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The Divine Comedy – Generation Sex

puding — Mon, 21 Jun 2010 14:43:42 +0000

Nem ígérem, hogy ez az utolsó divine comedy dal, amit beteszek a blogba. Persze lehet, hogy más nem hallgatja őket, csak én. De én sokszor.

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Dalszöveg:

Generation sex respects the rights of girls
Who want to take their clothes off
As long as we can all watch that’s OK
And generation sex elects the type of guys
You wouldn’t leave your kids with
And shouts “off with their heads” if they get laid
Lovers watch their backs as hacks in macs
Take snaps through telephoto lenses
Chase Mercedes Benz’ through the night
A mourning nation weeps and wails
But keeps the sales of evil tabloids healthy
The poor protect the wealthy in this world
Generation sex injects the sperm of worms
Into the eggs of field mice
So you can look real nice for the boys
And generation sex is me and you
And we should really all know better
It doesn’t really matter what you say

Natacha Atlas – You Only Live Twice

puding — Tue, 18 May 2010 21:07:32 +0000

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Szécsi Pál – Őszi szél

puding — Tue, 18 May 2010 17:03:49 +0000

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Lisa Ekdahl – Rivers Of Love

puding — Fri, 14 May 2010 18:01:24 +0000

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Dalszöveg:

This night
I awoke
Out from dreams
Of tall cascading fontains
Of love
I’m floating like a dove
Covered from above
With fountains of loveAnd you
Fly with me
Through a scene
Of deep caressing rivers
Of love
Soft as a dove
It’s you i’m dreaming of
With rivers of love

Flowing from above
Knowing only of
Rivers of love

Pink – Fingers

puding — Mon, 10 May 2010 11:34:08 +0000

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Dalszöveg:

I’m alone now
Staring at the cieling
(uh, uh)
I’m kina bored now
I can’t sleep
(I can’t sleep, uh, uh)

And you only can make my life complete
(uh, uh. ah, i)
And when you come you slip into a dream
(uh, uh. ah, i)

When it’s late at night and you’re fast asleep
I let my fingers do the walking
I press record, i become a fiend
While no one else is watching
I let my fingers do the walking

(sth, mmm)

I’m starving (sth)
For some attention
I’m begging, pleading, bleeding
For a suggestion
(uh, uh, uh)

I bite my tongue because i wanna scream
(uh, uh. ah, i)
I’m almost there then you turn and look at me
(uh, uh. ah, ie)

When it’s late at night and you’re fast asleep
I let my fingers do the walking
I press record i become a fiend

While no one else is watching
(I let my fingers do the walking)

Rewind and you will see
(You will see)
While in the morning i’m happy
(I’m happy)
Right there on the tv screen
(On the tv)
(Me vengo, me vengo)

I’m restless
You need some caffeine
(ah, ha, ha, ha)
I’m wasted
If you could only see
(Only see)

Cuz i need more than you are gonna give
(uh, uh. ah, i)

When it’s late at night and you’re fast a sleep
I let my fingers do the walking
(ahhhhhh)!
I press record, i become a fiend
While no one else is watching
(no, no, no no)

When it’s late at night and you’re fast asleep
I let my fingers do the walking
(My fingers do the walking)
I press record i become a fiend
While no one else is watching
(No one else is watching)
(I let my fingers do the walking)

(ah, ah, ah, ah, ah uh, uh, uh huh)

The Divine Comedy – Tonight We Fly

puding — Wed, 21 Apr 2010 13:06:39 +0000

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Dalszöveg:

Over the houses
The streets and the trees
Over the dogs down below
They’ll bark at our shadows
As we float by on the breeze

Tonight we fly
Over the chimney tops
Skylights and slates -
Looking into all your lives
And wondering why
Happiness is so hard to find

Over the doctor, over the soldier
Over the farmer, over the poacher
Over the preacher, over the gambler
Over the teacher, over the rambler
Over the lawyer, over the dancer
Over the voyeur,over the builder and the destroyer,
Over the hills and far away

Tonight we fly
Over the mountains
The beach and the sea
Over the friends that we’ve known
And those that we now know
And those who we’ve yet to meet

And when we die
Oh, will we be
That disappointed
Or sad
If heaven doesn’t exist
What will we have missed
This life is the best we’ve ever had