dreams
Friday March 10th 2006, 22:11
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Открих си няколко любими стари музики сред космическия хаос на дисковете ми - Luna Papa (невероятно таджикско етно), два албума на Теодоси Спасов, няколко на Dead Can Dance и музиката към ‘Аризонска Мечта’ (по този случай изгледах пак филма). Въртя си ги непрекъснато и не мога да им се наситя, особено на последното, Горан Брегович и Иги Поп са ми неустоима комбинация, ще мушна два от текстовете тук:

The TV Screen

Find a beautiful old street
Not rushing through this time
In a bar where a fat lady reigns supreme
Come in and drink with a false name
In circus clothes forget their pain
They are the zombie bodies
Caught in the glow of the TV screen
Just forget it? Forget it all.

The TV screen
TV screen makes you feel small
No life at all
Now that you have turned it off
It’s harder than you thought
No one wants to give a damn
Or even hear a thought
They rush from one fad to the next
You talk and it has no effect
You are the target for stars
And the planets on the TV screen
Just forget it?
Forget it all
The TV screen
TV screen makes you feel small
No life at all
 

 

In the deathcar  

My dog is growling in the dark
Something’s pulling me outside
To ride around in circles
I know that you have got the time
Coz anything I want, you do
You’ll take a ride through the strangers
Who don’t understand how to feel
In the deathcar, we’re alive
In the deathcar, we’re alive

I’ll let some air come in the window
Kind of wakes me up a little
I don’t turn on the radio
Coz they play shit, like… You know
When your hand was down on my dick
It felt quite amazing
And now that, that is all over
All we’ve got is the silence
In the deathcar, we’re alive
In the deathcar, we’re alive
So come on mandolins, play
When I touched you
I felt that you still had your baby fat
And a little taste of baby’s breath
Makes me forget about death
At your age you’re still joking
It ain’t time yet for the choking
So now we can own the movie and see each other truly
In the deathcar, we’re alive
In the deathcar, we’re alive
I want to hear some mandolins
 

 

 


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