Відправлено: 10.04.07 23:18. Заголовок: Просто слова...

Пропоную писати сюди слова з пісень, які дійсно сподобались. Але з назвою і виконавцем.

 Відправлено: 10.04.07 23:20. Заголовок: Re:

Электрический свет продолжает наш день,
И коробка от спичек пуста,
Но на кухне синим цветком горит газ.
Сигареты в руках, чай на столе - эта схема проста,
И больше нет ничего, все находится в нас.
Перемен! - требуют наши сердца.
Перемен! - требуют наши глаза.
В нашем смехе и в наших слезах,
И в пульсации вен:
"Перемен!
Мы ждем перемен!"
Мы не можем похвастаться мудростью глаз
И умелыми жестами рук,
Нам не нужно все это, чтобы друг друга понять.
Сигареты в руках, чай на столе - так замыкается круг,
И вдруг нам становится страшно что-то менять.

Виктор Цой "Хорчу перемен"

 Відправлено: 11.04.07 14:07. Заголовок: Re:

usyara пишет:

цитата:

Мы не можем похвастаться мудростью глаз И умелыми жестами рук, Нам не нужно все это, чтобы друг друга понять. Сигареты в руках, чай на столе - так замыкается круг, И вдруг нам становится страшно что-то менять.

 Відправлено: 11.04.07 14:24. Заголовок: Re:

Моя улюблена пісенька!І змісту в словапх вистачає...

Она сама по себе, она со всеми и ни скем,
Она нужна всем, но не нужна никому.
В ее зеленых глазах легко можно прочесть,
Что она принадлежать никогда не сможет одному,
Она всегда молчит, быть может, просто нет слов,
Ну а, может быть, считает, что нет смысла отвечать,
Но, в отличие от всех, она хотя бы не врет,
И если ты так захочешь, то она сейчас опять уйдет.
Еще один день, еще одна ночь, еще один год
Ты так надеешься, что у нее это пройдет.
И кажется, что ждать осталось совсем немножко,
Хочется верить, но она всего лишь КОШКА.

Припев:
Что ей снится, когда слезы на ее ресницах,
Когда в эту ночь опять не спится
И так больно курить одну за одной.

Ты ей все простишь утром, когда услышишь в свою дерь звонок,
Она опять улыбнется и уснет у твоих ног.
И что-то внутри вдруг снова станет на место,
Так далеки друг от друг, но все же кажется, что вместе.
Сейчас она с тобой, после с кем-то еще,
Она тебя понять не может, ей просто всеравно,
Она всего лишь любит развлечения и вино,
И каждая ночь с ней каждый раз заодно.
Она вернется опять и снова будет молчать,
И ты ее не вини, если совсем не хочешь потерять,
Помолчи с ней немного, попробуй просто понять,
Она всего лишь КОШКА и хочет спать.

Припев:
Что ей снится, когда слезы на ее ресницах,
Когда в эту ночь опять не спится
И так больно курить одну за одной.

Face2Face "Кошка"

 Відправлено: 11.04.07 15:02. Заголовок: Re:

шо за хня? face to face punk-rock валят

 Відправлено: 11.04.07 15:04. Заголовок: Re:

ну то таке...
в даному разі це та група, шо тіпа репери...тут ще вокалістка Моська з ними була..

 Відправлено: 11.04.07 18:51. Заголовок: Re:

SkinHate - На хуй!

Як мене все вже достало:
Зранку встати - вечором лягти.
Мене вже все на світі заїбало,
Хотілось би від цього просто втікти.

Я не хочу бачити тупих свинячих пик,
Я не хочу зранку вставати й десь іти.
Я хочу щоб навколо мене було тихо,
Хочу кудись звідси втікти!

НА ХУЙ!!! Пиздуйте всі на хуй!
НА ХУЙ!!! Все заїбло.
Суки, ви всі мене достали!
Тварі! Усе життя - одне лайно!

НА ХУЙ!!! Пиздуйте всі на хуй!
НА ХУЙ!!! Все заїбло.
Суки, ви всі мене достали!
Тварі! Усе життя - одне лайно!

Я вже не можу від цього втікать,
Мені не хочеться, навіть, вставати.
Хочу до свого ліжка підійти,
Впасти на нього, та і спати.

Я вже нічого зовсім не розумію,
Мені вже стало похую все.
Сірі люди, сіра стеля,
Я знаю що мені скоро голову знесе це все!

НА ХУЙ!!! Пиздуйте всі на хуй!
НА ХУЙ!!! Все заїбло.
Суки, ви всі мене достали!
Тварі! Усе життя - одне лайно!

НА ХУЙ!!! Пиздуйте всі на хуй!
НА ХУЙ!!! Все заїбло.
Суки, ви всі мене достали!
Тварі! Усе життя - одне лайно!
Лайно! Лайно! Лайно!

Я поставлю табуретку, затягну петлю,
Я нікому і нічому гірше не зроблю.
Нахуй це життя паскудне здалося мені?
Сіра стеля, сірі люди та паскудні дні!

Я поставлю табуретку, затягну петлю,
Я нікому і нічому ліпше не зроблю.
Я нічого вже не чую, знаю тільки що
Все, що я робив і бачив - все одно лайно!
Лайно!

НА ХУЙ!!!
НА ХУЙ!!!
НА ХУЙ!!!
НА ХУЙ!!!

 Відправлено: 11.04.07 20:12. Заголовок: Re:

Fat Faggy добрий ти...

 Відправлено: 11.04.07 20:40. Заголовок: Re:

Shoot the kids at school,
All in a bloody pool,
I'll show the teachers too,
'Cause they can't tell me what to do,

Getting C's and D's
Saying "thanks and please"
You broke the golden rules,
You're staying after school,

Life is real estate,
To the ones I hate,
Cops say you must refrain,
From squattin', drinkin', and hoppin' trains

Drink but don't drink this,
It ain't beer it's piss,
Rock the 40 oz.,
It's the change that counts,
When we get there on the train,
We'll get some booze and start again,

Living in the past,
Goin' nowhere fast,
Jesus has a place for me,
A life of sin and infamy,

Droppin' out of school,
Teacher is a fool,
Rock the 40 oz.
It's the change that counts

Doin' whatcha gotta do,
And what makes you happy too,

Fallin' prey to drugs,
Sportin' body bugs,
Rock the 40oz.
It's the change that counts,

Just don't get locked up in jail,
'Cause no ones gonna have the bail,
Takin' time to break the laws,
And then I'll lick my dirty paws,
Dodging all the lies I'm fed,
I'll live my life and then I'm dead

 Відправлено: 11.04.07 20:42. Заголовок: Re:

We're all presidents,
We're all congressmen,
We're all cops
In waiting.
We're the workers of the world.
There is the elite and the dispossessed
And it's only about survival,
Who has skill to play the game
For all it's worth,
Reaching out for a scary kind of perfection.
Let's try to keep
As much emotion out of this
As possible.
Let's try not to remember any names.
We'll do it for our country,
For our people,
For a moral vision.
United, we'll make them remember
Our history,
Or how we like to be told...
How we like to be told,
And we rock,
Because it's us against them.
We found our own reasons to sing,
And it's so much less confusing
When lines are drawn like that,
When people are either consumers or revolutionaries,
Enemies or friends hanging on the fringes
Of the cogs in the system.
It's just about knowing where everyone stands.
All of a sudden,
People start talking about guns,
Talking like they're going to war
'Cause they found something to die for.
Start taking back what they stole;
Sure beats every other option,
But does it make a difference how we get it?
Well, do you really fucking get it?

 Відправлено: 11.04.07 20:43. Заголовок: Re:

We want a band that plays loud and hard every night
That doesn't care how many people are counted at the door
That would travel one million miles
and ask for nothing more than a plate of food and a place to rest
They'd strike chords that cut like a knife
It would mean so much more than t-shirts or a ticket stub
They'd stop at nothing short of a massacre
Everyone would leave with the memory that there was no place else in the world
And this was where they always belonged
We would dance like no one was watching
With one fist in the air
Our arena just basements
and bookstores across an underground America
With this fire we could light
Just gimme a scene where the music is free
And the beer is not the life of the party
There's no need to shit talk or impress
'Cause honesty and emotion are not looked down upon
And every promise that's made and bragged
is meant if not kept
We'd do it all because we have to, not because we know why
Beyond a gender, race, and class,
we could find what really holds us back
Let's make everybody sing
That they are the beginning and ending of everything
That we all are stronger than everything they taught us that we should fear

 Відправлено: 11.04.07 20:44. Заголовок: Re:

500 Channels
500 channels of a day-dream stimulation
helps me to resent my life and raise my expectations.
Locked into re-runs, your memories repeating,
and all your ideals seem so self defeating.
For you and yours, the pepsi generation,
and when you're discontent, you change the T.V. station,
And when you hate your life, no qualtities redeeming,
a million brainwashed zombies will always be heard screaming...

And when there is no hope,
"I'll smoke some crack, I'll shoot some dope!"
When theres no enemies,
"I sit and stare at my T.V.
and in my ignorance,
I'll be a slave and sycophant!"

And in a perfect world devoid of all temptations,
the good leftover crizack could unite the nations.
But now the war machines are mapping our destructions
with poisons over flowing in the chemical seductions.

And when there is no hope,
"I'll smoke some crack, I'll shoot some dope!"
When theres no enemies,
"I sit and stare at my T.V.
and in my ignorance,
I'll be a slave and sycophant!"

With my credit and my bank,
my mind will draw a blank.
I'll block out history,
and stare at my T.V.
For me there is no way.
500 channels waste my life away, away...

 Відправлено: 11.04.07 20:48. Заголовок: Re:

2 x2kx:
а кого це ти цитував?..

 Відправлено: 11.04.07 20:55. Заголовок: Re:

leftover crack - jesus has a place for me (rock the 40 oz.)
Against Me! - Those Anarcho Punks Are Mysterious...
Against Me! - Reinventing Axl Rose
choking victim - 500 Channels

 Відправлено: 12.04.07 02:18. Заголовок: Limp Bizkit - Three Dollar Bill Y'All$

Intro

Use your vehicle of salvation, my brothers, go buy a gun.
And go give that gun to Jesus and say
"Jesus...you go kill the deciples of Satan and you kill the nazis, Jesus."
Gimme an amen. Amen. Gimme a hallelujah, brother.
Hallelujah.
Feel the pain of sweet Jesus.

Gimme another amen. Amen.
Gimme another. Amen.

You've got to kill the noise.
You've got to kill the pollution of Satan, brother, gimme a hallelujah.
Hallelujah.
Have you been healed?
Have you been saved?
Has it happened to you, brother?
Thank the lord. Praise the lord.
I love Jesus. I love Jesus.
Kill the pollution...pollution



Pollution

Come on fool

aw...aw...aw drop that shit
straight comin' at ya punk

the greatest side is critical
when digging on my concept
rhythms keep on building like smoke
got'cha running from the law
maybe it's that low end smothered with the freestyle
maybe it's the thought of being on the
bottom of the pile style's bound to the sky lines
keep 'em on the sidelines choking on my fly rhymes
you need the Heimlich maneuver this ain't no joke you're gonna choke
when I'm swinging it to ya

{chorus}
when do you decide (you decide)
then you can know in your mind (you decide)
when do you decide

I'll probably never understand
pollution
you preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
pollution
I keep the grip tight on the mic when I spill
pollution
you preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
pollution
I keep that grip real tight

breaker, breaker one nine
spitting out that skill
suicidal punk let me know you're real

I'm walking on a thin line with the sticky bass
line now you're stuck with the flow running through your mind
so if you're crossing over, let me know you're real ??????
now you get the feel
I rumble like the thunder now you're going under
I bet ya wonder what the fuck is even going down
I listen to 'em stereotype and then complain
I can't refrain from bringing on the pain

{chorus}

so when they tell me to turn down that volume
I'm gonna bring that beat back
and when they tell Sam to turn down that bass
I'm gonna bring that beat back
and when they tell me to turn down the vocal
I'm gonna bring that beat back
and when they tell us to shut the fuck up
I'm gonna bring that beat back yeah,

gonna bring that beat back
aw
gonna bring that beat back
fuck
gonna bring that beat back
yo, yo, yo
J bring that beat back

{chorus}

I'm gonna bring that beat back
I'm gonna bring that beat back
I'm gonna bring that beat back, beat back
Bring that beat back, beat back 2x
back [repeated a bunch of times]
(Fred shut up, alright)
(this is me telling you to shut up...shut up)
(Fred, shut the fuck up)

 Відправлено: 12.04.07 02:26. Заголовок: Limp Bizkit - Three Dollar Bill Y'All$

Counterfeit

Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit,
you're freakin' me out you wear a mask - 5x
freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit,
you're freakin' me out you wear a...
fake

hey man wake up and smell the concrete
strange to see you've changed
like the LB could be identity crisis but I can't buy this
reality bites but that's what life is pitiful you,
your hideous behavior hate what God gave ya,
fakin all the flava artificial minds seekin out the new trends
get in where you fit in
quit thinkin like a has-been diggin
in my culture let me let your punks know
I'm an old school soldier with the funk flow
a damn shame you wanna change yourself

{chorus}
because you're sick of yourself well I'm sick of you too,
fake you're a, a counterfeit, fake you know we figured you out well
I'm sick of you too, fake you're a, a counterfeit, fake I wonder,
I wonder I wonder what it's like to be a clone doin' nothin, nothin'
on my own alone in your misery,
you're bitin on my new style filed as a counterfeit,

going down in history as nothin but a copy cat (copy cat)
so if your fakin that you're phat
you need a ballbat right where your head is at
all your desperation causes separation now
I grab the mic to intimidate your weakness
screams from the limp on your siren
phonies get the hint quick smacked with funk flick pain
for the fakers fame can't maintain

{chorus}

all these phonies you disregarded your life (disregarded your life)
you disrespected your friends (you disrespected your friends)
you've even stolen your appearance (stolen)
from hangin out with my family but
I should have never dropped my guard (shoulda never dropped my guard)
so you could stab me in the back (stab me in the back)
but you were faking me out (you were faking me out)
just faking me out you wear a mask (you wear a mask)
freaking me out you wear a mask called counterfeit,
you're freaking me out you wear a mask called counterfeit - 6x
now you're steadily startin to change
you wanna rearrange
your lifestyle with live like the wild child
with the vibe alive you could lie to try and be so fly
a lie but you deny you're a fake
you know we figured you're a phony (fake)
you know we figured you out (fake)
you know we figured you out,
figured you out,
figured you out fake [a bunch of times]

 Відправлено: 16.04.07 20:08. Заголовок: Re:

RAMONES "She talks to rainbows"

She's a little lost girl in her own little world
She looks so happy but she seems so sad
ah ah oh yea oh oh oh yea
She's a little lost girl in her own little world
I'd like to help her I'd like to try
ah ah oh yea oh oh oh yea

She talks to birds she talks to angels
she talks to trees she talks to bees
She don't talk to me
Talks to the rainbows and to the seas
she talks to the trees
She don't talk to me
Don't talk to me

You know she drives me outta my mind
You know she drives me outta my head

She talks to birds ...

She's a little lost girl in her own little world
She looks so happy but she seems so sad
ah ah oh yea oh oh oh yea
She's a little lost girl in her own little world
I'd like to help her I'd like to try
ah ah oh yea oh oh oh yea

She talks to birds she talks to angels
she talks to trees she talks to bees
She don't talk to me
Talks to the rainbows and to the seas
she talks to trees
She don't talk to me
Don't talk to me
She don't talk to me
Don't talk to me
She don't talk to me
Don't talk to me
She don't talk to me
Don't talk to me

 Відправлено: 16.04.07 20:10. Заголовок: Re:

The Offspring - The Kids Aren't Alright


When we were young the future was so bright
The old neighborhood was so alive
And every kid on the whole damn street
Was gonna make it big and not be beat

Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn
The kids are grown up but their lives are worn
How can one little street
Swallow so many lives

Chances thrown
Nothing's free
Longing for what used to be
Still it's hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams

Jamie had a chance, well she really did
Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids
Mark still lives at home cause he's got no job
He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot

Jay committed suicide
Brandon OD'd and died
What the hell is going on
The cruelest dream, reality

 Відправлено: 22.04.07 12:37. Заголовок: Re:

Christine (Tarja):
In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came,
that voice which calls to me,
and speaks my name.
And do I dream again? For now I find
the phantom of the opera is there
inside my mind.

Phantom (Marco):
Sing once again with me our strange duet;
my power over you grows stronger yet.
And though you turn from me to glance behind,
the phantom of the opera is there
inside your mind.

Christine (Tarja):
Those who have seen your face
draw back in fear.
I am the mask you wear,

Phantom (Marco):
it's me they hear.

Christine (Tarja) & Phantom (Marco):
Your spirit and my voice in one combined;
the phantom of the opera is there
inside my/your mind.

Voices:
He's there the phantom of the opera.
Beware the phantom of the opera.

Phantom (Marco):
In all your fantasies, you always knew
that man and mystery

Christine (Tarja):
were both in you.

Christine (Tarja) & Phantom (Marco):
And in this labyrinth where night is blind,
the Phantom of the opera is here
inside my/your mind.

Phantom (Marco):
Sing, my angel of music!

The Phantom Of The Opera

 Відправлено: 22.04.07 15:13. Заголовок: Re:

Бумбокс - Хвилюватися немає причин

Я точно знаю в тебе тато влучний мисливець
Я знаю твоя мама точно зам воєнкома
Чому скажи мені ти в жахливих снах не наснилась
Навіщо нас тоді спільний дружбан познайомив
Якби мені тоді дали один тільки натяк
Я б завжди називав тебе не Люся а Надя
Тепер благаю відпусти не хочу не треба
Ми родичі я наполягаю що я твій дядя

Хвилюватися немає причин як дають то бери
Якщо б’ють то біжи кричи
Технологія проста ким би ти не став
Зранку встав присідай до ста і читай устав
Телебачення і в день і в ночі
Дорогі глядачі нам сюди надішліть листа
Ми його тут покладем в лото трон
Ви програли пардон селяві і живіть до ста

Обіцяло що дадуть аксельбанти
Сподівались нас по квартирах розселять
Ай немає нікого крутішого за курсантів
Та чомусь діди кругом такі не веселі
Якби мені тоді дали один тільки натяк
Я б пішов в ботани в бібліотеці б зашився
Став би зіркою катався б тікав від фанатів
Та навряд чи сам собою б лишився

Хвилюватися немає причин як дають то бери
Якщо б’ють то біжи кричи
Технологія проста ким би ти не став
Зранку встав присідай до ста і читай устав
Телебачення і в день і в ночі
Дорогі глядачі нам сюди надішліть листа
Ми його тут покладем в лото трон
Ви програли пардон селяві і живіть до ста

Обіцяли роялті від продажі альбому
А по тєліку вони в брулях лімузинах
Я чекав минуло більш ніж п’ять років по тому
Впізнає мене в крамниці тепер тьотя Зіна
Якби мені тоді дали один тільки натяк
я б не знаю ким би став куди б де забіг би
годі надомною достідів ой нєнада
Зупиніть на світлофорі планету я вийду

Хвилюватися немає причин як дають то бери
Якщо б’ють то біжи кричи
Технологія проста ким би ти не став
Зранку встав присідай до ста і читай устав
Телебачення і в день і в ночі
Дорогі глядачі нам сюди надішліть листа
Ми його тут покладем в лото трон
Ви програли пардон селяві і живіть до ста

 Відправлено: 27.04.07 21:37. Заголовок: Re:

Elton John
"Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word"
What I gotta do to make you love me?
What I gotta do to make you care?
What do I do when lightening strikes me?
And I wake to find that your not there..

What I gotta do to make you want me?
What I gotta do to be heard?
What do I say when its all over, babe?
When sorry seems to be the hardest word

Its sad, so sad, its a sad sad situation
And its got more and more absurd
Its sad, so sad
Why cant we talk it over?
Oh it seems to me, that sorry seems to be the hardest word.

What I gotta do to make you want me?
What I gotta do to be heard?
What do I say when its all over?
When sorry seems to be the hardest word

Its sad, so sad, its a sad sad situation
And its got more and more absurd
Its sad, so sad
Why cant we talk it over?
Oh it seems to me,
that sorry seems to be the hardest word.

What do I do to make you love me?
Ohh, what i gotta do to be heard?
What do I do when lightening strikes me, yeah?
What have I gotta do,
What have I gotta do?
Oh, when sorry seems to be the hardest word