"People could not believe what I'd become..."

[Джуди]

Музыкальные ассоциации на всадников из фика.
Который наконец обрел название! Ей! Хроники несвершившегося Апокалипсиса теперь зовется он. + тэг, да. Ахахахах

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Coldplay — Viva la Vida
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People could not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never honest word
And that was when I ruled the world


Загрязнение

Tom Lehrer - Pollution
If you visit American city,
You will find it very pretty.
Just two things of which you must beware:
Don't drink the water and don't breathe the air.

Pollution, pollution,
They got smog and sewage and mud.
Turn on your tap and get hot and cold running crud.

See the halibuts and the sturgeons
Being wiped out by detergents.
Fish gotta swim and birds gotta fly,
But they don't last long if they try.

Pollution, pollution,
You can use the latest toothpaste,
And then rinse your mouth with industrial waste.

Just go out for a breath of air,
And you'll be ready for Medicare.
The city streets are really quite a thrill.
If the hoods don't get you, the monoxide will.

Pollution, pollution,
Wear a gas mask and a veil.
Then you can breathe, long as you don't inhale.

Lots of things there that you can drink,
But stay away from the kitchen sink.
The breakfast garbage that you throw in to the Bay,
They drink at lunch in San Jose.

So go to the city, see the crazy people there.
Like lambs to the slaughter,
They're drinking the water
And breathing the air.

Fuck Buttons - Sweet Love For Planet Earth

Фруктовый Кефир - Прозевали (Пой, земля)
Прозевали запрыгнуть взглядом на стихи суровых слёз на новую любовь
голый номер лететь в движениях руки, нахмурив бровь.
Пой, земля, твой зелёный лес сегодня опустел, умерли реки...
С болью в горле зову тех, кто не успел.
Выпить чашу, испить лекарственную речь, с любимых губ чарующую чушь
опоздали промокнуть в сказочном вине разлитых мук
Пой, земля твой зелёный лес сегодня опустел, умерли реки...
С болью в горле зову тех, кто не успел.

Загрязнение-который-из-кошмара
Suburban Tribe - Frozen Ashes
I couldn’t stay
nothing more for me to say
inside I feel things words can’t explain

I won’t hurt no more
I built a shockproof exterior
there’s so much I can’t ever let show

And when the last breath of smoke
is fading into the cold moonlight
there’s nothing left to hide but
frozen ashes
when the last breath of smoke
is fading into the cold moonlight
there’s nothing left to hide
it’s time to leave it all behind

I don’t belong
I was told to move along
tried to fit in
I was proven wrong

all the words left unsaid
and all the letters torn up unsent
buried alive in my head

запись создана: 17.03.2014 в 00:15

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