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08 юли 2006, 23:09
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Имате ли си някоя песен която да обичате да си пускате сутрин като се събудите и която да ви зарежда за целия ден?
Аз си имам двечки такива. И макар че звучят доста тъжно и малко депресивно не веднъж са ми оправяли деня...
Ето моите песнички:
Faith No More - I'm EasyKnow it sounds funny
But, I just can't stand the pain
Girl, I'm leaving you tomorrow
Seems to me girl
You know I've done all I can
You see I begged, stole, and I borrowed! (yeah)
Ooh that's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning!
Why in the world would anybody put chains on me?
I've paid my dues to make it
Everybody wants me to be
What they want me to be
I'm not happy when I try to fake it! no!
Ooh that's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning!
I wanna be high, so high
I wanna be free to know
The things I do are right
I wanna be free
Just me! Whoa, oh! Babe!
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning, yeah
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning, whoa
'Cause I'm easy
Easy like Sunday morning, yeah
'Cause I'm easy
Easy like Sunday morning
(ad lib fade)
Finger Eleven - Sad ExchangeQuietly thinking to myself
Sharing half our mind instead of none
The shakings just begun
The pleasantries are gone,
This sad exchange pleased neither one of us
So we finally gave up
Meanings tend to give out
The time was gone to act out
This living torture, living torture
No talking when I want you to listen
No talking cos it’s living torture, living torture
Don’t know why, don’t know why, we can’t stand aside
(I don’t want your many faces
We don’t see right)
If I had known back then
Whatever I know now
I’d think I’d have answers but I don’t know why
So we finally gave up
The meanings tend to give out
The time was gone to act out
But here I am and I’m still living
No talking when I want you to listen
No talking cos it’s living torture, living torture
No talking when I want you to listen
Don’t tell me what I’m trying to say to you
Both of us know
What it sounds like in my mind
Now both of us know
What it sounds it sound like
Both of us know
What it sounds like in my mind
Now both of us know
Now both of us know
No talking when I want you to listen
No talking cos it’s living torture, living torture
No talking when I want you to listen
Don’t tell me what I’m trying to say to you
Quietly thinking to ourselves
This sad exchange pleased neither on of us