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pSyhoKokiLiDa

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Alter Bridge - In Loving Memory

שיר מרגש ויפיפה. Thanks for all you've done I've missed you for so long I can't believe you're gone You still live in me I feel you in the wind You guide me constantly I've never knew what it was to be alone, no Cause you were always there for me You were always there waiting And ill come home and I miss your face so Smiling down on me I close my eyes to see And I know, you're a part of me And it's your song that sets me free I sing it while I feel I can't hold on I sing tonight cause it comforts me I carry the things that remind me of you In loving memory of The one that was so true Your were as kind as you could be And even though you're gone You still mean the world to me I've never knew what it was to be alone, no Cause you were always there for me You were always there waiting But now I come home and it's not the same, no It feels empty and alone I can't believe you're gone And I know, you're a part of me And it's your song that sets me free I sing it while I feel I can't hold on I sing tonight cause it comforts me I'm glad he set you free from sorrow I'll still love you more tomorrow And you will be here with me still And what you did you did with feeling And You always found the meaning And you always will And you always will .....And you always will And I know, you're a part of me And it's your song that sets me free I sing it while I feel I can't hold on I sing tonight cause it comforts me
 

KarenTheGoddess

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התחלתי להקשיב לקלאודד

כששמעתי את השידור שלך אצל פרנק זעתר אז תודה :)
 

חולוני

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היית שומעת את הקונכיה?

לא זכור לי...גם אני ערכתי אצל פרנק התותח כמה פעמים (3 או 4, לא זוכר כבר).
 

KarenTheGoddess

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לא בקביעות, אבל אם אני לא טועה

שמעתי איזו תוכנית שלך שפירסמת אליה לינק פה.
 

Da Judge

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Atmosphere

Don't Ever Fucking Question That בחיי שזה מקרי
 

hcsneB

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Buck 65 - Square 1

it was the echoing voices of the old ones, through thick steal forests and overscorched earth. always just out of reach. a murder of crows judged my every footstep. my bones were frozen. penniless and entirely out of breath, i washed my beautiful hands in the black market dog water trough. but through it all, the real stick in my spokes was the torment of my dreams. i fought off sleep with both fists and sometimes fire. with little more than a blow gun that i made from an exhausted pen, i shot the stars out of the sky. when each one fell, sparkling to the ground, i made wishes that never came true. apparitions of angels with angry eyes appeared at each new moon. my own ghost began whispering and the trees died if i tried climbing. the decision was made for me...to begin interpreting real life just as i would a nightmare.
 

KarenTheGoddess

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what goes around

comes around כל החודשים האחרונים אני חורשת על ג'סטין, וזה לא יגמר. :)
 
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