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И тази за лека нощ, и простете, че така се разчувствах, но днес беше необикновен ден, за мен също.   Редактирано от - Сибила на 10/5/2005 г/ 01:28:35 |
| Guns N' Roses - Since I Don't Have I don't have plans and schemes, And I don't have hopes and dreams. I don't have anything, Since I don't have you. And I don't have fond desires, and I don't have happy hours. I don't have anything, Since I don't have you. Happiness, and I guess, I never will again. When you walked out on me, In walked ol' misery, And he's been here since then. I don't have love to share, And I don't have one who cares. I don't have anything, Since I don't have you. You, you, you, oh, oh! You, you, you, oh, oh! You, you, you, oh, oh! You, you, you, oh, oh! You, you, you, oh yeah |
Последното ни откритие в къщи и удоволствие Роби Уилиамс, истински роден певец, глас с големи възможности - на моменти напомня Елтън Джон, Дейвид Бауи, Фреди Меркюри, дори Девид Байрон - невероятно съчетание от всички тях всичките си песни пише самичък. Come Undone So unimpressed but so in awe Such a saint but such a whore So self aware so full of shit So indecisive so adamant I'm contemplating thinking about thinking It's so frustrating just get another drink in Watch me come undone They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street Pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep If I ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet Because I'm scum And I'm your son I come undone I come undone So rock and roll so corporate suit So damn ugly, so damn cute So well trained, so animal So need your love, so fuck you all I'm not scared of dying I just don't want to If I stopped lying I'd just disappoint you I come undone They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street I pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep If I ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet Because I'm scum And I'm your son I've come undone So write another ballad Mix it on a Wednesday Sell it on a Thursday Buy a yacht by Saturday It's a love song A love song Do another interview Sing a bunch of lies Tell about celebrities that I despise And sing love songs We sing love songs So sincere So sincere They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street Pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep If I ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet Because I'm scum I'm your son I've come undone I've come undone I've come undone I've come undone I am scum Love your son I am scum Love your son You've gotta love my sad song, my love song My sad song, my love song, my sad song, my love song Written by R Williams/B Ottestad/A Hamilton/ D Pierre, published by BMG Music Publishing/ Twenty Seven Songs/ EMI Music Publishing Редактирано от - Сибила на 12/5/2005 г/ 00:51:45 |
| Особена твърда полу-балада с твърд текст, прощален, така да се каже, тук е, на моменти, истински бате Дейвид Бауи., но най-вече в "Radio" No Regrets Tell me a story where we all change And we’d live our lives together And not enstranged I didn’t lose my mind, it was mine to give away Couldn’t stay to watch me cry You didn’t have the time So I softly slip away... No regrets, they don’t work No regrets now, they only hurt Sing me a lovesong (sing me a lovesong) Drop me a line (drop me a line) Suppose it’s just a point of view But they tell me I’m doing fine I know from the outside We looked good for eachother (some people said) Felt things we’re going wrong When you didn’t like my mother (it was all in my head) I don’t want to hate but that’s all you’ve left me with A bitter aftertaste and a fantasy Of how we all could live... No regrets, they don’t work No regrets now, they only hurt ( we’ve been told you stay up late) I know they’re still talking ( you’re far too short to carry weight) The demons in your head ( return the video’s they’re late) If I could just stop hating you I feel sorry for us instead Remember the photographs, insane The one where we all laughed, so lame We were having the time of our lives Well thank you, it was a real blast No regrets, they don't work No regrets now, they only hurt Write me a love song Drop me a line Suppose it's just a point of view But they tell me I'm doing fine Everything I wanted to be, everytime I walked away Everytime you told me to leave, I just wanted to stay Everytime you looked at me, everytime you smiled I felt so vacant and you treat me like a child I love the way we used to love, the way we used to smile Often I sit down and think of you for a while And then it passes me by and think of someone else instead I guess the love that we once had is officialy... dead. Редактирано от - Сибила на 12/5/2005 г/ 01:12:27 |
| November Rain When I look into your eyes I can see a love restrained But darlin' when I hold you Don't you know I feel the same 'Cause nothin' lasts forever And we both know hearts can change And it's hard to hold a candle In the cold November rain We've been through this such a long long time Just tryin' to kill the pain But lovers always come and lovers always go An no one's really sure who's lettin' go today Walking away If we could take the time to lay it on the line I could rest my head Just knowin' that you were mine All mine So if you want to love me then darlin' don't refrain Or I'll just end up walkin' In the cold November rain Do you need some time...on your own Do you need some time...all alone Everybody needs some time...on their own Don't you know you need some time...all alone I know it's hard to keep an open heart When even friends seem out to harm you But if you could heal a broken heart Wouldn't time be out to charm you Sometimes I need some time...on my own Sometimes I need some time...all alone Everybody needs some time...on their own Don't you know you need some time...all alone And when your fears subside And shadows still remain, ohhh yeahhh I know that you can love me When there's no one left to blame So never mind the darkness We still can find a way 'Cause nothin' lasts forever Even cold November rain Don't ya think that you need somebody Don't ya think that you need someone Everybody needs somebody You're not the only one You're not the only one Един истински природен катаклизъм!  |
Топовие, спомняш ли клипа на ноемврийския дъжд? Започна с една сватба, а завърши с погребение, абе, шантава работа, краят е фантазия, съвсем нямаше общо с началото. |
| Абсолютно! Точно клипа имах предвид. Сватба, мъгла, дъжд, светкавица. This is the end, my friend... Doors. |
Доорс, да, и Джим Морисън, тъжно, много хубав филм, май на Оливър Стоун, за тях с Вал Килмър, специално си беше сложил лещи с тъмен цвят, за да го изиграе - Джим. |
Не знам дали ще се сетиш и за Ян Морисън - Jehtro Tull. Много сериозна работа! Дори при сватбите не си играе на дребно, имаше едно парче от типа седемте жени на Хенри 4-ти (може и да му бъркам номера)  |
| Rod Stewart SAILING I am sailing, I am sailing, Home again ’cross the sea. I am sailing, stormy waters, To be near you, to be free. I am flying, I am flying, Like a bird ’cross the sky. I am flying, passing high clouds, To be with you, to be free. Can you hear me, can you hear me Thro’ the dark night, far away, I am dying, forever trying, To be with you, who can say. Can you hear me, can you hear me, Thro’ the dark night far away. I am dying, forever trying, To be with you, who can say. We are sailing, we are sailing, Home again ’cross the sea. We are sailing stormy waters, To be near you, to be free. Oh lord, to be near you, to be free. Oh lord, to be near you, to be free, Oh lord. Ей тая знаменита балада на големия Род, щяхме да забравим, една приятелка ми се оплакваше, че мъжът и като се напиел до забрава, започвал да рупа сурови картофи и да я реве с пълен глас.  В ред: Джетро Тал му е любим състав, също, на тоя с картофите. Между другото, страхотен мъж, яви се в "Стани богат" и спечели 5 бона, малко не му достигна за 10, ама се разсея. Редактирано от - Сибила на 12/5/2005 г/ 02:29:27 |
Хенри Осми - мъжът на Ана Болейн, майката на Елизабет Велика. Мери Тюдор - Кървавата Мери му е също дъщеря, но от друга жена, той май имаше шест. Между другото - убивал ги защото никоя от тях не могла да му роди син и наследник на престола, само последната, но той се оказал много болнав и починал рано, та после на трона го последвала Кървавата Мери, а след нея Елизабет. Редактирано от - Сибила на 12/5/2005 г/ 02:37:51 |
А, Елизабет Велика си била издръжлива и много желязна - бая глави изпоизсякла и тя, като жестокия си тати и сестра, но царувала 45 години. |
Хайде, за лека нощ вечната Тина Търнър, липсваш ми  (C.Sanford/ J. Waite/ M. Leonard) Producer: Trevor Horn Album: Wildest Dreams (96) Everytime I think of you I always catch my breath And I'm still standing here, and you're miles away And I'm wondering why you left And there's a storm that's raging Through my frozen heart tonight I hear your name in certain circles And it always makes me smile I spend my time thinking about you And it's almost driving me wild And there's a heart that's breaking Down this long distance line tonight I ain't missing you at all (missing you) Since you've been gone away (missing you), I ain't missing you (missing you) No matter what I might say (missing you) There's a message in the wire And I'm sending you the signal tonight You don't know how desperate I've become And it looks like I'm losing this fight In your world I have no meaning Though I'm trying hard to understand And it's my heart that's breaking Down this long distance line tonight I ain't missing you at all (missing you) Since you've been gone away (missing you), I ain't missing you (missing you) No matter what my friends say (missing you) And there's a message that I'm sending out Via telegraph to your soul And if I can't bridge this distance Stop this heartbreak overload |
| топ идиот -> я погледни дали наистина е Ян МОРИСЪН - да не би все пак да е Ian ANDERSON от Jethro Tull, роден точно на 10 април 1946 в Блекпул |
| PS - може би пък го бъркаш с Van Morrison (роден на 31 август 1945 в Белфаст в семейство на шотландски докер) което вече е друга тема, провери и обади -- и двамата са велики, ама да не се бъркат. Истинското име на последния е Иван - истина е, вервай ми, не се ебавам Редактирано от - проф. дървингов на 12/5/2005 г/ 21:19:45 |
Истествено, Ian Anderson  Редактирано от - Doctora на 13/5/2005 г/ 11:00:48 |
| Посвещавам на всички форумци: Jethro Tull Flying Colours Shout if you will, but that just won't do. I, for one, would rather follow softer options. I'll take the easy line; another sip of wine, and if I ignore the face you wore it's just a way of mine to keep from flying colours. Don't lay your bait while the whole world waits around to see me shoot you down --- It's all so second-rate. When we can last for days on a loving night; or for hours at least on a warm whisper given. You always pick the best time to rise to the fight. To break the hard bargain that we've driven. Once again we're flying colours. I thought we had it out the night before, and settled old scores, but not the hard way. Was it a glass too much? Or a smile too few? Did our friends all catch the needle match --- did we want them to? In a fancy restaurant we were all aglow keeping cool by mutual permission. How did the conversation get to where we came to blows? We were set up in a red condition and again we're flying colours. Shout --- but you see it still won't do. With my colours on I can be just as bad as you. Have I had a glass too much? Did I give a smile too few? Did our friends all catch the needle match --- did we want them to? We act our parts so well, like we wrote the play. All so predictable and we know it. We'll settle old scores now, and settle the hard way. You may not even live to outgrow it! Once again we're flying colours. |
| И малко класика от царо на джазо Луис Армстронг. Слуша се с напитка. I see trees of green........ red roses too I watch 'em bloom..... for me and for you And I think to myself.... what a wonderful world. I see skies of blue..... clouds of white Bright blessed days....warm sacred nights And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world. The colors of a rainbow.....so pretty ..in the sky Are there on the faces.....of people ..going by I see friends shaking hands.....sayin'.. how do you do They're really sayin'......I love you. I hear babies cry...... I watch them grow They'll learn much more.....than I'll never know And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world (instrumental break) The colors of a rainbow.....so pretty ..in the sky Are there on the faces.....of people ..going by I see friends shaking hands.....sayin'.. how do you do They're really sayin'...*SPOKEN*(I ....love....you). I hear babies cry...... I watch them grow *SPOKEN*(You know their gonna learn a whole lot more than I'll never know) And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world Yes I think to myself .......what a wonderful world. |