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Отправлено: 23 Март 2009 - 21:48:10

Pink Floyd

Run Like Hell (The Wall 1979)

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

You better make your face up in your favourite disguise
With your button down lips and your roller blind eyes
With your empty smile and your hungry heart
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past
With your nerves in tatters
when the cockle shell shatters
and the hammers batter down your door
You better run like hell

You better run all day
and run all night
And keep your dirty feelings deep inside
And if you take your girlfriend out tonight
You better park the car well out of sight
'Cos if they catch you in the backseat
trying to pick her locks
They're gonna send you back to mother
in a cardboard box
You better run

Отредактировано: флойд, 23 Март 2009 - 21:49:51

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: 26 Март 2009 - 00:21:34

Pink Floyd

The Dogs Of War (А Momentary Lapse Of Reason 1987)

Музыка:
Гилмор, Мур
Текст:
Гилмор, Мур
Вокал:
Дэвид Гилмор
Dogs of War and men of hate
With no cause, we don't discriminate
Discovery is to be disowned
Our currency is flesh and bone
Hell opened up and put on sale
Gather round and haggle
For hard cash, we will lie and deceive
Even our masters don't know the webs we weave

One World, it's a battleground
One World, and we will smash it down
One World... One World

Invisible transfers, log distance calls,
Hollow laughter in marble halls
Steps have been taken, a silent uproar
Has unleashed the dogs of war
You can't stop what has begun
Signed, sealed, they deliver oblivion
We all have a dark side, to say the least
And dealing in death is the nature of the beast

One World, it's a battleground
One World, and they smash it down
One World... One World

The Dogs of War don't negotiate
The Dogs of War won't capitulate
They will take and you will give.
And you must die so that they may live
You can knock at any door
But wherever you go,
you know they've been there before.
Well winners can lose and things can get strained
But whatever you change, you know the dogs remain.

One World, it's a battleground
One World are we going to smash it down?
One World...One World
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: 27 Март 2009 - 18:07:08

Наутилус Помпилиус - Воздух

Kогда они окружили дом,
И в каждой руке был ствол,
Он вышел в окно с красной розой в руке
И по воздуху плавно пошел.
И хотя его руки было в крови,
Они светились, как два крыла,
И порох в стволах превратился в песок,
Увидев такие дела.

Воздух выдержит только тех,
Только тех, кто верит в себя,
Ветер дует туда, куда
Прикажет тот, кто верит в себя.

Воздух выдержит только тех,
Только тех, кто верит в себя,
Ветер дует туда, куда
Прикажет тот, кто...

Они стояли и ждали, когда
Он упадет с небес,
Но красная роза в его руке
Была похожа на крест.
И что-то включилось само собой
В кармане полковничьих брюк
И чей-то голос так громко сказал,
Что услышали все вокруг.

"Воздух выдержит только тех,
Только тех, кто верит в себя,
Ветер дует туда, куда
Прикажет тот, кто верит в себя."

Воздух выдержит только тех,
Только тех, кто верит в себя,
Ветер дует туда, куда
Прикажет тот, кто...

А полковник думал мысль
И разглядывал пыль на ремне, -
"Если воры ходят по небесам,
Что мы делаем здесь, на земле?
Дети смотрят на нас свысока
И собаки плюют нам вслед.
Но если никто мне не задал вопрос,
Откуда я знаю ответ, что..."

Воздух выдержит только тех,
Только тех, кто верит в себя,
Ветер дует туда, куда
Прикажет тот, кто верит в себя

Воздух выдержит только тех,
Только тех, кто верит в себя,
Ветер дует туда, куда
Прикажет тот, кто...
Curse here, curse there.
A curse for he, and she, why care.
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Отправлено: 27 Март 2009 - 20:04:38

маленькая ночная серенада

дожь идет на унитазе
я сижу томимый думой
тихо какаю в экстазе
одержим мыслей угрюмой
зю-зю-зюрь бачок напевно
на инстрУменте атасном
словно спящая царевна
звук свой издает прекрасный

уо-уо
нна-на-на-на

уэээ
и кака вылезает
гордо мощно одиноко
булькнув в воду вниз сползает
сбрызнув зад чуть раньше срока
мне легко струей игривой
я обдал какашку томно
и рукой своей ленивой
вытирать стал попу ровно

унитаз держа в объятьях
сладко попу вытираю
а за стенкой в белом платье
дама классику играет

уо-уо
нна-на-на-на
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Отправлено: 27 Март 2009 - 22:13:38

Roger Waters (Amused To Death, 1992)

Perfect sense, part 2

Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense

Little black soul departs in perfect focus

Hold on soldier
Prime time fodder for the News at Nine
Hold on, hold on soldier
Darling is the child, warm in the bed tonight

Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense



Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense

Can't you see, It all makes perfect sense
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: 28 Март 2009 - 14:53:30

Richard Wright (Broken China, 1996)

Woman Of Custom

Woman of custom just severed ties
What had never changed had always died so
Suddenly she's opened eyes that
Fill with tears and come alive
Her stifled love sleeping forever was
Unaroused like changeless weather
And little chance that she was ever
Going to smash the precious measure

She never lived with pain, fear or anger
Windowless and tame like a precious stone langoured
A heart enchained, willing to surrender
But now if storms would only blow
She could really feel the roll.

Those years of sleep, all waking dreams
Unpeopled places on painted screens
And diffused in subdued streams
Her life was cost, traditional schemes.

She never lived with pain, fear or anger
Windowless and tame like a precious stone langoured
A heart enchained, willing to surrender
But now if storms would only blow
Then she could really feel the roll
She could really feel the roll.

It's just these words that don't explain.
Eaten alive and spat out again
They jam in the memory like ancient remains.

Woman of custom just severed ties
What had never changed had always died so
Suddenly she's opened eyes that
Fill with tears and come alive.
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: 28 Март 2009 - 15:23:06

бл а где единственный приличный человек с этой расфуфыренной кодлы наркоман ассоциал цветочник Барретт С.?

ну ладно, следущая пестня посвящается
доктору Манхетену из фильма Хронители:

Член ты мой опавший
член мой омертвелый
Что висишь, согнувшись
ты в штанине левой
Или позабыл ты
как когда-то раньше
Ты вставал в ширинке
пуговицы рвавши
Раньше был ты, милый
членом детородным
А теперь, как видно
стал мочепроводным
И, утратив твердость
посиневши в доску
Ты напоминаешь
жеваную соску
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Отправлено: 28 Март 2009 - 17:52:30

Цитата

бл а где единственный приличный человек с этой расфуфыренной кодлы наркоман ассоциал цветочник Барретт С.?

Прошу:

Syd Barrett (Opel, 1988)

Rats

Got it hit down
spot knock inside a spider
says: "That's love yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!"
"That's love yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!"
says: "That's love — All know it
TV, teeth, feet, peace, feel it...
"That's love yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!"
"That's love yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!"

like the fall that brings me to
I like the fall that brings me to
I like the cord around sinew
I make a cord around sinew

Duck, the way to least is less
Tea craving of the metal west
'ell tomorrow's rain and test
'ell tomorrow's rain and test
Love an empty sun and guess
Love an empty sun and guess
pimples dangerous and blessed

Heaving, arriving, tinkling
mingling jets and statuettes
seething wet we meeting fleck
seething wet we meeting fleck
lines and winds and crib and half
each fair day I give you half
of each fair day I give you half
I look into your eyes and you,
flathe in the sun for you...

Bam, spastic, tactile engine
heaving, crackle, slinky, dormy, roofy, wham
I'll have them, fried bloke
broken jardy, cardy , smoocho, moocho , paki, pufftle
sploshette moxy, very smelly,
cable, gable, splintra, channel
top the seam he's taken off

rats, rats lay down flat
we don't need you, we act like that
and if you think you're un-loved
then we know about that...
rats, rats, lay down flat!
yes, yes, yes, yes, lay down flat!
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: 04 Апрель 2009 - 13:51:02

Depeche Mode

Wrong


Wrong!
Wrong!
Wrong!
Wrong!

I was born with the wrong sign in the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique

Wrong!
Wrong!

There's something wrong with me chemically
Something wrong with me inherently
The wrong mix in the wrong genes
I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means
It was the wrong plan in the wrong hands
The wrong theory for the wrong man
The wrong lies on the wrong vibes
The wrong questions with the wrong replies

Wrong!
Wrong!

I was marching to the wrong drum
With the wrong scum
Pissing out the wrong energy
Using all the wrong lines
And the wrong signs
With the wrong intensity
I was on the wrong page of the wrong book
With the wrong rendition of the wrong hook
Made the wrong move every wrong night
With the wrong tune played till it sounded right, yeah!

Wrong!
Wrong!

Wrong! Too looooong!
Wrong! Too looooong!
Wrong! Too looooong!
Wrong! Too looooong!

I was born with the wrong sign in the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy (Too looooong!)
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies (Too looooong!)
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme (Too looooong!)
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique

Wrong!

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Отправлено: 06 Апрель 2009 - 20:30:35

Genesis (Mama, 1983)

Фил Коллинз
Майк Разерфорд
Тони Бэнкс

Home By The Sea


Home by the sea (4 раза)

Creeping up the blind side, shinning up the wall
stealing thru the dark of night
Climbing thru a window, stepping to the floor
checking to the left and the right
Picking up the pieces, putting them away
something doesn't feel quite right


Help me someone, let me out of here
then out of the dark was suddenly heard
welcome to the Home by the Sea

Coming out the woodwork, thru the open door
pushing from above and below
shadows but no substance, in the shape of men
round and down and sideways they go
adrift without direction, eyes that hold despair
then as one they sign and they moan

Help us someone, let us out of here
living here so long undisturbed
dreaming of the time we were free
so many years ago
before the time when we first heard
welcome to the Home by the Sea

Sit down Sit down
as we relive our lives in what we tell you

Images of sorrow, pictures of delight
things that go to make up a life
endless days of summer longer nights of gloom
waiting for the morning light
scenes of unimportance, photos in a frame
things that go to make up a life

Help us someone, let us out of here
cos living here so long undisturbed
dreaming of the time we were free
so many years ago
before the time when we first heard
welcome to the Home by the Sea

Sit down Sit down
as we relive out lives in what we tell you
let us relive out lives in what we tell you

Sit down Sit down
cos you won't get away
no with us you will stay
for the rest of your days - Sit down
As we relive our lives in what we tell you
Let us relive our lives in what we tell you
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: 10 Апрель 2009 - 21:21:49

Mike Oldfield

Heaven's Open
(1991)

Heaven's Open

This is that morning,
It's waiting for you.
The face of destiny
Standing before you.

This is zero hour, now is for you.
Can you feel that power inside of you?

This priceless moment
In your posession.
Answers to mysteries
Stand in succession.

This is zero hour and there's no way back.
Can you feel that power? in it's arms you're wrapped
All through the night-time
'til the sun comes in.
Now heaven's open.
Just fly right in.

Now you stand in that garden,
This is that vision.
Out on the world's edge,
It's your baptism.

This is zero hour and your hands are free.
Can you feel that power? it's ecstasy!
All through the night-time,
'til the sun comes in.
Now heaven's open.
Fly right in.

Waiting for night-time
'til the sun comes in.
All through the night-time,
Let the blue sky in.

Heaven's open,
The sun comes in.
Heaven's open.
Let that blue sky in!

You know, sun comes in.
Now, heaven's open.
Fly right in.

Отредактировано: флойд, 10 Апрель 2009 - 21:27:28

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: 11 Апрель 2009 - 17:31:28

Iggy & The Stooges

I Wanna Be Your dog


I'm so messed up, I want you here
In my room, I want you here
Now we're gonna be face to face
I'm gonna f**k you right now in our favorite place

'N now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Well, c'mon

Now I'm ready to close my eyes
And now I'm ready to close my mind
And now I'm ready to feel your hand
I'm gonna f**k you now in the burning sands (That's how I do it)

Now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Well, c'mon

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Отправлено: 11 Апрель 2009 - 21:37:48

Malvina Reynolds - Little Boxes

Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky,
Little boxes, little boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.

There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses
All go to the university,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
And there's doctors and there's lawyers
And business executives,
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.

And they all play on the golf-course,
And drink their Martini dry,
And they all have pretty children,
And the children go to school.
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
And they all get put in boxes
And they all come out the same.

And the boys go into business,
And marry, and raise a family,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.
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Отправлено: 22 Апрель 2009 - 19:53:58

Andrew Bird

Imitosis


He's keeping busier
He's bitten stones
His imaginations and his palindromes
It was anything but hear the voice
Anything but hear the voice
It was anything but hear the voice

It says that we're all basically alone

Poor Professor Pension had only good intentions
When he put his Bunsen burners all away
And turned into a playground
A petri dish of single cells would swing
Their fists at anything that looks like easy prey
In this nature show that rages every day
It was bound, a part of his intuition

Say

We were all basically alone

And despite what all your studies had shown
What was mistaken for closeness was just a case for mitosis
Weighed deception or mercy
Where others train for the show
Tell me doctor can you pull my file
Cause he just wants to know the reason, the reason why

Why do they congregate in groups of four
Scatter like a billion spores
And let the wind just carry them away?
How can gametes be so mean
Our famous doctor tried to glean
As he went home at the end of the day
In this nature show that rages every day
It was bound, a part of his intuition

Say

We were all basically alone

Despite what all your studies had shown
What was mistaken for closeness was just a case of mitosis
She fatal doses, malcontent to osmosis
Weighed deception or mercy
Where others will pay for the show
Well tell me doctor can you pull my file
The reason why

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Отправлено: 23 Апрель 2009 - 14:20:58

Виктор Цой, Дерево

Я знаю моё дерево не проживёт и недели,
Я знаю моё дерево в этом городе обречено.
Но я всё своё время провожу рядом с ним,
Мне все другие дела надоели.
Мне кажется, что это мой дом.
Мне кажется, что это мой друг.

Я посадил дерево, я посадил дерево.
Я посадил дерево, я посадил дерево.


Я знаю моё дерево завтра может сломать школьник,
Я знаю моё дерево скоро оставит меня.
Но пока оно есть я всегда рядом с ним.
Мне с ним радостно, мне с ним больно.
Мне кажется, что это мой мир,
Мне кажется, что это мой сын.

Я посадил дерево, я посадил дерево.
Я посадил дерево, я посадил дерево.
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