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Suicide: Вы смотрели это фильм? мне он показался очень и очень необычным... авангард мать его! это круто, вот у нас тут в тольятти в кинотеатре будут показывать я не смогу пойти А так хотелось посмотреть его на большом экране, с нормальным переводом! вообще наверно было бы круче смотреть его с субтитрами....
SiLENT: Death По поводу мегауплоада, на самом деле там наипать как деть нех, всего навсего надо зайти по ссылке через прокси и всё, качай скока влезит. Это работает реально, сам так юзаю!
Death: 2SiLENT,извини я немножко не догоняю,как войти через прокси,да там ссылки конкретной нет!!!
Death: Вот вся ссылка на HAppy Song http://www.megaupload.com/ru/?d=XVUNQ0T1
Death: Во типа тексты Pagoda нарыл Happy Song Listen my new friend, please and have a sympathetic tender ear I was born in this junkyard and it was the prettiest little thing to me vanity! deface me! Here’s the part in the song Where you think of me all wrong And here’s the part where I choose that I got nothing left to lose ‘cause any pain that you can bring to me is nothing comparatively And I’ve been so lost and found I can’t smile, I can’t frown Happy song, nothing’s wrong It’s all fun, I’m all numb How much can one man stand before he kisses a cold dead street? This cross bares a billion lost souls Three times do I fall to my bloody bare feet? Think again my lovely friend Don’t ask for more you dirty whore Here’s the part in the song where you tell me you don’t care I made you in my head and you don’t even care Happy song, nothing’s wrong It’s all fun but I’m all numb This is fun but now I’m done
Death: Song 1 Just droning. August 24th 2004 (2004) It's the first morning of our little experiment. (It's the first morning) I'll try and write a little bit each day but I don't know if I can be consistent. (I'm never consistent) It's hard for some reason while I'm making music, to keep a journal. (It's impossible.) Sitting now, at this table, looking out at the industrial mock warehouses, the lawn. (the green) They line the perimeter of my vision. (protruding) The sky gray, orange, (into the earth) waking up. (into the clouds) Got here last night with Ryan. We have to find Luca, an engineer. He set up... he set up these um, (looks pathetic) these sessions. He was waiting there with his girl, Isa. (they were cool) He's on a honeymoon. He took us to the apartment (been here a long time) along with is his friends... (almost a month) some of his friends who had been in the city to create a sea diving business. (almost a month now) It's nicer than I thought it would be. (Sir James) I assumed it would be some warehouses with cold water which I probably would've rather-ed. (passed out) Whenever I'm working it seems that the closer I am to the ground, the better. (his hand clutching) We went and dropped off our stuff, took a shower, and we head over to the studio. (last night) When we get there (I left a note) we start rehearsing. Horrible, sloppy, zombie-like (Jamie) incoherent babble of sleep deprived walking dead (it was quarter to 4) headaches, and jet lag. (in the morning) Took a break in the alley. (can only stand) People came. They talked, they laughed. Some things had no meaning to us. (moved across) Smoked some hash (rolled to sir James) had a beer. Offered to sleep, we received. (make sure) I reminded myself. (turned on the clock radio) Went back to the room. (church choir) It was better. More coherent. (went back to the kitchen) Relaxed. Still can't sleep. I've decided that if I'm going to be awake, I might as well do something productive. My room was filled with dirty dishes, bread crumbs, walnut shells, empty cigarette packs, beer cans, candle wax. I grabbed a plastic bag, held on the Virgin Mary's head. The cast iron one that black eyes bought for me at a flea market while she was here. I filled the plastic bag full of garbage and I laid the head of Mary against my boots. I emptied all the cigarette butts into a dish and I started sorting through the ones that still had tobacco in them. I pinched all the butts dry dripping the tobacco into a small espresso cup. I swept up. I organized my things. Telephone, masking tape, EQ pedal, four double A batteries, a dish with three candle's melted into each other, two razors, a small cassette recorder, three lighters, ummm... three bottles of spices I use when we have food to cook. I went into the other room. I saw sir James roll over on the couch muttering something in his sleep. Fuckin' bugs. I went into the bathroom, I turned on the water. Then I went to the kitchen, got the boiling water. I went back into the bedroom. I swept up under the rug, under the bed, I made the bed. I made a small pile. Put the shoes under the door until later tomorrow. I made the bed even though I knew I was going to mess it up. Then I wrote a note to sir James explaining I couldn't sleep. Can't sleep. I can't sleep. Make sure I'm up by 8. I turned on the clock radio. The only station I could find was church choir music. I walk back into the kitchen, and pour some boiling water in a tin cup sitting up upside down under the sink. A brown paper bag in the sink. I look inside. Nuts. I remember sir James telling me to... I found some nuts today. Some of them are still good. I put one in my mouth. I cracked it open. I cracked the shell with my thumbnail. Rotten. Cracked another one. It was good. I ate it. I walked back into my room. Sat down. I set the tea down on a stool I had in the corner. Got a chair. Sat in the chair. I burned some incense. The last of it. The last we have. I lit a cigarette out of the tobacco in the cup. I lit it. I sipped the tea. I smoked. I picked up my journal. I wrote this. I'm gonna try and sleep again. Gonna try and sleep again... sleep again, sleep, sleep, sleep... So much for keeping a consistent journal. It's day 6 or 7. I laid the blueprint of 16 songs after Ryan left. So in addition to the 10 that we laid down, we're beginning a very ambitious project. Luca's worried (faith is undivided) we're gonna lay down so many with the intent of dropping some. (of a piece) I noticed (willing mind) a change (rewind to find, go find, find) less optimistic. I realize it has a lot to do with me. I feel. I think that's because I'm afraid. I'm narcoleptic. It's true. for helping me, like Luca, Jamie, Ryan, black eyes... wash my hands. Give them something worthwhile. (Child voice laughing: Pagoda!)
Death: Fetus I think of you floating in there and not a shred of thought or care of where you’re from or will be Swimming inside the stomach of my baby Little fetus went to meet us with your first swallow of air Hollow lungs sucking on all the world’s despair I fiend for more, I fiend for the core All on my back down and down in that sound I found it beneath the junk Just a punk who’s sunk in too deep I weep for me For everyone who is and will never be Hey yeah yeah Never gave god much consider or thought I fought that grip that he never caught But the soul is something I couldn’t help but feel It’s as real as the rain that wets As fresh as the fur on our pets You’re the only God and I believe in portion And I’ll kill ya easy one, abortion Foundation of my strife life, kiss me like a knife Am I dead now, God am I dead now? And I think of you floating in there and not a shred of through or care of where you’re from or will be Swimming inside the stomach of my baby Little fetus went to meet us You were born in my head Every time I hear my fear Every tear my sad eye will drip Every drop that runs past my lip For every thought occurred that your death now benefits me How could it benefit me? Yeah, it benefits me
Death: Sadartha Sit now quiet, edge of forbidden nerve Concentrate, focus; we are better than you, a zombie Spirit of the ego, you are as heavy as the air It’s nice to meet you, I wanna tell you you don’t exist The earth is my/our witness, Sadartha Seen it on my chest, callous on my heart It grew negligent; know now you’re a vegetable Sitting leper growing in and on me Cut off, let free, amputate, surgery Sadartha, nature’s mother, you are my friend Until we meet again
Death: I Do I’m sincere in a cheap hotel room So this is what it's come to? I’d love to say it takes a different way that hasn’t actually come true This is so confusing and thoroughly amusing My heart is bruising, only thoughts of you And this is so degrading and I'm just waiting Just keep meditating, holy matrimony, I do I'm just a child of the night and I didn’t ask to be not right Let's just say that it's that way and it's been fun, and it's all done And that's okay, the world's a dark place and I'm just a dead face in its womb
Death: Before the War Performed by Gus Van Sant with Mike Pitt on drums and background vocals Everytime it's different, ha ha Before the war I had a hand Now and then I see it there Another day Another year I hear you cry Now and then I travel far I see a man In a car Another day It is a chore But in the end It ends Sometimes in the air a fear is everywhere I'd follow you anywhere Although I know you don't care When dark comes around And I got my feet back on the ground I touch my ear Feel my hands
Suicide: Before the War я не слышал...
SiLENT: Death Ок. Мерси, ночью качну, а то времени на карточки совсем нет... з.ы. попозже выложу инструкцию как оттуда качать з.з.ы. да, точно залейте песню Before the War плз.
Death: 2Suicide ,SiLENT , я бы тоже не отказался бы послушать эту вещь,наверное прикольно!!! Она вышла вот на альбоме Live From Nowhere Near You 2003 г. Вот трэклист Title: Live From Nowhere Near You Release Date: 2003 Tracklist: 1. Rendezvous You - Kevin Moyer & Street Musicians 2. Love Slave - Albert 'Bub' Garcia & Rich Vidin 3. Merlot - The Robots 4. Stay Don't Go - Spoon 5. Didn't I - Streetmusician Bad Boy Blue 6. Central Park - Pete Miser & Mel Brown 7. Far Out Group of People - Chris Ballew of the Presidents of the United Stated of America 8. Hatin' - Five Fingers of Funk 9. DoorSlams - Matt Brown 10. Much to Much - Kissing Book with Dan Wynn and with Jen Sbragia of the Softies 11. Going Going Gone - Stars with Emily Haines 12. Moving On - Ethan Kalar, Kevin Moyer, & Lakota Sioux streetmusicians 13. You Kicked Me - Kevin Moyer, Wally Hendrickson, & Mic Crenshaw of Hungry Mob 14. So High - Brad Hargreaves of Third Eye Blind 15. Before the War - Gus Van Sant featuring Michael Pitt 16. TrainJumping - Ethan Kalar & Kevin Moyer 17. Urban Reality - Hungry Mob 18. Pulling Mandrake Roots - Kevin Moyer & Brad Hargreaves of Third Eye Blind 19. Everpresent Now - Scott Fisher 20. Promises & Thanks - Scott Fisher & Kevin Moyer 21. Do What? - Squirrel Nut Zippers & street musician Bruce Rohlfs 22. Song For the Streetkids - freight train traveling vagabond punks 23. If I Said - Greg Snell 24. My Most Beautiful Day - Matt Brown, Toby Hererra, & Kevin Moyer 25. Powerless - Mike McCready & Stone Gossard of Pearl Jam with Cole Peterson of Sweetwater and Chris Friel of the Rockfords 26. Wish I - Greg Snell 27. Little Mary - David Andrews of Calobo Info: A 75-minute benefit concept CD collaborating streetmusicians and professionals with the profits going to the homeless and streetyouth programs of charity "Outside In." Mike provides drums and background vocals to Gus Van Sant's "Before The War." Здесь только 15-й трэк их !!! Вот кавер.
Death: Вот еще арты фэнов Майкла Пита!!!
Death: А слышали вещь Hey Joe -саундтрэк к фильму The Dreamers,ваще тема такой кантри кузявый с блюзом что-то,вот!!!
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