Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

CRAWLING IN MY SKIN
THESE WOUNDS, THEY WILL NOT HEAL
FEAR IS HOW I FALL
CONFUSING WHAT IS REAL

Зачем ты его форсишь тут, придурок?
Во-первых, на двощах сидят говноеды, слушающие шваль вроде оксимирона. Соответственно торчество тела с оп-пика никто по достоинству не оценит.
Во-вторых, он уже давно не тот. Да и сами корны с уходом Сильверии скатились в ебеня. Стоит только посмотреть их последние концерты, на которых парни еле живые выдавливают из себя остатки энергии. Но винить их за это нельзя, старики все-таки.

ООООООЛ ДЭЙ АЙ ДРИМ ЭБАААААУТ ФАААКИНГ

>>119098988
Во-первых, ты придурок.
Во-вторых, дэвис в таком возрасте, что нихуя удивительного. Тащемта, не парится и дышит кислородом в перерывах, а в зал пускает звук дыхания, который алсо на какой-то из плстинок был заюзан.
Алсо, нихуя не скатились. Редкий пример годно развившейся из мазафаки группы. Как Сепультура, годно переродившаяся из Эрайза в Рутс, так и Дэвис антачеблами открывший целый пласт качественной поп-мазафаки.

WAKE ME UP!
WAKE ME UP INSIDE
I CAN'T WAKE UP
WAKE ME UP INSIDE
SAVE ME!
CALL MY NAME AND SAVE ME FROM THE DARK

>>119098988
>говнорок для подростков
>ТУТ АДНИ ГАВНАЕДЫ ИМ НЕ ПОНЯТЬ

Jane Air ИТТ, посоны!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XLgCTybvLNo

>>119100497
Это петухи какие-то, не надо их сюда.

HERE I AM I AM LOST IN YOUR LAND

AND I HOPE YOU WILL BE CREEPING IN MY SOUL

SHADOWS FALL LET ME OUT HEAR MY CALL

AND I ALWAYS BELIEVE CREEPING IN MY SOUL

Дэвис точно про битардск песни пишет :-/

Let's get this party started.
I'm sick of being you.
You make me feel insane.
We don't give to you.
Let's get this party started.
You make me feel insane.
I want to be the one.
To make myself sane.

BITCH WE'VE GOT A PROBLEM

SO CLOSE, NO MATTER HOW FAR
COULDN'T BE MUCH MORE FROM THE HEART
FOREVER - TRUSTING WHO WE ARE
AND NOTHING ELSE MATTERS

говнаретред?

COME BREAK ME DOWN,
BURY ME, BURY ME,
I AM FINISHED WITH YOU!

>>119098988
Слушаю корней с фолоу зе лидер, и оксиморона последний альбом хорош как книга, что то на уровне рукописей эпидемии. Что я делаю не так? Может не надо быть ограниченным мудаком, и слушать лишь то, что "пацаны аценят"?

>>119101993
Но оксимирон - как раз то, что "пацаны оценят"

>>119102427
Пшш-шшшшш-шшшшшш...

>>119102082
Никогда не ориентировался на чужое мнение. Даже наоборот - "пацаны" часто спрашивают что бы такого послушать годного, но я больше по сортам митола\индостриола специализируюсь.

Лирика Дэвиса чуть более, чем полностью описывает жизнь и чувства среднестатистического битарда. Просто видео посмотрите и все станет ясно.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fs_E9TP6cvE

A CHANGE OF SPEED, A CHANGE OF STYLE.

A CHANGE OF SCENE, WITH NO REGRETS,

A CHANCE TO WATCH, ADMIRE THE DISTANCE,

STILL OCCUPIED, THOUGH YOU FORGET.

DIFFERENT COLOURS, DIFFERENT SHADES,

OVER EACH MISTAKES WERE MADE.

I TOOK THE BLAME.

DIRECTIONLESS SO PLAIN TO SEE,

A LOADED GUN WON'T SET YOU FREE.

SO YOU SAY.


WE'LL SHARE A DRINK AND STEP OUTSIDE,

AN ANGRY VOICE AND ONE WHO CRIED,

'WE'LL GIVE YOU EVERYTHING AND MORE,

THE STRAIN'S TOO MUCH, CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORE.'

OH, I'VE WALKED ON WATER, RUN THROUGH FIRE,

CAN'T SEEM TO FEEL IT ANYMORE.

IT WAS ME, WAITING FOR ME,

HOPING FOR SOMETHING MORE,

ME, SEEING ME THIS TIME, HOPING FOR SOMETHING ELSE.

>>119102702
Это доказывает, что битарды существовали еще до появления /b. Алсо, у дэвиса не первых альбомах вообще сплошной разбор полетов форсед жопотраха. Алсо, клипы для привлечения аудитории: слушаю корнов с девяностых, полностью видел только фрика, гат зе лайф и дид май тайм, причем третий вот относительно недавно, мож году в 10-м. Нахуй клипы.

OLD YELLOW BRICKS,

LOVE'S A RISK,

QUITE THE LITTLE

ESCAPOLOGIST

LOOKED SO MIFFED,

WHEN YOU WISHED,

FOR A THOUSAND PLACES BETTER THAN THIS,


YOU ARE THE FUGITIVE,

BUT YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE RUNNING FROM,

YOU CANT KID US,

AND YOU COULDN'T TRICK ANYONE,

HOUDINI,

LOVE, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE RUNNING AWAY FROM,


WHO WANTS TO SLEEP IN THE CITY THAT NEVER WAKES UP?

BLINDED BY NOSTALGIA,

WHO WANTS TO SLEEP IN THE CITY THAT NEVER WAKES UP?


SHE WASN'T RAISED BY THE WAY,

THAT THE EMPEROR PUT TRAPS IN THE CAGE,

AND THE DAYS SHE BEING DULL,

LEAD TO NIGHTS READING BEER BOTTLES,


YOU'RE SUCH A FUGITIVE,

BUT YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE RUNNING FROM,

YOU CANT KID US,

AND YOU COULDN'T TRICK ANYONE,

HOUDINI,

LOVE YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE RUNNING AWAY FROM,


WHO WANTS TO SLEEP IN THE CITY THAT NEVER WAKES UP?

BLINDED BY NOSTALGIA,

WHO WANTS TO SLEEP IN A CITY THAT NEVER WAKES UP?


YOU'RE AT A LOSS,

JUST BECAUSE,

IT WASN'T ALL THAT YOU THOUGHT IT WAS,


YOU ARE A FUGITIVE

BUT YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE RUNNING AWAY FROM,


SHE SAID I WANT TO SLEEP IN THE CITY THAT NEVER WAKES UP,

AND REVEL IN NOSTALGIA,

I KNOW I SAID HE WANTS TO SLEEP IN THE CITY THAT NEVER WAKES UP BUT,

DOROTHY WAS RIGHT THOUGH

I HEARD THE TRUTH WAS BUILT TO BEND
A MECHANISM TO SUSPEND THE GUILT
IS WHAT YOU ARE REQUIRING STILL
YOU'VE GOT TO DANCE LITTLE LIAR

JUST LIKE THOSE FIBS TO POP AND FIZZ
AND YOU'LL BE FORCED TO TAKE THAT AWFUL QUIZ
AND YOU'RE BOUND TO TRIP AND SHE'LL DETECT THE FICTION ON
YOUR LIPS AND DIG A CONTRADICTION UP

AND THE CLEAN COMING WILL HURT
AND YOU CAN NEVER GET IT SPOTLESS
WHEN THERE'S DIRT BENEATH THE DIRT
THE LIAR TAKES A LOT LESS TIME

I'M SURE IT'S CLEAR AND PLAIN TO ME
IT'S NOT AN ALIBI YOU NEED JUST YET
OH NO, IT'S SOMETHING FOR THOSE BEADS OF SWEAT
YES, THAT WE'LL GET YOU BACK TO NORMAL

AND AFTER YOU HAVE DABBED THE PATCH
YOU'LL GRIEVE AND THEN PROCEED TO SCRATCH
THE VARNISH OFF THAT NEWLY ADDED CALMNESS
SO AS NOT TO RAISE ANY ALARMS TOO SOON

AND THE CLEAN COMING WILL HURT
AND YOU CAN NEVER GET IT SPOTLESS
WHEN THERE'S DIRT BENEATH THE DIRT
THE LIAR TAKES A LOT LESS

TIME TO DECIDE ON HIS SAUNTER
HAVE YOU GOT ITCHY BONES?
AND IN ALL YOUR TIME ALONE
CAN YOU HACK YOUR MIND BEING RIDDLED
WITH THE WRONG MEMORIES?

AND THE CLEAN COMING WILL HURT
AND YOU CAN NEVER GET IT SPOTLESS
WHEN THERE'S DIRT BETWEEN THE DIRT

I SLIP AWAY

I SLIPPED

ON A LITTLE WHITE LIE

WE'VE GOT HEADS ON STICKS

YOU'VE GOT VENTRILOQUISTS

WE'VE GOT HEADS ON STICKS

YOU'VE GOT VENTRILOQUISTS


STANDING IN THE SHADOWS

AT THE END OF MY BED

STANDING IN THE SHADOWS

AT THE END OF MY BED

STANDING IN THE SHADOWS

AT THE END OF MY BED

STANDING IN THE SHADOWS

AT THE END OF MY BED


THE RATS AND CHILDREN

FOLLOW ME OUT OF TOWN

THE RATS AND CHILDREN

FOLLOW ME OUT OF THEIR HOMES

COME ON KIDS

LOOK OUT OF THE WINDOW

WHAT'S PASSING YOU BY

IF YOU REALLY WANT THIS BAD ENOUGH.

YOU'RE YOUNG AND GOOD-LOOKING

THE KEYS TO THE KINGDOM

SOON OR LATER

SOON OR LATER

SOON OR LATER

AND BEFORE YOUR VERY EYES

AND BEFORE YOUR VERY EYES

AND BEFORE YOUR VERY EYES

OLD SOUL ON YOUNG SHOULDERS

HOW YOU'LL LOOK WHEN YOU'RE OLDER

TIME'S FICKLE CARD GAME

WITH YOU AND I

YOU HAVE TO TAKE YOUR CHANCES

THE BOOK OF FORGIVENESS

SOON OR LATER

SOON OR LATER

SOON OR LATER

AND BEFORE YOUR VERY EYES

AND BEFORE YOUR VERY EYES

AND BEFORE YOUR VERY EYES

THE MOST LONELY DAY OF MY LIFE

FUCK! GO!

CAN'T SEE THE LIGHTS OR THE BLUE ORANGE SIGNS.

CAN'T SEE THE ROAD OR THE LONG WHITE LINES.

FEELING THE GROUND THROUGH THE PEDALS IN THE FLOOR,

FEELING DEATH POUNDING AT THE DOOR.


WINDOWS ALL OPEN, CHAOS IN MY HAIR,

DRIVING ME 'ROUND AND LEAVING ME THERE.

COVER MY EYES AND WE'LL DIE DRIVING BLIND.

COVER MY TRAIL AND WE'LL LEAVE LIFE BEHIND.

DRIVE BLIND.


ALL AT ONCE, TOO MUCH LIGHT.

CAPTURED AND FROZEN, HEAR NO SOUND.

BRIGHT FLASHES PENETRATE,

GLOWING, FLOWING, LIFTING OFF THE GROUND.

>>119100221
На пике этот комик знаменитый с подведёнными глазами?

>>119104634
Кто?

>>119098184 (OP)
I DON'T NEED NO ARMS AROUND MEEEEE
I DON'T NEED NO DRUGHS TO CALM MEEEEEEEE
I HAVE SEEN THE WRITING ON THE WAAAALL
DON'T THINK I NEED ANYTHING AT AAAAAAAAAALL

>>119105042
Гуууудбаааай!

>>119104634
Нет,это не Тим Минчин