Obs?d?e du pire
Et pas tr?s prolixe
Mes moindres soupirs
Se m?taphysiquent...
J'ai dans mon ciel
Des tonnes de c?lestes
M'accroche aux ailes...
Et tombe l'ange Gabriel !

Obs?d?e du pire
Un peu trop physique...
L'envie de fr?mir
Est pharaonique !
..fi de l'asc?se !
Ma vie s'ent?n?bre
Moi sans la langue
Sans sexe je m'exsangue !

Obs?d?e du pire
Et pas tr?s prolixe
Mes moindres soupirs
Se m?taphysiquent...
J'ai dans la t?te
Des tonnes de pirouettes
Le saut de l'ange
N'a pour moi rien d'?trange

Obs?d?e du pire
Et pas tr?s prolixe
Partager mes rires
Plut?t plutoniques
J'ai dans ma sph?re
Un effet de serre
Mon sang bouillonne
Je bous de tout, en somme

L`amour n`est rien Mylene Farmer

Suffer well
Sometimes it's hard
It's hard to tell

It waits for the day I will let it out.
To give it a reason, to give its might.

I fear who I am becoming,
I feel that I am losing the struggle within...
I can no longer restrain it,
my strength it is fading,
I have to give in.

- It's the fear
Fear of the dark
It's growing inside of me,
That one day will come to life.
- Have to save
To save my beloved,
there is no escape,
because my faith is horror and doom.

Hold down your head now,
just let me pass by.
Don't feed my fear,
if you don't want it out.

I fear who I am becoming,
I feel that I am losing all beauty within.
I can no longer restrain it,
my strength it is fading,
I have to give in!

- It's the fear
Fear of the dark
It's growing inside of me,
That one day will come to life.
- Have to save
To save my beloved,
there is no escape,
because my faith is horror and doom...

Long ago it came to me
and ever since that day,
infected with its rage
but it ends today...

- It's the fear
Fear of the dark
It's growing inside of me,
That one day will come to life.
- Have to save
To save my beloved,
there is no escape,
because my faith is horror and doom.

На видео концерта Silent Force Tour - Java Island это смотрелось и звучало великолепно... да и версия с альбома ничего)

I believed it would justify the means
It had a hold over me

Рыбаки ловят рыб,
Китобои бьют китов,
Делом заняты с утра и до утра -
Только я с той поры
Позабыть про все готов,
Все ищу залив, где водится мой краб.

- Ну зачем он тебе,
Этот страшный зверь морской?
С ним в беду очень просто угодить!
У него ужасный вид,
Он, конечно, ядовит,
Ни сварить его, ни в банку посадить.

- Сто ночей не усну,
Буду думать все о нем,
Буду думать, буду плакать и грустить;
Мне бы только взглянуть
На него одним глазком,
Просто так - посмотреть и отпустить...

Синий краб, синий краб,
Среди черных скал в тени,
Синий краб - он приснился мне во сне.
У него восемь лап,
Две огромные клешни
И серебряные звезды на спине.

Godlove and rest my soul
With this sundown neverending
The feel is gone yet you ain't gonna see me fail
I am the decadence of your world
I am an eider covered in oil
Happy hunting, you double-faced carnivore

Tell me why
No heart to cry
Hang me high

The music is dead, the amen is said
The kiss of faith is what I beg
A loving heart `n soul for sale

Tell me why
No heart to cry
Hang me high

Leave me be
And cease to tell me how to feel
To grieve, to shield myself from evil
Leave me be
Od of lies is killing me
Romanticide
Till love do me part

See me ruined by my own creations

Leave me be
And cease to tell me how to feel
To grieve, to shield myself from evil
Leave me be
Od of lies is killing me
Romanticide
Till love do me part

Dead Boy's alive but without sense
I need a near-death experience
Heart once bold
Now turned to stone
Perfection my messenger from hell

Wine turns to water
Campfires freeze, loveletters burn
Romance is lost
Lord, let me be wrong in this pain

Temporary pain, eternal shame
To take part in this devil's chess game
Spit on me, let go, get rid of me
And try to survive your stupidity

Animals - House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the 'Rising Sun'
And it's been the ruin of many a young poor boy
And, God, I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing he ever needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

Oh, Mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
With one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I know he's back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Well there is a house in New Orleans
They call the 'Rising Sun'
And its been the ruin of many a young poor boy
And God, I know I'm one.

А теперь то, что мне попалось... пожалуй МНЕ что попалось почти в тему. Когда я наконец-то занялся делом... это оказалось то, что надо. Шаффл рулит.

Vacuum – “Sign on time skyline”

A star falls in the sky
The city is asleep
We build a bridge so high
Across the water deep
Skills that I have learned
Profits on return
The air is my domain
I spend a working day
To clear the sky from rain
I sweep the clouds away
I do the best I can
Labour makes the man

With deep sincere devotion
We spend our lives in motion

It's the sign on the skyline
God's eye over mankind
The mother of machines
The sign on the skyline
We walk in the starshine
The gravity of dreams

Our alliance
Built a science
High

The meaning of a life
My cornerstone design
A family of friends
I leave this house behind

It's the sign on the skyline
God's eye over mankind
The mother of machines
The sign on the skyline
We walk in the starshine
The gravity of dreams

I've just seen a face
I can't forget the time or place where we just met
She's just a girl for me and I want all the world to see we've met
Mm mm mm mm'm mm

Had it been another day
I might have looked the other way and I'd have never been aware
But as it is I'll dream of her tonight
Di di di dI'd di

Falling yes I am falling and she keeps calling me back again

I have never known the like of this
I've been alone and I have missed things and kept out of sight
But other girls were never quite like this
Da da n'da n'da'n'da

Falling yes I am falling and she keeps calling me back again
Falling yes I am falling and she keeps calling me back again

I've just seen a face
I can't forget the time or place where we just met
She's just a girl for me and I want all the world to see we've met
Hm hm hm na na na

Falling yes I am falling and she keeps calling me back again
Falling yes I am falling and she keeps calling me back again
Oh falling yes I am falling and she keeps calling me back again

Suffer well
Sometimes it's hard
It's hard to tell

Quels sont encore ces frontieres
Qui place ces barrieres
Comme d’autres prieres ou d’autres manieres
Mais qu’est-ce qui toujours nous pousse а dresser tant de barriere
La peur, l’honneur ou l’orgueil.

Fermons-les yeux, fermons-les si on veut
Voir au delа des visages

Mais qu’elle est donc le miroir
Qui nous donnera le pouvoir
De se voir en somme tel que nous sommes
Mais qu’est-ce qui nous aidera
А vivre autrement
Des gestes, des mots ou du temps

Fermons-les yeux, fermons-les si on veut,
Voir au delа des visages.
Fermons-les yeux, fermons-les juste un peu,
Ouvrons nos coeurs davantage.

Il faudra bien mettre fin
А tous ces regards eteints
Entendez-vous enfin les cris qui demande qu’а se taire.

Fermons-les yeux, fermons-les si on veut,
Voir au delа des visages.
Fermons-les yeux, fermons-les juste un peu,
Ouvrons nos coeurs davantage…

Kyo : Fermons-Les Yeux

Behind The Wheel

My little girl
Drive anywhere
Do what you want
I don’t care

Tonight
I’m in the hands of fate
I hand myself
Over on a plate

Now

Oh little girl
There are times when I feel
I rather not be
The one behind the wheel

Come
Pull my strings
Watch me move
I do anything

Please

Sweet little girl
I prefer
You behind the wheel
And me the passenger

Drive
I’m yours to keep
Do what you want
I’m going cheap

Tonight

You’re behind the wheel, tonight

Suffer well
Sometimes it's hard
It's hard to tell

Откровенье на крови, но без крови
Самый честный всегда лишь под небесным покровом
Ни кола, ни двора, ни царя, ни вождя,
Линия жизни пунктиром, как брызги дождя.

Откровенье ослепило и спало,
До отчаянья самая малость осталась.
Пересилил себя, взял молчания обет,
И в душе нараспашку разум выключил свет.

Камня в тебя не бросят,
И взаймы просто так совесть дать
Не попросят.

Откровение - не золотой город.
Откровение - стремительный молот.
Молот богов или демонов молот,
Мир на части расколот.

Откровенье на крови, но без крови
Мы ни к жизни, ни к смерти, ни к чему не готовы.
Все внезапно, врасплox, через край и насквозь,
Самый честный всегда лишь нечаянный гость.

Камня в тебя он не бросит,
И взаймы просто так совесть дать
Не попросят.

Откровение - не золотой город.
Откровение - стремительный молот.
Молот богов или демонов молот,
Мир на части расколот.

You know it's kind of hard
Just to get along today
Our subject isn't cool
But he fakes it anyway
He may not have a clue
And he may not have style
But everything he lacks
Well he makes up in denial

So don't debate, a player straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway
He's gonna play the field, and keep it real
For you no way, for you no way
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate
At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake
The world needs wannabe's
So do that brand new thing

He needs some cool tunes
Not just any will suffice
But they didn't have Ice Cube
So he bought Vanilla Ice
Now cruising in his Pinto, he sees homies as he pass
But if he looks twice
They're gonna kick his lily ass

Now he's getting a tattoo
He's gettin' ink done
He asked for a '13', but they drew a '31'
Friends say he's trying too hard
And he's not quite hip
But in his own mind
He's the dopest trip

So don't debate, a player straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway
He's gonna play the field, and keep it real
For you no way, for you no way
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate
At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake
The world needs wannabe's
The world loves wannabe's
So let's get some more wannabe's
And do that brand new thing

обажаю эту песню

Начинается новый день и машины туда-сюда,
Раз уж солнцу вставать не лень и для нас значит ерунда.
Муравейник живёт, кто-то лапку сломал не в счёт,
А до свадьбы заживёт, а помрёт - так помрёт.

Я не люблю, когда мне врут,
Но от правды я тоже устал.
Я пытался найти приют,
Говорят, что плохо искал
И я не знаю, каков процент
Сумасшедших на данный час,
Но если верить глазам и ушам -
Больше в несколько раз.

И мы могли бы вести войну
Против тех, кто против нас,
Так как те, кто против тех, кто против нас,
Не справляются с ними без нас.
Наше будущее - туман,
В нашем прошлом - то ад, то рай,
Наши деньги не лезут в карман,
Вот и утро - вставай!

Я не люблю, когда мне врут,
Но от правды я тоже устал.
Я пытался найти приют,
Говорят, что плохо искал
И я не знаю, каков процент
Сумасшедших на данный час,
Но если верить глазам и ушам -
Больше в несколько раз.

По моему под эту песню можно даже горы свернуть, в виде трений на форуме.

Suffer well
Sometimes it's hard
It's hard to tell

Что нам ветер, да на это ответит?
Несущийся мимо, да сломавши крыло...
И упав между нами, так недолго любимых
Разбил он обьятья, как простое стекло.

Мы стояли на прошлом, мы ждали начала,
Прижимаясь к стене, где исчезли они.
Где еще одну жизнь одна смерть обвенчала
Парой вспышек огня, да в эти смутные дни...

ДДТ - Ветер

Воспоминания - это жуткие сволочи.

Know Your Enemy
Huh!
Yeah, we're comin' back then with another bombtrack
Think ya know what it's all about
Huh!
Hey yo, so check this out
Yeah!
Know your enemy!

Come on!

Born with insight and a raised fist
A witness to the slit wrist, that's with
As we move into '92
Still in a room without a view
Ya got to know
Ya got to know
That when I say go, go, go
Amp up and amplify
Defy
I'm a brother with a furious mind
Action must be taken
We don't need the key
We'll break in

Something must be done
About vengeance, a badge and a gun
'cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against 'em

Fist in ya face, in the place
And I'll drop the style clearly
Know your enemy...know your enemy!

Yeah!

Hey yo, and dick with this...uggh!
Word is born
Fight the war, fuck the norm
Now I got no patience
So sick of complacence
With the d the e the f the I the a the n the c the e
Mind of a revolutionary
So clear the lane
The finger to the land of the chains
What? the land of the free?
Whoever told you that is your enemy?

Now something must be done
About vengeance, a badge and a gun
'cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against 'em

Now action must be taken
We don't need the key
We'll break in

I've got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
I've got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
Sick of sick of sick of sick of you
Time has come to pay...
Know your enemy!

Come on!
Yes I know my enemies
They're the teachers who taught me to fight me
Compromise, conformity, assimilation, submission
Ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite
All of which are american dreams (8 times)

Не песня, а целая философия....

Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A 'V' of black swans
On with hope to the grave
All through Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones

Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain
So I swore to the razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again

Bared on your tomb
I am a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, a vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl

Wracked with your charm
I am circled like prey
Back in the forest
Where whispers persuade
More sugar trails
More white lady laid
Than pillars of salt
(Keeping Sodom at night at bay)

Fold to my arms
Hold their mesmeric sway
And dance to the moon
As we did in those golden days

Christening stars
I remember the way
We were needle and spoon
Mislaid in the burning hay

Bared on your tomb
I am a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, a vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine

Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
None better
Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl

Depeche Mode - Barrel of a gun

Do you mean this horny creep, set upon weary feet
Who looks in need of sleep that doesn't come
This twisted, tortured mess, this bed of sinfulness
Who's longing for some rest and feeling numb

What do you expect of me
What is it you want
Whatever you've planned for me
I'm not the one

A vicious appetite visits me each night
And won't be satisfied, won't be denied
An unbearable pain, a beating in my brain
That leaves the mark of Cain right here inside

What am I supposed to do
When everything that I've done
Is leading me to conclude
I'm not the one

Whatever I've done
I've been staring down the barrel of a gun
Whatever I've done
I've been staring down the barrel of a gun
Whatever I've done (whatever, whatever)

Is there something you need from me
Are you having your fun
I never agreed to be
Your holy one

Whatever I've come
I've been staring down the barrel of a gun
Whatever I've come (whatever, whatever)
I've been staring down the barrel of a gun
Whatever I've done (whatever, whatever)
I've been staring down the barrel of a gun

Suffer well
Sometimes it's hard
It's hard to tell

Why Did You Do It - Stretch

I've been thinking about what you have done to me
The damage is much deeper than you'll ever see
Hit me like a hammer to my head
I wonder were you pushed or were you led?

Why did you do it? Why did you do that thing to me?
Why did you do it? Why did you do that thing to me?
The only one who knows the truth,
Man, that's him, me and you.

My friends they listen to the things I say
They listen and they hear more everyday
But I know they never understand it
Because it was no accident, you planned it.

Why did you do it? Why did you do that thing to me?
Why did you do it? Why did you do that thing to me?
The only one who knows the truth,
Man, it's him, me and you.

One, two

I've been thinking about what you have done to me
The damage is much deeper than you'll ever see
Hit me like a hammer to my head
I wonder were you pushed or were you led?

Why did you do it? Why did you do that thing to me?
Why did you do it? Why did you do that thing to me?
The only one who knows the truth,
Man, that's him, me and you.

ДДТ - Фома

Я часто не верю, что будет зима,
Когда душной ночью лежу на полу
И мажу сгоревшую спину кефиром -
Глупый Фома без креста и квартиры,
Мне даже не верится, что я живу.
И мажу сгоревшую спину кефиром -
Глупый Фома без креста и квартиры,
Мне даже не верится, что я живу.

Я часто не верю, что на небесах
Нашей любовью архангелы правят.
Ты молча уйдешь, и я останусь один,
Несвежий покойник на похоронах,
Не в силах обряд этот хоть чем-то исправить.
Ты молча уйдешь, и я останусь один,
Несвежий покойник на похоронах,
Не в силах обряд этот хоть чем-то исправить.

Жизнь наша - поле ряженых мин.
Я брел по нему, я метался на нем.
И, видя, как клочьями рвется мой друг,
Я верю с трудом в очищенье огнем
И часто не верю в пожатие рук.
И, видя, как клочьями рвется мой друг,
Я верю с трудом в очищенье огнем
И часто не верю в пожатие рук.

Я часто не верю Большому Себе,
Когда замираю личинкою малой
Под пыльным стеклом в летаргическом сне,
Я часто не верю в слова одеяла
О том, что еще мы с тобой на коне.
Под пыльным стеклом в летаргическом сне,
Я часто не верю в слова одеяла
О том, что еще мы с тобой на коне.

Распухшая ночь сдавила виски,
На лике ее фонари отцветают.
Я шабашу на кухне в дырявом трико,
Под тяжестью строк волоса облетают.
Как хочется верить в свое ремесло.
Я шабашу на кухне в дырявом трико,
Под тяжестью слов волоса облетают.
Как хочется верить в свое ремесло.

Ветер над рекой (Девятый вал)

То ли это птицы крик, то ли ветра вой,
То ли кто-то в сад проник вместе с темнотой.
То ли просто сердца стук в стылое окно,
То ли дрожь усталых рук -
Знать не суждено…

Было ли окно открыто, позабыть, уснуть,
Может, зеркала разбиты, больше не взглянуть,
То ли просто сердца стук в стылое окно,
То ли дрожь усталых рук -
Знать не суждено…

Ветер над рекой, сердце под рукой, тоской,
Напои меня тоской.
Ветер за стеной, месяц за спиной, водой,
Напои меня водой, напои меня водой…

Был я в белое одет, волосы темны.
А теперь - как лунь я сед, рукава черны!
Может это тот старик или тот чужой,
Тот бродяга, что проник
Вместе с темнотой…

Ветер над рекой, сердце под рукой, тоской,
Напоил меня тоской.
Ветер за стеной, месяц за спиной, водой,
Напои меня водой, напои водой…