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#1171 Vagabond

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Отправлено: 26 Февраль 2009 - 00:25:38

Chad VanGaalen

Molten Light


They dumped her body into the molten light
Floated to the surface and it did not ignite
She rose up slowly and walked to the shore
She stood up on the bank and whispered
I’ll find you and I’ll kill you
I’ll find you and I’ll kill you
I’ll find you and I’ll kill you

They ran back into town and hid in the church
They explained their situation and they feared for the worst
The priest told the brothers that she could not be killed
She flew out of the stone cold ground and
She’ll find you and she’ll kill you
She’ll find you and she’ll kill you
She’ll find you and she’ll kill you

Oh oh oh oh...

There was a knock at that door that shook through their hearts
She blew it right open and put it apart
She shot a string of flame from the center of her chest
As she watched their bodies burn she whispered
I found you and I killed you
I found you and I killed you
I found you and I killed you

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Отправлено: 26 Февраль 2009 - 15:15:34

Ах! Вот если бы их поменяли местами... :huh:

MEDVED
BOYD RICE AND FRIENDS
PEOPLE

Do you ever think about
What a lovely place the world would be
Without all the people
That make life so unpleasant?

All the small, petty people
All the ugly, annoying people
It's hard not to think about it

I like to think about
What could be
Done to these people
Something cruel
Something mean
Something just
But the meaner the better
Goodness knows they deserve it

Have you ever dreamed of
Killing all the stupid people?
Not just the unintelligent people
But the sort that don't know anything about anything
But seem to have opinions about everything
They're only too ready to offer their advice about
How to run your life
And yet look at how they run their own lives
For the most part they've accomplished nothing
They've contributed nothing
Their lives are miserable
But they talk, talk, talk…
At the very least their tongues should be cut out
At the very least

Do you ever wanna
Kill all the people who tell lies?
Some certainly deserve it
Not necessarily the big liars
Or even those who teach lies as truth
I'm talking about people
Who say one thing and do another
Or who tell you they sent something express mail
When you know they haven't

Did you ever want to
Kill all the slow people in the world?
The people who are in front of you
When they should be behind you
A crime that the swift should be help back by the slow
And it's criminal that nothing is going to rectify it

And what about all the really ugly people?
Add them to the list as well
Some people try not to think about life's ugliness
I've thought about it
I've thought about it quite a lot
Something should be done to these people
Something to make them suffer
The way they've made us suffer

I say, bring back the Circus Maximus
For starters
Unless these weeds are dealt with
They’ll poison everything
They are poisoning everything
We need a gardener
A brutal gardener
A thorough, thoughtful gardener
An iron gardener

Whatever happened to Vlad the Impaler?
Where's Genghis Kahn when you need him?
Or Roi d'Ys?
Ayatollah Khomeini?
Adolf Hitler?
Benito Mussolini?
Nero?
Diocletian?
Kitchener?

Come back!
Come back!
Кругом тоска зеленая, если только вы не получаете удовольствие от охоты на сброшенных в выгребную яму парализованных лебедей

#1173 Inqvizitor

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Отправлено: 26 Февраль 2009 - 16:07:46

HP Lovecraft Historical Society - Mythos Of A King
(based on "The Birthday of a King", written in 1890 by William Harold Neidlinger)

In the little village of Providence
There wrote a gentle man,
Filling countless reams from his ghastly dreams,
And a Mythos thus began.

Great Cthulhu! And Mighty Azathoth!
Nyarlathotep! Yog-Shothoth!
In his cosmic tales horror never fails
It's the Mythos of a king .

He was hardly famous, and never rich
Unless you count his friends.
For his gothic pen has inspired men
And his visions still extends.

Miskatonic! The Necronomicon!
Great Cthulhu! And his spawn!
In his cosmic tales horror never fails
It's the Mythos of a king.

Haunted Arkham! With all it's many ghouls!
Horrible Deep Ones! And helpless human fools!
In his cosmic tales horror never fails
It's the Mythos of a king!


HP Lovecraft Historical Society - Death to the World
(based on "Joy to the World", lyrics written in 1719 by Isaac Watts, music written in 1836 by Lowell Mason)

Death to the world! Cthulhu's come:
Let Earth abhor this thing.
Let every mind prepare for doom,
As anguish and woe he'll bring.

Up from the sea, R'lyeh did rise:
The cultists awestruck dumb.
With ancient rites so wretched and perverse,
Cthulhu's time has come.

Death to the world! Cthulhu reigns.
The Great Old Ones Destroy
With wrath and doom, so cruel and foul,
Replete with obscene joy.

He rules the Earth with dreadful might,
And through our ghastly dreams
His twisting turning tentacles
Elicit from us maddened screams.
Cthulhu's time has come.
Curse here, curse there.
A curse for he, and she, why care.
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Отправлено: 27 Февраль 2009 - 19:43:41

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The Tiger Lillies -
- Killer

I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha

I could've been a killer
Who thought that he was God
My victims all mere mortals
All filthy dogs

I could've, I could've, I could've, should've been
A killing, killing, killing, killing, killing machine

I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha

I could've been a killer
Who ate his victims' flesh
I could've eat them rotten
I could've eat them fresh

I could've, I could've, I could've, I could've, I could've, could've been
A killing, killing, killing machine

I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha

I could've been a killer

I could've been a killer
Children suffocate
Then laughed at all the mothers
Whose hearts I did break

I could've, could've, could've, could've, could've, could've been
A killing, killing, killing, killing, killing machine

Yeah, I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha

And I could've been a killer

I could've been a killer
Who thought that he was God
My victims all mere mortals
All filthy dogs

I could've, I could've, I could've, should've been
A killing, killing, killing, killing, killing machine

Yeah, I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
Killing machine
Killing machine
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Отправлено: 28 Февраль 2009 - 10:05:58

текст Головина

Кончают институты и создают уюты,
Мучительно ищут призванья.
Но я - иное дело, я - бешеный и смелый,
И драка - моё дарование.

Я захожу в кафе в пальто и галифе,
Вообще по классической моде.
Ногой кому-то в пах, ножом кому-то в глаз,
А бармену просто по морде.

Одних дурачат девки, других дурачат деньги,
Кругом безобразная давка,
Но в жизни есть одно жемчужное зерно -
Роскошная светлая драка.

Плевать на каратэ, плевать на айкидо,
Плевать на увечья, порезы.
Я в гости захожу и второпях пальто
Срываю под музыку лезвий.

Одних дурачат девки, других дурачат деньги,
Кругом безобразная давка,
Но в жизни есть одно жемчужное зерно -
Роскошная светлая драка.

Но вот ножом в живот и провалился лёд,
Ах, как ослепительно больно!
Восторженно плыву в кровавый небосвод,
Убитый, но очень довольный.
Кругом тоска зеленая, если только вы не получаете удовольствие от охоты на сброшенных в выгребную яму парализованных лебедей

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Отправлено: 01 Март 2009 - 21:16:48

Pink Floyd (Animals 1977)

Dogs

Музыка:Роджер Уотерс, Дэвид Гилмор
Текст:Роджер Уотерс
Вокал:Дэвид Гилмор, Роджер Уотерс

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street
You gotta be able to pick up the easy meat
With your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking

And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it's going to get harder, and harder and harder
As you get older
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer

And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest
You have sown
And as fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And its too late to loose the weight
You used to need to throw around
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone
Dragged down by the stone

I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
If I don't stand on my own ground,
How can I find my own way out of this maze?

Deaf, dumb and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no one has a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do
Would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer

Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone

Отредактировано: флойд, 01 Март 2009 - 21:18:10

God wants peace, God wants war, God wants sedition, God wants sex, God wants freedom, God wants semtex...
Roger Waters

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Отправлено: 06 Март 2009 - 14:07:45

Boombox

Вахтерам

Тебе не нравится дым и черт с ним
Он убивает слова, кругом голова
Уже разносит молва по дворам
Что между нами чивава.
О чем с тобой говорить, потеряли нить
Быть не собой перестать и дома спать
Нас не измерить на глаз, а сейчас
Зачем мы давим на тормоз, не на газ?
Вопрос извечный зачем да почему
Я понемногу с ума, ты не сама
А эти ночи в Крыму теперь кому
Я если встречу потом передам ему.
Писклявый твой голосок как электрошок
Что я бухой без вина твоя вина
Теперь узнает страна до темна
Им донесут обо всем на fm волнах.

Я помню белые обои, черная посуда
Нас в хрущёвке двое, кто мы и откуда?
Задвигаем шторы, кофеек, плюшки стынут
Объясните теперь нам, вахтеры,
почему я на ней так сдвинут?

Давай вот так просидим до утра
Не уходи, погоди - но мне пора
И если выход один впереди
То почему мы то холод то жара?
Раскладывать по местам я устал
И поворачивать вспять, ну вот опять
Прикосновения плавили мой метал
Ты элемент номер пять ни дать ни взять.
Идет к финалу игра в этот раз
А ты все так же молчишь, я говорю
Минут пятнадцать осталось до утра
Не вызывай так словлю и свалю.
Попробуем всё подшить не ворошить
Мобильные номера постирать
А уходить не спросив нету сил
Давай попробуем заново всё собрать.

Белые обои, черную посуду
Нас в хрущёвке двое, кто мы и откуда?
Задвигаем шторы, кофеёк, плюшки стынут
Объясните теперь нам, вахтёры,
почему я на ней так сдвинут?

Я помню белые обои, черная посуда
Нас в хрущёвке двое, кто мы и откуда?
Задвигаем шторы, кофеек, плюшки стынут
Объясните теперь нам, вахтёры,
почему я на ней так сдвинут?

Белые обои, чёрная посуда
Нас в хрущёвке двое, кто мы и откуда?
Задвигаем шторы, кофеек, плюшки стынут
Объясните теперь нам, вахтёры,
почему я на ней так сдвинут?

Та4то

Та что была со мной, где ты теперь
На другой полосе, если можно вместе все
Та кого вел домой недавно вроде бы
На работе я, на охоте ты
Спорю с самим собой: чудак ну давай дружить
Как то надо же жить, хлеб жевать, воду пить
Болеть, глотать драже, комментить твой ЖЖ
Настроение держать на восьмом этаже

Знать бы хотя бы где ты, да с кем ты
Тепло ли там на твоей планете
Слать бы тебе конверты, как Кай Герде
Кубики изо льда прямиком в никуда
Знать бы хотя бы с кем ты, да как ты
Честно кормлю кота, поливаю кактус
В гости к тебе идти по парапету
И не верить бреду, что тебя нету

Хочешь знать как живу - отпусти тетиву
Наберу и сотру, напишу и порву
Все на "так себе" лучше неплохо плыву на плаву
Нет назад не прошусь зазвонит и проснусь
С кем встречаешь весну, кто приходит во сне
Извини но я нет, не вернуть этих лет
Вот опять этот бред, все, спокойной, привет

Знать бы хотя бы где ты, да с кем ты
Тепло ли там на твоей планете
Слать бы тебе конверты, как Кай Герде
Кубики изо льда прямиком в никуда
Знать бы хотя бы с кем ты, да как ты
Честно кормлю кота, поливаю кактус
В гости к тебе идти по парапету
И не верить бреду, что тебя нету...

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Отправлено: 07 Март 2009 - 00:16:56

Цитата

Та4то
ололо :)

"Теперь я просто физически не могу слушать прекрасную и замечательную во всех отношениях группу БумБокс. Вообще и ни в каком виде. Мне становится плохо в жевоте и он стремится вверх. Мои гости уже не предлагают "по "Вахтёрам"?", они видели моё белое лицо и ужас в глазах. Мало что когда либо нравилось мне настолько, что я бы готова была бежать в неизвестность, лишь бы Не ОНО. Я даже пару раз, признаться, скрывалась от гостей, желающих прийти ко мне скоротать вечерок, т.к. знала, что они еще не наслушались песню "Та4то" и несут с собой айподы, флешки, диси, аудиокассеты и бобины группы БумБокс. И если вырубят электроэнергию, они споют её самостоятельно."

Помнится, этот надрывный крик души я прочитала раньше, чем услышала упомянутую песню, и с тех пор ну никак не могу слушать её без сдавленного хохота. :D
Я опираюсь на фундамент, ниже которого опуститься не могу.
Тот, кто борется с чудовищами, должен следить за тем, чтоб самому не стать чудовищем.

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Отправлено: 07 Март 2009 - 15:55:15

Amused To Death

Roger Waters

Музыка и слова: Роджер Уотерс

Doctor, doctor what is wrong with me
This supermarket life is getting long
What is the heart life of a color TV
What is the shelf life of a teenage queen

Ooh western woman
Ooh western girl

News hound sniffs the air
When Jessica Hahn goes down
He latches on to that symbol of detachment
Attracted by the peeling away of feeling
The celebrity of the abused shell, the belle

Ooh western woman
Ooh western girl
Ooh western woman
Ooh western girl

And the children on Melrose
Strut their stuff
Is absolute zero cold enough?
And out in the valley warm and clean
The little ones sit by their TV screen
No thoughts to think

No tears to cry
All sucked dry
Down to the very last breath
Bartender what is wrong with me?
Why am I so out of breath?
The Captain said excuse me ma'am
This species has amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
It has amused itself to death
Amused itself to death

We watched the tragedy unfold
We did as we were told
We bought and sold
It was the greatest show on earth
But then it was over
We ohhed and aahed
We drove our racing cars
We ate our last few jars of caviar

And somewhere out there in the stars
A keen-eyed look-out
Spied a flickering light
Our last hurrah
Our last hurrah

And when they found our shadows
Grouped around the TV set
They ran down every lead
They repeated every test
They checked out all the data on their lists
And then, the alien anthropologists
Admitted they were still perplexed
But on eliminating every other reason
For our sad demise
They logged the explanation left
This species has amused itself to death

No tears to cry, no feelings left
This species has amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
Amused itself to death

Отредактировано: флойд, 07 Март 2009 - 15:56:28

God wants peace, God wants war, God wants sedition, God wants sex, God wants freedom, God wants semtex...
Roger Waters

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Отправлено: 08 Март 2009 - 21:08:27

Wish You Were Here (Pink Floyd Wish You Were Here 1975)

Музыка: Уотерс, Гилмор

Текст:Уотерс

Вокал:Гилмор

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from hell, blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail, a smile from a veil
Do you you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts, hot ashes for trees,
Hot air for a cool breeze, cold comfort for change
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here

Отредактировано: флойд, 08 Март 2009 - 21:12:37

God wants peace, God wants war, God wants sedition, God wants sex, God wants freedom, God wants semtex...
Roger Waters

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Отправлено: 14 Март 2009 - 11:48:21

Мастер - Боже, храни нашу злость!

Мы видим дни черных полос
Боже, хрaни в нaс нaшу злость!
Дверь - нa зaмок, рот - нa зaпор
Ливень с кaмней смыл нaш позор

Kровь роднит людей с волкaми
Алaя, кaк флaг
Тень диктaторa нaд нaми
Чертит стрaнный знaк

Припев:
Стены против стен
Злость нa злость
Солнце о людей обожглось!

Я не ослеп, я не оглох
Я б вышел вон, если бы и смог
Hо к ногaм свинцовой гирей
Прaх моих отцов
Слишком долгим был в России
Урожaй крестов

Мы видим дни черных полос,
Боже, хрaни в нaс нaшу злость
Слaбый сaм нa крест ложится
Сaм вбивaет гвоздь
Чтоб рaссудкa не лишиться
Я выбирaю злость!

Стены против стен
Злость нa злость
Солнце о людей обожглось!
"...все Хорошие Девушки носят белые трусики."
С.К.

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Отправлено: 14 Март 2009 - 17:59:11

David Bowie
Ashes To Ashes (1980)

Do you remember a guy that's been
In such an early song
I've heard a rumour from ground control
Oh no, don't say it's true

They got a message from the action man
I'm happy, hope you're happy too
I've loved all I've needed love
Sordid details following

The shrieking of nothing is killing
Just pictures of jap girls in synthesis and i
Ain't got no money and I ain't got no hair
But I'm hoping to kick but the planet it's glowing

Ashes to ashes, funk to funky
We know major tom's a junkie
Strung out in heaven's high
Hitting an all-time low

Time and again I tell myself
I'll stay clean tonight
But the little green wheels are following me
Oh no, not again
I'm stuck with a valuable friend
I'm happy, hope you're happy too
One flash of light but no smoking pistol

I never done good things
I never done bad things
I never did anything out of the blue, woh-o-oh
Want an axe to break the ice
Wanna come down right now

Ashes to ashes, funk to funky
We know major tom's a junkie
Strung out in heaven's high
Hitting an all-time low

My mother said to get things done
You'd better not mess with major tom
My mother said to get things done
You'd better not mess with major tom
My mother said to get things done
You'd better not mess with major tom
My mother said to get things done
You'd better not mess with major tom
God wants peace, God wants war, God wants sedition, God wants sex, God wants freedom, God wants semtex...
Roger Waters

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Отправлено: 20 Март 2009 - 19:36:25

Roger Waters (Amused To Death 1992)

What God Wants, part 1

What God wants, God gets; God help us all
What God wants, God gets; God help us all
What God wants, God gets; God help us allWhat God wants, God gets
What God wants, God gets
What God wants, God gets

The kid in the corner looked at the priest
And fingered his pale blue Japanese guitar

The priest said:
God wants goodness
God wants light
God wants mayhem
God wants a clean fight

What God wants, God gets
What God wants, God gets

Don't look so surprised
It's only dogma
The alien prophet cried
The beetle and the springbok
Took the Bible from its hook
The monkey in the corner
Wrote the lesson in his book

What God wants, God gets
What God wants, God gets
What God wants, God gets
What God wants, God gets

God wants peace
God wants war
God wants famine
God wants chain stores

What God wants, God gets

God wants sedition
God wants sex
God wants freedom

God wants semtex

What God wants, God gets
What God wants, God gets

Don't look so afraid
I'm only joking
The alien comic lied
The jackass and hyena
Took the feather from its hook
The monkey in the corner
Wrote the joke down in his book

What God wants, God gets
What God wants, God gets
What God wants, God gets
What God wants, God gets

God wants borders
God wants crack
God wants rainfall
God wants wetbacks

What God wants, God gets

God wants voodoo
God wants shrines
God wants law
God wants organized crime
God wants crusade
God wants jihad
God wants good
God wants bad

What God wants, God gets
What God wants, God gets
What God wants, God gets
What God wants, God gets



Roger Waters (Amused To Death 1992)

What God Wants, part 2

What God wants, God gets
What God wants, God gets; God help us all
What God wants, God gets

God wants dollars
God wants cents
God wants pounds, shillings, and pence
God wants guilders
God wants kroner
God wants Swiss francs

And God wants French francs

God wants escudos
God wants pesetas
Don't send lira
God don't want small potatoes
God wants small towns
God wants pain
God wants clean up rock campaigns
God wants widows
God wants solutions
God wants TV
God wants contributions

What God wants, God gets; God help us all
What God wants, God gets
What God wants, God gets; God help us all
What God wants, God gets

God wants silver
God wants gold

God wants his secret
Never to be told
God wants gigolos
God wants giraffes
God wants politics
God wants a good laugh

What God wants, God gets; God help us all
What God wants, God gets

God wants friendship
God wants fame
God wants credit
God wants blame
God wants poverty
God wants wealth
God wants insurance
God wants to cover himself

What God wants, God gets; God help us all
What God wants, God gets
What God wants, God gets; God help us all
What God wants, God gets

What God wants, God gets; God help us all
What God wants, God gets
What God wants, God gets; God help us all
What God wants, God gets
What God wants, God gets; God help us all
What God wants...
God wants peace, God wants war, God wants sedition, God wants sex, God wants freedom, God wants semtex...
Roger Waters

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Отправлено: 21 Март 2009 - 14:46:18

Roger Waters (Amused To Death 1992)

What God Wants, part 3


Don't be afraid, it's only business
The alien prophet sighed
The vulture and the magpie
Took the cash box from its hook
The monkey in the corner wrote
The figures in his book

Crazed, the checkout lady's fingers

Flash across the till
The captain posts
The menu for the day
And in banks across the world
Christian, Moslem, Hindu, Jew,
And people of every
Race, creed, color, tint, or hue
Get down on their knees and pray
The raccoon and the groundhog
Neatly make up bags of change
But the monkey in the corner
Well he's slowly drifting out of range

Christ, it's freezing inside
The veteran cries
The hyenas break cover
And stream through the meadow
And the fog rolls in
To his bottle of gin

So he picks up a stone
That looks like a bone
And the bullets fly
And the rivers run dry
And the fat girls sigh
And the network anchor persons lie
And the soldier's alone
In the video zone
But the monkey's not watching
He's slipped out to the kitchen
To pile the dishes
And answer the phone
God wants peace, God wants war, God wants sedition, God wants sex, God wants freedom, God wants semtex...
Roger Waters

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Отправлено: 22 Март 2009 - 12:05:02

Кукрыниксы - Есенин

Пой же, пой на проклятой гитаре,
Мой последний, единственный друг
Захлебнуться бы в этом угаре,
Пальцы пляшут твои в полукруг

Я не знал, что любовь - зараза
Я не знал, что любовь - чума
Подошла и прищуренным глазом
Хулигана свела с ума

Пой, мой друг, напевай мне снова
Нашу прежнюю буйную рань
Пусть целует она другого,
Молодая, красивая дрянь

Не гляди на ее запястья
И с плечей ее льющийся шелк
Я искал в этой женщине счастья,
А нечаянно гибель нашел

Так чего ж мне ее ревновать,
Так чего ж мне болеть такому?
Наша жизнь - простыня да кровать,
Наша жизнь - поцелуй да в омут

Пой же, пой в роковом размахе,
Этих рук роковая беда
Только знай, пошли они на х*й
Не умру я, мой друг, никогда
"...все Хорошие Девушки носят белые трусики."
С.К.

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