За тежката музика
Модератори: Djigit, Rigor Mortis
Re: За тежката музика
Едно традиционно гърлено монголско фолкче
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Re: За тежката музика
Като ги гледам тия ,се за ''Лудия Макс''
и ''ДуумсДей'' се сещам
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и ''ДуумсДей'' се сещам
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Re: За тежката музика
Някой доста се е постарал с това клипче,изглежда не само на мен ми се е привиждал Мел Гибсън
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Re: За тежката музика
Айде една кака да туриме за кеф
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Re: За тежката музика
Владивостошките ''кисс''-ЧЕРНЫЙ МАРШАЛЛ с апокрифното пЪрче- ''мой бронежилет''
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Re: За тежката музика
Нещичко за Лека Нощ
текст:Sleeping in the parks,
playing songs on your guitar
Eating lots of flowers, protesting against war
Having sex all day and drinking cheap wine
Yeah, I bet you guys had a hell of a time
Chorus:
The last of the Hippies is finally dead
He was found in a ditch
with tiretracks in his neck
The last of the Hippies is finally dead
He was found in a tree,
a rope around his neck
Well, if you think you can still do that today
I wish you the best of luck
and suggest you start to pray
Cause maybe in the sixties
you ruled the streets
Nowadays, Hippies are something
we don't need!
... That we don't need!
... And get those stupid sandals off your feet!
Chorus
... Oh yeah, and by the way - I shot Lennon!
Today's world has nuthin' more to offer for you
Why don't you find yourself
a nice little cage in the zoo
Because behind bars is where you belong
And when you finally die,
we'll sing you this song
You should be preserved and be put in a jar
Skin your face and sell it and sell it as rare art
And just to show you that we're human,
We won't let you die in pain
We'll just feed you to the needs of Mr. Ed Gain
текст:Sleeping in the parks,
playing songs on your guitar
Eating lots of flowers, protesting against war
Having sex all day and drinking cheap wine
Yeah, I bet you guys had a hell of a time
Chorus:
The last of the Hippies is finally dead
He was found in a ditch
with tiretracks in his neck
The last of the Hippies is finally dead
He was found in a tree,
a rope around his neck
Well, if you think you can still do that today
I wish you the best of luck
and suggest you start to pray
Cause maybe in the sixties
you ruled the streets
Nowadays, Hippies are something
we don't need!
... That we don't need!
... And get those stupid sandals off your feet!
Chorus
... Oh yeah, and by the way - I shot Lennon!
Today's world has nuthin' more to offer for you
Why don't you find yourself
a nice little cage in the zoo
Because behind bars is where you belong
And when you finally die,
we'll sing you this song
You should be preserved and be put in a jar
Skin your face and sell it and sell it as rare art
And just to show you that we're human,
We won't let you die in pain
We'll just feed you to the needs of Mr. Ed Gain
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Re: За тежката музика
Имам нужда от помощ - кое е това парче? Търся оригинала на песента, съжалявам за отвратителното качество...
"Как вървиш пътя към целта е по-важно и от пътя и от целта!"
Re: За тежката музика
Борка,дай някви жокери,напрягах се да слушам ама не ми звучи като нещо познато,сигурен ли си ,че е кавър?BorisPetrov написа:Имам нужда от помощ - кое е това парче? Търся оригинала на песента, съжалявам за отвратителното качество...
Адее, малко турски психиделии пускам:
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