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Apr 30, 2002, 14:20
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10  |  Pesni nashi ljubimie BY Emesiz;;;;Мне бы хотелось открыть топик, где можно было бы написать наши любимые стихи. В "Цитатах" стихов все таки не напишешь. Прошу.]] By me....isk inchi chergenq...inchqan mardu banvorutjun@ cujc a talis poezian ...enqan el erajshtutjun@....u mi xntranq ...ete erg greq...greq naev ov a katarum...mersi
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May 2, 2002, 13:43
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10 | tak hayer sharnakecinq erger grel......mi hat el Ceimson I TALK TO THE WIND Said the straight man to the late man Where have you been I've been here and I've been there And I've been in between. I talk to the wind My words are all carried away I talk to the wind The wind does not hear The wind cannot hear. I'm on the outside looking inside What do I see Much confusion, disillusion All around me. You don't possess me Don't impress me Just upset my mind Can't instruct me or conduct me Just use up my time I talk to the wind My words are all carried away I talk to the wind The wind does not hear The wind cannot hear.
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May 2, 2002, 14:23
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| The Reloaded  Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: behind the flesh and gelatinе of soft dull eyes
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45 | подражание кайли миноуг: it's in your ass i can tell what you'r feelin' my ass is flickerin' too 
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May 2, 2002, 14:45
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| Младенец Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Yerevan
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10 | Jethro Tull Thick As A Brick Really don't mind if you sit this one out. My words but a whisper -- your deafness a SHOUT. I may make you feel but I can't make you think. Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink. So you ride yourselves over the fields and you make all your animal deals and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick. And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction the moral melee. The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way. But your new shoes are worn at the heels and your suntan does rapidly peel and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick. And the love that I feel is so far away: I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you shake your head and say it's a shame. Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth. Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth. Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.
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May 2, 2002, 18:03
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10 | to HR hargvec u raz delo do etogo doshlo to xndrem Jethro Tull Songs From The Wood Let me bring you songs from the wood: To make you feel much better than you could know-ust you down from tip to toe - Show you how the garden grows - Hold you steady as you go - Join the chorus if you can: It'll make of you an honest man. Let me bring you love from the field: Poppies red and roses filled with summer rain To heal the wound and still the pain That threatens again and again As you drag down every lovers' lane. Life's long celebration's here. I'll toast you all in penny cheer. Let me bring you all things refined: Galliards and I te songs served in chill- ing ale. Greeting well-met fellow, hail! I am the wind to fill your sail. I am the cross to take your nail: A singer of these ageless times - With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes.
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May 2, 2002, 18:30
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| Дошкольник  Join Date: Feb 2002 Location: Yeravan
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10 | Alanis Morissette That I would be good Hand in my pocket That I would be good even if i did nothing that I would be good even if i got the thumbs down that I would be good if I got and stayed sick that I would be good even if I gained ten pounds that i would be fine even if I went bankrupt that i would be good if I lost my hair and my youth that i would be great if I was no longer queen that i would be grand if i was not all knowing that i would be loved even when i numb myself that i would be good even when i am overwhelmed that i would be loved even when i was fuming that i would be good even if i was clingy that i would be good even if i lost sanity that i would be good whether with or without you Hand in my pocket I'm broke but I'm happy I'm poor but I'm kind I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah I'm high but I'm grounded I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed I'm lost but I'm hopeful baby What it all comes down to Is that everything's gonna be fine fine fine I've got one hand in my pocket And the other one is giving a high five I feel drunk but I'm sober I'm young and I'm underpaid I'm tired but I'm working, yeah I care but I'm restless I'm here but I'm really gone I'm wrong and I'm sorry baby What it all comes down to Is that everything's gonna be quite alright I've got one hand in my pocket And the other one is flicking a cigarette What it all comes down to Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet I've got one hand in my pocket And the other one is giving the peace sign I'm free but I'm focused I'm green but I'm wise I'm hard but I'm friendly baby I'm sad but I'm laughing I'm brave but I'm chicken **** I'm sick but I'm pretty baby What it all comes down to Is that no one's really got it figured out just yet I've got one hand in my pocket And the other one is playing the piano What it all comes down to my friends Is that everything's just fine fine fine I've got one hand in my pocket And the other one is hailing a taxi cab... |
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May 2, 2002, 19:11
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10 | Mi hat el Alanis Morissette. Ironic. An old man turned ninety-eight He won the lottery and died the next day It's a black fly in your chardonnay It's a death row pardon two minutes too late Isn't it ironic... don't you think It's like rain on your wedding day It's a free ride when you've already paid It's the good advice that you just didn't take Who would've thought... it figures Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye He waited his whole damn life to take that flight And as the plane crashed down he thought Well, isn't this nice And Isn't this ironic ... don't you think? It's like rain on your wedding day It's a free ride when you've already paid It's the good advice that you just didn't take Who would've thought... it figures Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you When you think everything's oka and everythings going right And life has a funny way of helping you out when You think evertyhing's gone wrong and everthing blows up In your face A traffic jam when you're already late A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break It's like 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife It's meeting the man of my dreams And then meeting his beautiful wife And isn't it ironic... don't you think A little too ironic.. and yeah I really do think... It's like rain on your wedding day It's a free ride when you've already paid It's the good advice that you just didn't take Who would've thought... it figures Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you And life has a funny way of helping you out Helping you out
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May 2, 2002, 19:43
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| The Reloaded Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: behind the flesh and gelatinе of soft dull eyes
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45 | Myllene Farmer - ALICE Mon Alice, Alice Araign?e malt?que Mon Alice, malice Arachn?e hichtek Mon Alice, Alice Pendue au bout de son fil D?pressive l’artiste Exit, exit Dans ta boite Toutes tes pattes Le black-out Petite вme Comme tu me manques Comme tu me manques Comme tu me manques L’araign?e
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May 2, 2002, 23:09
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| The Reloaded Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: behind the flesh and gelatinе of soft dull eyes
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45 | вот еще одна песенка  из моего архива, поет Green Grey.мазафака 1. тебе песню пропою я, но не эту, так другую, но об этом, там-тадададададам, слишком поздно... с тобой нужно говорить, тебя нужно понимать, но не по- не получается опять, да, уже слишком поздно говорить о том, что промелькнуло, убежало... припев: и тобой, и мной, падая звездой, и поет, и любуется прибой... лето, баю-бай, лето, засыпай... лето-лето, улетай... и тобой, и мной, падая звездой, и поет, и любуется прибой. лето, баю-бай, лето, засыпай... лето-лето, улетает... мазафака.... мазафака.... мазафака.... пабапбабампам.... мазафака.... 2. вот я надену два крыла и улечу, и улечу, тудам-туда-дудадудам, туда, где слишком поздно, поздно, поздно, очень... я тебе ни слова не скажу, а просто эту песню пропою, пабабам, пабабабам-бам, о том, что слишком поздно говорить о том, что промелькнуло-убежало... припев - 2 раза ....... говорят, когда эта песня шла на европе-плюс, вместо 'мазафака' произносилось 'нана-нана'
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May 3, 2002, 14:03
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10 | mi hat el lav erg hatuk cxoghneri hamar Kino-pachka Sigaret Em Am C Ds Em Я сижу и смотрю в чужое небо из чужого окна Am C Ds Em И не вижу ни одной знакомой звезды. Am C Ds Em Я ходил по всем дорогам и туда, и сюда, Am C Ds Em Обернулся - и не смог разглядеть следы. Em Am C Ds Em Но если есть в кармане пачка сигарет, Am C Ds Em Значит все не так уж плохо на сегодняшний день. Am C Ds Em И билет на самолет с серебристым крылом, Am C Ds Em Что, взлетая, оставляет земле лишь тень. И никто не хотел быть виноватым без вина, И никто не хотел руками жар загребать, А без музыки на миру смерть не красна, А без музыки не хочется пропадать. Но если есть в кармане пачка сигарет, Значит все не так уж плохо на сегодняшний день. И билет на самолет с серебристым крылом, Что, взлетая, оставляет земле лишь тень.
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Jan 29, 2004, 08:54
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| eco-friendly  | Високосный год Так вот теперь сиди и слушай - Он не желал ей зла, Он не хотел запасть ей в душу- И тем лишить ее сна... Он привозил по выходным ей сладости, Читал в ее ладонях линии, И он не знал на свете большей радости - Чем называть ее по имени. Ей было где-то 36, Когда он очень тихо помер, Ей даже не пришлось успеть. В последний раз набрать его несложный номер... Но - в первый раз - несла она ему цветы - Две ярко-белых лилии, В знак, что более никто, кроме него, ТАК не называл ее по имени... И было ей 76, Когда ее самой не стало. Нет - не страшила ее смерть, Скорей - она о ней мечтала! Бывало, знаете ли, сядет у окна, И смотрит, смотрит, смотрит, смотрит в небо синее: Дескать, когда умру - я встречу его там, И вновь тогда он назовет меня по имени! Какая, в сущности, смешная вышла жизнь, Хотя, что может быть красивее, Чем сидеть на облаке - и, свесив ножки вниз, Друг друга называть по имени!
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Jan 29, 2004, 10:55
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10 | Seekers Who Are Lovers - Cocteau Twins Brush by gracefully A love as big as a risk Fills you up And you can’t look on The breath of god in my mouth A love you can taste God get some paste He and I, breath to breath Clothed in saliva Healing thru your arm I cant stop hungering for the worst I forgot the use My head fall out the sky And crashed into my palms Jesus God valentine Love On the tip of it The old rivers lack of other sweet scents So sweet You are a woman just as you are a man Creeping on the Gas Is a magic love, like, Like a Flights, clouded peak I was choking on the blood Whose camouflages, lack of soul Whose misty fire, muses soul Kneeling by the harm Which is promising the way His poor essence, under the truth love and heart polish itself I slid my heels but slowly ran So send Lucifer into hell Breeze by gracefully Your love as big as a risk fills you up And I get with one The breath of God in my mouth A love I can taste God get some paste He and I Breath to breath Close saliva, heated through your own I can't stop hungering for otherness I forgot the use, My head fell out of the sky and crashed into my palms Jesus sky valentine Love we're on the tip of it They open us like a mother- sweet sex Some see You are a woman just as you are a man Tripping on gas Is a magic lovely Like a flight, clotted peak I was choking on the blood It camoflauges lack of soul Boost messy frames of soul Kneeling by the pond Which is froze anyway His poor essence under the truth Mud and heart polish itself I slid my heels and swear you will Soon send Lucifer into hell Love On the tip of it You open us like a woman split sex Some see You are a woman just as you are a man Love On the tip of it You open us like a woman split sex Some see You are a woman just as you are a man
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10 | а вот еще две... Только ты -Ночные Снайперы Когда ты умрешь, Я не стану валять дурака,Зализывать раны. На север, Потом в пески. Мы вместе с тобой Флиртовали со смертью, и вот Тебе я дарю ее, Мой любимый друг. Только ты…. Когда ты умрешь, Будет самый красивый закат,Случатся все молнии, грозы и все дожди. Белее снега рубашкой накрою тебя И снов пожелаю тебе, Самых крепких снов. Только ты… Пуля у виска, Пуля наверняка.Улыбайся только своим. Любить невозможно всех, К черту мне такой успех. Улыбайся только своим. Только ты… Когда ты умрешь, Я не стану валять дурака.------------------------------ Не верьте мне - О.А. и Ковчег Посмейтесь надо мной, как я над вами - Мне всё равно, раз жизнь - напополам, Сама в себя, сама в себя, Сама в себя я брошу первый камень. Сама в себя, сама в себя, Самой себе я крикну "уходи!", Чтоб был подхвачен крик толпою праздной Суди меня за то, что впереди, Моя любовь осталась безнаказной. Ведь боль моя сладка, как мёд из сот, Хотя черней земли, черствее корки, Я не забыла хищный небосвод, Но я никак не вспомню лица мёртвых- И горько улыбаюсь я, когда Мне давит тяжкий камушек на сердце, Я не одна - со мной моя беда, Мне всё равно, мне всё равно, Мне всё равно есть обо что согреться... Мне всё равно, мне всё равно, Мне всё равно есть обо что согреться!
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