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Òåìà: Êàêèå òåêñòû çàïàäíûõ ãðóïï âàñ òîðêàþò? Î÷åíü ïðîøó ïðèìåðû
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íàøà æèçíü - ýòî ñìåðòü 
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âîò íàïðèìåð ÿ ñåé÷àñ ñëóøàþ My friends are so depressed I feel the question Of your loneliness Confide... `cause Ill be on your side You know I will, you know I will X girlfriend called me up Alone and desperate On the prison phone They want... to give her 7 years For being sad Chorus : I love all of you Hurt by the cold So hard and lonely too When you dont know yourself My friends are so distressed And standing on The brink of emptiness No words... I know of to express This emptiness Chorus : Imagine me taught by tragedy Release is peace I heard a little girl And what she said Was something beautiful To give... your love No matter what |
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Òåìà: Re: Êàêèå òåêñòû çàïàäíûõ ãðóïï âàñ òîðêàþò? Î÷åíü ïðîøó ïðèìåðû
Âðåìÿ: 12.11.2009 22:11 |
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íàøà æèçíü - ýòî ñìåðòü
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Mama she has taught me well Told me when I was young "Son your life's an open book Don't close it 'fore its done" "The brightest flame burns quickest" That's what I heard her say A son's heart sowed to mother But I must find my way Let my heart go Let your son grow Mama let my heart go Let this heart be still Yeah still Rebel mind your last name Wild blood in my veins They bring strings around my neck The mark that still remains Left home at an early age Of what I heard was wrong I never asked forgiveness But what is said is done Let my heart go Let your son grow Mama, let my heart go Let this heart be still Never I ask of you But never I gave But you gave me your emptiness that I'll take to my grave Never I ask of you But never I gave But you gave me your emptiness that I'll take to my grave So let this heart be still Mama, now I'm coming home I'm not all you wished of me A mother's love for her son Spoken, help me be I took your love for granted Not a thing you said to me I needed your arms to welcome me But, a cold stone's all I see Let my heart go Let your son grow Mama, let my heart go Let this heart be still Let my heart go Mama, let my heart go You never let my heart go So let this heart be still Never I ask of you But never I gave But you gave me your emptiness that I'll take to my grave Never I ask of you But never I gave But you gave me your emptiness that I'll take to my grave Let this heart be still ó Ìåòëû âîîáùå òåêñòà äóøåâíûå, íî ÿ ïðèâåë ñàìûé íåòèïè÷íûé ïðèìåð |
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Òåìà: Re: Êàêèå òåêñòû çàïàäíûõ ãðóïï âàñ òîðêàþò? Î÷åíü ïðîøó ïðèìåðû
Âðåìÿ: 12.11.2009 22:12 |
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íàøà æèçíü - ýòî ñìåðòü
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ìîæåò ñàì òåêñò íå òî ÷òîáû óõ, íî â ñî÷åòàíèè ñî âñåì îñòàëüíûì äàåò î÷åíü äóøåâíûé ïîðûâ Angie, Angie When will those clouds all disappear? Angie, Angie Where will it lead us from here? With no loving in our souls And no money in our coats You can't say we're satisfied But Angie, Angie You can't say we never tried Angie, You're beautiful But ain't it time we said goodbye Angie, I still love you Remember all those nights we cried? All the dreams we held so close Seemed to all go up in smoke Let me whisper in your ear Angie, Angie Where will it lead us from here? Angie, don't you weep All your kisses still taste sweet I hate that sadness in your eyes But Angie, Angie Ain't it time we said goodbye? With no loving in our souls And no money in our coats You can't say we're satisfied But Angie, I still love you, baby Everywhere I look I see your eyes There ain't a woman that comes close to you Come on baby dry your eyes But Angie, Ain't it... Ain't it good to be alive? Angie, Angie You can't say we never tried Rolling stones... |
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Òåìà: Re: Êàêèå òåêñòû çàïàäíûõ ãðóïï âàñ òîðêàþò? Î÷åíü ïðîøó ïðèìåðû
Âðåìÿ: 12.11.2009 22:16 |
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íàøà æèçíü - ýòî ñìåðòü
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âîò ó ýòîé àâòîðà ÿ íå çíàþ, ñëûøàë òîëüêî â èñïîëíåíèè Äìèòðèÿ Ñåëèâàíîâà íà îäíîì èç Êîììóíèçìîâ Hm Who are You? Who am I? G D Is it real to tide to sky? Em Hm Nothing's real for the sky F# Sing the birds of paradise I'm afraid, can't You see Tell me where do You carry me? You will soon realize Sing the birds of paradise G Flying home, flying home D To the land that your hearth have gone Em To the peace that once was true F# Hm For the little girl like You Flying home, flying home From the world that is made of stone To your heart is light and free Like it once was meant to be How can I go ahead When my eyes becoming wet Save your tears, dry your eyes Sing the birds of paradise At the time's passing by Say how long'd we have to fly Moon will set, sun will raise Sing the birds of paradise Flying home, flying home To the land that your hearth have To the peace that once was For the little girl like You Flying home, flying home From the world that is made of stone To your heart is light and free Like it once was meant to be Don't You found here the light No, I know that start was right Moon and sun can make You raise Sing the birds of paradise The birds of paradise The birds of paradise |
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Òåìà: Re: Êàêèå òåêñòû çàïàäíûõ ãðóïï âàñ òîðêàþò? Î÷åíü ïðîøó ïðèìåðû
Âðåìÿ: 12.11.2009 22:19 |
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çàáàíåí ê ÷åðòÿì ñâèíÿ÷èì ïî âñåìó ôîðóìó
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òåàòð îäíîãî àêò¸ðà 
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áåçíàêàçàííî ãîâîðèòü "÷òîá ÿ ñäîõ" ìîæíî òîëüêî 18 000 ðàç (ñ)
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Òåìà: Re: Êàêèå òåêñòû çàïàäíûõ ãðóïï âàñ òîðêàþò? Î÷åíü ïðîøó ïðèìåðû
Âðåìÿ: 12.11.2009 22:26 |
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Ìóçûêà Çâóê 
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There's blood in the streets it's up to my ankles, blood in the streets it's up to my knee; Blood in the streets, the town of Chicago. Blood on the rise, it's following me. Just about the break of day. She came, then she drove away, sunlight in her hair. Blood on the streets runs a river of sadness. Blood in the streets, it's up to my thigh. The river runs down the legs of the city; The women are crying red rivers of weeping. She came in town and then she went away, sunlight in her hair. Indians scattered on dawn's highway. Bleeding ghosts crowd the young childs fragile eggshell mind. Blood in the streets of the town of New Haven; Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice. Blood in my love in the terrible summer; Bloody red sun of fantastic L.A. Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers. Blood will be born in the birth of a nation; Blood is the rose of mysterious union. There's blood in the streets it's up to my ankles, blood in the streets it's up to my knee; Blood in the streets, the town of Chicago. Blood on the rise, it's following me. |
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Òåìà: Re: Êàêèå òåêñòû çàïàäíûõ ãðóïï âàñ òîðêàþò? Î÷åíü ïðîøó ïðèìåðû
Âðåìÿ: 12.11.2009 22:30 |
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Ìóçûêà Çâóê
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Hey you, out there in the cold Getting lonely, getting old Can you feel me? Hey you, standing in the aisles With itchy feet and fading smiles Can you feel me? Hey you, dont help them to bury the light Don't give in without a fight. Hey you, out there on your own Sitting naked by the phone Would you touch me? Hey you, with you ear against the wall Waiting for someone to call out Would you touch me? Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone? Open your heart, I'm coming home. But it was only fantasy. The wall was too high, As you can see. No matter how he tried, He could not break free. And the worms ate into his brain. Hey you, standing in the road always doing what you're told, Can you help me? Hey you, out there beyond the wall, Breaking bottles in the hall, can you help me? Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all Together we stand, divided we fall. |
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Òåìà: Re: Êàêèå òåêñòû çàïàäíûõ ãðóïï âàñ òîðêàþò? Î÷åíü ïðîøó ïðèìåðû
Âðåìÿ: 12.11.2009 22:30 |
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íàøà æèçíü - ýòî ñìåðòü
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òîêà àâòîðà íå çàáûâàåì óêàçàòü | |
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Òåìà: Re: Êàêèå òåêñòû çàïàäíûõ ãðóïï âàñ òîðêàþò? Î÷åíü ïðîøó ïðèìåðû
Âðåìÿ: 12.11.2009 22:42 |
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>çàïàäíûõ ãðóïï Summertime, And the livin' is easy Fish are jumpin' And the cotton is high Your daddy's rich And your mamma's good lookin' So hush little baby Don't you cry One of these mornings You're going to rise up singing Then you'll spread your wings And you'll take to the sky But till that morning There's a'nothing can harm you With daddy and mamma standing by |
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Òåìà: Re: Êàêèå òåêñòû çàïàäíûõ ãðóïï âàñ òîðêàþò? Î÷åíü ïðîøó ïðèìåðû
Âðåìÿ: 12.11.2009 22:46 |
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SPb programmin’, effectin’, beatmakin’, brainf#ckin’ 
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Stairway to Heaven ìíîãîå èç Massive Attack ìíîãîå èç Áîáà Äèëàíà äà äî ôèãà âñåãî åùå, çàåáóñü ïåðå÷èñëÿòü |
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We're leaving Babylon, we're going to our Father's land.
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Òåìà: Re: Êàêèå òåêñòû çàïàäíûõ ãðóïï âàñ òîðêàþò? Î÷åíü ïðîøó ïðèìåðû
Âðåìÿ: 12.11.2009 22:49 |
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Àé ýì çý âàí!! Ëýò ìè áè éî ñàí!! Ñýéòàí!!!  
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Òåìà: Re: Êàêèå òåêñòû çàïàäíûõ ãðóïï âàñ òîðêàþò? Î÷åíü ïðîøó ïðèìåðû
Âðåìÿ: 13.11.2009 00:09 |
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SPb programmin’, effectin’, beatmakin’, brainf#ckin’
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In the world of electric speed Computer love will fill your need. Are you looking for a love And are you trying really hard? Well, there's someone made just for you Of a computer code. Will she be short or tall, Will she have green eyes? Will they be blue? For a lonely man, any woman will do. Computer love Is a cold, cold lover. Is she for real The girl of your dreams? How do you feel When you kiss your new machine? Computer love Is a cold, cold lover. Are you searching so alone? Find yourself back into the door. Though you never met her The computer knows the score. Will that be funny games? Will your know her name? Have a hope so true In promise to love a stranger like you. Computer love Is a cold, cold lover. Is she for real The girl of your dreams? How do you feel When you kiss your new machine? Computer love Is a cold, cold lover. Cold, cold, cold love. ×òî óäèâèòåëüíî, 78-é ãîä. |
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Òåìà: Re: Êàêèå òåêñòû çàïàäíûõ ãðóïï âàñ òîðêàþò? Î÷åíü ïðîøó ïðèìåðû
Âðåìÿ: 13.11.2009 07:16 |
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Áàðíàóë Fender Am Deluxe Strat 
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ÿ äóìàë ïîéäóò ïîñòû ñ ÷åìòî òèïà "êàì êðîóëèíü ôàñòåð!!!! îáåé ¸ ìàñòåð! Ìàñòåð!!! " ïî ñàáæó ñåé÷àñ ñëóøàþ ýòî Teenage angst has paid off well Now I'm bored and old Self-Appointed judges judge More than they have sold If she floats than she is not A witch like we had thought A down payment on another One at salem's lot Serve the servants - Oh no That legendary divorce is such a bore As my bones grew they did hurt They hurt really bad I tried hard to have a father But instead I had a dad I just want you to know that I Don't hate you anymore there is nothing I could say that I haven't thought before Serve the servants - oh no That legendary divorce is such a bore |
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Guitar players are always doing shit with feedback. They love it, everyone else hates it. (c) Ray Manzarek
The Les Paul is a beautiful guitar but it’s heavy as shit! (c) Joan Jett |
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Òåìà: Re: Êàêèå òåêñòû çàïàäíûõ ãðóïï âàñ òîðêàþò? Î÷åíü ïðîøó ïðèìåðû
Âðåìÿ: 13.11.2009 10:24 |
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îáó÷àþ èãðå íà ïèëå èíñòðóìåíòàëèñò-â... 
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I was a good kid I wouldn`t do you no harm I was a nice kid with a nice paper-round Forgive me any pain I may have brung to you with God`s help I know I`ll always be near to you but Jesus hurt me when he deserted me / but I have forgiven Jesus for all the desire He placed in me when there`s nothing I can do about desire I was a good kid through hail and snow I`d go just to moon you I carried my heart in my hand do you understand? do you understand? Jesus hurted when he deserted me, but I have forgiven Jesus for all of the love He placed in me When there`s no-one I can turn to with this love Monday - humiliation Tuesday - suffocation Wednesday - condescension Thursday - is just pathetic by Friday - life has killed me by Friday - life has killed me Why did you give me so much desire? when there is nowhere I can go to offload this desire Why did you give me so much love in a loveless world when there is no one I can turn to to unlock all this love Why did you stick me in self-deprecating bones and skin Jesus - do you hate me? Why did you stick me in self-deprecating bones and skin do you hate me? do you hate me? do you hate me? do you hate me? È åù¸ ìíîãèå ïåñíè òîãî æå àâòîðà |
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Òåìà: Re: Êàêèå òåêñòû çàïàäíûõ ãðóïï âàñ òîðêàþò? Î÷åíü ïðîøó ïðèìåðû
Âðåìÿ: 13.11.2009 13:13 |
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Óø¸ë Ñ ÌÔ 
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Àôôòàð, íó êîíå÷íî æå òåêñòû Ìîíî-âàðà òàì íå òàê ìíîãî ðàçíûõ ñëîâ, ìíîãî âîïëåé è äæû-äæû, ÷î åù¸ íàäî-òî?
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Stand and fight, live by your heart, always one more try!(c) Manowar.
I want it all and i want it now!(c) Queen. Òîëüêî âïåð¸ä!(ñ)  |
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Òåìà: Re: Êàêèå òåêñòû çàïàäíûõ ãðóïï âàñ òîðêàþò? Î÷åíü ïðîøó ïðèìåðû
Âðåìÿ: 13.11.2009 13:22 |
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Ìóçûêà Çâóê
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ÄoPeÌèÄîÐåÄî, ÿ åùå íå âèäåë, ÷òî ýòî áûë òâîé ïîñò, íî ÿ óæå ýòî çíàë 
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Òåìà: Re: Êàêèå òåêñòû çàïàäíûõ ãðóïï âàñ òîðêàþò? Î÷åíü ïðîøó ïðèìåðû
Âðåìÿ: 13.11.2009 13:25 |
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Óáèòü Çàêðåâñêîãî 
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íå òîðêàþò 
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Òåìà: Re: Êàêèå òåêñòû çàïàäíûõ ãðóïï âàñ òîðêàþò? Î÷åíü ïðîøó ïðèìåðû
Âðåìÿ: 13.11.2009 14:13 |
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Óñèïóñè ÍÓ!!! ÀÊÀÃ!!!
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>íå òîðêàþò +1 |
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"...÷¸ðíàÿ èêðà è ã0âíî ìàæóòñÿ íà õëåá îäèíàêîâî."(ñ) ïðîôåññîð Âèøíåâñêèé
"ß ëþáëþ ïèòü è áûòü ïîñòîÿííî ïüÿíûì..." (ñ) Î.Îñáîðí. "ß íå öåëêîâûé, ÷òîáû âñåì íðàâèòüñÿ" (ñ) Â. Ìàÿêîâñêèé "Òàêèì ëþäÿì ìåñòî - ïîä çåìë¸é!" (ñ) Ð. Êàäûðîâ |
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Òåìà: Re: Êàêèå òåêñòû çàïàäíûõ ãðóïï âàñ òîðêàþò? Î÷åíü ïðîøó ïðèìåðû
Âðåìÿ: 15.11.2009 03:17 |
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Ìóçûêà Çâóê
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Say it's the same sun spinning in the same sky Say it's the same stars streaming in the same night Tell me it's the same world whirling through the same space Tell me it's the same time tripping through the same day So say it's the same house and nothing in the house has changed Yeah say it's the same room and nothing in the room is strange Oh tell me it's the same boy burning in the same bed Tell me it's the same blood breaking in the same head Say it's the same taste taking down the same kiss Say it's the same you Say it's the same you and it's always been like this Say it's the same you Say it's the same you and it always and forever is Say it's the same you Say it's the same you and it's always been like this Say it's the same you Say it's the same you and it always and forever is Say it's the same you Say it's the same you Yeah tell me it's all the same This is how it's always been But if nothing has changed... Then it must mean... But the sun is cold - the sky is wrong The stars are black - the night is gone The world is still - the space is stopped The time is out - the day is dropped The house is dark - the room is scarred The boy is stiff - the bed is hard The blood is thick - the head is burst The taste is dry - the kiss is thirst And it's not the same you It's not the same you No it never was like this It's not the same you It's not the same you and it never really is It's not the same you It's not the same you No it never was like this It's not the same you It's not the same you and it never really is It's not the same you It's not the same you Oh it's not the same This isn't how it's always been Everything has to have changed... Or it's me...   The Cure
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 ýòîì íåò ñìûñëà, íî åñòü ëîãèêà (ñ)
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Òåìà: Re: Êàêèå òåêñòû çàïàäíûõ ãðóïï âàñ òîðêàþò? Î÷åíü ïðîøó ïðèìåðû
Âðåìÿ: 15.11.2009 10:14 |
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Âíóòðåííèé Ãîðîä Ãèòàðà 
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The Sadness Will Never End Our legs begin to break We've walked this path for far too long My lungs, they start to ache But still we carry on I'm choking on my words Like I got a noose around my neck I can't believe it's come to this And dear, I fear That this ship is sinking tonight I won't give up on you These scars won't tear us apart So don't give up on me It's not too late for us And I'll save you from yourself And I'll save you from yourself Our legs begin to break We've walked this path for far too long My lungs begin to ache LyricsBut still we carry on I'm choking on my words Like I got a noose around my neck I'm not coming home tonight I'm not coming home tonight 'Cause dear I fear, dear I fear I'm not coming home tonight I'm not coming home tonight 'Cause dear I fear This ship is sinking Is there hope for us? Can we make it out alive? I can taste the failure on your lips Is there hope for us? Can we make it out alive? I can taste the failure Close your eyes There's nothing we can do But sleep in this bed that we made for ourselves You're trapped in your past Like it's six feet under I won't give up on you These scars won't tear us apart So don't give up on me It's not too late for us I'll save you from yourself I'll save you from yourself I'll save you from yourself I'll save you from yourself Try to numb the pain With alcohol and pills But it won't repair your trust You can't stand on two ####ing feet With a substance as a crutch I won't give up I won't give up on you We'll play this symphony I won't give up I won't give up on you We'll play this symphony of sympathy I won't give up I won't give up on you We'll play this symphony of sympathy I won't give up I won't give up on you We'll play this symphony of sympathy (Bring Me The Horizon) |
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Gibson LP Std `92 ~> Korg Pitchblack ~> Morley Mark Mini Wah Volume ~> Alex Custom FX Scream & Growl
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Òåìà: Re: Êàêèå òåêñòû çàïàäíûõ ãðóïï âàñ òîðêàþò? Î÷åíü ïðîøó ïðèìåðû
Âðåìÿ: 15.11.2009 10:16 |
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Âíóòðåííèé Ãîðîä Ãèòàðà
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Suicide Season We stare at broken clocks, The hands dont turn anymore. The days turn into nights, Empty hearts and empty places. The day you lost him, I slowly lost you too. For when he died, he took a part of you. No time for farewells, No chances for goodbyes. No explanations, no ####ing reasons why. I watched it eat you up, Pieces fallen on the floor. We stare at broken clocks, The hands dont turn anymore. If only sorrow could build a staircase, Or tears could show the way. I would climb my way to heaven, And bring him back home again. Dont give up hope my friend, We stare at broken clocks, The hands dont turn anymore. The days turn into nights, Empty hearts and empty places. The day you lost him, I slowly lost you too. For when he died, he took a part of you. This is not the end. LyricsDeath is only a chapter, So lets rip out the pages of yesterday. Death is only a horizon. And Im ready for my sun to set. This is Suicide Season. If only sorrow could build a staircase, Or tears could show the way, We would climb our way to heaven, And bring him back home. If only sorrow could build a staircase, Or tears could show the way, We would climb our way to heaven, And bring him back home. This is Suicide Season. This is Suicide Season. If only sorrow could build a staircase, Or tears could show the way, We would climb our way to heaven, And bring him back home. We would do anything to bring him back to you. We would do anything to end what your going through. If only sorrow could build a staircase, Or tears could show the way We would climb my way to heaven, And bring him back home again. I would do anything to bring him back to you. Because if you got him back, I would get back the friend that i once knew. (Bring Me The Horizon) |
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Âðåìÿ: 16.11.2009 02:53 |
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ÑÏá Ñè Ìè Ëÿ Ðå Ñîëü 
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>òåàòð îäíîãî àêò¸ðà 
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Êîãäà ÿ âûðîñòó, ÿ ñòàíó ðîê çâåçäîé è, áóäó äîëáèòü ãåðîèíà ñòîëüêî, ñêîëüêî çàõî÷ó. Æàëü ÷òî íå âñå ìå÷òû ñáûâàþòñÿ.
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Òåìà: Re: Êàêèå òåêñòû çàïàäíûõ ãðóïï âàñ òîðêàþò? Î÷åíü ïðîøó ïðèìåðû
Âðåìÿ: 16.11.2009 03:19 |
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Ìóçûêà Çâóê
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>>òåàòð îäíîãî àêò¸ðà 
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 ýòîì íåò ñìûñëà, íî åñòü ëîãèêà (ñ)
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Òåìà: Re: Êàêèå òåêñòû çàïàäíûõ ãðóïï âàñ òîðêàþò? Î÷åíü ïðîøó ïðèìåðû
Âðåìÿ: 16.11.2009 09:45 |
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Moskwah-wah-wah Äâà 
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Bring Me The Horizon
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Òåìà: Re: Êàêèå òåêñòû çàïàäíûõ ãðóïï âàñ òîðêàþò? Î÷åíü ïðîøó ïðèìåðû
Âðåìÿ: 16.11.2009 10:07 |
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Óáèòü Çàêðåâñêîãî
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Horse in Hell 
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