ShadowDance

Болезнено кратък текст, който по някакъв начин винаги успява да ме развълнува дълбоко, особено в комбинация с музиката.
Този юни не беше най-приятният в живота ми и все пак:

Spock's Beard - June

June
Came upon us much too soon
Then was gone
Gone
Like the mountains of the moon
At dawn

Then the sun came up on a sleepy day
And never went down at night
And the crowd kept on singin' Waste Away
but it just didn't feel right
And the prince and the drummer and the fire girls
Couldn't get our guitars in tune
And I knew it was over when the sound man said
"I wish we were still in June"

June
Telephones in private rooms
Hot bath
Bathe
In the smell of the buzz' perfume
Man, I want to go back

CHORUS

And I knew
It couldn't be true
It wasn't free
It wasn't for me

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah etc.

June
Came upon us much too soon
Then was gone

CHORUS

And we knew
It couldn't be true

хех, нещо, на което съвсем скоро попаднах:):
Song: Uncle Fucka Lyrics

[Terrance:] Shut your fucking face uncle fucka
You're a cock sucking ass licking uncle fucka
You're an uncle fucka, yes its true
Nobody fucks uncles quite like you

[Phillip:] Shut your fucking face uncle fucka
You're the one that fucked your uncle, uncle fucka
You dont eat or sleep or mow the lawn,
You just fuck your uncle all day long

[farting noises]
[Terrance:] Hmm!
[farting noises]
[laughing]
[farting noises]
[Some Guy:] What's going on here?
[farting noises]
[People:] OOOoooooooooooooh
Fucker fucker uncle fucka uncle fucka fucka fucka fucka
[T & P:] Shut your fucking face uncle fucka
[Terrance:] uncle fucka

[Terrance:] You're a boner biting bastard uncle fucka
[Phillip:] You're an uncle fucka I must say
[Terrance:] Well you fucked your uncle yesterday
[Everyone: (laughing)]
[People:] Uncle fucka... thats
[Everyone:] U-N-C-L-E fuck you Uncle
Fuckaaaaaa tonight...

[Phillip:] Suck my balls!
горещо ви я препоръчвам!!:)

Образователно, наистина.

като го чуеш не изглежда толкова зле:):):)

Хайде и от мен един, който е по-добър за слушане, отколкото за четене:

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)
Without no seams nor needlework
(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)

Tell her to find me an acre of land
(On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Washes the ground with so many tears)
Between the salt water and the sea strand
(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
(War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather
(And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

Обожавам я тази песен

А групата и името на песента какви са?

Scarborough fair на Simon and Garfunkel, песента в този вид е от саундтрака на The Graduate. Иначе е народна песен с много версии, но аз си харесвам тази.

Това е английска народна песен и един куп изпълнители я правят: Queensryche, Simon And Garfunkel, Al Di Meola (само като инструментал), имам спомени и за Сара Брайтман...

Ето един интересен линк за песента :
http://www.geocities.com/paris/villa/3895/

Едит: Ех изпреварена съм

хм..
принципно Саймън и Гарфънкъл са едни от любимите ми изпелнители ма тая песен нещо ми се губи..
иначе друга тяхна любима песен ми е Danling Conversation(99% съм сигурен, че не се пише така...
edit: от къде мога да си дръпна тяхни песни?

Знам ли, тази песен ми е едновременно твърде неразбираема и някак близка като чуство.

She Just Wants To Be
R. E. M.

It's not that she walked away
Her world got smaller
All the usual places
The same destinations
Only something's changed.

It's not that she wasn't rewarded
With pomegranate afternoons
And Mingus, Chet Baker and chess
It's not stampede and fortune
Of prim affectations
She’s off on a riot
But she knows now
It's greater than the whole
Of the past
Is greater and now she knows

She just wants to be somewhere
She just wants to be.
She just wants to be somewhere
She just wants to be.

It's not that the transparency
Of her earlier incarnations
Now looked back on
Were rich and loaded
With beautiful vulnerability
But now she knows
Now is greater
And she knows that.

She just wants to be somewhere
She just wants to be
She just wants to be somewhere
She just wants to be.

Now is greater
Now is greater
And she knows that.

She just wants to be somewhere
She just wants to be.
She just wants to be somewhere
She just wants to be.

She just wants to be somewhere
She just wants to be.
She just wants to be somewhere
She just wants to be.

It's not like if angels
Could truly look down
Stir up the trappings
A light on the ground
Remind us of what, when, why or who
The how's up to us
Me and you
And now is greater than the whole
Of the past
Is greater and now she knows that.

Now she knows.

нещо, което няма как да не сте чували:
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.

Мда, дори веднъж е пускана в темата тази песен:) Но е много хубава, заслужава си повторението:)

Е, пречи ли да ми харесва и на мен?
edit:тая дано никой не я е пускал:)



Simon and Garfunkel Lyrics
The Dangling Conversation


It's a still life water color,
Of a now late afternoon,
As the sun shines through the curtained lace
And shadows wash the room.
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference,
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
The borders of our lives.

And you read your Emily Dickinson,
And I my Robert Frost,
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measure what we've lost.
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm,
Couplets out of rhyme,
In syncopated time
And the dangled conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives.

Yes, we speak of things that matter,
With words that must be said,
"Can analysis be worthwhile?"
"Is the theater really dead?"
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand,
You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation.
And the superficial sighs,
In the borders of our lives.

WALKING IN MY SHOES
Depeche Mode

I would tell you about the things
They put me through
The pain I’ve been subjected to
But the lord himself would blush
The countless feasts laid at my feet
Forbidden fruits for me to eat
But I think your pulse would start to rush

Now I’m not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

You’ll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes

Morality would frown upon
Decency look down upon
The scapegoat fate’s made of me
But I promise you, my judge and jurors
My intentions couldn’t have been purer
My case is easy to see

I’m not looking for a clearer conscience
Peace of mind after what I’ve been through
And before we talk of repentance
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

You’ll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes