Výroky a moudra

[Sadako]

Pavel Kohout a závěr jeho básně o mrtvém Stalinovi z r. 1953 :
Nepadne svět do rozvalin
přes bolest, kterou zažívá.
Je v našich srdcích mrtvý Stalin
silnější, než byl zaživa

[KOFi-chan]

To, že tě někdo vychoval, ještě neznamená, že jsi vychovaná.

pan Wolf

[Neferit]

"Veškeré úrazy řeším amputací, takže si dávejte setsakra pozor, abyste se neškrábli na hlavě."

jeden kámoš v době, kdy sihrál na zdravotníka

[sevencreature]

Vykouřená cigareta zkracuje život o 2 minuty,
vypitá láhev rumu o 4 minuty
a pracovní den o 8 hodin.

Když vždy,
jak vyjdeš na ulici,
svítí na tebe jasné slunce
a lidé se na tebe usmívají...
je čas skončit s narkotiky.

[MCZ]

Spojované součásti spojené spojovacími součástmi tvoří spoj.
Ing. Grygar - náš učitel strojnictví

[Neferit]

Já jsem krásný, to vy žerete málo mrkve.

(ehm, tohle jsem někde četla, ale už si nevzpomenu kde )

[Frosty]

Spojované součásti spojené spojovacími součástmi tvoří spoj.
Ing. Grygar - náš učitel strojnictví

To mi připomělo: ''Nečum tak blbě a dělej, nebo ti ty pazoury useknu!!''
Věta pronesená dávno před vznikem filmu Jedna ruka netleská... Také dlužno podotknout, že v tu chvíli skutečně v ruce držel asi 50cm dlouhou mačetu
Prof. Vydra - učitel praxí. Ač se to nezdá - jeden z nejlepších profesorů, co jsme měli tu čest potkat

[Ajantis]

Já jsem krásný, to vy žerete málo mrkve.

Já zase někde četl, že mnoho mrkve, resp. nějakých látek v ní, může způsobit ztrátu zraku

[Sadako]

Pár textů od Deine Lakaien...

2 Sun

Reaching the point of no return
When autumn leaves will no more burn
And growing ice will cut the reeds
And gloominess will never cease.
Then it's the time
Then it's the time

Better leave this place
There's another land
There's no time to waste
There's another friend
Give it all away
For another run
Find a better day
For the 2nd sun

When clouds in the sky stop wandering
And birds on the poles refuse to sing
And all disposed and in a light
Show you the way
For it's the time
For it's the time
For it's the time

Better leave this place...

For the 2nd sun
For the 2nd sun



Lonely

Lonely, where should I be if this is not my land
slowly, life is running through my fingers like sand
call me, and I'll be wherever you are
lonely, and the day hides a falling star

And I tried so hard, yes I tried to get out
but the fear kept on strangling my will
And I tried so hard, yes I tried to get out
but the chains they were harder than steel

Lonely, when the bird calls the break of dawn
Lonely, when nightfall takes lovers in it's arms

Lonely, when meadows outside grow green
falling, and the waters take what has been
flowing, show me a place where I can fall asleep
lonely, and the oceans are vast and deep

And I tried so hard...



Return

Waves in low tide
Sounds of the night
And my memories echo:
"Back again!"
Stranger that I am
In my own land
Where noone will
Remember my name

When you hear me calling
Will you be there?
When you see me falling
Will you be there?

Time was the force
Brought me back on course
In the darkness
Distant fires on a strand
Time is my disguise
Against hostile seeking eyes
And the waves wipe out
My footprints in the sand

When you hear me calling ...

Now my time has come
Return into the sun
Cause I've always been
Searching for you
If I win, if I loose
No charge, no excuse
All my wandering made sure:
"My aims are true!"

When you hear me calling ..



Reincarnation

There is no peace in heaven
There is no peace on earth
There is no love in heaven
There is no love on earth
There is no faith in heaven
There is no faith on earth
There is no hope in heaven
There is no hope on earth

So you go 'round and 'round and 'round
Another life another wound
From death to birth from birth to death
No time to waste no time to rest

So you go 'round and 'round and 'round
Another life another wound
And when you finally touch the light
They'll send you back into the night

Reincarnation - the torture never ends
Reincarnation - our bloody fate

There are no friends in heaven
There are no friends on earth
There are no saints in heaven
There are no saints on earth
There are no ghosts in heaven
There are no ghosts on earth
There are no gods in heaven
There are no gods on earth



Sometimes (Reincarnation III)

Is there a God
In heaven, on earth
Do you know?
Is there a God
In heaven, on earth
I don't know
Is there a friend
In heaven, on earth
Do you know?
Is there a friend
In heaven, on earth
I don't know

Sometimes, sometimes
I loved someone
Sometimes, sometimes
Someone loved me
That's all I know

Is there a new life
In heaven, on earth
Do you know?
Is there a new life
In heaven, on earth, ...
I don't know
Is there a sense of life
In heaven, on earth
Do you know?
Is there a sense of life
In heaven, on earth
I don't know

Sometimes, sometimes...

Are we the meaning
Or do we live by random
Do you know?
Are we the meaning
Or do we live by random
I don't know

Shall we be elevated
Or pushed into the fire
Do you know?
Shall we be elevated
Or pushed into the fire
I don't know

Sometimes, sometimes...

[sevencreature]

Vampiria: Sometimes se mi moc líbí

Bob Dylan (nebo jestli máte radši Nicka Cavea, tak si představte jeho verzi ) - skvělé antidepresivum, řekl bych

Death is Not the End

When you're sad and when you're lonely and you haven't got a friend
Just remember that death is not the end
And all that you've held sacred, falls down and does not mend
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end

When you're standing at the crossroads that you cannot comprehend
Just remember that death is not the end
And all your dreams have vanished and you don't know what's up the bend
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end

When the storm clouds gather 'round you, and heavy rains descend
Just remember that death is not the end
And there's no one there to comfort you, with a helpin' hand to lend
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end

Oh, the tree of life is growing
Where the spirit never dies
And the bright light of salvation shines
In dark and empty skies

When the cities are on fire with the burning flesh of men
Just remember that death is not the end
And you search in vain to find just one law abiding citizen
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end

[Killdozer]

sranda musí bejt, i kdyby fotra věšeli a matka utekla s muzikantem.

[SiNuHeT]

...aneb:
-"Brácha, víš že pícháš stejně jak fotr?"
- "Já vím, matka to taky říká..."

K tématu: Traduje se, že Pythygoras po objevení své poučky obětoval na počest bohů sto volů. Od té doby se všichni volové třesou, kdykoliv je objevena nová pravda.

[KOFi-chan]

Nenávidtě hřích - ne hříšníka.

Netuším sice, kdo to vymyslel a pravil jako první, ale zní to imho rozumně, ne

[Sadako]

Pár textů Sopor Aeternus

Not Dead But Dying

Take my hand in the old 'Theatre Of Seven Hells',
a ferry that bowed its wings,
we call Her: 'Moon by Day'.
Life - a book of painful tongue that hurts our ears.
Flowers of the end, their seed shall grow.
Your breath shall be my coat,
the underworld is, oh, so cold.
The dead don't feel chill,
but please, hold me warm.
The aweful night has gone; what lay before...
we can't remember.
Even Morpheus has drowned in the lament
of his own weeping shadow...


Something Wicked This Way Comes...

Perhaps this is the saddest story, it is full of pain and hurt, because, of all the names and phrases of this mortal world, there is only one that I hate more than any other, and this most disgusting term is the one of "Mother".

Maybe this is the saddest story, it is full of pain and hurt, because, of all the names and phrases of this mortal world, there is only one that I fear more than any other, and this most terrifying term is the one of "Mother".


Tales From The Inverted Womb

Alas, let me tell you about the beauty of the tomb: the stained glass, all viole(n)t, enhancing the gloom. Dark flowers, all withered, fragile and old, yet, their perfume still lingers like a secret untold. Like a dream, or a memory that floats in this vault, waiting for the moment it shall be recalled by some visitor, maybe, who is seeking release from a strange kind of sadness, some unknown disease. Its symptoms are madness, caused by the music in his head, sung by an endless choir, called:
"the Voices of the Dead".
It's his longing for silence, for the absence of sound, that will lead him the hidden path below the ground. Where he shall discover, though terror and fear, behind black iron doors .... something is sleeping here: a little dead baby, a young boy lies kept, as fragile and frightened, crippled and sad...


Penance & Pain

The living ... have a look at the living:
Dancing blindly ... losing balance,
Will you chose pain ... or will you prefer the penance;
The penance.
The living ... have a look at the living:
Dancing blindly ... losing balance,
Will you chose pain ... or will you prefer the penance;
The penance.
The living and the undead,
The living and the undead.
A ballet of the living and the living dead:
Penance, penance & Pain;
Penance & Pain.
The living ... have a look at the living:
Dancing blindly ... losing balance,
Will you chose pain ... or will you prefer the penance;
The Penance.
Light and dark, two paths ahead,
Death to rebirth ... - or life undead;
Life undead.
One for the living,
One for the undead ... -
The undead, the undead, the undead.
Light and dark, two paths ahead,
Death to rebirth ... - or life undead;
Life undead.
One for the living, for the living,
Only for the living;
One for the undead, for the undead.
Life on one side,
Undeath on the other side ... - the darkest side:
"I don't belong to your side anymore.
I'm one of the undead",
This is what the pale boy said.



Backbone Practise

we are entering the operation theatre of the ramiliar morgue:
the student nurses are making a lot of noise,
their voices echo from the bare tiles walls...
I improvise a fainting fit: "I cannot bare these voices anymore...!"

the tiny spineless spider, who really is a dog,
has hurt herself - or did she get hurt ?- somthing 'bout her back...
oh, does she need a new one?
Torso-less she onlydoes consist of legs...
much like a crushed little cross, a tiny crucifix.
so cautiously she's stalking now across the palm of my right hand,
merly a thin branch in the wind,
touching the wound... where i had cut my finger.

i hand her over to the nurses, one of them - directed me by the teacher
carries out theoperation, for wich i dont have the knoledge.
one day everyone here must fulfil this very task alone,
as it's the only way to learn... and in the end become a master...
yes, this means responsibility,
and it's connected directly to stress and fear.

the little spider has her operation on a table
that is decorated like a forest, all with thicket and fir trees...
and right beside the flashing lights and displays of the instruments.

so hear now of the very scene thet happend right before this (here):

an elephant on the plane roof of a tall cathedral... very close to the edge.
"climb down his tail, as if it were a rope!
have faith and confidence, belive that he will hold you!"
but the elephant is not anchored in the ground,
yes, he might have the will to remain in position,
perhaps doing everything within his power to hold me,
not to slip and fall himself...
but in my opinion this is hardly enouth.
can this be a question of trust, at all ?!?

looking out of the window, while the underground moves down
into the tunnel ... - a man, who has alrady passes the elephant-test, says:
"fear must be conquered, boy!
many of what comes up are merly old fears of death!"

[SiNuHeT]

Ronald Reagan:

"My s komunismem nebudeme soutěžit. My ho prostě odepíšeme jako smutnou a bizarní kapitolu lidských dějin."

Stručný výtah jeho několika dalších výroků dnes vyšel na Neviditelném psu.