Честита Баба Марта
Честита баба Марта на всички. Много здраве и да сте бели и червени като Пижо и Пенда.
10x на spider за картинката.
Честита баба Марта на всички. Много здраве и да сте бели и червени като Пижо и Пенда.
10x на spider за картинката.
Academy Awards 2005
болднатите съм ги гледал.
Песента днес е за обикновените хора. Изпълнена типично в английски стил и напомняща за Трейнспотинг.
She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge, she studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College, that's where I, caught her eye. She told me that her Dad was loaded, I said "In that case I'll have a rum and coca-cola." She said "Fine." and in thirty seconds time she said, "I want to live like common people, I want to do whatever common people do, I want to sleep with common people, I want to sleep with common people, like you." Well what else could I do - I said "I'll see what I can do." I took her to a supermarket, I don't know why but I had to start it somewhere, so it started there. I said pretend you've got no money, she just laughed and said, "Oh you're so funny." I said "yeah? Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here. Are you sure you want to live like common people, you want to see whatever common people see, you want to sleep with common people, you want to sleep with common people, like me." But she didn't understand, she just smiled and held my hand. Rent a flat above a shop, cut your hair and get a job. Smoke some fags and play some pool, pretend you never went to school. But still you'll never get it right, cos when you're laid in bed at night, watching roaches climb the wall, if you call your Dad he could stop it all. You'll never live like common people, you'll never do what common people do, you'll never fail like common people, you'll never watch your life slide out of view, and dance and drink and screw, because there's nothing else to do. Sing along with the common people, sing along and it might just get you through, laugh along with the common people, laugh along even though they're laughing at you, and the stupid things that you do. Because you think that poor is cool. I want to live with common people, I want to live with common people etc...
Песента на деня днес е неделно меланхолична, като сивите облаци в небето.
Любэ Позови меня тихо по имени
Позови меня тихо по имени Ключевой водой напои меня Отзовется ли сердце безбрежное Несказанное, глупое,нежное Снова сумерки входят бессонные Снова застят мне стекла оконные Там кивают сирень и смородина Позови меня, тихая Родина Позови меня, на закате дня Позови меня, грусть печаль моя, позови меня Позови меня, на закате дня Позови меня, грусть печаль моя, позови меня Знаю,сбудется наше свидание Затянулось с тобой расставание Синий месяц за городом прячется Не тоскуется мне и не плачется Колокольчика ль дальнее эхо ли Только мимо с тобой мы проехали Напылили кругом,накопытили Даже толком дороги не видели Позови меня, на закате дня Позови меня, грусть печаль моя, позови меня Позови меня, на закате дня Позови меня, грусть печаль моя, позови меня Позови меня тихо по имени Ключевой водой напои меня Знаю,сбудется наше свидание Я вернусь, я сдержу обещание...
10x на Владко че ме насочи към тази песен
Притеснен човечец влиза при шефа си:
А за песен реших че не може така да мине без песен на съботния ден,и като Евгений го няма аз ще защитя отново честа на пичовете!!! след дълго многоумене между “Събота Късен Следобед” и “Под Мостовете съм Сложил Тротил” все пак песента на деня е:
“Burning in the Midnight Lamp” Jimmy Hendix
The morning is dead And the day is, too There's nothing left here to meet me But the velvet moon All my loneliness I have felt today It's like a little more than enough To make a man throw himself away And I continue To burn the midnight lamp Alone Now the smiling portrait of you Is still hangin' on my frowning wall It really doesn't, really doesn't bother me too much at all It's just the ever falling dust That makes it so hard for me to see That forgotten earring layin' on the floor Facing coldly towards the door I continue To burn the midnight lamp Lord, alone Loneliness is such a drag So here I sit to face That same old fire place Gettin' ready for the same old explosion Goin' through my mind And soon enough time will tell, About the circus in the wishing well And someone who will buy and sell for me Someone to toll my bell But I continue To burn the midnight lamp Lord, alone Darlin' can't ya hear me callin' you? So lonely Gonna have to blow my mind Lonely
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