Hazmat Modine. Bahamut
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Hazmat Modine. Bahamut
Подскажите, где можно достать лирику группы "Hazmat Modine".
Английский пока воспринимаю на слух плохо.
Особенно интересует композиция "Bahamut".
ftp://85.249.225.36/Harmonica/Hazmat%20 ... ahamut.mp3
Английский пока воспринимаю на слух плохо.
Особенно интересует композиция "Bahamut".
ftp://85.249.225.36/Harmonica/Hazmat%20 ... ahamut.mp3
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Destruction is not negative, You must destroy to build.
© Einsturzende Neubauten
Destruction is not negative, You must destroy to build.
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Bahamut
(W. Schumon. Zpsygoat-BMI)
Well, Behemoth calls it his own, while Bahamut wanders alone ...
They both go out to play, on that cold and rainy day ...
And Behemoth sings us his song, while Bahamut wanders along,
But in the glory of the spring, you can hear Bahamut sing:
Wo- ho- ho, are you as big as me?
Wo- ho- ho, way too big to see!
Wo- ho- ho, Bahamut, he goes so slow!
Wo- ho- ho, too big for place to go!
The entire known universe floats suspended in a thin silver bowl
which rocks gently on the back of an immense blue-green tortuga.
And the tortuga's scaly feet are firmly placed on the topmost of seven
craggy mountains which arise from a vast and arid plain of drifting
fetid yellow dust. The plain is balanced precariously on the top of a
small thin green acacia tree which grows from the snout of a giant
blood red ox with fifty eyes that breathes flame the color of the midnight sky.
And the ox's hooves are firmly placed on a single grain of sand which floats
in the eye of Bahamut like a mote of dust ...
No one has ever seen Bahamut ...
Some think it's a fish ...
Some think it's a newt ...
All we know is that the lonely Bahamut floats endlessly through all time,
and all space, with all of us, and everything, floating in a single tear of his eye.
Well, Behemoth calls it his own, while Bahamut wanders along ...
They both go out to play, on that cold and rainy day ...
And Behemoth sings us his song, while Bahamut wanders alone,
But in the glory of the fall, you can hear Bahamut call:
Wo- ho- ho, are you as big as me?
Wo- ho- ho, way too big to see!
Wo- ho- ho, Bahamut, he goes so slow!
Wo- ho- ho, too big for place to go!
(W. Schumon. Zpsygoat-BMI)
Well, Behemoth calls it his own, while Bahamut wanders alone ...
They both go out to play, on that cold and rainy day ...
And Behemoth sings us his song, while Bahamut wanders along,
But in the glory of the spring, you can hear Bahamut sing:
Wo- ho- ho, are you as big as me?
Wo- ho- ho, way too big to see!
Wo- ho- ho, Bahamut, he goes so slow!
Wo- ho- ho, too big for place to go!
The entire known universe floats suspended in a thin silver bowl
which rocks gently on the back of an immense blue-green tortuga.
And the tortuga's scaly feet are firmly placed on the topmost of seven
craggy mountains which arise from a vast and arid plain of drifting
fetid yellow dust. The plain is balanced precariously on the top of a
small thin green acacia tree which grows from the snout of a giant
blood red ox with fifty eyes that breathes flame the color of the midnight sky.
And the ox's hooves are firmly placed on a single grain of sand which floats
in the eye of Bahamut like a mote of dust ...
No one has ever seen Bahamut ...
Some think it's a fish ...
Some think it's a newt ...
All we know is that the lonely Bahamut floats endlessly through all time,
and all space, with all of us, and everything, floating in a single tear of his eye.
Well, Behemoth calls it his own, while Bahamut wanders along ...
They both go out to play, on that cold and rainy day ...
And Behemoth sings us his song, while Bahamut wanders alone,
But in the glory of the fall, you can hear Bahamut call:
Wo- ho- ho, are you as big as me?
Wo- ho- ho, way too big to see!
Wo- ho- ho, Bahamut, he goes so slow!
Wo- ho- ho, too big for place to go!
- Grey Wolf
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Супер! Большое, огроменное СПАСИБО!!!
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Destruction is not negative, You must destroy to build.
© Einsturzende Neubauten
Destruction is not negative, You must destroy to build.
© Einsturzende Neubauten
- Grey Wolf
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Очень нравилось в песне слово "Tortuga".
Оказалась, это остров.
"Tortuga or Isla Tortuga, officially Île de la Tortue after the French takeover, is a Caribbean island off the northwest coast of Haiti, constituting the commune of Île de la Tortue, Port-de-Paix arrondissement of the Nord-Ouest Department of Haiti. It is located at 20.0666667° N 72.8166667° W. Its population was 22,080 in 1982 (Britannica online 2006). Its name in both Spanish and French means "Turtle Island" or "Tortoise Island", and it is sometimes called that in English. In the 17th century, it was a major center of piracy."
(c) Wikipedia.org
Оказалась, это остров.
"Tortuga or Isla Tortuga, officially Île de la Tortue after the French takeover, is a Caribbean island off the northwest coast of Haiti, constituting the commune of Île de la Tortue, Port-de-Paix arrondissement of the Nord-Ouest Department of Haiti. It is located at 20.0666667° N 72.8166667° W. Its population was 22,080 in 1982 (Britannica online 2006). Its name in both Spanish and French means "Turtle Island" or "Tortoise Island", and it is sometimes called that in English. In the 17th century, it was a major center of piracy."
(c) Wikipedia.org
Seydel 1847 Classic / Harp Blaster HB52 / Jackson JX-3 / Focusrite Scarlett 8i6 / Mac OS
Destruction is not negative, You must destroy to build.
© Einsturzende Neubauten
Destruction is not negative, You must destroy to build.
© Einsturzende Neubauten
И еще с Bahamut'а:
<b>Yesterday Morning</b>
(W. Schurnan, Zpsygoat-BMI)
Late yesterday morning,
I couldn't get out of bed.
I felt so lonely, felt like I was dead.
Don't you know that I'm sorry?
I know I've done you wrong…
I hope you forgive me -
How long can this go on?
Late yesterday evening,
You know I couldn't sleep.
I want you only - when can we meet?
Don't you know that I need you?
That's no lie.
I want you to need me too,
Till the day you die…
Late yesterday morning,
I couldn't get out of bed.
I felt so lonely, felt like I was dead.
Don't you know that I'm sorry?
I know that I've done you wrong…
I hope that you forgive me-
How long can this go on?
<b>It Calls Me</b>
(W. Schuman, Zpsygoat-BMI)
I don't even have to tell you…
You don't have to know…
Troubles always overwhelm me...
Feeling so low…
I don't have to call you…
You don't have to hear…
Troubles always seem to bore you…
Feeling full fear…
Oomba oomba oom, it calls me…
Oomba oomba oom, it calls.
Oomba oomba oom, it calls me...
Oomba oomba oom, it calls.
I don't have to taste it…
You don't have to do…
All those things that might have made it,
If it calls you…
I don't even have to touch it…
You don't have to say…
All those things, they don't mean much,
If you fall away…
Oomba oomba oom, it calls me…
Oomba oomba oom, it calls.
Oomba oomba oom, it calls me...
Oomba oomba oom, it calls.
<b>Everybody Loves You</b>
(W. Schuman, Zpsygoat-BMI)
Everybody loves you,
Nobody don't.
Everybody wants some,
Nobody won't.
Well, I'm in the mood for…
Well, I'm on the road for…
Well, I'm in the mood for…
Well, I'm on the road for your love.
Everybody's watching,
No one objects.
Everybody's listening,
But no one detects.
Everybody's falling,
No one suspects.
Everybody's calling you,
But no one connects.
Well, I'm in the mood for…
Well, I'm on the road for…
Well, I'm in the mood for…
Well, I'm on the road for your love.
Everybody loves you,
Nobody don't.
Everybody wants some,
Nobody won't.
Well, I'm in the mood for…
Well, I'm on the road for…
Well, I'm in the mood for…
Well, I'm on the road for your love
<b>Dry Spell</b>
(W. Schurnan, R. Weinstein, HAZMODE-BMI)
You say that you're so thirsty,
You'd even drink my tears?
Put them into glasses,
Let's toast away all the years...
We're riding away,
We're riding a wave
Of a dry spell…
Lying on the withering grass,
Memories of lush decanting,
Waiting for this time to pass,
Even our shadows are panting…
We're riding away,
We're riding a wave
Of a dry spell…
I've tried for so very long
To push up some green sprout.
All my efforts are very well spent,
Blowing away in this aching drought…
We're riding away,
We're riding a wave
Of a dry spell…
My mind's a hazy blur,
My parched lips are cracked...
All is desiccation,
Late afternoon heart attacks…
We're riding away,
We're riding a wave,
We're riding a wave
Of a dry spell…
<b>Yesterday Morning</b>
(W. Schurnan, Zpsygoat-BMI)
Late yesterday morning,
I couldn't get out of bed.
I felt so lonely, felt like I was dead.
Don't you know that I'm sorry?
I know I've done you wrong…
I hope you forgive me -
How long can this go on?
Late yesterday evening,
You know I couldn't sleep.
I want you only - when can we meet?
Don't you know that I need you?
That's no lie.
I want you to need me too,
Till the day you die…
Late yesterday morning,
I couldn't get out of bed.
I felt so lonely, felt like I was dead.
Don't you know that I'm sorry?
I know that I've done you wrong…
I hope that you forgive me-
How long can this go on?
<b>It Calls Me</b>
(W. Schuman, Zpsygoat-BMI)
I don't even have to tell you…
You don't have to know…
Troubles always overwhelm me...
Feeling so low…
I don't have to call you…
You don't have to hear…
Troubles always seem to bore you…
Feeling full fear…
Oomba oomba oom, it calls me…
Oomba oomba oom, it calls.
Oomba oomba oom, it calls me...
Oomba oomba oom, it calls.
I don't have to taste it…
You don't have to do…
All those things that might have made it,
If it calls you…
I don't even have to touch it…
You don't have to say…
All those things, they don't mean much,
If you fall away…
Oomba oomba oom, it calls me…
Oomba oomba oom, it calls.
Oomba oomba oom, it calls me...
Oomba oomba oom, it calls.
<b>Everybody Loves You</b>
(W. Schuman, Zpsygoat-BMI)
Everybody loves you,
Nobody don't.
Everybody wants some,
Nobody won't.
Well, I'm in the mood for…
Well, I'm on the road for…
Well, I'm in the mood for…
Well, I'm on the road for your love.
Everybody's watching,
No one objects.
Everybody's listening,
But no one detects.
Everybody's falling,
No one suspects.
Everybody's calling you,
But no one connects.
Well, I'm in the mood for…
Well, I'm on the road for…
Well, I'm in the mood for…
Well, I'm on the road for your love.
Everybody loves you,
Nobody don't.
Everybody wants some,
Nobody won't.
Well, I'm in the mood for…
Well, I'm on the road for…
Well, I'm in the mood for…
Well, I'm on the road for your love
<b>Dry Spell</b>
(W. Schurnan, R. Weinstein, HAZMODE-BMI)
You say that you're so thirsty,
You'd even drink my tears?
Put them into glasses,
Let's toast away all the years...
We're riding away,
We're riding a wave
Of a dry spell…
Lying on the withering grass,
Memories of lush decanting,
Waiting for this time to pass,
Even our shadows are panting…
We're riding away,
We're riding a wave
Of a dry spell…
I've tried for so very long
To push up some green sprout.
All my efforts are very well spent,
Blowing away in this aching drought…
We're riding away,
We're riding a wave
Of a dry spell…
My mind's a hazy blur,
My parched lips are cracked...
All is desiccation,
Late afternoon heart attacks…
We're riding away,
We're riding a wave,
We're riding a wave
Of a dry spell…
- Grey Wolf
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Ты монстр! Супер! Спасибо!
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Destruction is not negative, You must destroy to build.
© Einsturzende Neubauten
Destruction is not negative, You must destroy to build.
© Einsturzende Neubauten
- Grey Wolf
- Автор сайта
- Сообщения: 5925
- Зарегистрирован: Сб июл 27, 2002 4:00 am
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Это добро уже на слух можно подобрать.
Seydel 1847 Classic / Harp Blaster HB52 / Jackson JX-3 / Focusrite Scarlett 8i6 / Mac OS
Destruction is not negative, You must destroy to build.
© Einsturzende Neubauten
Destruction is not negative, You must destroy to build.
© Einsturzende Neubauten