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Изповедта на еретиците
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Автор |
Amonyak (NomaD) |
Публикувано | 02.10.01 04:16 |
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Ние се срещаме с хората от света; и с тях общуваме и говорим, ядем и грешим в много неща, и с това вредим на нашите братя и нашите души. Благословете и ни пощадете!
Със своя език ние изпадаме в безполезни думи, в пусти разговори, в смях, подигравки и злословия, в хулене на братя и сестри, чиито прегрешения не сме достойни да съдим, нито да осъждаме. И така... ние си оставаме грешници. Благословете и ни пощадете!
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Прочетено... Неизмислено...
Amonyak знае!
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Re: Изповедта на еретиците
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор |
AC (ofte...) |
Публикувано | 02.10.01 04:28 |
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a komentar
neshto naposleduk ni ostaviash da gadaem kva e temata
I am not crazy. I just have been in a very bad mood for the last 23 years.
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Re: Изповедта на еретиците
[re: AC]
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Автор | Lili_27/Aylin (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 02.10.01 14:43 |
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.......аз знам каква е темата.....
...само не ме питай, защото няма да ти кажа....пазя тайна....
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Re: Изповедта на еретиците
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор |
wiper (олигоФренд) |
Публикувано | 03.10.01 05:36 |
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Батка ела в събота да се полекуваме малко с C2H5-OH.
A?
Че като те гледам май си решил да пускаш барда... и да се запопваш;-))))))))))
Няма милост!!!
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бива го за поп.....
[re: wiper]
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Автор |
Яceн (дърво) |
Публикувано | 03.10.01 21:33 |
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ама по-ще му отива да е кюре....
...пазете дърветата, не са ваши...
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Апокрифен линк
[re: AC]
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Автор |
Amonyak (NomaD) |
Публикувано | 03.10.01 22:47 |
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Който разкрие тълкуването на тези слова, не ще вкуси смърт.
Прочетено... Неизмислено...
Amonyak знае!Редактирано от Amonyak на 03.10.01 22:48.
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Re: Апокрифен линк
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор |
wiper (олигоФренд) |
Публикувано | 04.10.01 20:06 |
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Словослагателю,
ценителю на печатните произведения и на сатанинските строфи;-)))
Учителю;-)
ела да ти покажа как се пие мастичка - в "Стригалото" де.
Няма милост!!!
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Ewangelie ot Toma. Be, naistina mnogo nehristianski.
Za syzhalenie koptskiya mi e mnogo zle.
Не ми се връзвай.
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malyk vypros izvyn temata
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | Aledar (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 05.10.01 09:43 |
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I kakvo to4no znae Amonqk? Vinagi mi e bilo liubopitno.
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Re: malyk vypros izvyn temata
[re: Aledar]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 05.10.01 10:56 |
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хи-хи-хи
/me се смее като луд
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Re: malyk vypros izvyn temata
[re: feste]
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Автор | Aledar (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 05.10.01 17:06 |
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Hm, feste, da ne bi da znaesh neshto po vyprosa?
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amiiii...
[re: Aledar]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 05.10.01 17:12 |
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imam nqkoi idei po vyprosa.
/me se zamislq za nqkoi dale4ni vremena predi 3-4 godini....
Ako iska6 moga da ti kaja... na u6ence.
/me se uhilva satiri4no... ili be6e satirski?
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Re: amiiii...
[re: feste]
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Автор |
wiper (олигоФренд) |
Публикувано | 05.10.01 17:42 |
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може да е сардонично.....или- саркастично;-)))
тва за усмихването де;-))
Няма милост!!!
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hm
[re: feste]
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Автор | Aledar (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 06.10.01 12:32 |
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shte porazmislq za predlojenieto za ushenceto. Iskash li da ti go izpratq po neta(ushenceto de)? 4uh, 4e pc-tata imali neveroqtni vyzmojnosti.
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I kato mi go prati6 da ostane6 samo s edno u6ence? Nqma da ti otiva... Pyk i kyde 6te e glavicata ti ta da obraboti tazi informaciika deto 6te ti q kaja na u6ence?
/me predpo4ita pri nego da byde i ostanalata 4ast ot Aledar, a ne samo u6enceto i... kolkoto i da e hubavo to.
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?Редактирано от feste на 06.10.01 13:04.
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хехе
[re: feste]
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Автор | Aledar (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 06.10.01 13:16 |
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е, аз се надявах, че след употреба ще ми го върнеш.
съвсем НЕ-наясно с принципите на пазарната икономика: Али~
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6te moje6 li da go zalepi6 obratno? Ne iskam da zaprili4a6 na Bezuhiq. Pyk i az se nadqvah da vidq i ostanalata 4ast to teb. Ina4e u6enceto ti moje da pregree ot moite prikazki...
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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/me
[re: feste]
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Автор | Aledar (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 06.10.01 15:07 |
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/me se smee
hhhhh
samo da mi padnesh v lapite
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по темата?
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | Aledar (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 06.10.01 16:20 |
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I love your skin oh so white
I love your touch cold as ice
And I love every single tear you cry
I just love the way you're losing your life
Oh, my Baby, how beautiful you are
Oh, my Darling, completely torn apart
You're gone with the sin my baby
and beautiful you are
So gone with the sin my darling
I adore the despair in your eyes
I worship your lips once red as wine
I crave for your scent sending shivers down my spine
I just love the way you're running out of life
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bryan
[re: Aledar]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 06.10.01 17:25 |
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To really love a woman
To understand her - you gotta know her deep inside
Hear every thought - see every dream
N' give her wings when she wants to fly
Then when you find yourself lyin' helpless in her arms
Ya know ya really love a woman
When you love a woman you tell her that she's really wanted
When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one
Cuz she needs somebody to tell her that it's gonna last forever
So tell me have you ever really - really really ever loved a woman?
To really love a woman
Let her hold you - til ya know how she needs to be touched
You've gotta breathe her - really taste her
Til you can feel her in your blood
N' when you can see your unborn children in her eyes
Ya know ya really love a woman
Chorus
You got to give her some faith - hold her tight
A little tenderness - gotta treat her right
She will be there for you, takin' good care of you
Ya really gotta love your woman...
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В събота, в "Стъргалото"...
[re: wiper]
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Автор |
Amonyak (NomaD) |
Публикувано | 07.10.01 03:24 |
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...дойдох, видях, пих
(бира и ракия),
но WIPER не видях!!!
Amonyak знае!
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liubovni?:)
[re: *]
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Автор | Aledar (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 07.10.01 11:37 |
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Look into my eyes
You will see, what you mean to me
Search your heart , search your soul
And when you find me, then you'll search no more
Don't tell me it's not worth trying for
You can't tell me it's not worth dying for
You know it's true, everything I do I do it for you
Look into your heart , you will find
There's nothing there to hide
Take me as I am, take my life
I would give it all, I would sacrifice
Don't tell me it's not worth fighting for
I can't help it, there's nothing I want more
You know it's true, everything I do I do it for you
There's no love, like your love
And no other, could give me more love
There's nowhere, unless you're there
All the time, all the way
Oh, you can't tell me it's not worth trying for
I can't help it, there's nothing I want more
I would fight for you, I'd lie for you
Walk the wire for you, yeah I'd die for you
Ya know it's true
Everything I do
I do it for you
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... ние сме в български форум. Давайте на български!
Защото и аз можех да напиша темата на оригиналния език - на КОПТСКИ...
Amonyak знае!
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взимам си поука
[re: Aledar]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 07.10.01 21:05 |
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... и пускам нещо на български. Леко профанно може би...
Ама само леко.
Имам бели маратонки
и изтъркани джинси.
Ще те чакам мила
на Софийската гара.
О-о-обичам те,
обичам те, мила
със бели маратонки
и изтъркани джинси.
Влакът идва в късен час,
от любов съм окрилен
и за тебе пея аз
ти - звезда на моя ден.
На морето, на небето,
на Земята, на реката,
на любовната могила
ще те целувам, мила.
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Re: liubovni?:)
[re: Aledar]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 08.10.01 01:24 |
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Tykmo q pusnaha po radio TNN..
/me se kefi
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i otnowo
[re: Aledar]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 08.10.01 02:34 |
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Pak po TNN ;))) Ama te vrytkat edno i sy6to no6tem. Heheh sega 6te si se kefq...
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Re: В събота, в "Стъргалото"...
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор |
wiper (олигоФренд) |
Публикувано | 08.10.01 08:16 |
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Случи ми се случка деба.....
ама ше има реваншизъм за теслата;-)))
Няма милост!!!
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Re: Все пак...
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | Aledar (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 08.10.01 20:46 |
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Haide de! Predizvikvam te da q napishesh na koptski.
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na bylgarski
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | Aledar (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 08.10.01 21:01 |
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Synuvah, 4e jiveq.
Beshe samo syn.
Synuvah, 4e sym obi4ana;
synuvah da mi shepnat,
4e sym edinstvena.
No beshe syn.
Synuvah, 4e tancuvam pod dyjda i lekite mu diri
ostavqt ogneni sledi.
Synuvah, 4e pregryshtam vqtyra.
Synuvah prystite mu, vpleteni v kosite mi.
Beshe samo syn.
Synuvah, 4e jiveq.
I 4uvstvah neshto - liubov, moje bi.
No beshe syn.
Synuvah se sestra na oblacite;
potyvah v tqh, popivah gi s ustni.
Beshe samo syn.
Synuvah, 4e se nosq
prez noshtnata gora;
zaplitah se v listata,
gubeh pyteki, no ne univah, zashtoto oshte se boreh.
Beshe samo syn.
Synuvah, 4e jiveq...
Mrazq koshmarite.
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Re: na bylgarski
[re: Aledar]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 09.10.01 18:11 |
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СРЕЩА
Дали аз закъснях или времето бързаше?
Дали аз закъснях или всичко бе сън?
Отшумя като приказка , каквото ни свързваше.
Отшумя като празничен звън...
Край реката редят се , редят се тополите,
побелели от първия сняг.
Аз не чакам за среща, аз нечакам, но моля те
ти да минеш по другия бряг.
Край реката редят се , редят се тополите,
побелели, побелели от първия сняг.
Аз не чакам за среща - не чакам, но моля те...
О, моляте - ти да минеш по другия бряг.
И тогава на моста ще бъдем пак двамата.
Ще си спомниме всичко за миг.
Ще се срещнеме с погледи, скрити през рамото
и ще тръгнем по своя път сами.
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какво животът е? бълнуване. и блян.
какво животът е? измамна сянка. тъжна слава.
напразно са богатства, почести, монетен звън
защото целят живот е сън.
а сънищата - сънища остават.
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Бягство
Последна нощ, а утре ме очаква път,
поглеждам през прозореца, дали навън вали.
Не ме е страх от теб, не искам да оставам тук,
това което остава да направя пак,
е да бягам.
За кой ли път аз признавам пред теб,
че не мога да бъда сам,
безброй години, години наред
аз не мога да спра своябяг.
Защо повярвах на думи, в които
не вярва и малко дете,
защо избягах, защо повярвах
Дали дъждът навън или студът във мен
е това което спира моя бяг, оставам тук.
Незнам дали страхът, че връщам се отново тук,
като странник без подслон, загубил своя дом,
не спирам сега.
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а ти спомняш ли си...
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 13.10.01 10:05 |
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Насам натам ме влачи днес съдбата
Участвувам ли със нещо във това, уоу о
Внимавам много гледам си в краката
И нямам пръст във никаква игра
Но нещо ми става, нещо пак ме нервира
Гложди ме грозен червей на съвестта
В съня ми влиза навсякъде ме намира
Усмивка злобна с образа на змия
Дали да бягам защото
Длъжен ли съм
Не съм задължен /4/
Гледам Блейк, обличам се прилично
Не лягам късно, пия джин във пет, уоу о
И винаги по зебрите пресичам
И винаги ме гази самолет
Но нищо ми няма - на тъмно ще се понасям
Ще крача като спънат вол в нощта
И всяка сутрин три яйца ще снасям
Но моля те не казвай за това
Макар че
Длъжен ли съм не съм задължен...
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Тема
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Re: а ти спомняш ли си...
[re: feste]
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Автор |
Aledar~ (демон) |
Публикувано | 13.10.01 12:21 |
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Да те жадувам
Да те жадувам аз, да те жадувам,
а ти все повече да се отдалечаваш
и аз все повече да съм виновен,
това е толкова недопустимо.
Защото ти все пак ще ме помилваш,
главата ми ще падне на гърдите ти.
Ще се стопят китарите,
ще се стопят китарите,
защото аз не съм готов да те загубя
като ключе от пощенска кутия,
не съм готов, не съм готов.
Да те жадувам аз, да те жадувам,
а ти все повече да се отдалечаваш
и аз все повече да съм виновен,
това е толкова недопустимо.
Защото ти все пак ще ме помилваш,
главата ми ще падне на гърдите ти.
Ще се стопят китарите,
ще се стопят китарите,
защото аз не съм готов да те загубя
като ключе от пощенска кутия,
не съм готов, не съм готов.
Да те жадувам аз.....
Редактирано от Aledar~ на 13.10.01 12:27.
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A black cat moans
When he's burning with the fever,
A stray dog howls
When he's lonely in the night,
A woman goes crazy
With the though of retribution
But, a man starts weeping
When he's sick and tired of life.
I keep on dreaming dreams of tomorrow
Feel I'm wasting my time
Lighting candles in the wind.
Always taking my chances
On the promise of the future
But, a heart full of sorrow
Paints a lonely tapestry.
The sun is shining
Oh, but, it's raining in my heart.
No one understands the heartache,
No one feels the pain,
'Cos no one ever sees the tears
When you're crying in the rain,
When you're crying in the rain,
Crying in the rain.
I can never deny
All the sweet things I have tasted,
Tho' I've been mistreated
I keep coming back for more, more, more.
I know where I'm going
There's no hope of absolution,
I can't seem to separate
The good times from the bad.
The sun is shining
Oh baby, it's still raining in my heart, in my heart.
No one understands the heartache,
No one feels the pain,
No one ever sees the tears
When you're crying in the rain,
When you're crying in the rain,
When you're crying in the rain,
When you're crying in the rain, no, no, no.
(Solo)
The sun is shining
But, it's raining in my heart.
No one understands the heartache,
No one feels the pain,
No one ever sees the tears
When you're crying in the rain...
Crying in the rain,
Crying in the rain.
Aledar~
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We walked the narrow path, beneath the smoking skies.
Sometimes you can barely tell the difference between darkness and light.
Do you have faith in what we believe?
The truest test is when we cannot, when we cannot see.
I hear pounding feet in the,
In the streets below, and the,
And the women crying and the,
And the children know that there,
That there's something wrong,
And it's hard to believe that
Love will prevail.
Oh it won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
Your tears won't fall forever.
Oh, when I'm lonely, I lie awake at night and I wish you were here.
I miss you. Can you tell me is there something more to believe in?
Or is this all there is?
In the pounding feet, in the,
In the streets below, and the,
And the window breaks and,
And a woman falls, there's,
There's something wrong, it's,
It's so hard to believe that love will prevail.
Oh it won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
Your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall
Forever.
Last night I had a dream.
You came into my room, you took me into your arms.
Whispering and kissing me, and telling me to still believe.
Within the emptiness of the burning cities against which we save our darkest
Selves...
Until I felt safe and warm.
I fell asleep in your arms.
When I awoke I cried again for you were gone.
Oh, can you hear me?
It won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
Your tears won't fall forever.
It won't rain all the time
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
Your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall
Forever.
Aledar~
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Пак ще се прегърнем
Мен ми стига.
Ти си тук.
Имаш още мойто рамо.
Стига ми, че без звук
пак се прегръщаме.
Тичат, блъскат се в нас
думи, погледи.
Никой и днес не разбра
как се завръщаме.
Колко улици със теб извървяхме
под небе и липи,
пак да се намерим,
пак да се прегърнем
завинаги.
Как един без друг сме живяли
в тоз излят от бетон и стъкло,
мъдър свят,
в който всеки със вик се е раждал
и очаква до днес любовта си.
Мен ми стига.
Ти си тук.
Имаш още мойто рамо.
Стига ми, че без звук
пак се прегръщаме.
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Тема
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Re: kakto i da e
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 13.10.01 13:51 |
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По този път един и същ
Разнася мълнии трамвая.
Гърми и обещава дъжд,
А аз какво да обещая –
Обичам те до тук.
Обичам те до тук.
До този мост, до тази гара,
До този миг и звук,
До розата на светофара,
До ъгъла но тротоара,
Обичам те до тук.
Сега трамваят е нащрек
Внезапно забелязал,
Че вече съм един човек
От релсите излязъл.
Обичам те до тук.
И отминават твойте крачки
Изглежда, че съм станал друг
След този писък на спирачки.
Обичам те…
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Тема
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Dancing in the Rain
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 13.10.01 13:58 |
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Wind is rising, misty droplets
Touch my face as dark clouds loom
I am watching through the screen door
Behind me shadows fill the room
I can feel the married textures, wire mesh and monochrome
Silver trees, electric sky
Crashing now the storm has come...
But when I was a child, I went dancing in the rain
Under cloudy skies the rain came gently down
I am free - I am flying, I am dancing in the rain
With my arms thrown wide I'm spinning round & round
Trees sway back and forth like dancers
Tied to earth against their will
Rivers run beneath my window
To the street and down the hill
Ghosts are singing in the backyard
Childrens' songs of long ago
Thunder rolling, thunder drum
Forgotten days like water flow
But when I was a child, I went dancing in the rain...
Wind is waning, misty droplets
Touch my face as dark clouds pass
I am watching from the screen door
Peace to evening comes at last
Rivers run beneath my window
To the street and down the hill
I take my coat and my umbrella
And walk into the night grown still
But when I was a child, I went dancing in the rain...
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Тема
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а аз бих казал
[re: feste]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 13.10.01 14:01 |
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I'm singing in the rain
Just singing in the rain
What a glorious feeling
I'm happy again
I'm laughing at clouds
So dark up above
'Cause the sun's in my heart
And I'm ready for love
Let the stormy clouds chase
Everyone from the place
Come on with the rain
I've a smile on my face
I'll walk down the lane
With a happy refrain
'Cause I'm singing
Just singing in the rain
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yh
Aledar~
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Тема
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Re: Изповедта на еретиците
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор |
†cвeтeцът (GOD's agent) |
Публикувано | 15.10.01 11:14 |
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пак ръсиш умни неща....
ще взема да премета след теб
†priest
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... от Любомир Левчев
За пореден път...
Amonyak знае!
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Тема
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Среща
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 15.10.01 23:28 |
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Дали аз закъснях, или БТК дропеше?
Дали аз закъснях, или ти си на SUN?
Дропна като приказка, което ни свързваше…
Дропна като с траурен звън.
А в канала редят ли, редят ли се кикове,
Посветени на някой тъпак.
Аз не чакам за Private, не чакам но моля те:
О, моля те, ти пиши ми по-бързо все пак.
И тогава във чата, ще бъдем пак двамата
Ще си Pastе-нем всичко отново за миг.
Ще се срещаме в логове, скрити зад Nick-ове
И ще тръгнем по-своя път… Alone!
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Тема
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Войната...
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 16.10.01 00:13 |
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Интересно това чие е и чия беше музиката... Куп време ми отне за да го изровя...
Мъжът има винаги право
той сам си е майка, баща
и може спокойно да прави
цял куп забранени неща.
Не можеш му кажеш - Я стига!
След гостите кой ще мете?
Мъжът може истински тигър
да купи на свойто дете.
Какъв ли ще стана ме питат?
със сигурност още не знам,
обаче едно предпочитам
да стана, да стана голям.
Какъв ли да стана се питам?
със сигурност още не знам,
обаче едно предпочитам,
да стана, да стана голям.
Къде ми са детските книжки,
кажи ми мой прашен сандък?
Закусиха сивите мишки
с вълшебните букви - язък!
Къде ми е класната стая,
къде е коравия чин,
а, б, в, тире, запетая,
забравих ги вече - амин!
А днес моят собствен наследник
извършва геройски бели
не съм се изгубил безследно
щом той ме повтаря нали?
Къде е момчешката дързост,
след мене защо не върви,
отминаха стъпките бързи
и ехо не чувам дори.
Къде ли се водят войните
за мойте наивни мечти
дали пък не са ми сърдити
че съм ги отрекъл почти?
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Тема
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az znam
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор | slang (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 17.10.01 16:11 |
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Как би живял ако всяка мечта
ставаше в миг твоя светла съдба
Как би разбрал какво е нежна ръка,
радостен вик или горчива сълза.
Как да заспя, ако утре е край,
Как да умра, ако няма рай,
Как да се спра, ако нямам страх
да продължа и това да не е грях.
Мой свят-огън във водата.
Мой свят-пясък във ръката
ти. Аз нямам вече истини
имам само сили самотата си да стопя.
Как да простя една грешка сега,
Като знам, че не ще е само тя
Как да обичам като в твоите очи
Виждам как, виждам - любовта ще боли.
Защо да се боря,
ако няма как светът да променя
Защо да се моля,
ако никого не мога да спася
Защо да търся,
ако няма да намеря нищо сам.
Защо да знам защо да знам.
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lele male
Aledar~
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Тема
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Re: Изповедта на еретиците
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор |
Aledar~ (демон) |
Публикувано | 17.10.01 19:58 |
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Come as you are, as you were,
As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy
Take your time, hurry up
The choice is your, don't be late
Take a rest as a friend as an old memoria
Come dowsed in mud, soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend, as an old memoria
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
Aledar~
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Тема
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/me гледа стреснато...
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 17.10.01 20:02 |
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Нямаш пищовче (едно от онези които се крият в дамските 4анти)???
Определено нямаш пищовче.... ама защо ли ми звучи като заплаха?
Хехе, Амоняк да му мисли...
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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C: Procedamus in pace.
In nomine Christi, Amen.
{ Let us proceed in peace.
In the name of Christ, Amen.
}
C: Cum angelis et pueris,
fideles inveniamur.
{ With angels and boys,
let us be found faithful.
}
C: Adtollite portas principes vestras
Et elevamini portae aeternali
Et introibit rex gloriae.
Quis est iste rex gloriae?
{ Lift up your gates, O ye princes,
and be ye lifted up, O eternal gates:
and the King of Glory shall enter in.
Who is this King of Glory?
(Psalm 23(24):7Ѓг8a)
}
F: Sade, dit-moi.
Sade, donne-moi.
{ Sade, tell me.
Sade, give me.
}
C: Procedamus in pace.
In nomine Christi, Amen.
{ Let us proceed in peace.
In the name of Christ, Amen.
}
M: Sade, dit-moi:
Qu'est-ce que tu vas chercher?
Le bien par le mal?
La vertu par le vice?
Sade, dit-moi: Pourquoi l'„Ivangile du mal?
Quelle est ta religion, o„\ sont tes fid„Vles?
Si tu es contre Dieu, tu es contre l'homme.
{ Sade, tell me:
What are you going to seek?
The best through the worst?
Virtue through vice?
Sade, tell me: Why the gospel of evil?
What is your religion, where is your congregation?
If you are against God, you are against man.
}
[ (Extended Version Only:)
M: Sade, dit-moi: Pourquoi le sang pour le plaisir?
Le plaisir sans l'amour.
N'y a t'il plus de sentiment
dans le culte de l'homme?
{ Sade, tell me: Why blood for pleasure?
Pleasure without love.
Is there not more feeling
In the worship of the man?
}
]
M: Sade, es-tu diabolique ou divin?
{ Sade, are you diabolic or divine? }
F: Sade, dit-moi.
C: Hosanna.
F: Sade, donne-moi.
C: Hosanna.
F: Sade, dit-moi.
C: Hosanna.
F: Sade, donne-moi.
C: Hosanna.
C: In nomine Christi, Amen.
Aledar~
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Тема
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feste - specialno svryhpsiharsko
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор |
Aledar~ (демон) |
Публикувано | 17.10.01 20:08 |
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Kyrie eleison
Christe eleison
Lord have mercy
Christ have mercy
Je ne dors plus
(The time has come)
I can't sleep anymore
(The time has come)
Je te desire
(The time has come) I desire you
(The time has come)
Prends moi
Je suis a toi
Mea culpa
Take me
I'm yours
I'm guilty
Je veux aller au bout de me fantasmes
Je sais que c'est interdit
Je suis folle. Je m'abandonne
I want to go to the end of my fantasies
I know it is forbidden
I am crazy. I am letting myself go
Mea culpa
Kyrie eleison
Christe eleison
I'm guilty
Lord have mercy
Christ have mercy
Je suis la et ailleurs
Je n'ai plus rien
Je deviens folle
Je m'abandonne
I am here and somewhere else
I have nothing more
I am becoming crazy
I am letting myself go
Mea culpa I'm guilty
Je ne dors plus
Je te desire
Prends moi
Je suis a toi
I can't sleep anymore
I desire you
Take me
I'm yours
Kyrie eleison
Christe eleison
Lord have mercy
Christ have mercy
Je suis la et ailleurs
Je veux tout
Quand tu veux
Comme tu veux
I am here and somewhere else
I want everything,
When you want,
As you like
Mea culpa
Kyrie eleison
I'm guilty
Lord have mercy
Редактирано от Aledar~ на 17.10.01 20:19.
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Тема
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stranni neshta ima v neta...
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор |
Aledar~ (демон) |
Публикувано | 17.10.01 20:11 |
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Turn around
And smell what you don't see
Close your eyes
It's so clear
Here's the mirror
Behind there is a screen
On both ways you can get in
Don't think twice before you listen to your heart
Follow the trace for a new start
What you need
And everything you feel
Is just a question of the deal
In the eye of storm you'll see a lonely dove
The experience of survival is the key
To the gravity of love
Try to think about it
That's the chance to live your life and discover
What it is
What's the gravity of love
Look around just people
Can you hear the voice?
Find the one who'll guide you
To the limits of your choice
If you're in the eye of storm
Just think of the lonely dove
The experience of survival is the key
To the gravity of love
Aledar~
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Тема
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in paradisum
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 17.10.01 20:22 |
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Requiem aeternam dona eis.
Domine, et lux perpetua,
Requiem aeternam,
Aeternam dona eis.
Perpetua luceat [eis].
In Paradisum.
Christe eleison.
Dona eis requiem sempiternam.
In Paradisum.
Christe eleison.
In Paradisum.
Grant them eternal rest,
Lord, and perpetual light
Eternal rest
Grant them eternal
Illuminate them perpetually
In Heaven
Christ have mercy
Grant them everlasting rest
In Heaven
Christ have mercy
In Heaven
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Sarah
Pie Jesu, pie Jesu, pie Jesu, pie Jesu
Qui tollis peccata mundi
Dona eis requiem, dona eis requiem
Paul
Pie Jesu, pie Jesu, pie Jesu, pie Jesu
both
Qui tollis peccata mundi
Dona eis requiem, dona eis requiem
choir
Agnus Dei, Agnus Dei, Agnus Dei, Agnus Dei
both
Qui tollis peccata mundi
Dona eis requiem, dona eis requiem
choir
Dona eis requiem
both
Sempiternam
choir
Dona eis requiem
both
Sempiternam
Sarah
Requiem
Paul
Sempiternam
Merciful Jesus
Who takes away the sins of the world
Grant them rest
Lamb of God
Grant them everlasting rest
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Тема
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Re: stranni neshta ima v neta...
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 19.10.01 21:50 |
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She calls out to the man on the street
"Sir, can you help me?
It's cold and I've nowhere to sleep,
Is there somewhere you can tell me?"
He walks on, doesn't look back
He pretends he can't hear her
Starts to whistle as he crosses the street
Seems embarrassed to be there
Oh think twice, it's another day for
You and me in paradise
Oh think twice, it's just another day for you,
You and me in paradise
She calls out to the man on the street
He can see she's been crying
She's got blisters on the soles of her feet
Can't walk but she's trying
Oh think twice...
Oh lord, is there nothing more anybody can do
Oh lord, there must be something you can say
You can tell from the lines on her face
You can see that she's been there
Probably been moved on from every place
'Cos she didn't fit in there
Oh think twice...
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Talk to me softly
There's something in your eyes
Don't hang your head in sorrow
And please don't cry
I know how you feel inside I've
I've been there before
Somethin's changin' inside you
And don't you know
Don't you cry tonight
I still love you baby
Don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
There's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry tonight
Give me a whisper
And give me a sigh
Give me a kiss before you
tell me goodbye
Don't you take it so hard now
And please don't take it so bad
I'll still be thinkin' of you
And the times we had...baby
And don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
There's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry tonight
And please remember that I never lied
And please remember
how I felt inside now honey
You gotta make it your own way
But you'll be alright now sugar
You'll feel better tomorrow
Come the morning light now baby
And don't you cry tonight
An don't you cry tonight
An don't you cry tonight
There's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry
Don't you ever cry
Don't you cry tonight
Baby maybe someday
Don't you cry
Don't you ever cry
Don't you cry
Tonight
Aledar~Редактирано от Aledar~ на 20.10.01 00:01.
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Your world is coming to its end
But you don't have to be afraid - I'm here for you
Save your happiness for tomorrow
And today we'll drown in your tears
A drop of your blood tastes like wine - today
Come closer my dear
It is just the beginning of the end
Yes, I'm here for you
Save your happiness for tomorrow
And today we'll drown in your tears
A drop of your blood tastes like wine - today
Save your happiness for tomorrow
And today we'll drown in your tears
Your blood tastes like life - today
Aledar~
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Тема
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нежно...
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 20.10.01 00:05 |
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Night-time sharpens,
Heightens each sensation...
Darkness stirs
And wakes imagination...
Silently their senses
Abandon their defenses...
Slowly, gently
Night unfurls its splendour...
Grasp it, sense it-
Tremulous and tender...
Turn your face away
From the garish light of day,
Turn your thoughts away
From cold, unfeeling light
And listen to
The music of the night...
Close your eyes
And surrender to your darkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts of the life
You knew before!
Close your eyes,
Let your spirit start to soar!
And you'll live
As you've never lived before...
Softly, deftly,
Music shall surround you...
Feel it, hear it,
Closing it around you...
Open up your mind,
Let your fantasies unwind,
In this darkness which You know you cannot fight,
The darkness of
The music of the night...
Let your mind start a journey
Through a strange, new world!
Leave all thoughts
Of the world you knew before!
Let your soul take you
Where you long to be!
Only then can you belong to me...
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me,
Savour each sensation!
Let the dream begin,
Let your darkest side give in
To the power of
The music that I write
The power of
The music of the night...
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Тема
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ден от живота
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 20.10.01 00:11 |
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I read the news today oh boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well I just had to laugh
I saw the photograph.
He blew his mind out in a car
He didn't notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They'd seen his face before
Nobody was really sure
If he was from the House of Lords.
I saw a film today oh boy
The English Army had just won the war
A crowd of people turned away
but I just had to look
Having read the book.
I'd love to turn you on
Woke up, fell out of bed,
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup,
And looking up I noticed I was late.
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke,
Somebody spoke and I went into a dream
I read the news today oh boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall.
I'd love to turn you on
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Тема
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Webber
[re: *]
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Автор |
Aledar~ (демон) |
Публикувано | 20.10.01 00:18 |
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Some folks dream of the wonders they'll do
Before their time on this planet is through
Some just don't have anything planned
They hide their hopes and their heads in the sand
Now I don't say who is wrong, who is right
But if by chance you are here for the night
Then all I need is an hour or two
To tell the tale of a dreamer like you
We all dream a lot
Some are lucky, some are not
But if you think it, want it, dream it
Then it's real
You are what you feel
But all that I say can be told another way
In the story of a boy who's dream came true
And it could be you
Aledar~
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Тема
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Re: Любимо:)))
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 20.10.01 00:25 |
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Липсваща реплиак от Еминем към всички негови фенки: You are so beautiful, sweet and faithful... It is a pity that I do not like animals!!!........... A woman is a marvellous creation, she produces milk without eating grass, she bleeds without being hurt, gets wet even when it does not rain and sucks without needing power.
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Тема
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из беседи разни...
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 21.10.01 09:45 |
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Външно еретиците са като овце: кротки, смирени и мълчаливи. Наглед лицата им са бледи от лицемерния пост. Дума не продумват, не се смеят с глас, не любопитствуват и се пазят от чужд поглед. Външно правят всичко, за да не ги отличават от правоверните християни, а вътрешно са вълци и хищници, както рече Господ.
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[За изповедта]. Ще ви разкажа и друга басня на еретиците, с която дяволът, който ненавижда човека, ги лови.
Ако и да чуват Яков, брата господен, да казва: «Изповядвайте си греховете един на друг и молете се един за друг, за да оздравеете», те не разбират, че то е казано за йереите. «Болен ли е някой между нас, рече, нека повика черковните презвитери, за да се помолят над него, като го помажат с масло в името на господа. И молитвата, [произлизаща] от вярата, ще изцери болния; дори и да е направил грехове, ще му се простят.»
Еретиците пък сами себе си изповядват и се прощават, макар че сами са свързани с дяволски окови. Това правят не само мъжете, но и жените, което е достойно за хула.
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Тема
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бяла лунна вечер
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 21.10.01 09:49 |
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Бяла лунна вечер, нереален земен свят,
сам съм, а до мен - моят спомен, странна сянка.
Тръгвам с теб, странна сянка на нощта,
ще откриеш ли вълшебен цвят.
Дълъг път край заключени води,
мъх и звезден прах над нас валят.
Стар, забравен свят.
Двойник мой, сянка от далечен свят,
ще откриеш ли вълшебен цвят.
Само той връща времето назад
изворът дълбок, вечна младост пий.
Бяла лунна вечер, нереален земен свят,
аз вървя след теб, странна сянка, аз вървя след теб.
Бял вълшебен извор, като стар забравен миг
с цвят на младостта, нашата младост.
Сянка, не, следа от далечен свят,
сянка, не, следа от един живот.
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Тема
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един сън/мечта
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор | Йocиф (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 24.10.01 09:39 |
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I closed my eyes, drew back the curtain
To see for certain what I thought I knew
Far far away, someone was weeping
But the world was sleeping
Any dream will do
I wore my coat, with golden lining
Bright colors shining, wonderful and new
And in the east, the dawn was breaking
And the world was waking
Any dream will do
A crash of drums, a flash of light
My golden coat flew out of sight
The colors faded into darkness
I was left alone
May I return to the beginning
The light is dimming, and the dream is too
The world and I, we are still waiting
Still hesitating
Any dream will do
A crash of drums, a flash of light
My golden coat flew out of sight
The colors faded into darkness
I was left alone
May I return to the beginning
The light is dimming, and the dream is too
The world and I, we are still waiting
Still hesitating
Any dream will do
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Eins, zwei, drei, vier, fьnf, sechs, sieben, acht, neun, aus
Alle warten auf das Licht
fьrchtet euch fьrchtet euch nicht
die Sonne scheint mir aus den Augen
sie wird heut Nacht nicht untergehen
und die Welt zдhlt laut bis zehn
Eins
Hier kommt die Sonne
Zwei
Hier kommt die Sonne
Drei
Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Vier
Hier kommt die Sonne
Die Sonne scheint mir aus den Hдnden
kann verbrennen, kann euch blenden
wenn sie aus den Fдusten bricht
legt sich heiss auf das Gesicht
sie wird heut Nacht nicht untergehen
und die Welt zдhlt laut bis zehn
Eins
Hier kommt die Sonne
Zwei
Hier kommt die Sonne
Drei
Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Vier
Hier kommt die Sonne
Fьnf
Hier kommt die Sonne
Sechs
Hier kommt die Sonne
Sieben
Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Acht, neun
Hier kommt die Sonne
Die Sonne scheint mir aus den Hдnden
kann verbrennen, kann dich blenden
wenn sie aus den Fдusten bricht
legt sich heiss auf dein Gesicht
legt sich schmerzend auf die Brust
das Gleichgewicht wird zum Verlust
lдsst dich hart zu Boden gehen
und die Welt zдhlt laut bis zehn
Eins
Hier kommt die Sonne
Zwei
Hier kommt die Sonne
Drei
Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Vier
Und wird nie vom Himmel fallen
Fьnf
Hier kommt die Sonne
Sechs
Hier kommt die Sonne
Sieben
Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Acht , neun
Hier kommt die Sonne
Редактирано от Aledar~ на 25.10.01 15:27.
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Another head hangs lowly
Child is slowly taken
And the violence caused such silence
Who are we mistaken
But you see it's not me,
It's not my family
In your head, in your
head they are fighting
With their tanks and their bombs
And their bombs and their guns
In your head
In your head they are cryin'
In your head
Zombie Zombie Zombie
What's in your head, in your head
Zombie Zombie Zombie
Another mother's breakin'
Heart is taking over
When the violence causes silence
We must be mistaken
It's the same old theme since 1916
In your head,
In your head they're still fightin'
With their tanks and their bombs
And their bombs and their guns
In your head
In your head they are dyin'
In your head, in your head
Zombie Zombie Zombie
What's in your head, in your head
Zombie Zombie Zombie
Aledar~
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"WHAT WE'VE GOT HERE IS FAILURE TO COMMUNICATE
SOME MEN YOU JUST CAN'T REACH...
SO, YOU GET WHAT WE HAD HERE LAST WEEK
WHICH IS THE WAY HE WANTS IT!
WELL, HE GETS IT!
N' I DON'T LIKE IT ANY MORE THAN YOU MEN."
LOOK AT YOUR YOUNG MEN FIGHTING
LOOK AT YOUR WOMEN CRYING
LOOK AT YOUR YOUNG MEN DYING
THE WAY THEY'VE ALWAYS DONE BEFORE
LOOK AT THE HATE WE'RE BREEDING
LOOK AT THE FEAR WE'RE FEEDING
LOOK AT THE LIVES WE'RE LEADING
THE WAY WE'VE ALWAYS DONE BEFORE
MY HANDS ARE TIED
THE BILLIONS SHIFT FROM SIDE TO SIDE
AND THE WARS GO ON WITH BRAINWASHED PRIDE
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AND HUMAN RIGHTS
AND ALL THESE THINGS ARE SWEPT ASIDE
BY BLOODY HANDS TIME CANT DENY
AND ARE WASHED AWAY BY YOUR GENOCIDE
AND HISTORY HIDES THE LIES OF OUR CIVIL WARS
D'YOU WEAR A BLACK ARMBAND
WHEN THEY SHOT THE MAN
WHO SAID "PEACE COULD LAST FOREVER"
AND IN MY FIRST MEMORIES
THEY SHOT KENNEDY
AN I WENT NUMB WHEN I LEARNED TO SEE
SO I NEVER FELL FOR VIETNAM
WE GOT THE WALL OF D.C. TO REMIND US ALL
THAT YOU CAN'T TRUST FREEDOM
WHEN IT'S NOT IN YOUR HANDS
WHEN EVERYBODY'S FIGHTIN'
FOR THEIR PROMISED LAND
AND
I DON'T NEED YOUR CIVIL WAR
IT FEEDS THE RICH WHILE IT BURIES THE POOR
YOUR POWER HUNGRY SELLIN' SOLDIERS
IN A HUMAN GROCERY STORE
AIN'T THAT FRESH
I DON'T NEED YOUR CIVIL WAR
LOOK AT THE SHOES YOU'RE FILLING
LOOK AT THE BLOOD WE'RE SPILLING
LOOK AT THE WORLD WE'RE KILLING
THE WAY WE'VE ALWAYS DONE BEFORE
LOOK IN THE DOUBT WE'VE WALLOWED
LOOK AT THE LEADERS WE'VE FOLLOWED
LOOK AT THE LIES WE'VE SWALLOWED
AND I DON'T WANT TO HEAR NO MORE
MY HANDS ARE TIED
FOR ALL I'VE SEEN HAS CHANGED MY MIND
BUT STILL THE WARS GO ON AS THE YEARS GO BY
WITH NO LOVE OF GOD OR HUMAN RIGHTS
'CAUSE ALL THESE DREAMS ARE SWEPT ASIDE
BY BLOODY HANDS OF THE HYPNOTIZED
WHO CARRY THE CROSS OF HOMICIDE
AND HISTORY BEARS THE SCARS OF OUR CIVIL WARS
"WE PRACTICE SELECTIVE ANNIHILATION OF MAYORS
AND GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS
FOR EXAMPLE TO CREATE A VACUUM
THEN WE FILL THAT VACUUM
AS POPULAR WAR ADVANCES
PEACE IS CLOSER"
I DON'T NEED YOUR CIVIL WAR
IT FEEDS THE RICH WHILE IT BURIES THE POOR
YOUR POWER HUNGRY SELLIN' SOLDIERS
IN A HUMAN GROCERY STORE
AIN'T THAT FRESH
AND I DON'T NEED YOUR CIVIL WAR
I DON'T NEED YOUR CIVIL WAR
I DON'T NEED YOUR CIVIL WAR
YOUR POWER HUNGRY SELLIN' SOLDIERS
IN A HUMAN GROCERY STORE
AIN'T THAT FRESH
I DON'T NEED YOUR CIVIL WAR
I DON'T NEED ONE MORE WAR
I DON'T NEED ONE MORE WAR
WHAZ SO CIVIL 'BOUT WAR ANYWAY
Aledar~
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Strange days have found us.
Strange days have tracked us down.
They're going to destroy
Our casual joys.
We shall go on playing or find another town.
Yeah!
Strange eyes fill strange rooms.
Voices will signal their tired end.
The hostess is grinning.
Her guests sleep from sinning.
Hear me talk of sin and you know this is it.
Yeah!
Strange days have found us
And through their strange hours
We linger alone,
Bodies confused, memories misused,
As we run from the day
To a strange night of stone.
Aledar~
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oh, lordy, troubles so hard
oh, lordy, troubles so hard
don't nobody know my troubles but god
don't nobody know my troubles but god
went down the hill, the other day
my soul got happy and stayed all day
went down the hill, the other day
my soul got happy and stayed all day
oh, lordy, troubles so hard
oh, lordy, troubles so hard
don't nobody know my troubles but god
don't nobody know my troubles but god
went in the room, didn't stay long
looked on the bed and brother was dead
went in the room, didn't stay long
looked on the bed and brother was dead
Aledar~
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In my dreams I'm dying all the time
As I wake its kaleidoscopic mind
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to lie
So this is goodbye
This is goodbye
Tell the truth you never wanted me
Tell me
In my dreams I'm jealous all the time
As I wake I'm going out of my mind
Going out of my mind
Aledar~
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Why does my heart feel so bad?
Why does my soul feel so bad?
Why does my heart feel so bad?
Why does my soul feel so bad?
Aledar~
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Тема
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nobody told me
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 25.10.01 15:47 |
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Everybody's talking and no one says a word
Everybody's making love and no one really cares
There's Nazis in the bathroom just below the stairs
Always something happening and nothing going on
There's always something cooking and nothing in the pot
They're starving back in China so finish what you got
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed -- strange days indeed
Everybody's runnin' and no one makes a move
Everyone's a winner and nothing left to lose
There's a little yellow idol to the north of Katmandu
Everybody's flying and no one leaves the ground
Everybody's crying and no one makes a sound
There's a place for us in the movies you just gotta lay around
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed -- most peculiar, mama
Everybody's smoking and no one's getting high
Everybody's flying and never touch the sky
There's a UFO over New York and I ain't too surprised
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed -- most peculiar, mama
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Тема
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Re: kofti
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 25.10.01 15:52 |
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As a child I was known for makes-believing
All alone I created fantasies
As I grew people called it self deceiving
But my heart helped me hold the memories
As I walk through the world I find around me
Something new yet familiar's in the air
I feel it everywhere
Like a child's eyes on a Christmas night
I'm looking at you now finding answers to my prayers
It's a new day for those good old dreams
One by one it seems they're coming true
Here's the morning that my heart had seen
Here's the morning that just had to come through
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Тема
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i shte revna
[re: *]
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Автор |
Aledar~ (демон) |
Публикувано | 25.10.01 15:54 |
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strah me e
Aledar~
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Jesus don't want me for a sunbeam
Sunbeams are not made like me
Don't expect me to cry
For the wrong reasons-I'd rather die
Don't ever ask it out of me.
Don't expect me to cry
Don't expect me to lie
Don't expect me to die for me.
Aledar~
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The Raven
by Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore--
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door--
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;
This it is and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"--here I opened wide the door--
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"--
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my sour within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
'Tis the wind and nothing more.
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he,
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then the ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning--little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door--
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if its soul in that one word he did outpour
Nothing farther then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered--
Till I scarcely more than muttered: "Other friends have flown before--
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore--
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never--nevermore.'"
But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore--
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!--
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by Horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore--
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul has spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!--quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadows on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted--nevermore!
Aledar~
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Тема
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Re: Na!
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 25.10.01 16:19 |
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The mind is all we kiss everything
We say we love it's the skin we're in
You're a retrograde a vacancy
You're the one I love
The hate in me
Lazy day on a darker breed
To have is not what it's made to be
You come alone on a mass attack
Sucking your tantric suck
Fooling your one-eyed cat
We don't mind
We deviate our gravy brains
Set em on fire they're all the same
I am lionface
No sancho panza
I'm riddled by you
I could've been better
I'm a monkey on a drip
Sucker monkey on a drip
You take such pretty photos
When will you be worthy of our good side
Where will you be
When the cloud break
And it all takes
Just a little more than you have
We don't mind
P.S. Господ не е гей - това е неговият апогей...
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Тема
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на български
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 25.10.01 16:28 |
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ГАРВАНЪТ
Едгар Алан По, 1845
В късна нощ - преди години - сам над книгите старинни,
безотраден, вниквах, жаден, в знания незнайни тук; -
скръбен, търсех без сполука мир във тайната наука -
но оборен в сънна скука, чух внезапно бавен звук.
"Някой гост навярно чука - казах, вслушан в тихий звук. -
Някой гост - и никой друг!"
Бе декемврий - помня още! - Мрак и мраз от всички нощи; -
от камина блед отблясък пред прага береше дух. -
В скръб деня аз чаках всуе! Без надежда пак да чуя
с благовест и алилуя името "Ленора" тук!
Светлото и рядко име, що шепне вече тук
на земята - никой друг!
А пурпурните коприни на завесите старинни
пълнеха нощта пустинна с ужаси при всеки звук.
Примълнял до изнемога, в зло предчувствие, в тревога,
аз се ободрявах строго: - "Някой гост дошъл е тук!
Туй е някой гост нечакан, закъснял без покрив тук;
някой гост - и никой друг!"
И дори с внезапна дързост тръгнах към вратата бързо,
като казах: "Извинете! Да! Дочух аз смътен звук; -
но унесен дремех в скука, а тъй слаб и тих бе звука,
че когато се почука, аз не се опомних тук..." -
И отворих, за да видя кой тъй късно чука тук? -
Вън бе мрак - и никой друг!
И в бездънний мрак загледан, трепнех вцепенен и бледен
в странни сънища, що никой смъртен не познава тук.
Но отекна в миг в простора като звук на бог от хора
глух и тъжен зов "Ленора" - от скръбта ми свят отзвук.
То бе моят зов "Ленора" - и на него чух в отзвук
само ек - и никой друг!
Но унесен в мисли скъпи, в стаята едва пристъпих,
чух - и този път по-силно - пак таинствения звук -
"В прозореца непрестанно удря някой клон случайно
и във тази нощ потайна ужаси вселява тук.
О, на тази страшна тайна, знам, причината е тук -
вятърът - и никой друг! "
През завесата пурпурна блъснах прозореца бурно
и през него в миг се втурна с горд полет и рязък звук
гарванът от мойто златно и свещено Безвъзвратно -
и във моята стая пуста, тъкмо над вратата тук -
върху бюста на Палада кръг изви и кацна тук
гарванът - и никой друг!
И стоях аз в него вгледан, а той върху бюста бледен
бе от лорд по-горд и важен, че започнах разговор:
"Нямаш ти качул разкошен, но не си страхлив, а мощен,
гост от край, де в мрак всенощем бродят Сенки странен хор.
Как те Сенките наричат в черния Плутонов хор?"
Той програкна: "Nevermore!"
Чух, но своя слух не вярвах и учуден, поглед впервах; -
не намирах - и пак дирех смисъл в този отговор. -
Никой смъртен - уверявам! - не е бивал посещаван
в късна полунощ от гарван, гост неканен с огнен взор;
на вратата му да кацне, да пронизва с огнен взор
и да грака: "Nevermore!"
Не последва грак повторно: тъй замлъкна тежко, морно,
сякаш своя дух упорно вля в тоз странен разговор.
Ала слаб да го разгатна, промълвих едва понятно:
"Той ще хвръкне безвъзвратно пак във синия простор -
както всичко - безвъзвратно! - пак далеч от моя взор!"
Грак отвърна: "Nevermore!"
Този отговор таинствен бе умел, но бе единствен,
сякаш го е чул от клетник, който сам и в разговор
е повтарял в скръб и горест, като припев в черна орис,
орис на беди и горест, на неволи и позор -
с укор спрямо свойта орис на неволя и позор
и той беше: "Nevermore!"
Бях учуден, изненадан, а той все тъй горд и хладен
впил бе - строг и безпощаден - във душа ми огнен взор.
Взех кресло и седнах мрачен. И размислях озадачен
има ли, макар невзрачен, смисъл в този отговор?
Що предсказва, горд и мрачен, той в своя отговор
с туй зловещо "Nevermore!"
И във спомени погълнат, мислех и седях безмълвно
сам пред тоя дух прокълнат от Плутоновия хор.
Ах! - в креслото осветено нявга двама ний блажено
смеехме се оживено тук след весел разговор. -
Но в креслото осветено няма пак, склонила взор,
тя да седне: - "Nevermore!"
В миг... по меките килими сякаш стъпки чух незрими -
сякаш стъпват серафими, пратени от божий хор.
- "То в скръбта ти за Ленора бог на ангелите с хора
миг забрава ти изпраща! - викнах аз с възрадван взор. -
Пий и забрави Ленора! - Спри с надежда в бога взор!"
Грак отвърна: "Nevermore!"
"О! - извиках, в страх обземан. - Птица, ил дух на Демон,
ти предсказваш! - О, кажи ми, гост, дошъл от друг простор,
в тоя дом на ад превърнат, дом от ужаса обгърнат,
дето радостта посърна и погасна моят взор,
в Галаад утеха нявга ще ли види моят взор?"
Той предсказа: "Nevermore!"
От надежди изпреварван, викнах аз, готов да вярвам:
"- Предскажи, о древен Гарван - там, зад синия простор,
дето божий Рай сияе, ще ли видя и узная
взетата от бога в Рая в ангелския светъл хор,
що зовът Ленора в Рая ангелите в божий хор?" -
Той отвърна: "Nevermore!"
"Не! - извиках, пламнал в огън. - Този грак е твойто сбогом!
Чуй! Иди си ти отново в черния Плутонов хор!
Не оставай знак за спомен тук от теб, о вероломен!
Остави ме сам бездомен! - Махай се от моя взор!
Чуй! Изтръгвай от сърце ми своя клюн и своя взор!" -
Той програкна: "Nevermore!"
И стои над бюста бледен, тъй зловещо в мен загледан,
сякаш Демон всепобеден впива своя огнен взор.
Бди с тържествена осанка - и над всичко хвърля сянка.
И от тази сянка, скрила и лазури, и простор -
знам - уви! - душата няма - към лазури и простор! -
пак да литне: - "Nevermore!"
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Възмутен съм че...
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 27.10.01 22:58 |
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не си спомняш текста на тази песен...
Детство мое, реално и вълшебно,
детство мое, така си ми потребно.
Все се мъча света да обгърна
яхнал пръчка при тебе да се върна.
Ах в юмрук ръждив петак да скрия
пак със кучето да вдигна олелия,
пак с пипер да поръся филия
от хляба чер.
Детство мое, на ръст едноетажно,
детство мое, за мен така е важно,
щом студено ми стане да мога
да се взема от детския огън.
Все се мъча света да обгърна,
яхнал пръчка при тебе да се върна,
всеки ден по една дяволия
да е от мен.
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а ти можеш ли да го рецитираш?
[re: *]
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Aledar~ (демон) |
Публикувано | 27.10.01 23:33 |
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When you're talking to yourself
And nobody's home
Look out for yourself
You came in this world alone...(alone)
So nobody ever told you baby, how it was gonna be
What'll happen to you baby, guess we'll have to wait and see
...1, 2....
Old at heart. But I'm only 28
I'm much too young to let love break my heart
Young at heart. But it's getting much too late
To find myself so far apart
I don't know how you're supposed to find me lately
And what more could you ask from me
How could you say that I never needed you
When you took everything
Said you took everything from me
Young at heart. And it gets so hard to wait
No one I know can seem to help me now
Old at heart. But I musn't hesitate
If I'm to find my own way out
Still talking to myself. And nobody's home.....(alone)
So nobody ever told us baby, how it was gonna be
What'll happen to us baby, guess we'll have to wait and see
When I find all of the reasons
Maybe I'll find another way
Find another day
With all the changing seasons of my life
Maybe i'll get it right next time
And now that you've been broken down
Got your head out of the clouds
You're back down on the ground
You don't talk so loud, and you don't walk so proud
Anymore. and what for
Well I jumped into the river
Too many times to make it home
I'm out here on my own
Drifting all alone
If it doesn't show
Give it time to read between the lines
'Cause I see the storm is getting closer
And the waves, they get so high
Seems everything we've ever known, dear
Why must it drift away and die
I'll never find anyone to replace you
Guess I'll have to make it through
This time, oh this time, without you
I knew the storm was getting closer
And all my friends said I was high
But everything we've ever known, dear
I never wanted it to die
Aledar~
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Let's go on a moonlight swim
Far away from the crowd
All alone upon the beach
Our lips and our arms
Close within each other's reach
Will be on a moonlight swim
Let's go on a moonlight swim
To the raft we can race
After just a little while
I'll sit and pretend
That you're on a desert isle
With me on a moonlight swim
Though the air is cold
With kisses oh so sweet
I'll keep you warm
So very warm from head to you feet
Let's go on a moonlight swim
We're in love and above
There's a crazy balloon
That sits winking down
And inviting us to come on in
On a moonlight swim
Aledar~
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You only see what your eyes want to see
how can life be what you want it to be
you're frozen when your hearts not open
you're so concerned with how much you get
you waste your time with hate and regret
you're broken when your hearts not open
Chorus
Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm if I could melt your heart
we'd never be apart
give yourself to me
you hold the key
Now theres no point in placing the blame
and you should know I'd suffer the same
if I loose you, my heart will be broken
Love is a bird, she needs to fly
let all the hurt inside of you die
you're frozen when your hearts not open
Chorus
You only see what your eyes want to see
how can life be what you want it to be
you're frozen when your hearts not open
Chorus
Chorus
If I could melt your heart
Aledar~
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You and me
We used to be together
Every day together always
I really feel
That I'm losing my best friend
I can't believe
This could be the end
It looks as though you're letting go
And if it's real, well I don't want to know
Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
Our memories
They can be inviting
But some are altogether
Mighty frightening
As we die, both you and I
With my head in my hands
I sit and cry
CHORUS
It's all ending
I gotta stop pretending who we are...
You and me
I can see us dying ... are we?
Aledar~
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You know we belong together
You and I forever and ever
No matter where you are
Your my guiding star
and from the very first moment I saw you
I never saw such emotion
I'm walking on air
Just to know...(just to know)
You are there...(you are there)
Hold me in your arms
don't let me go
I want to stay forever
Home and away
With you each day
Let me be the one that you turn to
Someone you can rely on
Closer each day
Home and away
Aledar~Редактирано от Aledar~ на 27.10.01 23:44.
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Chase the dog star
Over the sea
Home where my true love is waiting for me
Rope the south wind
Canvas the stars
Harness the moonlight
So she can safely go
Round the Cape Horn to Valparaiso
Red the port light
Starboard the green
How will she know of the demons I've seen
Cross in the sky,star of the sea
Under the moonlight, there she can safely go
Round the Cape Horn to Valparaiso
And every road I walked would take me down to the sea
With every broken promise in my sack
And every love would always send the ship of my heart
Over the rolling sea
If I should die
And water's my grave
She'll never know if i'm damned or I'm saved
See the ghost fly over the sea
Under the moonlight, there she can safely go
Round the Cape Horn to Valparaiso
Aledar~
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Monday finds you like a bomb
That's been left ticking there too long
You're bleeding
Some days there's nothing left to learn
From the point of no return
You're leaving
Hey hey, I saved the world today
And everybody's happy now
The bad thing's gone away
And everybody's happy now
The good thing's here to stay
Please let it stay
There's a million mouths to feed
and I've got eveything I need
I'm breathing
There's a hurting thing inside
And I've got everything to hide
I'm greiving
Hey hey, I saved the world today
And everybody's happy now
The bad thing's gone away
And everybody's happy now
The good thing's here to stay
Please let it stay
Let it stay
Let it stay
Doo doo doo doo doo the good thing
Aledar~
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I'm a cold heartbreaker, fit ta burn and I'll rip your heart in two.
And I'll leave you lyin' on the bed.
I'll be out the door before ya wake,
it's nuthin' new ta you.
'Cause I think we've seen that movie two.
'Cause you could be mine.
But you're way out of line.
With your bitch slap rappin' and your cocaine tongue you get nothin' done.
I said you could be mine.
Now hoidays come, and then they go.
It's nothin' new today.
Collect another memory.
When I come home late at night don't ask me where I've been.
Just count your stars I'm home again.
'Cause you could be mine.
But you're way out of line.
With your bitch slap rappin and your cocaine tongue you get nothin' done.
I said you could be mine.
You could be mine.
You could be mine.
You could be mine.
You could be mine.
You could be mine.
You've gone sketchin' too many times.
Why don't ya give it a rest.
Why must you find another reason to cry.
While you're breakin' down my back n' I been racin' out my brain.
It don't matter how we make it
'cause it always ends the same.
You can push it for more mileage but your flaps r' wearin' thin.
And I could sleep on it' til morning but this nightmare never ends.
Don't forget to call my lawyers with ridiculous demands.
An you can take the pity so far but it's more than I can stand.
'Cause this couchtrip's gettin' older tell me how long has it been.
'Cause 5 years is forever and you haven't grown up yet.
You could be mine.
But you're way out of line.
With your bitch slap rappin' and your cocaine tongue you get nuthin' done.
I said you could be, you should be, you could be mine.
You could be mine. (You could be mine)
You could be mine. (You could be mine)
You could be mine. (You could be mine)
You could be mine. (You could be mine)
You could be mine. (You could be mine)
You could be mine. (You could be mine)
You could be mine. (You could be mine)
You could be mine. (You could be mine)
Yeah!
Aledar~
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Laod up on guns and bring your friends
its fun to lose and to pretend
She's over bored and self assured
oh ,no ,I know a dirty word
{chorus}
hello ,hello,hello,how low?
hello,hello, hello,how low?
hello,hello,hello,how low?
hello,hello,he.........
with the light out its less dangerous
here,we are now ,entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
here,we are now entertain us
A mulatto,An albino,A mosquito
My libido
Yay,......yay
I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift i feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end
{chorus}
And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah,I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard it's hard to find
Oh well,whatever, nevermind
Aledar~
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I was lost till you were found
But I never knew how far down
I was falling
Before I reached the bottom
I was cold and you were fire
And I never knew how the pyre
Could be burning
On the edge of the ice field
And now the chilly Californian wind
Is blowing down our bodies again
And we're sinking deeper and deeper
In the chilly Californian sand
Oh I know you belong inside my aching heart
And can't you see my faded Levis bursting apart
And don't you here me crying
'Oh Babe, don't go'
And don't you hear me screaming
'How was I to know'
I'm in the middle of nowhere
Near the end of the line
But there's a border to somewhere waiting
And there's a tankful of time
Oh give me just another moment
To see the light of the day
And take me to another land
Where I don't have to stay
And I'm gonna need somebody
To make me feel like you do
And I will receive somebody
With open arms, open eyes
Open up the sky and let the planet
That I love shine through
For crying out loud
You know I love you
I was damned and you were saved
And I never knew how enslaved
I was kneeling
In the chains of my master
I could laugh but you could cry
And I never knew just how high
I was flying
Ah with you right above me
And now the chilly Californian wind
Is blowing down our bodies again
And we're sinking deeper and deeper
In the chilly Californian sand
Oh I know you belong inside my aching heart
And can't you see my faded Levis bursting apart
And don't you here me crying
'Oh Babe, don't go'
And don't you hear me screaming
'How was I to know'
I'm in the middle of nowhere
Near the end of the line
But there's a border to somewhere waiting
And there's a tankful of time
Oh give me just another moment
To see the light of the day
And take me to another land
Where I don't have to stay
And I'm gonna need somebody
To make me feel like you do
And I will receive somebody
With open arms, open eyes
Open up the sky and let the planet
That I love shine through
For crying out loud
You know I love you
For taking in the rain when I'm feeling so dry
For giving me the answers when I'm asking you why
My oh my, for that I thank you
For taking in the sun when I'm feeling so cold
For giving me a child when my body is old
Don't you know for that I need you
For coming to my room when you know I'm alone
For finding me a highway and for driving me home
For that I serve you
For pulling me away when I'm starting to fall
For revving me up when I'm starting to stall
And all in all for that I want you
For taking and for giving and for playing the game
For praying for my future in the days that remain
Oh Lord for that I hold you
Ah but most of all
For crying out loud
For that I love you
When you're crying out loud
You know I love you
Aledar~
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Hey Hey Hey
Here I go now
Here I go into new days
Hey Hey Hey
Here I go now
Here I go into new days
I’m pain, I’m hope, I’m suffer
Yeah Hey Hey Hey Yeah Yeah
Here I go into new days
Hey Hey Hey
Ain’t no mercy
Ain’t no mercy there for me
Hey Hey Hey
Ain’t no mercy
Ain’t no mercy there for me
I’m pain, I’m hope, I’m suffer
Yeah, Yeah, Hey, Hey no mercy
Ain’t no mercy there for me
Do you bury me when I’m gone
Do you teach me while I’m here
Just as soon as I belong
Then it’s time I disappear
HA!!!
Hey Hey Hey
And I went
And I went on down that road
Hey Hey Hey
And I went on
And I went on down that road
I’m pain, I’m hope, I’m suffer
Hey Hey Hey Yeah And I went on
And I went on down that road
Do you bury me when I’m gone
Do you teach me while I’m here
Just as soon as I belong
Then it’s time I disappear
Do you bury me when I’m gone
Do you teach me while I’m here
Just as soon as I belong
Then it’s time I disappear
DIS-A-PPEAR HUH!!!
SOLO
Screaming in the background:
I’m gone I’m gone
I’m gone
Oh yeah I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone baby
I’m gone I’m gone
Do you bury me when I’m gone
Do you teach me while I’m here
Just as soon as I belong
Then it’s time I disappear
Do you bury me when I’m gone
Do you teach me while I’m here
Just as soon as I belong
Then it’s time I disappear
EEWWWAAA
Disappear
Aledar~
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By the last breath of the fourth winds blow
Better raise your ears
The sound of hooves knocks at your door
Lock up your wife and children now
It's time to wield the blade
For now you have got some company
The Horsemen are drawing nearer
On the leather steeds they ride
They have come to take your life
On through the dead of night
With the four Horsemen ride
or choose your fate and die
You have been dying since the day you were born
You know it has all been planned
The quartet of deliverance rides
A sinner once a sinner twice
No need for confession now
Cause now you have got the fight of your life
The Horsemen are drawing nearer
On the leather steeds they ride
They have come to take your life
On through the dead of night
With the four Horsemen ride
or choose your fate and die
Time
Has taken its toll on you
The lines that crack your face
Famine
Your body it has torn through
Withered in every place
Pestilence
For what you have had to endure
And what you have put others through
Death
Deliverance for you for sure
There is nothing you can do
So gather round young warriors now
and saddle up your steeds
Killing scores with demon swords
Now is the death of doers of wrong
Swing the judgment hammer down
Safely inside armor blood guts and sweat
The Horsemen are drawing nearer
On the leather steeds they ride
They have come to take your life
On through the dead of night
With the four Horsemen ride
or choose your fate and die
Aledar~
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Riders on the storm,
Riders on the storm,
into this house we're born,
into this world we're thrown
like a dog without a bone,
an actor out alone,
riders on the strom
There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirming like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If you give this man a ride
Sweet family will die
Killer on the road
(music)
Girl you gotta love your man
Girl you gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you depends
Or life will never end
Gotta love your man
Aledar~
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Surprise! you're dead!
Ha ha! open your eyes
See the world as it used to be when you used to be in it
When you were alive and when you were in love
And when I took it from you!
It's not over yet
You don't remember?
I won't let you forget
The hatred I bestowed
Upon your neck with a fatal blow
From my teeth and my tongue
I've drank and swallowed, but it's just begun
Now you are mine
I'll keep killing you until the end of time
Surprise! you're dead!
Guess what?
It never ends...
The pain, the torment and torture, profanity
Nausea, suffering, perversion, calamity
You can't get away
It's not over yet
You don't remember?
I won't let you forget
The hatred I bestowed
Upon your neck with a fatal blow
From my teeth and my tongue
I've drank and swallowed, but it's just begun
Now you are mine
I'll keep killing you until the end of time
Surprise! you're dead!
Ha ha! open your eyes
Surprise! you're dead!
Guess what?
It never ends...
Aledar~
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This Romeo is bleeding
But you can't see his blood
It's nothing but some feelings
That this old dog kicked up
It's been raining since you left me
Now I'm drowning in the flood
You see I've always been a fighter
But without you I give up
Now I can't sing a love song
Like the way it's meant to be
Well I guess I'm not that good anymore
But baby that's just me
Chorus
Yeah I will love you baby always
And I'll be there forever and a day always
I'll be there till the stars don't shine
Till the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme
And I know when I die you'll be on my mind
And I'll love you always
Now your pictures that you left behind
Are just memories of a different life
Some that made us laugh
Some that made us cry
One that made you have to say good bye
What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair
To touch your lips to hold you near
When you say your prayers try to understand
I've made mistakes I'm just a man
When he holds you close
When he pulls you near
When he says the words
You've been needing to hear
I'll wish I was him cause those words are mine
To says to you till the end of time
And I will love you baby always
And I'll be there forever and a day always
If you told me to cry for you I could
If you told me to die for you I would
Take a look at my face
There's no price I won't pay
To say these words to you
Well there ain't no luck in these loaded dice
But baby if you give me just one more try
We can pack up our old dreams and our old lives
We'll find a place where the sun still shines
Repeat Chorus
Aledar~
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Du
Du hast
Du hast mich
Du
Du hast
Du hast mich
Du hast mich
Du hast mich gefragt
Du hast mich gefragt
Du hast mich gefragt und ich hab nichts gesagt
Willst du bis der Tod euch scheidet
treu ihr sein fьr alle Tage...
nein
Willst du bis zum Tod der Scheide
sie lieben auch in schlechten Tagen....
nein
Aledar~
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Аз искам да те помня все така:
бездомна, безнадеждна и унила,
в ръка ми вплела пламнала ръка
и до сърце ми скръбен лик склонила.
Градът далече тръпне в мътен дим,
край нас, на хълма, тръпнат дървесата
и любовта ни сякаш по е свята,
защото трябва да се разделим.
"В зори ще тръгна, ти в зори дойди
и донеси ми своя взор прощален -
да го припомня верен и печален
в часа, когато Тя ще победи!"
О, Морна, Морна, в буря скършен злак,
укрий молбите, вярвай - пролетта ни
недосънуван сън не ще остане
и ти при мене ще се върнеш пак!
А все по-страшно пада нощ над нас,
чертаят мрежи прилепите в мрака,
утеха сетна твойта немощ чака,
а в свойта вяра сам не вярвам аз.
И ти отпущаш пламнала ръка
и тръгваш, поглед в тъмнината впила,
изгубила дори за сълзи сила. -
Аз искам да те помня все така...
Aledar~
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Остави ме!
- Змей Огнен е моят любовник!
Посред пламък и вихри гръмовни
- змейове с бели жребци,
в златни каляски змеици -
с развени
далече
крила
всяка вечер
той идва при мене.
Ела!
Притисни ме с безумни, свирепи ръце
до своята люспеста гръд от червени звезди,
до своето зверско сърце,
мокро в морава кръв:
вземи, изгори ме с пламтящата стръв
на свойте целувки -
грабни ме оттук ти,
отлети,
отнеси ме
- далече, далече, далече -
зад гори, планини, стръмни бездни и гробища,
в свойто царство без име
- о сън! о чудовище! -
дето няма ни ден, ни година, ни утро, ни вечер:
Там!
О знам:
Ти си Той!
Не отхвърляй едничката моя молба,
изпълни ми едничкото искане -
ах. . . стой! -
Подир знойна и страшна борба,
в безсъзнание, няма да знам -
и ще чезна - аз гола -
в скверната сладост на твойто притискане
- не, не, не! -
Аз падам надолу
- с мене ти -
летим
през огън и дим, и звезди,
зелени въртипи змии,
настръхнали копия,
- по невидими стръмни пътеки -
трясък и прах,
кисък и звън;
не, не, не! -
Ах!
- Пробуда:
камбаненият звън.
В зората на местност безлюдна
оплаквам връх своите меки
колене
чудовищния труп на моя сън.
Aledar~Редактирано от Aledar~ на 28.10.01 00:48.
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Б.Т.Р: "Дюн"
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 28.10.01 00:26 |
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Без страх войни чакат зората
Очите техни са сини до край
Извоювали са те свободата
и от адa ще направят рай
А над менe слънце грее
имам пясък, но търся вода
Аз ще тръгна сам, ще посоча пътя
виждам вече там войни вървят
Аз ще тръгна сам, докато смъртта очаквам
виждам вече там вестители
Сънищата ми достигат безкрая
нося своята ужасна съдба
И планетите очакват промяна
аз ще я дам, аз ще я дам
А над менe вятър вее
имам пясък, но търся вода
Аз ще тръгна сам, ще посоча пътя
виждам вече там войни вървят
Аз ще тръгна сам, докато смъртта очаквам
виждам вече там вестители
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Когда свинцовый свод давящим гнетом склепа
На землю нагнетет, и тягу нам невмочь
Тянуть постылую, - а день сочится слепо
Сквозь тьму сплошных завес, мрачней, чем злая ночь;
И мы не на земле, а в мокром подземелье,
Где - мышь летучая, осетенная мглой, -
Надежда мечется в затворе душной кельи
И ударяется о потолок гнилой;
Как прутья частые одной темничной клетки,
Дождь плотный сторожит невольников тоски,
И в помутившемся мозгу сплетают сетки
По сумрачным углам седые пауки;
И вдруг срывается вопль меди колокольной,
Подобный жалобно взрыдавшим голосам,
Как будто сонм теней, бездомный и бездольный,
О мире возроптал упрямо к небесам;
- И дрог без пения влачится вереница
В душе, - вотще тогда Надежда слезы льет,
Как знамя черное свое Тоска-царица
Над никнущим челом победно разовьет.
Aledar~
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nothing else matters
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 28.10.01 00:32 |
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So close no matter how far
couldn't be much more from the heart
forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters
never opened myself this way
life is ours, we live it our way
all these words I don't just say
and nothing else matters
trust I seek and I find in you
every day for us something new
open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know
so close no matter how far
couldn't be much more from the heart
forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know
never opened myself this way
life is ours, we live it our way
all these words I don't just say
trust I seek and I find in you
every day for us something new
open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters
never cared for what they say
never cared for games they play
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
and I know
so close no matter how far
couldn't be much more from the heart
forever trusting who we are
no nothing else matters
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Re: Sting (an alien)
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
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I don't drink coffee I take tea my dear
I like my toast done on the side
And you can hear it in my accent when I talk
I'm an Englishman in New York
See me walking down Fifth Avenue
A walking cane here at my side
I take it everywhere I walk
I'm an Englishman in New York
I'm an alien
I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
I'm an alien
I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
If manners make the man as someone said
Then he's the hero of the day
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile
Be yourself no matter what they say
I'm an alien
I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
I'm an alien
I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
Modesty, propriety can lead to notoriety
You could end up as the only one
Gentleness, sobriety are rare in this society
At night a candle's brighter than the sun
Takes more than combat gear to make a man
Takes more than license for a gun
Confront your enemies, avoid them when you can
A gentleman will walk but never run
If manners make the man as someone said
Then he's the hero of the day
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile
Be yourself no matter what they say
I'm an alien
I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
I'm an alien
I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
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ТАЗИ НОЩ, КОГАТО НЕЖНО СПИТЕ
или си пиете разсеяно питието,
или събличате жените си,
или жените галят уморените си мъже;
тази нощ,
когато шофьорът се взира в бялата линия,
за да не излети от тъмния път,
когато пилотът приземява слепешком самолета,
когато капитанът сверява посоката по Северната звезда;
тази нощ,
когато дъщеря ми спи
и аз, за да не я събудя, пиша на кибритена клечка -
тази нощ
аз решавам живота си.
Какво направих до днес?
38-годишен -
оправдах ли щедростта на природата,
поникнаха ли всички семена, заровени в моя мозък?
Направих малко -
прецизен ли бях или мързелив?
И не оправдавам ли с безкомпромисно мълчание
своята нерешителност да говоря?
Колко пъти пожертвах живота си
за това,
което беше цел на живота ми?
Господи,
пропилях живота си, господи!
Великите ми някогашни намерения
са детски хвърчила,
над които - стъпил здраво на земята - мъдро се смея сега,
без да бъда безумен Икар,
но и без да бъда умен.
Останах честен. Но дали това е достатъчно?
Дървото, което разчита само на своя корен,
не прави компромиси,
не моли небето за дъжд,
не изяжда ближните си,
щедро се размножава,
не лъже,
не краде,
не убива -
дървото, значи, също е честно.
За съдба на дърво ли мечтаех?
Твърде дълго живях - това ми е грешката.
Защото разбрах, че ще живея дълго,
и отлагах всичко за утре, за утре, за утре…
а утрето вече е вчера.
Късно ли е да започна отново?
ВИНЯХТЕ МЕ В НЕСКРОМНОСТ ГРОЗНА,
моята вяра наричахте поза,
когато виках: Защо мълчите?
Хора, хора, бита ви убива мечтите! -
аз помня как се зъбехте вие:
хайде, ний подлеци сме, ти си светия!…
Надсмивахте е над моята непрактичност
(но ме обичахте, въпреки всичко!).
Сега ликувайте: със всеки залязъл ден
ставам все по-примирен и по-примирен,
все по-разумен, все по-практичен,
все по-скромен, все по-безличен,
все по-ниско свеждам глава…
Над мене започна да никне трева.
ДОКЪДЕ СТИГНАХМЕ? ЗА КАКВО БЕШЕ ВСИЧКО?
Оженихме се,
народихме деца -
това ли беше всичко?
Кой се разведе, кой - не, имаме млади любовници
(кой тайно, кой явно, все едно - еднакво нечестно) -
това ли беше всичко?
Един стана административен класик,
друг - непризнат гений,
трети - държавник,
четвърти - режисьор,
пети - пияница,
шести, седми, осми - забогатяха от думи,
деветия - не мога да си спомня…
Питам ви, приятели - за какво беше всичко?
Когато бедни и бледи
амбициозни предтечи
готови да сменят перото с меча
безквартирни и безкомпромисни
дрипави
трамвайни гратисчии -
днес:
елегантни,
музейно сериозни в шкоди, рена и мерцедеси,
барабанящи с кастанетата на венчалните си халки
по дайретата на дискретните си шкембета -
приятели,
кажете ми:
за какво беше всичко?
И странно единство:
всички сме недоволни от народа.
За едни народа е разглезен от благоденствие,
за друг е говедно търпелив,
за трети - прагматичен,
за петия - безразличен,
за шестия, седмия, осмия - не знам какво си е…
За деветия - не мога да си спомня.
А народът гледа на нас като на пяна
от сблъскването на вълната с твърдия бряг,
която изчезва в попивателната на пясъка.
И ний ще изчезнем.
И нито следа.
И никой няма да знае - докъде стигнахме
и за какво беше всичко.
ТОВА ЛИ БЕ ИДЕАЛА НИ - ДА ЗАБОГАТЕЕМ
за сметка на тоя народ,
комуто уж посвещаваме своя гений
и своя живот?
СЛЕД ТРИДЕСЕТАТА ГОДИНА ЗАПОЧВАТ
компромисите
в името на всички полезни неща.
За доброто се готвим постепенно и дълго,
подлеци ставаме изведнъж.
Вместо криле - размахваме лакти.
Наляво, надясно, напред, назад - и
объркваме:
врагове ли, братя ли?…
Все повече стават моите познати,
все по-малко - моите приятели.
АМБИЦИИ ДУШИТЕ НИ ТЕРЗАЯТ,
мълчим, от завист бледи…
Лайкучките дали мечтаят
да станат слънчогледи?
САМО МАРС И ВЕНЕРА. И ПАДАЩА ЗВЕЗДА.
Войни и жени,
войни и жени - и скорости…
Щастлив си, ако свети някой съседен прозорец
в тази нощ,
в тази самота.
МОЖЕ БИ МИ СЕ СЪРДИШ ТАЗИ НОЩ,
че не съм при тебе, че не си при мен.
Мила моя, може би никога още
не сме били така приближени.
Телата какво са? Обменна монета
на страсти - или тояжки за слепи…
Тази нощ през мене препускат коне
и всяко копито е мисъл за теб.
НЕПОПРАВИМО СТАНА КАТО СМЪРТ.
излишно е по тебе камъни да хвърлям.
Клетвите не могат да убият мъртвия,
молитвите не ще го възкресят.
Учудва ме единствено, че този свят
спокоен още съществува:
не падна слънцето и птиците летят,
и хората ядат и се целуват…
Нима трагедиите ни са толкова нищожни
и нищо
не могат
да променят?
Жестоко е. Безсмислено е. Невъзможно е.
Непоправимо стана като смърт.
В ЧЕРНО СЕ НАМЯТАТ КЪЩИТЕ,
ПРОЗОРЦИТЕ МЕ ГЛЕДАТ КАКТО
през цепките на капишона гледат очите на палача.
На своята мансарда като на ешафод се качвам
и чувам някъде децата ми да плачат.
Как да ги утеша? С какво да ги зарадвам?
Какви заветни думи да им кажа?… Плачат.
Плачът им пада върху шията ми като брадва.
(Без работа остана днес палачът.)
ВИДЯХ СМЪРТТА СИ: ПАДНАХ НА ПАВАЖА.
Последното, което ще видя -
бяха красивите гъвкави движения
на тези,
които ще отминат, без да ме вдигнат.
ТРЕТИ ДЕН СИ ПРИПОМНЯМ ВСИЧКИ СТАРИ УНИЖЕНИЯ.
Всяка груба дума.
Всяко поражение.
Другите са виновни - в мен ли е вината?
Спя с отворени очи.
Денят изми стената.
И пред мен въпрос като бесилка се изправя:
груб не съм ли бил и аз,
не съм ли унижавал?
Едного ли само? И един ли път?
Случайно ли ме унижават?
Случайно ли мъстят?
ЧУВАЛ СЪМ, ЧЕ ИМАЛО ЛЮБОВ ОТ ПРЪВ ПОГЛЕД.
ВЪЗМОЖНО Е.
Аз ви казвам: има намразване, по-бързо от погледа.
Напразно се ровите, напразно - не търсете причина.
Не си припомняйте обидните думи, изменните погледи,
изменните действия - не са причина те.
Всичко е като в природата: разлиства се лист и пада листо.
Въпрос на време.
И понеже смъртта е по-бърза от раждането, затова ви казвам:
намразването е по-бързо от погледа.
СТАНИ И СИ ИДИ И НЕ СЕ ВРЪЩАЙ,
отричай, ако ти напомням с нещо,
отричай, че сме се обичали,
и няма да ти бъде тъжно.
Ще изгладя с устно от леглото
отпечатъка на твоето тяло -
все едно, че те е нямало,
и няма да ни бъде тъжно.
Стани и си иди и не се връщай.
ВЕЧЕ СМЕ ЧУЖДИ,
достатъчно чужди -
ето: разговаряме
почти естествено!
АКО НЯКОЙ ПРОТЕСТИРА, АКО Е ОПАСЕН,
ако искате да укротите някого -
не го хвърляйте в затвор,
спестете си оковите,
не повтаряйте грешката на Средновековието:
не произвеждайте светци.
Не окови - пари му дайте,
не тъмница - оградете го с вещи,
не присъди - дайте му звания,
ордените не пестете!
Дори да не иска - насила му давайте
и публично
издигайте го нагоре,
нагоре -
от пост на пост го качвайте нагоре:
като стъпала на ешафод!
Ако не загуби главата си и там,
а слезе с усмивка лека -
викайте в петте посоки на света:
Ето човека!
В СЪНЯ МИ ПЛАЧАТ ЦИГУЛКИ
като боси деца през февруари,
боси деца по бели ризки
протягат тънките си ръце като струни,
реже ги лъка на зимния вятър -
цигулките плачат в съня ми,
обвиняват ме
като деца изоставени…
СЪНУВАХ ЛИ, НАИСТИНА ЛИ БЕШЕ:
вървяхме двамата из есенно поле,
голо като каска. Под земята
житните зърна си шепнеха, чакайки дъжда
като любовник, който не идва.
Дървета нямаше. Не си говорехме, вървяхме.
Не мога да си спомня - държахме ли ръцете си?
Взрив от "ура!" внезапно ни удари в гръб.
Изплашени, ний скочихме в дълбокия
като траншея селски път. Над нас
прескачаха войници и викаха ура!
Едно войниче се препъна, падна в рова,
видя ни и заплака.
Простете, казва, че ви убихме,
атаката обаче беше неудържима…
И скочи и побягна пак,
и плачейки, пак стреляше и викаше ура,
и стреляше и плачеше, и стреляше…
и сълзите му като гилзи капеха.
От всяка гилза
поникна житно стъбълце. Възкръснахме,
пожънахме и овършахме, смляхме, хляб опекохме.
Заповядайте на помен!
СЪМНЯВАМ СЕ В БИОЛОГИЯТА, ОТХВЪРЛЯМ ЕСТЕСТВЕНОТО,
не считам времето за дълг:
човек остарява
между намерението и действието -
не се ли колебаем твърде дълго?
КАЧИХА МЕ НА ПРЕДПОСЛЕДНИЯ ЕТАЖ.
Красиво.
Какъв широк хоризонт!
Вместо да тичаш - всичко е като на длан.
Задъхвам се от удоволствие.
(Да не говорим за ония,
които са над мене - на последния етаж.)
Индустрия, архитектура,
паметници,
булеварди,
поток автомобили…
А хората къде са? Не виждам хората!
(Да не говорим за ония,
които са над мене - на последния етаж.)
И с мене става нещо страшно.
И с мене става нещо страшно:
започвам да се чувствам сам
като изхвърлен от земята,
сам съм!
(Да не говорим за ония,
които са над мене - на последния етаж.)
Сам съм!
Мятам се като във клетка.
И няма изход друг, освен:
да скоча, да полетя надолу
към хората - или да пропълзя
горе: при ония,
дето са над мене - на последния етаж!
СНЕГЪТ ПАДА КАТО РАЗКАЯНА ЖЕНА
върху разкаляното рамо на пътя.
Трябва да си вървя. Иди си и ти.
Не можеш затрупа в мен всички предишни
крачки, устни и следи от нокти, иди си.
Безсмислено е. Бъдещето е тъга.
ЕДНА ЖЕНА ПЛАЧЕШЕ В ТРАМВАЯ,
в трамвай #2, който иде от гробищата,
виеше като вълчица,
като вълчица сред хора виеше,
виеше непрекъснато от началото до края,
виеше така, че разцепваше града на две като с релса.
Хората слизаха от трамвая, хората са отвикнали да слушат
вика на скръбта, хората станаха сдържани, хладнокръвни и
мъжествени станаха, сълза не можеш изцеди от очите им,
за вик да не говорим - от радост да викаш е същото,
мълчанието стана израз на всички емоции.
Живеем в тишина корава.
Човек не може да разбере:
дали в съседа му някой се ражда,
или някой мре?
А жената плачеше, стенеше, викаше, хълцаше,
виеше в трамвай #2,
виеше - както сред вълци
вие човек.
КОЛКО МЪРТЪВЦИ СЕ РАЗХОЖДАТ ИЗ МОЯТА ПАМЕТ!
Има реална страна, в която ние живеем, ходим.
Има, задгробна страна, където живеят мъртвите.
А в моята памет живеят и живи, и мъртви с еднакви права.
Срещат се, ръкуват се, разговарят и спорят, целуват се, бият се -
жив с мъртъв, мъртъв със мъртъв, жив със жив.
И аз се ръкувам и разговарям със всичките - и няма разлика.
И в това е надеждата: че смъртта е само праг към нечия памет,
където и аз ще имам със живите еднакви права.
ДУШАТА МИ ПЛАЧЕ ЗА СНЯГ,
за бяло, за чисто душата ми плаче.
Видях много земи, много свят,
видях герои, видях палачи…
Душата ми плаче за сняг.
Доста живях, колко остава?
Чака ме моя бряг:
ругатни или слава - нямам представа…
Душата ми плаче за сняг -
чиста следа в снега да оставя.
АКО ОТ ОБЪРКАНОСТ ЗАБРАВЯ, ЗНАЙТЕ:
заровете ме на село, при мама.
Тишина и далечност. И плач
естествен като шума на дърветата…
Над нивите безшумно пада здрача.
Заглъхва всичко. Сам съм. И тревите.
Аз идвам тука тайно да изплача
гнева и болката си, и лъжите.
Наивен бях. И вярвах много.
На всеки срещнат вярвах. Нищо.
Обичах ги. И лъжеха ме много.
И много ми е болно. Нищо.
Земя, ти имаш хляб и гроб за всички.
Към всички си еднакво мила:
треви и хора, зверове и птици…
Земя, дари ме с твойта сила -
да мога да обичам всички хора,
да вдъхна чест на подлеците,
герои от еснафите да сторя
и скромни люде - от глупците.
Земя, дари ме с малко сила -
да мога да повалям всеки,
забравил, че е сукал твое мляко
и е дошел по твоите пътеки…
Заглъхва всичко. Сам съм. И под мене
земята тръпне черна, топла, гола.
Аз вслушвам се в спокойното и дишане.
И падам на колени.
И се моля.
Земя, ти имаш хляб и гроб за всички.
Aledar~
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Да се завърнеш в бащината къща,
когато вечерта смирено гасне
и тихи пазви тиха нощ разгръща
да приласкае скръбни и нещастни.
Кат бреме хвърлил черната умора,
що безутешни дни ти завещаха -
ти с плахи стъпки да събудиш в двора
пред гостенин очакван радост плаха.
Да те пресрещне старата на прага
и сложил чело на безсилно рамо,
да чезнеш в нейната усмивка блага
и дълго да повтаряш: мамо, мамо...
Смирено влязъл в стаята позната,
последна твоя пристан и заслона,
да шъпнеш тихи думи в тишината,
впил морен поглед в старата икона:
аз дойдох да дочакам мирен заник,
че мойто слънце своя път измина...
О, скрити вопли на печелен странник,
напразно спомнил майка и родина!
Aledar~
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Тема
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Sting 2
[re: *]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 28.10.01 00:41 |
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Young teacher, the subject
Of schoolgirl fantasy
She wants him so badly
Knows what she wants to be
Inside her there's longing
This girl's an open page
Book marking - she's so close now
This girl is half his age
Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me
Her friends are so jealous
You know how bad girls get
Sometimes it's not so easy
To be the teacher's pet
Temptation, frustration
So bad it makes him cry
Wet bus stop, she's waiting
His car is warm and dry
Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me
Loose talk in the classroom
To hurt they try and try
Strong words in the staffroom
The accusations fly
It's no use, he sees her
He starts to shake and cough
Just like the old man in
That book by Nabakov
Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me
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Тема
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every breath you take...
[re: *]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 28.10.01 00:43 |
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Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I'll be watching you
Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
I'll be watching you
Oh can't you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches with every step you take
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you
Since you've gone I've been lost without a trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but it's you I can't replace
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
I keep crying baby, baby please
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you...
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Тема
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Re: Guns'n'Roses
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 28.10.01 00:48 |
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When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
We've been through this auch a long long time
Just tryin' to kill the pain
But lovers always come and lovers always go
An no one's really sure who's lettin' go today
Walking away
If we could take the time to lay it on the line
I could rest my head just knowin' that you were mine
All mine
So if you want to love me then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin' in the cold November rain
Do you need some time... on your own
Do you need some time... all alone
Everybody needs some time... on their own
Don't you know you need some time... all alone
I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you
(solo)
Sometimes I need some time... on my own
Sometimes I need some time... all alone
Everybody needs some time... on their own
Don't you know you need some time... all alone
(solo)
And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain
I know that you can love me
When there's no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Even cold November rain
(solo)
Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one
Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one
Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one
Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
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Тема
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live and let die
[re: *]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 28.10.01 00:48 |
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When you were young
and your heart was an open book
You used to say live and let live
(you know you did)
(you know you did)
(you know you did)
But if this ever changin world
in which we live in
Makes you give in and cry
Say live and let die
Live and let die
What does it matter to ya
When ya got a job to do
You got to do it well
You got to give the other fella hell
You used to say live and let live
(you know you did)
(you know you did)
(you know you did)
But if this ever changin world
in which we live in
Makes you give in and cry
Say live and let die
Live and let die
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Сън сънуваш, ой нерадост,
опустяла младост,
гроб в усоя, гроб сирашки
под шумата гъста.
И на гроба, ой нерадост,
опустяла младост,
кръстоклоне - кръст юнашки,
и пиле на кръста.
Заран пиле, ой нерадост,
опустяла младост,
пей, нарежда как сирака
сирашки е минал.
Вечер пиле, ой нерадост,
опустяла младост,
пей, нарежда как юнака
юнак е загинал.
Сън сънувах, ой нерадост,
опустяла младост,
сън сънувах, сън прокоба -
сънувах си гроба...
Aledar~
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ЖЕСТОКИЯТ ПРЪСТЕН
В нощта след бледните хвалебни литургии
ти пращаш да ме свържат твоите слуги -
под тягостния свод на вечна пирамида
за страшни пиршества ме водиш, Сън!
- О кървава глава във мойто блюдо!
сляп ужас на студената стена -
и призрачния път към призрачния свят отвън,
през мрачни коридори,
сплетени в жесток
без изход пръстен -
вън:
(О, агнец бял! след пълнослънчева зора над Нил,
опръскан с кървави петна,
склонил
глава - без грях, без жалба, без порок...)
Бог говори:
Aledar~Редактирано от Aledar~ на 28.10.01 00:59.
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Тема
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песен на песента ми
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 28.10.01 00:55 |
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Най-сетне ти се връщаш, блуднице несретна,
с наведена глава -
при мене, тук, в самотност неприветна.
Надире не поглеждай с тъмните слова
на уплах и тревога -
аз всичко знам...
Но знай и ти: умряха там
и дявола, и бога.
Ела при мен. Ела у мен. Кажи ми:
къде не беше ти, къде не бях
подире ти и аз?
Зигзаги вред неуловими...
Къде от ревност не горях
и в летен зной, и в зимен мраз?
На труженик ли дрипав, гладно леден,
в прихлупената изба ти не бе -
и него ли, кажи, не лъга, беден,
за празник, въздух и небе?
В полето ли при селянина груби
не беше ти,
край него дни ли не изгуби,
сама осмяла своите мечти?
Из дебрите на тъмните балкани -
посестрима хайдушка - и над гроб
ти сълзи ли не рони, великани
оплакваща наравно с жалък роб?
И пред развратница ли с просешка боязън
за поглед и усмивка не рида,
и пред невинността ли дума на съблазън
безсрамно ти не шепна,
без срам остала навсегда!
И ето че се връщаш уморена,
изплашена, отвърната, сломена.
...Уста пиянски не едни
в устата ти рубинови се впиха.
Ръце нечисти през ония дни
разплитаха, заплитаха, мърсиха
коприната на твоята коса.
В кървавите на кръвник обятия
нима веднъж се ти превива?
Разврата ли не чух невинността ти да осмива,
и невинността да те обсипва
с хули на проклятия?
И ето че се връщаш уморена,
наплашена, отвърната, сломена.
Надире не поглеждай - няма жив
на мъртъвците сред тълпата:
едни остаха там
безплътни през тишината
на спомена мъглив.
Разбойник същ, подире ти вървях
и питах аз:
какво тя мрази и обича?
Безсилен в ревност, силен в злобата си бях
и мислех аз:
какво я лъсти и увлича?
Гласа ти вредом стъпките ми заглуши.
Претърсвах аз,
претърсвах ги тогаз -
на миг пленените души.
Напразно търсих истина у тях,
създадена в лъжа и грях.
Напразно дирих и лъжата -
бог на вселената, душа в душата.
Страдание! Едно страдание безлично,
жалко, безразлично,
там негде по средата
на истината и лъжата...
И ей ме днес: погледай връх е - самота.
И те се върна, моя красота!
Че няма зло, страдание, живот
вън от сърцето ми - кивот,
където пепелта лежи
на всички истини-лъжи.
Че няма дух и няма вещ
вън от гърдите мои - пещ
на живия вселенен плам,
на цялата вселена храм.
И ти се върна! - празник ден...
Ще дъхна аз и с кървав пламък
ще пламне тук дърво и камък.
Бъди при мен - бъди у мен...
сред кървав пламък и през дим,
сред задух нетърпим,
небето в твоя поглед
дивно ще се отражава.
Душа за него ще копней!
Ти него гледай и ми пей
за хладния покой, за вечната забрава.
Сред пламъци и адски дим
ний двама с тебе ще горим,
красиви в мрачна грозота
и грозни в сяйна красота -
сред задух нетърпим,
в копнение за мир небесен,
ний двама тук ще изгорим,
ний двама с тебе, моя песен!
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Тема
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за човека
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 28.10.01 01:00 |
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Ние спориме
двама със дама
на тема:
"Човекът във новото време".
А дамата сопната, знаете -
тропа, нервира се,
даже проплаква.
Залива ме с кални потоци
от ропот
и град от словесна
атака.
- Почакайте - казвам, - почакайте,
нека... -
Но тя ме прекъсва сърдито:
- Ах, моля, запрете!
Аз мразя човека.
Не струва той вашта защита.
Аз четох как някой
насякъл с секира,
насякъл сам брат си, човека.
Измил се,
на черква отишъл
подире
и... после му станало леко. -
Смутено потръпнах. И стана ми тежко.
Но аз
понакуцвам
в теория
и рекох полека,
без злоба,
човешки,
да пробвам със тази история. -
Тя, случката, станала в село Могила.
Бащата бил скътал
пари.
Синът ги подушил,
вземал ги насила
и после баща си затрил.
Но в месец, или пък
във седмица само
властта го открила и... съд.
Ала във съдът
не потупват по рамото,
а го осъждат на смърт.
Отвели тогава злодея
злосторен,
затворили този субект.
Но във затвора попаднал на хора
и станал
човек.
Не зная с каква е
закваса заквасен,
не зная и как е
замесен,
но своята участ
от книга по-ясна
му станала с някаква песен.
И после разправял:
"Брей, как се обърках
и ето ти тебе
бесило.
Не стига ти хлеба,
залитнеш
от мъка
и стъпиш в погрешност на гнило.
И чакаш така като скот
в скотобойна,
въртиш се, в очите ти - ножа.
Ех, лошо,
ех, лошо
светът е устроен!
А може, по-иначе може..."
Тогава запявал той
своята песен,
запявал я бавно и тихо
Пред него живота
изплаввал чудесен -
и после
заспивал
усмихнат...
Но в коридова
тихо говорят.
Сетне секунда покой.
Някой полека вратата отворил. -
Хора. Зад тях часовой.
Някой от групата,
плахо и глухо,
казал му:
"Хайде, стани."
Гледали хората
тъпо и кухо
сивите, влажни стени.
Онзи в леглото
разбрал, че живота
е свършен за него,
и в миг
скочил, избърсал потта от челото
и гледал с див поглед
на бик.
Но лека-полека
човека се сетил -
страхът е без полза,
ще мре.
И някак в душата му
станало светло.
- Да тръгнем ли? - казал.
- Добре.
Той тръгнал. След него
те тръгнали също
и чувствали някакъв хлад.
Войникът си казал:
"Веднъж да се свърши...
Загазил си здравата, брат."
Във коридора
тихо говорят.
Мрак се в ъглите таи.
Слезнали после на двора,
а горе
вече зората блести.
Човекът погледнал зората,
в която
се къпела с блясък звезда,
и мислел за своята
тежка,
човешка,
жестока,
безока
съдба.
"Тя - моята - свърши...
Ще висна обесен.
Но белким се свършва
със мен?
Животът ще дойде по-хубав
от песен,
по-хубав от пролетен ден..."
Споменал за песен
и нещо се сетил.
В очите му пламък цъфтял.
Усмихнал се топло, широко и светло,
отдръпнал се, после запял.
Как мислите, може би
тука се крие
един истеричен комплекс?
Мислете тъй както си щете,
но вие
грешите, приятелко, днес. -
Човекът спокойно, тъй - дума
след дума
и твърдо редил песента.
Онези го гледали
с поглед безумен,
онези го гледали с страх.
Дори и затвора
треперел позорно,
и мрака ударил на бег.
Усмихнати чули звездите отгоре
и викнали:
"Браво, човек!"
Нататък е ясно. Въжето
изкусно
през шията, после
смъртта.
Но там в разкривените,
в сините устни
напирала пак песента.
И тук започва развръзката, значи.
Как мислиш, читателю, ти? -
Тя, бедната дама, започна да плаче,
започна във транс да крещи:
"Ужасно! Ужасно! - Разказвате,
сякаш
като че там сте били!"...
Какъв ти тук ужас?! -
Той пеел човека. -
Това е прекрасно, нали?
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Боги, боги мои! Как грустна вечерняя земля! Как таинственны
туманы над болотами. Кто блуждал в этих туманах, кто много страдал
перед смертью, кто летел над этой землей, неся на себе непосильный
груз, тот это знает. Это знает уставший. И он без сожаления покидает
туманы земли, ее болотца и реки, он отдается с легким сердцем в руки
смерти, зная, что только она одна "успокоит его."
Aledar~Редактирано от Aledar~ на 28.10.01 01:02.
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Тема
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и за стълбата
[re: *]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 28.10.01 01:04 |
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- Кой си ти? - попита го Дяволът...
- Аз съм плебей по рождение и всички дрипльовци са мои братя. О, колко е грозна земята и колко са нещастни хората!
Това говореше млад момък, с изправено чело и стиснати юмруци. Той стоеше пред стълбата - висока стълба от бял мрамор с розови жилки. Погледът му бе стрелнат в далечината, дето като мътни вълни на придошла река шумяха сивите тълпи на мизерията. Те се вълнуваха, кипваха мигом, вдигаха гора от сухи черни ръце, гръм от негодувание и яростни викове разлюляваха въздуха и ехото замираше бавно, тържествено като далечни топовни гърмежи. Тълпите растяха, идеха в облаци жълт прах, отделни силуети все по-ясно и по-ясно се изрязваха на общия сив фон. Идеше някакъв старец, приведен ниско доземи, сякаш търсеше изгубената си младост. За дрипавата му дреха се държеше босоного момиченце, и гледаше високата стълба с кротки, сини като метличина очи. Гледаше и се усмихваше. А след тях идеха все одрипели, сиви, сухи фигури и в хор пееха протегната, погребална песен. Някой остро свиреше с уста, друг, пъхнал ръце в джобовете, се смееше високо, дрезгаво, а в очите му гореше безумие.
- Аз съм плебей по рождение и всички дрипльовци ми са братя. О, колко грозна е земята и колко са нещастни хората! О, вие там горе, вие...
Това говореше млад момък, с изправено чело и стиснати в закана юмруци.
- Вие мразите ония горе? - попита дяволът и лукаво се приведе към момъка.
- О, аз ще отмъстя на тия принцове и князе. Жестоко ще им отмъстя зарад братята ми, зарад моите братя, които имат лица, жълти като пясък, които стенат по-зловещо от декемврийските виелици! Виж голите им кървави меса, чуй стоновете им! Аз ще отмъстя за тях! Пусни ме!
Дяволът се усмихна:
- Аз съм страж на ония горе и без подкуп няма да ги предам.
- Аз нямам злато, аз нямам нищо с което да те подкупя... Аз съм беден, дрипав юноша... Но аз съм готов да сложа главата си.
Дяволът пак се усмихна:
- О, не, аз не искам толкоз много! Дай ми ти само слуха си!
- Слуха си? С удоволствие... Нека никога нищо не чуя, нека...
- Ти пак ще чуваш! - успокои го Дяволът и му стори път. - Мини!
Момъкът се затече, наведнъж прекрачи три стъпала, но косматата ръка на Дявола го дръпна:
- Стига! Спри да чуеш как стенат там доле твоите братя!
Момъкът спря и се вслуша:
- Странно, защо те започнаха изведнъж да пеят весело и тъй безгрижно да се смеят?... - И той пак се затече.
Дяволът пак го спря:
- За да минеш още три стъпала, аз искам очите ти!
Момъкът отчаяно махна ръка.
- Но тогава аз няма да мога да виждам нито своите братя, нито тия, на които отивам да отмъстя!
Дяволът:
- Ти пак ще виждаш... Аз ще ти дам други, много по-хубави очи!
Момъкът мина още три стъпала и се вгледа надоле. Дяволът му напомни:
- Виж голите им кървави меса.
- Боже мой! Та това е тъй странно; кога успяха да се облекат толкоз хубаво! А вместо кървави рани те са обкичени с чудно алени рози!
През всеки три стъпала Дяволът взимаше своя малък откуп. Но момъкът вървеше, той даваше с готовност всичко, стига да стигне там и да отмъсти на тия тлъсти князе и принцове! Ето едно стъпало, само още едно стъпало, и той ще бъде горе! Той ще отмъсти зарад братята си!
- Аз съм плебей по рождение и всички дрипльовци...
- Млади момко, едно стъпало още! Само още едно стъпало, и ти ще отмъстиш. Но аз винаги за това стъпало вземам двоен откуп: дай ми сърцето и паметта си.
Момъкът махна ръка:
- Сърцето ли? Не! Това е много жестоко!
Дяволът се засмя гърлесто, авторитетно:
- Аз не съм толкова жесток. Аз ще ти дам в замяна златно сърце и нова памет! Ако не приемеш, ти никога няма да минеш туй стъпало, никога няма да отмъстиш за братята си - тия, които имат лица като пясък и стенат по-зловещо от декемврийските виелици.
Юношата погледна зелените иронични очи на Дявола:
- Но аз ще бъда най-нещастният. Ти ми взимаш всичко човешко.
- Напротив - най-щастливият!... Но? Съгласен ли си: само сърцето и паметта си.
Момъкът се замисли, черна сянка легна на лицето му, по сбръчканото чело се отрониха мътни капки пот, той гневно сви юмруци и процеди през зъби:
- Да бъде! Вземи ги!
...И като лятна буря, гневен и сърдит, разветрил черни коси, той мина последното стъпало. Той беше вече най-горе. И изведнъж в лицето му грейна усмивка, очите му заблестяха с тиха радост и юмруците му се отпуснаха. Той погледна пируващите князе, погледна доле, дето ревеше и проклинаше сивата дрипава тълпа. Погледна, но нито един мускул не трепна по лицето му: то бе светло, весело, доволно. Той виждаше доле празнично облечени тълпи, стоновете бяха вече химни.
- Кой си ти? - дрезгаво и лукаво го попита Дяволът.
- Аз съм принц по рождение и боговете ми са братя! О, колко красива е земята и колко са щастливи хората!
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Re: Булгаков
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 28.10.01 01:07 |
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...Так кто ж ты, наконец?
-- Я -- часть той силы,
что вечно хочет
зла и вечно совершает благо.
Гете. "Фауст"
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Тема
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за англофилите
[re: *]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 28.10.01 01:19 |
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FAUST
...Who then art thou?
MEPHISTOPHELES
Part of that power which still
Produceth good, whilst ever scheming ill.
FAUST
What hidden mystery in this riddle lies?
MEPHISTOPHELES
The spirit I, which evermore denies!
And justly; for whate’er to light is brought
Deserves again to be reduced to naught;
Then better ’twere that naught should be.
Thus all the elements which ye
Destruction, Sin, or briefly, Evil, name,
As my peculiar element I claim.
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Тема
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слънчогледи
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 28.10.01 01:22 |
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Ах, ето де ме ти изведе,
ти, който нявга властно обеща
на мойта гордост - вихрени победи
и жар всерадостна на любовта.
Скърбя в градини глъхнали и бледи,
обител на покрусена мечта.
Аз чувам тиха жал по утринта
на слънце невидели слънчогледи.
Кому бе нужна моята съблазън?
Защо съм обнищен, защо наказан -
не знам. Неведа черна заслони
бездънното небе на мойто Време
и то ми праща днес нощи и дни,
които само Тя ще ми отнеме.
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Тема
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посвещава се на часовете по история в училище
[re: *]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 28.10.01 01:28 |
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Какво ще ни дадеш, историйо,
от пожълтелите си страници? -
Ний бяхме неизвестни хора
от фабрики и канцеларии,
ний бяхме селяни, които
миришеха на лук и вкиснало,
и под мустаците увиснали
живота псувахме сърдито.
Ще бъдеш ли поне признателна,
че те нахранихме с събития
и те напоихме богато
с кръвта на хиляди убити.
Ще хванеш контурите само,
а вътре, знам, ще бъде празно
и няма никой да разказва
за простата човешка драма.
Поетите ще са улисани
във темпове и във агитки
и нашта мъка ненаписана
сама в пространството ще скита.
Живот ли бе - да го опишеш?
Живот ли бе - да го разровиш?
Разровиш ли го - ще мирише
и ще горчи като отрова.
По синорите сме се раждали,
на завет някъде до тръните,
а майките лежали влажни
и гризли сухите си бърни.
Като мухи сме мрели есен,
жените вили по задушница,
изкарвали плача на песен,
но само бурена ги слушал.
Онез, които сме оставали,
се потехме и под езика,
работехме къде що хванем,
работехме като добитък.
Мъдруваха бащите в къщи:
"Така било е и ще бъде..."
А ние плюехме намръщено
на оглупялата им мъдрост.
Зарязвахме софрите троснато
и търтвахме навън, където
една надежда ни докосваше
със нещо хубаво и светло.
О, как сме чакали напрегнато
в задръстените кафенета!
И късно през нощта си легахме
с последните комюникета.
О, как се люшкахме в надеждите!...
А тегнеше небето ниско,
свистеше въздуха нажежен...
Не мога повече! Не искам!...
Но в многотомните писания,
под буквите и редовете
ще вика нашето страдание
и ще се зъби неприветно -
защото би ни безпощадно
живота с тежките си лапи
направо по устата гладни,
затуй езика ни е грапав.
И стиховете, дето пишем,
когато краднем от съня си,
парфюмен аромат не дишат,
а са навъсени и къси.
За мъката - не щем награди,
не ще дотегнем и с клишета
на томовете ти грамади,
натрупани през вековете.
Но разкажи със думи прости
на тях - на бъдещите хора,
които ще поемат поста ни,
че ние храбро сме се борили.
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Тема
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nevermore
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 28.10.01 01:31 |
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Пропасти вечни делят те от мене,
зная, че ти си безкрайно далеч,
но пак като лъч след вековно затмение,
чакам да дойдеш... Ще дойдеш ли?
- Никога веч!
Рано пробуден, с тъги непросветни,
впивам аз погледи в мрака далеч
и с клетви, и жал, безутешно преплетени,
чакам да съмне... Ще съмне ли?
- Никога веч!
Мойте градини Неволята черна
с преспи засипа. Те дремят далеч,
а химни и смях в полунощ обезверена
чакам да трепнат!... Ще трепнат ли?
- Никога веч!
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IN THE TOWN WHERE I WAS BORN
LIVED A MAN WHO SAILED THE SEA
AND HE TOLD US OF HIS LIFE
IN THE LAND OF SUBMARINES
SO WE SAILED UP TO THE SUN
TILL WE FOUND THE SEA OF GREEN
AND WE LIVED BENEATH THE WAVES
IN OUR YELLOW SUBMARINE
WE ALL LIVE IN A YELLOW SUBMARINE
YELLOW SUBMARINE, YELLOW SUBMARINE
WE ALL LIVE IN A YELLOW SUBMARINE
YELLOW SUBMARINE, YELLOW SUBMARINE
AND OUR FRIENDS ARE ALL ABOARD
MANY MORE OF THEM LIVE NEXT DOOR
AND THE BAND BEGINS TO PLAY
WE ALL LIVE IN A YELLOW SUBMARINE
YELLOW SUBMARINE, YELLOW SUBMARINE
WE ALL LIVE IN A YELLOW SUBMARINE
YELLOW SUBMARINE, YELLOW SUBMARINE
AS WE LIVE A LIFE OF EASE
EVERYONE OF US HAS ALL WE NEED
SKY OF BLUE AND SEA OF GREEN
IN OUR YELLOW SUBMARINE
WE ALL LIVE IN A YELLOW SUBMARINE
YELLOW SUBMARINE, YELLOW SUBMARINE
WE ALL LIVE IN A YELLOW SUBMARINE
YELLOW SUBMARINE, YELLOW SUBMARINE
WE ALL LIVE IN A YELLOW SUBMARINE
YELLOW SUBMARINE, YELLOW SUBMARINE
WE ALL LIVE IN A YELLOW SUBMARINE
YELLOW SUBMARINE, YELLOW SUBMARINE
Aledar~
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Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
There's nothing you can do that can't be done
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung
Nothing you can say but you can learn how the play the game
It's easy
There's nothing you can make that can't me made
No on you can save that can't be saved
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time
It's easy
All you need is love
All you need is love
All you need is love, love
Love is all you need
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
All you need is love
All you need is love
All you need is love, love
Love is all you need
There's nothing you can know that isn't known
Nothing you can see that isn't shown
No where you can be that isn't where you're meant to be
It's easy
All you need is love
All you need is love
All you need is love, love
Love is all you need
All you need is love
All you need is love
All you need is love, love
Love is all you need
Love is all you need
That is all you need
That is all you need
That is all you need
That is all you need
Aledar~
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Тема
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eleanor
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 28.10.01 06:23 |
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Ah, look at all the lonely people!
Ah, look at all the lonely people!
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church
Where a wedding has been,
Lives in a dream,
Waits at the window, wearing a face
That she keeps in a jar by the door,
Who is it for?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon
That no one will hear.
No one comes near.
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night
When there's nobody there, what does he care?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people!
Ah, look at all the lonely people!
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried
Along with her name.
Nobody came.
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands
As he walks from the grave
No one was saved.
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
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Тема
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Re: heh
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 28.10.01 06:34 |
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Тема
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hey buldog
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 29.10.01 14:01 |
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Sheepdog
Standing in the rain,
Bullfrog
Doing it again
Some think that happinness is measured out in years
You don't know what it's like to listen to your fears
Child-like
No one understands,
Jack knife
In your sweaty hands,
Some think that happiness is measured out in miles
What makes you think you're something special when you smile
You can talk to me, if you're lonely you can talk to me
Big man
Walking in the park
Whigwam
Frightened of the dark
Some think that happiness is measured out in you
You think you know me but you haven't got a clue
You can talk to me, if you're lonely you can talk to me
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Тема
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Only A Northern Song
[re: feste]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 29.10.01 19:27 |
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If you're listening to this song
You may think the chords are going wrong
But they're not
He just wrote it like that.
It doesn't really matter what chords I play
What words I say
or time of day it is
As it's only a Northern song
It doesn't really matter what clothes I wear
Or how I fare
or if my hair is brown
When it's only a Northern song.
When you're listening late at night
You may think the band are not quite right
But they are, they just play it like that
It doesn't really matter what chords I play
What words I say or time of day it is
As it's only a Northern song.
It doesn't really matter what clothes I wear
Or how I fare
or if my hair is brown
When it's only a Northern song.
If you think the harmony
Is a little dark and out of key
You're correct, there's nobody there.
It doesn't really matter what chords I play
What words I say or time of day it is
And I told you there's no one there.
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Тема
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Re: Изповедта на еретиците
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | ИCTEPИЯ (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 30.10.01 06:30 |
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ИСТЕРИЯ
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Тема
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Re: Изповедта на еретиците
[re: ИCTEPИЯ]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 31.10.01 20:30 |
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МИСТЕРИЯ
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Тема
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2001
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 01.11.01 00:02 |
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Той е тук за малко. Той е временно минаващ.
2.0.0.1, помогни му!
Един човек не знае пътя. Това съм аз.
Един човек нетърпеливо чака нещо да се случи.
Чака своята експлозия.
Един човек отказва да мечтае за собствения си живот.
Това съм аз.
Той мисли, че утре няма нищо различно, важно, интересно.
Нищо, което да струва усилията на неговата кръв,
на неговия сърдечен мускул. Нищо.
Той бяга от себе си.
Един човек иска да се спаси от себе си.
Това съм аз. 2.0.0.1, помогни му!
2.0.0.1, слушам ви!
Един човек е яростен на целия свят,
защото светът го лиши от врагове, от очевидности, от романтика.
Сега той трябва да решава в кой бог да вярва,
в коя страна да бъде, къде да работи, с кого да остарее заедно.
Трябва да решава за всичко.
Един човек вижда, чува, усеща с кожата си
края на света, края на света,
края на света, краха на света.
Той не разбира всяка лъжа,
твоята двойна мисъл,
той намира смисъл в други неща, в други неща.
Не го блъфирай! Не го блъфирай!
Не го блъфирай! Той мрази това!
Един човек е спрял на пътя. Това съм аз.
Той е тук за малко. Той е временно минаващ.
Той отдавна е емигрирал в интернет,
в себе си, в други неща.
Един човек се чувства най-добре, когато танцува сам.
Всеки допир с тяло, с поглед, с някой го изнервя.
2.0.0.1, помогни му!
2.0.0.1, слушам ви!
Един човек се облича като другите, говори като другите,
носи техните вируси, техните татуировки.
Поглъща порно и насилие от телевизора.
Един човек не разбира:
човек убива човек, човек забравя калта.
Един човек не разбира това. Не разбира това!
Един човек вижда, чува, усеща с кожата си
края на света, края на света,
края на света, краха на света!
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БАЛАДА ЗА ОБРАТНИТЕ ИСТИНИ
[re: *]
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Автор |
Amonyak (NomaD) |
Публикувано | 01.11.01 01:19 |
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На врага се осланя човек
и е петимен всеки за глад,
който спи като пън, е нащрек,
вкус на плява - каква благодат,
колко смел е превитият врат,
нежност има в сърцето от лед
и почтеност във злия пират,
а на влюбен умът му е в ред.
На изгнаника пътят е лек,
чист е, който се къпе в разврат,
изнудвачът - на почит човек,
луда радост - ритникът отзад,
лицемерът е верен събрат,
най-добре е да нямаш късмет,
всичко бяло е в черния цвят,
а на влюбен умът му е в ред.
Всяко бреме е пухен дюшек,
а простакът - духовно богат,
жив е, който лежи във ковчег,
да крадеш е почтен занаят,
всеки пъзльо е смел акробат,
от ядосан се иска съвет,
във бардаците няма разврат,
а на влюбен умът му е в ред.
Вас ви дразни подобен похват?
Изигран, аз съм всъщност богат.
Йезуитът е доблестен гад.
От трагизъм сме смешни наглед.
Няма истини без маскарад.
А на влюбен умът му е в ред.
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В СЛЕДВАЩИЯ ВЕК
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Автор |
Amonyak (NomaD) |
Публикувано | 01.11.01 01:47 |
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Преминава действителността в недействителност постепенно.
Ще прочетеш буквите, излезли изпод това перо,
и ще го упрекнеш, както мравка - дърво,
за неговата леност.
Помни: хората напускат квартирите само при някой пряк
повод - я наемът скочил, я започнала жилищна криза;
просто бъдещето иска да влиза и излиза
без тях.
Но да вземем съзвездията: според съдебното им досие,
ако светлинната скорост е бедствие,
присъствието им е отсъствие и битието - следствие
на небитие.
С времето уликите стават по-важни от вината, наште дни -
по-забавни от живота; и гласът става огромен
препинателен знак. Макар че от теб никой не чака ни
телескоп, ни дори някакъв спомен.
1995
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Тема
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Re: БАЛАДА ЗА НЯКОГАШНИТЕ ЖЕНИ
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 01.11.01 06:24 |
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Кажете ми в коя страна
е днеска Флора, в Рим ценена,
Таис, в чиято слабина
бе много сила изцедена,
и Ехо - с хубост вкаменена, -
мълвяща край безкраен бряг,
от шепот даже уязвена?
Къде си днеска, лански сняг?
А Елоиза? Тя узна
цената си зарад химена -
кастрираха го без вина
и расо Абелар надена...
А тази, с толкоз власт дарена,
че Буридан по неин знак
в чувал да бъде хвърлен в Сена?
Къде си днеска, лански сняг?
И Бланка, лилия една
със глас на мамеща сирена,
и Жана, храбрата жена,
в Руан на клада изгорена,
Алис, за рицаря мишена,
и Берта с мощния си крак -
къде са, Дево пресвещена?
Къде си днеска, лански сняг?
Но, Ваша милост, седем дена
да търсите - и пак, и пак
ще се завръщате с рефрена:
къде си днеска, лански сняг?
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Тема
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чаша с вода
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 01.11.01 06:29 |
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Ти стоиш, водичка, във чашата пред мене
и ме гледаш с очи, избягали изпод крана,
в които, блестейки, е раздвоена
прозрачната твоя вярна охрана.
И знаеш, че аз съм ти бъдещето: фуния,
одушевен стълб, перспективна несъразмерност;
чакат те влакната и тъмотията
на вътрешности, даже на артерии.
Но ти не се плашиш. В затворите има несметни
варианти за субстанции безприютни,
сравнено със свобода под тюл нарешетен
или пък със свобода абсолютна.
Вярно, можеш без мен. Но колкото по-дълго протакам
своя край, толкова по-късно ще свариш
да се превърнеш в дъжд зад стъклата,
шлифоващ без мен тротоарите.
1995
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Тема
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ПРИВИДЕНИЕТО
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Автор |
basilisk (непознат
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Публикувано | 01.11.01 08:03 |
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Когато ме довършиш от презрение,
убийцо, и решиш тогава,
че мойта смърт от мен те отървава,
ще дойда нощем като привидение,
да видя кой до теб се излежава.
Ти всуе ще го буташ и ще пискаш,
че той, от любовта ти отмалял,
от страх, че пак му искаш,
ще се престори на заспал,
а ти, весталко мнима, ще притискаш
в гърба му потна от живак снага
и ще трепериш като брулен клен -
по призрак и от мен.
Какво ще кажа, засега
е тайна. Само не търси пощада.
Бих искал да те проваля с наслада,
а не чрез мен да се спасиш от ада.
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Тема
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Re: Апокрифен линк
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | L_Mantis (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 01.11.01 09:36 |
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Amonyak , ami to smisyla e qsen.... samo che spored men , pri segashnite vremena , tazi izpoved si e glas v pustinq...
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Тема
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i az sym taka
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Автор | basilisk (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 01.11.01 20:01 |
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baven jazz:
I make a date for golf
and you can bet your life it rains
I try to give a party
and the guy upstairs complains...
I guess I'll go trough life
just catching colds and missing trains...
Everything happens to me.
I never miss a thing -
I've had the measles and the mumps...
And every time I play an ace
my partner always trumps...
I guess I'm just a fool
who never looks before she jumps...
Everything happens to me.
At first my heart thought you could break this jinx for me,
that love would turn the tricks to end dispair.
But now I just can't fool this head that thinks for me,
I've mortgaged all my castles in the air...
I telegraphed and phoned
and sent an air-mail special too -
your answer was "good-bye"
and there was even postage due...
I fell in love just once
and then it had to be with you -
everything happens to me.
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Тема
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Усмихни се, гневно агне...
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Автор |
Amonyak (NomaD) |
Публикувано | 01.11.01 21:38 |
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Улыбнись ребенок гневный с Рафаэлева холста, -
На холсте уста вселенной, но она уже не та:
В легком воздухе свирели раствори жемчужин боль,
В синий, синий цвет синели океана въелась соль.
Цвет воздушного разбоя и пещерной густоты,
Складки бурного покоя на коленях разлиты.
На скале черствее хлеба - молодых тростинки рощ,
И плывет углами неба восхитительная мощь.
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Тема
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Jubilate Agno
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | basilisk (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 01.11.01 23:08 |
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For I will consider my Cat Jeoffrey
For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.
For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in his way.
For is this done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant
quickness.
For then he leaps up to catch the musk, which is the blessing of God upon his
prayer.
For he rolls upon prank to work it in.
For having done duty and received blessing he begins to consider himself.
For this he performs in ten degrees . . .
For having consider'd God and himself he will consider his neighbor.
For if he meets another cat he will kiss her in kindness.
For when he takes his prey he plays with it to give it chance.
For one mouse in seven escapes by his dallying . . .
For the English cats are the best in Europe.
For he is the cleanest in the use of his fore-paws of any quadrupede.
For the dexterity of his defense is an instance of the love of God to him exceedingly.
For he is the quickest to his mark of any creature.
For he is tenacious of his point.
For he is a mixture of gravity and waggery.
For he knows that God is his Saviour.
For there is nothing sweeter than his peace when at rest.
For there is nothing brisker than his life when in motion.
For he is the Lord's poor and so indeed is he called by benevolence perpetually -- Poor Jeoffrey! poor Jeoffrey! the rat has bit thy throat.
For I bless the name of the Lord Jesus that Jeoffrey is better.
For the divine spirit comes about his body to sustain it in compleat cat.
1762
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Тема
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Re: Усмихни се, гневно агне...
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 02.11.01 15:29 |
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Вы, с квадратными окошками
Невысокие дома,-
Здравствуй, здравствуй, петербургская
Несуровая зима.
И торча, как щуки, ребрами
Незамерзшие катки,
И еще в прихожих слепеньких
Валяются коньки.
А давно ли по каналу плыл
С красным обжигом гончар,
Продавал с гранитной лесенки
Добросовестный товар?
Ходят боты, ходят серые
У Гостиного двора,
И сама собой сдирается
С мандаринов кожура.
И в мешочке кофий жареный,
Прямо с холоду - домой:
Электрическою мельницей
Смолот мокко золотой.
Шоколадные, кирпичные
Невысокие дома,-
Здравствуй, здравствуй, петербургская
Несуровая зима!
И приемные с роялями,
Где, по креслам рассадив,
Доктора кого-то потчуют
Ворохами старых "Нив".
После бани, после оперы,
Все равно, куда ни шло,
Бестолковое, последнее
Трамвайное тепло...
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Are you blind when you're born? Can you see in the dark?
Dare you look at a king? Would you sit on his throne?
Can you say of your bite that it's worse than your bark?
Are you cock of the walk when you're walking alone?
Because jellicles are and jellicles do
Jellicles do and jellicles would
Jellicles would and jellicles can
Jellicles can and jellicles do
When you fall on your head, do you land on your feet?
Are you tense when you sense there's a storm in the air?
Can you find your way blind when you're lost in the street?
Do you know how to go to the heaviside layer?
Because jellicles can and jellicles do
Jellicles do and jellicles can
Jellicles can and jellicles do
Jellicles do and jellicles can
Jellicles can and jellicles do
Can you ride on a broomstick to places far distant?
Familiar with candle, with book, and with bell?
Were you Whittington's friend? The Pied Piper's assistant?
Have you been an alumnus of heaven and hell?
Are you mean like a minx? Are you lean like a lynx?
Are you keen to be seen when you're smelling a rat?
Were you there when the pharaoh commissioned the Sphinx?
If you were, and you are, you're a jellicle cat
Jellicle songs for jellicle cats
Jellicle songs for jellicle cats
Jellicle songs for jellicle cats
Jellicle songs for jellicle cats
Jellicle songs for jellicle cats
We can dive through the air like a flying trapeze
We can turn double somersaults, bounce on a tire
We can run up a wall, we can swing through the trees
We can balance on bars, we can walk on a wire
Jellicles can and jellicles do
Jellicles can and jellicles do
Jellicles can and jellicles do
Jellicles can and jellicles do
Jellicle songs for jellicle cats
Jellicle songs for jellicle cats
Jellicle songs for jellicle cats
Jellicle songs for jellicle cats
Can you sing at the same time in more than one key?
Duets by Rossini and waltzes by Strauss?
And can you (as cats do) begin with a 'C'?
That always triumphantly brings down the house?
Jellicle cats are queen of the nights
Singing at astronomical heights
Handling pieces from the 'Messiah'
Hallelujah, angelical Choir
The mystical divinity of unashamed felinity
Round the cathedral rang 'Vivat'
Life to the everlasting cat!
Feline, fearless, faithful and true
To others who do-what
Jellicles do and jellicles can
Jellicles can and jellicles do
Jellicle cats sing jellicle chants
Jellicles old and jellicles new
Jellicle song and jellicle dance
Jellicle songs for jellicle cats
Jellicle songs for jellicle cats
Jellicle songs for jellicle cats
Jellicle songs for jellicle cats
Practical cats, dramatical cats
Pragmatical cats, fanatical cats
Oratorical cats, Delphicoracle cats
Skeptical cats, Dispeptical cats
Romantical cats, Pedantical cats
Critical cats, parasitical cats
Allegorical cats, metaphorical cats
Statistical cats and mystical cats
Political cats, hypocritical cats
Clerical cats, hysterical cats
Cynical cats, rabbinical cats
Jellicle songs for jellicle cats
Jellicle songs for jellicle cats
Jellicle songs for jellicle cats
Jellicle songs for jellicle cats
Jellicle songs for jellicle cats
There's a man over there with a look of surprise
As much as to say well now how about that?
Do I actually see with my own very eyes
A man who's not heard of a jellicle cat?
What's a jellicle cat?
What's a jellicle cat?
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Les amoureux fervents et les savants austères
Aiment également, dans leur mûre saison,
Les chats puissants et doux, orgueil de la maison,
Qui comme eux sont frileux et comme eux sédentaires.
Amis de la science et de la volupté,
Ils cherchent le silence et l'horreur des ténèbres;
L'Èrèbe les eût pris pour ses coursiers funèbres,
S'ils pouvaient au servage incliner leur fierté.
Ils prennent en songeant les nobles attitudes
Des grands sphinx allongés au fond des solitudes,
Qui semblent s'endormir dans un rêve sans fin;
Leurs reins féconds sont pleins d'étincelles magiques,
Et des parcelles d'or, ainsi qu'un sable fin,
Ètoilent vaguement leurs prunelles mystiques
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Тема
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пхе
[re: feste]
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Автор | Aлeдap (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 03.11.01 10:50 |
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смотания
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Тема
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Аз съм чужда мисъл
[re: feste]
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Автор |
basilisk (непознат
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Публикувано | 03.11.01 23:13 |
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Доближавам химикалката
до листа и чувам затишие.
Леко докосвам реда -
появява се шепот.
- Тя ще напише...
Не мога да чуя.
- Тя ще издърпа,
издърпа, издърпа
конеца, навивайки го на химикалката,
за който сме свързани -
- Нищо не дърпам -
- От който живеем
в задгръбния свят -
- Задгробния свят.
- Не, задгръбния свят
и минаваме с тези драскулки
в предочния.
Казах:
- Ние нямаме чисти контури
и ги търсим при вас.
Прочетох:
- Ние нямаме край
и използваме
вашия________________
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Един малък човек ми каза:
- Направил съм робот, който пробива дупки на хората
и те изтичат
Показа ми го.
Не лъжеше.
Послед обави замислен:
- Всеки си има свой живот -
ти, аз - всеки.
- Какво общо има това с робота? - попитах
- А, има, има.
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ми|ти|ни написа...
"- светът е в лошо състояние. След като наскоро умря последната мечка гризли, се отвори място за грифоните - точно както смъртта на последния епиорнис доведе йети, птицата додо - чудовището от лох нес, прелетният гълъб - снежният човек от с. америка, синият кит - морския кракен, американският орел - василиска...
- не си убедителен..
- я си пийни още една глътка...."
той посяга и се втрещва.. щото до бирата седи създание готово за скок и нападение..... казва се "минисфинкс".. появил се след унищоженнието на вируса на едрата шарка..
фантастика..
залазни..
ми.. пише ми се... преписва ми се...
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Рускинята от нашия етаж,
Раиса,
идва от Сибир.
"Друуг руснаак да пийташ,
ще ти кааже "ат Ленинграад" -
тье все ат Ленинграад -
пак аз си каазвам - ат Сибир,
ат калхуоз."
Седим си с Раиса на меча кожа
и тя ме черпи с горски чай.
В този момент на вратата се звънва:
- Дзобъ дзен - нахлува ясен американски акцент
и на прага грейват двама червенокоси мормони,
несъзнаващи тежестта на мисията си.
- Идваме в иметцо на
жживия Бог, жживия Бог.
- Уой, Гуоспади,
всеки знает що Буог не умрял.
- Вие вярватце ли в Бог?
- Бе я се разкарай аттука,
идиот такав.
Днес, на 16-тия етаж,
големите се срещнаха.
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Тема
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....или пък на руски
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | фecтe (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 04.11.01 12:34 |
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Как в комнате простой, От книжной мудрости иль нег любви устав,
Мы все влюбляемся, поры достигнув зрелой,
В изнеженность и мощь их бархатного тела,
В их чуткость к холоду и домоседный нрав.
Покоем дорожа и тайными мечтами,
Ждут тишины они и сумерек ночных.
Эреб в свой экипаж охотно впрег бы их,
Когда бы сделаться могли они рабами!
Святошам и толпе они внушают страх.
Мечтая, вид они серьезный принимают
Тех сфинксов каменных, которые в песках
Неведомых пустынь красиво так мечтают!
Их чресла искр полны, и в трепетных зрачках
Песчинки золота таинственно блистают.
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Turn around, look at what you see, yeah
In her face, the mirror of your dreams, whoa
Make believe I'm everywhere, hidden in the lines
Written on the pages is the answer to our neverending story
Neverending story
Reach the stars, and fly a fantasy, yeah
Dream a dream, and what you see will be, yeah yeah yeah
Lives that keep their secrets will unfold behind the clouds
And there upon the rainbow is the answer to our neverending story
Neverending story
Story
Neverending story
(GO!)
Show no fear, for she may fade away, yeah
In your hand, the birth of a new day, yeah yeah yeah
Lives that keep their secrets will unfold behind the clouds
And there upon the rainbow is the answer to our neverending story
(3x)
Nevending story
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Aledar~
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High-rise buildings
Low cost apartments
Financial district
Industrial area
Rows of blue collars
Steelworkers’ clink-clang
Metal rhythm left and right
This is the city, city of light
Flicker
Click on
Click off
Click on
The faceless men
The machines of the city
6 p.m. whistle
Next the inner city
Smiling grimey faces
Tea at the local pub
Low-cut dresses
High-spirited workers
Sizzling neon-lights, click on
This is the city, city of light
Flicker
Click on
Click off
Click on
The faceless men
The machines of the city
2 a.m. binge
Low-life slagheap
Used up and burnt out
Like a kick in the teeth
Ramble, shamble on home
Grime back in harness
Metal rhythm left and right
This is the city, city of light
Flicker
Click on
Click off
Click on
The faceless men
The machines of the city
Aledar~
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Circa mea pectora multa sunt suspiria
De tua pulchritudine, que me ledunt misere.
Venus! - I trow'd thou wast my friend -
Professed to Heaven thou wouldst send;
As a disciple of a villain
Didst thou act the tragedienne.
Iam amore virginali totus ardeo.
Amor volat undique, captus est libidine.Venus! - I trow'd thou wast my friend -
Professed to Heaven thou wouldst send;
As a disciple of a villain
Didst thou act the tragedienne.
Iam amore virginali totus ardeo.
Circa mea pectora multa sunt suspiria
De tua pulchritudine, que me ledunt misere.
Tui lucent oculi sicut solis radij.
Sicut splendor fulguris, qui lucem donat tenebris
Aledar~
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Suddenly before my eyes
Hues of indigo rise
With them how my spirit sighs
Paint the sky with stars
Only night will ever know
Why the heavens never show
All the dreams there are to know
Paint the sky with stars
Who has paced the mightnight sky
So a spirit has to fly
As the heavens seem so far
Now who will paint the midnight star?
Night has brought to those who sleep
Only dreams they cannot keep
I have legends in the deep
Paint the sky with stars
Who has paced the midnight sky
So a spirit has to fly
As the heaven seem so far
Now who will paint the midnight star?
Place a name upon the night
One to set your heart alight
And to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars
Aledar~
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If you gave me just a coin
for every time we say goodbye ...
Well, I'd be rich beyond my dreams
I'm sorry for my weary life
I know I'm not perfect
but I can smile
And I hope that you see this heart
behind my tired eyes
If you tell me that I can't
I will, I will, I'll try all night
And if I say I'm coming home
I'll probably be out all night
I know I can be afraid
but I'm alive
And I hope that you trust this heart
behind my tired eyes
I'm no angel, but please don't think that I won't try and try
I'm no angel, but does that mean that I can't live my life?
I'm no angel, but please don't think that I can't cry
I'm no angel, but does that mean that I won't fly?
I know I'm not around each night
and I know I always think I'm right
I can believe that you might look around
I'm no angel, but please don't think that I won't try and try
I'm no angel, but does that mean that I can't live my life?
I'm no angel, but please don't think that I can't cry
I'm no angel, but does that mean that I won't fly?
Aledar~
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Even on a day like this
when you're crawling on the floor,
reaching for the phone to ring,
anyone who knows you anymore
It's alright to make mistakes
You're only human
Inside everybody's hiding something
Staring at the same four walls
have you tried to help yourself?
The rings around your eyes, they don't hide
that you need to get some rest
It's alright to make mistakes
You're only human
Inside everybody's hiding something
Take time to catch your breath and choose your moment
Don't slide
Even at a time like this
when the morning seems so far
Think that pain belongs to you
but it's happened to us all
It's alright to make mistakes
You're only human
Inside everybody's hiding something
Take time to catch your breath and choose your moment
Don't slide
You brought this on yourself
and it's high time you left it there
Lie here and rest your head
and dream of something else instead
Don't slide
Aledar~
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My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
and I can't see at all
and even if I could it' d all be grey,
but your picture on my wall it reminds me
that it's not so bad, it's not so bad at all.
2
I drank too much last night, got bills to pay,
my head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there'll be hell today,
I'm late for work again and even if I'm there,
they'll all imply that I might not last the day
and then you call me and it's not so bad,
it's not so bad at all.
CHORUS
And I want to thank you for giving me
the best day of my life
ohh, just to be with you is having
the best day of my life.
Push the door, I'm home at last and I'm soaking
through and through then you handed me a towel
and all I see is you, and even if my house falls
down now, I wouldn't have a clue because you're
near me
CHORUS
And I want to thank you for giving me
the best day of my life,
ohh, just to be with you is having
the best day of my life. (X2)
Aledar~
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Some can write a sonnet
To describe in silvery words
The rising and the setting of the sun
Some can paint a picture
In shades of vibrant color
It almost looks like heaven when they're done
Lord, when I try to speak from my heart
I don't know where to start
CHORUS
When it comes to You
I'm speechless
Nothing holds a candle to Your love
I'm amazed by Your grace
Your forgiving embrace
And I'm finding words could never be enough
I'm speechless
I've tried to write the song
I've searched my heart for phrases
But they only catch a glimpse of all You are
If I lived a thousand lifetimes
I'd never come close to saying
Enough about the hope that I found in Your arms
'Cause when I try to speak from my heart
I don't know where to start
CHORUS
And when I see the setting of the sun
I can't find the words, there'll never be enough
I'm speechless, speechless at the wonders of Your love
CHORUS
When it comes to You, I'm speechless
Nothing, no one, compares to Your love
I'm amazed by Your grace (Your amazing grace)
Your forgiving embrace
I'm finding words could never be enough
I'm finding words could never be enough
I'm speechless, I'm speechless
I'm finding words could never, never be enough
I'm finding words could never, never be enough
Aledar~
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Тема
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Хей-хо...
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор |
, (The Deprave) |
Публикувано | 05.11.01 18:34 |
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...привет, Аледар
I am a Bomb technician!
If you see me running, try to keep up!
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Four be the things I am wiser to know:
Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
Four be the things I'd been better without:
Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt.
Three be the things I shall never attain:
Envy, content, and sufficient champagne.
Three be the things I shall have till I die:
Laughter and hope and a sock in the eye.
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Here in my heart I am Helen;
I'm Aspasia and Hero, at least.
I'm Judith, and Jael, and Madame de Stael;
I'm Salome, moon of the East.
Here in my soul I am Sappho;
Lady Hamilton am I, as well.
In me Recamier vies with Kitty O'Shea,
With Dido, and Eve, and poor Nell.
I'm of the glamorous ladies
At whose beckoning history shook.
But you are a man, and see only my pan,
So I stay at home with a book.
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Тема
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йо-хо-хо ( и бутилка ром )
[re: ,]
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Автор |
Aлeдap (демон) |
Публикувано | 06.11.01 09:57 |
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Привет... който и да си.
Aledar~
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Тема
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Re: БАЛАДА ЗА НЯКОГАШНИТЕ ЖЕНИ
[re: basilisk]
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Автор |
Aлeдap (демон) |
Публикувано | 06.11.01 09:58 |
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How can I go forward when I don't know which way Im facing?
How can I go forward when I don't know which way to turn?
How can I go forward into something I 'm not sure of?
Oh no, oh no.
How can I have feeling when I don't know if it's a feeling?
How can I feel something if I just don't know how to feel?
How can I have feelings when my feelings have always been denied?
O oh no, oh no.
How can I give love when I don't know what it is Im giving?
How can I give love when I just don't know how to give?
How can I give love when love is something I ain't never had?
Oh no, oh no.
You know life can be long
And you got to be strong
And the world is so tough
Sometimes I feel I've had enough.
Oh no, oh no.
How can we go forward when I don't know which way we're facing?
How can we go forward when we don't know which way to turn?
How can we go forward into something we're not sure of?
Oh no, oh no.
Aledar~
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I closed my eyes
Drew back the curtain
To see for certain
What I thought I knew
Far far away, someone was weeping
But the world was sleeping
Any dream will do
I wore my coat
With golden lining
Bright color shining
Wonderful and new
And in the East
The dawn was breaking
And the world was waking
Any dream will do
A crash of drums, a flash of light
My golden coat flew out of sight
The colors faded into darkness
I was left alone
My I return to the beginning
The light is dimming
And the dream is too
The world and I
We are still waiting
Still hesitating
Any dream will do
Aledar~
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Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:
Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,
Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?
If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,
By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear.
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;
Resembling sire and child and happy mother,
Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing:
Whose speechless song being many, seeming one,
Sings this to thee: 'Thou single wilt prove none.'
Aledar~
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O! that you were your self; but, love, you are
No longer yours, than you your self here live:
Against this coming end you should prepare,
And your sweet semblance to some other give:
So should that beauty which you hold in lease
Find no determination; then you were
Yourself again, after yourself's decease,
When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
Which husbandry in honour might uphold,
Against the stormy gusts of winter's day
And barren rage of death's eternal cold?
O! none but unthrifts. Dear my love, you know,
You had a father: let your son say so.
Aledar~
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Тема
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Йеееееееееее...
[re: Aлeдap]
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Автор |
, (Запитайка) |
Публикувано | 06.11.01 10:46 |
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...даже и на кирилица пишеш вече;)))
Познаваме се...само виртулно разбира се.
"Добрият адвокат е велик лъжец"
Edward Ward
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Тема
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mdam
[re: ,]
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Автор |
Aлeдap (демон) |
Публикувано | 06.11.01 17:42 |
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Shto pyk ne? Za jalost pisha na latinica mnogo po-byrzo...
Хех.... не се знае... може да се познаваме и реално.
Демоните са в главата ви
Aledar~
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Тема
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ахаммм
[re: Aлeдap]
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Автор |
, (Запитайка) |
Публикувано | 06.11.01 17:49 |
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Реално не се познаваме, вЕрвай ми!
"Добрият адвокат е велик лъжец"
Edward Ward
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Тема
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mmmm
[re: ,]
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Автор |
Aлeдap (демон) |
Публикувано | 06.11.01 18:01 |
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az ne vErvam na nikoj.
oswen na tezi, koito obi4am.
ti ot tqh li si?
Aledar~
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Тема
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Re: mmmmdammm
[re: Aлeдap]
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Автор |
, (Запитайка) |
Публикувано | 06.11.01 18:09 |
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ot tqh sym!
Az pyk vErvam samo na tezi, koito obi4am!
"Добрият адвокат е велик лъжец"
Edward Ward
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Тема
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ето
[re: ,]
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Автор | Carmilla (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 07.11.01 10:01 |
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Чух Агнето да блее и си казах
Чух Агнето да блее и си казах
Чух Ангелът да пее и си казах
Чух вятърът да вее и си казах
Чух слънцето да грее и си казах
Чух зрънцето да зрее и си казах
Чух Агнето да блее с вопъл строг
и си казах: Ето, иде Бог!
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Чух слънцето да игрява, и си казах: А добро утро!
"Добрият адвокат е велик лъжец"
Edward Ward
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The Cloak, The Boat and The Shoes
"WHAT do you make so fair and bright?'
"I make the cloak of Sorrow:
O lovely to see in all men's sight
Shall be the cloak of Sorrow,
In all men's sight.'
"What do you build with sails for flight?'
"I build a boat for Sorrow:
O swift on the seas all day and night
Saileth the rover Sorrow,
All day and night.'
What do you weave with wool so white?'
"I weave the shoes of Sorrow:
Soundless shall be the footfall light
In all men's ears of Sorrow,
Sudden and light.'
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Тема
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the feast can't start without me
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | Carmilla (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 07.11.01 11:10 |
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so I came - a pair of coiled snakes in the eyes,
a pair of green fangs in the pupils,
a pair of lashes split for rage...
One to lick the blood from my forehead,
one to kiss my lips
when the feast runs
mad -
drum beating, bagpipe blowing...
The feast can't pass us by -
not speaking of the gleam
of the glass
hurled at the soul's ceiling...
Not speaking of the helplessness
called in to save us.
You'll see the drunkenness of the sober ones,
you'll see the butt trunks
with staves scattered about the yard...
The sky will be pulled down again,
washed at the river, beaten
and thrown on the grass to listen
to the progress of immortal ants
towards the den of Death!
The feast will come, it sent me
to bring word where necessary - and to all
for whom there is no feast.
Prepare your toasts - the last ones,
though we're used to toasting a future,
a better,
and better and better and better and better
and better life.
I came. I saw. I warned.
Remember the forgotten festivals of secrets.
Remember the forgotten songs of victory.
Remember the forgotten blood.
Remember them because
the feast will interrogate all of you.
pfu, ama che mrachno - molia da me izvinite.
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Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows
The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes.
'What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight?
Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?'
'I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide and grey;
I saw him walk in empty lands, until he passed away
Into the shadows of the North. I saw him then no more.
The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of Denethor.'
'O Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked afar,
But you came not from the empty lands where no men are.'
From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies, from the sandhills and the stones;
The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it moans.
'What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve?
Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve.'
'Ask not of me where he doth dwell - so many bones there lie
On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky;
So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing Sea.
Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!'
'O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runs south,
But you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey sea's mouth.'
From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls;
And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls.
'What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring to me today?
What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away.'
'Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he fought.
His cloven shield, his broken sword, they to the water brought.
His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest;
And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon its breast.'
'O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze
To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.'
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Тема
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Re: Fantaziq
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 07.11.01 13:50 |
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I've just seen a face,
I can't forget the time or place
Where we just meet.
She's just the girl for me
And I want all the world to see
We've met, mmm-mmm-mmm-m'mmm-mmm.
Had it been another day
I might have looked the other way
And I'd have never been aware.
But as it is I'll dream of her
Tonight, di-di-di-di'n'di.
Falling, yes I am falling,
And she keeps calling
Me back again.
I have never known
The like of this, I've been alone
And I have missed things
And kept out of sight
But other girls were never quite
Like this, da-da-n'da-da'n'da.
Falling, yes I am falling,
And she keeps calling
Me back again.
Falling, yes I am falling,
And she keeps calling
Me back again.
I've just seen a face,
I can't forget the time or place
Where we just meet.
She's just the girl for me
And I want all the world to see
We've met, mmm-mmm-mmm-da-da-da.
Falling, yes I am falling,
And she keeps calling
Me back again.
Falling, yes I am falling,
And she keeps calling
Me back again.
Oh, falling, yes I am falling,
And she keeps calling
Me back again.
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?Редактирано от feste на 07.11.01 13:51.
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Тема
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tell me what you see
[re: feste]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 07.11.01 13:55 |
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If you let me take your heart I will prove to you,
We will never be apart if I'm part of you.
Open up your eyes now, tell me what you see.
It is no suprise now, what you see is me.
Big and black the clouds may be, time will pass away.
If you put your trust in me I'll make bright your day.
Look into these eyes now, tell me what you see.
Don't you realise now, what you see is me.
Tell me what you see.
Listen to me one more time, how can I get through?
Can't you try to see that I'm trying to get to you?
Open up your eyes now, tell me what you see.
It is no suprise now, what you see is me.
Tell me what you see.
Listen to me one more time, how can I get through?
Can't you try to see that I'm trying to get to you?
Open up your eyes now, tell me what you see.
It is no suprise now, what you see is me.
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Тема
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не ми дишайте във врата
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | lrons (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 07.11.01 14:01 |
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Young teacher, the subject
Of schoolgirl fantasy
She wants him so badly
Knows what she wants to be
Inside her there's longing
This girl's an open page
Book marking - she's so close now
This girl is half his age
Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me
Her friends are so jealous
You know how bad girls get
Sometimes it's not so easy
To be the teacher's pet
Temptation, frustration
So bad it makes him cry
Wet bus stop, she's waiting
His car is warm and dry
Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me
Loose talk in the classroom
To hurt they try and try
Strong words in the staffroom
The accusations fly
It's no use, he sees her
He starts to shake and cough
Just like the old man in
That book by Nabokov
Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me
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Тема
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wild child
[re: Aledar~]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 07.11.01 17:56 |
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Ever close your eyes.
Ever stop and listen.
Ever feel alive.
And you've nothing missing.
You don't need a reason
Let the day go on and on.
Let the rain fall down.
Everywhere around you
Give into it now.
Let the day surround you
You don't need a reason
Let the rain go on and on
What a day, what a day to take to
What a way, what a way to make it through.
What a day, what a day to take to a wild child
Only take the time.
From the helter skelter.
Every day you find.
Everything's in kilter.
You don't need a reason.
Let the day go on and on
Every summer sun,
Every winter evening.
Every spring to come
Every autumn leaving.
You don't need a reason
Let it all go on and on.
What a day, what a day to take to.
What a way, what a way to make it through
What a day, what a day to take to a wild child.
What a day, what a day to take to.
What a way, what a way to make it through.
What a day, what a day to take to a wild child.
What a day, what a day to take to.
What a way, what a way to make it through.
What a day, what a day to take to.
Da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
What a way, what a way to make it through
Da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
What a way, what a way to make it through
What a day, what a day to take to a wild child
What a day, what a day to take to a wild child
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Тема
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Re: ммм
[re: Aлeдap]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 07.11.01 18:05 |
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NARRATOR
Joseph's coat annoyed his brothers
BROTHERS
But what makes us mad
Are the things that Joseph tells us of the
Dreams he's often had
JOSEPH
I dreamed that in the fields one day
The corn gave me a sign
Your eleven sheaves of corn
All turned and bowed to mine
My sheaf was quit a sight to see
A golden sheaf and tall
Yours were green and second-rate
And really rather small
BROTHERS
This is not the kind of thing
We brothers like to hear
It seems to us that Joseph and his
Dreams should disappear
JOSEPH
I dreamed I saw eleven stars
The sun the moon and sky
Bowing down before my star,
It made me wonder why
Could it be that I was born
For higher things than you?
A post in someone's government
A ministry or two
BROTHERS
The dreams of our dear brother are
The decade's biggest yawn
His talk of stars and golden sheaves
Is just a load of corn
Not only is he tactless but
He's also rather dim
For there's eleven of us and
There's only one of him
The dreams of course will not come true
That is, we think they won't come true
That is, we hope they won't come true
What if he's right all along?
The dreams are more than crystal clear
The writing on the wall
Means that Joseph some day soon
Will rise above us all
The accuracy of the dreams
We brothers do not know
But one thing we are sure about
The dreamer has to go!
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Тема
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radvam se
[re: ,]
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Автор |
Aлeдap (демон) |
Публикувано | 07.11.01 19:25 |
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Aledar~
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This icy winter's morning
I rise in good spirits.
On all fours I exhale
a long white breath
that hangs in the air
like a shimmering rope.
Under which, with arms akimbo
and eyes ablaze, I dance the limbo.
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Сутринта е хубава
с безпричинната си ведрина
и ромон на загасващи звезди.
От общото антре ухае на кафе
и зад вратата хората са леки.
По спирките се гушат
в невидими възглавници
и се надяват някой глас да възвести:
"Фалстарт.
Сутринта се отменя.
Всички обратно в леглата."
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There was a young girl from Asturias,
Whose temper was frantic and furious.
She used to throw eggs
At her grandmother's legs -
A habit unpleasant but curious.
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There was a young lady named Lynn,
Who was so uncommonly thin
That when she essayed
To drink lemonade
She slipped through the straw and fell in.
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There once was a maiden of Siam,
Who said to her lover, young Riam:
"If you kiss me, of course,
You will have to use force,
But God knows you are stronger than I am."
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Sing we for love and idleness,
Naught else is worth the having.
Though I have been in many a land,
There is naught else in living.
And I would rather have my sweet,
Though rose-leaves die of grieving,
Than do high deeds in Hungary
To pass all men's believing.
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песен
[re: basilisk]
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Автор | Eзpa (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 10.11.01 12:39 |
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O woe, woe,
People are born and die,
We also shall be dead pretty soon
Therefore let us act as if we were
dead already.
The bird sits on the hawthorn tree
But he dies also, presently.
Some lads get hung, and some get shot.
Woeful is this human lot.
Woe! woe, etcetera . . . .
London is a woeful place,
Shropshire is much pleasanter.
Then let us smile a little space
Upon fond nature's morbid grace.
Oh, Woe, woe, woe, etcetera . . . .
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Тема
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H.D. (Езра, това беше много хубаво)
[re: Eзpa]
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Автор |
basilisk () |
Публикувано | 10.11.01 13:06 |
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The mysteries remain,
I keep the same
cycle of seed-time
and of sun and rain;
Demeter in the grass,
I multiply,
renew and bless
Bacchus in the vine;
I hold the law,
I keep the mysteries true,
the first of these
to name the living, dead;
I am the wine and bread.
I keep the law,
I hold the mysteries true,
I am the vine,
the branches, you,
and you.
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All Greece hates
the still eyes in the white face,
the lustre of olives
where she stands,
and the white hands.
All Greece reviles
the wan face when she smiles,
hating it deeper still
when it grows wan and white,
remembering past enchantments
and past ills.
Greece sees unmoved
God's daughter, born of love,
the beauty of cool feet
and slenderest knees,
could love indeed the maid,
only if she were laid,
white ash amid funereal cypresses.
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I have had enough.
I gasp for breath.
Every way ends, every road,
every foot-path leads at last
to the hill-crest --
then you retrace your steps,
or find the same slope on the other side,
precipitate.
I have had enough --
border-pinks, clove-pinks, wax-lilies,
herbs, sweet-cress.
O for some sharp swish of a branch --
there is no scent of resin
in this place,
no taste of bark, of coarse weeds,
aromatic, astringent --
only border on border of scented pinks.
Have you seen fruit under cover
that wanted light --
pears wadded in cloth,
protected from the frost,
melons, almost ripe,
smothered in straw?
Why not let the pears cling
to the empty branch?
All your coaxing will only make
a bitter fruit --
let them cling, ripen of themselves,
test their own worth,
nipped, shrivelled by the frost,
to fall at last but fair
with a russet coat.
Or the melon --
let it bleach yellow
in the winter light,
even tart to the taste --
it is better to taste of frost --
the exquisite frost --
than of wadding and of dead grass.
For this beauty,
beauty without strength,
chokes out life.
I want wind to break,
scatter these pink-stalks,
snap off their spiced heads,
fling them about with dead leaves --
spread the paths with twigs,
limbs broken off,
trail great pine branches,
hurled across the melon-patch,
break pear and quince --
leave half-trees, torn, twisted
but showing the fight was valiant.
O to blot out this garden
to forget, to find a new beauty
in some terrible
wind-tortured place.
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Тема
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Dreaming Neon Black
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | lm[F(x)] (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 10.11.01 14:15 |
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"Again it poured over me in waves.
When she left with them she said I must
break free from the dark. I tried to tell her
of their poison, she chose not to hear.
She was never seen again ..."
NEVERMORE
Dreaming Neon Black
Sometimes when I'm alone I still feel you
Your breath on my neck, you're still with me
And I'm still dreaming neon black
I wait for you, to taste your unknown world
The clock spins to time that must mean nothing
Meet me in the dreamtime water, drown
Shifting shaping currents flow in memory
swim through me
Meet me in the drowning pool of tears
And wash away my innocence and fear
Sometimes I wonder where you are, can you feel my tears?
I never knew what changed you
Did they paint your dreams in pale shades?
I wait for you, you know you cannot hide
Division from within invalidates suffering
Meet me in the dreamtime water, drown
Shifting shaping currents flow in memory
swim through me
Meet me in the drowning pool of tears
And wash away my innocence
I am a child of light living in your mind
The pain, the unknowing washes away in time
Until then will you meet me whenever I call to you?
Meet me in the dreamtime water, drown
Shifting shaping currents flow in memory
swim through me
Meet me in the drowning pool of tears
and wash away my innocence
Meet me in the dreamtime water, drown
Shifting shaping currents flow in memory
swim through me
Meet me in the drowning pool of tears
And wash away my innocence
Meet me
My only cure won't you meet me?
In the drowning pool of fate the moon and the sun still wait
Won't you meet me?
I suffer silently for our love, the jester has lost his dove
Im[F(x)] : ако има някой достатъчно сбъркан може да си го намери да го чуе даже :) ай драви :)))
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He liked 2 frequent this club down up on 36th
Pimps and thangs like 2 hang outside and cuss 4 kicks (Did U see that?)
Talking 2 no one in particular, they say - "The baddest I am 2night"
4 letter words are seldom heard with such dignity and bite
All the poets and the part-time singers always hang inside
Live music from a band plays a song called "Soul Psychodelicide"
The song's a year long and had been playing 4 months
When he walked into the place
No one seemed 2 care
An introverted, "This is it," look on most of their faces
Up on the mic repeating 2 words over and over again
Was this woman he had never noticed before
He lost himself in the articulated manner in which she said them
These 2 words - a little bit behind the beat
I mean just enough 2 turn U on
4 every time she said the words
Another one of his doubts were gone
Should he try 2 rap 2 her?
Should he stand and stare?
No one else was watching her
She didn't seem 2 care
So over and over she said the words
Till he could take no more (No more)
He dragged her from the stage
And 2gether they ran through the back door
In the alley over by the curb he said - "Tell me, what's your name?"
She only said the words again and it started 2 rain (Rain, rain, rain)
2 words falling between the drops and the moans of his condition
Holding someone is truly believing that there's joy in repetition
There's joy in repetition {x4}
She said - "Love me, love me"
What she say? She said - "Love me, love me"
Joy in repetition
Why don't U love me, baby? there's joy in repetition
Why can't U love me, baby? there's joy in repetition
Come on and love me, baby there's joy in repetition
Alright alright alright there's joy in repetition
All my wishes add up 2 one there's joy in repetition
Love me, love me, there's joy in repetition
I wanna say it again there's joy in repetition
I think I wanna say it again there's joy in repetition
I'd like 2 go way up high and say - "Love me" there's joy in repetition
Ha ha, I'll say - "Love me" there's joy in repetition
"Love me" there's joy in repetition
There's joy in repetition
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Тема
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Re: prince, ugh
[re: basilisk]
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Автор | Пpяkop (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 10.11.01 18:14 |
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Don't worry, I won't hurt U
I only want U 2 have some fun
I was dreamin' when I wrote this
Forgive me if it goes astray
But when I woke up this mornin'
Coulda sworn it was judgment day
The sky was all purple,
there were people runnin' everywhere
Tryin' 2 run from the destruction,
U know I didn't even care
'Cuz they say two thousand zero zero party over,
oops out of time
So tonight I'm gonna party like it's 1999
I was dreamin' when I wrote this
So sue me if I go 2 fast
But life is just a party, and parties weren't meant 2 last
War is all around us, my mind says prepare 2 fight
So if I gotta die I'm gonna listen 2 my body tonight
Yeah, they say two thousand zero zero party over,
oops out of time
So tonight I'm gonna party like it's 1999
Yeah
Lemme tell ya somethin'
If U didn't come 2 party,
don't bother knockin' on my door
I got a lion in my pocket,
and baby he's ready 2 roar
Yeah, everybody's got a bomb,
we could all die any day
But before I'll let that happen,
I'll dance my life away
Oh, they say two thousand zero zero party over,
oops out of time
We're runnin' outta time (Tonight I'm gonna)
So tonight we gonna (party like it's 1999)
we gonna, oww
Say it 1 more time
Two thousand zero zero party over oops,
out of time
No, no (Tonight I'm gonna)
So tonight we gonna (party like it's 1999)
we gonna, oww
Alright, it's 1999
You say it, 1999
1999
1999 don't stop, don't stop, say it 1 more time
Two thousand zero zero party over,
oops out of time
Yeah, yeah (Tonight I'm gonna)
So tonight we gonna (party like it's 1999)
we gonna, oww
Yeah, 1999 (1999)
Don'tcha wanna go (1999)
Don'tcha wanna go (1999)
We could all die any day (1999)
I don't wanna die,
I'd rather dance my life away (1999)
Listen 2 what I'm tryin' 2 say
Everybody, everybody say party
C'mon now, U say party
That's right, everybody say (Party)
Can't run from the revelation, no (Party)
Sing it 4 your nation y'all (Party)
Tell me what you're singin', baby say (Party)
Telephone's a-ringin', mama (Party)
C'mon, c'mon, U say (Party)
Everybody, [two times] (Party)
Work it down 2 the ground, say (Party)
(Party)
Come on, take my body, baby (Party)
That's right, c'mon, sing the song (Party)
(Party)
That's right (Party)
Got a lion in my pocket mama, say (Party)
Oh--and he's ready 2 roar (Party)
Mommy--why does everybody have a bomb?
Mommy--why does everybody have a bomb?
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Тема
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Re: Hilda
[re: basilisk]
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Автор | Eric (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 10.11.01 18:21 |
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Rose, harsh rose,
marred and with stint of petals,
meagre flower, thin,
sparse of leaf,
more precious
than a wet rose
single on a stem --
you are caught in the drift.
Stunted, with small leaf,
you are flung on the sand,
you are lifted
in the crisp sand
that drives in the wind.
Can the spice-rose
drip such acrid fragrance
hardened in a leaf?
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Тема
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con te...
[re: lm[F(x)]]
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Автор | Andrea (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 10.11.01 18:35 |
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When I'm alone I dream of the horizon and words fail me.
There is no light in a room where there is no sun
and there is no sun if you're not here with me, with me.
From every window unfurls my heart the heart that you have won.
Into me you've poured the light,
the light that you found by the side of the road.
Time to say goodbye.
Places that I've never seen or experienced with you.
Now I shall, I'll sail with you upon ships across the seas,
seas that exist no more,
it's time to say goodbye.
When you're far away I dream of the horizon and words fail me.
And of course I know that you're with me, with me.
You, my moon, you are with me.
My sun, you're here with me with me, with me, with me.
Time to say goodbye.
Places that I've never seen or experienced with you.
Now I shall, I'll sail with you upon ships across the seas,
seas that exist no more,
I'll revive them with you.
I'll go with you upon ships across the seas,
seas that exist no more,
I'll revive them with you.
I'll go with you.
You and me.
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Тема
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EURYDICE
[re: Eric]
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Автор | Eric (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 10.11.01 19:29 |
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Why did you turn back,
that hell should be reinhabited
of myself thus
swept into nothingness?
Why did you turn?
why did you glance back?
So you have swept me back--
I who could have walked with the live souls
above the earth.
I who could have slept among the live flowers
at last.
So for your arrogance
and your ruthlessness
I am swept back
where dead lichens drip
dead cinders among moss of ash.
What was it that crossed my face
with the light from yours
and your glance?
What was it you saw in my face --
the light of your own face,
the fire of your own presence?
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Тема
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сълзи в рая
[re: Eric]
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Автор | Kлeптън (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 10.11.01 19:57 |
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Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven
Will it be the same
If I saw you in heaven
I must be strong, and carry on
Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven
Would you hold my hand
If I saw you in heaven
Would you help me stand
If I saw you in heaven
I'll find my way, through night and day
Cause I know I just can't stay
Here in heaven
Time can bring you down
Time can bend your knee
Time can break your heart
Have you begging please
Begging please
Beyond the door
There's peace I'm sure.
And I know there'll be no more...
Tears in heaven
Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven
Will it be the same
If I saw you in heaven
I must be strong, and carry on
Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven
Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven
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Тема
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завиждааааааааааааааам
[re: Eric]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 10.11.01 20:00 |
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I was dreaming of the past
And my heart was beating fast
I began to lose control
I began to lose control
I didn't mean to hurt you
I'm sorry that I made you cry
Oh no, I didn't want to hurt you
I'm just a jealous guy
I was feeling insecure
You might not love me anymore
I was shivering inside
I was shivering inside
I didn't mean to hurt you
I'm sorry that I made you cry
Oh no, I didn't want to hurt you
I'm just a jealous guy
I didn't mean to hurt you
I'm sorry that I made you cry
Oh no, I didn't want to hurt you
I'm just a jealous guy
I was trying to catch your eyes
Thought that you was trying to hide
I was swallowing my pain
I was swallowing my pain
I didn't mean to hurt you
I'm sorry that I made you cry
Oh no, I didn't want to hurt you
I'm just a jealous guy, watch out
I'm just a jealous guy, look out babe
I'm just a jealous guy
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Тема
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This is just to say
[re: *]
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Автор | Pratchet sucks (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 10.11.01 20:09 |
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I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
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A SWEET disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness :
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction :
An erring lace which here and there
Enthrals the crimson stomacher :
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribbons to flow confusedly :
A winning wave (deserving note)
In the tempestuous petticoat :
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility :
Do more bewitch me than when art
Is too precise in every part.
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In the sea caves
there's a thirst there's a love
there's an ecstasy
all hard like shells
you can hold them in your palm.
In the sea caves
for whole days I gazed into your eyes
and I didn't know you nor did you know me.
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Тема
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иххх пази сливите - можем да направим ракия
[re: Pratchet sucks]
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Автор | ceм. Aдaмc (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 12.11.01 12:53 |
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Играта донякъде напомня земната игра, наречена канадска борба, и се играе по следния начин:
Двамата съперници сядат от двете страни на масата с по една чаша пред всеки от тях.
По средата се поставя бутилка Джанксова ракия (същата, дето е увековечена в онази древна песничка на орионските миньори: "Не, не ми наливай веч от тая стара Джанксова ракия,// че свят ще ми се вие// и знам ли що ще плещя// и очите ще облещя// и може би дори// ей тъй ще си издъхна,// ала налей ми пак от тая грешна стара Джанксова ракия.")
След това и двамата съперници съсредоточават волята Си върху бутилката, като се опитват да я наклонят и да отлеят от ракията в чашата на противника, който след това трябва да я изпие.
После бутилката отново се пълни. Играта се повтаря. След това пак.
Започнеш ли веднъж да губиш, вероятно ще продължиш да губиш, защото, между другото, Джанксовата ракия потиска телепсихичните способности.
След като се изконсумира едно предварително уточнено количество алкохол, губещият е длъжен да се подложи на някакво унизително наказание, най-често свързано с физиологическата дейност на човека.
Обикновено Форд Префект играеше, за да губи.
Форд продължаваше да се взира в Артър и на него започна да му се струва, че все пак му се ходи в пивницата "Кон и коняр".
- Но какво ще стане с къщата ми...? - попита той плачливо.
Форд премести погледа си към мистър Просър и изведнъж му хрумна хитра идея.
- Къщата ли иска да ти събори?
- Да, иска да построи...
- Но не може, защото си легнал пред булдозерите му.
- Да, и...
- Убеден съм, че ще се разберем с него - каза Форд. - Извинете, може ли за момент? - провикна се той.
Мистър Просър (който в момента спореше с представител на булдозеристите за това, дали Артър Дент представлява опасност за душевното им здраве и ако е така, каква ще е надницата им) се огледа. Изненада се и малко се разтревожи, като видя, че Артър не е сам.
- Да? Кажете - извика той. - Да не би мистър Дент да се е вразумил?
- Бихме ли могли засега - провикна се Форд - да предположим, че все още не е?
- Ами добре - въздъхна мистър Просър.
- Да предположим също - каза Форд, - че ще лежи тук цял ден.
- Добре, и?
- И хората ти цял ден ще се мотаят и нищо няма да правят.
- Може би, може би...
- Ами ако тъй и тъй си се примирил с това, всъщност на теб не ти е необходимо той да лежи тук през цялото време, нали така?
- Какво?
- Не ти е необходимо - поясни Форд търпеливо - неговото присъствие тук.
Мистър Просър се замисли над това.
- Ами всъщност не... - каза той - не може да се каже, че ми е необходим...
Просър се смути. Помисли си, че логиката на единия от двамата нещо куца.
- Ами в такъв случай - каза Форд, - ако бъдете така добър да приемете, че той е тука и не може да не е тука, двамата с него бихме могли да отскочим до кръчмата за половин час. Как ви звучи това?
На мистър Просър му се стори, че това е напълно налудничава идея.
- Струва ми се, че е напълно разумно - отвърна той убедително, като се запита кого се опитва да убеждава.
- А ако след това и вие пожелаете да отскочите за една на крак - каза Форд, - разчитайте, че и ние ще ви прикрием.
- Много ви благодаря - изрече мистър Просър, който вече не знаеше как да реагира, - много ви благодаря, наистина, много мило...
Намръщи се, сетне се усмихна, после пък се опита да направи и двете едновременно, не успя, посегна към кожената си шапка и започна припряно да я върти на темето си. Щеше му се да повярва, че току-що е постигнал успех.
- Ами тогава - продължи Форд Префект - бъдете така добър да дойдете тук и да легнете...
- Какво? - каза мистър Просър.
- О, извинете - каза Форд, - може би не бях съвсем ясен. Някой все пак трябва да легне пред булдозерите, нали така? В противен случай нищо няма да ги спре да потеглят към къщата на мистър Дент, нали така?
- Какво? - повтори мистър Просър-
- Много е просто - каза Форд. - Моят клиент, мистър Дент, твърди, че ще престане да лежи тук в калта единствено при условие, че вие дойдете и заемете мястото му.
- Какви ги говориш? - попита Артър, но Форд го срита с обувката си, за да млъкне.
- Вие искате - каза Просър, като изговаряше думите бавно, за да осмисли тази нова мисъл - аз да отида и легна там...
- Да-
- Пред булдозера?
-Да.
- Вместо мистър Дент?
-Да.
- В калта.
- Да, както се изразихте, в калта.
Веднага щом мистър Просър осъзна, че в края на краищата е губещата - и то напълно - страна, от раменете му сякаш се смъкна огромен товар: това по му приличаше на света - такъв, какъвто го познаваше. Въздъхна.
- И в замяна на това вие ще заведете мистър Дент до онази кръчма.
- Да - каза Форд, - точно така. Мистър Просър направи няколко несигурни крачки напред и спря.
- Обещавате ли? - попита той.
- Обещавам - отвърна Форд и се обърна към Артър-
- Хайде - каза му той, - ставай и направи място на човека да легне.
Артър се изправи с чувството, че всичко това става насън.
Форд подкани Просър с жест и той малко тъжно, непохватно седна в калта. Струваше му се, че целият му живот е някакъв странен сън, а понякога се питаше и кой всъщност го сънува и дали му се харесва. Калта обгърна седалището и ръцете му и започна да влиза в обувките му.
Форд го изгледа строго.
- И никакви опити къщата на мистър Дент да се събори тайничко, докато го няма. Разбрахме ли се? - каза той.
- И през ум не ми е минавало - възмути се Просър, - изключено е дори да ми хрумне такава мисъл - продължи той, като се излегна назад.
Видя, че към него се приближава представителят на профсъюза на булдозеристите, отпусна глава назад и затвори очи. Опита се да подреди доводите си, с които да докаже, че той самият в момента не представлява опасност за душевното им здраве. Но съвсем не бе уверен в това - главата му сякаш бе пълна с грохот, коне, пушеци и мирис на кръв. Това се случваше винаги, когато се чувствуваше потиснат и онеправдани досега не бе успявал да си го обясни. В някое по-висше измерение, за което ние нищо не знаем, могъщият хан ревеше от ярост, ала мистър Просър само потреперваше вяло и хленчеше. Усети някакво леко смъдене от течността, насъбрала се под клепачите му. Бюрократични неразбории, сърдити хора, легнали в калта, мистериозни непознати, обиждащи го необяснимо защо, и най-сетне една цяла безименна армия конници, които му се смеят - и всичко това е в главата му! Какъв ден!
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Как само ме зарадва това позабравено текстче! А къде ли е сега злият Саркис Асланян, невероятният преводач на Пътеводителя, любовта и ужасът на далечните ми години на хълма. Саркис дьо Сад, има ли те още?
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I watch the people
who cross the street
from one curb to the other
they look so beautiful in every detail
so complete
so removed from me
and I wonder do I
look so complete
so removed
if someone else is thinking the same
complete
removed from all other things
everybody is thinking something
while I wait for my turn
to start walking across the street
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Hello, can you hear me
Am I getting through to you
Hello, is it late there
There's a laughter on the line
Are you sure you're there alone
'Cause I'm trying to explain
Something's wrong, you just don't sound the same
Why don't you, why don't you
Go outside, go outside
Kiss the rain whenever you need me
Kiss the rain whenever I'm gone too long
If your lips feel lonely and thirsty
Kiss the rain and wait for the dawn
Keep in mind, we're under the same sky
And the nights as empty for me as for you
If you feel you can't wait till morning
Kiss the rain, kiss the rain
Kiss the rain
Hello, do you miss me
I hear you say you do
But not the way I'm missing you
What's new, how's the weather
Is it stormy where you are
'Cause I'm so close but it feels like you're so far
Oh would it mean anything
If you knew what I'm left imagining
In my mind, in my mind
Would you go, would you go
Kiss the rain
And you'd fall over me
Think of me, think of me
Think of me, only me
Kiss the rain whenever you need me
Kiss the rain whenever I'm gone too long
If your lips feel lonely and tempted
Kiss the rain and wait for the dawn
Keep in mind, we're under the same sky
And the nights as empty for me as for you
If you feel you can't wait till morning
Kiss the rain, kiss the rain
Kiss the rain
Kiss the rain (kiss the rain)
Hello, can you hear me
Can you hear me
Can you hear me
Aledar~
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Would you dance
if I asked you to dance?
Would you run
and never look back?
Would you cry
if you saw me cry?
And would you save my soul, tonight?
Would you tremble
if I touched your lips?
Would you laugh?
Oh please tell me this.
Now would you die
for the one you loved?
Hold me in your arms, tonight.
I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.
Would you swear
that you'll always be mine?
Or would you lie?
would you run and hide?
Am I in too deep?
Have I lost my mind?
I don't care...
You're here tonight.
I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.
Oh, I just want to hold you.
I just want to hold you.
Am I in too deep?
Have I lost my mind?
I don't care...
You're here tonight.
I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by your forever.
You can take my breath away.
I can be your hero.
I can kiss away the pain.
And I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.
You can take my breath away.
I can be your hero.
Aledar~
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Тема
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just a perfect day
[re: Aлeдap]
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Автор |
Aлeдap (демон) |
Публикувано | 12.11.01 18:57 |
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Just a perfect day
Drink sangria in the park
Then later, when it gets dark, we go home
Just a perfect day
Feed animals in the zoo
Then later a movie too, and then home
Oh it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spent it with you
Oh such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
You just keep me hanging on
Just a perfect day
Problems all left alone
Weekenders on our own
It's such fun
Just a perfect day
You made me forget myself
I thought I was someone else
Someone good
Oh it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spent it with you
Such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
You just keep me hanging on
You're going to reap just what you sow
You're going to reap just what you sow
You're going to reap just what you sow
You're going to reap just what you sow
You're going to reap just what you sow
Aledar~
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World was on fire and no one could save me but you
Strange what desire will make foolish people do
I'd never dream that I'd meet somebody like you
And I'd never dream that I'd loose somebody like you
No I don't want to fall in love (This girl is only gonna break your heart)
No I don't want to fall in love (This girl is only gonna break your heart)
With you... with you (This girl is only gonna break your heart)
What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you
No I don't want to fall in love (This girl is only gonna break your heart)
No I don't want to fall in love (This girl is only gonna break your heart)
With you
World was on fire and no one could save me but you
Strange what desire will make foolish people do
I'd never dream that I'd love somebody like you
And I'd never dream that I'd loose somebody like you
No I don't want to fall in love (This girl is only gonna break your heart)
No I don't want to fall in love (This girl is only gonna break your heart)
With you (This girl is only gonna break your heart)
With you (This girl is only gonna break your heart)
No I... (This girl is only gonna break your heart)
(This girl is only gonna break your heart)
Nobody loves no one
Aledar~
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Into the abyss, perpetual and torturous
The gallery of suicide, internal torment
Archaic carcasses, displayed degeneracy
Once within these walls a life of death will be unleashed
Forever dying are the dead, countless bleeding heads
Cadavers splattered red from the self-slicing of necks
Stenching maggot filled bodies, skulls and bones rot away
The slaughtered souls that chose to die, enveloped in death
Darkness is the only light, suicide the way
Hideous forms of human death, mounds of flesh slowly decay
Embrace the horrid nature, carnage on display
Pain never felt
Enslaved in this massive grave
Life, evil fate
Only slaves to death can survive this place
Die, perdition
Penance in putrid decadence
Dead miscreants
Enter the decrepit necropolis
Lurid interment in the hellish abattoir
Impetuosity and horror, after-life is tortured
Entrails, blood, and guts is this museum's decor
Blood, impiety
Chastened are the sanguinary
Purge, radical
They perish, the victims of vagary
Vile tragedy
With great vehemence the hapless died
Kill, suicide
Serrated bodies assist in destiny
Death opened the gallery
Sarcophagus
Ecstasy in suffering
Imprecation
Blood, impiety
Chastened are the sanguinary
Purge, radical
They perish, the victims of vagary
Aledar~
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Тема
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Hey,what's going on with you?!
[re: lm[F(x)]]
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Автор |
Aлeдap (демон) |
Публикувано | 12.11.01 19:12 |
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Hey, you talk like someone who knows what's what,
you know your way around
(It doesn't do you much good)
We're lucky that you found us
we can't do without someone like you.
I'm cold and getting colder
and that's got nothing, nothing to do with the weather
I've got to get away from here fast, fast
sooner, sooner rather than later
I'm cold and getting colder
and that's got nothing, nothing to do with the weather
I've got to get away from here fast, fast
sooner, sooner rather than later
So, what's wrong with you?
Don't you know what's going on now?
Are you playing at being hurt?
Hey, even you don't believe that.
Oh please, please don't say you want to finish it and
leave now
Ah! That's just your new line
Hey, you're practically a genius
and we're so stupid
and never even realise it
I'm so cold and getting colder
and that's got nothing, nothing to do with the weather
I've got to get away from here fast, fast
Aledar~
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Тема
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
[re: Aлeдap]
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Автор |
Aлeдap (демон) |
Публикувано | 12.11.01 19:15 |
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I'm going out tonight
I don't know if I'll be alright
Everyone want's to hurt me
Baby danger in the city
I have to carry a knife
Because there's people threatening my life
I can't dress just the way I want
I'm being chased by the national hunt
Concrete jungle, animals are after me
Concrete jungle, it ain't safe on the streets
Concrete jungle, glad I got my mates with me
I won't fight for a cause
I don't want to change the law
Leave me alone, just leave me alone
I want to get out on my own
I'm walking home tonight
I only walk where there's lots of lights
In the alleys and the doorways
Some throw a bottle right in your face
Concrete jungle, animals are after me
Concrete jungle, it ain't safe on the streets
Concrete jungle, glad I got my mates with me
I'm walking home tonight
I only walk where there's lots of lights
In the alleys and the doorways
Some throw a bottle right in your face
I won't fight for a cause
I don't want to change the law
Leave me alone, just leave me alone
I want to get out on my own
Concrete jungle, animals are after me
Concrete jungle, it ain't safe on the streets
Concrete jungle, glad I got my mates with me
Aledar~
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Тема
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fantasy
[re: basilisk]
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Автор | ПTepи (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 13.11.01 00:34 |
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Humans need fantasy to be human. To be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape.
ХОРАТА ИМАТ НУЖДА ОТ ФАНТАЗИИТЕ, ЗА ДА БЪДАТ ХОРА. ЗА ДА БЪДАТ СРЕДОТОЧИЕТО, КЪДЕТО СЕ СРЕЩАТ ПАДНАЛИЯТ АНГЕЛ И МАЙМУНАТА, ИЗПРАВЯЩА СЕ НА ЗАДНИТЕ СИ ЛАПИ.
Запиши си го някъде!!!!!!
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Тема
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sonnet XVIII
[re: ПTepи]
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Автор | PTerry (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 13.11.01 08:12 |
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I'd like to know if I could compare you to a summer's day. Because - well, June 12th was quite nice, and...
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Тема
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elves
[re: PTerry]
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Автор | Pterry (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 13.11.01 08:16 |
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Elves are wonderful. They provoke wonder.
Elves are marvellous. They cause marvels.
Elves are fantastic. They create fantasies.
Elves are glamorous. They project glamour.
Elves are enchanting. They weave enchantment.
Elves are terrific. They beget terror.
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Тема
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a hero
[re: Pterry]
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Автор | PTerry (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 13.11.01 08:18 |
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'Oh,' he said, 'I expect in a minute the door will be flung back and I'll be dragged off to some sort of temple arena where I'll fight maybe a couple of giant spiders and an eight-foot slave from the jungles of Klatch and then I'll rescue some kind of a princess from the altar and then kill off a few guards or whatever and then this girl will show me the secret passage out of the place and we'll liberate a couple of horses and escape with the treasure.' Hrun leaned his head back on his hands and looked at the ceiling, whistling tunelessly.
'All that?' said Twoflower.
'Usually.'
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Тема
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a murder
[re: PTerry]
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Автор | PTerry (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 13.11.01 08:20 |
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'He's got a motive,' said Nobby.
'Yes?'
'Yes. Hammerhock was a dwarf.'
'That's not a motive.'
'It is for a troll. Anyway, if he didn't do that, he probably did something. There's plenty of evidence against him.'
'Like what?' said Angua.
'He's a troll.'
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Da, no ne vsichki fantazii sa ednakvo dobri, Pratchett, sredotochie ti moe. Za teb moje i da sa si dobri, kogato sa v glavata ti, no izvyn neya na men lichno sa mi skuchni. Daje sym sigurna, che povecheto hora, koito pishat tuk naokolo - feste, Aledar, sem. Adams i razni drugi - imat mnogo po-interesni fantazii, ama ne gi probutvat za masovo razprostranienie. Get a real job, Pratchett.
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fantaziite ne mogat da se sravnqvat kato po-hubavi, po-spolu4livi ili neshto takova....
te sa prosto fantazii
Aledar~
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Тема
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ponqkoga obi4am tova
[re: Aлeдap]
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Автор |
Aлeдap (демон) |
Публикувано | 13.11.01 19:45 |
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My mother came to Hazard when I was just seven
Even then the folks in town said with prejudiced eyes
That boy's not right ...
Three years ago when I came to know Mary
First time that someone looked beyond the rumours and the lies
And saw the man inside ...
We used to walk down by the river
She loved to watch the sun go down
We used to walk along the river
And dream our way out of this town ...
No one understood what I felt for Mary
No one cared until the night she went out walking alone
And never came home ...
Man with a badge came knocking next morning
Here was I surrounded by a thousand fingers suddenly
Pointed right at me ...
I swear I left her by the river
I swear I left her safe and sound
I need to make it to the river
And leave this old Nebraska town
I think about my life gone by
And how it's done me wrong
There's no escape for me this time
All of my rescues are gone, long gone
I swear I left her by the river
I swear I left her safe and sound
I need to make it to the river
And leave this old Nebraska town ...
Aledar~
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Empty spaces - what are we living for
Abandoned places - I guess we know the score
On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for...
Another hero, another mindless crime
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime
Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore
The show must go on,
The show must go on
Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on.
Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance
Another heartache, another failed romance
On and on, does anybody know what we are living for?
I guess I'm learning, I must be warmer now
I'll soon be turning, round the corner now
Outside the dawn is breaking
But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free
The show must go on
The show must go on
Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die
I can fly - my friends
The show must go on
The show must go on
I'll face it with a grin
I'm never giving in
On - with the show -
I'll top the bill, I'll overkill
I have to find the will to carry on
On with the -
On with the show -
The show must go on...
Aledar~
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Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality.
Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me.
Mama just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead.
Mama, life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away.
Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry,
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.
Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time.
Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.
Mama, ooh, I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango.
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me.
(Galileo.) Galileo. (Galileo.) Galileo, Galileo figaro
Magnifico. I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me.
He's just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstrosity.
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go.
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go.
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go.
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go.
(Let me go.) Will not let you go.
(Let me go.) Will not let you go. (Let me go.) Ah.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
(Oh mama mia, mama mia.) Mama mia, let me go.
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye.
So you think you can love me and leave me to die.
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.
Nothing really matters, Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to me.
Any way the wind blows.
Aledar~
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Тема
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naj-liubimo Queen
[re: Aлeдap]
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Автор |
Aлeдap (демон) |
Публикувано | 13.11.01 19:55 |
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There's no time for us
There's no place for us
What is this thing that builds our dreams yet slips away from us
Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever....?
There's no chance for us
It's all decided for us
This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us
Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever?
Who dares to love forever?
When love must die
But touch my tears with your lips
Touch my world with your fingertips
And we can have forever
And we can love forever
Forever is our today
Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever?
Forever is our today
Who waits forever anyway?
Aledar~
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az pyk go pomirisah
Aledar~
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SEE, they return; ah, see the tentative
Movements, and the slow feet,
The trouble in the pace and the uncertain
Wavering!
See, they return, one by one,
With fear, as half-awakened;
As if the snow should hesitate
And murmur in the wind,
and half turn back;
These were the "Wing'd-with-Awe,"
Inviolable.
Gods of the Wingиd shoe!
With them the silver hounds,
sniffing the trace of air!
Haie! Haie!
These were the swift to harry;
These the keen-scented;
These were the souls of blood.
Slow on the leash,
pallid the leash-men!
Aledar~
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Тема
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Re: The Sheltered Garden
[re: basilisk]
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Автор |
Aлeдap (демон) |
Публикувано | 13.11.01 20:04 |
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Rose, harsh rose
marred and with stint of petals,
meagre flower, thin,
sparse of leaf,
more precious
than a wet rose
single on a stem --
you are caught in the drift.
Stunted, with small leaf,
you are flung on the sand,
you are lifted
in the crisp sand
that drives in the wind.
Can the spice-rose
drip such acrid fragrance
hardened in a leaf?
Aledar~
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Distance
Were to cross the world, my dear,
To work, or love, or fight,
I could be calm and wistful here,
And close my eyes at night.
It were a sweet and gallant pain
To be a sea apart;
But, oh, to have you down the lane
Is bitter to my heart.
Aledar~
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Flowers of the rock facing the green sea
with veins that reminded me of other loves
glowing in the slow fine rain,
flowers of the rock, figures
that came when no one spoke and spoke to me
that let me touch them after the silence
among pine-trees, oleanders, and plane-trees
Aledar~
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LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son,
Now that the fields are dank and ways are mire,
Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire
Help waste a sullen day, what may be won
From the hard season gaining? Time will run
On smoother, till Favonius reinspire
The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire
The lily and rose, that neither sow'd nor spun.
What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice,
Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may rise
To hear the lute well touch'd, or artful voice
Warble immortal notes and Tuscan air?
He who of those delights can judge, and spare
To interpose them oft, is not unwise.
Aledar~
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Well it's about time
It's beginning to hurt
Time you made up your mind
Just what is it all worth
All my useless advice
All my hanging around
All your cutting down to size
All my bringing you down
Watch the clock on the wall
Feel the slowing of time
Hear a voice in the hall
Echoing in my mind
All your stupid ideals
Got your head in the clouds
You should see how it feels
With your feet on the ground
Here I stand the accused
With your fist in my face
Feeling tired and bruised
With the bitterest taste
All my useless advice
All my hanging around
All your cutting down to size
All my bringing you down
All your stupid ideals
Got your head in the clouds
You should see how it feels
With your feet on the ground
Редактирано от Septienna на 14.11.01 12:04.
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You can look but you can't touch
I don't think I like you much
Heaven knows what a girl can do
Heaven knows what you've got to prove
I think I'm paranoid
And complicated
I think I'm paranoid
Manipulate it
Bend me break me anyway you need me
All I want is you
Bend me break me breaking down is easy
All I want is you
I fall down just to give you a thrill
Prop me up with another pill
If I should fail, if I should fold
I nailed my faith to the sticking pole
I think I'm paranoid
Manipulate it
I think I'm paranoid
And complicated
Bend me break me anyway you need me
All I want is you
Bend me break me breaking down is easy
All I want is you
Steal me
Deal me
Anyway you heal me
Maim me
Tame me
You can never change me
Love me
Like me
Come ahead and fight me
Please me
Tease me
Go ahead and leave me
Bend me break me anyway you need me
As long as I want is you it's alright
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Тема
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Re: a murder
[re: PTerry]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 14.11.01 12:48 |
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So many crimes are solved by a happy accident - by the random stopping of a car, by an overheard remark, by someone of the right nationality happening to be within five miles of the scene of the crime without an alibi...
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Тема
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Re: fantasy
[re: ПTepи]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 14.11.01 12:52 |
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Basilisk, ако искаш ще ти го закарфича на ревера горния цитат.
Humans need fantasy to be human. To be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape.
Арез.....
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Тема
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Re: McFantasy + small fries
[re: basilisk]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 14.11.01 13:09 |
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As a species, we are forever sticking our fingers into the electric socket of the universe to see what will happen next. It is a trait that will either save us or kill us, but it is what makes us human beings. I would rather be in the company of people who look at Mars than people who contemplate humanity's navel--other worlds are better than fluff.
Иска ми се аз да го бях казал.
По-добре McFantasy + small fries, отколкото and french fries.... и талибански ястия...
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Тема
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Re: The Sheltered Garden
[re: basilisk]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 14.11.01 13:39 |
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O! Wanderers in the shadowed land
depair not! For though dark they stand,
all woods there be must end at last,
and see the open sun go past:
the setting sun, the rising sun,
the day's end, or the day begun.
For east or west all woods must fail...
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Re: fantasy
[re: feste]
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Автор | basilisk (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 14.11.01 14:21 |
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Ami ela da mi go zakarfichish. Samo deto shte zaprilicham na zadnata koritsa na niakoy bulevarden roman.
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Re: fantasy
[re: Aлeдap]
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Автор | basilisk (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 14.11.01 14:24 |
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Koyto ne iska da mu gi sravniavat, ne si gi publikuva. Ako si vadish hliaba s tiah, prestavat da bydat prosto fantasii.
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С удоволствие бих ти го закарфичил. Само дето казах отпред!!! Не отзад. Само се чудя на какво ли вече приличаш отпред...
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Дам, явно след като се публикува и поезията престава да бъде поезия. Книгите престават да бъдат книги. Превръщат се в един комерсиализиран боклук. Вече и Мона Лиза не е Мона Лиза, а картинка от комиксите...
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Re: fantasy
[re: feste]
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Автор | basilisk (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 14.11.01 15:38 |
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Ela da me vidish. Govoria mnogo seriozno. I da ne si zabravish karfichkata.
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stop
[re: feste]
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Автор | basilisk (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 14.11.01 15:55 |
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Znaeh si az che tvoite fantazii sa istinska poezia. Hayde, izrecitiray mi gi.
Have you reckoned a thousand acres much?
Have you reckoned the Earth much?
Have you practised so long to learn to read?
Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?
Stop this day and night with me
And you shall possess the origin of all poems.
You shall no longer look through the eyes of the dead,
Nor feed on the spectres in books,
You shall listen to all sides
And filter them through your self.
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kakvo tolkoz imash protiv McDonalds i parzenite kartofki,a?A?A?A?A?
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ami...
[re: Septienna]
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Автор | feste (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 14.11.01 16:48 |
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katofkite im sa mnogo mazni.... a bylgarskata im stranica e... e vij q de. Tui tam gore e link.
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Re: stop
[re: basilisk]
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Автор | feste (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 14.11.01 17:11 |
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ts, nqma. Ne iskam. Za6toto ako gi napravq dostoqnie nqma da sa pove4e fantazii. Ne iskam da mi razbivat fantaziite...
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hmmm Re: fantasy
[re: basilisk]
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Автор | feste (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 14.11.01 17:14 |
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Tova pokana li e? Spomnq6 li si kakvo si 4atihme v sybota? A spomnq6 li si izqvleniqta na treti lica otnosno tebe... 6toto mai v momenta to4no tova se polu4ava...
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Abe, sorry, poniakoga mi e trudno da se sdyrjam. Prosto mi stana izklyuchitelno zabavno kogato ti izleze s tova jelanie da mi zakarfichish neshto si tam. Tova ne go izmislih az, a ti, podsyznanieto ti pravi nomera izglejda, a i tochno pyk karfitsata kato falicheski simvol???
strahotno se pozabavliavah s tazi ideya.
ok, niama da te challenge-vam otkrito poveche, mnogo mi haresva pozitiziata ti po vyprosa (govoria za prepratkata kym razgovora ni v sybota). no i ti ne me provokiray s podobni erotichni dvusmislitsi.
i si gi dryj fantaziite, i si gi razkazvay na koyto triabva, zashtoto kato gi razkajesh ne spirat da bydat fantazii, a samo kato gi realizirash.
I neshto vyv vryzka v bodeneto i karfitsite:
A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women's fassion;
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue all hues in his controlling,
Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created,
Till Nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she pricked thee out for women's pleasure,
Mine be thy love, and thy love's use their treasure.
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Ey, Aledar, ti nameri Seferis? Ne moga da go poviarvam tova.
Razkriy mi se, iskam da si govorim.
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Уууух, да знаеш на съзнателно ниво какви номера ми върти съзнанийцето... е малко тавтология за десерт
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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I've kept a hold on my life
[re: Aлeдap]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 14.11.01 18:56 |
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I've kept a hold on my life, kept a hold on my life, travelling
among yellow trees in driving rain
on silent slopes loaded with beech leaves
no fire on their peaks; it's getting dark.
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Vij mi podpisa...
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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e ujasen ujasen ujasen!!!!!!
Aledar~
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Aledar~
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DENIAL
On the secret seashore
white like a pigeon
we thirsted at noon;
but the water was brackish.
On the golden sand
we wrote her name;
but the sea-breeze blew
and the writing vanished.
With what spirit, what heart,
what desire and passion
we lived our life: a mistake!
So we changed our life.
Aledar~
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I'm waiting for the night to fall
I know that it will save us all
When everything's dark
Keeps us from the stark reality
I'm waiting for the night to fall
When everything is bearable
And there in the still
All that you feel is tranquillity
There is a star in the sky
Guiding my way with its light
And in the glow of the moon
Know my deliverance will come soon
I'm waiting for the night to fall
I know that it will save us all
When everything's dark
Keeps us from the stark reality
I'm waiting for the night to fall
When everything is bearable
And there in the still
All that you feel is tranquillity
There is a sound in the calm
Someone is coming to harm
I press my hands to my ears
It's easier here just to forget fear
And when I squinted
The world seemed rose-tinted
And angels appeared to descend
To my surprise
With half-closed eyes
Things looked even better
Than when they were open
Been waiting for the night to fall
I knew that it would save us all
Now everything's dark
Keeps us from the stark reality
Been waiting for the night to fall
Now everything is bearable
And here in the still
All that you feel is tranquility
Aledar~
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Enjoy the Silence
Words like violence
Break the silence
Come crashing in
Into my little world
Painful to me
Pierce right through me
Can't you understand
Oh my little girl
All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm
Vows are spoken
To be broken
Feelings are intense
Words are trivial
Pleasures remain
So does the pain
Words are meaningless
And forgettable
All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm
Enjoy the silence
Aledar~
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Re: /me se razkriva
[re: Aлeдap]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 14.11.01 20:03 |
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Dali pyk ne si imala predvid ?
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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na men mi izliza kakto trqbva:)
Aledar~
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Изповедта на еретиците
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор |
Aлeдap (демон) |
Публикувано | 14.11.01 20:09 |
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O my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile!
Aledar~
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Re: Изповедта на еретиците
[re: Aлeдap]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 14.11.01 20:40 |
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ah Robert...
What is this thing that builds our dreams
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mnogo... mnogo muzika!
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор |
Aлeдap (демон) |
Публикувано | 15.11.01 20:25 |
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Yon wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide,
That nurse in their bosom the youth o' the Clyde,
Where the grouse lead their coveys thro' the heather to feed,
And the shepherd tends his flock as he pipes on his reed.
Not Gowrie's rich valley, nor Forth's sunny shores,
To me hae the charms o'yon wild, mossy moors;
For there, by a lanely, sequestered stream,
Besides a sweet lassie, my thought and my dream.
Amang thae wild mountains shall still be my path,
Ilk stream foaming down its ain green, narrow strath;
For there, wi' my lassie, the day lang I rove,
While o'er us unheeded flie the swift hours o'love.
She is not the fairest, altho' she is fair;
O' nice education but sma' is her share;
Her parentage humble as humble can be;
But I lo'e the dear lassie because she lo'es me.
To Beauty what man but maun yield him a prize,
In her armour of glances, and blushes, and sighs?
And when wit and refinement hae polish'd her darts,
They dazzle our een, as they flie to our hearts.
But kindness, sweet kindness, in the fond-sparkling e'e,
Has lustre outshining the diamond to me;
And the heart beating love as I'm clasp'd in her arms,
O, these are my lassie's all-conquering charms!
Aledar~
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The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
The plowman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Aledar~
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Dear Chloe, how blubber'd is that pretty face;
Thy cheek all on fire, and thy hair all uncurl'd:
Prythee quit this caprice; and (as old Falstaff says)
Let us e'en talk a little like folks of this world.
How canst thou presume, thou hast leave to destroy
The beauties, which Venus but lent to thy keeping?
Those looks were design'd to inspire love and joy:
More ord'nary eyes may serve people for weeping.
To be vext at a trifle or two that I writ,
Your judgment at once, and my passion you wrong:
You take that for fact, which will scarce be found wit:
Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?
What I speak, my fair Chloe, and what I write, shows
The diff'rence there is betwixt nature and art:
I court others in verse; but I love thee in prose:
And they have my whimsies, but thou hast my heart.
The god of us verse-men (you know, child) the Sun,
How after his journeys he sets up his rest:
If at morning o'er earth 'tis his fancy to run;
At night he declines on his Thetis's breast.
So when I am wearied with wand'ring all day,
To thee my delight in the evening I come:
No matter what beauties I saw in my way;
They were but my visits, but thou art my home.
Then finish, dear Chloe, this pastoral war;
And let us like Horace and Lydia agree:
For thou art a girl as much brighter than her,
As he was a poet sublimer than me.
Aledar~
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Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!
E'en though it be a cross
That raiseth me:
Still all my song shall be
Nearer, my God! to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.
Aledar~
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LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY
[re: Aлeдap]
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Автор |
Aлeдap (демон) |
Публикувано | 15.11.01 20:48 |
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I feel
Very much
Like taking
Its unholy perpetrators
By the hair
Of their heads
(If they have any hair)
And dragging them around
A few times,
And then cutting them
Into small, irregular pieces
And burying them
In the depths of the blue sea.
They are without form
And void,/ Or at least
The stuff they/ produce
Is./ They are too lazy
To hunt up rhymes;
And that
Is all
That is the matter with them.
Aledar~Редактирано от Aлeдap на 15.11.01 20:49.
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Still as she fled, her eye she backward threw,
As fearing euill, that pursewd her fast;
And her faire yellow locks behind her flew,
Loosely disperst with puffe of euery blast:
All as a blazing starre doth farre outcast
His hearie beames, and flaming lockes dispred,
At sight whereof the people stand aghast:
But the sage wisard telles, as he has red,
That it importunes death and dolefull drerihed.
So as they gazed after her a while,
Lo where a griesly Foster forth did rush,
Breathing out beastly lust her to defile:
His tyreling iade he fiercely forth did push,
Through thicke and thin, both ouer banke and bush
In hope her to attaine by hooke or crooke,
That from his gorie sides the bloud did gush:
Large were his limbes, and terrible his looke,
And in his clownish hand a sharp bore speare he shooke.
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Little things that no one needs -
Little things to joke about -
Little landscapes, done in beads.
Little morals, woven out,
Little wreaths of gilded grass,
Little brigd of whittled oak
Bottled painfully in glass;
These are made by lonely folk.
Lonely folk have lines of days
Long and faltering and thin;
Therefore - little wax bouquets,
Prayers cut upon a pin,
Little maps of pinkish lands,
Little charts of curly seas,
Little plats of linen strands,
Little verses, such as these.
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Five hours, (and who can do it less in?)
By haughty Celia spent in dressing;
The goddess from her chamber issues,
Arrayed in lace, brocades and tissues.
Strephon, who found the room was void,
And Betty otherwise employed,
Stole in, and took a strict survey,
Of all the litter as it lay;
Whereof, to make the matter clear,
An inventory follows here.
And first a dirty smock appeared,
Beneath the armpits well besmeared.
Strephon, the rogue, displayed it wide,
And turned it round on every side.
On such a point few words are best,
And Strephon bids us guess the rest,
But swears how damnably the men lie,
In calling Celia sweet and cleanly.
Now listen while he next produces
The various combs for various uses,
Filled up with dirt so closely fixt,
No brush could force a way betwixt.
A paste of composition rare,
Sweat, dandruff, powder, lead and hair;
A forehead cloth with oil upon't
To smooth the wrinkes on her front;
Here alum flower to stop the steams,
Exhaled from sour unsavory streams,
There night-gloves made of Tripsy's hide,
Bequeathed by Tripsy when she died,
With puppy water, beauty's help
Distilled from Tripsy's darling whelp;
Here gallpots and vials placed,
Some filled with washes, some with paste,
Some with pomatum, paints and slops,
And ointments good for scabby chops.
Hard by a filthy basin stands,
Fouled with the scouring of her hands;
The basin takes whatever comes
The scrapings of her teeth and gums,
A nasty compound of all hues,
For here she spits, and here she spews.
But oh! it turned poor Strephon's bowels,
When he beheld and smelled the towels,
Begummed, bemattered, and beslimed
With dirt, and sweat, and earwax grimed.
No object Strephon's eye escapes,
Here petticoats in frowzy heaps;
Nor be the handkerchiefs forgot
All varnished o'er with snuff and snot.
The stockings why should I expose,
Stained with the marks of stinking toes;
Or greasy coifs and pinners reeking,
Which Celia slept at least a week in?
A pair of tweezers next he found
To pluck her brows in arches round,
Or hairs that sink the forehead low,
Or on her chin like bristles grow.
The virtues we must not let pass,
Of Celia's magnifying glass.
When frighted Strephon cast his eye on't
It showed visage of a giant.
A glass that can to sight disclose,
The smallest worm in Celia's nose,
And faithfully direct her nail
To squeeze it out from head to tail;
For catch it nicely by the head,
It must come out alive or dead.
Why Strephon will you tell the rest?
And must you needs describe the chest?
That careless wench! no creature warn her
To move it out from yonder corner;
But leave it standing full in sight
For you to exercise your spite.
In vain the workman showed his wit
With rings and hinges counterfeit
To make it seem in this disguise
A cabinet to vulgar eyes;
For Strephon ventured to look in,
Resolved to go through thick and thin;
He lifts the lid, there needs no more,
He smelled it all the time before.
As from within Pandora's box,
When Epimetheus op'd the locks,
A sudden universal crew
Of human evils upwards flew;
He still was comforted to find
That Hope at last remained behind;
So Strephon lifting up the lid,
To view what in the chest was hid.
The vapors flew from out the vent,
But Strephon cautious never meant
The bottom of the pan to grope,
And foul his hands in search of Hope.
O never may such vile machine
Be once in Celia's chamber seen!
O may she better learn to keep
Those "secrets of the hoary deep!"
As mutton cutlets, prime of meat,
Which though with art you salt and beat
As laws of cookery require,
And toast them at the clearest fire;
If from adown the hopeful chops
The fat upon a cinder drops,
To stinking smoke it turns the flame
Pois'ning the flesh from whence it came,
And up exhales a greasy stench,
For which you curse the careless whench;
So things, which must not be expressed,
When plumped into the reeking chest,
Send up an excremental smell
To taint the parts from whence they fell.
The petticoats and gown perfume,
Which waft a stink round every room.
Thus finishing his grand survey,
Disgusted Strephon stole away
Repeating in his amorous fits,
Oh! Celia, Celia, Celia shits!
But Vengeance, goddess never sleeping
Soon punished Strephon for his peeping;
His foul imagination links
Each Dame he sees with all her stinks:
And, if unsavory odors fly,
Conceives a lady standing by:
All women his description fits,
And both ideas jump like wits:
By vicious fancy coupled fast,
And still appearing in contrast.
I pity wretched Strephon blind
To all the charms of female kind;
Should I the queen of love refuse,
Because she rose from stinking ooze?
To him that looks behind the scene,
Satira's but some pocky quean.
When Celia in her glory shows,
If Strephon would but stop his nose
(Who now so impiously blasphemes
Her ointments, daubs, and paints and creams,
Her washes, slops, and every clout,
With which he makes so foul a rout)
He soon would learn to think like me,
And bless his ravished sight to see
Such order from confusion sprung,
Such gaudy tulips raised from dung.
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Which outrage when those gentle knights did see,
Full of great enuie and fell gealosy,
They stayd not to auise, who first should bee,
But all spurd after fast, as they mote fly,
To reskew her from shamefull villany.
The Prince and Guyon equally byliue
Her selfe pursewd, in hope to win thereby
Most goodly meede, the fairest Dame aliue:
But after the foule foster Timias did striue.
The whiles faire Britomart, whose constant mind,
Would not so lightly follow beauties chace,
Ne reckt of Ladies Loue, did stay behind,
And them awayted there a certaine space,
To weet if they would turne backe to that place:
But when she saw them gone, she forward went,
As lay her iourney, through that perlous Pace,
With stedfast courage and stout hardiment;
Ne euill thing she fear'd, ne euill thing she ment.
Aledar~
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The Lady's Dressing Room:)))
[re: basilisk]
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Автор |
Aлeдap (демон) |
Публикувано | 16.11.01 12:10 |
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Jonathan Swift
Tennyson
The splendor falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story ;
The long light shakes across the lakes,
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying,
dying.
O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear,
And thinner, clearer, farther going!
O, sweet and far from cliff and scar
The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!
Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying,
Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying,
dying.
O love, they die in yon rich sky,
They faint on hill or field or river ;
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow for ever and for ever.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying,
dying.
Aledar~
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Alfred Lord Tennyson
[re: Aлeдap]
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Автор |
Aлeдap (демон) |
Публикувано | 16.11.01 12:17 |
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Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea;
The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape,
With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape;
But O too fond, when have I answer'd thee?
Ask me no more.
Ask me no more: what answer should I give?
I love not hollow cheek or faded eye:
Yet, O my friend, I will not have thee die!
Ask me no more, lest I should bid thee live;
Ask me no more.
Ask me no more: thy fate and mine are seal'd:
I strove against the stream and all in vain:
Let the great river take me to the main:
No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield;
Ask me no more.
Aledar~
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Забелязала съм, че някои жени имат навика да виждат фалически символи навсякъде.
Понякога се замислям защо... хех.
Aledar~
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Тема
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Re: heh
[re: Aлeдap]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 16.11.01 14:41 |
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Guyon encountreth Britomart,
faire Florimell is chaced:
Duessaes traines and Malecastaes
champions are defaced.
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Re: LUCY IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS
[re: Aлeдap]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 16.11.01 14:49 |
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Picture yourself in a boat on a river
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with caleidoscope eyes.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes
And she's gone.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds, ah, ah
Follow her downto a bridge by the fountain
where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies.
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore
Waiting to take you away
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds
And you're gone.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds, ah, ah
Picture yourself on a train in a station
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties,
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile,
The girl with caleidoscope eyes.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds, ah, ah
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Тема
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no son of mine
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | Phil (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 16.11.01 15:26 |
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the key to my survival
was never in much doubt
the question was how I could keep sane
trying to find a way out
things were never easy for me
peace of mind was hard to find
and I needed a place where I could hide
somewhere I could call mine
I didn t think much about it
till it started happening all the time
soon I was living with the fear everyday
of what might happen at night
I couldn t stand to hear the
crying of my mother
and I remember when
I swore that, that would be the
last they d see of me
and I never went home again
they say time is a healer
and now my wounds are not the same
I rang the bell with my heart in my mouth
I had to hear what he d say
he sat me down to talk to me
he looked me straight in the eyes
he said :
you re no son, no son of mine
you re no son, no son of mine
you walked out, you left us behind
you re no son, no son of mine
oh his words how they hurt me, I ll never forget it
and as the time, it went by, I lived to regret it
you re no son, no son of mine
but where should I go, and what should I do
you re no son, no son of mine
but I came here for help, I came here for you
well the years they passed slowly
I thought about him everyday
what would I do, if we passed
on the street
would I keep
running away
in and out of hiding places
soon I d have to face the facts
we d have to sit down and talk it over
and that would mean going back
they say time is a healer
and now my wounds are not the same
I rang the bell with my heart in my mouth
I had to hear what he d say
he sat me down to talk to me
he looked me straight in the eyes
he said :
you re no son of mine
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mi kakvo ima da se zamisliash zashto? to e yasno zashto. i az naistina vijdam vsevyzmojni simvoli na vsevyzmojni mesta. a falicheskia simvol e absolutnia simvol, nego go vijdam navsiakade.
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moite syboleznovaniq
Aledar~
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обикновено хората "виждат навсякъде" два типа неща (ако мога да се изразя тъй грубо) -
1. нещата, от които най-много ги е страх;
2. нещата, от които имат най-голяма нужда
Особености на психиката, струва ми се.
Aledar~
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So soone as she was entred, round about
She cast her eies, to see what was become
Of all those persons, which she saw without:
But lo, they streight were vanisht all and some,
Ne liuing wight she saw in all that roome,
Saue that same woefull Ladie, both whose hands
Were bounden fast, that did her ill become,
And her small wast girt round with yron bands,
Vnto a brasen pillour, by the which she stands.
And her before the vile Enchaunter sate,
Figuring straunge characters of his art,
With liuing bloud he those characters wrate,
Dreadfully dropping from her dying hart,
Seeming transfixed with a cruell dart,
And all perforce to make her him to loue.
Ah who can loue the worker of her smart?
A thousand charmes he formerly did proue;
Yet thousand charmes could not her stedfast heart remoue.
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Lightly he clipt her twixt his armes twaine,
And streightly did embrace her body bright,
Her body, late the prison of sad paine,
Now the sweet lodge of loue and deare delight:
But she faire Lady ouercommen quight
Of huge affection, did in pleasure melt,
And in sweete rauishment pourd out her spright:
No word they spake, nor earthly thing they felt,
But like two senceles stocks in long embracement dwelt.
Had ye them seene, ye would haue surely thought,
That they had beene that faire Hermaphrodite,
Which that rich Romane of white marble wrought,
And in his costly Bath causd to bee site:
So seemd those two, as growne together quite,
That Britomart halfe enuying their blesse,
Was much empassiond in her gentle sprite,
And to her selfe oft wisht like happinesse,
In vaine she wisht, that fate n'ould let her yet possesse.
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and once again ...
[re: lm[F(x)]]
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Автор | lm[F(x)] (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 17.11.01 18:22 |
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"For some there are no choices"
NEVERMORE
No More Will
No more will to live, I see the world fade
No more hope inside, my life means nothing anyway
Just shades of gray, I slip away again
Feed me from the heart of your denial
The velvet sleep is conviction only fools know
Dry your own eyes, I can't sympathize
Plague your own dreams, I won't be following
Free me from this sphere of confusion
These tears of dust are the tears from one who knows why
Dry your own eyes, I can't sympathize
Plague your own dreams, I won't be falling
Fly beyond the dreaming, fly beyond our being
Turn and face the mirror, the answers come, clear as glass
. . .
Fly beyond the dreaming, fly beyond our being
Turn and face the mirror, the answers come, clear as glass
I still feel you now, you are the falling rain
The voice that stills the pain, I am the lover gone insane
I must be strong, for love burns ever long
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I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
You're the bird on the brim
Hypnotised by the Whirl
Drink me, make me feel real
Wet your beak in the stream
Game we're playing is life
Love's a two way dream
Leave me now, return tonight
Tide will show you the way
If you forget my name
You will go astray
Like a killer whale
Trapped in a bay
I'm a path of cinders
Burning under your feet
You're the one who walks me
I'm your one way street
I'm a whisper in water
Secret for you to hear
You are the one who grows distant
When I beckon you near
Leave me now, return tonight
The tide will show you the way
If you forget my name
You will go astray
Like a killer whale
Trapped in a bay
I'm a tree that grows hearts
One for each that you take
You're the intruder hand
I'm the branch that you break
Hum-yeah!
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Razbira se che e taka, Aledar, no pyk tova che ne vijdash neshto ne znachi neprmenno che niamash nujda ot nego ili che ne te e strah ot nego. Tova e veche vypros na gledane. Ne priemam syboleznovaniata ti.
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Glory be to God for dappled things-
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnuts-falls; finches' wings;
Landscapes plotted and pieced - fold, fallow and plough;
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.
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Smeagolian Rhapsody
[re: Aлeдap]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 18.11.01 12:23 |
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Smeagolian Rhapsody
(To the tune of Bohemian Rhapsody)
Gandalf: Is this the Smeagol,
Or is this just Gollum here,
Trapped in the mountains,
No escape from these Goblins here,
Listen now hark,
Go into the dark and be.
Smeagol:I'm just a Smeagol, I need no sympathy,
Because the fishes come, fishes go,
I'm happy here, down below,
Anywhere my ring goes, will not be too far off from me,
From me.
Bilbo, just stole my ring,
Made me play a riddle game,
Baggins cheated, curse his name,
Precious, your my only love,
But Baggins came and stole you all away,
Precious, ooo,
Didn't mean to let you slip,
If I don't find you by this time tomorrow,
I'll search on, I'll search on,
As if nothing else will matter.
Too late, the Dark Lord's come,
Sends shivers down my spine,
Asking questions all the time,
Goodbye to my precious, I've got to go,
Gotta tell this disembodied eye the truth,
Precious, ooo,
I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.
I see a little silhoueto of a Sam,
Scour brush, scour brush, got to clean the pots brightly,
When he's got ropes he's frightning,
Seems to enjoy tightning me,
Frodo Baggins, Frodo Baggins,
Frodo Baggins, Frodo Baggins,
Frodo Baggins, nice master - and ring thief's heir,
I'm just a gollum, nobody loves me.
Choir:
He's just a poor boy, from a Stoor family,
Spare him his ring and just let him go free.
Smeagol:
Precious come, precious go, will you let me go?
Gandalf and choir:
No Gollum! No, we will not let you go.
Smeagol:Let me go!
Gandalf and choir:
No Slinker! No, we will not let you go.
Smeagol:Let me go!
Gandalf and choir:
No Stinker! We will not let you go.
Smeagol:Let me go!
Gandalf and choir:
Will not let you go.
Smeagol:Let me go!
Gandalf and choir:
Never let you go.
Smeagol:Let me go!
No, no, no, no ,no, no.
Frodo Baggins, Frodo Baggins, Frodo Baggins let me go,
Dark Lord Sauron has a Nazgul set aside for me.
So you thought you could rob me and spit in my eye,
So you thought you could use me and leave me to die,
Oh, Baggins, can't do this to me Baggins,
Just gotta bight out,
Just take a bight right out of you.
Nothing else can matter, anyone can see,
Nothing else can matter, nothing else can matter to me.
Anywhere my my ring goes....
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Banderasian Rhapsody
[re: feste]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 18.11.01 12:27 |
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Is this the Smeagol,
Is this just Gollum here,
Trapped in the labyrinth,
No escape from these fake phantoms here,
Close your eyes,
Go into the dark and be,
I'm just a Smeagol, I need no sympathy,
Because Banderasss comes, Banderasss goes,
I'm happy here, down below,
Anywhere my supper goes, will not be too far off from me,
From me.
Banderass, I wanna eat that man,
Have a lasso around his neck,
Pull it, now he is dead,
POTO, you're my only love,
But Warner came and stole you all away,
POTO, ooo
Didn't mean to let you decay,
If I don't find him by this time tomorrow,
I'll search on, I'll search on, as if nothing else would matter.
Too late, lord Webber's come,
Sends shivers down my spine,
Being deaf all the time,
Hello my precious supper - I've got to have a go,
Gotta eat you right away and face the truth,
Preciousss, ooo - (anyway the wind blows)
I do want him to die,
I sometimes wish Banderas had never been born at all.
I see a little silhoueto of a Lord,
Scour brush, scour brush, got to clean the pots brightly,
When he's got Warner he's frightening,
Seems to enjoy annoying me,
Banderasess, Banderasess, Banderasess, Banderasess,
Banderasess, bad actor - and POTO's chief foe.
I'm just a gollum, nobody loves me,
He's just a poor boy, from a hungry family,
Spare him his life from Banderas's monstrosity,
Precious come, precious go, can I have a go?
No lord! No, I want to have a go. Have a go!
No lord! No, I want to have a go. Have a go!
No Gollum! We won't let you have a go. Have a go!
We won't let you have a go. Have a go! Never let me have a go. Have a go! No, no, no, no ,no, no.
Banderass, Webber, Banderass can I have a go?
Dark sneak Smeagol has a torture set aside for you,
For you.
So you thought you could rob me of POTO and spit in my eye,
So you thought you could use me and leave me to cry,
Oh, Banderass, can't do this to me Banderass,
Just gotta bite out, Just take a bite right out of him.
Nothing else can matter, anyone can see,
Nothing else can matter, nothing else can matter to me.
Anywhere my Banderass goes.............
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Re: Pied Beauty
[re: basilisk]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 18.11.01 12:53 |
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NOTHING is so beautiful as spring—
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden.—Have, get, before it cloy,
Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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дунав мост
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | Cyrill (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 18.11.01 13:18 |
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И отново стоя
на брега на реката
и загледал реката замислен мълча
Тишина и мъгла
бавно скапват душата
младоста отминава
както всяка мечта
И макар, че от кал
сме направени господи
аз не искам във кал
да прекарам живота си
И не искам тъй ням
да стоя на брега
да очаквам промяна
и все да мълча
Как искам да живея
в един различен свят
Не, не миказвай, че греша
не ме дърпай назАД
Моят път не е твоят
нека сам да вървя,
нека с риск да пропадна
поне за миг полетя
(соло)
Моят път не е твоят
нека сам да вървя,
нека с риск да пропадна
поне за миг полетя
Моят свят не е твоят
искам сам да вървя,
но преди да пропадна
поне за миг да полетя
Моят свят не е твоят
нека сам да вървя,
но преди да пропадна
поне за миг полетя.
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superstar
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | JC (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 18.11.01 14:29 |
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VOICE OF JUDAS
Everytime I look at you I don't understand
Why you let the things you did get so out of hand.
You'd have managed better if you'd had it planned.
Why'd you choose such a backward time in such a strange land?
If you'd come today you could have reached a whole nation.
Israel in 4 BC had no mass communication.
Don't you get me wrong.
I only want to know.
CHOIR
Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ,
Who are you? What have you sacrificed?
Jesus Christ Superstar,
Do you think you're what they say you are?
VOICE OF JUDAS
Tell me what you think about your friends at the top.
Who'd you think besides yourself's the pick of the crop?
Buddah, was he where it's at? Is he where you are?
Could Mohammed move a mountain, or was that just PR?
Did you mean to die like that? Was that a mistake, or
Did you know your messy death would be a record breaker?
Don't you get me wrong.
I only want to know.
CHOIR
Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ,
Who are you? What have you sacrificed?
Jesus Christ Superstar,
Do you think you're what they say you are?
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Ако кажеш: "Стани, Лазаре!"
ще стане ли,
ако кажеш: "Събуди се, Лазаре!"
ще се събуди ли,
ако кажеш: "Лазаре, вдигни се!",
ще се вдигне ли...
И ако попита Лазар:
Ти кой си?
И ако попита Лазар:
Защо ме будиш?
И ако попита Лазар:
Защо ме викаш?
И ако Лазар каже:
Не съм те молил!
И ако Лазар каже:
Не си ме питал!
И ако Лазар каже:
Не те познавам!
И ако Лазар не иска
да стане,
И ако Лазар не иска
да диша,
И ако Лазар не иска
нищо,
тогава Ти, Боже, наричай ме
Лазар...
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Re: Ako Lazar
[re: basilisk]
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Автор | Clemente (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 18.11.01 15:36 |
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Ето, светлозарното тържество идва по-напред, като ни показва образа на Христовото възкресение. Ето, светлозарният празник на Лазар възсия, очертавайки Христовите чудеса. Ето, възкресението на Лазар, станало на четвъртия ден след смъртта му, носи плодовете на Христовото възкресение, станало на третия ден. Ето, вторият предтеча, Лазар, се яви на тези, които седят в мрак и смъртна сянка, възвестяващ светодателя и спасителя Христа. Днес се разкри първата причина за унищожаването на ада. Днес Христос изпълва целия свят с най-дивни чудеса. Днес той, като свърза силата на смъртта, възкресява мъртвец, лежал четири дни в гроба. Днес той предначертава образа на своето пресветло Възкресение, като го разкрива на учениците си и на целия свят чрез този вече четиридневен мъртвец.
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/me se smee
Aledar~
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Tova mnogo mi haresa
Aledar~
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3rd and last ...
[re: lm[F(x)]]
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Автор | lm[F(x)] (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 19.11.01 18:30 |
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"My perfect reflection swims
through the drowning pool. The sky is gone.
My world is in deconstruction"
NEVERMORE
Deconstruction
The fallen that dreams suicide
Takes the needle, instead of the gun
The victim who self crucifies can't realize
Christ is a weapon that chisels at our lives
Deconstruction
The martyr takes his aim and wounds the holy man
And on the eighth day God made the art of war
And laughing planned the end
Who will tend the garden when the snake swallows the light?
Who will eat the decay when the worms have lost their sight?
Who will rape the weak when there's nothing left to gain?
Who will till the soil of these barren black remains?
Deconstruction, deconstruction
Who will lick my wounds when they take away my speech?
Will you stand in line while the shepherd hunts his sheep?
Could you see tomorrow if I took away your eyes?
Can you crawl from under new age prophecy's despise?
Deconstruction, deconstruction
. . .
Deconstruct my reality and let me slip away, I am the dog
. . .
Who will tend the garden when the snake swallows the light?
Who will eat the decay when the worms have lost their sight?
Who will rape the weak when there's nothing left to gain?
Who will till the soil of these barren black remains?
Deconstruction, deconstruction
Deconstruction, deconstruction
Our world is in deconstruction
Our world
Im[F(x)] : ай стига толкоз, ако някой иска още маниакално депресивни, самоубийствени или шизофренични текстове може да си намери ето тук , ама пак ви казвам да знаете - без музиката просто ефекта не е същият :)))
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Never know how much I love you, never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me, I get a fever that's so hard to bear
You give me fever - when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight
Fever - in the the morning, fever all through the night.
Sun lights up the daytime, moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name, and you know I'm gonna treat you right
You give me fever - when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight
Fever - in the the morning, fever all through the night.
Everybody's got the fever, that is something you all know
Fever isn't such a new thing, fever started long ago.
Romeo loved Juliet, Juliet she felt the same
When he put his arms around her, he said "Julie baby you're my flame"
Thou givest fever, when we kisseth, fever with thy flaming youth
Fever - I'm afire, fever yea I burn forsooth.
Captain Smith and Pocahontas had a very mad affair
When her Daddy tried to kill him, she said "Daddy-O don't you dare"
He gives me fever - with his kisses, fever when he holds me tight
Fever - I'm his Missus, Oh daddy won't you treat him right.
Now you've listened to my story, here's the point that I have made:
Chicks were born to give you fever, be it Fahrenheit or Centigrade
They give you fever - when you kiss them, fever if you live and learn
Fever - till you sizzle, what a lovely way to burn.
What a lovely way to burn.
What a lovely way to burn.
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When the little bluebird starts to sing,
When the little bluebird, Who has never said a word,
Starts to sing: 'Spring, Spring';
When the little bluebell, In the bottom of the dell,
Starts to ring: 'Ding, Ding';
When the little blue clerk,
In the middle of his work, Starts a tune to the moon above,
It is nature, that's all, Simply telling us to fall in love.
And that's why birds do it, bees do it,
Even educated fleas do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
In Spain, the best upper sets do it,
Lithuanians and Letts do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it,
Not to mention the Finns,
Folks in Siam do it, think of Siamese twins.
Some Argentines, without means, do it,
People say in Boston even beans do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
Romantic sponges, they say, do it,
Oysters down in Oyster Bay do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
Cold Cape Cod clams, 'gainst their wish, do it,
Even lazy jellyfish do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
In shallow shoals, English soles do it,
Goldfish in the privacy of bowls do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
In old Japan, all the Japs do it
Up in Lapland little Laps do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
The chimpanzees in the zoos do it
Some courageous kangaroos do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
The world admits bears in pits do it
Even Pekingeses at the Ritz do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
The royal set sans regret did it
And they considered it fun
Marie Antoinette did it -
with or without Napoleon.
Electric eels I might add do it,
Though it shocks 'em I know.
Why ask if shad do it, waiter bring me shad roe.
I'm sure giraffes on the sly do it
Even eagles as they fly do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
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Re: Smeagolian Rhapsody
[re: feste]
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Автор |
Septienna (Archangel) |
Публикувано | 20.11.01 12:17 |
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Cold be hand and heart and bone,
and cold be sleep under stone:
never more to wake on stony bed,
never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead.
In the black wind the stars shall die,
and still on gold here let them lie,
till the dark lord lifts his hand,
over dead sea and withered land.
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Here's a little song I wrote
You might want to sing it note for note
Don't worry, be happy.
In every life we have some trouble
But when you worry you make it double
Don't worry, be happy.
Don't worry, be happy now.
CHORUS: Don't worry, be happy. Don't worry, be happy.
Don't worry, be happy. Don't worry, be happy.
Ain't got no place to lay your head
Somebody came and took your bed
Don't worry, be happy.
The landlord say your rent is late
He may have to litigate
Don't worry, be happy.
CHORUS: (Look at me -- I'm happy. Don't worry, be happy.
Here I give you my phone number. When you worry, call me,
I make you happy. Don't worry, be happy.)
Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style
Ain't got no gal to make you smile
Don't worry, be happy.
'Cause when you worry your face will frown
And that will bring everybody down
Don't worry, be happy.
CHORUS: (Don't worry, don't worry, don't do it.
Be happy. Put a smile on your face.
Don't bring everybody down.
Don't worry. It will soon pass, whatever it is.
Don't worry, be happy.
I'm not worried, I'm happy...)
P.S.Taia tema se navodni sas maniakalno depresivni,shizofrenichni i ne nam si kvi oshte tekstove...ai malko po veselo gledaite na zivota..she kaze chovek che niakoi vi e izial zakuskata
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tolkoz imash protiv gorkia Bandres,bre?
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Тема
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Re: Don't worry...
[re: Septienna]
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Автор | feste (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 20.11.01 12:33 |
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hyh......
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CHRISTINE
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
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
Those who have seen your face
draw back in fear
I am the mask you wear . . .
PHANTOM
It's me they hear . . .
BOTH
Your/my spirit and your/my voice,
in one combined:
the Phantom of the Opera is there
inside your/my mind . . .
OFFSTAGE VOICES
He's there, the Phantom of the Opera ...
Beware the Phantom of the Opera ...
PHANTOM
In all your fantasies,
you always knew
that man and mystery
CHRISTINE
were both in you
BOTH
And in this labyrinth,
where night is blind,
the Phantom of the Opera is there/here
inside your/my mind
Sing, my Angel of Music!
CHRISTINE
He's there, the Phantom of the Opera...
P.S.Dano ne povtariam niakogo:-)
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Raoul
No more talk of darkness,
forget these wide-eyed fears;
I'm here, nothing can harm you,
my words will warm and calm you.
Let me be your freedom,
let daylight dry your tears;
I'm here, with you, beside you,
to guard you and to guide you.
Christine
Say you'll love me ev'ry waking moment;
turn my head with talk of summertime.
Say you need me with you now and always;
promise me that all you say is true,
that's all I ask of you.
Raoul
Let me be your shelter,
let me be your light;
you're safe, no one will find you,
your fears are far behind you.
Christine
All I want is freedom,
a world with no more night;
and you, always beside me,
to hold me and to hide me.
Raoul
Then say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime;
let me lead you from you solitude.
Say you want me with you, here beside you,
anywhere you go, let me go too,
that's all I ask of you.
Christine
Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime.
Together
Say the word and I will follow you.
Share each day with me, each night, each morning.
Christine
Say you love me...
Raoul
You know I do.
Together
Love me, that's all I ask of you.
Love me...
that's all I ask of you.
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uto4nenie....
[re: feste]
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Автор | feste (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 20.11.01 12:51 |
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Ako snimkata ne se poqvqva tam 6te se poqvi
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...а сега студа яко ме хапе, а монитора гаднярски ми се смее!
Мъжът прощава и забравя. Жената прощава - и толкова.
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На какво мирише?
Мъжът прощава и забравя. Жената прощава - и толкова.
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Мъжът прощава и забравя. Жената прощава - и толкова.
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You say your dreams
Are burned to ashes
And your smiles
Have turned to tears
It seems to me
You welcome sadness
As you surrender
To your fears
So what's a man like me
Supposed to do
When all I want is
Just to make love to you
Don't turn away
Before the night is voer
Don't turn away
Before the night is gone
Don't turn away
The night may hold the answer
So don't turn away
Before the night
Before the night is gone
You say your heart
Is lost forever
And you're always gonna give
Your love in vain
So you paint yourself
A lonely portrait
And hide your love away again
You turn away from what you
feel inside
You can't forget all your foolish pride
Don't turn away
Before the night is over
Don't turn away
Before the night is gone
Don't turn away
The night may hold the answer
So don't turn away
Before the night is gone
So now i'm asking
You this question
Am I gonna give you
All my love in vain
Do you wanna
Drown in your own sorrow
Or are you gonna
Try to love again
Don't turn away from what you
feel inside
You should try to forget about
All your foolish pride
Don't turn away
Before the night is over
Don't turn away
Before the night is gone
Don't turn away
The night may hold the answer
So don't turn away
Before the night
Before the night
Before the night is gone
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Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free
Blackbird fly
Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night
Blackbird fly
Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Тема
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scarborough fair
[re: basilisk]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 20.11.01 19:10 |
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Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary & 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)
Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme
(Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)
Without no seams nor needlework
(Blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains)
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)
Parsely, sage, rosemary, & thyme
(Washed is 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)
Parsely, sage, rosemary & 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 & thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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As we marched down to Faneri-o
As we marched down to Faneri-o
Our captain fell n love with a lady like a dove
And they called her name, pretty Peggy-o
Come a runnin' down the stairs, pretty Peggy-o
Come a runnin' down the stairs, pretty Peggy-o
Come a runnin' down the stairs, combin' back
your yellow hair
You're the prettiest little girl I've ever seen-o
In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-o
In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-o
In a carriage you will ride, with your true love by
your side
As far as any maiden in the ar-e-o
What will your mother say, pretry Peggy-o?
What will your mother say, pretty Peggy-o?
What will your mother say, when she finds you've
gone away
To places far and strange to Faneri-o?
If ever I return, pretty Peggy-o
If ever I return, pretty Peggy-o
If ever I return, all your cities I will burn
Destroying all the ladies in the ar-e-o
Destroying all the ladies in the ar-e-o
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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среднощен влак, тука пак....
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | Maшиниcт (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 22.11.01 20:10 |
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When your goodnights have been said,
and you are lying in bed,
With the covers pulled up tight.
And though you count every sheep,
you get the feeling that sleep
is going to stay away tonight.
That's when you hear it coming,
that's when you hear the humming,
of the midnight train, here again,
can't explain that midnight train,
that midnight train.
Starlight Express, you must confess,
are you real, yes or no?
Starlight Express, answer me yes,
I don't want you to go.
Want you to take me away
and bring me back before daylight,
and in the time between.
Take me to everywhere,
but don't abandon me there,
I just want to say I've been.
I believe in you completely,
though I may be dreaming sweetly,
I can hear the train, here again,
can't explain that midnight train,
that midnight train.
Starlight Express, you must confess,
are you real, yes or no?
Starlight Express, answer me yes,
I don't want you to go.
Starlight Express, answer me yes,
I don't want you to go.
Starlight Express, you must confess,
are you real, yes or no?
Starlight Express, answer me yes,
I don't want you to go.
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Re: среднощен влак, тука пак....
[re: Maшиниcт]
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Автор | Maшиниcт (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 22.11.01 23:13 |
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Poppa:
Diesel is for unbelievers. Electricity is wrong.
Steam has got the power that will pull us along -
There's a light at the end of the tunnel
There's a light at the end of the tunnel
The inside might be as black as the night
All:
But there's a light at the end of the tunnel
There's a light at the end of the tunnel
The inside might be as black as the night
But at the end of the tunnel there's a light.
Poppa:
It's the power of James Watt, the steaming Scot
All:
The man sho watched the pot and said "Hey, I've got
A brilliant plot: when the steam is hot
It seems to make a lot of power"
Poppa:
It could turn a wheel ...
All:
Lots of power ...
Poppa:
It could drive it down a track ...
All:
Clickety clack, clinkety clack...
Poppa:
It could drive it with a beat ...
All:
Choo-choo-choo...
With enough left over for a
Whoo-whoo!
He saw the light at the end of the tunnel
I said he saw the light at the end of the tunnel
Poppa:
Thanks James Watt (thank you Mr Watt)
For watching the pot
All:
He saw a light at the end of the tunnel
He saw a light at the end of the tunnel
The inside might be s black as the mnight
But at the end of the tunnel there's a light.
Poppa:
There are dark days ahead
When the power goes dead.
When the oil runs dry
What can we try?
All:
We could use the sunlight
Poppa:
Bit it don't shine at night.
All:
Nuclear fission
Leaves a nasty emission.
Poppa:
Soon the pistons will be humming
Steam will have a second coming -
All:
We saw light at the end of the tunnel
We saw light at the end of the tunnel
Just dig a hole and haul out the coal
We saw light at the end of the tunnel
We saw light at the end of the tunnel
So let the water boil - goodbye to oil
At the end of the tunnel there's a light.
We saw light at the end of the tunnel (we see the light)
We saw light at the end of the tunnel (we see the light)
When the Angel Gabriel blows his magic toot
We saw light at the end of the tunnel (we see the light)
We saw light at the end of the tunnel (we see the light)
At the end of the tunnel there's a light.
Starlight!
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CONTROL
Oh, boy, a late entry. A superstar challenger. These must be his minders.
PEARL
He's got a gun !
KRUPP
Halt. I am Krupp, Electra's armaments truck.
ROCKY
Who's Electra ?
KRUPP
We ask the questions.
WRENCH
I am Wrench, Electra's repair truck.
DUSTIN
This Electra must be rich to have his own repair truck.
FLAT-TOP
Or unreliable !
PURSE
I am Purse, Electra's money truck. Electra is rich. Switch your allegiance
to Electra.
VOLTA
I am Volta, Electra's freezer truck.
JOULE
I am Joule, Electra's dynamite truck.
VOLTA
Electra is cool.
JOULE
Electra is hot.
VOLTA
Cool.
JOULE
Hot.
COMPANY
A megastar. A megawatt.
Rich, hot, powerful. Rich, hot, cool.
Rich, hot, powerful. Rich, hot, cool.
Electra ... Electra ... Electra ... Electra ...
ELECTRA
I am electric - feel my attraction.
Feel my magnetism - you will agree
I am electric - I have the contact.
I am electric - the future is me.
AC/DC it's okay by me.
I can switch and change my frequency.
I am electric - mind how you touch me.
I can shock you, I can set you on fire.
I can reach up and pluck down the lightning.
Watch the conductor, see the live wire.
AC/DC it's okay by me.
I can switch and change my frequency.
COMPANY
Electra ... Electra ... Electra ...
ELECTRA
I am electric - resistance is pointless
Feel my magnetism - you will agree.
You can't ignore me, you must adore me.
I am electric, come closer to me.
AC/DC it's okay by me.
I can switch and turn you on to me
Can switch and turn you on to me
Can switch and turn you on to me.
COMPANY
Electra ... Electra ... Electra ... Electra ...
ELECTRA
I can switch and change my frequency.
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Тема
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Песня желейных кошек
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | Гpибo (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 24.11.01 11:36 |
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Ты родился слепым? Видишь ночью, как днем?
При дворе был не раз? С королями знаком?
В глубине мягких лап прячешь когти свои?
Гордо бродишь один - сам себе господин!
Джелликлс там и Джелликлс здесь
Джелликлс будут, Джелликлс есть
Джелликлс там и Джелликлс здесь
Джелликлс будут, Джелликлс есть
Джелликлс там и Джелликлс здесь
И с балкона упав, остаешься ты цел?
Беспокоишься, чувствуя в небе в небе грозу?
Можешь тенью скользить по карнизу вдоль стен?
Не заблудишься даже в дремучем лесу?
Джелликлс там и Джелликлс здесь
Джелликлс будут, Джелликлс есть
Джелликлс там и Джелликлс здесь
Джелликлс будут, Джелликлс есть
Джелликлс там и Джелликлс здесь
На метле вместе с ведьмой летал ты на шабаш?
Разбираешься в магии, знаешь латынь?
У алхимика быть ассистентом случалось?
Подмастерьем у черта и с богом на ты?
Джелликлс могут, Джелликлс все (5 раз)
Джелликл песня, Джелликлс ритм (4 раза)
Можешь мастерски петь то сопрано, то басом?
Упражняясь в вокале, лишать город сна?
И любимцем семьи ты становишься сразу?
И гордишься, что кот начинается с К?
Джелликл хор всю ночь на пролет
Генделя самозабвенно поет.
Внемлет округа ангельской песне.
Аллилуйя - нет звуков чудесней!
О, как мы исключительны, божественно - значительны.
Дружно возносим мы хвалу - Слава бессмертному коту.
Не оставим друга в беде, мы преданны тем, кто -
Джелликлс могут, Джелликлс все (5раз)
Джелликл песня, Джелликл ритм (4раза)
Поэты коты, эстеты коты,
Альтруисты коты, эгоисты коты,
Оптимисты коты, пессимисты коты,
Филантропы коты, мизантропы коты,
Реалисты коты, конформисты коты,
Коты ораторы, коты молчуны,
Фантазеры коты, резонеры коты,
Коты ученые, коты подлецы, коты мудрецы.
Карьеристы коты , лицедеи и простаки
Демагоги и чудаки.
Это Джелликлс будут, Джелликлс есть
Джелликлс там и Джелликлс здесь
Джелликлс будут, Джелликлс есть
Джелликлс там и Джелликлс здесь...
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Мангоджерри и Рамполтизу
[re: Гpибo]
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Автор | Гpибo (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 24.11.01 11:40 |
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Мангоджерри и Рамполтизу
В мире таких не найти забияк.
У нас скандальная репутация,
И день ни один не проходит без драк.
Мы комедианты и кривляки,
И плачет от нас вся Виктория-Гроув.
Мы неисправимые бродяги,
Наш штаб - это крыши окрестных домов.
Мы печально известны в садах Корнуолла,
Нас на Пикадилли видали не раз.
Биография наша любому знакома,
И с завистью смотрят все кошки на нас.
Если вдруг канарейка из клетки пропала,
И спальня похожа на Бородино,
Если с крыши на вас черепица упала,
И крыша не крыша, а горе одно,
Если ящик в комоде слегка отодвинут,
И в нем вы не можете свитер найти,
Если ваша сестра завизжит "Где мой жемчуг?",
Разлиты любимые ваши духи -
Надо бы мошенников наказать!
Ах, эти Мангоджерри и Рамполтизу!
Только вряд ли вы сможете нас отыскать
Мангоджерри и Рамполтизу
Без устали могут болтать обо всем.
Один кот - воришка, другой - громила,
Вместе друзьям этим все нипочем.
Мы лица без определенной профессии,
Мы не учились нигде никогда.
Мы предпочитаем дружить с полицейскими,
Но их обмануть нам не стоит труда.
Ждет нетерпеливо воскресный обед,
Скажет едко отец: " Как медлителен повар!
Не может никак приготовить десерт"
Бедный малый войдет и промямлит смущенно,
Что в кухне исчез со стола антрекот.
"Боюсь, что сегодня не будет второго..."
Семья скажет хором: "Опять этот кот!"
Ах, эти Мангоджерри и Рамплтизу!
Ну этим котам не клади палец в рот!
Мангоджерри и Рамплтизу
Имеют свой стиль в совместной работе.
Им часто везет, потому что они
Не дремлют в тени, а всегда на охоте.
Мы по дому проносимся, словно торнадо,
И уверены, вам не узнать никогда,
Ктo из нас этого хаоса автор -
Один из котов или оба кота?
Когда в гостиной услышите звон,
Из библиотеки послышится "динь",
И вы вдруг поймете, что это не сон,
А вазы и блюда династии Цинь.
Кто из двух котов это все натворил?
Ах, эти Мангоджерри и Рамплтизу!
Но след от хвостов и от лап уж простыл.
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Тема
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Мистер Мистофилис
[re: Гpибo]
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Автор | Гpибo (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 24.11.01 11:42 |
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С нами сегодня Мистер Мистофилис -
Чародей и искусный маг!
В предчувствии чуда мы ждем с нетерпеньем
Когда же начнет он свое выступленье.
Он - спокоен, и строг, и точен
От хвоста и до кончиков лап.
Каждый номер его отточен -
"Вот так маг" - про него говорят.
Может сыр превратить он в щербет
И по картам судьбу предсказать.
Может наколдовать вам в волшебном цилиндре
Белых кроликов штук двадцать пять.
Он и здесь, и там, и нигде -
Невозможно за ним уследить.
Извергать он умеет огонь
И в закрытые двери входить.
И твердят все в округе на все голоса:
"Покажет Мистофилис Вам чудеса!"
Вы спросите: " Есть ли такой кот в мире,
Чтоб чудеса творил бы,
Как несравненный Мистофилис?"
Нет сильнее его ворожбы,
Знают все - он иллюзии мэтр
Может взглядом одним приподнять
Клетку с тиграми на сантиметр.
Может в небе, как птица, парить,
Разорвав притяжения плен,
И пройти без труда сквозь Китайскую стену
И заставить исчезнуть Биг Бен.
Порожденье магических сил,
Для него невозможного нет.
Ему ведомо множество тайн,
Он бессмертия знает секрет.
И все просят о чуде его на коленях -
Ведь подвластны ему и пространство и время!
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Память!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[re: Гpибo]
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Автор | Гpибo (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 24.11.01 11:45 |
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Полночь,
Бледно светит луна. Ночь
Звездный плащ расстилает
Над пустыней дорог.
Желтым светом
Мерцают листья, вьются у ног
Ветер странствий
В путь зовет.
Память,
Дай же сердцу покоя,
И печально за мною
В этот час не ходи.
Что прошло, то прошло,
Быльем - травой поросло
И осталось позади.
Тьма редеет под мостами
В тишине осенней.
Ночь уйдет, новый рассвет настанет -
И унесет сомненья.
Утро, Подари мне надежду,
Я хочу, как и прежде,
Вновь бежать за мечтой.
Тени прошлого скроет
Свет грядущего дня
И поманит вдаль меня.
Все светлее горизонт,
Росой трава искрится,
Сумрак тает, город оживает,
В листве проснулись птицы.
Счастье,
мимолетное счастье,
Долгожданное счастье
Наступившего дня.
Пролетая,
легко своим волшебным крылом
Ты дотронься до меня.
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Тема
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Скимблшенкс - железнодорожный кот
[re: feste]
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Автор | Maшиниcт (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 24.11.01 11:52 |
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Скимблшенкс - дороги символ,
Поезда символ он.
Ровно в полночь на вокзале проводницы зашептали:
Где же он? Куда он мог улизнуть?
На пути ночной почтовый, к отправлению готовый,
Но без Скимбла мы не тронемся в путь!
Пошептавшись, проводницы начинают суетиться,
По вокзалу вверх и вниз понеслись.
Скимбл! Скимбл! Где ты? Где ты? Тут он? Там он? Нету! Нету!
Скимблшенкс, Скимблшенкс, отзовись! -
Прозвенел второй звонок, проводницы сбились с ног.
Только кто это шагнул на перрон?
В ноль часов пять минут Скимблшенкс тут как тут -
Он обследовал багажный вагон.
Зажегся зеленый кошачий глаз -
В пути не будет аварии:
Ночной почтовый едет на север
Северного полушария!
Скажем прямо, славный Скимбл, - путевой удачи символ,
На ночном Почтовом он главнее всех,
Он заглянет к машинисту, он проверит, всюду ль чисто,
Прекратит излишний гомон и смех.
Если что-нибудь случится, он заглянет к проводнице
И поможет всем, чем может помочь.
Он появится в багажном, где зевают с видом важным
Кладовщик и ревизор всю ночь.
По вагонным коридорам Скимблшенкс идет дозором,
В полутьме горит зеленый глаз.
На ночном Почтовом сонном
Он пройдет по всем вагонам -
Первый класс, второй и третий класс.
Проводница постучится и учтиво обратиться:
"Крепкий ли вы пьете утром чай?",
А за ней стоящий кот только усом поведет,
Будто здесь он просто так невзначай.
Так всю ночь напролет удивительный кот
Дежурство несет старательно,
Вот поэтому на Почтовом ночном
Все всегда замечательно!
Скимблшенкс - дороги символ,
Поезда символ он.
Скимблшенкс - дороги символ,
Поезда символ он.
Так всю ночь он начеку, лишь порой хлебнет чайку,
И посмотрит на пейзаж из окна
Да порой обронит вздох и поищет в шерсти блох
И опять вагоны, ночь и тишина.
Поезд первым сном окутан,
Между тем платформа Лутан,
И к дежурному наш кот подойдет,
А на остановке в Лидсе к полисмену обратится,
Что-то спросит и на что-то кивнет.
Вы смотрели пятый сон и не видели, как он
В Эпилби ходил на вокзал,
Но зато уже в Карлайле вы не спали и видали,
Как он дамам выходить помогал.
И вам на прощанье Скимблшенкс
Пушистым хвостом махнет,
И вы скажете вдруг: До свиданья, мой друг,
Железнодорожный кот!
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I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful--
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
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Close the shop, let's take a drive
Take a break from nine 2 five
It's so great 2 be alive, oh yeah
We could rent some roller skates
We could skate around the lake
If we don't know how, we'll fake it, oh yeah
CHORUS:
Strollin', strollin'
We could have fun just strollin'
Rockin', rollin', oh yeah
Let's forget about the time (Time)
Let's relax and ease our mind (Mind)
We deserve 2 just feel fine, oh yeah
We could stroll the mezzanine (Strollin', strollin')
Buy some dirty magazines (Yeah)
Laugh behind them while we're eatin' ice cream (Ha ha ha..)
CHORUS
See the man with the blue guitar
Maybe one day he'll be a star
Give him your ice cream and I'll give him the keys 2 my car
There's so much hate going 'round
Hard 2 not let it get U down
Least we could do is make a joyful sound, oh yeah
CHORUS
Strollin, strollin'
Oh, rockin', rollin', oh yeah
(We could have fun) {x2} (Just strollin')
{CHORUS - repeated 2 the end}
Close the shop, let's take a ride
Take a break from nine 2 five
So great, so great 2 be alive, oh yeah
Strollin' we... oh, rockin', rollin', oh yeah
Oh strollin'
We, we, yeah...
Oh oh strollin', strollin'
Oh yeah
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anyone lived in a pretty how town
with up so floating many bells down
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did
Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew)
autumn winter spring summer
that noone loved him more by more
when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her
someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then) they
said their nevers they slept their dream
stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)
one day anyone died i guess
and noone stooped to kiss his face
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was
all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.
Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
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:)
Thanks again....
anyone but me
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suppose
Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
young death sits in a cafe
smiling, a piece of money held between
his thumb and first finger
(i say "will he buy flowers" to you
and "Death is young
life wears velour trousers
life totters, life has a beard" i
say to you who are silent.--"Do you see
Life? he is there and here,
or that, or this
or nothing or an old man 3 thirds
asleep, on his head
flowers, always crying
to nobody something about les
roses les bluets
yes,
will He buy?
Les belles bottes--oh hear
, pas chиres")
and my love slowly answered I think so. But
I think I see someone else
there is a lady, whose name is Afterwards
she is sitting beside young death, is slender;
likes flowers.
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Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.
Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.
I'm no more your mother
Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind's hand.
All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.
One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
In my Victorian nightgown.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat's. The window square
Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.
Aledar~
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Wuthering Heights
The horizons ring me like faggots,
Tilted and disparate, and always unstable.
Touched by a match, they might warm me,
And their fine lines singe
The air to orange
Before the distances they pin evaporate,
Weighting the pale sky with a soldier color.
But they only dissolve and dissolve
Like a series of promises, as I step forward.
There is no life higher than the grasstops
Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind
Pours by like destiny, bending
Everything in one direction.
I can feel it trying
To funnel my heat away.
If I pay the roots of the heather
Too close attention, they will invite me
To whiten my bones among them.
The sheep know where they are,
Browsing in their dirty wool-clouds,
Gray as the weather.
The black slots of their pupils take me in.
It is like being mailed into space,
A thin, silly message.
They stand about in grandmotherly disguise,
All wig curls and yellow teeth
And hard, marbly baas.
I come to wheel ruts, and water
Limpid as the solitudes
That flee through my fingers.
Hollow doorsteps go from grass to grass;
Lintel and sill have unhinged themselves.
Of people and the air only
Remembers a few odd syllables.
It rehearses them moaningly:
Black stone, black stone.
The sky leans on me, me, the one upright
Among all horizontals.
The grass is beating its head distractedly.
It is too delicate
For a life in such company;
Darkness terrifies it.
Now, in valleys narrow
And black as purses, the house lights
Gleam like small change.
Aledar~
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Said I'm willin' and I'm able
I'm ready 2 place my cards on the table
I been holdin' back this feeling 4 far 2 long
And now that I'm willin'
It's a fact – it's truly mighty strong
Like a child lost in the wilderness
Till I reach my destination, I won't rest
Cuz I'm willin' (Willin') and I'm able (Able)
I'm ready 2 place my cards on the table (Table)
There's some kings in my deck and a queen or 2
So U know there ain't nothin', nothin' that I wouldn't do
(Nothin' that I won't do)
It 'twas a long time comin', but now that it's here
All the non-believers better fear me
Cuz I'm willin (Willin' and able) and I'm able
I got a good and plenty cards 2 place on the table (Table)
I been holdin' back this feeling 4 far 2 long
(Holdin' back this feeling 4 far 2 long)
And now that I'm willin' (This feeling)
This feeling is truly mighty strong (Truly)
(I... I… I… I'm willin') (Willin')
Uh, able (Able)
My vision is all clear, I'm feelin' kinda stable
U know I am {x2}
I'm ready 2 whisper (Whisper - what cha say?)
Ready 2 shout, yeah (Shout - now what cha say?)
I'm ready 2 scream from the highest mountain top
(Scream - now what cha say? What cha say?)
(Now what cha say? What cha say?)
Oh Lord, I'm willin', willin', able (Willin', able)
I wanna dance and sing, somebody watch me do my thing
Oh! {repeat}
(Willin') (Able) (Willin' and able) {x2}
I wanna dance and sing, somebody watch me do my thing
(Dance and sing, let me watch U do your thang)
(Bring it to me)
Let me take a bite 2 see if U're ripe
I'm kinda thinkin' about takin' a whole chunk
A piece of your love 2night
Well hello, M.C. T on a mello
Swing low 2 the tempo as I flow on a roll
Here we go, willing and able start the show right
With that type of hype
I lay my cards on the table 2night
Don't take me light
My flow hits U just like a lead pipe
While I'm clockin'
U just ain't fussin' about the boots I'm knockin'
It ain't like that
Besides, I keep the Jimmy so get off my back
In fact U lack the knack
Step back before I show U how a fool acts, baby
Yeah
Aledar~
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who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should
get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where
always
it's
Spring)and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves
Aledar~
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Вече от шест месеца се подстригвам при него –
цял час се върти над най-проста прическа,
която по принцип отнема двойно по-малко,
но това би орязало и от представлението.
Пристрастих се към него, станах една от дамите му, развили
зависимост, които, обяснява ми той, подръпвайки от цигарата,
са, ей Богу, далеч по-възрастни от него, макар че той самият
сега, в края на седмицата (салончето му пращи по шевовете
от орхидеи и пурпурни панделки), навършвал, пази Боже, 36.
Така щял да си умре, кълцайки дамски прически, вече го правел
от памтивека. Спира, хвърля ножицата на масата, пали
нова цигара и пита искам ли да науча истината
защо след 4 съпруги и 2000 жени е избрал мъжете?
Защото ги гледал как остаряват, просто
сравнение не може да става, рече той и продължи с резачката.
Лично той си падал по едрите, с големите бомби, нали,
но скъпа, те просто не се задържат. Слава Богу,
че с Джоел са се намерили, прекрасна двойка са,
Джоел е с десет години по-млад,
предан съпруг, двамата са си верни
от шест години, дори Джоел им шие дрехите.
Предложи ми да си купя плюшено мече.
Десетсантиметрови токчета, ние, професионалните жени
представа си нямаме колко сме секси, докато кършим глезени.
Трябвало да си купя един чифт
и да се обезсмъртя,
негов приятел снимал портрети –
дискретни, изискани пози върху шезлонг,
съпругът ми щял да е очарован.
Само че по-скоро, няма за кога вече да се отлага.
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Разбрахме, че й хлопа, когато заповдига
полите на копринената си маркова рокля и
врътна корсета си на една страна, преди
да стигне до тоалетната в края на коридора.
С потреперване се отдалечиха от погледите ни
най-големите части от дребното тяло на баба, две едри
отпуснати пълнолуния, надвиснали над смъкнатия корсет
с разхлабени жартиери, усукани около краката чорапи.
Мъчехме се да гледаме настрани. Невъзможно
много години по-късно наш стар приятел, онколог,
оперетен клоун, щастливо захилен над отрупана
с прибори маса по случай четиридесетте, се изправи
сякаш за тост, но се обърна и смъкна гащи
и задържа позата, докато вникнем в малките
туфи от косми, засенчващи двете му обли
гърди без зърна. Не можех да спра смеха си, чак
страните ме заболяха. Но нямах представа какво
предложи той, какво ни даде. Напоследък
и моят потегли надолу, изпод праните му,
еластични граници. Един личен
континентален дрейф, сякаш тялото се опитва
да надмогне отесняващата си форма, сякаш
всяко бедро е чрезмерна протоплазмена клетка,
деляща се на снопчета прецъфтели рози, гигантски
желиран бонбон, държан твърде дълго над огъня.
Сякаш тялото се е превърнало в ниска сграда от облаци,
все по-тежка и по-тежка от задържаната маса.
Усилието да го запазиш цяло. Стремеж на тялото
да излезе отвъд геометрията.
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I do not like my state of mind;
I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
I dread the dawn's recurrent light;
I hate to go to bed at night.
I snoot at simple, earnest folk.
I cannot take the gentlest joke.
I find no peace in paint or type.
My world is but alot of tripe.
I'm disillusioned, empty-breasted.
For what I think, I'd be arrested.
I am not sick, I am not well.
My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
My soul is crushed, my spirit sore;
I do not like me any more.
I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.
I ponder on the narrow house.
I shudder at the thought of men.
I'm due to fall in love again.
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Uncle Mo,
a shy bachelor of 43,
was a nudist at heart.
Suddenly last summer
he formed a club
for bashful sun-worshippers.
They gathered in his greenhouse
on the weekends,
dressed to the nines.
Quiet as tomatoes,
they thought allsorts,
sweating profanely.
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Тема
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against all odds
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 28.11.01 13:38 |
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How can I just let you walk away, just let you leave without a trace
When I stand here taking every breath with you, ooh
You're the only one who really knew me at all
How can you just walk away from me, when all I can do is watch you leave
Cos we've shared the laughter and the pain, and even shared the tears
You're the only one who really knew me at all
So take a look at me now, 'cos there's just an empty space
And there's nothing left here to remind me, just the memory of your face
Take a look at me now, 'cos there's just an empty space
And you coming back to me is against all odds and that's what I've got to face
I wish I could just make you turn around, turn around and see me cry
There's so much I need to say to you, so many reasons why
You're the only one who really knew me at all
So take a look at me now, 'cos there's just an empty space
And there's nothing left here to remind me, just the memory of your face
Take a look at me now, 'cos there's just an empty space
But to wait for you, well that's all I can do and that's what I've got to face
Take a good look at me now, 'cos I'll still be standing here
And you coming back to me is against all odds
That's the chance I've got to take, oh, oho
Just take a look at me now
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Тема
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Re: Изповедта на еретиците
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 28.11.01 13:42 |
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Age is a high price to pay for maturity.
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Uncle Len,
a redundant game-keeper,
strangled cuckoos.
He didn't give a f--- whose
cuckoos
he strangled
As soon as he silenced as many as he could.
But last March in Bluebell wood,
reaching out for the season's first
feathered victim,
he fell 40 feet
and broke his neck
and screaming unwittingly heralded spring.
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Тема
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Има едно проклятие.
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | Caндъчko (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 30.11.01 00:32 |
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То гласи:
"Дано живееш в интересни времена!"
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Тема
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печалби
[re: Caндъчko]
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Автор | Пpoвидeниeтo (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 30.11.01 00:33 |
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Съдбата печели. Поне така разправят. Каквото и да се случи, по-късно казват, че било дело на Съдбата. (Хората все се объркват мъничко, коагто говорят за тези неща, особено почнат ли да дърдорят за чудесата. Ако някой се спаси от сигурна смърт благодарение на смахнато стечение на обстоятелствата, всички заявяват, че е станало чудо. Разбира се, ако някой загине заради странна поредица от случки (машинното масло разлято точно тук, предпазната ограда счупена точно там), това също трябва да е чудо. Фактът, че чудото е крайно неприятно, не е достатъчно основание да го отрекат.
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Тема
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организация
[re: Пpoвидeниeтo]
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Автор | Xaoc (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 30.11.01 00:36 |
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...хаосът се намира в най-голямо изобилие там, където някой се стреми да въведе ред. И хаосът винаги надмогва реда, защото е по-способен организатор.
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Тема
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fields of gold
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | Sting (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 30.11.01 06:04 |
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You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley.
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold.
So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley.
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold.
Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley.
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold.
See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley.
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold.
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in fields of gold.
We'll walk in fields of gold.
Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley.
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold.
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley.
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold,
When we walked in fields of gold,
When we walked in fields of gold.
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He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He don't play for respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
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Are you happy? It's the only
way to be, kid.
Yes, be happy, it's a good nice
way to be.
But not happy-happy, kid, don't
be too doubled-up doggone happy.
It's the doubled-up doggone happy-
happy people . . . bust hard . . . they
do bust hard . . . when they bust.
Be happy, kid, go to it, but not too
doggone happy.
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Кой ще ми повярва,
ако кажа: "Разсякоха
ме от горе до долу
на две половини,
а все още съм жива,
вървя и се радвам
на слънцето и на цялото
земно обилие." Честността
не е нещо просто:
простата истина е
просто лъжа.
Не е ли вярно, че
дърветата крият вятъра
след своите листа
и тихо си шепнат?
Третото измерение
се крие. Каменарят
рязбива кямъни, а те
си остават камъни:
Но любовта ме разби,
на две ме разсече
и аз съм жива да
разказвам своя разказ,
но не честно:
думите го променят
и нека той да бъде -
тук под благото слънце -
измислица, докато аз
дишам и
ускорявам крачка.
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Тема
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the second element
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 02.12.01 11:28 |
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Eyes were glancing
Hopes set high
But just another day went by
Tears are falling
Like never before
Still she's staring at the door
Broken promise
Will you understand
My heart is in your little hand
I hear you call my name
And always you'll be
Blood and soul part of me
My second element
I am longing for you
And always you'll see
That you reflect on me
My second element
Are you missing me too?
Time keeps moving
She's in so deep
And she cries herself to sleep
Angels dancing
In the night
And she cuddles up real tight
Children's laughter
Sunny day
Never more I go away
Just like an endless dream
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Тема
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the second element II
[re: feste]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 02.12.01 11:30 |
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Burning fire
A light in the dark
Shining day and night for me
Flowing water
The source of our life
Covering the world
Gentle air blowing
Caressing my face
Carry me into dreams of love
The endless symphony ...
Wasn't it you
Who was filling my dreams
The second element
Everywhere you are rife
Wasn't it you
Who was filling the streams
The second element
With the power of life
Creeks are winding
Just seeking their way
Harly tryin' to reach the sea
Raindrops falling
From skies to the earth
Bringing life to you and me
Lakes of silence
A magical sound
Keeping secrets in the ground
A perfect harmony ...
Wasn't it you
Who was breaking the light
The second element
And the rainbows arise
Oh, wasn't it you
Who was standing a fight
The second element
From the earth to the skies
Wasn't it you, who was filling my dreams
Wasn't it you, who was filling the streams
Wasn't it you, who was breaking the light
Wasn't it you ... ?
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Тема
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котешки джаз
[re: basilisk]
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Автор | The Hidden Paw (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 02.12.01 11:49 |
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Macavity's a mystery cat: He's called the Hidden Paw
For he's a master criminal who can defy the law
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair
For when they reach the scene of crime Macavity's not there!
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity
He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare
And when you reach the scene of crime Macavity's not there
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there!
Macavity's a ginger cat, he's very tall and thin
You would know him if you saw him for his eyes are sunken in
His brow is deeply lined in thought, his head is highly domed
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed
He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake
And when you think he's half asleep, he's always wide awake!
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity
He is a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square
But when a crime's discovered then Macavity's not there!
He's outwardly respectable, I know he cheats at cards
And his footprints are not found in any files of Scotland Yard's
And when the larder's looted or the jewel cases rifled
Or when the milk is missing or another Peke's been stifled
Or the greenhouse glass is broken and the trellis past repair
There's the wonder of the thing Macavity's not there!
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity
He's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square
But when a crime's discovered then Macavity, Macavity
Macavity, Macavity
When a crime's discovered then Macavity's not there!
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Тема
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последната ми теорема
[re: Arcadia]
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Автор | Fermat (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 05.12.01 00:58 |
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Fermat's last theorem
Is a puzzling queer one:
Squares of a plane
Wholely squared, aren't arcane;
Cubic volumes and more, though
Have no solutions, I'm sure; so
All postulates otherwise
Will prove other than wise.
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Of the five proofs of God's existence put forward by St Thomas Aquinas, three depended on the simple idea that if an apparently endless line of dominoes is knocking itself over one by one somewhere there is a domino which was nudged... Everything has to begin somewhere and there is no answer to that. Except, of course, why does it? Why, since we accept the notion of infinity without end, should we not accept the logically identical notion of infinity without begining?
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Проклинащ мълком призрак
неумолим витае
над щастието наше -
над наший светъл кът,
но земното упорство
небето нека смае,
в мъглите да отключим
спасителния път!
Проклинащ мълком призрак
неумолим витае,
но с ярост се възражда
всесилна пролет в нас:
упорството на роба
пред нечий гняв незнаен, -
душите - в блуд надгробен,
грехът - в свещен захлас!
Проклинащ мълком призрак
неумолим витае,
началното проклятие
над целий земен род!
Низвержен дух ликува
по моста към безкрая,
живота славослови
и пищния му плод!
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Над нас без милост падат
небесните проклятия,
ехти на гневен воин
суровий тръбен глас,
но блясва в наший поглед
заветът на змията,
всевластното познание
за огън, смърт и мраз!
И нека град се сипе,
над слабите ни кули,
ще мъкнем с нова радост
орисаний хомот!
Душите да опием
с чутовни богохули! -
Грехът - свещено право
на мощния живот!
Низвергнати, но мощни,
нов мир ще сътворим ний,
на падналия ангел
най-верните чеда!
Ликувай, земна дево,
с нечути черни химни
от бога да отнемем
звезда подир звезда!
Прочетено... Неизмислено...
Amonyak знае!Редактирано от Amonyak на 06.12.01 01:24.
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God bless Mother Nature,
She's a single woman too,
She did go to heaven
and she did what she had to do:
She told every angel
To rearrange the sky,
So that each and every woman
Could find the perfect guy!
It's raining men.
Halleluja!
It's raining men.
Amen.
Go get yourself wet, girl!
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It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee; -
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
She was a child and I was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love –
I and Annabel Lee –
With a love that winged seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud by night
Chilling my Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me: -
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
in this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud, chilling
And killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we –
Of many far wiser than we –
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: -
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea –
In her tomb by the side of the sea.
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"Нов поглед и нова любов"
Ив Бонфоа
На реката сребърната длан
облака докосна -
от клоните му се отрониха
прашинките прозрачни
на дъжда.
Над града
душата ми прекрачи,
над кръстовете и короните,
облака докосна -
на реката сребърната длан
целуна.
Прочетено! Неизмислено!
Аледар знае!
Aledar~
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Тема
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Re: ***
[re: Aлeдap]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 15.12.01 20:26 |
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o6te po golqmo HMMM
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;
I fled Him, down the arches of the years;
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways
Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears
I hid from Him, and under running laughter.
Up vistaed hopes I sped;
And shot, precipitated,
Adown Titanic glooms of chasmиd fears,
From those strong Feet that followed, followed after.
But with unhurrying chase,
And unperturbиd pace,
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
They beat -- and a Voice beat
More instant than the Feet
"All things betray thee, who betrayest Me."
I pleaded, outlaw-wise,
By many a hearted casement, curtained red,
Trellised with intertwining charities;
(For, though I knew His love Who followиd,
Yet was I sore adread
Lest, having Him, I must have naught beside.)
But, if one little casement parted wide,
The gust of His approach would clash it to:
Fear wist not to evade, as Love wist to pursue.
Across the margent of the world I fled,
And troubled the gold gateways of the stars,
Smiting for shelter on their clangиd bars;
Fretted to dulcet jars
And silvern chatter the pale ports o' the moon.
I said to Dawn: Be sudden -- to Eve: Be soon;
With thy young skiey blossoms heap me over
From this tremendous Lover --
Float thy vague veil about me, lest He see!
I tempted all His servitors, but to find
My own betrayal in their constancy,
In faith to Him their fickleness to me,
Their traitorous trueness, and their loyal deceit.
To all swift things for swiftness did I sue;
Clung to the whistling mane of every wind.
But whether they swept, smoothly fleet,
The long savannahs of the blue;
Or whether, Thunder-driven,
They clanged his chariot 'thwart a heaven,
Plashy with flying lightnings round the spurn o' their feet: --
Fear wist not to evade as Love wist to pursue.
Still with unhurrying chase,
And unperturbиd pace,
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
Came on the following Feet,
And a Voice above their beat --
"Naught shelters thee, who wilt not shelter Me."
I sought no more that after which I strayed
In face of man or maid;
But still within the little children's eyes
Seems something, something that replies,
They at least are for me, surely for me!
I turned me to them very wistfully;
But just as their young eyes grew sudden fair
With dawning answers there,
Their angel plucked them from me by the hair.
"Come then, ye other children, Nature's -- share
With me" (said I) "your delicate fellowship;
Let me greet you lip to lip,
Let me twine with you caresses,
Wantoning
With our Lady-Mother's vagrant tresses,
Banqueting
With her in her wind-walled palace,
Underneath her azured daпs,
Quaffing, as your taintless way is,
From a chalice
Lucent-weeping out of the dayspring."
So it was done:
I in their delicate fellowship was one --
Drew the bolt of Nature's secrecies.
I knew all the swift importings
On the wilful face of skies;
I knew how the clouds arise
Spumиd of the wild sea-snortings;
All that's born or dies
Rose and drooped with; made them shapers
Of mine own moods, or wailful or divine;
With them joyed and was bereaven.
I was heavy with the even,
When she lit her glimmering tapers
Round the day's dead sanctities.
I laughed in the morning's eyes.
I triumphed and I saddened with all weather,
Heaven and I wept together,
And its sweet tears were salt with mortal mine;
Against the red throb of its sunset-heart
I laid my own to beat,
And share commingling heat;
But not by that, by that, was eased my human smart.
In vain my tears were wet on Heaven's grey cheek.
For ah! we know not what each other says,
These things and I; in sound I speak --
Their sound is but their stir, they speak by silences.
Nature, poor stepdame, cannot slake my drouth;
Let her, if she would owe me,
Drop yon blue bosom-veil of sky, and show me
The breasts o' her tenderness:
Never did any milk of hers once bless
My thirsting mouth.
Nigh and nigh draws the chase,
With unperturbиd pace,
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy;
And past those noisиd Feet
A voice comes yet more fleet --
"Lo! naught contents thee, who content'st not Me."
Naked I wait Thy love's uplifted stroke!
My harness piece by piece Thou hast hewn from me,
And smitten me to my knee;
I am defenceless utterly.
I slept, methinks, and woke,
And, slowly gazing, find me stripped in sleep.
In the rash lustihead of my young powers,
I shook the pillaring hours
And pulled my life upon me; grimed with smears,
I stand amid the dust o' the mounded years --
My mangled youth lies dead beneath the heap.
My days have crackled and gone up in smoke,
Have puffed and burst as sun-starts on a stream.
Yea, faileth now even dream
The dreamer, and the lute the lutanist;
Even the linked fantasies, in whose blossomy twist
I swung the earth a trinket at my wrist,
Are yielding; cords of all too weak account
For earth with heavy griefs so overplussed.
Ah! is Thy love indeed
A weed, albeit an amaranthine weed,
Suffering no flowers except its own to mount?
Ah! must
Designer infinite! --
Ah! must Thou char the wood ere Thou canst limn with it?
My freshness spent its wavering shower i' the dust;
And now my heart is as a broken fount,
Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever
From the dank thoughts that shiver
Upon the sighful branches of my mind.
Such is; what is to be?
The pulp so bitter, how shall taste the rind?
I dimly guess what Time in mists confounds;
Yet ever and anon a trumpet sounds
From the hid battlements of Eternity;
Those shaken mists a space unsettle, then
Round the half-glimpsиd turrets slowly wash again.
But not ere him who summoneth
I first have seen, enwound
With glooming robes purpureal, cypress-crowned;
His name I know, and what his trumpet saith.
Whether man's heart or life it be which yields
Thee harvest, must Thy harvest-fields
Be dunged with rotten death?
Now of that long pursuit
Comes on at hand the bruit;
That Voice is round me like a bursting sea:
"And is thy earth so marred,
Shattered in shard on shard?
Lo, all things fly thee, for thou fliest Me!
Strange, piteous, futile thing!
Wherefore should any set thee love apart?
Seeing none but I makes much of naught" (He said),
"And human love needs human meriting:
How hast thou merited --
Of all man's clotted clay the dingiest clot?
Alack, thou knowest not
How little worthy of any love thou art!
Whom wilt thou find to love ignoble thee,
Save Me, save only Me?
All which I took from thee I did but take,
Not for thy harms,
But just that thou might'st seek it in My arms.
All which thy child's mistake
Fancies as lost, I have stored for thee at home:
Rise, clasp My hand, and come!"
Halts by me that footfall:
Is my gloom, after all,
Shade of His hand, outstretched caressingly?
"Ah, fondest, blindest, weakest,
I am He Whom thou seekest!
Thou dravest love from thee, who dravest Me."
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Тема
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eternity
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | DCT (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 19.12.01 23:47 |
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I knew that we belonged together
Long before I knew your name
And the only thing I longed for
Was a sign to prove you felt the same
Somehow I knew your every secret
Just by looking in your eyes
From the very moment I met you
I was thinking of the rest of our lives
Just say to me
I'm gonna love you 'til the end of the time
Somehow two hearts have made a friend of time
Eternity, eternity is on our side
I'm not afraid to say forever
You have made me feel so sure
'Cause I know it's everlasting
And I've never had this feeling before
Keep telling me
I'm gonna love you 'til the end of time
Somehow two hearts have made a friend of time
Eternity, I'll love you for eternity
Caught in the tide
And it brought me to you
And now I know that dreams come true
I'm gonna love you 'til the end of time
Somehow two hearts have made a friend of time
Eternity, eternity, is on our side
I'm gonna love you 'til the end of time
Somehow two hearts have made a friend of time
Eternity, eternity, is on our side (is on our side)
I'm gonna love 'til the end of time ('til the end of time)
Somehow two hearts have made a friend of time
Eternity, eternity, is on our side
Eternity, I'll love you for eternity
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Тема
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Отгръщане на живота и отказ от свободата
[re: DCT]
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Автор |
basilisk () |
Публикувано | 20.12.01 10:28 |
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Не се менява залезът на моята надежда
България пропадна Градът сега изглежда
Под слънце от маниста красив и разярен
То лампите ли светят дали е нощ ил' ден?
Градът сега изглежда кълбо от твойта прежда
Сестрице Ариадна, сред тоя лабиринт
От курви крясък стоки затягат своя винт
Изгубените смисли далечните посоки
И трудно ще си спомни между хашиш и кока
Младежът свойта майка бащата - своя син
О, как да се измъкна и как да изоставя
Безумното хоро в налудната държава?...
Аркадия бе нищо сравнена с тебе, курво
И твоите огнища превърнати във урви
Където глас се чува мелодия звучи:
"Бъл(!)гария се дави, Бъл(!)гария се дави..."
Върви си - или мри!
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Тема
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izpovedta na ludite
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор |
Aлeдap (демон) |
Публикувано | 26.12.01 01:51 |
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На кого е нужна китара без струни,закъсняла нежност, пленени думи?
На кого е нужна нощта без звездите,въглен вместо огън, плачът на жените?
Ветрове гонят ме през нощните клади,
а косачи раздират без пощада душата ми млада.ееее-еее-ееее
Тази нощ е бедна, китара без струни,сбогом за последно, даже без думи.
Скитница, за обич уморена птица.Не ми трябва огън, а малка свещица.
Ветрове гонят ме през нощните клади,
а косачи раздират без пощада душата ми млада.ееее-еее-ееее
А когато тръгна сама все нататък,ще потърся в лицата познатия блясък.
Ветрове гонят ме през нощните клади,
а косачи раздират без пощада душата ми млада.ееее-еее-ееее
Ветрове гонят ме през нощните клади,
а косачи раздират без пощада душата ми млада.ееее-еее-ееее
Aledar~
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Тема
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Ky-Ky
[re: Aлeдap]
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Автор | M-r Ky-Ky (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 26.12.01 05:23 |
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Mi to i az sym lud... Pyk i da znai6 kakvo stana
Вчера в детската градина ток удари двама-трима
Две дечица веселушки светят като крушки.
От балкона нашта Петя полетя като комета
щом не вярваш - погледни я стана на пихтия.
Вчера рано от зарана аз ковач реших да стана
мама, татко на балкона ковнах с два пирона.
Гошето пък за беда с виличка се заигра
и за смайване на всички -ей го без очички.
Дядо Мраз дари резачка на Иванчо за играчка
ха сега деца кажете -де са му ръцете?
В детски лагер край реката слънце грее над гората
вчера се удави Данчо днеска - Крум и Панчо.
А учителката млада им подготви изненада
в супата им топла, вкусна габърчета пусна.
Малко бебе в количка майка му го гъделичка
бръкна му със пръст в окото пукна то горкото.
С ятаган добре наточен аз съм бърз и много точен.
Вчера вуйчо ми намина и не си замина.
Ой, детенце, мило, сладко я послушай твоя татко:
няма радост по-голяма да заколим мама.
Вчера в детската градина чума тръшнала стотина
детски рязани главички се търкалят без очички.
Със червените ботушки дядо Мраз раздава пушки
а Снежанка под елхата бръсне си краката.
Бай Иван с косата пак коси коси тревата
покрай него две момчета станаха джуджета.
Със кюфтетата във стола аз изтрових много хора
вчера ректора намина и не си замина.
Малка планинарска група
се превърна в двайсет трупа
а хижаря с теслата кълца им месата.
Баба Яга със метлата обикаля им телата.
А хижарят с пикел нов точи зъби за любов.
Кръчмички в снега се гушат, а коминчетата пушат
шесто чувство в мен напира пие ми се бира.
Над смълчаните полета пеят траурни звънчета
черна катафалка мина дядо Мраз почина
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Тема
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Re: izpovedta na ludite
[re: Aлeдap]
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Автор |
Aлeдap (демон) |
Публикувано | 26.12.01 05:30 |
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беше отдавна, но си спомням до днес
на един бал със маски се срещнахме с теб,
някой случайно ни запозна
и ти Жулиета за име избра
смутен, развълнуван шегата приех,
"Ромео", отвърнах, "ще бъда за теб"
и сякаш почувсвах как със очи ти отвърна
"не знам, може би..."
раzговаряхме после за много неща,
за Ромео, Жулиета, за теб и за нас
и сърцата ни сякаш, събрани в едно
се докoсваха с искрена чиста любов
спомням си, всъщност помня до днес,
как като в сън аз танцувах със теб,
неусeтно и бързо настъпи часът
в който маската всеки свали със ръка
и тогава смутен, развълнуван и плах
аз попитах "ще се срещнем ли някога пак"
а ти Жулиета отвърна със смях
"о, Ромео това беше само шега..."шега...
а ти Жулиета отвърна със смях
"о, Ромео това беше само шега..."
а ти Жулиета отвърна със смях
"о, Ромео това беше само шега
Aledar~
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Тема
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ima dni, v koito ne vyrvi
[re: Aлeдap]
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Автор |
Aлeдap (демон) |
Публикувано | 26.12.01 05:33 |
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Винаги бързам, за къде и аз не знам,
миг е денят ми и отново пак съм сам.
Чакам те да дойдеш, но не идваш ти.
Има дни, има дни във които не върви,
има дни, има дни във които не върви.
Има ли смисъл да се връщам аз назад,
болка и обич да изпитвам всеки час?
Сякаш вече нещо не е както преди.
Има дни, има дни във които не върви,
има дни, има дни във които не върви, има дни. (соло)
Вятърът носи изсъхнали листа.
Помниш ли всички подарени цветя?
Сякаш вече нищо не е както преди.
Има дни, има дни във които не върви,
има дни, има дни във които не върви.
Има дни, има дни във които не върви,
има дни, има дни във които не върви.
Има дни, има дни във които не върви,
има дни, има дни във които не върви.
Aledar~
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Тема
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ima dni, v koito ne vyrvi
[re: Aлeдap]
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Автор |
Aлeдap (демон) |
Публикувано | 26.12.01 02:07 |
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Кога зашумят шумите буките
Кога зашумят шумите буките
Кога зашумят шумите,
плачат за войводата, капетано.
Кога през село минете пойдете
Кога през село минете пойдете,
Кога през село минете
со коне да не тропате, ама тропате
(со пушки да не фърлате, ама фърлате)
Че ке ви чуе майка ми, старата
Че ке ви чуе майка ми, старата
Дане ви чуе майка ми, ке ви праша за мене, ама за мене
Къде е син ми Костадин
Къде е син ми Костадин
Къде е син ми Костадин
Костадин, войводата, капетано
Син ти се майко ожени, ожени.
Син ти се майко ожени, ожени.
Син ти се майко ожени, ожени,
за една македонка, поробена
(за земята църната, поробена, македонска).
Aledar~
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Тема
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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
[re: Aлeдap]
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Автор |
Aлeдap (демон) |
Публикувано | 26.12.01 02:13 |
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Без страх войни чакат зората
Очите техни са сини до край
Извоювали са те свободата
и от адa ще направят рай
А над менe слънце грее
имам пясък, но търся вода
Аз ще тръгна сам, ще посоча пътя
виждам вече там войни вървят
Аз ще тръгна сам, докато смъртта очаквам
виждам вече там вестители
Сънищата ми достигат безкрая
нося своята ужасна съдба
И планетите очакват промяна
аз ще я дам, аз ще я дам
А над менe вятър вее
имам пясък, но търся вода
Аз ще тръгна сам, ще посоча пътя
виждам вече там войни вървят
Аз ще тръгна сам, докато смъртта очаквам
виждам вече там вестители
Aledar~
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Излел е Дельо хайдутин,
хайдутин енкесаджие,
с Думбовци и с Караджовци.
Зарочал Дельо, пурочал даридерскимнем аене,
аене кабадайлие.
-В селоно имам две лели,
да ми ги не потурчите,
да ми ги ни почорните,
чи га си слезам в селоно,
мночко щат майки да плакнат,
по-мночко, млади невести.
Aledar~
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Тема
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prituri se planinata
[re: Aлeдap]
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Автор |
Aлeдap (демон) |
Публикувано | 26.12.01 05:46 |
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Притури са планината,
че затрупа два овчеря,
че затрупа два овчеря,
два овчеря па другаря.
Първи моли, пусни мене,
мене чака па арно любе,
втори моли, пусни мене,
мене чака стара майка.
Прага отваря планината,
ха ги пази два овчеря,
любе жали ден до пладне,
майка жали чак до гроба.
Aledar~
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Тема
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Re: izpovedta na ludite
[re: Aлeдap]
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Автор |
futbi (otminavasht) |
Публикувано | 26.12.01 08:35 |
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Taja pesen sam ja pjal i pisal predi izobshto ti da mojesh da pishesh !
Ебавам майка , не прощавам !!!
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Kогато си на дъното на пъкъла,
когато си най тъжен, най -злочест,
от парещите въглени на мъката
си направи сам стълба и излез.
Светът когато мръкне пред очите ти
и притъмнее в тези две очи,
сам слънце си създай и от лъчите му
с последния до него се качи.
Когато от безпътица премазан си
и си зазидан в четири стени,
от всички свои пътища прерязани
нов път си направи и сам тръгни.
Трънлив и свят е на живота ребуса
На кръст разпъва нашите души.
Загубил всичко, не загубвай себе си -
единствено така ще го решиш!
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pravish kogato si zagubil sebe si?
Aledar~
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znam...predpolagam che se tarsih.-)
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Няма какво да си кажем със теб,
няма какво да делим,
нямаме път назад и напред,
заедно сме, ала мълчим.
Няма защо да седим в тишина,
всичко е ясно, нали?
По-добре вместо да търсим вина,
просто поръчай такси.
Аз не искам, не мога
да живея така.
Не искам, не мога
в студения свят на мълчание.
За какво ми е тази любов в самота
на една ръка разстояние...
Не искам, не мога...
Няма какво да си кажем със теб,
няма какво да делим.
Няма какво да оставя за теб,
всичко ти дадох почти.
Спомена, той се топи като лед,
просто поръчай такси.
Аз не искам, не мога
да живея така.
Не искам, не мога
в студения свят на мълчание.
За какво ми е тази любов в самота
на една ръка разстояние...
Не искам , не мога...
Не искам, не мога...
Aledar~
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Тема
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........
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | kaspur (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 28.12.01 19:32 |
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kaspi oshte ne e greshno dete
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Амо, абе много ти бе паднала нещо темата надолу. Що така брееее... Не си ли я поддържаш а?
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Момчето, което говори с морето
На някакъв странен език,
Аз ли бях тогава?
Ти, мое наследство от светлото детство-
Сърдечно и вечно море,
Всичко отминава.
Ах, колко години, години, години,
Години, години, море,
Умряха безвъзвратно.
Къде, са кажи ни, кажи ни, кажи ни,
Кажи ни, кажи ни, море,
Искам ги обратно.
И ето, че идвам при теб
Толкова сам, толкова лош, толкова грешен.
И гребвам от тебе, море, шепа вода,
Глътка любов за моя ден.
Прекършени клонки и чифт панталонки
И кърпена ризка, море-
Бедните ни дрешки.
Ни помен от подлост, ни жажда за слава,
А порив за подвиг,море,
В мислите момчешки.
И често се питам, защо не опитам
Да вляза във ритъм със теб-
Смело да пристъпя.
Покоя сегашен, уюта домашен
И делника прашен, море,
В тебе да изкъпя.
Ах, как ми се иска със кърпена ризка
Да тръгна към риска, море.
Има ли надежда?
Тук мойто начало, наивно и бяло
Като в огледало, море,
В тебе се оглежда.
Момчето, което говори с морето
На някакъв странен език,
Аз ли бях тогава?
Ти, мое наследство от светлото детство,
Сърдечно и вечно море-
Всичко отминава.
Aledar~
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я да видим...дали не бродим заедно по света
- Преувеличаваш! - поклатих глава. - нищо особено не бях направил тогава. Това се случва " по пътя".
- Една случка по пътя?
- Но случка,която се помни,мила!Случка,която остава в душата като едно малко слънце,което не угасва никога.
- И когато това "слънце" не остане самотно, изгреят и други,в душата става светло?..Както някога по Шан-з-елизе...
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тя е за тебе морето,дето ти ще преплуваш
тя е всичко което,щом си с мен не сънуваш
слънчева,лъчезарна..ти я намери,взе я..
даи Боже да ти е вярна,както ти на нея
тя,тя..сбъдната твоя мечта
тя,тя..всичко това е тя....
тя,тя..ехо от твоя глас
всичко това е тя...
но останалото съм АЗ
П.С.Писала съм по памет..но ми се губи втория куплет..ако някои го знае..моля да го каже
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Ти вървиш по ледника без дъх,
с поглед, впит във върховете сини.
Горе сънно вдишва всеки връх
облаци, издишвайки лавини.
С теб внимават, като че покой
са ти обещали тия дни те -
пазят те от каменен порой,
пазят те и от пукнатините.
Идваше беда и димен пласт
бе покрил изцяло планината.
Ти не различаваше тогаз
срутването от пукнатината.
Ако бе за помощ позовал,
щяха в миг скалите да отвърнат.
Ехото им в радиосигнал
ветровете щяха да превърнат.
Ти почувства всеотдайността
в боя за превала - там самите
камъни ти пазеха гръдта,
рамо ти подаваха скалите.
Умният не скитал по гори. . .
Ти пое - не вярваше в мълвите.
Ставаше гранитът мек дори,
като пух се стелеха мъглите.
И ако след някой тежък бой
легнеш в тези планини далечни,
ще се наклонят като над свой
хребетите - обелиски вечни.
Прочетено... Неизмислено
Amonyak знае!Редактирано от Amonyak на 30.12.01 17:14.
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Тема
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za ve4nata mi liubov
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор |
Aлeдap (демон) |
Публикувано | 30.12.01 22:05 |
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Днес отново полудях,
вървя след теб и викам те да те прегърна.
Безброи мъже се казват като теб
докато не се обърнат...
Но не позна, че ще забравя твоя глас,
представа нямаш само как го помня.
Дори да спреш да съществуваш в този час -
аз пак си знам, че ще те чакам.
Като мъж, като стълб, като тъжен звяр,
като дом, като гроб, като светофар -
всеки час чакам теб и в тъмното гледам...
Като път, като брат, като смъртен враг,
като град, като стол, като бащин праг,
като плът, като дух, като за последно...
Пак започнах да не спя...
програми сменям, търся нещо като теб...
но има само тъжни новини,
а лъжи не ми се гледат...
Прогнозата е все мъгла и много дъжд
и всички филми свършват много лошо.
чакам те, за да намерим нов канал...
завръщаи се, че пак съм полудял.
Aledar~
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Тема
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Re: za ve4nata mi liubov
[re: Aлeдap]
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Автор |
Septienna (Archangel) |
Публикувано | 31.12.01 13:35 |
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Eternity
Close your eyes so you don't feel them
They don't need to see you cry
I can't promise I will heal you
But if you want to I will try
To sing this summer serenade
The past is done we've been betrayed It's true
Some might say the truth will out
But I believe without a doubt in you
You were there for summer dreaming
And you gave me what I need
And I hope you find your freedom
For eternity
For eternity
Yesterday when we were walking
You talked about your ma and dad
What they did that made you happy
What they did that made you sad
We sat and watched the sun go down
Then picked a star before we lost the moon
Youth is wasted on the young
Before you know it's come and gone too soon
You were there for summer dreaming
And you gave me what I need
And I hope you find your freedom
For eternity
For eternity
You were there for summer dreaming
And you are a friend indeed
And I hope you find your freedom
Eventually
You were there for summer dreaming
And you gave me what I need
And I know you'll find your freedom
Eventually
For eternity
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I know that it's over
But I can't believe we're through
They say that time is a healer
And i'm better without you
It's gonna take time i know
But I'll get over over you
Look at my life
Look at my heart
I have seen them fall apart
Now i'm ready to rise again
Look at my hopes
Look at my dreams
I'm building bridges from these scenes
Now I'm ready to rise again
Caught up in my thinking
Yeah
Like a prisoner in my mind
You pose so many questions
Buth the truth was hard to find
I better think twice i know
That i'll get over you
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Стар мой приятелю,
нещо си тъжен…
Тайно душата ти
пее и плаче.
Между безброй врати
с болка прикрита
колко ли скита ти,
колко ли скита?
Стар мой приятелю!
Гасне камината
в късната вечер…
Ти си отново тук,
но други сме вече
Други са думите,
други и устните
хладно и пусто е,
хладно и пусто е!
Стар мой приятелю!
Стар мой приятелю,
пътят не свършва…
Нито до този праг,
нито оттатък.
Няма как, няма как,
скитнико тъжен
трябва да тръгваш пак
вече се съмва!
Стар мой приятелю!
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Wild Bill Sitting Bull -
Half cowboy, half Sioux,
Confused by watching westerns,
Went in search for caribou.
In the badlands
He got strangled
In his own spangled lasso.
Did a war dance,
then scalped himself
like a man's gotta do.
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Тема
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Вчера легнах да умра
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | dead_one (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 08.01.02 06:41 |
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Вчера легнах да умра.
Но не умрях.
И после станах,
разритах амбалажа
на отминалите дни,
лицето си намерих и го сложих.
Намерих си една походка стара,
усмивка на райета и цигари
във джоба да един затрупан спомен.
Излязох и уплаших котките на двора.
Врабчетата се смяха зад гърба ми,
но аз великодушно ги отминах
и поздравих едно беззъбо куче.
То се усмихна и ми вдъхна вяра,
че днеска най-накрая ще намеря
своята единствена, отчаяна,
безсмислена, погубена любов.
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Обичта между момчето и момичето
изсвирена на четири ръце
по тротоарите, кината и площадите
по кръвоносните ти нежни съдове
изпятото изплакано привличане
родило смях и спомени написано
по нотите на луди композитори
ще се взриви, ще прогърми и ще си иде!
А обичта между момчето и момичето
изсвирена ва четири ръце
осъзнатото несбъднато желание
че няма да заспиш и ще запомниш
кому си служил, кому дължиш последната монета
и кой е те е направил да воюваш!
***
Обичта между момчето и момичето
изсвирена на четири ръце
творбата на пияният ти мозък
изпята от тревите и трептенето
накарала света да марширува
ще бъде побелелото джудже
на мястото на Слънцето.
на мястото на Слънцето.
на мястото на Слънцето.
А обичта между момчето и момичето
изсвирена на четири ръце
ще трябва да забравиш
ще трябва да престанеш да усещаш
ще трябва да силно обичаш нещо
нещото което да прилича
на обичта между момчето и момичето
изсвирена на четири ръце.
ще трябва да силно обичаш нещо
нещото което да прилича
на обичта между момчето и момичето
изсвирена на четири ръце.
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Тема
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Satellite
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | Hom(p)eless (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 08.01.02 20:13 |
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Now hear this my friends
I'll never be the same again
Gonna lock myself in a cold black room
Gonna shadow myself in a veil of gloom
I will function, operate
I will be a satellite of hate
Driven to this point by a chain of events
Each one pushed me nearer the edge
Gonna send my message through to you
And you'll receive the signal too
I will function, operate
I will be a satellite of hate
Higher
Disillusioned, I was disenchanted
Forgot the love that had been implanted
Heard the lies and I felt the cold
It broke my heart and I lost control
Now I'm a satellite of a free state
I'm a satellite of hate
A satellite of hate
Higher
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Many nights we've prayed
With no proof anyone could hear
In our hearts a hopeful song
We barely understood
Now we are not afraid
Although we know there's much to fear
We were moving mountains
Long before we knew we could
There can be miracles
When you believe
Though hope is frail
It's hard to kill
Who knows what miracles
You can achieve
When you believe
Somehow you will,
You will when you believe
In this time of fear
When prayer so often proves in vain
Hope seemed like the summer birds
Too swiftly flown away
Yet now I'm standing here
My heart's so full, I can't explain
Seeking faith and speaking words
I never thought I'd say
So in times when all your hope is gone
And you go through life afraid
In your heart there lies a hopeful song
That is there to guide the way
And all the hurt and all the pain
You soon will learn was not in vain
For all your prayers, they will be heard
They'll come to pass through faith
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Тема
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A Swimmer's Dream (basilisk znae)
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор |
basilisk () |
Публикувано | 10.01.02 21:34 |
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All the strength of the waves that perish
Swells beneath me and laughs and sighs,
Sighs for love of the life they cherish,
Laughs to know that it lives and dies,
Dies for joy of its life, and lives
Thrilled with joy that its brief death gives --
Death whose laugh or whose breath forgives
Change that bids it subside and rise.
Light, and sleep, and delight, and wonder,
Change, and rest, and a charm of cloud,
Fill the world of the skies whereunder
Heaves and quivers and pants aloud
All the world of the waters, hoary
Now, but clothed with its own live glory,
That mates the lightning and mocks the thunder
With light more living and word more proud.
The wild-winged hour that we fain would capture
Falls as from heaven that its light feet clomb,
So brief, so soft, and so full the rapture
Was felt that soothed me with sense of home.
To sleep, to swim, and to dream, for ever --
Such joy the vision of man saw never;
For here too soon will a dark day sever
The sea-bird's wing from the sea-wave's foam.
A dream, and more than a dream, and dimmer
At once and brighter than dreams that flee,
The moment's joy of the seaward swimmer
Abides, remembered as truth may be.
Not all the joy and not all the glory
Must fade as leaves when the woods wax hoary;
For there the downs and the sea-banks glimmer,
And here to south of them swells the sea.
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Тема
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светлината на други дни
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 11.01.02 21:21 |
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OFT, in the stilly night,
Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
Fond Memory brings the light
Of other days around me:
The smiles, the tears
Of boyhood's years,
The words of love then spoken;
The eyes that shone,
Now dimm'd and gone,
The cheerful hearts now broken!
Thus, in the stilly night,
Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
Sad Memory brings the light
Of other days around me.
When I remember all
The friends, so link'd together,
I've seen around me fall
Like leaves in wintry weather,
I feel like one
Who treads alone
Some banquet-hall deserted,
Whose lights are fled,
Whose garlands dead,
And all but he departed!
Thus, in the stilly night,
Ere slumber's chain has bound me.
Sad Memory brings the light
Of other days around me.
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Тема
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Re: A Swimmer's Dream (basilisk znae)
[re: basilisk]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 11.01.02 21:24 |
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The grey sky gleams and the grey seas glimmer,
Pale and sweet as a dream's delight,
As a dream's where darkness and light seem dimmer,
Touched by dawn or subdued by night.
The dark wind, stern and sublime and sad,
Swings the rollers to westward, clad
With lustrous shadow that lures the swimmer,
Lures and lulls him with dreams of light.
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Луната спи в безплътен призрачен сън
Луната спи в космическо видение
Луната спи брилянти светят навън
Луната спи, луната спi.
Пр:
Луната спи, а някой краде птици,
Друг рисува очи съвсем тихо,
Луната спи, а паяк плете сноп лъчи
Луната спи
Луната спи витрина в жълто гори
Луната спи в скучно отражение
Луната спи, а някой друг пак блести
Луната спи, луната спи
Пр.
(соло)
Луната спи в безплътен призрачен сън
Луната спи в скучно отражение
Луната спи с чужди блясъци вън
Луната спи, луната спи.
Пр. (2)
Погледни - Луната спи (2)
Безплътен призрачен сън
Aledar~
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Тема
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Re: аз съм луна!
[re: Aлeдap]
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Автор | Me4o (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 11.01.02 23:53 |
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Е щом ти си Луна аз съм Мечо... Да живей чалгата...
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Тема
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Тя иде като нощ красива
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 13.01.02 10:43 |
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Тя иде като нощ красива
със чисти звездни небеса.
В лика й лъч и мрак разкриват
най-нежните си чудеса;
не като ден лъчи разлива-
като предутринна роса.
Ако отнемем от лъчите
ще се загуби чарът прост,
който изгрява във очите
изпод къдрици абанос,
където често пъти скрит е
невинен порив, мил въпрос.
И кротки, но красноречиви
по устните и по челото
я гонят блясъците живи
на дух, отдаден на доброто,
на чувства и на ум, щастливи
в единството си с Естеството.
SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face,
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,—
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Тема
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Re: Тя иде като нощ красива
[re: feste]
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Автор | Augusta (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 13.01.02 14:01 |
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She walks in beauty, like the night
If cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
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Тема
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am4e
[re: Augusta]
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Автор | feste (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 13.01.02 15:25 |
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az kakvo sym napisal po-gore na angliiski a?
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Тема
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Аз съм Аледар
[re: Me4o]
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Автор |
Aлeдap (мъртва) |
Публикувано | 13.01.02 21:12 |
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Тишината е твойто име на ум,
всеки облак носи твоя парфюм,
всички влакове водят в твоя тунел,
през трупа си все към теб съм поел.
Търся, влача се денонощен и блед,
всяко вдишване е квадратче към теб,
ти навсякъде тъкмо тук си била
и зад ъгъла си се скрила едва.
Как да те спра?
Нямам ръце, нямам лице, някой го взе.
Но ще простя целия ад, целия свят, някой го взе.
нa-на-на-на-на-на-на-на- йе...
нa-на-на-на-на-на-на-на- йе...
Ти си хаоса в мен, дупка от куршум.
Ти, плод развален, бял космичен шум.
Ти, град забранен, полъх от парфюм.
И смях в тъжен ден, плод на болен ум.
Черни истини в мойто тяло пълзят,
всички изстрели се извиват назад,
любовта ми е озверяла трева,
заразена плът, тумор в мойта глава.
Как да те спра?
Нямам ръце, нямам лице, някой го взе.
Но ще простя целия ад, целия свят, някой го взе.
нa-на-на-на-на-на-на-на- йе...
нa-на-на-на-на-на-на-на- йе...
Ти си хаоса в мен, дупка от куршум.
Ти, плод развален, бял космичен шум.
Ти, град забранен, полъх от парфюм.
И смях в тъжен ден, плод на болен ум.
Aledar~
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Тема
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Re: am4e
[re: feste]
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Автор | Augusta (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 13.01.02 22:55 |
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Ami sorry, ne chetoh dokraya. A i mnoo me razsejvaha prez tova vreme, prosto e chudo kak uspiah da postna neshto. Drug put she vnimavam poveche, moje bi.
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Тема
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Re: Изповедта на еретиците
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | * (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 19.01.02 21:56 |
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GIGI
they are not nice, they're mostly noise
they swear like men, they screw like boys
I know there's nothing in their hearts
but every time I take one in my arms
it starts:
the movie in my mind
the dream they leave behind
a scene I can't erase
and in a strong GI's embrace
flee this life
flee this place
the movie plays and plays
the screen before me fills
he takes me to New York
he gives me dollar bills
our children laugh all day
and eat too much ice cream
and life is like a dream
dream
the dream I long to find
the movie in my mind
KIM
I will not cry, I will not think
I'll do my dance, I'll make them drink
when I make love, it won't be me
and if they hurt me, I'll just close my eyes
KIM GIRLS
and see they are not nice, they're mostly noise
the movie in my mind they kill like men, they die like boys
the dream that fills my head they give their cash, they keep their hearts
a man who will not kill but every night again it starts
KIM
who'll fight for me instead
he'll keep us safe all day
so no one comes at night
to blow the dream away
dream
the dream I have to find
the movie in my mind
ALL GIRLS
and in a strong GI's embrace
flee this life
flee this place
KIM
a world that's far away
where life is not unkind
the movie in my mind.
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The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
Six o'clock.
The burnt-out ends of smoky days.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves about your feet
And newspapers from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.
And then the lighting of the lamps.
II
The morning comes to consciousness
Of faint stale smells of beer
From the sawdust-trampled street
With all its muddy feet that press
To early coffee-stands.
With the other masquerades
That time resumes,
One thinks of all the hands
That are raising dingy shades
In a thousand furnished rooms.
III
You tossed a blanket from the bed,
You lay upon your back, and waited;
You dozed, and watched the night revealing
The thousand sordid images
Of which your soul was constituted;
They flickered against the ceiling.
And when all the world came back
And the light crept up between the shutters
And you heard the sparrows in the gutters,
You had such a vision of the street
As the street hardly understands;
Sitting along the bed's edge, where
You curled the papers from your hair,
Or clasped the yellow soles of feet
In the palms of both soiled hands.
IV
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o'clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT
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The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.
The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.
The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How my clay is made the hangman's lime.
The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.
And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.
знам че съм го поствала и преди
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Тема
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Fallen Leaves
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | elbereth (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 09.02.02 21:23 |
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Remember, they were something - they sounded here... The notes.
Look there, there's nothing, a leaf falls, only it's another one.
No... Scores in solitude, it's only a heart
showing the retreat in which guards the splinters.
The sound of the silence, harmonies of intimacy
show me the retreat in which I can close my eyes.
Look there, there's nothing.
A fleeting walk among the trust.
A leaf falls, today there's nothing
only the sour taste of not to know why.
A picture, conjures up images of my identity.
I realize that I've seen so many fallen leaves.
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One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place.
Far safer, of a midnight meeting
External ghost,
Than an interior confronting
That whiter host.
Far safer through an Abbey gallop,
The stones achase,
Than, moonless, one's own self encounter
In lonesome place.
Ourself, behind ourself concealed,
Should startle most;
Assassin, hid in our apartment,
Be horror's least.
The prudent carries a revolver,
He bolts the door,
O'erlooking a superior spectre
More near.
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Тема
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Това и Онова...
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор |
feste (шут (fool)) |
Публикувано | 21.02.02 21:30 |
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В понеделник, когато е топло,
аз си мисля това-онова
и най-често в главата ми чопли:
това - Онова ли е и онова - Това.
Във вторник завей, завали ли -
аз се блъскам кат птичка в кафез
и се чудя и мая: дали е...
дали тез са Онез и онез - Тез?
Във сряда под облаче бяло
се замислям и нямам покой -
мисля: де се е чуло, видяло
кой Какво е и какво е Кой?
В четвъртък, щом всичко замръзне -
всяко клонче със скреж е покрито...
Мисля. Мисля... дорде ми омръзне:
че които са Тез - не са тез, Които.
Във петък...
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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И в петъка пак съм във чата,
в интригите мощно нахлул,
а някой отчаяно смята,
кой се похвалил и кой се надул
А в събота просто прегкеждам
из клубове, теми, защо?,
защо неприлично изглежда,
да бъдеш във чата лайно
В неделя сме малко в почивка,
но сипеме яки псувни,
но всеки отново разнищва
защо ли сме гневни били.
абе ко се правя ся и аз на гъзар да се еба у простака, вместо да напиша нещо сърцераздително в стил дързост и красота
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И още веднъж над реката
влекачът червен на зората
е надал своя остър сигнал,
и още веднъж подир сън се протяга
огромното слънце, този царствен бродяга,
който за отдиха свой предпочита
кейове, мостове и речни корита.
И понеже нощта, хубавицата с нежно
лунно лице, се опитва и тоз път
да се измъкне крадешката от него,
великолепния огнен клошар,
със сламки в брадата, мигом лумнал от жар,
добродушен и весел, й мушва една
огромна и топла ръка в деколтето
и с едничък замах й раздира чудесната
вечерна рокля.
И мигом угасват
всички улични лампи, тези мизерни
пътеводни звезди на бездомните псета,
и после се случват такива неща,
че още веднъж, ето, бива нощта
насилствено простната и обладана
и гасне, разсипан по асфалта, гердана
на метеорите, и ето сред дрипи от кървав сатен -
плод недоносен и осакатен -
от това пиянско обятие,
от това нежелано зачатие
се изражда едно сивомутро,
абортирано уродче Утро,
което подобно на трескаво призраче,
във саван не по мярка се препъва неловко
във плацентата дрезгава на майка си Нощ.
И тогава над къщите на прочутия град
се явява Денят, по големия брат,
който завършва цялата сцена,
като хваща братлето си и го праща във Сена.
Ега ти семейството!Редактирано от basilisk на 22.02.02 23:28.
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Тема
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Аз съм...
[re: basilisk]
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Автор | Too-тиkи (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 24.02.02 09:09 |
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Аз съм Тоо-тики,
дето си обърна шапката наопаки!
Аз съм Тоо-тики,
дето надушва топли ветрове.
Ще дойдат големите бури.
Ще падат с грохот лавини.
Обръща се вече земята,
та всичко да стане различно.
Ще махнем тез вълнени гащи
и в шкафа ще ги приберем.
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A SWEET disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness :
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction :
An erring lace which here and there
Enthrals the crimson stomacher :
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribbons to flow confusedly :
A winning wave (deserving note)
In the tempestuous petticoat :
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility :
Do more bewitch me than when art
Is too precise in every part
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THE Rose was sick and smiling died;
And, being to be sanctified,
About the bed there sighing stood
The sweet and flowery sisterhood:
Some hung the head, while some did bring,
To wash her, water from the spring;
Some laid her forth, while others wept,
But all a solemn fast there kept:
The holy sisters, some among,
The sacred dirge and trental sung.
But ah! what sweet smelt everywhere,
As Heaven had spent all perfumes there.
At last, when prayers for the dead
And rites were all accomplishиd,
They, weeping, spread a lawny loom,
And closed her up as in a tomb.
Aledar~
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Тема
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To the Western Wind
[re: Aлeдap]
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Автор |
Aлeдap (демон) |
Публикувано | 26.02.02 13:36 |
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SWEET western wind, whose luck it is,
Made rival with the air,
To give Perenna's lip a kiss,
And fan her wanton hair:
Bring me but one, I'll promise thee,
Instead of common showers,
Thy wings shall be embalm'd by me,
And all beset with flowers.
Aledar~
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She stood on the bridge at midnight,
Her mouth was all aquiver,
She gave a cough,
Her leg fell off
And floated down the river.
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Моя път в живота до днес е много кратък и дори прост. Пътя на душата ми, дълъг е той - и ми се струва, че съм изживял няколко живота... Победите ми, победи сякаш над самата съдба, ме направиха горд, самонадеян, непримирим со всичко, което противоречи на моята мисъл и чувство... Но понеже всичко ми противоречи, аз видях очарованията на живота, моите илюзии, да гаснат постепенно и мойте убеждения и идеали да губят реална опора...
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Тема
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muah
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | trishbaby316 (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 14.03.02 20:11 |
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ma ni6tu ne vdevam be fakaz.ma ne mi i trqa mai to ne e za vdevane
Deteto na prirodata
EBI MU MAIKATAnalno!
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As the moon kindles the night
As the wind kindles the fire
As the rain fills every ocean
And the sun the earth
With your heart kindle my heart
Take my hand, take my hand
Kindle it with your heart
And my heart cannot be kindled without you
With your heart kindle my heart
I think, therefore I am
I dream, therefore I became
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Who would true valour see,
Let him come hither.
One, here, will constant be,
Come wind, come weather
I think, therefore I am
I dream, therefore I became
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Hobgoblin, nor foul fiend
Can daunt his spirit.
He knows he, at the end,
Shall life inherit.
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Едно пени за Стария приятел
Ние сме празните хора,
ние сме натъпканите хора,
облегнати заедно
глави пълни със слама, уви.
Нашият сух глас,
както шепнеме заедно,
е кротък, безсмислен
като вятър в сухи стебла,
като лапа на плъх в натрошени стъкла
в нашето сухо мазе.
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Тези, които минават принудени
с втренчени погледи в другото царство,
помнят ни не като погубени,
бесни души, ала само
като празните хора,
натъпкани хора.
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Очи, които аз не смея в сънища да срещна,
във сънищното царство на смъртта.
Там те не се явяват,
а се появява
на срутена колона слънчев лъч,
едно дърво, което се люлее,
и глас един се появява там
във вятър, който пее
и по-далечен, а и по тържествен
и от звезда повехнала едвам.
И да не бъда някъде наблизо
във сънищното царство на смъртта
и нека нося
такива най-нарочни маскировки,
палто от плъх и жезли, сложени на кръст
върху полето,
и да постъпвам както вятърът постъпва с
тази пръст,
но не по-близо -
не в тази финална среща
във царството на здрача.
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Това е мъртва пръст,
това е кактусова пръст,
тук каменните образи
са във релеф, тук получават
молитви от ръцете на мъртвец
на вехнеща звезда под светлината,
така е впрочем
в туй друго царство на смъртта,
в което се разхождам аз
в часа, когато всички ние на земята
от нежности напрегнати
и с устни за целувката протегнати
на счупения камък молим се за всички нас.
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[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | , (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 05.05.02 06:16 |
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Очите тук ги няма,
тук няма очи
в тази долина на вехнещите звезди,
в тази празна долина,
таз счупена челюст на нашето изгубено царство.
В туй последно място за срещи
един друг се държим
и избягваме говора,
събрани на брега на придошлата река.
Без зрение, освен
ако пак се явят очите
като вечна звезда
в здрачното царство на гибелта,
едната надежда
на празните хора.
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Тук обикаляме една бодлива круша
бодлива круша, о, бодлива круша,
тук обикаляме една бодлива круша
в пет часа сутринта.
Между понятието
и реалността,
между движението
и действието
Сянката пада,
защото твое е Царството
между представата
и осъществяването,
между вълнението
и между отговора
Сянката пада,
животът трае прекалено дълго
между желанието
и между спазмите,
между възможното
и съществуващото,
помежду същности,
помежду слизане
Сянката пада,
защото твое е Царството,
защото твое е,
живот е,
защото е твой.
По този начин светът завършва,
по този начин светът завършва,
по този начин светът завършва
не с гръм и трясък, ала със хленч.
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Владимир Свинтила
..............
Томас Елиът "Четири квартета",
Издателство ЗАХАРИЙ СТОЯНОВ
2002
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Едно пени за стария Гай!
Ние сме кухите хора
ние сме натъпканите хора
покланяме се заедно
шлемове пълни със слама. Уви!
И сухите ни гласове, когато
зашепнем заедно,
са тихи и безсмислени
като вятър в сухата трева
или като миши стъпки върху счупено стъкло
в нашия сух килер
очертание без форма, нюанс без цвят,
парализирана сила,жест без движение
Тези, които пресякоха с отворени очи
другото царство на смъртта
ни помнят - ако изобщо ни помнят -
не като загубени устремени души, а само
като кухите хора
натъпкани хора.
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Очите, които не смея да срещна в сънища
в сънищното царство на смъртта
те не се явяват:
там, очите са
слънчеи лъчи по счупена колона
там, едно дърво се люлее
и гласовете са
вътре в пеенето на вятъра
по-далечни и тържествени от падаща звезда.
Нека да не доближавам
сънищното място на смъртта
нека също да надяна
такива свободни дегизировки
палто на плъх, гарванова кожа, пресечени петолиния на нивата
и да се държа както вятърът се държи
да не доближавам -
не тази крайна среща
в помръкналото царство
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Тема
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Как искам да бъда добър
[re: Amonyak]
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Автор | luna (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 12.05.02 09:54 |
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Как искам да бъда добър - а съм лош...
(о, стъпки на ангели в тъмната нощ)
и събуден от рижия - фосфорен вопъл
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да вибрирам аз гол и спасен във едно
все по-малко и малко рибарско платно -
знак за сбогом (лазурен триъгълен креп)
от морето - което лети - и от теб...
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Тема
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Re: Как искам да бъда добър
[re: luna]
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Автор | Пpяkop* (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 12.05.02 10:39 |
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Две хубави очи. Душата на дете
в две хубави очи; - музика - лъчи.
Не искат и не обещават те. . .
Душата ми се моли,
дете,
душата ми се моли!
Страсти и неволи
ще хвърлят утре върху тях
булото на срам и грях.
Булото на срам и грях -
не ще го хвърлят върху тях
страсти и неволи.
Душата ми се моли,
дете,
душата ми се моли. . .
Не искат и не обещават те! -
Две хубави очи. Музика, лъчи
в две хубави очи. Душата на дете.
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Тема
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Re: douglas adams
[re: Ceвepин]
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Автор | deiba (Нерегистриран) |
Публикувано | 26.07.02 08:56 |
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