy to właśnie religijnej pułapki.
Z kolei:
"Come down.
Get off your fuckin cross.
We need the fuckin space to nail the next fool martyr."
jest już o imitacjach Jezusa i tych wszystkich, którzy chcą prać mózgi swoim owieczkom i dlatego nie sądzę, żeby dotyczyło jego, zresztą
"Will you? Will you now?
Would you die for me?"
jak dla mnie jeszcze bardziej to potwierdza; fałsz nowych 'zbawicieli'.

Ale jak wcześniej pisałam, dla mnie ten tekst nie musi opowiadać tylko o jednym człowieku. Być może zbiera razem kilka 'muz' Maynarda,a przede wszystkim myślę o Hubbardzie i być może Billu Hicksie [tu byłabym też bardziej sceptyczna, ale tych dwóch wydaje mi się mimo wszystko najprawdopodobniejszych].
Sam tekst mówi o ludziach, którzy dokładnie nie myślą samodzielnie i o tych, którzy chcą myśleć za nich. Robią im wodę z mózgu, jak chociażby Hubbard swoim "scjentologicznym klaunom", korzystając z AEnemy.

Scarlett · Wysłany: Pią Sty 26, 2007 9:11 pm Temat postu:

i teraz przeczysz samej sobie Wink

Jak ktoś zakłada sekte to nie jemu robią wode z mózgu A co do religii moge powiedzieć tyle że MJK nie jest taki antyreligijny jaki się wydaje Laughing

Ma do tego większy dystans i szacunek niż się wielu osobą wydaje Wink

Carmen · Wysłany: Pią Sty 26, 2007 9:23 pm Temat postu:

Chodziło mi o to, że ten kto zakłada sektę robi wodę z mózgu innym, może nieporecyzyjnie napisałam.
A co do Keenana i jego stosunku do religii, to w 100% się z Tobą zgadzam.

Scarlett · Wysłany: Pią Sty 26, 2007 9:35 pm Temat postu:

Możesz zgodzić się w 100% jak będziesz miała okazje z nim pogadać czy coś Wink

A co do sekty to faktycznie napisałaś na odwrót No ale w takim razie to można by pod ten tekst podpiąć Toma C Laughing

a i moherowe berety Laughing

Carmen · Wysłany: Pią Sty 26, 2007 10:17 pm Temat postu:

Nie ukrywam, że mesjasz- Tom przeszedł mi przez myśl, jak to pisałam. Słyszałam, że prawie jest odpowiednikiem Jezusa w scjentologii...Ok... Komentarz każdy sobie sam dopisze Wink

A co do rozmowy z Keenanem... Myślę, że mogę mieć swoje zdanie, nie rozmawiając z nim. Nie twierdzę, że on robi i myśli to i tamto, tylko mam co do tego przypuszczenia, które z kimś mogą mi się pokrywać bądź nie. A Ty rozmawiałaś z nim o jego podejściu do wiary? Pytam poważnie. To że zajrzę mu na żywo w oczy nagle mnie oświeci, a rzeczywiście nie sądzę, czy kiedykolwiek będę miała okazję porozmawiać z nim o takich sprawach. Jeśli Ty miałaś, to zazdroszczę. Mi musi wystarczać i wystarcza jego sztuka, z niej czytam.

Scarlett · Wysłany: Pią Sty 26, 2007 11:15 pm Temat postu:

to z kim ja się kontaktuje nie jest istotne Wink

Istotne jest to że teksty to nie wszystko Wink

A co do Toma -dziwne że wielcy scjentolodzy nie sprawili że jest troche wyższy Laughing

Carmen · Wysłany: Sob Sty 27, 2007 8:48 am Temat postu:

A co do Ciebie Scarlett, to ja w takim razie nie wiem, dlaczego nie mogłam się z Tobą zgodzić w sprawie tego, co napisałaś na temat Keenana i jego podejścia do spraw religii Smile

I w ogóle to pozwolę sobie na mały apel: ludzie, proszę Was, piszcie swoje interpretacje! Ja też nieraz waham się żeby coś zamieścić, bo nie mam nawet 1/10 wiedzy co po niektórych tu zgromadzonych, ale przecież wiadomo, że te interpretacje są subiektywne i każdy ma do takich prawo. Sama uwielbiam interpretować i czytać też odkycia innych, niestety ciężko znaleźć coś takiego w sieci w języku polskim, większość jest po angielsku [ np. [link widoczny dla zalogowanych] ]. Spróbujmy rozwinąć coś podobnego, może kogoś oświecimy, a może ktoś swoją analizą oświeci nas Razz

Tuxic · Wysłany: Sob Sty 27, 2007 11:49 am Temat postu:

Po poczytaniu komentarzy na songmeanings.net mam wrażenie , ze Third Eye jest o widzeniu rzeczy , których nie można zobaczyć (czyli niematerialnych) i najważniejsze jest zdanie "Prying open my third eye" czyli prośba o zobaczenie rzeczy niematerialnych. Poza tym chodzi tu chyba częściowo o narkotyki i zwidy po nich Confused

lady of the flowers · Wysłany: Sob Sty 27, 2007 2:24 pm Temat postu:

no tak, ja właśnie tak to rozumiem mniej więcej, oczywiście chodzi o dragi - od tego się przecież ten utwór zaczyna Wink

Scarlett · Wysłany: Sob Sty 27, 2007 5:00 pm Temat postu:

jka czujecie wole boską do analiz to na toolnavy jest pelno o tym tematów i tam to ludzie mają wizje Laughing