Co w winampie?

[snake_2000]

SlipKnot - The Blister Exists

[solid_stolec]

corrosion of conformity - 'in the arms of god'

[Hal]

Nancy Sinatra "Bang, Bang (My baby shot me down)"

I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.

Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"

Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down.

Music played, and people sang
Just for me, the church bells rang.

Now he's gone, I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie.

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down...

[Adamska]

Slipknot- Befor I Forget

[kul2]

Klinika - Wiatroaeroterapia

Najpierw było tak jak przypuszczałem
bicie
lodowaty prysznic
cuchnące towarzystwo
natchnionych rękodzielników z prowincji
aż przyszedł dobry psychiatra
nie zadawał nam głupich pytań
nie znęcał się

na długich długich sznurach
pozwolił nam do woli fruwać nad ogrodem
długość sznurów przekraczała wysokość
najzawrotniejszych pułapów naszych wizji

o dobrze nam było
doktor jeszcze zachęcał
wyżej wyżej dzieci
o dobrze nam było

ta metoda nazywa się
wiatroareoterapia
wia-tro-areo-te-ra-pia
wia-tra-pia
ae-ra-pia
pia! pia! pia!

W oryginale wykonuje to Dezerter, a tekst jest wierszem pana Andrzeja Bursa

[FOX HUND]

Z.Chajzer - Dzisiaj w Betlejem

[liquid kaczor]

Youbg Buck - Bang Bang



"I Shot You Down, Bang Bang
You Hit The Ground, Bang Bang
That Awefull Sound, Bang Bang
I Used To Shoot You Down

[Young Buck:]
Don't Nobody Wanna Die, But Everybody Wanna Ball
Somebody Gotta Go, When Them Killa's Call
You Know It's In Us All, You Just Gotta Find It And Use It
You Can Get Away With It, If You Don't Abuse It
The Streets Talk, The Beats Mark, Cuz That Heat Comin'
And If They Know That You Did It, You Better Keep Runnin'
I Think I See Sumthin, There Go My Enemy
Only Lord Knows Where This Nigga F'nd To Be
Tennakee, Still The Price Is As Real If You Look It
Might Give It To You For 5, Depend On If I Took It
Nigga Anything Goes, My Shop Never Close
From The Nickels And The Dimes To The Whole Kilo
The Real Niggas Feel Me, The Haters Wanna Kill Me
But I'm Holdin' Down My City, Me And This 9 Milli
While Your Throwin' Bricks, And Hidin' Ya Heads
Homie, I Know Where You Hang
Ain't No Thang To Walk Up And Let That Chopper Go...

[Backround]
Bang Bang
I Shot You Down, Bang Bang
You Hit The Ground, Bang Bang
That Awefull Sound, Bang Bang
I Used To Shoot You Down

[Young Buck:]
Now All The Gangsta's Pray
Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me
Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me

Just Think If I Ain't Empty The Clip, And He Killed Me
Would I Still Be Livin'?, Would My Homeboy's Miss Me?
How Many Niggas Bust They Gun When They Have To?
Don't Need No Ski Mask When It's Time To Get At You
I'm Glad You Done Seen What It Look Like When We Left
Brain Fragments From Shot-Gun Blasts'll Take A Nigga Breathe
It's Death Before Dishonesty, Dope Deals And Robbery
Poppa Wasn't Around, But That Shit Didn't Bother Me
I'd Probably Be In The Penitentary
But I Played The Cards, The Dead Lord Sent To Me
The Whole Truth, I Use This Booth To Speak To My Thug Niggas
Why You Mad At Me? The Government's The Drug Dealers
Before I Let This Police Kid Harass Me
This Rookie Ass Cop Gon' Have To Blast Me
He Asked Me For Identification, I Looked At Him And Laughed
He Made A Move And I Heard A Blast
Thats What You Get, Bitch

[Backround]
Bang Bang
I Shot You Down, Bang Bang
You Hit The Ground, Bang Bang
That Awefull Sound, Bang Bang
I Used To Shoot You Down

[Young Buck:]
Now All The Gangsta's Pray
Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me
Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me

It's Goin Down Around Here Nigga
Get Ya Muthafuckin Head Bust
Them Muthafuckin Street Lights Go Out
And Them Real Niggas Come Out
All The Bitch Niggas Go In The House
Just Not A Game, Man
Don't Fuck Around And Lose Your Brain
And Hey, All My Real Niggas Pray

Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me
Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me

Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me
Lord, Forgive Me
But He Tried To Kill Me
Somebody Out There Gotta Feel Me"

[Uzion]

Metal Gear Solid 2 - Main Theme

[Adamska]

Farben Lehre- Matura

[Sage]

Soulfly - Mars

[snake_2000]

Sepultura - Roots Bloody Roots

[Adamska]

Beastie Boys- Sabotage

[FOX HUND]

Elvis Presley - Viva LasVegas

[solid_stolec]

six feet under - 'tnt'

[uci]

era - ameno

[snake_2000]

Iron Maiden - The Number Of The Beast \m/

[Sage]

Yuki Kajiura - Salva Nos

[FOX HUND]

Głośniki zamilknęły i w Winamp'ie nastała cisza

[uci]

Hack sign OST - Aura

[SaladinAI]

Unkle - Guns Blazing

Styles like Al Pacino
Reno until the carcelino
The mad dino with the cambino, the gambino
Digger than Jim COlisemo
More reservoir dogs than Tarantino
Scales for Venezuela, Brown as Ni O
Making the block hotter than Jalepe OS
G. Luciano
Be wettin' shit like piesce in Casino
Fifty dollar cigar seer
The cosnia, the mafia
Don P. like Garcia
Drug Czar and the baby-Pah beater
The M-8 behind the bar-freer
The poughkenoughs, the panama skier
Down with the parmesan
Ready to comb like Vietnam with arms
'Cause the hollow-points and phenomenon
The cheddar-spreader
The killer with the gold Carretta
N-Leader
The sweater-letter with the hollow letter
Drama-setter
The patmeretta gettin' redder kids and mamma
Shredder
Infra-red clow off the armour better
The godfather, the problem solver
Coming through with the 6 shell revolver
Hot as lava
Guns skills that reel and in the 'ville I be the barber
Gangster saga, the motha-fuckin' face carver
Drums of death hold your breath
Give you a dose of shit that's dope as soda
The underworld family cosa-nostra
Pearl-handle inside the shoulder-holster
G. Luciano with a click but nothin' but N-S & Chicanos
You get hit up like Castrelano
italiano like crime familia
N- don't get familiar
Me and my goons might have to kill you
Up in New York
We play bloodsports at home court
And hold down forts
Soon as ya caught, get your dome torched
G Rap and Dj Shadow leave your bone squashed
Squeeze the chrome short, take no shorts
We judge and jury in the home court
Give you the clown corpse dead on the sidewalk
Surrounded by mad pedefors
Your whole frame laid in the white chalk
You got the smoking section
First-class tickets to resurrection
Forever destined to a place where N-S never rest in
Headed in hell's direction
Lost at the crossroads and intersection
Should've wore a vest for chest protection
Slug fill you to capacity, someone at the dance
Someone with the hand velocity of Butch Cassidy
Bitch N- with the audacity to blaspheme me
Got yourself caught in a motha-fuckin' tragedy
Drums of death

[solid_stolec]

unkle dobre jest, podobnie jak dj shadow który maczał weń palce.
aktualnie leci jakaś chilloutowa składanka erotic lounge - 'soft & easy'

[Pinhead]

Killswitch Engage - Desperate Time

[solid_stolec]

satyricon - 'havoc vulture'

[FOX HUND]

Afric Simone - Sha-la-la

[Johny Sasaki]

Axel Rudi Pell - Eternal Prisoner a za chwile bedzie Guns 'N Roses - Don't Cry

[snake_2000]

American Head Charge - Cowards

[liquid kaczor]

Ludacris - Act a Fool
OOOooo już sie 'Cascada - Every Time We Touch' włączyła

[solidus grabczas]

Avex Trax - goodbye yellow brick road

[FOX HUND]

Main Theme James Bond

[Uzion]

Linking Park - Breaking the Habit