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On a day

On a lonely day

 

Hold me

You said hold me

Closer to your heart

Lonely so lonely

It seems we fall apart

Don’t let it fall apart

 

On a day

On a lonely day like today

I awoke the sky was grey

We were born dead

I’m waiting for the day

The day we rise again

 

On a day

On a lonely day like today

I awoke the sky was grey

Deadly pale as you slowly slip away

One day we’ll rise again

 

Lovely my lovely

A glimmer in the dark

Lonely so lonely

Can’t help but break apart

No glue to mend this heart

I always fall

I always fall apart

 

Don’t hold on to me

My love won’t set you free

As empty as can be

I wander aimlessly

 

De/Vision...

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Theres a feeling within

Getting under my skin

Breakdown

My plane just hit the ground

Got control over me

Got a rise out of me

Downfall

Full tilt against the wall

 

Of all the things I would ever do

I only regret the fact

That I ever put my trust in you

 

I can't go on denying

A part of me is dying

Whenever I'm in you

Is it me?

Is it you?

I can't go on pretending

This is how we're ending

I stopped dreaming of you

And the things we would do

 

Like a thorn in the side

A distortion of life

No way, can't take another day

Every storm you create

Every feeling I fake

Wake up, my truth became a slut

 

How hard you try, no matter what you do

In the end, my dear

Your love won't never be enough for two

 

I can't go on denying

A part of me is dying

Whenever I'm in you

Is it me?

Is it you?

I can't go on pretending

This is how we're ending

I stopped dreaming of you

And the things we would do

 

I can't go on denying...

 

I can't go on pretending

This is how we're ending

I stopped dreaming of you

And the things we would do

 

This is how we're ending

I'm not dreaming of you

This is how we're ending

I'm not dreaming of you

 

I'm not dreaming of you

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AC/DC - Let there be rock

 

In the beginning

Back in nineteen fifty-five

Man didn't know about a rock 'n' roll show

And all that jive

The white man had the smoltz

The black man had the blues

No one knew what they was gonna do

But Tchaikovsky had the news

He said -

 

"Let there be light", and there was light

"Let there be sound", and there was sound

"Let there be drums", and there was drums

"Let there be guitar", and there was guitar

"Let there be rock"

 

And it came to pass

That rock 'n' roll was born

All across the land every rockin' band

Was blowing up a storm

The guitarman got famous

The businessman got rich

And in every bar there was a super star

With a seven year itch

There were fifteen million fingers

Learning how to play

And you could hear the fingers picking

And this is what they had to say

 

"Let there be light"

"Sound"

"Drums"

"Guitar"

"Let there be rock"

 

One night in a club called `The Shaking Hand'

There was a ninety-two decibel rocking band

The music was good and the music was loud

And the singer turned and he said to the crowd -

"Let there be rock"

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Imagine - John Lennon

 

Imagine there's no heaven,

It's easy if you try,

No hell below us,

Above us only sky,

Imagine all the people

living for today...

 

Imagine there's no countries,

It isnt hard to do,

Nothing to kill or die for,

No religion too,

Imagine all the people

living life in peace...

 

Imagine no possesions,

I wonder if you can,

No need for greed or hunger,

A brotherhood of man,

Imagine all the people

Sharing all the world...

 

You may say Im a dreamer,

but Im not the only one,

I hope some day you'll join us,

And the world will live as one.

 

rest in peace

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"Ако можех да съм рибар, щях да бъда рибар. Ако можех да бъда нещо друго, а не това, което съм, бих го направил. Не е много леко да си творец. Разбирате ли, да пишеш не е удоволствие, а мъчение. Четох за Ван Гог, Бетховен и другите- онзи ден четох една статия- ами ако тогава е имало психиатри, нямаше да имаме сега великите картини на Гоген. А тия мръсни копелета ни изстискват до смърт и затова сме като дресирани животни в цирк. В такъв смисъл ми е обидно да съм творец, да свиря за разни идиоти, които нищо не разбират. Те нищо не чувстват; аз съм този, който чувства, защото аз изразявам чувства. Те водят въображаем живот чрез мен и чрез другите творци, а ние сме тези, които... Същото е дори с боксьорите- когато Оскар се появи на ринга, се скъсваха да го освиркват. Удари Клей само веднъж и започнаха да го аплодират. Ето това ми е обидно. Аз всъщност бих предпочел да съм сред зрителите, но не мога. Винаги съм мечтал да стана рибар. Знам, че е глупаво и че предпочитам да съм богат, отколкото беден и така нататък, но болката... Как ми се ще да съм... Невежеството е блажено състояние, нещо такова. Ако си невеж, не те боли, или поне на мене така ми се струва."

 

Watching The Wheels

People say I'm crazy doing what I'm doing,

Well they give me all kinds of warnings to save me from ruin,

When I say that I'm o.k. they look at me kind of strange,

Surely your not happy now you no longer play the game,

 

People say I'm lazy dreaming my life away,

Well they give me all kinds of advice designed to enlighten me,

When I tell that I'm doing Fine watching shadows on the wall,

Don't you miss the big time boy you're no longer on the ball?

 

I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round,

I really love to watch them roll,

No longer riding on the merry-go-round,

I just had to let it go,

 

People asking questions lost in confusion,

Well I tell them there's no problem,

Only solutions,

Well they shake their heads and they look at me as if I've lost my mind,

I tell them there's no hurry...

I'm just sitting here doing time,

 

I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round,

I really love to watch them roll,

No longer riding on the merry-go-round,

I just had to let it go.

 

John Lennon

(October 9, 1940 – December 8, 1980)

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Михаил Белчев - Откровение

Не съм изпял до края песента,

не съм разказал цялото си лято.

По слънцето останаха петна,

дано със лакът ги изтрие някой.

 

Китарата ми - кой ли я проби?

Вода нахлу в корубата и куха

и бяла кърпа в струните извих -

дано останат пръстите ми сухи.

 

По дъното ще стигна до брега -

'не е дълбоко' махам отдалече,

а всички много кротко се пекат,

не виждат флага как чернее вече.

Не виждат флага как чернее вече.

 

И вдетинявам своето лице,

тъй както често свива се юмрука,

седи си мой приятел срещу мен,

въздишаме и гледаме наслука.

 

По дъното ще стигна до брега -

'не е дълбоко' махам отдалече,

а всички много кротко се пекат,

не виждат флага как чернее вече.

Не виждат флага как чернее вече.

 

Остана ми една-едничка стръв -

към своята си мъка да доплувам.

Приятеля оставих в кафене,

в което даже нищо се купува

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Depeche mode - It`s called a heart

 

There's something beating here inside my body

And it's called a heart

You know how easy it is

To tear it apart

If I lend it to you

Will you keep it safe for me

I'll lend it to you

If you treat it tenderly

There's something beating here inside my body

And it's called a heart

 

There's a sun shining in the sky

But that's not the reason why

I'm feeling warm inside

The answer isn't classified, it's my heart

From the moment I started

I tried to be goodhearted

Yes I tried my best

And more or less

I spoke from my heart

 

There's a lot to be learnt

And you learn when you heart gets burnt

 

Hearts could never be owned

Hearts only come on loan

If I want it back

I will take it back, I'll take my heart

But I will try my best and more or less

I will speak from my heart

Yes I will speak from my heart

Speak from my heart

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Душа примряла на прозореца увисна

на въжета изтъкани с бледи пурпурни лъжи

истина изхълца, шия си отпусна

каза сбогом на блуждаещи искри

напусна блясъци неистински

затри надежди уж добри

отлетя към светове където

истина в очите бди

 

yanaaneva

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Coldplay-Clocks

 

 

Lights go out and I can't be saved

Tides that I tried to swim against

You've put me down upon my knees

Oh I beg, I beg and plead (singing)

Come out of things unsaid, shoot an apple of my head (and a)

Trouble that can't be named, tigers waiting to be tamed (singing)

You are, you are

 

Confusion never stops, closing walls and ticking clocks (gonna)

Come back and take you home, I could not stop, that you now know (singing)

Come out upon my seas, curse missed opportunities (am I)

A part of the cure, or am I part of the disease (singing)

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И така те тръгнаха нататък и след като повървяха малко, Кристофър Робин попита:

- Какво най-много обичаш да правиш на този свят, Пух?

- Ами - каза Пух - какво обичам най-много ... - И той се спря да помисли, Защото, при все че да Ядеш Мед е много хубаво нещо, има един миг, точно преди да започнеш да ядеш, който е по-хубав, отколкото когато вече си започнал, но той не знаеше как се нарича това. После си помисли, че да бъде с Кристофър Робин е много хубаво нещо и да имаш приятел като Прасчо до себе си също е много хубаво. И като размисли всичко това, той каза: "Това, което обичам най-много на този свят, е Аз и Прасчо да дойдем да те видим и ти да ни кажеш: "Какво ще кажете за нещо малко?", и аз да кажа: "Не бих имал нищо против, а ти, Прасчо?", и вън да е ден за тананикане и птичките да пеят.

- И на мен това ми харесва - каза Кристофър Робин. - Но най обичам да правя Нищо.

- Как го правиш Нищото? - попита Пух, след като дълго се чуди.

- Ами когато някой ти викне - точно когато си тръгнал да го правиш - "Какво ще правиш, Кристофър Робин?", и ти отговориш: "О, нищо", и тогава отиваш и го правиш.

- О, разбрах! - каза Пух.

- Ето това, което сега правим, е нищо.

- О, разбрах - каза пак Пух.

- То значи да се скиташ, да се вслушваш във всичко, което не можеш да чуеш, и за нищо да не те е грижа.

- О! - каза Пух.

 

 

Къщичката в Къта на Пух

Алън А. Милн

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There's another world inside of me

That you may never see

There're secrets in this life

That I can't hide

Somewhere in this darkness

There's a light that I can't find

Maybe it's too far away...

Maybe I'm just blind...

 

Maybe I'm just blind...

 

[chorus]

So hold me when I'm here

Right me when I'm wrong

Hold me when I'm scared

And love me when I'm gone

Everything I am

And everything in me

Wants to be the one

You wanted me to be

I'll never let you down

Even if I could

I'd give up everything

If only for your good

So hold me when I'm here

Right me when I'm wrong

You can hold me when I'm scared

You won't always be there

So love me when I'm gone

[end chorus]

 

Love me when I'm gone...

 

When your education x-ray

Can not see under my skin

I won't tell you a damn thing

That I could not tell my friends

Roaming through this darkness

I'm alive but I'm alone

Part of me is fighting this

But part of me is gone

 

[chorus]

 

Maybe I'm just blind...

 

[chorus]

 

Love me when I'm gone...

 

Love me when I'm gone

When I'm Gone

When I'm Gone

When I'm Gone

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Well I'm rather upper class high society

God's gift to ballroom notoriety

And I always fill my ballroom

The event is never small

The social pages say I've got

The biggest balls of all

 

I've got big balls

I've got big balls

They're such big balls

And they're dirty big balls

And he's got big balls

And she's got big balls

But we've got the biggest balls of them all

 

And my balls are always bouncing

My ballroom always full

And everybody comes and comes again

If your name is on the guest list

No one can take you higher

Everybody says I've got

Great balls of fire

 

I've got big balls

Oh I've got big balls

And they're such big balls

Dirty big balls

And he's got big balls

And she's got big balls

But we've got the biggest balls of them all

 

Some balls are held for charity

And some for fancy dress

But when they're held for pleasure

They're the balls that I like best

My balls are always bouncing

To the left and to the right

It's my belief that my big balls

Should be held every night

 

(oh) We've got big balls

We've got big balls

We've got big balls

Dirty big balls

He's got big balls

She's got big balls

But we've got the biggest balls of them all

 

(oh we've got big balls, we've got big balls...)

And I'm just itching to tell you about them

Oh we have such wonderful fun

Seafood cocktail, crabs, crayfish... (but we've got the biggest balls of them all)

 

ball sucker (11 times)

ACDC.jpg

big balls

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When you start to feel comfortably numb

and when you listen but everything is out of tune

and when you have lost your focus

and when you ask yourself is there anybody in there

and when you see nobody out there

and when you feel the ice in you growing a bit every day

and when you have all the time in the world

and when you have nothing to do

and when you just stare blank

and when you see in color only your memories

and when you want to turn off the sun

it's maybe the time

when you have to pack your stuff

and go.

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Ти никога не ще си моя, никога!

Аз знам това и все пак те обичам.

Не аз самият - той ти се обрича.

И двама с теб - разнопосочни влакове

един към друг се носим като слепи.

С надежда да се срещнем. В миг. Все някога.

Дори чрез сблъсък. В катастрофа. Все пак някога.

 

 

Дамян Дамянов

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Аз съм мишена. Жива, топла, снишил съм се и бягам през полето. По мен стрелят всички, които си щато. Лицето ми е мръсно и потно, дрехите ми са мръсни, обущата-скъсани, под ноктите ми черно от кръв. Приличам сигурно на луд. Нямам нито време, нито сили да мисля за себе си. Бягам. Без никаква надежда да оцелея.

Веднъж разглеждах предреволюционни снимки в един красив английски албум и ми хрумна простичката мисъл, че всички снимани ама всеки момент ще станат мишена на нещастието и то ще ги разгемби всичките. Че брадищата от Волга с опулените като на раци очи, наконтените търговки с мургавелчото продавач до полите им, императорът на пъна, баща на Набоков със смаяно-стреснато като на всички либерали чело, четирите тенесистки с яйцевидните си ракети в харковското си имение, офицерите, обсъждащи небрежно "Русское слово", захлупените селяни, дето не смеят да погледнат в обектива-че всички те са събрани и подготвени за страдание и че въпреки безметежността им страданието вече избива на лицата им. Нещо повече-готовността им за страдание. Не съпротива, а пионерски поздрав. Готовност за унижения. За мъченическа смърт.

Обзе ме странно безпокойство. Такъв прочит на снимките щеше да е разбираем, ако се имаше предвид знанието за бъдещето, но не можех да се откажа от мисълта, че бъдещото страдание присъства в сънародниците и обективно, които и да са те, независимо от злобата, обичта и светогледа, независимо от мен.

На лицата лежеше сянката на жертви, много по-силна от сянката на смъртта, естествена за всяка снимка. Помислих си:завесата се вдига. В Русия има една особена добавка към обикновената смъртност и дори в един безобиден албум руските лица са прекрасни с онази изразителност, която дава единствено насилствено напускане на живота. Прозрачността им, бледостта им като отблясък на посмъртна маска, на смиреното лежане в ковчега с разстреляно лице красиво контрастират със самонадеяността на чуждите физиономии. А в най-добрите руски състрадателни портрети, като на Крамской, виждаме любуване на нещастието.

 

Виктор Ерофеев

"Енциклопедия на руската душа"

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Gary Moore - Always gonna love you

 

 

It's not the same when I look in her eyes.

The magic's not there.

And when I look, I realize

What we could have shared.

 

I'm always gonna love you

If loving means forever.

I'm always gonna want you.

I don't think I could ever

Just forget the love we had.

 

It's not the same when she's here in my arms

Or the smile on her face.

And even though with all of her charms

She can't take your place.

 

I'm always gonna love you

If loving means forever.

I'm always gonna want you.

I don't think I could ever

Just forget the love we had.

 

It's not the same when I look in her eyes.

The magic's not there.

And when I look, I realize

What we could have shared.

 

I'm always gonna love you

If loving means forever.

I'm always gonna want you

If loving means forever.

 

I'm always gonna love you

If loving means forever.

I'm always gonna want you

If loving means forever.

 

I'm always gonna love you.

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Моменти от Serenity.

 

- Приземяването ще бъде доста интересно.

- Дефинирай "интересно"!

- "О, Боже, о, Боже, всички ще умрем"!

 

 

- Ако се стигне до битка, залегни или се махай. Остави ги да умрат.

 

 

- Ривър! Ривър! Добре ли си?

- Глътнах буболечка...

 

 

- Искаш ли да управляваш този кораб?!

- ДА!

- Ами...не може!

 

 

И още много други! Гледайте филма!

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My Life Suffocates

Planting Seeds of Hate

I've Loved, Turned to Hate

Trapped Far Beyond My Fate

 

I Give

You Take

This Life That I Forsake

Been Cheated of My Youth

You Turned this Lie to Truth

 

Anger

Misery

You'll Suffer unto Me

 

Harvester of Sorrow

Language of the Mad

Harvester of Sorrow

 

Pure Black Looking Clear

My Work Is Done Soon Here

Try Getting Back to Me

Get Back Which Used to Be

 

Drink up

Shoot in

Let the Beatings Begin

Distributor of Pain

Your Loss Becomes My Gain

 

Anger

Misery

You'll Suffer unto Me

 

Harvester of Sorrow

Language of the Mad

Harvester of Sorrow

 

All Have Said Their Prayers

Invade Their Nightmares

To see into My Eyes

You'll Find Where Murder Lies

 

Infanticide

 

Harvester of Sorrow

Language of the Mad

Harvester of Sorrow

Language of the Mad

Harvester of Sorrow

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Depeche Mode - Shake the disease

 

I'm not going down on my knees

Begging you to adore me

Can't you see it's misery

And torture for me

When I'm misunderstood

Try as hard as you can

I've tried as hard as I could

To make you see

How important it is for me

 

Here is a plea

From my heart to you

Nobody knows me

As well as you do

You know how hard it is for me

To shake the disease

That takes hold of my tongue

In situations like these

 

Understand me

 

Some people have to be

Permanently together

Lovers devoted

To each other forever

Now I've got things to do

And I've said before

That I know you have too

When I'm not there

In spirit I'll be there

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How to fight loneliness

Smile all the time

Shine your teeth to meaningless

And sharpen them with lies

 

And whatever is going down

Will you follow around

That's how you fight loneliness

 

You laugh at every joke

Drag your blanket blindly

Fill your heart with smoke

 

And the first thing that you want

Will be the last thing you'll ever need

That's how you fight it

 

Just smile all the time

Just smile all the time

 

Wilco

How to Fight Loneliness

p.s.наистина страхотно парче...страхотен текст.чуйте го,ако имате възможност.

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Mumbo jumbo, listen to the whispers of madness

We have climbed mountains of dust

We have seen gold gather rust

Hocus pocus the stampede of my heart

We have sailed on the stars through the air

We have flown on the wings of a prayer

Into the blue, only with you

Into the blue, only with you, into the blue

Gasoline rainbows swimming in the puddles in the street

Whichever way the wind blows we've got the whole damn

World crawling at our feet

Laughing canyons and everglades

Candle flames and razor blades

Dancing through the poppy fields, hand in hand we cascade

Into the blue, only with you

Into the blue, only with you, into the blue

There's a singing dwarf on the streets of New York

There's a shuffling man with plastic on his head

There's a preacher woman crying in the traffic

Crying for the living crying for the dead

The waste of it all, the waste of it all

And there's more at stake than we could ever know

'Cos when we're together we always fall

Into the blue, only with you

Into the blue, only with you, into the blue

 

 

The Mission UK - 'Into The Blue'

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Dead Soul Tribe - Feed, Part I: Stone By Stone

 

A skeleton made of houses

Something out of the nothingness

Will be born

Asleep for a thousand years

Taking form

Stone by stone

Stone by stone

 

Something is starting to breathe

Something is coming alive

What which should never be

Spawned by the demon seed

Don't let the fetus survive

 

Spine that is twisted

Winded and withering

A mouth full of war

Contorted and gibbering

Fist full of promises

Cracking and splintering

 

Her Claws will be made of missiles

Machine guns and aeroplanes

Blood stains and honest faces

Stone by stone

 

Veins will be made of highways

Telephone wires

Entangle the mire below

Stone by stone

 

Something is starting to feed

Something beginning to thrive

Don't set the demon free

Don't let it ever be

Don't let it eat us alive

 

Bullets and war faces

Twisting and tattering

Towers are shaking

Unmaking and shattering

Gears of the gold machine

Quaking and clattering

 

Feeding on hate

Feeding on innocence

Feeding on weakness

Feeding on violence

Feeding on hope

Feeding on need

Feeding on charity

Feeding on greed

Feeding on lies

Feeding on tears

Feeding on bad intent

Feeding on fear

Feeding on you

Feeding on me

Feeding on everyone

Feeding on everything

 

The grand tribulation

Elation of misery

The devils gestation

We tend through the centuries

A surrogate sanctum

In spiraling entropy

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Alanis Morisette-Precious Illusions

 

 

you'll rescue me right? in the exact same way they never did..

 

I'll be happy right? when your healing powers kick in

 

you'll complete me right? then my life can finally begin

 

I'll be worthy right? only when you realize the gem I am?

 

but this won't work now the way it once did

 

and I won't keep it up even though I would love to

 

once I know who I'm not then I'll know who I am

 

but I know I won't keep on playing the victim

 

these precious illusions in my head did not let me down when I was defenseless

 

and parting with them is like parting with invisible best friends

 

this ring will me yet as will you knight in shining armor

 

this pill will help me yet as will these boys gone through like water

 

but this won't work as well as the way it once did

 

cuz I want to decide between survival and bliss

 

and though I know who I'm not I still don't know who I am

 

but I know I won't keep on playing the victim

 

these precious illusions in my head did not let me down when I was a kid

 

and parting with them is like parting with a childhood best friend

 

I've spent so long firmly looking outside me

 

I've spent so much time living in survival mode

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