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#1 
SATANAAAA[хаес каеса] @ 03.11.10 12:17 |
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Тема, собственно, будет про музыку, а точнее про ту музыку, которая сопровождает вас по жизни, та музыка которую вы слушали будучи в утробе матери и потом, сидя с конструктором в детской.
У меня - Pink Floyd, Queen, Beatles 
Все детство провел в доме, где никогда не переставала играть хорошая музыкаИ
и даже все самые светлые детские воспоминания у меня тоже прямо, или косвенно связаны с этой музыкой. 
Делитесь своими воспоминаниями!
Будет интересно почитать. 
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#4
SPNB @ 03.11.10 12:20 |
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Scooter слушал в детстве, это всё, что помню)
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#5
juNGle @ 03.11.10 12:22 |
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Я в утробе матери музыку ещё не воспринимал даже
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#9
SATANAAAA[хаес каеса] @ 03.11.10 12:24 |
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You gotta be crazy,
You gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes,
When you're on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat
With your eyes closed
And then moving in silently,
Down wind and out of sight
You gotta strike when the moment
is right
Without thinking.
And after a while,
You can work on points for
style
Like the club tie,
And the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye,
And an easy smile
You have to be trusted
By the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their
backs on you
You'll get the chance
to put the knife in.
You gotta keep one eye
Looking over your shoulder
You know it's going to get harder,
And harder, and harder
As you get older
And in the end you'll pack up,
Fly down south,
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad
old man
All alone, dying of cancer.
And when you lose
control,
You'll reap the harvest
You have sown.
And as the fear grows,
The bad blood slows and
turns to stone
And it's too late to lose
The weight you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown,
As you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.
I gotta admit
That I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me
As if I'm just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and
shake off
This creeping malaise
If I don't stand
my own ground,
How can I find my way out
of this maze?
Deaf, dumb, and blind,
You just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable,
And no one has a real friend.
It seems to you the thing to do
Would be to isolate the winner
Everything's done under the sun
And you believe at heart, everyone's
a killer.
Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by
the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone
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#11
ABAsrazzo @ 03.11.10 12:26 |
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http://www.freakenergy.ru/
http://promodj.ru/
http://www.clubtone.net/
Все там
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