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Тема для тех, кто музыку читает, а не слушает. А поскольку здесь такой только один я, то тема рискует стать театром одного актёра. Ну и пусть. Но если кто-то захочет приобщиться, то простая суть такова: тупо пишем сюда любимые тексты. Любых исполнителей, любых жанров. Если текст в оригинале написан не на русском или английском языке, то желательно кидать перевод. P.S. Если тексты огромные, или их несколько подряд, то уместно использовать спойлеры. Правда, мне с моим скином это погоды не сделает.
"ты - грамотный пидорг" - комплимент или оскорбление? (с) TDM
Макс, вот скажи, ты про морковку на вопрос "Это разве хер?" тоже отвечаешь "А почему нет? По длине любому херу не уступит"? (с) MeatWolf
Every breath I breath is filled with pain- -The Devil's gain Caught in anageing dying shell
I am confined in this rattling coughing cadaver Waiting for an end to leave this - breating Hell
Close your eyes and weep Tar you sowed, death you reap All this wealth, useless in your missery You know the grane only takes one currency
Diagnosis clear, it’s terminal, the end of all My lungs destroyed beyond repair I should be crying but what good are tears- -Against these fears This burden is for me and me alone to bear
What forgiveness can I possibly receive They've been gone so long I've forgotten- - How to grieve No one left to soothe my guilt riedden bones I’ll have to walk this final road… Alone
One last smoke One final cigarette
In The Silent Grave
Morning light bleeds into my room As I ponder my impending doom I almost long to be interred My shameful tale will go unheard In the silent grave
After all we are nothing But a speck in death’s design Breathing, choking, what’s the use in trying To hang on to this farce called life
Graveyard skies and flesh that died Soon I’ll take my place alongside The guilty soul that dwell down here End my sorrow, bury my fear In the silent grave
What’s the use in lingering Just like the memories of the dead Haunting, cursing, my entire being Won’t someone lift my useless body- - from this God Damn Bed
You won’t find peace among the worms, … in the silent grave No salvation in this dirt … in the silent grave
Origins Of Mourning
And thus the crawling begins Upon a road of gravel and blood I see your face… as you’re dying And thus the suffering begins Down the corridor of regret I feel you lifeless shape cradled in my arms
And thus the bleeding begins Along a trail of memories I hear her voice… it breaks- - As she’s crying And thus the mourning begins Inside these walls of apathy I never knew how to ease her sorrow
How did you ever find the key? Why did you open the cabinet? The shining piece of deadly steel So heavy in your tiny hands
The shot that tore the night in two The blood that stained the carpet The bag they put your body in [Rogga:] I wish they’d sealed my instead
Roses on a coffin… As you slowly sink- - Into the earth Mourners softly sobbing… I can’t even cry- - I’m numb with hurt We never stood a chance… our bond- - so fragile Where could we go from here… No where
And so I fled, into another world A world inside my mind, not to be reached Completed denial, this never happened I had to shut her out to save- - the last bits of my sanity
And so she fled, into another life A life without me, without this grief Complete estrangement, I let it happen She had to get away, or torn to stone – - just like me
Weep For Me
Bloodshot eyes awakend from an easy slumber Limbs all white and stiff slowly coming to life Sheets are drenched in sweat from nightly terrors Joylessly a new dawn is welcomed The day is wasted on rituals whithout meaning As night descends the dreams return- -... To fill my bed again
Blood shot eyes awaken from a restless slumber Skin is white and cold, heart barely beats Escaping slowly from drowsy realms of horror Reluctant to awake yet terrified to sleep
Weep for me Weep for what I have done Cry like the cryers of ancient times
Weep for me Weep for what I have done There's no hope in hell it can ever- - be undone
Going trought the motions Keeping the madness at day Blocking all emotions For fear thel'll wash my soul away
Behind me the past comes clawing trough The veils of guilt and suppression I drapped- - Around you
My memory is obscured by clouds of time I ask myself a painfull question, woud I still- - recognize... my son
Running from what's comming At least in my dreams I can run Hiding from the blackness That engulfs my room, my bed, my lungs
Behind my the past comes clawing trough The years of grief and depression I sufferd- - for you My memory, little pieces still remain I make myself a painfull promise- - To visit your grave - My son...
"ты - грамотный пидорг" - комплимент или оскорбление? (с) TDM
Макс, вот скажи, ты про морковку на вопрос "Это разве хер?" тоже отвечаешь "А почему нет? По длине любому херу не уступит"? (с) MeatWolf
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Продолжаем недавно обсуждаемым на пойнте Pain of Salvation, некоторая лирика которых похожа на нож: холодна, прямолинейна и часто - смертельно болезненна:
Lying alone on that hotel room but with her still present in the warm of the sheets and the taste in his mouth and the sweet on his skin
He has walked the roads turning bleak a child of Entropia setting himself on fire seeking a distant past for a way out
Challenging the concept freedom and youth falling into the undertow
Can You see him now?"
She is twelve and I'm only ten buried in this soft mountain of pillows Parents away She asks me have I been touched Have I done the thing with anyone yet Silence - a shy "no"
And there is nothing That we'd rather share Than that bodily warmth if we'd dare But she's already twelve and I am Just a child WARM AND SHY
She's so OLD - already twelve and I am only ten Than was me, young and free, there and then
Now in this hotel room I lie wondering who I am Never quite as sure after a lie of questioning Finding out at last that freedom is A STATE OF MIND But still not knowing how to get along with this mankind
...finding out at last that freedom is a state of mind...
Ending Theme
And so I find myself here once again - first step down Remedy Lane Budapest you tore my world apart - well, here I am Worn with rope ends on my mind, torn with blood scarred in my eyes But now I'm back to shake that from my life
Ending Theme, ending theme Ripping at the seams, for an opening
Back again at Deak Ter - I know I could have left her there It was the feeling of leaving myself that I could not bear The same old hotel room in Pest one night before the Sziget fest Hungarian Princess will you share my rest? To rest in my...
ENDING THEME ENDING THEME Ripping at the seams, for an opening
to be honest I don't know what I'm looking for - who to be sitting here as once before, weeks ago - just waiting for a knock on that door and I have left all I thought was me to find out, to make sure if it was you or me that made me feel so free and real, but when we kiss I don't know, I just don't know 'cause it leaves a taste of emptiness, and I think What if I'm simply depressed? blind, just finding rest from my mind here in Budapest? confusing zest with the joy of being blessed with the bliss of self-escape as we kiss? and mixing my being unstressed with your being undressed and the taste of being true with the fresh taste of me and you as we touch? I don't know but I saw so much of me in you, the me I've missed, the young and free in you but still, that doesn't mean a thing, may not mean anything about my needing you but I guess we had to meet, to be near; to make sure, and still my dear beyond this bed and that door, to be honest, I fear I just don't know
ENDING THEME ENDING THEME Fanning flames to dreams of belonging ENDING THEME ENDING THEME Ripping at the seams, for an opening
to be honest I don't know what I'm looking for... lying here, watching you leave through that door
A Trace Of Blood
Touching ground Going home to those I miss Safe and sound Weeks of exile turn to bliss But there's something in her voice When she is calling me A trace of blood to lead me Through roads of agony With blood taste in my mouth And clouds before my eyes I kneel beside the bed Where my bleeding dryad lies
Three young souls in misery
Hitting ground Nausea wakes me up at dawn Hopes are found Dissected, turned and then Withdrawn A chair of steel and wire Her legs are open wide Helpless in myself I stand there cold beside The doctors stay away Leave us with this dismay To see the colours of a miracle Fade and turn to gray
Then a cry and rivers of blood Flow so sadly bringing you Our dreams pour into a cold tray Two young souls in misery Missing you
"How quickly the colors change from blue to red to black and why am I always away wrapped up in something unable to live with all this love I ask of the world to leave to be silent and pretend that it never happend"
I never knew your name but I will miss you just the same I was to live for you I lost the will to live at all the day you came It'll never be the same but I will love you just the same You were to be the first, how wonderful Now I will always fear to hope again
The irony Of seeing me whispering through her skin So joyfully To our child there deep within Or of when she called to me To tell me cheerfully That she had seen your shape On a hospital screen And of nurses being concerned That you never moved or turned Too late we see the warnings Too late we learn
I never saw your face and now you're gone without a trace Except the trace of blood that's deeply scarred into my eyes To fill your place It'll never be the same but I will love you just the same I was prepared to be your father How can I ever prepare for that again?
Still I follow that trace of blood Always leading back to you Hollow years of damming that flood Two young souls in misery
Missing you... missing you...
This Heart Of Mine
I lie awake watching your shoulders Move so softly as you breathe With every breathe you're growing older But that is fine if you're with me
I pledge to wake you with a smile I pledge to hold you when you cry I pledge to love you till I die Till I die
The rays of dawn plays on your eyelids A sleeping beauty dressed in sun
I will wake you with a smile I will hold you when you cry I will love you till I die Till I die Till I die
I believe this heart of mine when it tells my eyes That this is beauty I believe this heart of mine when it tells my mind That this is reason I believe this heart of mine when it cries at time That this is forever I believe this heart of mine when it tells the skies That this is the face of God
I lie awake watching your shoulders
Rope Ends
She is still young...
Another day of emptiness This life is wearing her down The room around her is a mess Her children safe with her mom
She is still young but feeling old Two children with different fathers She sits on the bathroom floor alone The shower chain broke Her neck hurts
Then another night of emptiness to wear her down Naked to the world she wraps her sadness in a gown Her children fast asleep she sears the dark with glassy eyes Choosing carefully among her husband's business ties
"Over!" she cries through rope ends and silk ties Beautiful life escaping her young blue eyes But life holds her hand, refusing to let go Leaving her breathing on the floor
They're still asleep don't hear her cry And she's still obsessed with rope ends This time she picks a stronger tie With Winnie the Pooh and friends
She is still young but feeling old A child dying to be a mother Now she hangs from the ceiling all alone All pressure is falling from her
Seeing guilt has taught her guilt she's raised on disbelief Merely twenty beautiful but with a taste for grief She has learnt all that there is to know about hopelessness Seeing that no effort in this world can stand her test
"Over!" she cries through rope ends and silk ties Beautiful life escaping her young blue eyes And Winnie is strong, would never let her fall Prevents her from breathing till she's not there at all But life holds her hands, refusing to let go Leaving her breathing on the floor
Seeing guilt has taught her guilt she's raised on disbelief Merely twenty beautiful but with a taste for grief She has learnt all that there is to know about helplessness Seeing that no caring in this world can ease her stress
Helpless she lies in rope ends and undies Unseeing eyes fixating Eeyore's smile "Over!" she cries as she's going unblind Still in this life Still in this troubled mind The ceiling let go, the old house let her fall Dropping her breathing to the hard cold floor Hitting her head - a broken china soul Red stains on porcelain and she's not there at all
Breathing she cries for rope ends and silk ties Beautiful eyes Piglet stands shy behind Broken she lies undead and unblind Beautiful life Beautiful crying young eyes Blackened and bruised, learning how to see Staring at her tooth - crimsoned ivory Hours they pass this broken china soul Red stains on porcelain And she's not there at all...
"...and years later I would find You hanging alas the subte irony in shortering life with an extension lead before I could get You down I died so many times... thoughts about running to the kitchen for a knife to cut You down but I learned that there is no way of leaving the room when someone is hanging from the ceiling Your body just won't allow You that rest You stay to watch her face slowly turn blue finally to let You weight add to hers doubling the burden awaking her to the burden that brough her there in the first place: LIFE"
"The Sisters of Solitude...
They love and hurt, break and are broken, the sisters of solitude They cannot shake the dust from the ground Cannot rise from the ashes, the sisters of solitude They reach out to embrace the world, good and evil, weak and strong They will settle for nothing less, the sisters of solitude They love that they be loved, give that they be given Hurt that they get hurt, the sisters of solitude Hence, one loses weight by the second Throws up what she can instead of what she cannot Hence, two have tried to hang themselves, too strong to shut life out Yet too weak to live it Hence, the little one dissapears, melts into the walls, stands back Agrees, unsatisfied They all carry the end of the world in their chests Heirs of sadness and irony, of settling for less, of bitter consent Of mothers and mothers of solitude They all carry to break free, the sisters of solitude I fear them all so... I love them all so..."
Chain Sling
"Please let me be yours please never leave Please stay here close to me All love we shared where is it now? Please let me be better than I was Please don't give up on us The thought of leaving you - I don't know how"
"I can feel the pain you have inside I see it in your eyes Those eyes that used to shine for me I can feel the wildness in your heart That's tearing us apart My love how can I help if you don't want me?"
"There is nothing you can do to help me now I am lost within myself as so many times before There's nothing you can do to ease my pain I am so, so sorry but if you love me you must let go"
Two young souls in the dance of a chain sling Love once born from the ink of Solitude Bidding to dance in the swing of a rope end Walking their Remedy Lane trough this interlude of pain
Who will be there now? When I lose one true love? (When I lose my love) I am falling now Darkness below and above
There is nothing you can do to help me now I am lost within myself as so many times before There's nothing you can do to ease my pain I am so, so sorry but if you love me you must let go
Two young souls in the dance of a chain sling Love once born from the ink of Solitude Bidding to dance in the swing of a rope end Walking their Remedy Lane through this interlude of pain
Who will be there now When I lose my one true love? (I am falling now) Have I lost Myself? To love someone else...
"Please let me be yours please never leave Please stay here close to me All love we shared where is it now? Please let me be better than I was Please don't give up on us The thought of leaving you..."
I DO NOT KNOW HOW
Dryad Of The Woods
"Then came a girl A dryad of the woods with a sing over her door saying "If you enter You must forgive me everything!" With a heart too big and brave To let me dissapear And still I hear "May I sleep at your feet?" And so she went over my fence And reached out a hand That I had to take That I just had to take
...love never let me lose that love never let me lose that love never let me lose that love never...
Sometimes, forgiving will just take you one step too far and you find yourself on Remedy Lane
Sometimes forgiving is too much like self abuse
Sometimes forgiving leaves too much sear tissue behind
Even if I could one day learn to forgive you everything Could I learn to forgive myself?
probably I simply didn't understand the full notion of the world forgive"
Second Love
"We are eleven and she is the love of my life But one week from now she will turn her back on me Four years from now she will give me hope, then sleep with my best friend Five years from now it is the two of us but by then there is nothing left of this aching love amd this soaring love. But I don't know that now Because we are eleven and she is the love of my life."
Day after day Nothing's changed you're far away But I need you to know that I can't sleep anymore By the nights Night after night The stars are shining so bright Though our pain is larger than the universe tonight
I want you to know I can't sleep anymore By the nights By the nights Day after day I want you to say That you're mine You are mine
Year after year Tear after tear I feel like my heart will break in two You came like a wind I couldn't defend You cut my heart so deeply The scars won't mend
I'll never believe in love anymore After this After this Can never change or rearrange What we lost What we lost
Time after time I am wasting my time Living in a past where I was strong But now I am gone I leave no shadow when I'm alone I'll stay forever in my dreams where you are near
Want you to know I can't sleep anymore By the nights By the nights Day after day I want you to say That you're mine You're mine
"ты - грамотный пидорг" - комплимент или оскорбление? (с) TDM
Макс, вот скажи, ты про морковку на вопрос "Это разве хер?" тоже отвечаешь "А почему нет? По длине любому херу не уступит"? (с) MeatWolf
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Из последнего очень впечатлили Throes of Dawn, но там в самой лирике ничего такого нет, впечатлило то, как точно совпало с музыкальными образами.
Именно красивые/интересные тексты из недавнего попробую дома повспоминать. Ну сразу очевидный Draugnim, который я даже переводил, где как минимум у одного участника группы, по ходу, какое-то английское филологическое образование.
А вообще сегодня уже и музыка-то редко пересекается по впечатлениям, что уж о текстах говорить. Так что да, будем сами с собой беседовать.
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Реально недурная лирика есть у Skyclad, где такая игра смыслов и слов, что ой.
И у Филтха.
А у каких-нибудь Paradise Lost, которые, казалось бы, тоже носители языка, такая херь невероятная, что даст фору той белиберде, которую здесь Максик уже вывалил.
И вообще, вы тут нерусские штоле?77 АРЕЯ!11 ВОЛЕРО!11
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Играть да, а писать нет. Вообще никогда не понимал онанизма на лирику в рок-музыке. Да и музыке в целом вообще. Она всегда весьма утилитарная и есть единицы неплохих представителей.
Хочется поэзии — ну так читайте поэзию, а не эту хурму.
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Комбинация - Два кусочека колбаски
Год новый наступил, кушать стало нечего Ты меня пригласил и сказал доверчиво: Милая ты моя, девочка голодная Я накормлю тебя, если ты не гордая Я накормлю тебя, если ты не гордая
Припев: Два кусочека колбаски У тебя лежали на столе Ты рассказывал мне сказки Только я не верила тебе Эх, два кусочека колбаски У тебя лежали на столе Ты рассказывал мне сказки Только я не верила тебе
Наш свадебный салат, платье подвенечное И этот сервелат буду помнить вечно я Ты стал теперь крутой, никого не слушаешь Помнишь ли, милый мой, что с тобой мы кушали? Помнишь ли, милый мой, что с тобой мы кушали?
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Эх, два кусочека колбаски У тебя лежали на столе А ты рассказывал мне сказки Но я не верила тебе...
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Oбычный митол-текст.
New Year came, there was nothing to eat You invited me and said confidently: Honey you're my girl hungry I will feed you if you are not proud I will feed you if you are not proud
Chorus: Two slice of sausage You were lying on the table You told me stories Only I did not believe you Oh, two slice of sausage You were lying on the table You told me stories Only I did not believe you
Our wedding salad, wedding dress And this sausage will remember forever I You now become a steep, no one is listening Do you remember, my dear, what's wrong, we ate? Do you remember, my dear, what's wrong, we ate?
Chorus (2 times)
Oh, two slice of sausage You were lying on the table And you told me stories But I do not believe you ...
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MaxStajner wrote:Кататонию
Оооо, от них у меня есть особо любимый фрагмент, кажется даже писал уже об этом в соответствующей теме
He came back to your house I didn't take it as a promise Always thought it was a lie He went too far the fucker It's not like I owe him money This is different
Пер.: К тебе домой он все-таки пришел Ну отчего ж его угрозам я не верил? Я думал врет он, возвращаться не намерен Но нет, вот сволочь, все границы перешел!
И дело здесь не в том, что я торчу ему бабло Здесь все серьезнее...
"Two men gaze from behind their prison bars. One man sees dirt, the other sees stars."