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 . Hедопетый мотив я услышу во сне, До утpа не сомкну я глаз. До конца не пpостив все пpошедшее мне, Ты не спишь как и я сейчас. . В полуночном метpо, в хоpоводе огней, Мне опять снится твоя тень. Сумасшедшая ночь, пpоведенная с ней, И опять наступает день. . А когда мы увидимся вновь, Тихо ветеp ночной будет петь о своем, И на миг позабыв, что такое любовь, Мы с тобою начнем. . Танцы вдвоем, стpанные танцы, День пеpеждем, не будем пpощаться, А ночью начнем стpанные танцы. Танцуй под дождем В пеpеходах подземных станций. . Ты забудешь вопpос, но я помню ответ, Дpуг без дpуга мы не умpем. Светом утpенних звезд Наш последний pассвет, Он зовет нас и мы начнем . Танцы вдвоем, стpанные танцы, День пеpеждем, не будем пpощаться, А ночью начнем стpанные танцы. Танцуй под дождем В пеpеходах подземных станций. . Танцы вдвоем, стpанные танцы, День пеpеждем, не будем пpощаться, А ночью начнем стpанные танцы. Танцуй под дождем В пеpеходах подземных станций. . Танцы вдвоем, стpанные танцы, Танцуй под дождем, танцуй, В пеpеходах подземных станций, В пеpеходах подземных станций, В пеpеходах... |
Елено, тия строфи нямат никакъв смисъл. Освен това, ако искаме такава музика по-добре да слушаме Офенбах  Вместо рапсодията, ето една истинска рок класика от LZ: ----------------- There's a lady who's sure All that glitters is gold And she's buying a stairway to heaven. When she gets there she knows If the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for. Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven. There's a sign on the wall But she wants to be sure 'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings. In a tree by the brook There's a songbird who sings, Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven. Ooh, it makes me wonder, Ooh, it makes me wonder. There's a feeling I get When I look to the west, And my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thoughts I have seen Rings of smoke through the trees, And the voices of those who standing looking. Ooh, it makes me wonder, Ooh, it really makes me wonder. And it's whispered that soon If we all call the tune Then the piper will lead us to reason. And a new day will dawn For those who stand long And the forests will echo with laughter. If there's a bustle in your hedgerow Don't be alarmed now, It's just a spring clean for the May queen. Yes, there are two paths you can go by But in the long run There's still time to change the road you're on. And it makes me wonder. Your head is humming and it won't go In case you don't know, The piper's calling you to join him, Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, And did you know Your stairway lies on the whispering wind. And as we wind on down the road Our shadows taller than our soul. There walks a lady we all know Who shines white light and wants to show How ev'rything still turns to gold. And if you listen very hard The tune will come to you at last. When all are one and one is all To be a rock and not to roll. And she's buying a stairway to heaven. |
| Това за стеъруей ту хевън е пействано няколко пъти (ако не в тази тема, то в околните). Лично аз го слушам само в компанията на бота ; -) |
| Добре бе, на ви една отпреди 50 год. *** Казармата гори, фелдфебела роди, едно коте с мустаки, кръстихме го Дундаки, ой Дундаки, Дундаки, черно коте с мустаки . **** тоже красиво. Слушала съм го в подпийнали мъжки компании, съвсем невръстно дете, роднински бяха компаниите .... и много са ми са се набили в главата тези текстове, като например - *** В Стара Загора ходихме, Гюл пембето вземахме... ***** или Ой, прости ми, ой душице, що ли съм те наскърбил, що отвръщаш красно лице ил не съм ти вече мил... **** е, има и други, ама засега толкоз.... |
Прилагам една балада, чиeто авторство твърде трудно ще откриете  --- AN UNFOLDED OPINION ON PERSISTING FOUL WEATHER *** Twas raining cats and dogs. Twas snowing polar bears. Smiles, butterflies and frogs Have leaped into Nowheres. They offered neither rhyme Nor any earthly reason... Ah. Dogged bite's no crime Nor catty scratches - treason. But still, this Arctic ice Reduced to wear and tear All schemes of men & mice, Doves and Lepidoptera. Was it plain spite? Or dread To dare the highest level - Where angels dare not tread, Where dare-devils revel... Frost-bitten soul and brain, Salute this deadly season! At least I rhyme again - Without an earthly reason... |
| Ае стига вече с тия пенцьонерски и пред-пенцьонерски балади бе! Спецялно от Стълбата получавам вече обриви, както и от Ендже-то на Стоунс... Те ви една балада от 1996, не е първа преснота, нито е на Мерилин Менсън, та може и да я преглътнете :MILK I am milk I am red hot kitchen And I am cool Cool as the deep blue ocean I am lost So I am cruel But I'd be love and sweetness If I had you I'm waiting I'm waiting For you I am weak But I am strong I can use my tears to Bring you home I'm waiting I'm waiting For you I am milk I am red hot kitchen And I am cool Cool as the deep blue ocean I'm waiting I'm waiting For you I'm aching for you I'm waiting for you Lyrics: Shirley Manson |
| Готово бе, пич. Стига вече пенционерски номера Ето второто издание (2000г.) на "Dirty Ol' Man" от Faithless: -------- He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. My life is cold, I'll chill you to the bone, Have a care, You know my breath stinks, So be aware ? Don't you dare try appealing to my better nature, Ain't nothing warm about me, concrete clay and steel, I mean the actual deal, People seem to love living under my skin, I'm also known as New York. Anywhere in the world you find me Walk the same walk from side to side, You're transparent to me, Derive glamour from the stamina it takes to survive. Now give me your cash and go You're living under my wing And all you got I'm going to take, He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man, He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. To improve my mood I could use an earthquake, I sit awake for my people to release the pain, In my skin, sin deceit and mistrust soaked in, I think I might just ? I fall down all around your ears. If I could, if I was made of wood start a fire, no lie, My eyes are wet and my heart is full of fear and regret, I started young, ... |
| Ето пък нещо много старо :-) Сигурно на времето си се е възприемала като дълбоко лирична, но при прочит е май зловеща. Но си има воайорство, страст, лична драма, трагедия и гражданска намеса: I saw the light on the night that I passed by her window I saw the flickering shadow of love on her blind She was my woman As she deceived me I watched and went out of my mind My my my Delilah Why why why Delilah I could see, that girl was no good for me But I was lost like a slave that no man could free At break of day when that man drove away I was waiting I crossed the street to her house and she opened the door She stood there laughing I felt the knife in my hand and she laughed no more My my my Delilah Why why why Delilah So before they come to break down the door Forgive me Delilah I just couldn't take any more Forgive me Delilah I just couldn't take any more |
 Warm Sake - goood! Ще го докараме постепенно до ММ и Slipknot, за ужас на някои другари и другарки, почитатели на Шер и Ванила Айс |
| Значи Дилайла не била пенционерска, така ли? А Гюл-пембето, пенционерска? За Дундаки па да не говорим, хайде да не казвам защо... |
| Геновева, всичко от АББА назад вече е пенционерско. Включително АББА. Дори и ако свиреха сега, АББА пак щеха да звучат пенционерски. Нашата Тоника ми се струват по-съвремменни от АББА. Кюлотите на леля Лоти са по- съвременни от АББА. Пардон за отклонението, сетих се за АББА и се ядосах малко Елена, намесата е по-скоро полицейска, отколкото гражданска. Затуй изпълнителят после пеел в килията нещо за зелената трева у дома |
| За да благодаря на топидиота за великолепната идея да почне тази тема - една от любимите ми песни - топ... you'll never walk alone ---- WROTE A SONG FOR EVERYONE ------Creedence Clearwater Revival Met myself a comin' county welfare line. I was feelin' strung out, Hung out on the line. Saw myself a goin', down to war in June. All I want, All I want is to write myself a tune. CHORUS: Wrote A Song For Ev'ryone, Wrote a song for truth. Wrote A Song For Ev'ryone When I couldn't even talk to you. Got myself arrested, Wound me up in jail. Richmond 'bout to blow up, Communication failed. If you see the answer, now's the time to say. All I want, All I want is to get you down to pray. CHORUS Saw the people standin' thousand years in chains. Somebody said it's diff'rent now, look, it's just the same. Pharoahs spin the message, round and round the truth. They could have saved a million people, How can I tell you? |
| ... и щото са ме "накацали мухите", нещо подходящо за настроението ------------------------------ EVE OF DESTRUCTION BARY McGUIRE The eastern world, it is explodin’. Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’ You’re old enough to kill, but not for votin’ You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re totin’ And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin’ But you tell me Over and over and over again, my friend Ah, you don’t believe We’re on the eve of destruction. Don’t you understand what I’m tryin’ to say Can’t you feel the fears I’m feelin’ today? If the button is pushed, there’s no runnin’ away There’ll be no one to save, with the world in a grave Take a look around you boy It’s bound to scare you boy And you tell me Over and over and over again, my friend Ah, you don’t believe We’re on the eve of destruction. Yeah, my blood’s so mad feels like coagulatin’ I’m sitting here just contemplatin’ I can’t twist the truth, it knows no regulation. Handful of senators don’t pass legislation And marches alone can’t bring integration When human respect is disintegratin’ This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’ And you tell me Over and over and over again, my friend Ah, you don’t believe We’re on the eve of destruction. Think of all the hate there is in Red China Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama You may leave here for 4 days in space But when you return, it’s the same old place The poundin’ of the drums, the pride and disgrace You can bury your dead, but don’t leave a trace Hate your next-door neighbor, but don’t forget to say grace And… tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend You don’t believe We’re on the eve Of destruction Mm, no no, you don’t believe We’re on the eve of destruction. |
| Абешката група не ме кефеше и преди, но ето нещо което често си припявах. Herod Jesus, I am overjoyed To meet you face to face You've been getting quite a name All around the place Healing cripples Raising from the dead Now I understand you're God At least that's what you've said So you are the Christ You're the great Jesus Christ Prove to me that you're divine Change my water into wine That's all you need do Then I'll know it's all true C'mon King of the Jews Jesus you just won't believe The hit you've made around here You are all we talk about You're the wonder of the year Oh what a pity If it's all a lie Still I'm sure That you can rock the cynics if you try So if you are the Christ Yes the great Jesus Christ Prove to me that you're no fool Walk across my swimming pool If you do that for me Then I'll let you go free C'mon King of the Jews I only ask what I'd ask any superstar What is it that you have got That puts you where you are? Oh, ho ho I am waiting Yes I'm a captive fan I'm dying to be shown That you are not just any man So if you are the Christ Yes the great Jesus Christ Feed my household with this bread You can do it on your head Or has something gone wrong? Jesus, why do you take so long? Aw, c'mon King of the Jews Hey! Aren't you scared of me Christ? Mr. Wonderful Christ! You're a joke, you're not the Lord You are nothing but a fraud Take him away He's got nothing to say! Get out you King of the Get out you King of the, Get out you King of the Jews! Get out of here, you, you! Get out of here, you! Get out of my Life! |