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Pictures of you, The Last Goodnight.





This is the clock upon the wall
This is the story of us all
This is the first sound of a newborn child,
Before he starts to crawl
This is the war that's never won
This is a soldier and his gun
This is the mother waiting by the phone,
Praying for her son

[Chorus]
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Hung upon your wall for the world to see
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Remind us all of what we used to be

There is a drug that cures it all
Blocked by the governmental wall
We are the scientists inside the lab,
Just waiting for the call
This earthquake weather has got me shaking inside
I'm high up and dry

Pictures of you,pictures of me
Hung upon your wall for the world to see
Pictures of you,pictures of me
Reminds us all of what we used to be

[Chorus]

Confess to me, every secret moment
Every stolen promise you believed
Confess to me, all that lies between us
All that lies between you and me

We are the boxers in the ring
We are the bells that never sing
There is a title we can't win no matter
How hard we might swing

Pictures of you, pictures of me
Hung upon your wall for the world to see
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Remind us all of what we could have been

Pictures of you, pictures of me
Hung upon your wall for the world to see
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Remind us all of what we could have been

Could have been (x2)

We could have been (x2)

Pictures of you, pictures of me
Remind us all of what we could have been

Could have been (x2)

Это сообщение отредактировал Laura McGrough - 01-11-2009 - 19:37

A Good Man Is Hard To Find, Tom Waits.





I lit a wooden match; I let it all burn down
I've broken every rule; I've wrecked it all down
There are no words in the wind, the trees are all bare
Life's mean as a needle; but why should I care?
A good man is hard to find
Only strangers sleep in my bed
My favorite words are good-bye
And my favorite color is red
I always play Russian Roulette in my head
It's seventeen black and twenty-nine red
How far from the gutter; how far from the pew
I'll always remember to forget about you
A good man is hard to find
Only strangers sleep in my bed
My favorite words are good-bye
And my favorite color is red
A long dead soldier looks out from the frame
No one remembers his war; no one remembers his name
Go out to the meadow; scare off all the crows
It does nothing but rain here, and nothing will grow
A good man is hard to find
Only strangers sleep in my bed
My favorite words are good-bye
And my favorite color is red

"Bring Me To Life"
(feat. Paul McCoy)

how can you see into my eyes like open doors
leading you down into my core
where I’ve become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home

(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I’ve become

now that I know what I’m without
you can't just leave me
breathe into me and make me real
bring me to life

(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I’ve become

Bring me to life
(I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside)
Bring me to life

frozen inside without your touch without your love darling only you are the life among the dead

all this time I can't believe I couldn't see
kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems
got to open my eyes to everything
without a thought without a voice without a soul
don't let me die here
there must be something more
bring me to life

(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I’ve become

(Bring me to life)
I’ve been living a lie, there’s nothing inside
(Bring me to life)

Blue Valentine, Tom Waits.





She sends me blue valentines
All the way from Philadelphia
To mark the anniversary
Of someone that I used to be
And it feels just like there's
A warrant out for my arrest
Got me checkin in my rearview mirror
And I'm always on the run
That's why I changed my name
And I didn't think you'd ever find me here

To send me blue valentines
Like half forgotten dreams
Like a pebble in my shoe
As I walk these streets
And the ghost of your memory
Is the thistle in the kiss
And the burgler that can break a roses neck
It's the tatooed broken promise
That I hide beneath my sleeve
And I see you every time I turn my back

She sends me blue valentines
Though I try to remain at large
They're insisting that our love
Must have a eulogy
Why do I save all of this madness
In the nightstand drawer
There to haunt upon my shoulders
Baby I know
I'd be luckier to walk around everywhere I go
With a blind and broken heart
That sleeps beneath my lapel

She sends me my blue valentines
To remind me of my cardinal sin
I can never wash the guilt
Or get these bloodstains off my hands
And it takes a lot of whiskey
To take this nightmares go away
And I cut my bleedin heart out every nite
And I die a little more on each St. Valentines day
Remember that I promised I would
Write you...
These blue valentines
Blue valentines
Blue valentines

Nazareth-Love Hurts

Очень хорошо и легко мне.
Чего искренне желаю всем

Древнерусская тоска, "Аквариум".

Куда ты, тройка, мчишься, куда ты держишь путь
Ямщик опять нажрался водки или просто лег вздремнуть
Колеса сдадены в музей, музей весь вынесли вон
В каждом доме раздается то ли песня, то ли стон
Как предсказано святыми - все висит на волоске
Я гляжу на это дело в древнерусской тоске

На поле древней битвы нет ни копий ни костей
Они пошли на сувениры для туристов и гостей
Добрыня плюнул на Россию и в Милане чинит газ
Алеша, даром, что Попович, продал весь иконостас
Один Илья пугает девок, скача в одном носке
И я гляжу на это дело в древнерусской тоске

У Ярославны дело плохо, ей некогда рыдать
Она в конторе с полседьмого, у ней брифинг ровно в пять
А все бояре на Тойотах издают Playboy и Vogue
Продав леса и нефть на Запад, СС-20 на Восток
Князь Владимир, чертыхаясь, рулит в море на доске
Я гляжу на это дело в древнерусской тоске

У стен монастыря опять большой переполох -
По мелкой речке к ним приплыл четырнадцатирукий бог
Монахи с матом машут кольями, бегут его спасти
А бог глядит что дело плохо и кричит "Пусти-пусти"
Настоятель в женском платье так и скачет на песке
Я гляжу на это дело в древнерусской тоске

А над удолбанной Москвой в небо лезут леса -
Турки строят муляжи Святой Руси за полчаса
А у хранителей святыни палец пляшет на курке
Знак червонца проступает вместо лика на доске
Харе Кришна ходят строем по Арбату и Тверской
Я боюсь, что сыт по горло древнерусской тоской

George Baker Selection - Little Green Bag

Waltz de Vienne, Francois Feldman.

Одна из любимых вещей у Уэйтса, не такая грустная, как Blue Valentine, но тоже весьма и весьма...

Fighter, Christina Aguilera.

GREEN DAY

Are we the waiting





Are We The Waiting
Green Day

Starry nights city lights
Coming down over me
Skyscrapers and stargazers
In my head
Are we we are, Are we we are
The waiting unknown
This dirty town was burning down in my dreams
Lost and found city bound in my dreams

And screaming
Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting
And screaming
Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting

Forget me nots and second thoughts
Live in isolation
Heads or tails and fairytales in my mind
Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting unknown
The rage and love, the story of my life
The Jesus of suburbia is a lie
And screaming

And screaming
Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting
And screaming
Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting
And screaming
Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting
And screaming
Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting
Ohh..
Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting
Ohh..
Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting

.........

.........

Jessica Jay - Casablanca

Как бы кощунственно это ни звучало, эта песня мне больше нравится в исполнении Джима Бродбента и Николь Кидман, хотя и оригинал отменно хорош.

Show Must Go On, "Moulin Rouge", Nicole Kidman and Jim Broadbent.

It's good, isn't it grand, isn't it great
Isn't it swell, isn't it fun, isn't it nowadays
There's men, everywhere jazz, everywhere booze
Everywhere life, everywhere joy, everywhere nowadays

You can like the life you're living
You can live the life your like
You can even marry Harry
But mess around with Ike

And that's good, isn't it grand, isn't it great
Isn�t it swell, isn�t it fun, isn't it... but nothings stays

You can like the life you're living
You can live the life your like
You can even marry Harry
But mess around with Ike

And that's good, isn't it grand, isn't it great
Isn't it swell, isn't it.

Life is bigger...