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Music Box!!!
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Highway Star (цвят лилав) |
Публикувано | 09.10.02 10:53 |
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Абе симпатяги ние няма ли да се направим една музикална кутия,като други клубове,където всеки да си поства текста на любима песен.Виждам,че напоследък има живец в тоя клуб,та да си направим една тетрадка за спомен.
Само една молба,да не почне всеки да пуска цели чаршафи с текстове или цялото му любимо творчество на Стоунс например,нека да ограничим постовете на всеки един от нас на един седмично,също така да има лимит - най-много по три песни на любима група......и т.н.Очаквам и други мнения.
И така да положим началото.Като стар и закостенял консерватор ето и моето първо предложение:
Highway Star - Deep Purple
(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice)
Nobody gonna take my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break the speed of sound
Oooh it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power big fat tyres
and everything
I love it and I need it
I bleed it yeah it's a wild hurricane
Alright hold tight
I'm a highway star
Nobody gonna take my girl
I'm gonna keep her to the end
Nobody gonna have my girl
She stays close on every bend
Oooh she's a killing machine
She's got everything
Like a moving mouth body control
and everything
I love her I need her
I seed her
Yeah She turns me on
Alright hold on tight
I'm a highway star
Nobody gonna take my head
I got speed inside my brain
Nobody gonna steal my head
Now that I'm on the road again
Oooh I'm in heaven again I've got everything
Like a moving ground an open road
and everything
I love it and I need it
I seed it
Eight cylinders all mine
Alright hold on tight
I'm a highway star
Nobody gonna take my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break the speed of sound
Oooh it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power big
fat tyres and everything
I love it and I need it
I bleed it
Yeah it's a wild hurricane
Alright hold on tight
I'm a highway star
I'm a highway star
I'm a highway star
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плагиат, плагиат :))))))))
аз пък няма да пиша тук
You see me smile and learn
I find a better way
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и най-вече щом е на любими песни, а не на любим текст, става. :)) Ама аз викам да е БЕЗ ОГРАНИЧЕНИЯ. Да си поства всеки, каквото иска. Тука хората не са в детската градина, така че никой няма да почне да "злоупотребява". Пък, ако почне, ще го бия.
Пък и си постнал една от любимите ми песни на Пърпъл, кво да те правя
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кой ще ни поства иначе текстове на Мерилиън
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къф Мерилиън, той тука от сутринта не ни дава мира с Пърпъл :-)
Не ме яж! Ще затъпееш
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Here Come The Tears
(Halford/Tipton, Sin After Sin'1977)
Once I dreamed that love would come and sweep me up away
Now it seems life's passed me by, I'm still alone today
Here come the tears
Looks like it'll always be the same
No one here to comfort me
Here come the tears
All alone, no one cares.
So much to give to you all out there.
Take me now, in your arms.
Let me rest, safe from harm.
Ohhh I want to be loved
I need to be loved
Won't somebody love me
Here they come, here come the tears
Here they come, here come the tears...
Не ме яж! Ще затъпееш
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за другите, друг път.
My House
(Lou Reed)
The image of the poet's in the breeze
Canadian geese are flying above the trees
A mist is hanging gently on the lake
My house is very beautiful at night
My friend and teacher occupies a spare room
He's dead - at peace at last the Wandering Jew
Other friends has put stones on his grave
He was the first great man that I had ever met
Sylvia and I got out our Ouija Board
To dial a spirit - across the room it soared
We were happy and amazes at what we saw
Blazing stood the proud and regal name Delmore
Delmore, I missed all your funny ways
I missed your jokes and the brilliant things you said
My Dedalus to your Bloom
Was such a perfect wit
And to find you in my house
Makes things perfect
I really got a lucky life
My writhing, my motorcycle and my wife
And to top it all off a spirit of pure poetry
Is living in this stone and wood house with me
The image of the poet's in the breeze
Canadian geese are flying above the trees
A mist is hanging gently on the lake
Our house is very beautiful at night
Our house is very beautiful at night X3
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Re: ще пишеш, де ша одиш
[re: Nickname]
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Автор |
karasko (невидимо дете) |
Публикувано | 09.10.02 12:52 |
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скрий се ве
Аз толкова пъти съм го подхващал това начинание, че вече ми писна Пък и ти още не си дорасъл да слушаш Мерилиън
You see me smile and learn
I find a better way
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aligator
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You see me smile and learn
I find a better way
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