понедельник, 26 сентября 2005
Как уже упоминалось, вначале был Амок. И был у Амока демо-альбом Стальная Дева. Альбом передавал ощущения человека, запертого в ментальной стальной деве
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Середина декабря, три дня без горячей воды....
A Lack of Warm
I can`t wash cuz hot water is warm
I can`t turn a valve cuz ice has covered my arm
No one can understand my lack of warm
No possibility to hear unconscious alarm
My soul is colder than a fridge
And can`t cross this slip bridge
My frozen heart will not ever beat
It will never again get the right rhythm
Chorus:
I need some term up
To be able to go upstairs
I need some sense up
To stop my mind decays
I need some make up
To get ice crust from my lashes
I need to break up
Lying glasses of my wishes
Black snow has a very strange structure
I don`t know anything that could attack her
Black snow is covering my body around
Why it`s not just falling on the ground?
I want to get adequate quantity of oil
To swim in a lake where I will boil
I know it wouldn`t liquid my feels
But it will bleach out all of my fears
Chorus
Chorus:
I need some term up
I need some sense up
I need some make up
I need to break up
Странная штука... Хотел про одно, а получилось про наркотики...
Calories
Снижаешь дозу каждый день
Надеясь избавиться от заразы
Но с каждым днем она лишь сильней
Рвет изнутри, вызывая экстазы
Весы показали, что этого много
Твой мозг говорит, что этого мало
Две лишние цифры сведут в могилу
А жили так, мало дышали так мало
Всю жизнь на счетчик до смерти бороться
А мысли все лезут, как на нож напороться
Вся жизнь под прицелом стального друга
Когда его нет, мы не видим друг друга
Улет, отдаленье, ломка, паденье
Шикарно-опасное приключенье
Наш разум плющит, прет и колбасит
В глазах твоих электричество гасят
Нервы ни к черту здоровие в ноль
Зайди за черту и познаешь боль
Человительность~ кукла в наших руках
В аду не вспомнят о наших грехах
~Человечность+чувствительность
Первый мощный текст. С одной стороны про любовь, с другой просто о чуЙствах... Как и многие мои лучшие вещи был написан на уроке алгебры под монотонный высокий голос моей горячо любимой учительницу — Лидии Федоровны.
Esc|ape to No(w)here
Sun is shining
It`s blinding my eyes
Brain is bawling
And I want to disguise
My world is watering
Cuz she loves me not
Reckonings are falling
My throat is in knot
This is not the world that I want
But it's the only world that I have
And I can`t say to myself "don`t"
So I`m scissoring my nerve
This is not the world that you want
But it`s the only world that we have
They could live here, but I won`t
I`m the one, who their vultures wouldn`t have
Snow is raining
Rivers are burning
My castle is crashing
No strength for enduring
My fault is your pain
Your pain is my blame
We are suffering in vain
It`s a very strange game
This is not the world that I want
But it's the only world that I have
My point of view is as big as my thought
My thought is the largest that I ever had
This is not the world that you want
But it`s the only world that we have
Be careful when you look from the top
The bottom scene is what you deserve
Самое начало сентября. Тогда был такой период времени (да и сейчас есть), что одни мои друзья надух переносили других... Приходилось между ними разрываться, а это было сложно ввиду ограниченности времени...
Facing Friendship
I've fucked all your relationships
I don't want to play your games
I just want you to understand
That you are all my friends
(Chorus)
I love you all
Girls and boys
And it doesn`t matter
If you are enemies
I love you all
Girls and boys
When you hate one another
You want me too
You hate her
She hates him
He hates you
And it's a fucking circle
I don't want to run it over
I just want to run it out
I just want you to understand
That you are all my friends
(Chorus)
You are my friends
Your enemies too
I've fucked all your relationships
Please, don't make me hate all of you
Урок алгебры 
. Суть вроде и так ясна.
Grave
Day for day
One hundred years passed
And the grey
Is a color of this mass
Words to think
I still keep in my head
Left no things
That could make me glad
And no one I have met
Besides some who were dead
Chorus:
My way is passing through the heaven
But first I have to lay in grave and
There I should slowly decay
Yeah, that's shit but only way
Year for year
The whole life has gone
I don't know where
Is my prodigal son
He forgot me
Like my faithless wife
Now I am free
Nothing holds me in this life
And in soil I can dive
To calm down the roaches hive
Chorus
At the dusk
I'm feeling so all in
And my mask
Is cracking cuz it's thin
I have built
The house that has to fell
It's my guilt
I will never get well
I hear thunder bell
Calling me to hell
Chorus:
My way to hell is through the heaven
Paradise gates are locked forever
I have to end my way
To the place where I could stay
А это Митя постарался. Ёлочка hardcore version. Орется гроулом
Hellочка
(by Mitya-k)
В лесу родился кто?
В лесу родился кто?
- Ёлка! Ёлка!
Где она росла?
Где она росла?
- В лесу! В лесу!
Какой она была?
Какой она была?
- Стройной! Стройной!
Зимой она была?
Зимой она была?
- Зеленой! Зеленой!
Метель и мороз -
Это прекрасно.
Зеленая тварь
Умрет ненапрасно!
Кто пел песню ей?
Кто пел песню ей?
- Метель! Метель!
"Спи ёлка!
Бай!
Спи ёлка!
Die!"
Кто укутал ее?
Кто укутал ее?
- Мороз! Мороз!
Замерзай!
Die!
Праздник придет,
Будет веселье...
Ёлку убьет
Топор без сожаленья!
O, Christmas tree
O, Christmas tree
O, Christmas tree
O, Christmas tree
Сие творение писалось около недели. Просто рифмованный бред с претензие на глубокий подсмысл. Музка на него было написана, но кусочками. На моей памяти целиком оно игралось раза 2 или 3. В конечной версии предполагалось, что это будет продолжаться минут 15 
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Mess Age
(Chorus)
This is my message
About your mess age
About your money
About your hate
This is my message
About an age
That you cannot manage
Because of man`s age
Aged teens go down with drugs
Turned around and nailed with darts
Smelling like abortion mud
Sold their souls for anthill fun
Everlasting wars constant bacillus
Infinite games with vaseline
Killing mob with your "peacemaker" gun
Story about this will be never undone
Falling rain and raising hell
This machine is bloodly well
My religion is your relict
Get hands off of my district
Sky is green and clouds are red
No reason to medicate pet
Licking fingers when they are sick
Sprinter stumbles over his dick
(Chorus)
Compact disks in compromise
You`ll be shamed of things you miss
Fucking tired to heal yourself
Throwing garbage on the shelf
Open my wrists for red milk
Then tie up with virgin silk
Work made monkey into man
Make man into horse it can
Middle Ages has gone too far
They`re just flashing like a star
Baby, don`t go walk in night
You will never meet a knight
Phone is ringing and it`s thinking
That everyone in the house is drinking
TV shows and watches itself
No one wants to fuck himself
(Chorus)
My wallpapers are black black black
Bottom of depression is what I lack
Holistic picture of wryness
My foundation is deep less
Deflowered city with routine
Is very good base for margarine
Salve it on the bread of rape
It`s the best sandwich you ever ate
Underground is dead like a kebab sheep
Cuz it`s granted by censorship
There`s no prohibitions and no will to say
Regime is ideal for nowadays
Black man stands behind the grey
Grey is standing in a bay
Evident leader is a souvenir
Face is on the screen mind is outta here
(Chorus)
Learning learning and learning again
Use your brain as hard as you can
Learning learning and learning again
You won`t have enough money to buy a can
I don`t care of your social position
I know all blunders in your mission
If you won`t do something useful
Everyone will know that you`re fool
When you turn on your receivers
You can hear convinced believers
You can find out something that
Could make your skin very wet
I think it is sufficiently to sing
About all this humans being
We are couriers of music
That I think is not very freak
I've ended my message
About your mess age
About your hope
About your cage
I've ended my message
About an age
That will be same
From age to age
Наследие Fly Blow.
Roasted Brains
"What are you cooking, mommy?"
"I'm roasting your brains"
Our brains are being roasted
But we don't know what to do
Old deceivers tell us that we need it
But I don't believe them, do you?
They are trying to fill us
With they decayed ideas and ideals
"Don't forget to salt it!"
We don't ask you to change yourself
But just stop roasting our brains
We are trying to save ourselves
But you only warm your pans
"The dinner is ready!"
Look what they've done with you
You are roasted, toasted, olden
You have no way to progress
But if you have a peace of brain
That isn't cooked well
You could feel your own pain
"Ketchup or mustard?"
We don't ask you to change yourself
But just stop roasting our brains
We are trying to save ourselves
But you only warm your pans
"You are the best cooker in the whole world, mommy!"
И снова Fly Blow, но в обработке Мити... Дело как было: пришел он домой в нетрезвом состоянии, взял в руки изначальный текст, подумал и переписал. Классная вещчь.
RUST
(with Mitya-k)
I look at you and see the RUST
It is so pretty, it looks so nice
It would destroy us into DUST
It is not big, but it arises
RUST is growing and it is going
To substitute you and substitute me
It wants only to rescue pressure
To our consonance and reality
(Chorus:
I hope it`s just a spot of dirt
I hope it wouldn`t ever grow
But you`re wearing rusted skirt
It means that I can`t resist more)
RUST is covering our life
It is created for stealing our souls
But my generation must stay alive
To understand and kill it all
Doctors say that it`s incurable
Scientists say that it`s unusual
And I can`t stand stuff putting me
Cuz they are living by illusion
(Chorus)
(Bridge:
I'm too tired of lie too tired of truth
I don't want to die in this confuse
I want to understand what I have become
Where is a real land on which side I should come
Kill me now while I'm still alive
There is no reason to live such life
Hide your body cuz I can`t stand along
And I can`t give a sign cuz RUST destroyed a gong)
Blood is dropped from my veins
RUST has destroyed my brains
I am standing on the verge
Life by Death will be smashed)
(Chorus)
Панк.
School
The childhood is over
Farewell kindergarten
You're going to school
You're going to be cool
There you will know what means word "cataclysm"
And you will get right tuned eye prism
There you will be taught what's good what's bad
You'll know the best time when you should go to bed
You will understand how filthy was old regime
And your head will be pointed on a mainstream
In school corridors you can't have any dreams
You will be bad boy if teacher will hear your scream
The childhood is over
Farewell kindergarten
You're going to school
You're going to be cool
It would be fine for you to be the same
One step aside and you will be ashame
No difference what marks have you got
Be disciplined and you will be god
White chalk leaves traces on a blackboard
You ought to watch it or you will be over the board
You should see the only way that they show you
If you will have no own mind then they will love you
The childhood is over
Farewell kindergarten
You're going to school
You're going to be cool
Destroying you forming your personality
Killing your spirit disassembling humanity
Ideal student - ideal work man
You're in trap from the first year till the tenth
I don't know why it calls education
This system leaves no chance to salvation
I have enough serious reasons
To call all the schools just the prisons
Снова Fly Blow, снова обработка Мити.
Sleep
(by Groin with Mitya-k)
Stars on the skys
Lit light in my eyes
Sleeping snow city
Sleep and can see
Dreams will come true
My baby sleeps too
Dark night never comes
Close please your eyes
Stars on the skys
Lit light in my eyes
Sleeping snow city
Sleep and can see
Don't try to see the crime
Cuz you have not much time
Don't try to hear alien voice
Die in silence that's best choice
(Bridge)
Deep sleep is not death
Bed is not grave
Come on! Wake up!
Snow is melt out
Stars on the skys
Lit light in my eyes
Sleeping snow city
His life was so pity...
За время Амока это одно из моих любимых.
Wrapper
I feel so good in my wrapper
There is warm and soft
I feel so good in my wrapper
There is no dust and noise
I feel so good in my wrapper
There are no razor blades
I feel so good in my wrapper
But it's very hard to breath!!!
No rain drops
And no sun shines
No bad news
And no good things
No cold wind
And no finger prints
No razor blades
But it's very hard to breath!!!
My wrapper is feinting feelings' jail
I can't scratch it with my sharpest nail
That day I was so frightened I put
My soul in wrapper like cold food
I thought it would be fine
But it's very hard to breath!!!
No rain drops
But it's very hard to breath!!!
No bad news
But it's very hard to breath!!!
No cold wind
But it's very hard to breath!!!
No razor blades
But it's very hard to breath!!!
I feel so good
It's very hard to breath!!!
I feel so good
It's very hard to breath!!!
I feel so good
It's very hard to breath!!!
I feel so good
It's very hard to breath!!!
I feel so good in my wrapper
I feel so good in my wrapper
О вреде надежды. Сказано хреново, но из песни слов не выкинешь.
Безнадеждный
Если ты чего-то не можешь принять
Не пускай все на самотек
Если есть проблемы, то надо решать
Само собой ничего не пройдет
Надо уметь переносить то, чего нельзя избежать
Иначе ты накроешься медным тазом
Не пытайся с помощью надежды сбежать
Она никого не спасала ни разу
Chorus:
Если она оправдается,
Тебе очень крупно повезет,
Надежда умирает последней
Но тот, кто надеется, тоже умрет
Опасность угрожает тем, кто ее боится
Лютейший враг человека - это он сам
В пустыне жизни надеждой не напиться
Она всегда будет лишь стекать по усам
Надежда - хороший завтрак, но плохой ужин.
И я не думаю что, он тебе так уж нужен
Ничто так не вредит, как возлагаемые надежды
Из-за них ты останешься без одежды
Chorus:
Тебе на помощь никто не придет
Надежда тебя на куски разорвет
А я - безнадеждный чудак
В этом мире больном наведу кавардак
Кто-то скажет, что без надежды
Нельзя никак человеку прожить
А я тебе скажу, что это море безбрежно
И ты сам себя в нем будешь топить
Тебя охватит ужас перед фактом
Который ты не сможешь обойти
Страх реальности это трактор
Который стоит у тебя на пути
Chorus:
Надежда всегда умирает последней
Но тот, кто надеется, тоже умрет
А я - безнадеждный чудак
В этом мире больном наведу кавардак
Одна из последних вещей написанных для Амока. После нее я начал писать просто стихи.
Многогранники
А мы живем в многогранниках
Да мы и сами как они
Гудит вода в умывальнике
От недостатка любви
Но не крути ты краники
А то упустишь ее всю
Да не крути ж ты краники
Кому сказал, мать твою!
У нас и так за воду счет
Больше чем наш дом
Сантехник клапан завернет
И не помоешься потом
Ты что не помнишь как у нас
Отрубил электрик ток
Тогда уж был отключен газ
И телефон давно замолк
Ведь говорил мне автомат
Что аппарат отключит он
И до двадцатого числа
Внести я должен долг за звон
А мы живем себе живем
Но мы не знаем, как нам жить
Ведь если мы на все забьем
Нас могут просто выселить
А мы живем в многогранниках
Да мы и сами как они
А мы такие же квадратные
От недостатка любви
@музыка:
Iron Maiden
@настроение:
Осоловевшее
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03.10.2005 в 11:46-
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03.10.2005 в 16:03Спасибо. Приятно знать, что мое творчество для кого-то информативно.