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сериал по-моему детский, а песня и клип вставляют
i wanna do bad things with you )
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On this lonely road, trying to make it home
Doing it by my lonesome-pissed off, who wants some
I'm fighting for my soul, God get at your boy
You try to bogart--fall back, I go hard

On this lonely road, trying to make it home
Doing it by my lonesome-pissed off, who wants some
I see them long hard times to come ...


Apr. 25th, 2009 06:39 pm
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Ах, мразь телевизионная,
Студийная, бесстыжая,
Родильное мурло,
Мораль дивизионная,
Лудильное престижие,
Рутинное урло,
Суконное посконие,
Квасное беззаконие,
Мышиная возня.
Власть золотопогония,
Страстного потогония,
Доносы да резня.

А мы не ждали перемен
И с веком шествуя не в ногу,
Но, совершенствуя дорогу,
Благословляли свой удел.
Да, мы не ждали перемен.

Кому быть виноватому?
Партийцу ль, вороватому,
Писателю ль, вруну,
Рабочему ль, молчальнику,
Крестьянину ль, печальнику,
Шуту ль, говоруну.
Не каятся б до боли нам,
Кусавшим и укусанным -
Народный высший суд.
Не Андерса да Болена,
Так Шевчука с Бутусовым
С базара понесут.

Да, мы не ждали зов трубы,
Мы были клапаны и трубы,
И в нас не чьи-то дули губы,
А ветры духа и судьбы,
Да, мы не ждали зов трубы.

Ах, время наше сучее,
Летучее, ползучее,
И прочее жулье,
И партии разученны,
И рукава засученны -
Готовы под ружье.
Колонны перестроенны,
Удвоенны, утроенны,
Штабные штабеля.
И на вершине случая,
В тоске благополучия
Цепные кобеля.

Да, мы не ждали перемен,
И вам их тоже не дождаться,
Но надо, братцы, удержаться
От пустословия арен
И просто самовыражаться,
Не ожидая перемен.
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Cocaine Blues

Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed I stuck that lovin' 44 beneath my head

Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow they overtook me down in Juarez Mexico

Late in the hot joints takin' the pills in walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down
Said yes oh yes my name is Willy Lee if you've got the warrant just aread it to me
Shot her down because she made me slow
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more

When I was arrested I was dressed in black
They put me on a train and they took me back
Had no friend for to go my bail they slapped my dried up carcass in that country jail

Early next mornin' bout a half past nine I spied the sheriff coming down the line
Talked and he coughed as he cleared his throat
He said come on you dirty heck into that district court
Into the courtroom my trial began where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out I saw the little judge commence to look about

In about five minutes in walked the man holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read in the first degree I hollered Lordy Lordy have a mercy on me

The judge he smiled as he picked up his pin 99 years in the Folsom pen
99 years underneath that ground I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down
Come on you've gotta listen unto me lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be
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