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Drifting Away

admin — Thu, 24 Dec 2009 11:45:26 +0000

L’altra notte in fondo al mare
Il mio bimbo hanno gittato,
Or per farmi delirare dicon ch’io
L’abbia affogato.

L’aura Ã fredda,
Il carcer fosco,
E la mesta anima mia
Come il passero del bosco
Vola, vola, vola via.
Ah! PietÃ di me!
In letargico sopore
E’ mia madre addormentata,
E per colmo dell’orrore dicon ch’io
L’abbia attoscata.
L’aura Ã fredda,
Il carcer fosco, ecc.

Примечание: Ария, которую исполняет Penny Shaw в начале композиции, взята из оперы под названием “Мефистофиль” композитора Арриго Боито (1842-1918).

Insomnia

admin — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 15:12:10 +0000

I only smoke weed when I need to,
And I need to get some rest,
I confess, I burnt a hole in the mattress,
Yes, yes, it was me, I plead guilty,
And on the count of three I pull back the duvet,
Make my way to the refrigerator,
One dry potato inside, no lie
Not even bread, jam,
When the light above my head went bam!
I can’t sleep, something’s all over me,
Greasy, insomnia please release me,
And let me dream about making mad love on the heath,
Tearing off tights with my teeth.
But there’s no relief,
I’m wide awake in my kitchen,
It’s dark and I’m lonely,
Oh, if I could only get some sleep,
Creaky noises make my skin creep,
I need to get some sleep,
I can’t get no sleep….

Flowerstand Man

admin — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 15:00:56 +0000

А’bout a month ago,
I’ve never seen your face,
I’ve never heard your voice,
’bout a month ago.

I’m a careful hunter,
And I have to say,
Before I found your love,
’bout a month ago.

For you my boy are the flowerstand man,
You brought such color to this place.
For you my boy are the flowerstand man,
With you I lay back.

I don’t care if every river runs so dry,
I don’t care if every species words and die,
I don’t care about the [? ],
I wouldn’t notice if it wasn’t there,
Oh no…

I don’t care if we sell, go to africa,
I don’t care about a part tie,
I wouldn’t notice if the park get better,
I don’t care about the stuffen who’ve die.

Oh my boy when, oh, when you live in me,
I don’t care ’bout anything but you.
Oh my boy when, oh, when you live in me,
I don’t care ’bout anything but you.
Take me home… (3x)

Angeline

admin — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 14:57:40 +0000

You’ve been out on the tiles,
Winning the smiles of men of low persuasion,
But I know you drink yourself crawling in the street until dawn,
Girl you look like a bad dream,
You’ve been places I’ve never been.

Come home, come home Angeline.
Come home, come home Angeline.
You’ve been places I’ve never been.

You took the small change from the job in the hall,
Be back in an hour but you’re not back at all.
The children are crying, the flowers are dying,
There’s no food on the table,
I don’t think I’m able to cope,
You’ve been places I’ve never been.

Come home, come home Angeline.
Come home, come home Angeline.
You’ve been places I’ve never been.

Cheap perfume and alcohol, dancing on tables,
With kissing for strangers all laughing and howling,
And jokes and tall tales that ain’t funny at all,
Bluffers and smugglers, boozers and gamblers,
Jump old queens and tarts at the babbled bar.
Oh, they’ve been pushing you too far.

Come home, come home Angeline.
Come home, come home Angeline.
You’ve been places I’ve never been.
Come home, come home Angeline.
Come home, come home Angeline.
You’ve been places I’ve never been.

If Lovin’ You Is Wrong

admin — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 14:54:08 +0000

Watch me ride:
I’m a sexual animal, eat you like a cannibal,
Crammed full of energy,
I’m inflammable,
Yeah, I finish my beer
So come here and get nice while I lick you here,
Put your legs over there and kinda swing on the chair,
I swear you look wicked with your panties in your hair,
Eyes half closed,
Cute little nose,
And like a pound of self-raising I just rose and rose,
Stepped out of my clothes started doing the right thing,
I was pumping and she was biting,
Yeah, lightning flashed and thunder roared,
The girl had her finger on my keyboard,
Oh lord, this is gonna last all night,
If lovin’ you is wrong I don’t wanna be right.

If lovin’ you is wrong, I don’t wanna be right.

If I come first well that’s the worse scenario,
I push you harder than Sanchez Vicario,
I mean it, 20th Century Fox on the screening,
One take like an earthquake make the bed brake,
We be famous worldwide overnight
And get tired of magazine articles we’re forced to write.
I take a delight in making the bed springs sing all night,
If lovin’ you is wrong I don’t wanna be right.

If lovin’ you is wrong, I don’t wanna be right.

I give a massage,
Skin supercharge,
Imagination on turbo situation large,
Sometimes you handle me kinda course,
Like a horse, the bed______
____ keep from flying.
I got my teeth in her neck…

If lovin’ you is wrong, I don’t wanna be right.
If lovin’ you is wrong, I don’t wanna be right.
If lovin’ you is wrong, I don’t wanna be right.
If lovin’ you is wrong, I don’t wanna be right.
If lovin’ you is wrong, I don’t wanna be right.
If lovin’ you is wrong, I don’t wanna be right.

Salva Mea

admin — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 14:51:43 +0000

How can I change the world if I can’t even change myself ?
I cannot change the way I am
I don’t know, I don’t know.

[Maxi Jazz]
I take a look at the world behind these eyes,
Every nook, every cranny reorganise,
Realise my face don’t fit the way I feel.
What’s real ?
I need a mirror to check my face is in place,
Incase of upheval, fundamental movement below,
What’s really going on I wanna know,
But yo, we don’t show on the outside, so slide.
Just below my skin I’m screaming…

I need a mirror for my spirit,
Yeah, can you feel it ?
When I get deep, wanna hear myself sleep,
Not drowning, just tumbling around and around in the voices
Like a crowd in my head so loud,
I wonder what it’s like to be dead,
I hope it’s quiet, noise in my head like a riot,
Any remedy you have for me I’ll try it.
Just below my skin I’m screaming…

I’m going deep, so deep that I can’t sleep,
The pills ain’t cheep but the bills are steep,
So I ___ with a booze and a slpiff,
Try to snooze,
But who’s dreaming ____ this is win or loose,
Put down the drink, try not to think,
Let it go, fundamental movement below,
And yo, reality is dreaming,
Just below my skin I’m screaming…

Dirty Ol’ Man

admin — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 14:49:03 +0000

He’s a dirty old man,
And a dirty old man,
He’s a dirty old man and a friend of mine.
I’m a dirty old man?
My life is cold,
I’ll chill you to the bone,
Heart of stone,
Have a care,
You know my breath stinks,
I leave shit everywhere,
So be aware ?
Don’t you dare try appealing to my better nature,
You better wait, you’re misinformed,
Ain’t nothing warm about me,
? concrete clay and steel,
And what else is real?
I mean the actual deal,
People seem to love living under my skin,
Some of them call me london,
I’m also known as new york.
Anywhere in the world you find me
I talk the same bad talk,
Walk the same walk from side to side,
You’re transparent to me,
There ain’t a thing you can hide,
Derive glamour from the stamina it takes to survive.
Now give me your cash and go
Before you’re heart brakes,
You’re living under my wing
And all you got I’m going to take,
I’m a dirty old man.
He’s a dirty old man and a dirty old man,
He’s a dirty old man and a friend of mine.
I’m a rough old man beyond heart ache,
To improve my mood I could use an earthquake,
I sit awake for my people to release the pain,
So I can know peace again
In my skin, sin deceit and mistrust soaked in,
I think I might just ?
Often drops of woe, streets flow with tears,
I fall down all around your ears.
If I could, if I was made of wood start a fire, no lie,
’cause I wouldn’t bet on people changing just yet
My eyes are wet and my heart is full of fear and regret,
I started young, I got teenagers carrying guns.

Don’t Leave

admin — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 14:27:54 +0000

Packing your bags like people in the movies do,
All severe, and not saying a word,
And I’m sitting down here just watching you,
And I’m thinking:
Where is all the love gone?
Where’s the love gone to?
Don’t leave,
You got me hurting,
Don’t leave
You know it’s never been easy to love someone like me,
Oh, don’t leave.
Hanging with friends like we used to do,
I didn’t know anything was wrong,
And last night while I was thinking it through,
Trying to find who am I and what do you need me to do?
Don’t leave.
There’s a record you used to play,
There’s joannie (as in mitchel? ? ) singing
‘best to be without you’,
And I know just what she’s singing for,
Where did all the love go?
Where’s the love gone to?
Don’t leave.
You got me hurting,
Don’t leave.
You know it’s never been easy to love someone like me,
Oh, don’t leave.
Where did all the love go?
Where’s the love gone to?
Don’t leave.
We’ll fly around the world, give you what you’re giving me,
I should have dressed you up in pearl,
Finest silk to touch your skin,
Don’t know how to write a love song,
But don’t leave.
You got me hurting,
Don’t leave.
You know it’s never been easy to love someone like me,
Don’t leave.
Don’t leave.
Don’t leave.
Don’t leave.

Baseball Cap

admin — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 14:24:48 +0000

Oh, smack, there goes my baseball cap I’m on the floor,
I think I took a burse to my jaw,
Jumped me from behind at least three, maybe four,
I never see my hat no more.
Oh, smash. there goes my baseball cap,
It’s gone, gone, gone, gone,

I can’t get it back.
Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap,
It’s gone, gone, gone, gone,
I can’t get it back.
14 years old and hard to the core,
I’m walking home making plans for war,
My hands was cut, my uncle says ‘what’s up? ‘
Let me guess, your clothes are in a mess, you’re in distress,
Sit down, take five and let me look at your knees,
Your still alive son, please take it easy
Sometimes you have to let the world know you’re not bluffing,
But enough is enough, don’t loose your life over nothing,
Scuffling in the street is no way to die,
And I don’t want to have to meet your mama’s eye,
So try and listen hard before you fall into the trap
Of making war over a baseball cap.
Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap,
It’s gone, gone, gone, gone,
I can’t get it back.
Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap,
It’s gone, gone, gone, gone,
I can’t get it back.

Reverence

admin — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 14:14:47 +0000

Watch me ride…
Take the words and the bass,
Taste, and then swallow me,
You’re chasing the devil
Cos you’re level if you follow me
For quality, and I make no apology
For linking my thinking with computer technology.
Cos this is like a modern day hymn
For the new church,
I search for the truth,
I’ve got a hole in my tooth,
I’m uncouth, yes sir,
I’m from the street university
Where we learn to earn even in times of adversity.
And I will find it a easy when you’re out a hard time,
Petite crime sometimes,
But now I’m inclined to find
A fresh direction, kiss me neck,
Check out the funky section.
Cos this is the part where I start to rip up words,
A comfort coming straight from my heart,
I’m not a mystic,
My views are realistic, simplistic,
One special brew I get pissed quick,
And get sick so I don’t do it no more,
I won’t find peace of mind
Rolling around on the floor.
The point I want to make,
The mistake is to take without giving,
From within,
You know how I’m living,
I’m cool, I’m looking after myself,
And I could never place wealth before my spirit,
I feel it’s unhealthy,
The devil creep around you so stealthy, stealthy
‘Till you get bold, rush the gold,
And before you’re much older,
You’re soul is sold, where’s it getting ya,
Competition starts swearing ya,
Gold-diggers setting you up,
Soon be forgetting your existence,
Do you need a for instance,
I have to admire your persistence
In sticking to a game plan,
That brings you pain man,
And at the end of the day nothing is gained,
So listen to the voice within,
I’ll see ya later,
Pay heed to the Grand Oral Disseminator.
Quite still you feel there’s nothing going on
until you realize the space behind your
eyes is filling up with something like peace
as your thoughts cease some pleasure grows in your soul.
I aint a Christian
Sometimes I feel like diss’in em
But listen I’m just trying to tell you what I know
if you would once relax, chill to the max
these words on wax will cause sweet bells to ring in your soul.
If I say God is alive I know you’ll want to know why babies die, food don’t grow. Why?
Trains smash, plans crash,
situation mash and slam bam
your fellow man – money’s in fashion
it aint rational, because dammit, he didn’t just give us the planet
and its wealth, inside your soul he left a piece of himself, his voice is small
I keep lying and trying,
Denying the call from inside
You can’t hide responsibility
So decide from today just who it’s going to be,
Thou shalt have no other God but me,
So set you free see,
But you’ll have to listen,
And who’s that false idol
I see you kissing?
Money, success and untold wealth, good health
And all you have to do is love yourself.
It’s a fact you’ll attract all the things that you lack,
So just chill
And get off the race track
And take a pace back, face facts,
It’s your decision,
You don’t need eyes to see,
You need vision,
Continue to view the lord as being separated
And you’ll be living a lie that’s being perpetrated,
For many centuries, I’m on a mission I want to mention these facts,
These facts in my rap,
I don’t sing,
But I want to share the peace that they bring,
My name is G.O.D.
The Grand Oral Disseminator.

Перевод

Смотрите за моей прогулкой…
Слушайте эти слова и этот басс,
Пробуйте мой вкус и проглатывайте меня,
Вы в погоне за дьяволом,
Потому что Вы на уровне, ведь вы следуете за мной,
За качеством, и я не извиняюсь
За связь моего мышления и компьютерных технологий.

Потому что это как гимн нового дня,
Для новой церкви,
Я ищу истину,
У меня дырка в зубе,
Я неотёсан, да сэр,
Я из уличного института,
Где мы учимся зарабатывать даже в неблагоприятные времена.
Я мне легко даже тогда, когда тебе тяжело,
Иногда я немного нарушаю закон,
Но сейчас я пытаюсь искать
Новое направление, поцелуй мою шею,
Проверь фанки-секцию.
Потому, что когда я начал извергать слова
Кайф пошёл прямо из моего сердца,
Я не мистик,
Мои взгляды реалистичны, упрощены,
Я выпил особый напиток и быстро опьянел,
И заболел, поэтому я больше не пью,
Я не могу успокоиться,
Катаюсь по полу.
Вещь, которую я хочу сделать,
Ошибка, которую можно принять без объяснения,
Изнутри,
Вы знаете, как я живу,
Я крутой, я слежу за собой,
И я никогда не поставлю богатство выше души,
Я чувствую, что это не здорово,
Дьявол, который ползает вокруг тебя такой скрытный,
В то время, когда ты становишься наглым, загребая золото,
И после этого становишься значительно старше,
Ты продал душу, а я нет,
Начинается конкурс ругани,
Золотоискатели захватывают тебя,
Скоро про твоё существование забудут,
Тебе нужен пример?
Я восхищаюсь твоей настойчивостью
В соблюдении правил игры,
Которая приносит тебе боль,
И в конце концов ничего не даёт,
Поэтому слушай голос внутри,
Увидимся позже,
Слушайте Большого Орального Распространителя.

А пока ты чувствуешь, что ничего не происходит,
Пока ты не понял пространство за твоими
Глазами, заполненными чем-то типа мира,
Тогда как твои мысли отключаются и в твоей душе появляются удовольствия.
Я не христианин,
Иногда я не разделяю их взгляды,
Но послушай, я пытаюсь сказать тебе, то что я знаю.
Если ты захочешь еще отдохнуть, максимально расслабиться,
Эти слова на пластинке заставят маленькие колокольчики в твоей душе звенеть.
Если я скажу, что Бог жив, ты захочешь знать, почему дети умирают, урожай не растёт. Почему?
Поезда разбиваются, планы рушатся,
Ситуация меняется и хлоп-хлоп,
Коллега, деньги сейчас в моде,
Это не рационально, потому что, черт возьми, не даёт ничего для планеты,
Но богатство – оно внутри тебя,
А я лежу и пытаюсь,
Отказаться от внешних раздражителей,
Ты не можешь скрыть ответственность,
Так что решай с сегодняшнего дня, кто же это будет,
У тебя не будет другого бога, кроме меня,
Освобождайся,
Но прислушайся,
Кто же этот ложный идол,
Я смотрю, ты целуешься?
Деньги, успех, несметные богатства, хорошее здоровье,
И всё, что нужно делать – это любить себя.
Это факт – ты привлекаешь вещи, которых тебе не хватает,
Поэтому просто расслабься,
Покинь ипподром,
Замедли темп, посмотри на факты,
Это твоё решение,
Тебе не нужны глаза, чтобы смотреть,
Тебе нужно зрение,
Если продолжать смотреть на господа со стороны,
То жизнь так и останется лживой,
На много веков, и моя миссия – упомянуть эти факты,
Эти факты в моём рэпе,
Я не пою,
Но я хочу поделиться миром, который они дают,
Моё имя Б.О.Г.
Большой Оральный Распространитель.