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Journal spam and pineapples
2006-04-04 01:47:31
Poezija
Poljusa - Poetry
No clubbing hangouts
No running in the morning
No kiss of white poison
No poses from Kama-Sutra
No Peter's town, fences
None of this is needed
No red diplomas
No white nights
No square meters
No time for small details
No cinema screens
Not what the doctors wrote in prescriptions
What is the theme here?
Figure it out, country!
People just wanna some poetry now
No latino rhythms
No afro-cubano
No tonic in blue cans
No whining of rasta
No water filters
No constant swearing
We don't need any of this
What is the theme here?
Figure it out, country!
People just wanna some poetry now
No stylish get-ups
No vacation in Georgia
No reunification with Belorussia
No, and this
This is a gift for us
That we all don't need
What is the theme here?
You figure it out!
People just wanna some poetry now
No Western schemes
No Eastern traditions
No satisfying personal ambitions
No changes, no fallout from break-ups
We don't need any of this
No clones of sheep
No space stations
No counter-terrorist operations
No small bills, no large salaries
That we all don't need
What is the theme here?
You figure it out
People just wanna some poetry now
What is the theme here?
You figure it out!
People just wanna some poetry now
Rock Group - Popsa
Their territory's marked, poisoned their waterhole
A full-house guaranteed for them by loyal deaf-mute crowds
They come without knocking to each house, so many you can't count
And it's simply just impossible to not eat this rubbish
They are the idols of our youth, for them they go insane
They need to have a lot of money and a lot of other shit
They're excellent artists, they're great in all ways
They must have everything in the world, except for a soul
They play $100,000 shows for themselves and for you
They bullshit to a pre-rec tape, to everyone's extasy
It's really awesome to be "popsa", but remember one thing:
An attempt to get out it will end in a jump from a window
Ooooh, popsa!
The pink jaws of a hungry dog
Ooooh, popsa!
Pink bullshit from the horns to the tail
They proudly wear the name of "Glorious Popsa"
They mimic stars well, but fight each other like dogs
Their benefactors are great, from behind their wide backs
Stick out suicides and cheap heroin
They revel in perversions and dirty underwear
They chose their queen and then sold her
Mesmerised rockers, who break out to them
Dissolve like pure spring water in a glass of vodka
Ooooh, popsa!
The pink jaws of a hungry dog
Ooooh, popsa!
Pink bullshit from the horns to the tail
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Ooooh, popsa!
***
DDT - Conveyor
The road is moving smoothly
But I'm not driving on it
On this road, the legs are jumping
Ribs and chests of Zhiguli*
(*crappy Russian car model)
I'm drilling the 103rd hole
Still got half a day to sweat
On a factory, by sample
Break I'm learning how to dance!
Break-dance! Break-break-dance!
Haha! Haha! Haaaa!
1240 holes
I have drilled during my shift
The common market's gonna choke
In the hole of our zero
I just asked from uncle Petya
Who invented this darn dance?
Injured my entire destiny
This goddamn stupid conveyor!
Break-dance! Break-break-dance!
Haha! Haha! Haaaa!
---
Master Petya quoth the answer:
"Break's devised in USA
Thus to snare the class of vagrants
Lock them in forevermore"
But we know our own laws here
And the tavern's not our trouble
This conveyor we use to raise
The productivity of labour!
Rossiiskoe Tango
DDT - Russian Tango
Made the manager of screaming
Wove our veins into cloth
Yes, our face started resembling a mug
Yet we didn't notice this robbery
Forgave the sins of others' wives
Taking the sky out of a sieve
Offered bread to the icons
But our icons have never been hungry
Swamped weddings with love
But the grooms didn't live until night
Everyone fell over, and our chicks
Went to where it's longer and shorter
Beat our chests, and into tears
Opened our mouths wide for the sunset
Drank dreams out of dirty puddles
But still didn't turn into goats, brother*
(*reference to a Russian folktale where a boy who drank from a puddle turned into a goat)
Russian tango
The crows dance
Russian tango
Without a bottom or a crown
Russian tango...
Who will cover this mud with snow
Who will poweder our raw meat
Who will tuck in this light afterward
Who will pour it over with kvas* from a vein?
(*traditional soft drink)
Eh, printed the letters of our song
Took heroes out of our underwear
I'm lost between all these regimes
And I can't understand anything, damn it
We turned away before our home's doorstep
When the windows and doors were open
Where everything is painfully familiar and beloved
Where the wolves are safe and the sheep aren't hungry
And we screamed, "HA, WE'RE THE HARDEST THERE IS!"
Carrying the palms of our fingers before us
But we were young and didn't know
That the only thing that's hard is boiled eggs*
(*a wordplay joke that's difficult to translate from Russian)
Russian tango
The crows dance
Russian tango
Without a bottom or a crown
Russian tango...
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Eh, it's hard to flush a toilet to the sky
It's easier to just swear at everything
Grandma faith, was I or was I not
Your groom, father or brother?
Hug us, old woman faith
Stretch out your grey hands
I wasn't pure and faithful to the sky
But we're all a little... Russia
dom
DDT - Home
What is this quiet house
Submerged in darkness
On seven wild
Strong-blowing winds
With all the windows
Facing the ditch
And its gates –
To the passing-by road
Oh so tired I was
I unharnessed the horses
“If there’s a living soul here,
Come out and help!”
Noone – just a shadow
Flashed by in the door
And the vulture came lower
And narrowed the circles
Entering the house,
Like a drunken tavern
And the people here –
Every third’s an enemy
They frown at you –
Uninvited guest
Icons in the corner
Hanging crooked
And there started a strange,
Peculiar conversation
Someone wailed a song
And tortured an accordion
And the seizure-ridden kid
Idiot and thief
From underneath the tablecloth
Showed me his knife
Who will answer me,
What is this house?
Why is it in darkness
Like a leper’s barrack?
Light of the lamps went off
The air leaked out
Or did you all forget how to live?
The doors are wide open,
But your soul’s under lock
Whoever’s the master here
Would he give me some wine?
But they answer:
It seems,
You’ve been gone far away
And forgot the people
We’ve been like this
For a very long time
Eating grass,
A century of horse-radish
All out souls by now,
Have gone sour
And with wine we all
Had a lot of fun
Robbed our own house
Fought, hung ourselves
I starved my horses
Ran away from the wolves
Show me the land
Where the lamps still shine bright
Show me the place
Which I’ve been looking for
Where they sing and not cry
Where the floor is not crooked
Of those kinds of lands,
We have heard nothing
For a long time,
We’ve been getting used
To living in the dark
Forever we are in evil
And whispers
Underneath the icons
In the black ashes
---
And from the stench
Where the icons hang crooked
With my messed-up head
I walked free of all thoughts
To wherever my feet went
And my eyes looked
And where people live
Like people live
How much has gone by
How much has gone past
Life threw me...
... but not far enough
Maybe I sung about you
Sloppily
Black eyes,
White tablecloth
"Propavshyi Bez Vesti"
DDT - Could have...
So shall I shoot an arrow
With mine whole strength
Oy, my-my
With mine whole stre...
And with mine whole strength
To the end of the road
Oy, my-my
To the end of the...
So shall the arrow kill
A good young lad
Oy, my-my
A good young...
For that good young lad
There is noone to cry
Oy, my-my
Noone will cry...
----
I could have...
An iron window, an empty stare
Live with your mind
Grinning teeth into a tin washing-sink
Just for yourself
Smile with your forehead at the dusty reflection
Defeating fear
Stroke the stubble down with your hand, remembering
Other, nicer places
Ask the reflection one last important question
And become him
With a rusty razor slice your wrist
And leave the prison to them
To them...
I could have ...
Through the horns on my retina and and eyebrows of doubt
Mix up time in my pupils
And crawl near all the black holes in the Universe
Where the whole life is escape
Walk towards aesthetic perfection
Only while wearing shades
Observing leg-over-leg and perversion above them
All your accursed life
And hug the whole of dark matter with droplets
Of rain on your face
Dripping down the mirrored armored windshields
On the crown of thorns
Of thorns...
I could have...
Flying above the setting-sun-painted
Cloudy canvas
waving off all attractions and flags
With the hands of crosses
Wander all over the gently trembling skin
In a happy struggle
Become every plant, creature, bastard
And they will become you
Will become you
Will become you...
****
DDT - Into Battle
The final bus has just left
All the streetlights have burnt out
The night fell into a ditch
Covered time with itself
Old women give combat pay
To those who fell before dawn
They're no longer with us
They're no longer with us
THEY'RE NO LONGER WITH US...
And I got into battle
And I got into battle
Death delivered flowers
A dog warmed by my feet
For this dog - I am god
But slave to my nudity
Footsteps of fallen heroes
Washed over by the spring tide
They're no longer with us
They're no longer with us
THEY'RE NO LONGER WITH US...
And I got into battle
And I got into battle
----
I'm all - a twisted nerve
My throat - a Bickford fuse
It blows up from the pressure of spheres
Those, which I turned around
I'm - a poet of the falling day
I don't like too much at all
If you, my fate, dare to insult me
I'll simply go and kill you
I'm - pastor, I'm a red wolf
I don't abide by any training
I tend a flock of toothless words
And, of course, I'll marry them
I'm, I'm an electric chair
You can't sit on me for long
Last night I hit the universe between the eyes
Raising my earthly prestige
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And I got into battle
And I got into battle
I'm all a living person
I've fallen thousands of times
Hundreds - cursed, hundreds - praised
And now I get up again
I adore the beautiful life
And our glorious mud
Who has the shakes - can go out and walk
A coward - get out of my ride!
I call all the bad things "shit"
And all good things - "beauty"
And if I don't get something with mind
I'll unpack it with my soul
To hell with tears - they only cause pain
And our time doesn't tolerate snot
Look, old man, at any young puppy -
He's more lively and angry than you!
He's more lively and angry than you!
*****
DDT - Missing Man (Lost Without a Trace / Missing in Action = more accurate translation, but doesn't quite fit the context)
He closed the door, and simply left for good
Forever lost, no address and no shadow
Perhaps he really just found something out
The truth of roads and of the lilac's beaty
O missing man, just tell me, how to find
Turn to a postcard, break away this webbing
An unsure step, which melted in the way
Of the all-grinding ages
I notice and I see - you're everywhere
Laying with sadness as the snow in alleys
In the wet leaves, the old disheveled nest
On the dead bullets and their murdered targets
O missing man, I know I've seen somewhere
Your eyes, your smile, even your way of walking
You, disappearing, you were yelling loud
Of cruel love, as you demanded vodka
That missing man, he mixed up this whole world
Dropping a spoonful of humanity to essence
Without nakedness, without cards and homes
Just for a second fell out of the century
O missing man, you know of everything
Of how to leave the boundaries of reason
Not ressurected, but forever here
You are destroying formulas and numbers
Life gets expensive, running out of strength
Licking its wounds after a hard fight
And you, on this canvas of bright lights
You send to me these strange, mysterious signals
O missing man, I know you're still alive
Millions of you, you're walking still among us
Just take a look at all these numbered graves
And at your way, lined up in pure and straight lines...
O missing man, I will name a road after you...
****
DDT - Star
We're forever on the road, we're the hungry somewhere
We are the desperate, undependable life
For a slice of this insane world
To the last, buddy, hold on
A cross on the torn, patched-up skin
Underneath the shirt, the soul dances and tries to get out
I look at these living and dirty faces
My dear mates
What weather, into shit and boiling water
We fly out, hoping to make it by dawn
We are the un-eaten freedom, we're soldiers of fortune
The ringers of fate
A cross hangs on skin, salty from the past
Underneath the shirt, the soul burns and cries out
Somebody's sky kisses our dusty faces
Someone's sky surrenders to us in a rush
A young star burnt out and fell near me
It lived free for but a short time, just as it was leaving the nest
It stopped shining, as blood flowed onto the grass
For a long time yet I will feel at night, this pain in an unneeded sleeve
Red star on a green sorrow
Black tragedy on a single hair
Red tragedy on a cold chest
Black star, shining up ahead
-----
We're saving our world - from rubbish and evil
Eating snow with a helping of sorrow and hope
We stand over our grave - an abyss, silently
Observing, as humanity crawls into the void
Blackened from premonitions and horror,
A vein beats on a temple that's white from pain
Into the last night-time attack
We are raising ourselves off our empty stomachs
A young star burnt out and fell near me
It lived free for but a short time, just as it was leaving the nest
It stopped shining, as blood flowed onto the grass
For a long time yet I will feel at night, this pain in an unneeded sleeve
Red star on a green sorrow
Black tragedy on a single hair
Red tragedy on a cold chest
Black star, shining up ahead
Red star on a green sorrow
Black tragedy on a single hair
Red tragedy on a cold chest
Black star, shining up ahead
****
DDT - Sky Above The Lake
Sky above the lake, spinning and serving the rays of the setting sun
For a long time I sought on your chest not love - understanding, light
Time bids farewell, with green life break free the umber and strontium
Death swooped down and tears all that's left of us and the indian summer
Your hands have stayed here to hold onto the voices and scents of the world
I remember how you hugged with your eyes the flight of the doves' field
All that was here now belongs to just two - that's me and the empty flat
Faith and the trembling of snow outside have explained to us these new roles
All that was screaming must go to silence - it makes it hard to hear your breathing
A universe in a cup of water on the table, evaporating, became sorrow
This role I can never survive - what music is it you hear?
Pauses - dreams, and all around - silence: that is all I will give you...
****
DDT - Smoke
Smoke over the sun
Falls as an ill cloud
Blocked out the blackness
Mountains of silver
Riding here beside I am
Dying and alive
Striving by a disputed road
To the side of good
Slowly - dragging
Smoking, talking
We value this fickle
Time until morning
Life grumbles and fidgets
Drowns and wheezes
Onto the peaks, nervously
Crawled out the dawn
The silence will break
Scream loudly
I think that the first
Bullet won't be mine
Time won't repent
Memory will not speak
Living a perfect life
But just not mine
Talking to the winds
The campfire's tongues
Far-away motherland
Who are you out with?
Get a taste of victory
And vodka from the nurse
Not a deeper loyalty
Dreams of beresta (*paper made of birch bark)
On death will dine
Sniper-mountains
Death is easy work
For this beautiful place
Then rises, then falls
The shot-down dawn
Waits behind the borderline
The missing sunset
I'm sick to death,
Honestly speaking
Of dragging through the autumn
This machinegun
Maybe I'm in the wrong place
But nothing is in vain
When the war is over
We'll be home, brother
*****
DDT - Understanding Heart
Understanding heart, wandering over fallen roads
Barely heard, between us, eaten cities
It seeks and finds something, seeks and finds something
Rummaging through all that howls, like tongues of the wind
Understanding heart, carries bread in shallow pockets
On the snowed-out field, looks for ashes of her lover
Understanding heart, I died in far-away lands
Give me a cup of the sky, a thread of the dear cloud
Understanding heart, I forgot my way to the sea
Only how to fall and struggle, have I learned to perfection
I'm tired of walking on the edge, dying in empty pleasures
On the cold dumps of streets, I will open you with myself
Understanding heart, always willing to help
It will explode and ressurect, if only someone breathes it
Beside the broken tub, by the terminally-ill
Calms down those who see, comforts those who hear
Understanding heart, strengthens all who love
All who believe, it will soon call to travel with it
Understanding heart, will forgive us and judge us
And, crucified on Moika [river], it will warm us slowly
Understanding heart
Wandering over fallen roads
Barely heard, between us
Eaten cities
Eaten cities
Eaten cities...
*****
DDT - 25
Millions of Chinese believe in Christ, the Indians love and worship Hollywood
Many Russians can't stand Moscow, and that's why they live there
We often take places that aren't ours, but point five doesn't really need rest
Doesn't matter from which end I should love you - head, or tail
You're good under salad with caviar
I saw how on a fish day, sorrow thrashed around on the ice
He never went to church to confess
He knew - if he went "up there", they'd kill him
They shot with memories, when they ran out of bullets
In our family, the one in charge is whoever has the TV remote
The world forgets, that means you don't have to be sad about it
The hand shakes and cries quietly, sewing in a cross pattern
As clouds of a white shirt, the hooves of comets float above
I'll give you, my friend, a parade of the planets
I heard how on a sauna day, the terrorists declared a worldwide flood
They tore three skins off me, gave out gills, and washed my forehead with green stuff
But thanks to God and the Residential Utilities Committee - everything's ok: as always, they ran out of water
Still, the war on terror brought the country together for a new, official tragedy
The world forgets, this is much easier - so don't be sad about it
The hand shakes and beats the crap out of someone, sewing in a cross pattern
As clouds of a red shirt, the grenades of comets float above
I'll put you on my gun at night
Someone pisses on their own grave, and someone sleeps in bed with their enemy
We tore up all our sexual power,
But don't be afraid, darling, I'm not talking about that
In those times when we didn't know the moves of all the major pieces, I wandered around hairy and barefoot
And when we tried to break out into the depths of ancient cultures
We ended up with moronic [crappy pop music (he doesn't say that but implies it)]
Yes, we're already 25, and many are no longer with us
Brains in dark corners eating up hearts
On Red Square - a banquet, then to Tibet
A Blue Moon medal for memories
In this wonderful and sometimes hostile space
Your snoring ruins the harmony of sleep
You are so beautiful in your naive deceitfulness
But I still don't fully understand you
***
DDT - Adam and Eve
Evening - cold and white
The day was so transparent
I became not really brave
The city is not at all dark
Curtains storming over windows
You, as the spring, embarassed
Saying farewell to something alien
Threw off all that was drying
Tore away all that was
Gentleness destroyed the walls
Time flowed in pupils
Became a living vein
Blind fingers on the skin
I hear your breath
Your lips', words' touch
I feel carefully
----
When in the sky the rivers wandered
When on the sun the grass would bloom
Noone knew of humanity
And eternity was right
When the spring went to the left
The winds gave eye-flowers
Adam and Eve were naked
That's when you were with me
----
A kiss turned into eternity
Where are you angels, where are you gods
Awareness is the road's purpose
Distance - humanity
Invited me for a dance
Disappearing, the faces flew
I'm a stupid, sacrificed lamg
You - a wild finch
----
How people foresee happiness
Crashing against the windows of distance
We explored all the lands of love
But didn't know that it'd turn out like this
Later, smoked out the window
Thought - all is wasted
Remembered, how boring life was...
In the morning, you are so beautiful
The morning is in your palms
I drink this holy water
***
DDT - Counter-Revolution
Long live the revolution! Freedom! Equality! Brotherhood!...
---
Counter-revolution, ran over us
Drove us to the hospital - our belly has grown
Rock and roll is erased, I'm learning jazz
But I vomit - a full mouth of notes
There's no old age, only exhaustion
Nothing is left of the barricades
Greedy colleagues, love from street girls
Beer bottles on former rock-batteries
Counter-revolution begs a big question,
How do I connect you up to my pump?
Eternal stupidity shimmers in chocolate
Your far-seeing, my near-sightedness
The justice of food and eternal thirst
How to come out of water dry, twice
Live by the scripture, but believing the 'if'
Drunken, exhuming great songs
And only, and only the autumn rain in the window
Oh how much, you know, how much I am blessed with without you
---
And much of what's here has been boiled to a jelly
Smart thoughts are more reliable than great ideas
Counter-revolution - not to everyone like people
But to everyone - like what people have
And the best feelings are no longer with us
We dug all the way to purgatory, while clearing the rubble
And, as it always is, after the fallen lions
Follow the jackals, picking their bones
The northern wind rips up your shadows -
Che Guevara, Voltaire, Harry Potter and Lenin
The counter-revolution is kind and humane
But strangely foggy and inconsistent...
There's something to democracy as such
That just feels unpleasant to the touch
Perestroika in its reacclaimed kitchen grumbles
Waits for the hour this stability crumbles
---
And only, and only the autumn rain in the window
Oh how much, you know, how much I am blessed with without you
---
Our Titanic has sunk in shampoo and vodka
Hanging out on the shirts of cheap advertisement
Pop wears fashionable collared suits
Torn with the blood of fallen Nirvana
Stupid time, got stuck in hiccups
I'm also bourgeois - I've got a fridge
Fifteen guitars, autumn, night and alarm clocks
But I can't sleep, notes come out of my mouth
Fools call us "the conscience of rock"
Cynics see a tricky selling move
But I just don't want to die before my time
Talent is ripping my vocal chords
Everything returns to its usual circle
Rock and roll - that's just sometimes you and me
But counter-revolution is always with you
Lays in your bed with its third leg
Sexual leg... Virtual leg... yea right...
And only, and only the autumn rain in the window
Oh how much, you know, how much I am blessed with without you
***
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...
---
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
---
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
---
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!!!
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Best Lyrics ever
2006-04-04 01:44:14
Pilot - Sniper
A girl of about five years old in a window with a grenade launcher
Squints through the sight at the bright sun
And opposite to her, young friends
Invite the curious to stand on the road, in the shade
This girl can't buy her favourite toys
Anger consumes, but a heart beats in her chest
Everyone who's guilty, dads-moms, in her sights
All that's left is to press the trigger's spring: pliii....
Blood dripping down cheeks
And love is forgotten
Into earth with the rain went dreams
Dear parents, screw you
An able student holds her hand steady
No, the fierce steel won't tremble
In her tiny brain beats a tiny black beast
Wants to break out to the sky, stop her cry and sorrow
Attention adults, this song is for you
You, forgetting about revenge warmed the black crud
But now for your heads the days are numbered
Where a sniper-girls screams in each window: pliii....
Blood dripping down cheeks
And love is forgotten
Into earth with the rain went dreams
Dear parents, screw you
And the emptyness of streets covered the abandoned house
Stars shimmer, everything is wrapped in sleep
But the girl doesn't sleep, she doesn't have time
In the trenches there's people, and none can get up
Blood dripping down cheeks
And love is forgotten
Into earth with the rain went dreams
Dear parents, screw you
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Lyrics
2006-04-04 01:43:35
PilOt - Kingdom of Sluts
You live in a land
Where every fifth is a thief
Where to say the truth
Is the same as inviting shame
Where the guards of law
With an innocent look
Permit that trash
To sell heroin
Here they think it's a feat
To hit someone's face
Here, the crisis hotline
Is deaf
With gum in mouth
With idiots "for profit"
You live here...
In the Kingdom of Sluts!
Kingdom of sluts and dealers
---
Here, everything's for sale!
They sell children here
Here, every inch
Of earth is purchased
Here, by the roadside
Schoolgirls sell their bodies
They sell Christ from stalls
Just in between business
In songs the main thing
Is not meaning, not heart
But a calculating
commercial sense
With a blue screen
Instead of brains
Here, they vote for...
In the Kingdom of Sluts!
Kingdom of sluts and dealers
---
Here, for your soul
The price is set
Here you can easily
Bet your life
Here you live
With fools all your life
Abiding by
Their foolish laws
Sing your song, bird
While still in your heart
The fire burns
Begin from yourself,
Roll up your sleeves
Change inside yourself
The status quo
Of the Kingdom of Sluts...
DDT - ???? concert song
Yuri (seriously) - "and one more rock-n-roll,
this one, guys, is about drugs.
I always said and will say -
Drugs are...
(thoughtfully)
Drugs are...
(jokingly)
Drugs are..."
Audience - "SHIT!"
Yuri - "And those who sell them are bastards"
---
Flowers on my eyes
Parallel speeches
Gone are sex, drugs and rock-n-roll
On the stove - bliss
Ceilings and candles
Boiled the male
And female sex
Come into the lobby
Turn to the left
Corridor, cocroaches
Toilet, shit
My neighbour's got sick
He vomits, he's all white
There's an exit,
As usual - out the window
...and you stand in the corner, as always
And stare right at me
Quit it, I'll be leaving soon
I... I...
---
My sister has left
She mistook the dose
Youth is youth
But we measured in vain
I tore out the needle
And stuck a rose in her
My heart is empty,
And not a rouble* [*money unit]
Withdrawal,I'm shaking
Keep missing the shoe
Ruler, car,
Stereo set -
I went to pawn it
To the Nekrasov Market
And cut off by cops -
Today's the crackdown
...and you stand in the corner, as always
And hold on to me
Quit it, I'll be leaving soon
I... I...
WHEN THEY END THE BLACK WHITE DANCES
WHEN THEY END THE BLACK WHITE DANCES
WHEN THEY END THE BLACK WHITE DANCES
WHEN THEY END THE BLACK WHITE
---
Phonebook -
Address, quickly!
To whom? - Suck it
Throwing? No.
I'll go out to the wild
Gasoline, canister
Gimme a match -
And let there be light!
Be damned, all those
Parallel speeches
Gone are sex, drugs and rock-n-roll
Brothers - forgive me
Put on some candles
I'm no longer here -
The golden needle
...and you stand in the corner, as always
And pray for me
And I'm charcoal on the dirty floor
And I'm the grey bedsheet
I'm the evaporated piss
I - I'm the tongue
Fallen into the larynx
I'm the squeamish hands of a doctor
I'm the excusable early shit
I'm the un-tasted morning dew
I'm the grass under moonlit rain
I'm the forest growing to the sky
I'm the world where we'll all go...
---
(music settles down and stops, then)
WHEN THEY END THE BLACK WHITE DANCES
WHEN THEY END THE BLACK WHITE DANCES
WHEN THEY END THE BLACK WHITE DANCES
WHEN THEY END THE BLACK WHITE DANCES
WHEN THEY END THE BLACK WHITE DANCES
WHEN THEY END THE BLACK WHITE DANCES
WHEN THEY END THE BLACK WHITE DANCES
WHEN THEY END THE BLACK WHITE DANCES
WHEN THEY END THE BLACK WHITE DANCES
WHEN THEY END THE BLACK WHITE DANCES
WHEN THEY END THE BLACK WHITE DANCES
WHEN THEY END THE BLACK WHITE DANCES
WHEN THEY END THE BLACK WHITE DANCES...
Korol' i Shut - Two-Headed Offspring
A thin crescent floats in the sky
Old man drinks homebrew in his garden
His thoughts nag him
He remembered his son
With his child, unfortunately, he had no luck -
He was born with two heads, curse it.
His wife took the son
And took him to the forest
Ah, why did I let my wife
Abandon such a child?!
The kid would've been doubly smart
To my joy
The old woman yelled: "Your kid is a freak!
What will people think of us?"
Then the old man shed a tear
Drank, and poured himself some more
He started chastizing the old woman
After that, he had to take a leak
With his threatening eyes,
He looked at his two large, powerful streams
Korol' i Shut - Hardcore Russian-Style
GRAB THE AXE CHOP HARDCORE!!!!
Chase the devils!!
As it's well-known, when in Russia
You'd better not piss of Ivan!
Or he'll go and grab his axe
And go out to chop hardcore!
Hey, brothers
Why should we all cry?
Take our legs and arms
And chase the enemy
Hey, brothers
Someone's pushing again
Let's rout the evil horde
And then make merry
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Chase the devils!!
---
Prince, if your land
Is being trampled by foreign scum
If your enemy's become a threat
Then smack him some metal!
Hey, brothers
Why should we all cry?
Take our legs and arms
And chase the enemy
Hey, brothers
Someone's pushing again
Let's rout the evil horde
And then make merry
---
Ha Ha Ha Ha
Ha Ha Ha Ha
Ha Ha Ha Ha
Ha Ha Ha Ha
And by Volga, ate the snow
The mad, crazy Pecheneg
And from east comes the Mongol
Soon there will be rock and roll!
And since I'm here singing
You there have some courage
Hey-oy, hey, chop it! CRASH!
Ah, and now the foe
Has started routing off
Have fun, chop them down - SLAUGHTER!
---
CHOP YOU MOTHER../BASTARD/WHAT THE HELL!!! aghhh
DDT - Potolok
DDT - Ceiling
When it seems like life
Has somewhat passed
And you turned off the box
And the lamp has burnt out
To ashes in dust
And on the faithful desk
Three lines - only swearwords
Crawling up the scale
You notice wrinkles
On the departing legs
Is that a night in the window?
Ah no, a perfect pair!
And there's only two seconds
And the tailor will deliver
The last suit of the groom
This early spring
Don't die,
Your ceiling
Is returning to the sky
Hey look,
Your ceiling
Is departing to the sky
---
And love is tired
Of looking at the scales
And your dream at the door
Is only waiting for sausage
And from the other side
They stopped calling
Eh, I'd get stuffed full of poison
But I don't want to drink
Don't die,
Your ceiling
Is returning to the sky
Hey look,
Your ceiling
Is departing to the sky
---
And despair at the wheel
Who needs brakes
They were invented by cowards
Who voted "yes"
And I flew this night
And crashed yesterday
Time to turn off the light
And survive until the morning
Don't die,
Your ceiling
Is returning to the sky
Hey look,
Your ceiling
Is departing to the sky
Don't die,
Your ceiling
Is returning to the sky
Hey look,
Your ceiling
Is departing to the sky...
PilOt - Doroga v Raj
PilOt - Road to Paradise
A pair of sticky words
A few shaken faces
Breathing at the back of my head
How quiet! And in the tower
The clock reads "six"
Someone's been born to the world
He has nowhere to sit. In the world
Full house! All sold
In the world
Where all you can do yourself is
Disappear
Here everyone will help you
Dispense with your conscience
Believe me! Past grey hair
The laughter of stars will take you away
And those, who knew, but didn't reach
Fell asleep on the road to paradise
----
Collar on the stray dogs -
Symbol of the lost home
Where they wait for a miracle, and again
search for the lost meaning of words.
Here... there... in books
Dark forests... with fire
To the shaman's bell hurry the crows
And we sing:
In the world
Where all you can do yourself is
Disappear
Here everyone will help you
Dispense with your conscience
Believe me! Past grey hair
The laughter of stars will take you away
And those, who knew, but didn't reach
Fell asleep on the road to paradise
----
And to me, therefore, this world is no good
Where all my girlfriends now have children
Where friends don't recognize my face
Where for golden fish they set hundreds of nets
Where on a magnetic tape my voice is alive
Even though for this earth I have died
I found my home, but it is so far!
And besides, I don't remember my serial number...
In the world
Where all you can do yourself is
Disappear
Here everyone will help you
Dispense with your conscience
Believe me! Past grey hair
The laughter of stars will take you away
And those, who knew, but didn't reach
Fell asleep on the road to paradise
PilOt - Blues
(Big Petersburg blues!!!)
Saint-Petersburg, ringing of bells
On Rubenstein St. 13, I was born 2nd
And if god gave you talent to write on the walls of a toilet
In Piter you're an artist in the underground style
This city will take off your heart's load
Take out your guitar and get a ticket to the Big Petersburg Blues
Here if you're not greedy - you're allowed everything
Here every girl has the face of a queen
Here are millions of ideas and thousands of opinions
Here are all my friends and every first is a genius
Here there's enough muses for everyone
Here the stars are born, completing the Big Petersburg Blues
This city gave me my star
I won't lie - here's it's almost like paradise
And moving in flatbed cars around the land
You'll always wonder how the weather is in Piter
Neva waits for you, if you're not a glutton or coward
Come stand on this holy land and sing with us the Big Petersburg Blues
Ryba, Krot i Svin'ya
PilOt - Fish, Mole and Pig
Listen here!
Should this really happen so?
Will you feed with yourself
The hungry, shedding dogs?
To pity the cut hands?!
To feed your own "want"
On squares,
In the hands of your girlfriends!
Always to be existing in the state
Of coming to your senses!
Fish, mole and pig
Are granted the power to judge you!
Fish, mole and pig
Three laws drag everything under themselves!
---
Listen here!
Sit! Quiet in the corner!
While they're giving you
Your cardboard rights and feed!
Shimmer, like a star,
You're more valuable for health, will,
And for freedom!
And sow your light, where three brothers
Conspiring, came together to have a bit of you
Fish, mole and pig
Are granted the power to judge you!
Fish, mole and pig...
FEAR, LIES AND GREED,
THAT'S THE THREE EVILS
THAT ARE DEVOURING YOU!
---
Play, guitar, sing!
Ring, bass!
Spin, baseless week!
Snoring, break the rows
Into snotty, fat mouths
Abandon forgiveness and spit from your soul
It's so hard,
Where with the whip and candy
The three guard you!
Fish, mole and pig
Are granted the power to judge you!
Fish, mole and pig
Three laws drag everything under themselves!
-
Pineappled
2006-04-03 15:02:12
A group of three men are walking, exhausted and starved, through a forest when a band of tribal men jump out and ambush them. They capture the three men and take them back to their King. From what the three men gather, this is a cannibal tribe.
"You three have a challenge!" the King says to them. "It will be in two parts. If you fail at either one, we will kill you and eat you. First, you will gather ten of any fruit you desire. It can be any fruit, but there must be ten of them."
After a few hours, the first man has returned with ten apples.
"Your second task is to take your fruits and shove all of them up your rectum. Any display of emotion while doing so will cause you to fail and you will be killed."
The man gulps and starts. After finishing the fourth one, he winces slightly, and is immediately speared.
The second man comes back not long after. The King informs him of his next task. The second man isn't too concerned, because he had brought back ten small berries.
He starts, and has finished the ninth berry when he bursts out laughing and is killed.
In Heaven, the first man finds the second man.
"Why the hell did you laugh? You were almost done!!"
The second man replied, "I know... but I saw the last guy coming... and he had pineapples." -
AMV completed
2005-11-13 19:54:53
http://www.animemusicvideos.org/members/members_videoinfo.php?v=96612
A bit late, but oh well.
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