the CULT

[DARK1TALISMAN]

A sada malo THE CULTNO~TEMPLE OF LOVE~ZADOVOLJNI?

With the fire from the fireworks up above me
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain at hand
You run for cover in the temple of love
You run for another but still the same
For the wind will blow my name across this land

In the temple of love you hide together
Believing pain and fear outside
But someone near you rides the weather
And the tears he cried will rain on walls
As wide as lovers eyes

In the temple of love: shine like thunder
In the temple of love: cry like rain
In the temple of love: hear my calling
In the temple of love: hear my name

And the devil in black dress watches over
My guardian angel walks away
Life is short and love is always over in the morning
Black wind come carry me far away

With the sunlight died and night above me
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain inside
You run for cover in the temple of love
You run for another it’s all the same
For the wind will blow and throw your walls aside

With the fire from the fireworks up above
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain
You run for cover in the temple of love
I shine like thunder cry like rain
And the temple grows old and strong
But the wind blows longer cold and long
And the temple of love will fall before
This black wind calls my name to you no more

In the black sky thunder sweeping
Underground and over water
Sounds of crying weeping will not save
Your faith for bricks and dreams for mortar
All your prayers must seem as nothing
Ninety-six below the wave
When stone is dust and only air remains

In the temple of love: shine like thunder
In the temple of love: cry like rain
In the temple of love: hear the calling
And the temple of love is falling
Down

In the temple of love: shine like thunder
In the temple of love: cry like rain
In the temple of love: hear my calling
In the temple of love: hear my name

In the black sky thunder sweeping
Underground and over water
Sounds of crying weeping will not save
Your faith for bricks and dreams for mortar
All your prayers must seem as nothing
Ninety-six below the wave
When stone is dust and only air remains
The only haven you can trust

And the devil in black dress watches over
My guardian angel walks away
Life is short and love is always over in the morning
Black wind come carry me far away

With the fire from the fireworks up above
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain you

You run for cover in the temple of love
I shine like thunder cry like rain
And the temple grows old and strong
But the wind blows longer cold and long
And the temple of love will fall before
This black wind calls my name to you no more

In the temple of love you hide together
Believing pain and fear outside
But someone near you rides the weather
And the tears he cried will rain on walls
As wide as lovers eyes

In the temple of love: shine like thunder
In the temple of love: cry like rain
In the temple of love: hear my calling
And the temple of love is falling
Down :wink: [/b]

 

[loop]

In the temple of love: shine like thunder
In the temple of love: cry like rain
In the temple of love: hear my calling
In the temple of love: hear my name

ovo mi se swidja

 

[DARK1TALISMAN]

Pa naravno :wink:

 

[g-rock]

izvini ali ovo su sisters of mercy

 

[DARK1TALISMAN]

izvini ali ovo su sisters of mercy

Da,znam-Temple of love!Ovo je sala,kapiras? Cultno kao Cultno!

 

[Banshee]

izvini ali ovo su sisters of mercy

upravo sam se spremala da to napisem...

 

[DARK1TALISMAN]

Vec rekoh u cemu je stos,a sada da vas malo nasmejem :wink:Chekirajte ovaj post jednog Americkog tinejdzera: There I was at home, rolling up a joint while getting ready to go out with a few friends. My mother wasn't home at the time, so I decided to roll my "j" in the living room. After I finished rolling it up, I just left it sitting there while I took a shower. When I finished, I went downstairs, in my towel, and found my mother sitting at the table with my masterpiece in her hand. Now, if this were any other day, she would have just ripped it up, thrown it into the trash and given me another lecture, but she didn't. She told me to get dressed. I said to myself "this is weird" so I did it anyway. When I came back downstairs, in my Bob Marley T-shirt and ripped jeans, I saw my neighbor, Officer Jones (not his real name) waiting for me with his dog. He led the dog to my room and found my entire stash.

Now, my mother could have said not to arrest me, but she didn't. It didn't make sense--a straight-A kid on the honor roll and band being arrested. I always thought jail was for the scum of the Earth. When I got to jail, I met some more kids that were like me--smart, nice, and stoners. I did my thirty days and my community service hours so I could get back to school, but it was too late. I was expelled from school because of the time I missed. That ruined my life. But I got my GED and am now currently attending classes at UM. I'm the youngest guy there! Anyway, I've since moved out of my mother's house and am living with my girlfriend. Oh, I haven't forgiven my mother for calling the pigs on me. My life is better now, but I still wish I had stashed that joint when I had the chance.

The moral of the story: Roll it and smoke it. Or stash it. Just don't leave it lying around.