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И на нашем радио мы сейчас поставим переписку с одним человеком.
25. 08.13, вс.; 19:30.
Переписка с Никитой Баженовым.
« Давай писать в сообщество "Джон Мавитэл". Я тебя прошу... только что-нибудь научное, политическое, весёлое. Только нормальное. Сами люди должны делать счастье, интерес и радость.
I with this music good get fun! It gives new energy, joy comes, I want to dance, write, new thoughts and talk to these people (the next level). Communication with intelligent people giving unlimited freedom! You can sit at home or walking in the yard you want. But this can’t be dismissed. It would be necessary to write to the community, "John Mavitel." There will be another time to have fun. Brains have to work!»
А сейчас мы послушаем несколько моих любимых песен.
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Panic! At The Disco – Time To Dance - 3:22 |
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AFI – Miss Murder - 3:26 |
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Panic! At The Disco – Nearly Witches (Ever Since We Met...) - 4:16 |
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AFI – Love Like Winter - 2:47 |
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Panic! At The Disco – New Perspective - 4:40 |
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Panic! At The Disco – I Write Sins Not Tragedies - 3:06 |
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Panic! At The Disco – The Ballad of Mona Lisa - 3:54 |
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Panic! At The Disco – This is Halloween - 3:36. |
Вот, как раз и они. Только их тексты.
Well, she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor
Just for the attention.
Cause that's just ridiculously on.
Well, she sure is gonna get it
Here's the setting
Fashion magazines line the walls now
The walls line the bullet holes
Have some composure
Where is your posture?
Oh, no, no
You're pulling the trigger
Pulling the trigger
All wrong
[x2]
Give me envy, give me malice, give me a-a-attention
Give me envy, give me malice, baby, give me a break!
When I say "Shotgun", you say "Wedding"
"Shotgun", "Wedding", "Shotgun", "Wedding"
She didn't choose this role
But she'll play it and make it sincere
So you cry, you cry
(Give me a break)
But they believe it from the tears
And the teeth right down to the blood
At her feet
Boys will be boys
Hiding in estrogen and wearing Aubergine dreams
(Give me a break)
Have some composure
Where is your posture?
Oh, no, no
You're pulling the trigger
Pulling the trigger
All wrong
[x2]
Come on this is screaming "Photo op." op...
Come on
Come on
This is screaming
This is screaming
This is screaming "Photo op."
Boys will be boys, baby
Boys will be boys
Boys will be boys, baby
Boys will be boys
Give me envy, give me malice, give me a-a-attention
Give me envy, give me malice, baby, give me a break!
When I say "Shotgun", you say "Wedding"
"Shotgun", "Wedding", "Shotgun", "Wedding"
Boys will be boys
Hiding in estrogen and boys will be boys
Boys will be boys
Hiding in estrogen and wearing Aubergine dreams.
Hey Miss Murder can I?
Hey Miss Murder can I?
MAKE beauty stay IF I take my life?
Whoa-oh-ohh
With just a look they shook and heavens bowed before him.
Simply a look can break your heart.
The stars that pierce the sky; he left them all behind.
We’re left to wonder why he left us all behind.
Hey Miss Murder can I?
Hey Miss Murder can I?
MAKE beauty stay if I take my life?
Whoa-oh-ohh (ohh)
Dreams of his crash won’t pass oh, how they all adored him.
Beauty will last when spiraled down.
The stars that mystified, he left them all behind.
And how his children cried, he left us all behind.
Hey Miss Murder can I?
Hey Miss Murder can I?
MAKE beauty stay if I take my life?
Whoa-oh-ohh
What's the hook, the twist within this verbose mystery?
I would gladly bet my life upon it.
That the ghost you love, your ray of light
Will fizzle out without hope.
We're the empty set just floating through, wrapped in skin
Ever searching for what we were promised.
Reaching for that golden ring we'd never let go,
Who would ever let us put their filthy hands upon it?
Hey Miss Murder can I?
Hey Miss Murder can I?
MAKE beauty stay if I take my life?
Whoa-oh
Hey Miss Murder can I?
Hey Miss Murder can I?
MAKE beauty stay if I take my life?
Oh-oh.
Dès le premier jour
Ton parfum enivra mon amour
Et dans ces instants
J’aimerais être comme toi par moment
Mais depuis ce jour
Je n’ai qu’un seul et unique regret
[On the first day
I loved your perfume intoxicated
And in those moments
I want to be like you at times
But since that day
I have a single regret]
My winged tips waltz across naive
wood floors they creak
Innocently down the stairs
Drat melody
My pre-cost defeats surf cobweb headaches as the
Matching set of marching clocks
The slumbering apparitions
had they come to wake up
Here I am composing a burlesque
out of where they rest they rest their necks
Sunken in their splintered cradles
And, ramshackle hands, they asked for it
As a girl
You have set your heart on haunting
me forever from the start
It’s never silent
Ever since we met
I only shoot up with your perfume
It’s the only thing
That makes me feel as good as you do
Ever since we met
I’ve got just one regret to live through
That one regret is you
How does a heart love if no one has noticed
its presence and where does love go
Trembling hands play my heart like a drum
but defeats gone and lost in the show
You have set your heart on haunting
me forever from the start,
It’s never silent
Ever since we met,
I only shoot up with your perfume,
It’s the only thing
that makes me feel as good as you do,
Ever since we met,
I’ve got just one regret to live through,
(And I regret never letting you go!)
Ever since we met,
I only shoot up with your perfume,
It’s the only thing
that makes me feel as good as you do,
Ever since we met,
I’ve got just one regret to live through
And that one regret is you
(Mona Lisa, pleased to please you)
That one regret is you
(Mona Lisa, pleased to please you)
That one regret is you
(Mona Lisa, pleased to please you)
I’ve got just one.
Warn your warmth to turn away,
Here it's december,
Everyday.
Press your lips to the sculptures,
And surely you'll stay.
For a suger and ice,
I have made, i remain.
It's in the blood,
It's in the flood.
I met my love before I was born.
He wanted love,
I taste the flood.
He bit my lip, and drank my warmth,
From years before, from years before.
She attails the mirror lace,
I barely dreamt her, yesterday.
With the lines of the mirror through,
The lipstick trace.
She said it seems your somewhere,
Far away. to and space.
It's in the blood,
It's in the flood.
I met my love before I was born.
She wanted love,
I taste the blood.
She bit my lip, and drank my warmth,
From years before, from years before.
Love like winter.
Love like winter.
Winter.
It's in the blood,
It's in the flood.
I met my love before I was born.
He wanted love,
I taste the blood.
He bit my lip, and drank my warmth,
From years before, from years before.
From years before.
I feel the salty waves come in
I feel them crash against my skin
And I smile as I respire because I know they’ll never win
There’s a haze above my TV
That changes everything I see
And maybe if I continue watching
I’ll lose the traits that worry me
Can we fast-forward to go down on me?
Stop there and let me correct it
I want live a life from a new perspective
You come along because I love your face
And I’ll admire your expensive taste
And who cares divine intervention
I want be praised from a new perspective
But leaving now would be a good idea
So catch me up on getting out of here
Taking everything for granted but we still respect the time
We move along with some new passion knowing everything is fine
And I would wait and watch the hours fall in a hundred separate lines
But I regain repose and wonder how I ended up inside
Can we fast-forward to go down on me?
Stop there and let me correct it
I want live a life from a new perspective
You come along because I love your face
and I’ll admire your expensive taste
And who cares divine intervention
I want be praised from a new perspective
But leaving now would be a good idea
So catch me up on getting out of here
More to the point, I need to show
How much I can come and go
Other plans fell through
And put a heavy load on you
I know there’s no more that need be said
When I’m inching through your bed
Take a look around instead and watch me go
Stop there and let me correct it
I want live a life from a new perspective
You come along because I love your face
and I’ll admire your expensive taste
And who cares divine intervention
I want be praised from a new perspective
But leaving now would be a good idea
So catch me up on getting out of here
It’s not fair, just let me perfect it
Don’t want live a life that was comprehensive
’cause seeing clear would be a bad idea
Now catch me up on getting out of here
So catch me up I’m getting out of here.
Oh, well imagine as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,
And I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words:
"What a beautiful wedding, what a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to a waiter.
"Yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride is a whore."
I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of...
Well in fact I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved!
Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne!
Oh! Well in fact I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved!
Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne, pour the champagne!
I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
Again.
I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
Again.
She paints her fingers with a close precision
He starts to notice empty bottles of gin
And takes a moment to assess the sin
She's paid for
A lone speaker in a conversation
Her words are swimming through his ears again
There's nothing wrong with just a taste
Of what you've paid for
Say what you mean,
Tell me I'm right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign, I wanna believe
Woah, Mona Lisa
You're guaranteed to run this town
Woah, Mona Lisa
I'd pay to see you frown
He senses something, call it desperation
Another dollar, another day
And if she had the proper words to say,
She would tell him
But she'd have nothing left to sell him
Say what you mean,
Tell me I'm right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign, I want believe
Woah, Mona Lisa
You're guaranteed to run this town
Woah, Mona Lisa
I'd pay to see you frown
Mona Lisa
Wear me out
Pleased to please ya
Mona Lisa
Wear me out
Say what you mean,
Tell me I'm right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign, I want believe
Woah, Mona Lisa
You're guaranteed to run this town
Woah, Mona Lisa
I'd pay to see you frown
Say what you mean,
Tell me I'm right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign, I want believe
There's nothing wrong with just a taste
Of what you've paid for.
Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with us and you will see
This, our town of Halloween
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright
It's our town, everybody scream
In this town of Halloween
I am the one hiding under your bed
Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red
I am the one hiding under yours stairs
Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song
In this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise
Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can
Something's waiting now to pounce, and how you'll...
Scream! This is Halloween
Red 'n' black, slimy green
Aren't you scared?
Well, that's just fine
Say it once, say it twice
Take a chance and roll the dice
Ride with the moon in the dead of night
Everybody scream! Everybody scream!
In our town of Halloween!
I am the clown with the tear-away face
Here in a flash and gone without a trace
I am the "who" when you call, "Who's there?"
I am the wind blowing through your hair
I am the shadow on the moonlit night
Filling your dreams to the brim with fright
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
Halloween! Halloween!
Tender lumpings everywhere
Life's no fun without a good scare
That's our job, but we're not mean
In our town of Halloween
In this town
Don't we love it now?
Everyone’s waiting for the next surprise
Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back
And scream like a banshee
Make you jump out of your skin
This is Halloween, everybody scream
Won’t ya please make way for a very special guy
Our man jack is King of the Pumpkin patch
Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song
La lala la, la la la la...
Продолжение переписки с Никитой.
Никита Баженов; 26.08.13, в 00:02.
«Я позвал друзей!»
Я; 30.08.13, в 21:18.
«ОК! Они хорошие, нормальные? Думают как нормальные?»
Первое фото из Иркутска, второе - "Я с любимыми исполнителями"!
Переписка с новым другом. Катей Вороновой.
1) « Катя! Наконец-то! Я, конечно, всё время пишу в сообществе "Джон Мавитэл"! Но надо и с людьми общаться! У меня в документах на моей странице есть мои собственные сочинения. Если хочешь, - читай.
Это я. Правда, хмурый. Но на это есть две причины. Когда прогулка надоела и когда не с кем поговорить. А дел куча. Если человек занят делом, его могут понять. Он готовит дорогу в будущее. Что нас ждёт? Давай поговорим об этом после.
Сегодня людей волнует другое. Все знают, что это. Я, если нормально, займусь это в двадцатипятилетнем возрасте. А пока мне этим нельзя загружать свой мозг!»
2) «Здравствуйте! Я тебя помню. Мы с тобой в одном садике были. Ты мало общаешься?!»