Пост N: 132
Зарегистрирован: 31.05.06
Откуда: РОССИЯ, Москва
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Отправлено: 31.05.07 01:45. Заголовок: Re:
Чушь какая-то! Я раньше был раводушен к классической(Бах, Шопен, Чайковский и пр.) музыке (когда еще на пластинках), но сейчас, когда послушал эту музыку в отличном(!) исполнении(акустика и все прочее), то вся нынешняя и не совсем(XXвек, вторая половина) музыка, мне кажется, пронизана негритянской, первобытной, дикой ритмикой, которая возбуждает в человеке ИЗЛИШНЮЮ агрессию к окружающему миру! Классика, при внимательном прослушивании (а иное невозможно), в душе человеческой возбуждает - мир, восторг, какие-то ХОРОШИЕ ЧЕЛОВЕЧЕСКИЕ чувства, желание сделать ДОБРОЕ!
Пост N: 135
Зарегистрирован: 31.05.06
Откуда: РОССИЯ, Москва
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Отправлено: 31.05.07 15:26. Заголовок: Re:
Witch пишет:
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БАК_,позвольте Вам сделать приятное)
Вы наверное слегка ошиблись - первый клип, с неграми на машинах, это ужас! А вот второй клип - это действительно - превосходно, спасибо за него - и музыка понравилась и исполнительница симпатичная!
Rank 1 - Such Is Life (Live @ Sensation 2001) - Гимн фестиваля, в исполнении грандов, с красивым вокалом очаровательной брюнетки в белом... Улетное зрелище, видео версию и текст смотрим в разделе романтиQ музыки!
Piece by piece I release Once was mine Now undone Turned blue like new Orleans And went down like A southern sun I still feel you Beneath my skin I am tempted To throw my senses in cos its easier to fly Than to face another night in southern sun And your love is all around (x2) In the air to set me free Set me free You last like a song Im deflated I am pieces on the wind Unrelated I still feel you Beneath my skin I am tempted To throw my senses in cos its easier to fly Than to face another night in southern sun And your love is all around In the air to set me free Set me free cos its easier to fly Set me free
You came in from the darkness and held the door open wide You stood there like a vision before my unbelieving eyes I believe in what I see and also what I hear But did the night play tricks on me or were you really there.
Am I being hypnotised Feeling like Im hypnotised Am I being hypnotised Feeling like Im hypnotised
Fear has gripped my heart and I am whispering out your name Can you hear the silence screaming do they sound the same
Am I being hypnotised Feeling like Im hypnotised Am I being hypnotised Feeling like Im hypnotised
Am I being hypnotised Feeling like Im hypnotised Am I being hypnotised Feeling like Im hypnotised
You came in from the darkness and held the door open wide You stood there like a vision before my unbelieving eyes I believe in what I see and also what I hear But did the night play tricks on me or were you really there.
Am I being hypnotised Feeling like Im hypnotised Am I being hypnotised Feeling like Im hypnotised
Bass! How low can you go? Death row what a brother knows Once again, back is the incredible The rhyme animal The incredible D. Public Enemy number one Five-O said "Freeze!" and I got numb Can't I tell 'em that I really never had a gun? But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun Now they got me in a cell 'cause my records they sell 'Cause a brother like me said "Well Farrakhan's a prophet and I think you ought to listen to What he can say to you, what you ought to do" Follow for now, power to the people say, "Make a miracle. D, pump the lyrical" Black is back, all in, we're gonna win Check it out, yeah y'all, here we go again
Chorus: Turn it up! Bring tha noize!
Never badder than bad 'cause the brother is madder than mad At the fact that's corrupt as a senator Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope 'Cause the beats in the lines are so dope Listen for lessons I'm saying inside music that the critics are blasting me for They'll never care for the brothers and sisters now across the country has us up for the war
We got to demonstrate, come on now, they're gonna have to wait Till we get it right Radio Stations I question their blackness They call themselves black, but we'll see if they play this
Chorus
Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me My deejay is warm, he's X, I call him Norm, ya know He can cut a record from side to side So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer than a suicide Soul control, beat is the father of your rock'n'roll Music for whatcha, for whichin', you call a band, man Makin' a music, abuse it, but you can't do it, ya know You call 'em demos, but we ride limos, too Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you Beat is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono Run DMC first said a deejay could be a band Stand on its feet, get you out your seat Beat is for Eric B, and L.L. as well, hell Wax is for Anthrax, still it can rock bells Ever forever, universal, it will sell Time for me to exit, Terminator X-it
Chorus
From coast to coast, so you stop being like a comatose 'Stand, my man? The beat's the same with a boast dose Rock with some pizzazz, it will last why you ask? Roll with the rock stars, still never get accepted as We got to pleed the fifth, we can investigate Don't need to wait, get the record straight Hey, posse's in effect, got the Flavor Terminator X to sign checks, play to get paid We got to check it out down on the avenue A magazine or two is dissing me and dissing you Yeah, I'm telling you
Can I change my mind did I think things through It was once my life - it was my life at one time
Got up early, found something's missing my only name. No one else sees but I got stuck, and soon forever came. Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed. Who am I this time, where's my name I guess it crept away.
No one's calling for me at the door. And unpredictable won't bother anymore. And silently gets harder to ignore. Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see. What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me. Just let it go, what now can never be.
I forgot that I might see, So many beautful things. I forgot that I might need, to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same. God won't waste this simplicity on possibility. Get me up, wake me up, dreams are filling this trace of blame. Frozen still I thought I could stop, now who's gonna wait.
No one's calling for me at the door. and unpredictable won't bother anymore. and silently gets harder to ignore. look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see. what's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me. just let it go, what now can never be.
Now what do I do can I change my mind did I think things through
There's a coldness in the air but i don't care.... (Embrace me...surround me)
Travelling somewhere could be anywhere there's a coldness in the air but i don't care we drift deeper life goes on we drift deeper into the sound
(Embrace me...surround me.. as the rush..)
Travelling somewhere could be anywhere there's a coldness in the air yeah but i don't care we drift deeper into the song life goes on we drift deeper into the sound feeling strong
so bring it on so bring it onnnn we drift deeper into the song life goes on we drift deeper into the sound feeling strong so bring it on so bring it onnnn we drift deeper........
we drift deeper life goes on we drift deeper drift deeper we drift deeper into the song life goes on we drift deeper into the sound feeling strong so bring it on so bring it onnnn we drift deeper into the song life goes on we drift deeper into the sound feeling strong so bring it on so bring it onnnn
embrace me .. surround me as the rush comes [ x 8 ]
as the rush comes as the rush comes as the rush comes...
In this farewell, There’s no blood, There’s no alibi. ‘Cause I’ve drawn regret, From the truth, Of a thousand lies.
So let mercy come, And wash away…
What I’ve Done. I’ll face myself, To cross out what I’ve become. Erase myself, And let go of what I've done.
Put to rest, What you thought of me. While I clean this slate, With the hands, Of uncertainty.
So let mercy come, And wash away…
What I’ve Done. I’ll face myself, To cross out what I’ve become. Erase myself, And let go of what I've done.
For What I’ve Done
I start again, And whatever pain may come. Today this ends, I’m forgiving what I’ve done. I’ll face myself, To cross out what I’ve become. Erase myself, And let go of what I’ve done. What I’ve done.
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