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Дарон и очень смешной Дарон |
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Тема :D |
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тыцк-с... |
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Хы гы!!!! |
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Может эту запись лучше бы было сделать в своём дневнике, НО почему-то захотелось тут |
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За много сегодняшнего свободного для размышлений времени я осознала вот что:
SOAD НИКОГДА НЕ ОПОПСЕЮТ. вся их музыка, их стиль жизни, их творчество никогда не сделается попсой. или даже чем-то на это похожим. с кем-кем, а с ними это никак не может быть связано. в каком бы направлении ни двигались, всегда будут отражать именно то, что называется качественной музыкой. возможно, сами того не замечая. поэтому сказав: "опопсели"- выскажешь бред. перешли в новое звучание. или: с другой стороны интерпретировали лирику.
Вот.
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аукцион неслыханной щедрости :)) |
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http://ailemens.sitesled.com/video/PockemonChopSuey.wmv - неожиданная трактовка песни soad танцорами брейк-данса! ))
вот вам офигительная ссылка с фотодосье на каждого из участников группы + обои на комп + аватары + куча всякой полезной всячины (истинные поклонники должны заценить).....http://mypage.bluewin.ch/swisstemofadown/groupe/
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шалунишки или фоторепортаж про зелёный чай |
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полные имена участников soad
Serj Adam Tankian
Daron Artie Malakian
Shavo Robert Odadjian
John William Dolmayan
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все тексты Mezmerize |
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Soldier Side
Welcome to the soldier side
Where there is no one here but me
People all grow up to die
There is no one here but me
B.Y.O.B. (Bring Your Own Bombs)
You !
Why do they always send the poor ?!
Barbarism by Barbaras
with pointed heels
Victorious, Victorious, kneel
For brand new spankin' deals
Marching forward hypocritic
And hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection
Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Kneeling roses disappearing
Into Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox
Stealing our intentions
Hangers sitting dripped in oil
Crying freedom !
Handed to obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Blast off, it's party time !
And we don't live in a fascist nation
Blast off, it's party time !
And where the fuck are you ?
Where the fuck are you ?
Where the fuck are you ?
Why don't presidents fight the war ?
Why do they always send the poor ?
Why don't presidents fight the war ?
Why do they always send the poor ?
Why do they always send the poor ?
Why do they always send the poor ?
Why do they always send the poor ?
Kneeling roses disappearing
Into Moses dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox
Stealing our intentions
Hangers sitting dripped in oil
Crying freedom!
Handed to a obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sun
Where the fuck are you ?
Where the fuck are you ?
Why don't presidents fight the war ?
Why do they always send the poor ?
Why don't presidents fight the war ?
Why do they always send the poor ?
Why do they always send the poor ?
Why do they always send the poor ?
Why...do...they always send the poor ?
Why...do...they always send the poor ?
Why...do...they always send the poor ?
They always send the poor !
They always send the poor !
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все тексты Hypnotize |
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Attack
Breathing each other's lives
Holding this in mind
That if we fall, we all fall
And we fall alone
The cold insincerity of steel machines
Have consumed our euphoria
Transforming us into muted dreams
Dreaming of the day that
We attack
Attack, attack your fetal servitude
We attack
Attack, attack, attack with pesticide
We attack
All the years of propaganda
We shall attack
Books illustrate what we already know
Candles cry towards the sky
Racing your flags along polluted coasts
Dreaming of the day that
We attack
Attack, attack your fetal servitude
We attack
Attack, attack, attack with pesticide
We attack
All the years of propaganda
We shall attack
Attack
Attack
Breathing each other's lives
Holding this in mind
That if we fall, we all fall
And we fall alone
Breathing each other's lives
Holding this in mind
That if we fall, we all fall
And we fall alone
What's the philosophy of displaced mines
The bombing of all homes and villages
Truth is the only sword bleeding minds
Bleeding till the day that
We attack
Attack, attack your fetal servitude
We attack
Attack, attack, attack with pesticide
We attack
All the years of propaganda
We shakk attack
Attack all the homes and villages
Attack all the schools and hospitals
You attack all the rapes and pillages
We shall attack
We shall attack
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дарон |
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неожиданно для себя обнаружила, что вес папки SOAD на компе превысил размер 5 Гб...))
делиться её содержимым буду по частям
первая серия посвящается дарону-блондину, дарону-голому, дарону-бородачу и не только....
итак, дарон - как он есть....
ЗЫ. возможно, что-то ранее уже здесь могли видеть...
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All you bitches put your hands in the air |
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