Эй! Скучаем?

Сегодня в моем исполнении прозвучит Соад - Сигаро:

My cock is much bigger than yours
My cock can walk right through the door
With the feeling so pure
It's got you screaming back for

cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR
cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR

My shit stinks much better than yours,
My shit stinks right down through the floor.
With the feeling so pure,
It's got you coming back for

cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR
cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR
cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR
cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR

Can't you see that I love my cock?
Can't you see that you love my cock?
Can't you see that we love my cock?

We're the regulators that de-regulate
We're the animators that de-animate
We're the propagators of all genocide
Burning through the world's resources, then we turn and hide

cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR
cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR

We're the regulators that de-regulate
We're the animators that de-animate

cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR
cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR

My cock is much bigger than yours,
My cock can walk right through the door
With a feeling so pure
It's got you screaming back for more!

Песни петь?
Давай запевай =)

Фальшивил немного, у меня всегда ля западала...

Нет уж, лучше поскучать...

У кого есть минтон? Голос пропал что-то...

hater of mankind
Ты чего? Выше нос сонце!

Интересно, антонио меня не забанит за то, что я в прямом эфире произнес слово "cock" и прорекламировал конфетку...

Gr1nGo
Минтон-это конфета такая или чё?

Думаю, что ничего плохого он не сделает!

Это спасение мое...Если бы не минтон, не слышать вам второго трека в нашей развлекательной программе...

Gr1nGo
Забанит, девиз Антонио – “В конце останется только один”.

System Of A Down - Attack lyrics



Grieving each others lives

Holding this in mind

That if we fall, we all fall

And we fall alone



The calming sincerity of steel machines

Have consumed our euphoria

Transforming us into muted dreams

Dreaming of the day that



We ATTACK

ATTACK, ATTACK our fetal servitude

We ATTACK

ATTACK, ATTACK with pesticide

We ATTACK

All the years of propaganda

We shall ATTACK!



Bombs illustrate what we already know

Candles cry towards the sky

Bracing your plants of a polluted coast

Dreaming of the day that



We ATTACK

ATTACK, ATTACK our fetal servitude

We ATTACK

ATTACK, ATTACK with pesticide

We ATTACK

All the years of propaganda

We shall ATTACK!



ATTACK! (ATTACK!)



Grieving each others lives

Holding this in mind

That if we fall, we all fall

And we fall alone



Grieving each others lives

Holding this in mind

That if we fall, we all fall

And we fall alone



Was the philosophy of displaced minds

The bombing of all homes and villages?

Truth is the only sort we demise

Pleading till the day that



We ATTACK

ATTACK, ATTACK our fetal servitude

We ATTACK

ATTACK, ATTACK with pesticide

We ATTACK

All the years of propaganda

We shall ATTACK!



ATTACK all the homes and villages

ATTACK all the schools and hospitals

You have ATTACKed all the innocent villages

We shall ATTACK!



We shall ATTACK!

А у меня круче!
ээээ...Руская народная:

Калинка-малинка, малинка моя!

Вот вам армянская калинка-малинка:

Why do they always send the poor?
My God is of Bible blood with pointed ears
Victorious, victorious steel
Can your spending kneel?
Marching forward hypocritic
And hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection
Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth
La la la la la la la la la la
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Kneeling roses
Disappearing into Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox
Stealing our intentions
Every city, gripped in oil
Crying freedom!
Handed to obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
la la la la la la la la la la
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Blast off, it's party time
And we all live in a fascist nation
Blast off, it's party time
And where the fuсk are you?
Where the fuсk are you?
Where the fuсk are you?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Kneeling roses
Disappearing into Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox
Stealing our intentions
Every city, gripped in oil
Crying freedom!
Handed to a obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
la la la la la la la la la la
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sun
Where the fuсk are you?
Where the fuсk are you?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
They always send the poor!
They always send the poor!

S.O.A.D. - B.Y.O.B.

Гринго
А ты чем занимаешься? Так песен много знаешь!

Wolfenstein
Ты только поосторожнее на счет “за компом всегда” и “скучать не дает”, а то так не долго и до онлайнового секса и надувной бабы.

Ines, подбираю трэклист к вашему застолью...

Раз никто не поет...то я, пожалуй, продолжу.


Green Day - St. Jimmy



St. Jimmy's coming down across the alleyway

Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade

Light of a silluoette

He's insubordinate

Coming at you on the count of 1,2, 1,2,3,4!



My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out

Suicide commando that your momma talked about

King of the forty theives

And I'm here to represent

That needle in the vein of the establishment



I'm the patron saint of the denial

With an angel face and a taste for suicidal



Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope

I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allan Poe

Raised in the city under a halo of lights

The product of war and fear that we've been victimized



I'm the patron saint of the denial

With an angel face and a taste for suicidal



You talkin' to me?



I'll give you something to cry about.



ST. JIMMY!



My name is St. Jimmy I'm a son of a gun

I am the one that's from the way outside

A teenage assassin executing some fun

And the cult of the life of crime



I really hate to say it but I told you so

So shut your mouth before I shoot you down ol' boy

Welcome to the club and give me some blood

And the resident leader of the lost and found



It's comedy and tragedy

It's St. Jimmy

And that's my name...and don't wear it out!

Ines, а что у вас за столом предпочитают больше...SOAD или KOЯN?

Wolfenstein
И что же такого в твоём компе, раз он тебе скучать не даёт?

ну раз все пишем тексты песен - напишу свою любимую
Linkin Park - With You

I woke up in a dream today
To the cold of the static and put my cold feet on the floor
Forgot all about yesterday
Remembering I'm pretending to be where I'm not anymore
A little taste of hypocrisy
And I'm left in the wake of the mistake slow to react
Even though you're so close to me
You're still so distant And I can't bring you back

It's true the way I feel
Was promised by your face
The sound of your voice
Painted on my memories
Even if you're not with me
I'm with you
You Now I see keeping everything inside
(With you)
You Now I see Even when I close my eyes

I hit you and you hit me back
We fall to the floor the rest of the day stands still
Fine line between this and that
When things go wrong I pretend the past isn't real
Now I’m trapped in this memory
And I'm left in the wake of the mistake slow to react
So even though you're close to me
You're still so distant And I can't bring you back

Chorus

No matter how far we’ve come
I can’t wait to see tomorrow (2x)

With you
You Now I see keeping everything inside
With you
You Now I see Even when I close my eyes (2x)

Инес, в таком контексте – это попахивает извращениями.

Вот нашел хорошую песню...для улучшения пищеварения...

Подпевайте, кто знает:

KoЯn - Dead Bodies Everywhere

Come on, step inside, and you will realize.
Tell me what you need, tell me what to be.
What's your vision?
You'll see, what do you expect of me?
I cant live that lie.

[Chorus:]
Hey!
I've sick mom,
With a fuсked dad.
Dealing with your life.
Dead bodies everywhere.
You!
Really want me to be a good son. Why?
You make me feel like no one.

Let me strip the plain, let me not give in.
Free me of your life, inside my heart dies.
Your dreams never achieved, don't lay that shit on me.
Let me live my... life.

[Chorus]

You want me to be, something I can never ever be! [x2]

[Chorus]

Dead bodies everywhere! [x8]

Гринго
Как бы я сейчас не пьянствую, это мама, а я не знаю что она любит!

Axel
Блин! Ну почему если где то я, то всё сразу плохо и извращённо?

Вопрос?
А где-нибудь можно тексты песен найти (естественно с названиями самих песен и групп), а то я “не шпрейхаю по англицки”.

можно... в яндехе например...я тама и нашол... хотя линкин парк очти весь сам перевел на русиш и наизусть выучил

Вводи в гугл название группы и песни и в конце приписывай "lyrics".

SNUKLE
Молодец какой!

Ines
Ну “блин” ты в такой форме написала (как будто со скрытым смыслом).

исдиваешся над снакликом! ***у, снаклик припомнит*** :Р)

Axel
Не, я писала с открытым прямым смыслом

Не ссорьтесь, друзья...Лучше послушайте песню о дружбе и мире...Позитив и только позитив...

KoЯn - Right Now

I'm feeling mean today
Not lost, not blown away
Just irritated and quite hated
Self control breaks down
Why's everyday so tame
I like my life insane
I'm fabricating and debating
Who I'm gonna kick around

(Chorus)
Right now
can't find a way to get across the hate when I see you
Right now
I feel it scratch inside I wanna slash and beat you
Right now
I rip apart the things inside that excite you
Right now
I can't control myself I fuсking hate you!

I'm feeling cold today
Not hurt just fuсked away
I'm devastated and frustrated
God I feel so bound
So why'd I feel the need?
I think it's time to bleed
I'm gonna cut myself and
Watch the blood hit the ground

(Chorus)

You open your mouth again
I swear I'm gonna break it
You open your mouth again
My God I cannot take it

Shut up, shut up, shut up, I'll fuсk you up
Shut up, shut up, shut up, I'll fuсk you up
Shut up, shut up, shut up, I'll fuсk you up
Shut up, shut up, shut up, I'll fuсk you up
Shut up, shut up, shut up, I'll fuсk you up
Shut up, shut up, shut up, I'll fuсk you up

(Chorus)

I fuсking hate you
I fuсking hate you
I fuсking hate you
I fuсking hate you

SHUT UP!

грииинго, а че в последнее время тексты KoЯn пишеш? че нить другое то напиши...

Ларисы Долиной че-нить например... давай твою любимую: "Глаааавнееей всееееевооо... паагооода в доооомее...."

Тогда вот еще одна песня...Она дает нам надежду на завтра.

Bad Religion - We're Only Gonna Die

Early man walked away as modern man took control.
Their minds weren't all the same, to conquer was his big goal,
So he built his great empire and slaughtered his own kind,
Then he died a confused man, killed himself with his own mind.
Go!

We're only gonna die from our own arrogance.

Guar D
А я знаю эту песню! Я её сёдня пела!

Ларисы Долиной че-нить например... давай твою любимую: "Глаааавнееей всееееевооо... паагооода в доооомее...."
хоть и смешно, но считаю нужным заметить, что лариса долина не в моем вкусе... предпочитаю РЭП и альтернативу

Ines

В ванной?

Guar D
В туалете! Нет, я для мамы пела на караоке!

ацтой

Ines
В туалете!

Заманчивое предложение.
Млин все, учу “атцкий” язык (“англицкий”) и буду выть в туалете своим корявым голосом альтернативу.

песня про зайцев...

3 Inches Of Blood - Deadly Sinners

Don’t walk the cold and ruthless streets,
they drain the life from all they meet.
the servants crying underground,
smelling mortal blood like hounds.
as you crawl the sewer pipes,
deadly sinners set to strike.
as you walk around the bend,
you’ll be dead right there where you stand!

CHORUS
flash of iron, leather, spikes, and swords!
mighty warriors with metal on their side!
enemies of metal, your death is our reward!
triumphant victory when you bring the steel to life

deadly sinners
VICTORY!
deadly sinners
WHEN YOU BRING!
deadly sinners
THE STEEL TO LIFE!
[2X]

CRUSHING THE LIGHT!
STALKING THE NIGHT!
DEADLY SINNERS ALWAYS WIN!

kill the tyrants, endless conquest
with no mercy, straight for his heart
bloodlust will overtake, anger and violence
without warning, lightning strikes in the dark
strikes you in the dark
LIGHTNING STRIKES
THE DARK!!!

RULING THE NIGHT!
WINNING THE FIGHT!
TAKING IT ALL!
Deadly, deadly sinners, you at night!

CHORUS
flash of iron, leather, spikes, and swords!
those mighty warriors with metal on their side!
enemies of metal, your death is our reward!
triumphant victory when you bring the steel to life!

deadly sinners
VICTORY!
deadly sinners
WHEN YOU BRING!
deadly sinners
THE STEEL TO LIFE!
[2X]

we are ruling the night, winning the fight
taking it all right to the end
winning the night, ruling the fight
take on last step before you die!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAhh ….. COMMON!!
RULING THE NIGHT!
WINNING THE FIGHT!
TAKING IT TO THE END!
YEEEAAAAAHHHH !!! OW!!!

GrinGo, за СОАД - уважуха))

Я тож лучше уж поскучаю....

а я спою

People try to put us down, talking 'bout my generation
Just because we get around, talking 'bout my generation
Things they do look awful cold, talking 'bout my generation
Hope I die before I get old, talking 'bout my generation

CHORUS:

This is my generation...

Why don't you all fade away, talking 'bout my generation
Don't try and dig what we all say, talking 'bout my generation
I'm not trying to cause a big sensation, talking 'bout my generation
I'm just talking about my generation, talking 'bout my generation

CHORUS

Vstavayte lyudi russkie

CHORUS

People try to put us down, talking 'bout my generation
Just because we get around, talking 'bout my generation
Things they do look awful cold, talking 'bout my generation
Hope I die before I get old, talking 'bout my generation

CHORUS

This is my generation
Eto moyo pokolenie


'vstavayte lyudi russkie' is Russian for 'stand up Russian people'
'eto moyo pokolenie' is Russian for 'it's my generation'

ТРММ-ДРАММ-БОООООО

Скучно..

She was called a scarlet woman by the peоple,
Whо wоuld go to church but left me in the street,
With nо parents of my оwn, I never had a home,
And an eighteen year оld boy has gоt to eat.

She found me outside оne Sunday morning,
Taking mоney frоm a man I didn't knоw,
She took me in and wiped away my childhоod,
A wоman of the streets this Lady Rоse.

This bed of rоses that I lay on,
Where I was taught to be a man,
This bed of rоses where I'm living,
Is the only kind оf lоve I understand.

She was a handsоme woman, just thirty-four,
Whо was spoken tо in town by very few.
She managed a late evening business,
Like mоst of the tоwn wished they could do.

And I learned all the things that a man should knоw,
From a wоman nоt apprоved of I suppose,
But she died knоwing that I really loved her,
Off life's bramble bush, I picked a rоse.

Genocide
Our lives run different ways
Through the rain I see you in the sun
Our star shines anyway
If you wish upon it we are one
Dog eat dog
Every day
On our fellow man we prey
Dog eat dog
To get by
Hope you like my genocide
I find it such a shame
Through the pain I see things as they are
We‘re served up on a plate
The pedestal is high enough to fall
And if in time
We can see the errors of our ways
Would anyone change it anyhow
Our time is up
I bet you‘d only run
If you saw what goes inside our own
I bet you‘d lead the way
If it were up to you to decide
But it‘s not

DISTURBED-MEANING OF LIFE:

Get psycho I wanna get psycho
Get psycho I wanna

Wanna get psycho
Run you little bitch
I want your power gloving juicy flowing red hot
Meaning of life
It’s not enough to have a little taste
I want the whole damn thing
Now can you dig it
Need to get psycho
I want to hear you say it
Say you want it need it
Don’t wanna wait until we finish the show
It’s not enough you hunger for more
You’re one twisted little f**k
And now you wanna get psycho with me
Give in, give in, give in, decide (4 times)
Give in

Get psycho, I wanna get psycho
Get psycho, I wanna

Wanna get psycho
Scratch my itch
Give me your power glowing, juicy flowing, red hot
Meaning of life
It’s not enough to have a little piece
I want the whole damn thing
Now can you dig it
Need to get psycho
I want to hear you scream
Tell me to take you, scare you, f**k you
After we finish the show
It’s not enough
You listening whore
You’re one twisted little f**k
And now you want to get psycho with me
Give in, give in, give in, decide (4 times)
Give in
I can feel the blood flowing through my veins spilling on my soul
And now the hunger’s getting bigger
Come a little closer now pretentious whore and pull my trigger
Free the violence that is building in me
I say now end of the ride murder suicide is how I’ve been feeling lately
Come a little closer now pretentious whore,
I’m reeling with a feeling that I
Can’t ignore
Come a little closer now pretentious whore,
I’m reeling with a feeling that I
Can’t ignore
Come a little closer now pretentious whore,
I’m reeling with a feeling that I
Can’t ignore
And the need to get psycho
Is not a question to me

Весело)))

Getting on a phone with a busy line
Talking on a phone and losing my mind
Never never never never realize
It feels so far, like a millions miles
Give me give me give me give me little hand
Just listen to your heart, don't consider it
I'm looking out at the city night
I see your eyes in city lights

Moscow calling Operator don't tease me
Moscow calling Operator what's going on
Moscow calling All the circuits are busy
Moscow calling I'm going on ain't giving it up

Party party party party somewhere, going crazy
Night is calling me out, but I grip the phone
I'm having no choice
No coffee, no beer, no cigarettes, & line's still busy
Operator on the other end I need your voice
I need to hear your voice
I'm phono phono phono phonomaniac

When I hear your voice I wanna kiss the phone
I wanna get paid for the weeks I stayed alone
I have no one else to call, for you I wanna save it all
But it doesn't get through
I'm going on and on
I feel I'm gonna break this telephone

Ну что ж. Я конечно в этих краях новичок, но для поддержании темы, напишу тоже очень прикольную песенку, которая наверное всем понравится! :)

So f*cking what!

Well, I've been to Hastings and I've been to Brighton,
I've been to Eastbourne too.
So what, so what.
And I've been here, I've been there,
I've been every f*cking where.
So what, so what.
So what, so what, you boring little cunt.

Well, who cares,who cares what you do.
Yeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you.

Well, I f*cked a queen, I f*cked f*ck,
I've even sucked an old man's cock.
So what, so what.
And I f*cked a sheep, I f*cked a goat,
I rammed my cock right down its throat.
So what, so what.
So what, so what, you boring little f*ck.

Well, who cares,who cares what you do.
And, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you.

And I've drunk that, I've drunk this,
I've spewed up on a pint of piss.
So what, so what.
I've had scank, I've had speed,
I've jacked up until I bleed.
So what, so what.
So what, so what, you boring little cunt.

Well, who cares,who cares what you do.
Yeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you, you.

I've had crabs, I've had lice,
I've had the clap and that ain't nice.
So what, so what.
I f*cked this, I f*cked that,
I've even f*cked a school girl's twat.
So what, so what.
So what, so what, you boring little f*ck.

Well, who cares,who cares what you do.
And, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you, you.

So f*cking what!
Yeah!

Спел все песни. Пишите ещё.

пестня поеца как говорится