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Enslaved - Tides of Chaos

Clann Lir - My son in Amerikay
Ха. Я здесь мотив узнал. Этот мотив был использован в какой-то дурацкой песне откуда-то из камеди-клаба или ещё хз где, называется "Серёжа молодец". школьники её пели постоянно. Вот там оказывается кельтский мотив использован

Таки из КВНа, двенадцатилетней давности.

Мельница - Сказка о Дьяволе
Мельница - Дракон

да ну? КВН? аще офигеть.
Чего тогда мои слоупоки-одноклассники её пели в начале предыдущего года?

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Clann Lir - My son in Amerikay
забавный текст х)

A long time ago in the county Mayo, this story it first began
Before emigration was finally cured by the First Economical Plan
A brave young man had to leave his home and sail all over the sea
But he got well paid in the building trade at the shores of Americay

He got on very well but he sent nothing home and his mother began to think
That may be he'd run away with a blonde or spent all his money on drink!
She wrote him a letter and folded it up and sent it straight away
And on the cover she carefully wrote "To me son in Americay!"

And the postman collected this letter she wrote and he drove in his van to Cork
And he placed it on board on the ship at Cobh that landed it in New York
Sure there was the whiskey and everything else - the mailbags lay on the quay
And among the rest was this letter addressed "To my son in Americay"

And American postmen, I needn't relate, they are rather like me and you
And when at last to this letter they came, sure they didn't know what to do
Well they looked up all the official lists, they had nothing to say
There was no directory could help them to find her son in Americay!

So it laid at the office for years and years and it made all the boys a laugh
Until one day it found some use - in the training of the staff
And to every new postman that came on the job it was shown as Example Three
That was "Insufficiently addressed to 'Me Son in Americay'"!

But the son he got older and wiser too and one day to himself he said
"How are things going with me mother at home, is she alive or dead?"
He walked 'round the blocks to the GPO, there he stood with his cap in his hand
"Well be any chance would there be a letter for me from me Mother in Ireland?"

"Oh Yes! Kind sir - and here it is - we've been waiting for you for years!
We knew that someday someone would come from Cork or even Donegal
For two hundred million that are living now in the whole of the USA
For mother in Ireland that carefully wrote to the 'Son in Americay'

The Beatles - Ждите

Black Lab – Связанные

Дни тянутся, ночи сменяют дни, всё одинаково,
Одна неделя, две недели – всё проходит,
Я знаю, ты знаешь, что мы связаны.
Слишком грустно, слишком медленно, ничего не меняется,
Я прихожу, ты уходишь, кто виноват,
И почему ты не видишь, что мы всегда будем связаны,
Потому что я не верю, что есть какой-то способ, которым мы могли бы быть разделены.

Angels & Airwaves - Луна – мой свидетель

Эстетическое совершенство – вся красота разрушена
красиво

Metallia - Bleeding Me.

Дракониане - Нет большей печали.

От первого до последнего – ...И у всех нас есть свой ад.

Draconian - 2008 "Turning Season Within"


My Own Private Alaska – After You
Барабаны, пианино и скримо. That's all.

Начало альбома удивило неприятно... благо, дальше пошли отличные композиции, которым даже подпевать хочется (важный критерий, кстати).

50 Cent – In Da Club
X)
Скачаю себе.

Hypocrizy - Left to Rot
Волк, как ты такое слушаешь?!