Пятница: смешной клип, смешная песня

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Благодаря этой песне я осознала, что некоторые люди в XXI веке по-прежнему фабрят усы. Виртуальные Ожегов и Ушаков даже сказали, что этот глагол устарел, и я почти готова им поверить, потому что, на мой взгляд, устарело само действие. А с другой стороны, если есть усы, почему бы их и не натирать чем-нибудь вкусно пахнущим?

Очень длинный текст — гораздо более длинный, чем песня, хотя он и помещается в нее целиком. Не знаю, как это возможно

King Charles - Ivory Road

You're the nose on my bullet
The trigger on my gun
You're the sandbank in the ocean
Oxygen in my blood

You're the fastest of the fish
You're the prickliest pear
You're a chameleon in the night
You're the Sahara's sun glare

You're my mind's rest
You're the strings on my guitar
You're the wax in my mustache
The keys to my car

You're the magical mermaid's
Hollowed illusion
You cool them, fool them
And they hope so much

And you let them down
And you watch from your rock
And your heart beats fast
As you watch theirs stop

I will keep on loving
'Cause I believe in love
I don't mind dying
If you follow me up

Your victory's your defeat
Your head above your heart
Only the brave surrender
Death cannot tear us apart

Well, my smile is wider
Than yours when we meet
And the winter is colder
For me underneath

And I know that you glow
From the inside out
You can keep it for yourself
And I'll go without

You are the fire
And I'm the chimney
You'll burn away
And I'll choke on your memory

All the words, my sense
You're the poet to my pen
You're the dream that brings
The morning sadness
Start the day storm in my head

Well, you're the Oscar Wilde
Short stories in my bookcase
You're positively fourth street
Isolated in my iTunes

You're the word in the dictionary
That I can't spell
Can't describe, can't put in a sentence
But use all the time

Your own pair of trousers
Look better on me
The boots of Spanish leather
And the bottom of the sea

Every symbol of love
That doesn't relate to a meaning
Every feeling, every sensation
Only real when I'm dreaming

I will keep on loving
'Cause I believe in love
I don't mind dying
If you follow me up

Your victory's your defeat
Your head above your heart
Only the brave surrender
Death cannot tear us apart

Well, I wish we were animals
Free of loves games
I wish we were snails
With really big shells

I wish I was a lion
I'd be king of the wild
I'd command all the beasts
To carry you when you're tired

I'm the elephant in the circus
Oh, you're my trainer
You'd never let me go
But if you did I would stay here

In love there is freedom
But it must be returned
There must be sacrifice
Love must be learned

A donkey, a mule
A lifetime of work
In death he rests
His head from his reins

No burden to bare
But work left him lame
And the lion on the mountain
Chased from his pride

His lioness stolen, his rival survives
The sound of his cubs in death are dim
He knows his world well
No pain can defeat him

Wild horses in the wilderness
Will know no journey home
Well, my love is locked in chains

The lion walks alone
Oh, the lion walks alone
Nature is cruel
But he knows it's his home

He to his demons
And you to your own
Please let me stand by you
And we'll conquer them all
We will conquer them all

Oh, I will conquer them all
Oh, I will conquer them all
Oh, I will conquer them all

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Comments

[vinta]

вау.. была у нас в школе учительница с такой же прической, и была у нее кличка "гнездо"

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vinta, а теперь ты знаешь, что гнездо на голове - это не так и легко.