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Пишет Adradek ([info]mishlene)
@ 2009-09-13 21:09:00


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Музыка:Tori Amos - Happy Phantom

Happy Phantom
And if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go chassin' the nuns out in the yard
And I'll run naked through the streets without my mask on
And I will never need umbrellas in the rain
I'll wake up in strawberry fields every day
And the atrocities of school I can forgive
The happy phantom has no right to bitch
oo who
The time is getting closer
oo who
Time to be a ghost
oo who
Every day we're getting closer
The sun is geting dim
Will we pay for who we been

So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
They'll be my ticket to the universal opera
There's Judy Garland taking Buddha by the hand
And then these seven little men get up to dance
They say Confucius does his crossword with a pen
I'm still the angel to a girl who hates to sin

oo who
The time is getting closer
oo who
Time to be a ghost
oo who
Every day we're getting closer
The sun is geting dim
Will we pay for who we been

Or will I see you dear and wish I could come back
You found a firl that you could truly love again
WIll you still call for me when she falls asleep
Or do we soond forget the things we cannot see

oo who
The time is getting closer
oo who
Time to be a ghost
oo who
Every day we're getting closer
The sun is geting dim
Will we pay for who we been



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именно оттуда оно так и есть
[info]shotgunbuddha@lj
2009-09-14 00:23 (ссылка)
I fully understand the shotgun in my pillow
Is no uncarved block at hand
Life is sweet but not it seems for buddha
There’s a shotgun in his hand


Shotgun, shotgun, shotgun, shotgun

The nature of uncarved blocks
Is how to describe what’s hard to describe
Yeah

The simplest things, the quietest
The child-like simplicity
Everything I need to hear
Positive the way I view
The simple of thought inherit the earth (shotgun blows)
Like winnie the pooh, confucianist rules (shotgun blows)
Oblivious in what I do (oh)
Deliberate the way I live (shotgun blows)

(shotgun blows, shotgun blows, oh, shotgun blows)
(shotgun blows, shotgun blows, oh, shotgun blows)

The nature of uncarved blocks
Is how to describe what’s hard to describe
Vinegar taster says
The more force I apply, more trouble I make
(is that I cannot describe why it is
Such a perfect illustration of the opposite and
Complex arrogance we display to protect one another)
Think too much, think too much
Think too much, think too much

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