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There I was on a July morning

Looking for love

With the strength

Of a new day dawning

And the beautiful sun

 

At the sound

Of the first bird singing

I was leaving for home

With the storm

And the night behind me

And a road of my own

With the day came the resolution

I'll be looking for you

La la la la …

 

I was looking for love

In the strangest places

Wasn't a stone

That I left unturned

Must have tried more

Than a thousand faces

But not one was aware

Of the fire that burned

 

In my heart, in my mind, in my soul

La la la la …

 

There I was on a July morning

I was looking for love

With the strength

Of a new day dawning

And the beautiful sun

And at the sound

Of the first bird singing

I was leaving for home

With the storm

And the night behind me

Yeah, and a road of my own

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You think you know me just because you know my name

You think you see me 'cause you've seen every line on my face

You want to want me just beacause I say that I want you

But does it matter if anything I'm saying is the truth

You need somebody, somebody to hold on to

But this ain't the movies and we ain't heroes

 

Staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand

The streetlights buzz as the cars roll by and the moon don't give a damn

My boots just keep on walkin', but my heart don't understand

Why I'm staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand

 

I said I want you, but when we woke up one of us was crying

You rolled over and all you said was -

"Man, I think I'm dying"

Our song is over, this band of gold has been feeling like a noose

You place your bets, 'cause no one thinks they'll lose

 

Staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand

The streetlights buzz as the cars roll by and the moon don't give a damn

My boots just keep on walkin', but my heart don't understand

Why I'm staring at your window...

 

The light of love can blind you 'til you cover up your eyes

And you try to find the reason not to say goodbye

It's the curse of every sailor standing on dry land

Staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand

 

The night is fading, like my old tattoo

A heart and a dagger, that says "Forever"

 

Staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand

The streetlights buzz as the cars roll by and the moon don't give a damn

I'm getting tired of talkin', even I don't understand

Why I'm staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand

 

Jon Bon Jovi - STARING AT YOUR WINDOW WITH A SUITCASE IN MY HAND

 

Перфектна песен :)

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Slapshock - Misterio

 

Tumatawag, Naghihintay!

Sa tuwing pag-gising mo...

Lumilingon Papalayo!

Sa tuwing pag-titig mo...

 

Nagtataka kung bakit ka pa nag-iisa

bawat lungkot bumabalot ang iyong tuwa

napapawi ang lumbay...

Dahil sayo...Dahil sayo...Dahil sayo!

lumiliwanag ang buhay...

Dahil sayo...Dahil sayo...Dahil sato!

 

Sumisigaw bawat araw!

ng makikita ka...

Natatanaw ko ang mundo!

sa iyong mga mata...

 

Nagtataka kung bakit ka ba nag-iisa

bawat lungkot bumabalot ang iyong tuwa

napapawi ang lumbay...

Dahil sayo...Dahil sayo...Dahil sayo!

lumiliwanag ang buhay...

Dahil sayo...Dahil sayo...Dahil sato!

 

Ito na nga ba ang misterio

na bumabalot sayo,

na ka tago sayo,

lumalapit sayo...

 

Ako'y bumabalot sayo, na ka tago sayo, lumalapit sayo...

 

this next one is especially for AFX and Crazy_Hamster :)

 

Tumatawag, Naghihintay!

(calling...waiting...)

Sa tuwing pag-gising mo...

(everytime you wake up...)

Lumilingon Papalayo!

(looking away)

Sa tuwing pag-titig mo...

(everytime you stare...)

Nagtataka kung bakit ka pa nag-iisa

(wondering why you're still alone)

bawat lungkot bumabalot ang iyong tuwa

(each sadness covers your happiness)

napapawi ang lumbay...

(loneliness is fading...)

Dahil sayo...Dahil sayo...Dahil sayo!

(because of you...because of you...because of you...)

lumiliwanag ang buhay...

(life is brightening...)

Sumisigaw bawat araw!

(each day shouts)

ng makikita ka...

(when i see you)

Natatanaw ko ang mundo!

(i can see the world)

sa iyong mga mata...

(in your eyes...)

Ito na nga ba ang misterio

(is this the mystery)

na bumabalot sayo,

(that covers you)

Ako'y bumabalot sayo, nakatago sayo, lumalapit sayo...

(i'm covering you, hiding in you, coming near you...)

 

Едит: Песента е sh*t, групата е sh*t, стилът е sh*t, но... текста ... е долу-горе го бива

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you look to me like misty roses,

too soft to touch

but too lovely

too leave alone

 

if I could be like misty roses, I

'd love you much-

you're too lovely

to leave alone

 

flowers often cried-but too late to find,

that the bearty

has been lost

with their piece of mind

 

you look to me like love forever, too blue to lust

but too lovely

love to try

 

If I believe in love forever,

I'd forget the past-

you're too lovely

not to try

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Santa Monica

Theory Of A Deadman

 

She fills my bed with gasoline

You think I wouldn't notice

Her mind's made up

Her love is gone

I think someone's trying to show us a sign

That even if we thought it would last

The moment would pass

My bones will break and my heart would give

 

And I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica

You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything

And I remember the time when you left for Santa Monica

And I remember the day you told me it's over

 

It hurts to breathe

Well every time that you're not next to me

Her mind's made up

The girl is gone

And now I'm forced to see

I think I'm on my way

Oh, it hurts to live today

Oh and she says "Don't you wish you were dead like me?"

 

I wanted more than this

I needed more than this

I could use of more than this

But it just won't stop

It just won't go away

 

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David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust

 

Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly

and the Spiders From Mars

He played it left hand but made it too far

Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's band

 

Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo

Like some cat from Japan

He could lick 'em by smiling, he could leave 'em to hang

Became one so loaded man, well-hung and snow-white tan

 

So where were the Spiders when the fly tried to break our balls

With just a beer light to guide us

So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands

 

Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were voodoo

The kids was just crass

He was the nazz, with god-given ass

He took it all too far but boy, could he play guitar

 

Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind

Like a leper messiah

When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band

 

Ziggy played guitaaaaaaaaaaarrrrr

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He was tied to the bed with a miracle drug in one hand,

In the other, a great lost novel that,

I understand, was returned with a stamp

That said "Thank you for your interest, young man."

 

While preparing his soul for a perilous slide into crime,

He had decided that he would err on this side of divine,

Being told this was wise,

That there'd be payback with interest in due time

So why all the history now?

 

He was tied to a job selling miracle drugs from his home,

At his door every morning, a trophy arrived with the dawn,

With the following inscribed:

"We've followed you with interest for some time."

So why all the history now?

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Queensryche - Damaged

 

Waiting for the feeling to subside,

Paranoid, I melt into myself.

They say I'm to reach inside and find

the broken part of my machinery.

Psychoanalyze the chapters

on the path to my darkest day.

Searching for the answers,

all I see is damage through the haze.

Picking up the pieces of my life

with no direction for re-assembly.

The one that lays beside me

is sharing scars of my broken yesterdays.

Will tomorrow find me hypnotized? Crying?

Mother Mary in control,

domineering stranglehold

sowing destructive seeds

for the scavengers to feed.

Driving the nail into my head,

memory flows like a river.

With the one that lays beside me

I'm healing scars from my childhood memories.

Tomorrow finally found me.

I'm hypnotized. I'm trying...

to understand the chapters

of the path from my darkest day.

Searching for the answers

but there's DAMAGE!

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this next one is especially for AFX and Crazy_Hamster :)

Thank you :D

 

 

 

...

 

Slipknot - Prosthetics

 

Verse 1:

 

Even if you run... I will find you

I decided I want you

Now I know...I NEED

If you can't be bought, tougher than I thought

Keep in mind - I'm with you

Never left out fate, can't concentrate

Even if you run

 

YOU WILL BE MINE!

Ah, fucking you will be mine!

Ah, fucking you will be mine!

Ah, fucking you will be mine!

 

:punk :punk

 

Мноо яко парче.. експериментално... завладяващо... от тези на фона на които хората си режат вените :devil

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от тези на фона на които хората си режат вените

На тази песен бих удрял главата си в някоя стена, бих се хапал, но определено не бих си рязал вените ;) Просто не е предразполагаща за такава обществено полезна дейност и толкоз!

Ето една много подходяща за рязане на кръвоносни съдове песен, която кара стомахът ми да се свива и съществото в мен да хлипа тихо в ъгъла.

 

AYRIA - LOVELY DAY

 

I've been listening to this song for hours

And my head aches but that doesn't stop me

It keeps repeating and now my eyes burn

They have turned red

And I do this to myself

I should get out

But there is nowhere to go on a Tuesday night

This restless feeling

There is no cure for

So I wait

 

It's a lovely day

To never feel this way again

And will I ever find

Someone who understands my mind?

I don't think so

It's just a sea of faces and vacant stares

And they will never be in this place again

 

I have your number

But I won't call it

I fear rejection more than being alone

I'm almost nauseous

Maybe I'm dying?

Over dramatic, but that's what happens

When you have too much time to think about the end

The lights look blurry now

And the cars pass by me on an energetic street

That I have no part of

 

It's a lovely day

To never feel this way again

And will I ever find

Someone who understands my mind?

I don't think so

It's just a sea of faces and vacant stares

And they will never be in this place again

 

I will wait for you to find me

But I know you never will

I will seek to you to save me

But I know you never will

I will try to regain passion

But I'm faltering

I will try to overcome this

But I'm overwhelmed again

 

Lovely day

Feel this way

Lovely place

Never feel this way

 

Намери я и я чуй, сигурен съм, че ще те настръхне.

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Истински подтискащата музика най-често няма текст и няма нищо депресиращо на пръв поглед. Обаче ако се заслушаш става по-друго нещо. Песни като Prosthetics (на Психозния песента не съм я слушал, но ще си позволя да направя една генерализация и да я сложа в същия кюп :P ) наистина предават емоции и въздействат, но те предават емоцията сдъвкана. Добрата музика не ти предлага емоцията изпята и сдъвкана, а тя я създава у теб, ти я преживяваш и пресъздаваш в себе си докато слушаш. Тъжната и депресираща музика не е от типа "никой не ме обича, днес ще си срежа китките" а по-скоро от типа "human condition" (съжалявам, при все че съм филолог, това е непреводимо с разбираем термин на български).

 

Ето няколко от любимите ми ужасно натъжаващи неща, които в зависимост от настроението ми могат, както каза Psychosis, да накарат съществото в мен да хлипа в ъгъла:

 

Mum - The Ghosts You Draw On My Back

M83 - Lower Your Eyelids to Die With the Sun

Jean Michel Jarre - Ethnicolor 1

Stars of the Lid - Requiem For Dying Mothers

A Silver Mt Zion - 13 Angels Standing Guard Round the Side of Your Bed

Godspeed You Black Emperor - The Dead Flag Blues

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Добрата музика не ти предлага емоцията изпята и сдъвкана, а тя я създава у теб, ти я преживяваш и пресъздаваш в себе си докато слушаш.

...

Jean Michel Jarre - Ethnicolor 1

:) На кой го разправяш... за мен вокалите не са нищо повече от един инструмент. Много рядко ме интересува текста на парчетата. Ако съвпада с усещанията.. хубаво.. ако не... все тая. Даже по-скоро не искам да знам какво се пее за да не си развалям впечатлението... като например доста парчета на KoRn които съм слушал.

 

Иначе Ethnicolor 1 наистина е.. mindfuck :devil

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Музиката сама по себе си не е нищо особено - дрънкане в такт с включване от време на време на някой, който природата е надарила с неграчещ (в повечето случаи) глас. Това, което я прави уникална, е емоцията, която поражда във всеки един от нас.

Това, което искам да кажа, Curunir, е, че (запетайки рулз) реално няма значение дали песента е инструментална, или има вокали - всичко опира до това какво настроение ще предизвика в теб. Затова не мога много да се съглася с теорията ти за сдъвканата емоция. То така или иначе създателите на музика вкарват някаква емоция в нея (освен ако не са хардкор комерсиалисти и бълват парчетата ей така, за кеф) - въпросът е как ти ще я интерпретираш.

 

Ето и от мен няколко отбрани "депресантски" песни. Препоръчвам ти да чуеш тези, които са ти непознати (ако има такива), както и гореспоменатата песен на Ayria.

 

Diary of Dreams - Dead Letter

Lacuna Coil - Falling Again

Evanescence - Missing

10 Years - Silhouette of a Life

Darkseed - Forever Stay

Akira Amayoka - Room of Angel

No Doubt - Don't Speak

 

П.С. Аз лично бих превел human condition като "усещане за човек" :)

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Psychosis - Diary of Dreams ги имам, а Yamaoka болния човек от саундтрака на Silent Hill ли беше? :)

 

Обещавам да потърся останалите неща, които са ми непознати!

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Просто обожавам някои хора - как разказват, как мислят, какво ги вълнува... Имаме общи интереси. И аз просто искам да ги слушам (чета). Често го правя инкогнито, не държа те да ме опознаят (въпреки че в един директен разговор - не може да не се разкриеш). Та ето един мой любим момент:

 

Когда я была в восьмом классе, я совершила Страшное. А именно – подложила на стул учительнице математики резиновую какашку.

Сей плод ночей бессонных безвестных работников индустрии развлечений привезла мне из Москвы сестра. На ее взгляд, это было смешно. На мой, впрочем, тоже. Я решила поделиться радостью с другими и понесла подарок в школу.

Тут надо сказать, что математика мне категорически не давалась. Такого физико-математического кретинизма, по общей оценке учителей, школа еще не видела. Соответственно, учителя математики меня не любили и иногда даже глумились. Я, впрочем, им взаимностью не отвечала, с моей точки зрения мы существовали как бы в параллельных вселенных, они сами по себе, я сама по себе. Пересеклись мы лишь однажды. Да-да, именно тогда.

К тому моменту резиновая фекалия уже была опробована на родственниках, и каждый раз это было феерически смешно.Так что это не было попыткой мести или ответного глумления. Мне просто отчего-то показалось, что учительнице тоже станет смешно, оттого что вот лежит говно, прямо как настоящее, а однако же – резиновое! И возможно, учительница даже решит, что я не совсем пропащий член школьного общества.

Получилось, естественно, наоборот. Когда стало очевидно, что гнев учительницы сейчас падет на безвинные головы (т.е. на тех, кто в затее не участвовал), эти самые головы меня моментально выдали, и докладную написали только на меня. Пытались вызвать в школу маму, но мама не пошла – ей было не до того. Поэтому для меня все закончилось многочисленными разбирательствами на классных часах и в кабинете завуча, где мне популярно объяснили, что если я еще раз… хоть что-нибудь…

А перед учительницей я потом долго извинялась. Но она меня так и не простила – не поверила в искренность раскаяния, решила, что я издеваюсь.

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All my life, I worshipped her.

Her golden voice, her beauty's beat.

How she made us feel.

How she made me real.

And the ground beneath her feet.

And the ground beneath her feet.

 

And now I can't be sure of anything.

Black is white, and cold is heat.

For what I worshipped stole my love away.

It was the ground beneath her feet.

It was the ground beneath her feet.

 

Go lightly down your darkened way.

Go lightly underground.

I'll be down there in another day.

I won't rest until you're found.

 

Let me love you, let me rescue you.

Let me bring you where two roads meet.

Oh, come back above.

Where there is only love.

Only love......................

 

My, oh, my! My, oh, my!

My, oh, my! My, oh, my!

My, oh, my! My, oh my!

 

My, oh, my! My, oh, my!

My, oh, my! My, oh, my!

Let me love you true, let me rescue you

Let me bring you to where two roads meet

Let me love you true, let me rescue you

Let me bring you to where two roads meet

 

My, oh, my! My, oh, my!

My, oh, my! My, oh, my! :wub: :wub: :wub:

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Paris_Hilton_Sex_Tape.wmv

 

Paris: Say: "I love you"

Пича с камерата: I love you... can I please... take off you panties.

 

Ей тва е. :punk

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"..Как може един народ да се гордее с трудолюбието си, като от 365 дни в годината 270 са празници...."

 

Срещи с Буров

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Summer Breeze

Type O Negative

 

See the curtains hangin in the window

In the evening on a Friday night

A little light-a-shinin through the window

Lets me know everythings all right

 

Summer breeze makes me feel fine

Blowin through the jasmine in my mind

 

See the paper layin on the sidewalk

A little music from the house next door

So I walk on up to the door step

Through the screen and across the floor

 

Sweet days of summer - the jasmines in bloom

July dressed up and playing her tune

And I come home from a hard days work

And you're waitin there

Not a care in the world

 

See the smile awaitin in the kitchen

Food cookin and the plates for two

Feel the arms that reach out to hold me

In the evening when the day is through

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hello my name is claude, what's yours i'm pleased to meet you i think we met before but i'm sorry i don't remember think i've seen your face before but i hope somewhere soon, just another day when i am locked upstairs in my room just wanna get born again make me warm again just another day with my friend just another day wasted again don't suppose and then again what's that i didn't hear you listening to my old friend whispering in my ear and did say tell ya i'm sorry well i didn't really mean it going back inside too wise to let me hide make me warm again yeah make me warm again yeah just another day with my friend just another day wasted again just another day like all the rest just another day spent in my head where all the good times that you've had are left behind you and all the bad times that you've known are locked inside you where all things you never known are locked outside you and all the good times that you've had are locked inside you (Don't stop tick tock) Just another day with my friend Just another day wasted again Just another day like all the rest Just another day spent in my head Just another day like all the rest Just another day well spent Don't stop tick tock

 

12 Rounds - 'Just Another Day'

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наистина най-якия ММА хайлайт... твърде малко хора виждат красотата.

Лоол, красота индийд, майна.Е, тва е риъл тупалка.А пък как завършва..

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