(Weill / Brecht)

The fact that millions

Are daily tortured stifled punished silenced and oppressed

Mankind can keep alive thanks to its brilliance

In keeping its humanity repressed

We move through love to reach the light

That shines within us all

The knowledge of the universe

Live love instead of war

Peep hole, peach blow/ 

Pandora, Pompadour/ 

Pale leaf, pink sweet/ 

Persephone

Some people live in HellMany bastards succeedBut I, I've learned nothingI can't even elegantly bleedOut the poison blood of failure

Swans - Failure

Nuo vaikystės imponuoja žymūs visuomenės veikėjai.Tik paaugęs sužinai, kad kai kurie iš jų yra gėjai.Pasakyk man, mama, kas yra tie gėjai?Būna tik ministrai, ar būna ir šlavėjai?

Iš Weezer dainos "Say It Ain't So":

Dear Daddy,

I write you in spite of years of silence

You cleaned off, found Jesus,

Things are good or so I hear.

This bottle of Steven's awakens ancient feelings

Like father, step father, the son is drowning in the flood.

Po daugiau nei dvejų metų supratau, jog ši daina - apie tėčio priklausomybę (iš sūnaus perspektyvos). 

Ketureilio vietą užėmė trieilis.

I dream of the winter in my heart turning to spring

While the ice gives way under my feet

And so I drown with the sun

Mūsų pasaulis

Mūsų pasaulis apvalus

Viskas sugrįžta

Viskas sugrižta vėl pas mus

daina - šiaip sau, bet žodžiai ohh vertingi:

Ooh in time it could have been so much more 

The time is precious I know 

In time it could have been so much more 

The time has nothing to show because 

Time won't give me time and 

Time makes lovers feel like they've got something real 

But you and me we know they've got nothing but time

And time won't give me time, won't give me time (time, time, time)

Don't make me feel any colder

Time is like a clock in my heart

nieko originalaus, tik paprasta nostalgija...

Я ей скажу: с другим наедине ""О наших встречах позабыла ты"

И потому на память обо мне... Возьми вот эти скромные цветы""

Она возьмёт, но снова в поздний час. Когда туман сгущается и грусть

Она пройдёт, не поднимая глаз. Не улыбнётся даже, ну и пусть

Ar dar prisimeni, kaip mes abu

Saldainius valgėme kartu.

Tada žiūrėjom televizorių,

Ant sofos buvo šilta, patogu,

(suprantu)

Immigrants and faggots 

They make no sense to me 

They come to our country 

And think they'll do as they please

Like start some mini Iran 

Or spread some fucking disease

They talk so many goddamn ways 

It's all Greek to me 

(statistinio amerikiečio požiūris)

Come away, o human child

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand

For the world's more full of weeping

Than you can understand.

Unicorns and cannonballs, palaces and piers Trumpets, towers and tenements, wide oceans full of tears Flags, rags, ferryboats, scimitars and scarves Every precious dream and vision underneath the stars

Yes, you climbed on a ladder with the wind in your sails You came like a comet, blazing your trail Too high, too far, too soon You saw the whole of the moon

How the hell did you see the whole of the moon?

The snow has fallen                                                                                           Sniegas iškrito

And raised this white mountain                                                                            Ir šitą baltą kalną iškėlė

On which you will die                                                                                        Ant kurio tu mirsi

And fade away in silence                                                                                    Ir tyloje išnyksi

Agalloch - Falling Snow

One day I hope we'll be 

In perfect harmony

A planet with one mind

Then I could tell you

All the things inside my head

Samael - Slavocracy

Between a caesar and nothing there are planty of ways to be Life is full of differences and so should be society Hope is a fuel we get for free while fear demands security So why are those two always used as if they were power tools

Ir ištiesų, kodėl?

čia ne visai ta tinkama tema aptarinėti, bet man patiko, kaip amerikiečių humoristas Alfredas Jankovičius perdarė Bob Dylaną "per simetrinį word-player'į" :

I, man, am regal - a German am I

Never odd or even

If I had a hi-fi

Madam, I'm Adam

Too hot to hoot

No lemons, no melon

Too bad I hid a boot

Lisa Bonet ate no basil

Warsaw was raw

Was it a car or a cat I saw?

Rise to vote, sir

Do geese see god?

"Do nine men interpret?" "Nine men," I nod

Rats live on no evil star

Won't lovers revolt now?

Race fast, safe car

Pa's a sap

Ma is as selfless as I am

May a moody baby doom a yam?

Ah, Satan sees Natasha

No devil lived on

Lonely Tylenol

Not a banana baton

No "x" in "Nixon"

O, stone, be not so

O Geronimo, no minor ego

"Naomi," I moan

A dog, a panic in a pagoda

Nurse, I spy gypsies - run!

Now I see bees I won

We panic in a pew

Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo

God! A red nugget! A fat egg under a dog!

Go hang a salami, I'm a lasagna hog

stebėtina veidrodinė simetrija (nors pas Dylaną ankstyvojoje nonsensical kūryboje šiek tiek geriau)

Then she drew the curtains down And said, 'When will you ever learn

That what happens there beyond the glass Is simply none of your concern?

God has given you but one heart You are not a home for the hearts of your brothers

And God does not care for your benevolence Anymore than he cares for the lack of it in others

Nor does he care for those who sit At windows in judgement of the world He created

While sorrows pile up around him Ugly, useless and over-inflated.'

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - As I Sat Sadly by Her Side

Daughter tekstai puikūs, o šis ypač.

 And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones

'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone

We're setting fire to our insides for fun

Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home

It was a flood that wrecked this