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sevencreature
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Našel jsem "novou" kapelu která se mi zalíbila - typická americká rocková kapela v podání Sum 41...jejich hity jako Fat Lip nebo Make no difference znají možná ti, co hráli NHL 2002...dost často zněli při nástupu hráčů na led
Vidíš-li na konci černého tunelu světlo, pak je to obvykle na tebe letící fotonové torpédo
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sevencreature
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Artist: Bump of Chicken
Title: K
Words: Fujiwara Motoh
Music: Fujiwara Motoh
a black cat walks the big weekend avenue
holding the curled tail it prides itself on majestically,
because of how it looked, the cat was detested.
people threw stones at its body,
which melted into the darkness
the cat got used to being alone,
in fact, it wanted to be
it was too much bother to feel for others
it was just such a cat that the young painter took in his arms
'what a lovely little 'un tonight. we're quite alike you and I'
struggling in his arms, the cat frantically scratched away
an escape route called loneliness.
it ran, and ran
still unable to trust the first kindness
the first warmth of its whole life
but no matter how far it ran
the stranger followed close behind.
and so,
it came to be the cat and the young painter's second winter together.
the painter gave his friend a name 'Lucky Black' Holy Night
his sketchbook was mostly black colors
the cat too, found itself closer to its first friend,
and nestling up to him
but then one day,
its godfather, fallen ill from his life of poverty,
wrote one last letter and told the cat
'run, run and bring this to her,
the girl who awaits the homecoming,
of this boy who ran off with dreams in his head. '
pictures of a bad luck black cat never sold,
but still, you drew only me
hence, you grew cold,
and with determination I took the letter
the black cat ran along the mountain road, in the snow
holding the promise it made to its deceased friend in its mouth.
and the children threw rocks 'look, its the servant of the devil!'
it doesn't matter what they call me,
I have a name they can't take away!
Holy Night, he called me "Holy Night!".
He called me Holy Night, *1
with all of the kindness and warmth he had.
perhaps there's a reason one as detested as I was born,
maybe I was born for what I must do today,
I'll run as far as I have to!
he arrived at his friend's birthplace.
It was only a few miles to his lover's place
he ran, he fell, now covered by wounds
no time to even stand up again,
the jeers and violence
I mustn't lose! I'm Holy Night!
dragging his arms and legs that were about to fall off,
he took off running again, I've found it! This is the house!
the lover who read the letter,
buried the motionless cat in the garden under one letter.
she buried her Holy Knight.
Translated By: Brian Stewart & Takako Sakuma
* 1 - The touching twist in this song, is that the painter names the cat hori- naito with no indication what the naito refers to. The cat assumes it means "Night" which comes across in the Japanese lyrics, but by the end when he's buried under the letter K, we realize that his name was in fact "Holy Knight".
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Hmm, vážně škoda, že moje japonština je tak mizerná
Mám rád příběhové texty 
A zdá se mi, že dneska je v mainstreamu v kurzu často spíš opakování refrénu (nebo nějakých nesmyslných vět) do bezvdědomí
V práci poslouchám Evropu 2 kde poslední dobu hrají dost chytlavý song "All Good Things (Come to an End)" od Nelly Furtado, jehož text, nebo spíš hlavní "myšlenka" je vyloženě jen od toho, aby se dobře zpíval/a
Title: K
Words: Fujiwara Motoh
Music: Fujiwara Motoh
a black cat walks the big weekend avenue
holding the curled tail it prides itself on majestically,
because of how it looked, the cat was detested.
people threw stones at its body,
which melted into the darkness
the cat got used to being alone,
in fact, it wanted to be
it was too much bother to feel for others
it was just such a cat that the young painter took in his arms
'what a lovely little 'un tonight. we're quite alike you and I'
struggling in his arms, the cat frantically scratched away
an escape route called loneliness.
it ran, and ran
still unable to trust the first kindness
the first warmth of its whole life
but no matter how far it ran
the stranger followed close behind.
and so,
it came to be the cat and the young painter's second winter together.
the painter gave his friend a name 'Lucky Black' Holy Night
his sketchbook was mostly black colors
the cat too, found itself closer to its first friend,
and nestling up to him
but then one day,
its godfather, fallen ill from his life of poverty,
wrote one last letter and told the cat
'run, run and bring this to her,
the girl who awaits the homecoming,
of this boy who ran off with dreams in his head. '
pictures of a bad luck black cat never sold,
but still, you drew only me
hence, you grew cold,
and with determination I took the letter
the black cat ran along the mountain road, in the snow
holding the promise it made to its deceased friend in its mouth.
and the children threw rocks 'look, its the servant of the devil!'
it doesn't matter what they call me,
I have a name they can't take away!
Holy Night, he called me "Holy Night!".
He called me Holy Night, *1
with all of the kindness and warmth he had.
perhaps there's a reason one as detested as I was born,
maybe I was born for what I must do today,
I'll run as far as I have to!
he arrived at his friend's birthplace.
It was only a few miles to his lover's place
he ran, he fell, now covered by wounds
no time to even stand up again,
the jeers and violence
I mustn't lose! I'm Holy Night!
dragging his arms and legs that were about to fall off,
he took off running again, I've found it! This is the house!
the lover who read the letter,
buried the motionless cat in the garden under one letter.
she buried her Holy Knight.
Translated By: Brian Stewart & Takako Sakuma
* 1 - The touching twist in this song, is that the painter names the cat hori- naito with no indication what the naito refers to. The cat assumes it means "Night" which comes across in the Japanese lyrics, but by the end when he's buried under the letter K, we realize that his name was in fact "Holy Knight".
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Hmm, vážně škoda, že moje japonština je tak mizerná
Mám rád příběhové texty A zdá se mi, že dneska je v mainstreamu v kurzu často spíš opakování refrénu (nebo nějakých nesmyslných vět) do bezvdědomí
V práci poslouchám Evropu 2 kde poslední dobu hrají dost chytlavý song "All Good Things (Come to an End)" od Nelly Furtado, jehož text, nebo spíš hlavní "myšlenka" je vyloženě jen od toho, aby se dobře zpíval/a
Eat all your school, stay in milk, drink your teeth, don't do sleep and get eight hours of drugs.
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SneZhulak
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Pearls before swine. Psychadelie 60tých let v plné síle
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fu ... d=57218849
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fu ... d=57218849
težko pochopit, že chápu vše, protože mi nezbýva nic jiného než nechápát nic
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MCZ
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Arcade Fire - Neon Bible (No Cars Go - živě). Parádní věc ; takhe dobrých desek vyjde jen pár za rok.
; takhe dobrých desek vyjde jen pár za rok.
Nějakou chvíli jsem se díval na Eurovision, očekávaje, jak se Kabáti ztrapní mezi těmi artovými (hehe, já vím, naivní) interprety, abych nakonec uznal, že ze všech hudebníků byli Kabáti jednoznačně nejlepší - nejoriginálnější zvuk, nejlepší mužský hlas a z toho co jsem byl schopen přeložit i nejlepší text.
Mezi těmi popovými transkami (vystoupení Nizozemců mě bude ještě hodně dlouho strašit ve snech) a uječenými Balkánci s doprovodem homosexuálních tanečníků měli jediní Kabáti koule.
A že jsem Kabát nikdy moc rád neměl.
Mezi těmi popovými transkami (vystoupení Nizozemců mě bude ještě hodně dlouho strašit ve snech) a uječenými Balkánci s doprovodem homosexuálních tanečníků měli jediní Kabáti koule.
A že jsem Kabát nikdy moc rád neměl.
"Za život si nic nekoupíš, ty čůzo! Haahahahahahahaahahaa…"
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Morty
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myslim, ze na last.fm to nazvali beer rock
hmm, dal by som si pivo(kozla) ...
hmm, dal by som si pivo(kozla)
...Fama nihil est celerius.
Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.
Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.
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