What Are You Listening To Now? (Cont.)

[GunSlinger Boy]

Bad.

[Rasgrez]

Bad.

That supposed to be a song name?



sky ended -luminosity- - Freezer | Hatsune Miku - NO WORDS e.p.

Stumbled across this album and man do I consider myself lucky that I did.

[GunSlinger Boy]

That supposed to be a song name?

*sighs*

[Varun Highwind]

Daft Punk - High Life

[Victor Squire]

Sting & The Police - Man In the suitcase on Majikworldradio
Well imagine if that would happen to you? Well to me it would scare me and I would call the police!

[Gare]

Best JRPG intro in quite a while. /hooked on this shit

[Varun Highwind]

Daft Punk - Derezzed

[Zer0-2k11]

[Sheras]

[Polizzi]

I'm On Everything - Bad Meets Evil

[Varun Highwind]

System of a Down - Chop Suey

[Polizzi]

Ready For Whatever - T.I.

[LeftyGuitar]

Mad Season - River of Deceit

[Polizzi]

Ferris Wheel - Common

[Elin]

This song will never fail to make me cry. NEVER. ;___;

Translated lyrics:

Spoiler warning:

A black cat wandered the high street on weekends,
proudly holding his curly tail aloft.
He was hated by people for the way he looked,
and they threw stones at him as his body melted away into the darkness.

He grew used to being alone.
He even liked it that way.
Caring for someone else was
just too much trouble.

One evening, the cat found himself wrapped
in the arms of a young artist.
“Good evening, my dear little one.
We're a lot alike, you and I.”

The cat squirmed in the artist's arms,
scratching frantically at him.
He turned back toward the path of loneliness,

and ran, and ran,
still unable to trust the first kindness... the first warmth
that he had been shown in his life.
But no matter how much he ran, the artist chased after him.

So the two came to their second winter together.
The artist gave a name to his friend - “Lucky Black, Holy Night”
Nearly every page of the artist's sketchbook was black,
and the cat had grown close to his friend, who spoiled him. But one day

the cat's owner's collapsed
from his life of poverty.
And writing a final letter, he told the cat,

“Run! Run!
Deliver this letter to my love,
who still waits for the return of a boy
who took off with a head full of dreams.”

Nobody was going to buy pictures of an unlucky black cat,
but you still only drew me.
And that's why you grew cold...
The cat took the letter without hesitation.

A black cat ran through the snowy mountain path,
holding the promise to his now deceased friend in his mouth.
“Look, it's one of the devil's messengers!” the kids yelled, and threw stones at him.
“You can call me whatever you want, because I have a name you can't take away from me.”

Holy Night... He called me Holy Night.
He called me it with all the warmth and kindness in his heart.
If even the life of someone as hated as me can have a purpose,
I was surely born for this day. I'll run as far as I have to!

He arrived at
his dear friend's hometown.
It was just a few kilometers to her house!

He ran, and fell,
his body always covered in fresh new wounds.
No time to stand before he was met with
violence and jeers.

“You think I'll just give up?! I'm Holy Night!”
Dragging his paws which felt as if they might fall off,
he ran even further.
“I've found it! This is the house!”

Reading the letter, the artist's lover added a single
letter to the motionless cat's name, and buried him in the garden.
She buried her Holy Knight.