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Òåìà: To Sid Barret (1946-2006)
Âðåìÿ: 12.07.2006 19:57 |
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Ìîñêâà Áàñ ãèòàðà 
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Sid is dead, his dream is dead Still i can hear the words he said "I'm not here" I can hear Sid is gone, his dream is gone He died in Cambridge old and alone He was out of his mind He was bald So rest in peace little drug rebel I hope you didn't end up in hell The game was fun Though a short one |
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Òåìà: Re: To Sid Barret (1946-2006)
Âðåìÿ: 12.07.2006 22:22 |
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Ìîñêâà Áàñ ãèòàðà
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watching yourself in the distnt eyes trying to fit into smaller size sinking down to the bottom of sea is there anything i didn't see searching your way in the meadows playing with your childhood heroes what is the price of a life if people are piled in a stack and you with a smile and a knife in your back You worked in your garden all day long But people and cars still went along So hours were ticking you counted your years When you got tired of counting my tears Playing with kids in the playground When there were no kids right around What is the price of the music played A hole in the ground and blanlet of stone A life in a prison all night and day all alone |
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Òåìà: Re: To Sid Barret (1946-2006)
Âðåìÿ: 12.07.2006 22:43 |
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"Èñêîðêà åãî æèçíè ïîãðÿçëà â äåðüìå. Åãî äóøà óëåòåëà, à âîíü îò íå¸ îñòàëàñü..." ýòè ñëîâà îòíþäü íå ïðî Ñèäà. Âñïîìíèì åãî äîáðûìè è çàñëóæåííûìè... | |
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