Отправлено: 09.11.07 20:23. Заголовок: Тексты песен

Усё поняли=))
Агата Кристи-Никогда.
Когда взойдет весна, и смерти вопреки
Сгорают от любви все призраки дворца.
Тысячелетний страх колени преклонит,
И мертвые уста словами жгут гранит:
Я не забуду о тебе никогда,
Никогда, никогда!
С тобою буду до конца,
До конца, до конца, до конца!
И мертвый адмирал сойдет со стен к свечам,
И пустотой зеркал наполнит свой бокал.
И в гробовой тиши провозгласит он тост
За упокой души, за вечную любовь!
Я не забуду о тебе никогда,
Никогда, никогда!
С тобою буду до конца,
До конца, до конца, до конца!

 Отправлено: 09.11.07 20:26. Заголовок: Panic! At the disco ..

Panic! At the disco
Nails For Breakfast, Tacks For Snacks

Watch your mouth
Your speech is slurred enough
That you might swallow your tongue
You'd want to give up the ghost
With just a little more poise than that

Or was it God who chokes
In these situations, running late?
No, no, he called in, he called in...

The hospice is
A relaxing weekend getaway
Where you're a cut above all the rest
Sick and sad patients
On first name basis with all the top physicians

Prescribed pills
To offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take
It a day at a time

That's when you stutter something profound
To the support on the line
And with the way you've been talking
Every word gets you a step closer to hell

No I just cant help it.
To say what everyone else is thinking.
Let me state the obvious again..

Prescribed pills
To offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take
It a day at a time

Prescribed pills
To offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take
It a day at a time

I am
Alone in this bed, house, and head
And she never fixes this
But at least she...
(Makes me forget)

I am
Alone, in this bedroom
She never fixes this
But at least she...
Makes me forget

Prescribed pills
To offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take
It a day at a time

Prescribed pills
To offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take
It a day at a time

Супер песня) Супер группа) че сказать)

 Отправлено: 09.11.07 20:30. Заголовок: Panic! At the disco ..

Panic! At the disco
Build God, Then We'll Talk...

It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont Street
Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing
Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering
The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde
And the habit of decomposing right before your very (lalalalala) eyes.

Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy

Tonight tenants range from: a lawyer and a virgin
Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie
She's getting a job at the firm come Monday
The Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney
M oonlighting aside, she really needs his money
Oh, wonderful caricature of intimacy

Yeah (Yeah)

And not to mention, the constable, and his proposition, for that "virgin"
Yes, the one the lawyer met with on "strictly business"
As he said to the Mrs.
Well, only hours before,
After he had left, she was fixing her face in a compact
There was a terrible crash (There was a terrible crash)
Between her and the badge
She spilled her purse and her bag, and held a "purse" of a different kind

Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy

There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses.
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things

Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things

Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy

Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things


Raindrops on roses and the girls in white dresses
And the sleeping with the roaches and the taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things

 Отправлено: 09.11.07 20:31. Заголовок: Чем мне нравицца эта..

Чем мне нравицца эта группа... тем что названия их песен не часто можно встретить в самой песне)

 Отправлено: 09.11.07 20:32. Заголовок: Panic! At the disco ..

Panic! At the disco
The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage

Sit tight, I'm gonna need you to keep time
Come on just snap, snap, snap your fingers for me
Good, good now we're making some progress
Come on just tap, tap, tap your toes to the beat
And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well
Don't you see, I'm the narrator and this is just the prologue?


Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives


Applause, applause, no wait wait
Dear studio audience, I've an announcement to make:
It seems the artists these days are not who you think
So we'll pick back up on that on another page


And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well
Don't you see, I'm the narrator and this is just the prologue??

Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives

Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives


Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen
Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen
Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen
Swear to shake it up, swear to shake it up

Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives


Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes...

 Отправлено: 09.11.07 20:33. Заголовок: о Богии))) :sm69: ..

о Богии)))

 Отправлено: 09.11.07 20:35. Заголовок: Panic! At the disco ..

Panic! At the disco
Camisado

The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events


This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal


The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relax
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relapse again


Can't take the kid from the fight
Take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
Take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back

You're a regular decorated emergency
You're a regular decorated emergency

This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

Can't take the kid from the fight
Take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
Take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back

Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight

You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again

You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again

Can't take the kid from the fight
Take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
Take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back

Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight

The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events

 Отправлено: 09.11.07 20:36. Заголовок: А еще они мне нравяц..

А еще они мне нравяцца тем, что за одну песню они выпевают стока слов, сколько у одной попсовой девицы займет весь альбом)))))

 Отправлено: 09.11.07 20:37. Заголовок: Panic! At the disco ..

Panic! At the disco
I Constantly Thank God For Esteban

Give us this day our daily dose of faux affliction
Forgive our sins
Forged at the pulpit with forked tongues selling faux sermons.
'Cause I am a new wave gospel sharp, and you'll be thy witness
So gentlemen, if you're gonna preach, for God sakes preach with conviction!
Strike up the band!
Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it
No. Don't you get it, don't you get it? Now don't you move.

Strike up the band!
Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it
No. Don't you get it, don't you get it? Now don't you move.

Just stay where I can see you.
Douse the lights!
We sure are in for a show tonight

In this little number we are graced by two displays of character,
We've got: the gunslinger extraordinaire walking contradictions
And I for one can see no blood from the hearts and the wrists you allegedly slit
And I for one won't stand for this if this scene were a parish you'd all be condemned.

Strike up the band!
Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it
No. Don't you get it, don't you get it? Now don't you move.

Strike up the band!
Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it
No. Don't you get it, don't you get it? Now don't you, don't you move.

Just stay where I can see you
Douse the lights!
We sure are in for a show tonight

Just stay where I can see you
Douse the lights!
We sure are in for a show tonight

Stay where I can see you
Douse the lights!

Strike up the band!
Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it
No. Don't you get it, don't you get it? Now don't you move.

Strike up the band!
Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it
No. Don't you get it, don't you get it? Now don't you move.
Don't you move
Don't you move
Strike up the band!

 Отправлено: 09.11.07 20:37. Заголовок: Земфира-ПММЛ Море Об..

Земфира-ПММЛ
Море
Обнимет, закопает в пески,
Закинут рыболовы лески,
Поймают в сети наши души,
Прости меня моя любовь.
Поздно,
О чем-то думать слишком поздно,
Тебе, я чую, нужен воздух,
Лежу в такой огромной луже,
Прости меня моя любовь.
Джинсы
Воды набрали и прилипли,
Мне кажется, мы крепко влипли,
Мне кажется, потухло солнце,
Прости меня моя любовь.
Тихо,
Не слышно ни часов, ни чаек,
Послушно сердце выключаем,
И ты в песке, как будто в бронзе,
Прости меня моя любовь.

 Отправлено: 09.11.07 20:38. Заголовок: Panic! At the disco ..

Panic! At the disco
I Write Sins Not Tragedies

Oh, well imagine, as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,
And I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words
"What a beautiful wedding! What a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to a waiter.
"And yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride is a whore."

I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of...

Well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved
Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne
Oh! Well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved
Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne, pour the champagne

I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

 Отправлено: 09.11.07 20:39. Заголовок: Дельфин-Серебро Мы с..

Дельфин-Серебро
Мы с тобою
Две капли разные
Одной воды
Слезы облака
Разобьемся
об землю стразами
Разлетимся
Вокруг да около
Бесконечное вниз стремление
Награжденное солнца взглядом
Принесет траве упоение
Нас с тобою положат рядом


Может быть упадем на лица
По щекам разотрут руками
Нас не станет с тобой, сестрица
Сохнет кожа воды следами.
Или может быть в стекла оконные
Серцдем осени постучимся,
Разбудить нам печали сонные
Тихим стоном души случиться

Припев:
И нас с тобою не отыскать
Все что мы есть-вода
Лишь остается ждать серебро дождя



Нам с тобою земли не коснутся
мы исчезнем в горящем пламени
Чтобы еще один раз завернутся
в темный шелк темно синего знамени
Чтобы еще раз поднятся
И чтобы опять пролится
Только бы не остаться вечности льдом искрится

 Отправлено: 09.11.07 23:34. Заголовок: Nickelback Too Bad ..

Nickelback
Too Bad

Fathers hands were lined with dirt
From long days in the field
And mothers hands are serving meals
In a cafe on Main Street
With mouths to feed
Just trying to keep clothing on our backs
And all I hear about is
How it's so bad, it's so bad

It's too bad, it's too bad
Too late, so wrong, so long
It's too bad that we had no time to rewind
Let's walk, let's talk
Let's talk

You left without saying goodbye
Although I'm sure you tried
You call and ask from time to time
To make sure we're alive
But you weren't there
Right when I'm needing you the most
And now I dream about it
How it's so bad, it's so bad

It's too bad, it's too bad
Too late, so wrong, so long
It's too bad that we had no time to rewind
Let's walk, let's talk
Let's talk

Father's hands are lined with guilt
For tearing us apart
Guess it turned out in the end
Just look at where we are
Made it out, still got clothing on our backs
And now I scream about it
How it's so bad, it's so bad

It's too bad, it's too bad
Too late, so wrong, so long
It's too bad that we had no time to rewind
Let's walk, let's talk
Let's talk

No time, last one, let's go

 Отправлено: 09.11.07 23:48. Заголовок: Nickelback Let It Di..

Nickelback
Let It Die
We had fire in our eyes
In the beginning I
Never felt so alive
In the beginning you
You blame me but
It's not fair when you say that I didn't try
I just don't want to hear it anymore

I swear I never meant to let it die
I just don't care about you anymore
It's not fair when you say that I didn't try
I just don't care about you anymore

We had time on our side
In the beginning we
We had nothing to hide
In the beginning you
You blame but
It's not fair when you say that I didn't try
I just don't want to hear it anymore

I swear I never meant to let it die
I just don't care about you anymore
It's not fair when you say that I didn't try
I just don't care about you anymore

You say that I didn't try
You say that I didn't try
You say that I didn't try

I swear I never meant to let it die
I just don't care about you anymore
It's not fair when you say that I didn't try
I just don't care about you anymore
I just don't care about you anymore
I just don't care about you anymore
I just don't care about you anymore
I just don't care about you anymore

 Отправлено: 13.11.07 01:43. Заголовок: Sum 41 Over My Head ..

Sum 41
Over My Head (Better off Dead)

What happened to you
You've played the victim for so long now in this game
What I thought was true
Is made of fiction and I'm following the same

But if I try to make sense of this mess I'm in
I'm not sure where I should begin
I'm fallin'
I'm fallin'

Now I'm in over my head
with something I said
Completely misread
I'm better off dead
And now I can see
How fake you can be
This hypocrisy is beginning to get to me

It's none of my concern
Don't look to me because I don't believe in fame
I guess you never heard
I've met our makers they don't even know your name

But if I had to say goodbye to leave this hell
I'd say my time has served me well
I'm fallin'
I'm fallin'

This came long before
Those who suffer more
I'm too awake for this to be a nightmare

What's with my disgrace
I lost the human race
No one plans for it to blow up in their face

Who said it was easy to put back all these pieces
Who said it was so easy to put back all of these pieces

Over my head
Better off dead

Over my head
Better off dead

ALRIGHT!

 Отправлено: 13.11.07 01:55. Заголовок: Tracktor Bowling Отп..

Tracktor Bowling
Отпусти

Мне сквозь тонкое стекло,
Подняться от земли,
Руками в небеса...
Вверх, туда где стаи птиц...
Издав прощальный крик,
В последний раз уходят навегда...

Чтоб позабыть шипы дождя
И горький привкус ноября...
Всего полгода до весны,
Но где же взять мне столько сил?
Забыть тебя
И ждать апрель...

Я опять останусь здесь,
Одной встречать рассвет
И снова ждать тепла.
Знать, что я усну одна
И что нас больше нет
Так трудно верить,
Верить до конца...

И позабыть шипы дождя
И горький привкус ноября...
Всего полгода до весны
Но гда же взять мне столько сил?
Забыть тебя
И ждать апрель...

Мне страшно остаться сейчас одной...
Мне страшно поверить что ты чужой...
И руку сжимаю до боли,
Теряю контроль над собой,
Просто отпусти!
И в доме так пусто,
Так душно,
Забыть все мне нужно
Прошу тебя...
Отпусти...

И дай забыть шипы дождя,
И горький привкус ноября...
Всего полгода до весны,
Но где же взять мне столько сил?
Забыть тебя
И ждать апрель...

ех... сама строчила между прочим) извиняйте, еси с ашипками

 Отправлено: 13.11.07 02:06. Заголовок: Stigmata Сентябрь О..

Stigmata
Сентябрь

Он просто тихо закроет глаза,
И растворится в заоблачной мгле.
Она ему не нужна,
Чтоб убедиться в себе.
Он только сможет ее попросить,
Она не сможет ему отказать.
Под сердцем верно хранить
Свинца немую печаль...
Только вперед, вместе со мною... раз и два и время летит, но я всегда с тобою...

Сентябрь горит...
Убийца плачет...
Но он не смог поступить иначе...
Прольется кровь...

Последний вырванный жизнью вдох,
Оставит долю презренья вам.
Он не дошел до нее,
По вашим мертвым сердцам...
Только вперед, вместе со мною... раз и два и время летит, но я всегда с тобою...

Сентябрь горит...
Убийца плачет...
Но он не смог поступить иначе...
Прольется кровь,
А листья расскажут,
Как он умрет...
Последний вырванный жизнью вдох... Оставит долю презренья вам! Он не дошел до нее по вашим мертвым сердцам! По вашим сердцам...

Сентябрь горит!
Убийца плачет!
Но он не смог поступить иначе!
Прольется кровь!
А листья расскажут
Как он умрет!
Как он умрет...

фуф... тоже сама писала) ы)

 Отправлено: 17.11.07 18:33. Заголовок: Animal ДжаZ-Думать д..

Animal ДжаZ-Думать дважды
музыка - Михалыч
текст - Михалыч


Роняю листы
И опускаю ладони
Словно желтеющий клен
Расту на песке
В котором утонет
Все, чем я мог бы быть спасен
И ответы на звонки
Тая
Смогут длинные гудки
Научить меня

Думать дважды
Раньше, чем сказать
Думать дважды
Чтобы не солгать
Думать дважды
Прежде, чем уйти
Думать дважды

Но одна
Моя вина

Закрыта глава
Ненаписанной книжки
Твоим
Поцелуем закрыта любовь
И бросив словами
Словно мальчишка
Точу свою бритву
И снова, и вновь

Ты можешь вернуться
Не сумеешь
Закружишься в ритме дня
Я мог бы признаться
Но не посмею
В том, что это сильнее меня

Думать дважды
Раньше, чем сказать
Думать дважды
Чтобы не солгать
Думать дважды
Прежде, чем уйти
Думать дважды

Но одна
Моя вина

Черный пепел на белых плитках
Мне уже не исправить мои ошибки
Я устал, но в моей природе
По утру вставать при любой погоде
А потом идти, не замечая прохожих
Может быть так и надо? Я чувствую кожей
Что наступит вечер, опять стемнеет
И опустятся руки, и рот онемеет
И не будет надежд, но останутся силы
Говорить, говорить, жить лишь тем, что было
Выпить все, что есть, не нарушив правил
И уйти в никуда, за собою оставив
Черный пепел на белых плитках