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Shumelka - thing that makes noise.
2006-04-22 02:46:17
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Akvarium - Noisemaker
I, I, I went into a thin world with my head
I dreamed that I died, and I'm dreaming that I'm alive
I went to the store, and bought me a brochure
Even my goat has a guru
I, I, I went into a thin world with my head
Went out on the street - something is wrong with the auras
I went out on the street - something is wrong with the auras
I sit in a lotus, but that's not enough
Where, where, where is my Shambala
How can I live, if there's something wrong with the auras?
Ram-Lam-Yam-Mam-Bam
Kiss me in the Chakra
http://aquarium.ru/documents/people/bob/bob27.html
Akvarium - Therapist
Got knocked out at one, woke up at three
A full moon burned you from the inside
On the corner of the drugstore the lights are on
And you ride -
You would like to drink something sweetly
You try, but you can't fall
And someone inside says - that's happiness,
Or you're delusional
Taste of blood took away your words
And near your eyebrows comes water
Somewhere exactly here
Fell the fiery messenger
And today once again it's the same wednesday -
May Isis help you!
You come up to someone to say "Hello",
And suddenly notice that there's nothing concrete
And all the passers-by watch you as you walk away
With a smirk;
On the street in the summer the blizzard blows
And the wind tears off doors from hinges
And the shelter, there, where there was a bed, now -
A hole and a rope
And so, taking off despite all rules
Tearing away wires with your wing
You again end up
There, where everyone must sleep
Where every day is just like always -
May Isis help you!
Everyone says and everything isn't on topic
This room is made of cardboard
And you look around -
Could noone at all hear you?
And suddenly the angle changes. You're behind glass,
And your friends - in the cabin of a departing train -
Leave, not even knowing that,
You walked out
And remaining alone at the station,
Falling out of the nest's delta
You're now ready
For a spiritual life
But you don't need it -
May Isis help you!
And you heard that somewhere beyond the rush hour
In the silence of an altar and in the lists of books
There is a language you don't know
In which
All is said, that you wanted to know
What you feared to even admit
And because of which all the saints
Look on you with disapproval
Stop pretending, that you can't understand them
You'll be forever alone on this way
Smile, dissipate
In the rustling of leaves
In the whispers of summer ice -
And may Isis help you!
Akvarium - Spiritual People
Spiritual people are special people
They serve them on special dishes
They have a different wavelength
And even their tail is on the other side
If you come to them with an existential question
They can smoke you with a cigarette
If you're not an adulterer,
You better not touch the spiritual people
Akvarium - Therapist
Got knocked out at one, woke up at three
A full moon burned you from the inside
On the corner of the drugstore the lights are on
And you ride -
You would like to drink something sweetly
You try, but you can't fall
And someone inside says - that's happiness,
Or you're delusional
Taste of blood took away your words
And near your eyebrows comes water
Somewhere exactly here
Fell the fiery messenger
And today once again it's the same wednesday -
May Isis help you!
You come up to someone to say "Hello",
And suddenly notice that there's nothing concrete
And all the passers-by watch you as you walk away
With a smirk;
On the street in the summer the blizzard blows
And the wind tears off doors from hinges
And the shelter, there, where there was a bed, now -
A hole and a rope
And so, taking off despite all rules
Tearing away wires with your wing
You again end up
There, where everyone must sleep
Where every day is just like always -
May Isis help you!
Everyone says and everything isn't on topic
This room is made of cardboard
And you look around -
Could noone at all hear you?
And suddenly the angle changes. You're behind glass,
And your friends - in the cabin of a departing train -
Leave, not even knowing that,
You walked out
And remaining alone at the station,
Falling out of the nest's delta
You're now ready
For a spiritual life
But you don't need it -
May Isis help you!
And you heard that somewhere beyond the rush hour
In the silence of an altar and in the lists of books
There is a language you don't know
In which
All is said, that you wanted to know
What you feared to even admit
And because of which all the saints
Look on you with disapproval
Stop pretending, that you can't understand them
You'll be forever alone on this way
Smile, dissipate
In the rustling of leaves
In the whispers of summer ice -
And may Isis help you!
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Foolish Iberians, thanks for the gladius though.
2006-04-22 01:34:25
Kukryniksy - Illusions
Is it true that he flew
Across the world in songs?
Or is it true that he
Broke walls?
Is it true that he had
What he didn't expect or wait for?
Or is it true that he
Determined everything in himself?
Is it true that he became
More free because of the game?
Or is it true that it
Became easier to play?
His book will not close
And burn down
But we cannot
Catch up to his lines
We don't understand
Where we should end up
What place to sit on
And where?
To refuse
Our own illusions,
To stop nonsense
From going to our head
The sun mistreats us,
The sky doesn't love us
Thoughts turn
Into a trap
The walls wait for you,
New people
Don't turn to stone,
They'll give you to fire
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Is it true that from life
He learned everything of us
Is it true that he predicted?
He broke down on something
And fell into despair
Is it true that
We can't understand his sufferings?
Is it true that he could,
Supporting himself with a staff
In confinement,
Envelop his heart?
Is it true that
There is place for this here?
Is it true that
There is anything at all?
We don't understand
Where we should end up
What place to sit on
And where?
To refuse
Our own illusions,
To stop nonsense
From going to our head
The sun mistreats us,
The sky doesn't love us
Thoughts turn
Into a trap
The walls wait for you,
New people
Don't turn to stone,
They'll give you to fire
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(Viva las vegas?
and other songs in background)
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We don't understand
Where we should end up
What place to sit on
And where?
To refuse
Our own illusions,
To stop nonsense
From going to our head
The sun mistreats us,
The sky doesn't love us
Thoughts turn
Into a trap
The walls wait for you,
New people
Don't turn to stone,
They'll give you to fire
DDT - Russian Rock
They were burying Russian rock, they were burying
Clouds of ashes, piles of charcoal and dust
But he lay in the coffin good and beautiful
Not resembling a corpse at all...
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They were burying Russian rock, they were burying
Teeth were aching from the cold wind
Which blew at the black spectre's rags
And the newspapers with verdicts rotted
They were burying Russian rock, they were burying
Threw shit all over it and crucified it
Stomped, separated, tore apart
Defiling, cursed and howled
Burying it were the masters of sex-attack
Half-literate pop-minstrels
They're all Mohammed Ali after a fight
Lip-synching idiots and slits
Show-business paid all the expenses
Professional crowbars and shovels
So that retards never go out of fashion
So that brains are always full of rags and cotton
Inspired, they carried the coffin backwards
At the ceremony, sweetly drank and ate
Copulated, consumed tasty buns
They crawled up, they thought, all the way to the neck
They buried the revolution of sound
Reflection of light and freedom
Whoever didn't yet kick the fallen in the ear
Sado-maso, but never sucked on pain
Of those willing, a line-up came out
In Russia, they always do funerals right
In death, we see more of an issue
So that life-blood flowed out amply
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Bite, demons, on the multi-colored cans
Lick the skull of great optimism
Pray to your holes, pharisee-bastards
The tamers of the global show
And I don't care, about style, when it's slush
Hardcore, rap or something like that
You have to sing, like you breathe, not like squealing
So that the Russian frost crawls on the skin
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And in the morning, they came to enjoy
Exhume with chlorine and poison
Opened the coffin, and there, it was empty
And noone - no worm, no artist
HELLO FROM THE OTHER SIDE!!!
Kukryniksy - Phoenix
What bird is this?
Wires as though wings
To fall like a dead stone
From lack of strength
And so to rise again
Unchanging Phoenix
Gold and soulless ashes
Immortal Phoenix
In the beloved eyes,alarm
Add just a little bit more
Imagination!
LIKE THIS!
PilOt - Alternative New Year's
Once I was walking down the street
And suddenly remembered, that today is New Year's!
I already managed to forget, how normal people
Celebrate this holiday! There!
For example: my friends get full of vodka
And fall under the table
So I think that I, after all,
Found a better solution!
YEAAAAAH... SITTING ON A NEEDLE!
Usually New Year's - it's splashing champagne
And stupid stories, and later...
..., slightly-drunken girls start making eyes
To those that are nearest. And then lower, and lower...
And then in the morning, you get questions:
"Helen, why the tears?!
Oh excuse me, you're not Helen, you're Kathreen!"
And only I'm sitting alone behind the door.
YEAAAAAH... SITTING ON A NEEDLE!
Ah well, soon I'll get cured
And become just like everyone!
I'll walk and smile, and say everywhere:
"Good day!
Sit down please! What's your name?
You know, long winters are not cool with me!
With my head, you know, I'm no good,
Just sit like that and sit..."
YEAAAAAH... SITTING ON A NEEDLE!
Kukryniksy - A Soldier's Sorrow
A soldier was going home from war, going home
He escaped seven deaths alive
Brought gifts for his family in a worn backpack
Near the gate, he met his neighbour
He hugged him and said "The house is no more.
Your mother, father, sister can't be brought back from the dead"
And, on that bright day he lost his mind
And stayed silent for two days and two nights
And, only on the third day, he left, taking his rifle
That's when the soldier understood, what he wanted
He crossed the border, came to the country
Against which they recently fought the war
Hunger and vultures, snow and hills
Started looking for the right village
That lay between two rivers near a forest
With a house, where a mother, father and daughter live
And, on that bright day he lost his mind
And stayed silent for two days and two nights
And, only on the third day, he left, taking his rifle
That's when the soldier understood, what he wanted
"Well, here I am at last, to avenge
I want the same fate for you
You will become the payment for my fallen family"
And, into his eyes, silently stare
A girl, an old woman and a legless old man
And on the poor tablecloth, an empty bowl
And, silently sitting down on the chair, he lost his mind
He opened his bag and took off his shoes
And throwing his gun and bayonet into the corner, said:
"Here, I brought food, I've returned"
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Varus, give me back my legions
2006-04-20 02:34:41
The reign of peace established after the capture of Sicily from Rebels and Carthagians in 257 BC would mark a peace that would last until 227. After 5 years of conflict, the finest legion in the Roman Republic fell to a bunch of foolish barbaric Arveni after repeated Assualts. Surely if it were an option the commanding generals would have committed suicide. They however did return to massila to recover, and sent the remains of Legio I to Roma for retraining. Following, a quick attempt at claiming the recently revolted Rhodes from the rebels failed miserably as expected. In a rash decision it was decided that it would be best to engage 3 of the barbarian factions that lurk outside the North Wall, the Swezboz, the Arveni, and the Aedui. A alliance was given to the Iberians and if they do not fall to the Carthagians will be given the spoils of war minus a base or possibly two. The younger general lead a assualt from the coast west of massila towards the Arveni capital, composed half of true romans and half italian allies, the Samnites. Though the Samnites wear armor that is suited the fighting of rebels who often amass javelin wielding armies, they are not prepared to face overwhelming circumstances. Thus the battle concluded with the near complete collapse of the samnite wing and for their routing left many romans dead, and a deep blow to the trust placed upon Samnite honor. A series of military reforms are expected to come in the next few years. Some question the viability of the hasta, and look at the tactics of the opponents. A chapter will come to a close in the political world of Rome as well, with the family failing to provide heirs of Romulus. Those who wish to marry into the family are often the decrepit and weak sons of plebian families, but as the rulers age there will be no choice but to taint the once pure blood. Many cities even look to revolt if a firm succession of leadership can not be established.
Random Europa Barbarorum ranting and other crap.
http://www.studentsfororwell.org/
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narushil
2006-04-15 03:18:20
Egy and Petrucco - How Egy Violated the Law
Egy was left alone
it became cold for him
well, he climbed up onto a tree
sitting...
he's sitting, and beside him Petrucco:
-who are you?
-I'm Petrucco
-and who are you?
-and I'm Egy
-I'm Egy, and you're Petrucco...
-you shouldn't be sitting here!
and he doesn't answer him...
such is Petrucco
why is he such?
Egy is different...
once Egy decided to violate the law
took Petrucco and tossed him in the river...
well, Petrucco floated, and Egy is on the shore
running
falling...
yelling
-I violated the law!
but the law doesn't hear him
only Petrucco hears him, and floats
by himself
and the river flows...
well, then Egy got scared, started pointing
with signs
swim, says, over to that side...
and Petrucco drowned...
there is no more Petrucco
no Petrucco
no law
just the river flowing...
Petrucco lays -
Novus Homus
2006-04-15 02:02:21
Saraychik Sever
Ezhi and Petrucco - Small Shack
Petrucco realized: he is sick...
he went to the forest again
but didn't reach it...
saw a small shack
in the shack there was noone, just the light
was on...
well, it was bright in the shack...
he went and turned it off
turned it off
turned it on...
turned it off
interesting...
there's Ezhi...
Petrucco says:
-why are you, -says, -here?
and Ezhi became important...
doesn't answer Petrucco
and Petrucco was upset
and Ezhi was not upset...
and Petrucco was upset
Ezhi wasn't upset, but Petrucco was upset
and Ezhi wasn't...
and Ezhi hit Petrucco in the face.
Petrucco was upset
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Ezhi and Petrucco - North
Petrucco was a desperate man
once he went alone and grabbed a wolf...
once Petrucco went alone, and
grabbed him...
and the wolf says:
-don't eat me, Petrucco
but Petrucco was a coward...
well, and they sent him to the north
and it's snowing there already...
canned food... dried
boiled mushrooms
meat...
there, you need to cut fish with a knife
and Petrucco doesn't know how
Petrucco doesn't know how to cut
but Ezhi knows
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