| Автор | Заброшенный Особняк |
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Вай-вай-вай) шалишь)
*Люстра с мелодичным звоном разбивается о пол, яро машу крыльями, чтоб не упасть* |
| *разминает пальцы, хорошенько вцепилась перед падением. Стряхнула каменную крошку с крыльев.* |
Maybe I didn't treat you
Quite as good as I should have
Maybe I didn't love you
Quite as often as I could have
Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time
You were always on my mind
(You were always on my mind)
You were always on my mind
Maybe I didn't hold you
All those lonely, lonely times
And I guess I never told you
I'm so happy that you're mine
If I make you feel second best
Girl, I'm so sorry I was blind
You were always on my mind
(You were always on my mind)
You were always on my mind
Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died
Give me, give me one more chance
To keep you satisfied, satisfied
Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time |
| *пою, понижая голос* |
Yeah I own this beat
You can call me the king or the ruler
Felon on bass, getting hoarse at the mic
We're getting 20 percent cooler
We had a great day out
Calling my name like Ferris Bueller
It's time to wrap this up
We're getting 20 percent cooler
7 colors in your hair
Get your boots on dear 'cause we're going out there
Don't care bout the dress code
Put it on, let's go
Girls go wild 'cause we're going "al fresco"
Ha!
No need to perform
Hands on our bodies gonna keep our skills warm
We need social reform 'cause we're just so criminal
Linguist subliminal, damages minimal
Top percentile, largest fraction
Massive attraction, girl-on-girl action
Stop that, I'm gonna need a redaction
Drop that, you already got your reaction
Me? I'm gonna keep on smiling
You? You're gonna need restyling
I got the quote back
From the jeweler
You're getting 20 percent cooler
Yeah I own this beat
You can call me the king or the ruler
Felon on bass, getting hoarse at the mic
We're getting 20 percent cooler
We had a great day out
Calling my name like Ferris Bueller
It's time to wrap this up
We're getting 20 percent cooler
We're getting 20 percent cooler! x4
Shhhhhhhh
Reduce that treble
There's an 8 or 9 who think they're on my level
Like a rebel in a bunker getting shelled with a mortar
Bump up and down cause I think you ought'a
Place your hand on my thigh
Don't be coy, I can hear you sigh
Grinding your hips, I'll be flashing my pink
And in ten seconds flat you'll be back with a drink
Wooo!
Bring out the Bacardi
Twilight, Sparkle, up in the party
Tap that, like a phone in the cold war
Room on the third floor, knocking at my front door
Me? I'm kind of a rarity
You? Work that dexterity
Lean back now, here's what I meant
Getting cooler by 20 percent
Yeah I own this beat
You can call me the king or the ruler
Felon on bass, getting hoarse at the mic
We're getting 20 percent cooler
We had a great day out
Calling my name like Ferris Bueller
It's time to wrap this up
We're getting 20 percent cooler
We're getting 20 percent cooler! x4
Yeah I own this beat
You can call me the king or the ruler
Felon on bass, getting hoarse at the mic
We're getting 20 percent cooler
We had a great day out
Calling my name like Ferris Bueller
It's time to wrap this up
We're getting 20 percent cooler |
| Милота :) |
| Угу.)) |
я про песенку) Она забавная)
Но Элвис круче |
| Мне не так уж и по нраву. |
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1. Skoragh[14] 30
Ого. Как же меня так угораздило? |
для Шидха:
а ни кто и не заставляет. Бе-бе-бе)
*сел на осколки, ищу целые* |
Да попробовал бы ещё позаставлять, бгг.))
Она же со свечами.. какие целые.. свечи ищешь?
оО |
| Да. Свечи. Хочу сходить в чулан за гитарой |
(If I had a world of my own
everything will be nonsense)
(Nothing will be what it is
because everything will be what it isn't)
I invite you to a world where
there is no such thing as time
And every creature lends themselves
to change your state of mind
And the girl that chase the rabbit
drank the wine and took the pill
Has locked herself in limb
to see how it truly feels
To stand outside your virtue
No one can ever hurt you
Or so they say
Her name is Alice
She crawls into the window
Shaped in shadows
Alice
And even though she is dreaming, she knows
Sometimes the curiosity can kill the soul
but leave the pain
And every ounce of innocence is left
inside her brain
And through the looking glass we see
she’s painfully returned
But now off with her head I fear
is everyone's concern
You see there's no real ending
It's only the beginning
Come out and play
Her name is Alice
She crawls into to the window
Shaped in shadows
Alice
And even though she is dreaming
She’s a locked for meaning for you
This kingdom good riddance
good freedom and innocence
Has brought this whole thing down
Her name is Alice
She crawls into to the window
Shaped in shadows
Alice
And even though she is dreaming
Shes a locked for meaning
Shes a locked for meaning for you
(In contrary was what it is it wouldn't be)
(And what it wouldn't be it would)
(You see)
:3 |
| *принес гитару... подыгрываю Шидхен* |
*почему то играю именно соло из Smoke on the water*
They burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky Claude was running in and out
Pulling kids out the ground
When it all was over
We had to find another place
But Swiss time was running out
It seemed that we would lose the race
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky, smoke on the water |
Here he is the electro gypsy
In his caravan
It's the future man
See him play a tune upon his Yamaha
A guitar won't do
They are to old skool
Watch him going door to door
Selling Pegs and lucky heather
Dropping fine electric beats
Wearing trousers made of leather
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Moog and a Casio
Here he is the electro gypsy
He stands motionless
While he drops a melody
Plays future music long into the night
Till his fingers bleed
Well that's alright
Watch him going door to door
Selling Pegs and lucky heather
Dropping fine electric beats
Wearing trousers made of leather
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Moog and a Casio
Yamaha
Yamaha
Yamaha
Yamaha
There he goes the Electro Gypsy
Everywhere he goes
He needs to take a generator
Power is not
What he craves my friend
It's just the means to
His electro end
Here he is the electro gypsy
In his caravan
It's the future man
See him play a tune upon his Yamaha
A guitar won't do
They are to old skool
Watch him going door to door
Selling bags of lucky heather
Dropping fine electric beats
Wearing trousers made of leather
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Moog and a Casio
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Moog and a Casio
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Moog and a Casio
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Moog and a Casio
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Moog and a Casio
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Moog and a Casio
Here he is the electro gypsy
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Moog and a Casio
Here he is the electro gypsy
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Moog and a Casio
!!! |
Точно! Там же поется про Отель на берегу озера, который сгорел от неумелого обращения с фейрверками.
Надо повторить! благо особняк, благо озеро тигриное |
Casio
У меня часы этой фирмы 0_о |
| Бывает.. омг, я засыпаю. |
