@темы: Without words

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Текст.

Ночь придёт, разбудит два огня -
Два огня, по темноте дежурных.
Уличный фонарь, зелёный князь
И окошко с тёплым абажуром.

Разговор несёт лучей их нить -
За день надоело быть немыми.
А о чём же им поговорить?
А хотя б о том, что между ними.

- Липа.
- Липа.
- Тополь.
- Тополь.
- Клёна лиственный акрополь.
- Двух берёз переплетенье,
Дальше тени, тени, тени...

Мошкара врывается на свет
И летит по бешеному кругу.
И такой на свете вещи нет,
Чтоб не рассказать о ней друг другу.

- Липа.
- Липа.
- Тополь.
- Тополь.
- Клёна лиственный акрополь.
- Двух берез переплетенье,
Дальше тени, тени, тени...

- Снова тени, лист крушины,
Кошкин глаз, зрачок расширен.
Долго-долго луч не тухнет:
Мы сидим вдвоём на кухне.

@темы: Авторская песня

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@темы: Classic

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Текст.

A warning to the people,
The good and the evil
This Is war
To the soldier, the civillian, the martyr, the victim
This is war

It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie
The moment to live and the moment to die
The moment to fight, the moment to fight, to fight, to fight, to fight

To the right, to the left, we will fight to the death
To the edge of the earth, It's a brave new world from the last to the first
To the right, to the left, we will fight to the death
To the edge of the earth, it's a brave new world, it's a brave new world!

A warning to the prophet, the liar, the honest
This is war
To the leader, the pariah, the victim, the messiah
This is war

Its the moment of truth and the moment to lie
The moment to live and the moment to die
The moment to fight, the moment to fight, to fight, to fight, to fight

To the right, to the left, we will fight to the death
To the edge of the earth, It's a brave new world from the last to the first
To the right, to the left, we will fight to the death
To the edge of the earth, it's a brave new world, it's a brave new world!

It's a brave new world!

I do believe in the light, raise your hands up to the sky
The fight is done, war is won, lift your hands toward the sun
Toward the sun, toward the sun, the war is won
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! (choir)

To the right, to the left, we will fight to the death
To the edge of the earth, It's a brave new world from the last to the first
To the right, to the left, we will fight to the death
To the edge of the earth, it's a brave new world, it's a brave new world!

It's a brave new world!

A Brave New World
The war is won,
The war is won,
A brave new world

I believe in nothing, not the end and not the start
I believe in nothing, not the earth and not the stars
I believe in nothing, not the day and not the dark
I believe in nothing but the beating of our hearts
I believe in nothing 100 suns until we part
I believe in nothing, not in satan, not in god
I believe in nothing, not in peace and not in war
I believe in nothing but the truth of who we are.

@темы: Alternative rock

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Под них бы клипы делать.

@темы: Without words

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@темы: Without words

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Текст.

Forgive me,
I cannot stay.
He cut out my tongue,
there is nothing to save.

Love me, oh Lord, he threw me away,
he laughed at my sense, in his arms i must
stay.

He wrote, I'm broke.
Please send for me.
But I'm broken too,
and spoken for.
Do not tempt me.

Her skin is white, and I'm light as the
sun
so holy light shines, on the things you have done.

So I asked him,
how he became this man?
How did he learn
to hold fruit in his hands?

and where is the lamb, that gave you your
name?
He had to leave, though i BEGGED HIM to
stay.

Left me alone, when i needed the
light.
Fell to my knees, and i wept from my
life

If he had offstage, you might
understand.
If he had offstage, you never would've
taken my hand.

He wrote,
I'm low.
Please send for me.
but I'm broken too,
and spoken for.
Do not, tempt me.

and where is the lamb, that gave you your
name?
He had to leave, though I begged him to
stay.

Begged him to stay, in my cold wooden
grip.
Begged him to stay, by the light of this
ship.

Me fighting him,
fighting life,
fighting dawn.
and waves came,
and stole him,
and took him toward.

He wrote,
I'm broke.
Please send for me.
but I'm broken too,
and spoken for.
Do not, tempt me.

Forgive me, hero, I cannot stay.
He cut out my tongue, there is nothing to
save
Love me oh Lord, he threw me away.
He laughed at my sense, in his arms i must
stay.

We write.
That's alright.
I miss his smell.

we speak,
when spoken to.
That suits us well.

We write.
and that's alright.
but I miss his smell.

and i speak, when spoken to,
'cause that suits me well.
That suits me well.

@темы: Acoustic

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Короткометражный фильм в аудио. Никаких слов, и всё равно заставил плакать.
Сомневаюсь, что кто-то из вас будет слушать это 13 минут. И всё-таки, может.. На всякий случай. Музыка не обрывается. Она идёт дальше, до конца.

@темы: Without words

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Текст.

If God had a name what would it be?
And would you call it to His face?
If you were faced with Him in all His glory
What would you ask if you had just one question?

Yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make His way home

If God had a face
What would it look like?
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that you would have to believe
In things like Heaven and Jesus and the Saints
And all the Prophets

Yeah, yeah God is great
Yeah, yeah God is good
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make His way home
Just trying to make His way home

Back up to Heaven all alone
Nobody callin' on the phone
'Cept for the Pope maybe in Rome

Yeah, yeah God is great
Yeah, yeah God is good
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make His way home
Like a holly Rolling Stone

Back up to Heaven all alone
Just trying to make His way home
Nobody callin' on the phone
'Cept for the Pope maybe in Rome

@темы: Rock

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@темы: Classic

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Снова взялся разучивать эту мелодию, захотелось разнообразить свой вальсовый список чем-то бодрым и простеньким.

@темы: Without words

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@темы: Classic

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Текст.

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man, no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm.
I've been kicked around since I was born.
And now it's all right, it's O.K.
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man.
Whether you're a brother
Or whether you're a mother,
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin'
And ev'rybody shakin'
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive.
Stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive.
Well now, I get low and I get high
And if I can't get either I really try.
Got the wings of heaven on my shoes
I'm a dancin' man and I just can't lose.
You know it's all right, it's O.K.
I'll live to see another day.
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man.
Whether you're a brother
Or whether you're a mother,
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin'
And ev'rybody shakin'
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive.
Stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive.
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Stayin' alive
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man, no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm.
I've been kicked around since I was born.
And now it's all right, it's O.K.
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man.
Whether you're a brother
Or whether you're a mother,
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin'
And ev'rybody shakin'
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive.
Stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive.
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Stayin' alive
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Stayin' alive

@темы: Pop-rock

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Текст.

Снег идет, снег идет.
К белым звездочкам в буране
Тянутся цветы герани
За оконный переплет.

Снег идет, и все в смятеньи,
Все пускается в полет:
Черной лестницы ступени,
Перекрестка поворот.

Снег идет, снег идет,
Словно падают не хлопья,
А в заплатанном салопе
Сходит наземь небосвод.

Словно с видом чудака,
С верхней лестничной площадки,
Крадучись, играя в прятки,
Сходит небо с чердака,

Потому что жизнь не ждет.
Не оглянешься, и - святки.
Только промежуток краткий,
Смотришь - там и новый год.

Снег идет густой-густой,
В ногу с ним, стопами теми,
В том же темпе, с ленью той
Или с той же быстротой,
Может быть, проходит время?

Может быть, за годом год
Следуют, как снег идет
Или как слова в поэме?
Может быть, проходит время...
Может быть, за годом год...

Снег идет, снег идет,
Снег идет, и все в смятеньи:
Убеленный пешеход,
Удивленные растенья,
Перекрестка поворот.

Снег идет, снег идет.
Снег идет, снег идет...

@темы: Romance

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@темы: Electro-pop

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@темы: Pop-rock

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Впервые за долгое время случилась истерика, когда сидел за фо-но. Играл, играл, никого не трогал, как вдруг не взял дурацкий аккорд, который у меня вообще частенько брать не получается, разозлился да как шарахнул по клавишам... Раз, другой, со всего размаху, три клавиши - ми, ля, до-диез, дурацкий мажор, который я так терпеть не могу. Всплакнул. Ещё обиднее стало, когда осознал, что родители сидят за стенкой и всё слышат. Потом подумал о том, что мне ещё два листа вальса учить на завтра, а я вот сижу и чёртову гамму из фантазии Моцарта сыграть не могу, и этот дебильный мажорный аккорд из какой-то левой пьесы вообще. Потому что руки, блять, из жопы.

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Я очень нерационально использую музыку. Я могу поставить на повтор одну композицию и слушать её до тех пор, пока у меня уши в трубочку не начнут сворачиваться. Три дня, неделя - и я уже выжал весь сок из этой песни, заслушав её буквально до дыр.
Я всегда в огромном страхе жду этого момента, потому что - казалось бы - нууу! такая песня! я вечно буду обожать её до потери пульса, как сейчас. Но я всё слушаю целыми днями - правда, целыми днями, слушаю и слушаю, и через несколько дней - раз, и больше нет этого мозгового оргазма, фейерверка перед глазами или как там ещё можно сказать.
А потом ещё как всегда с плеера удалять жалко.