Какой песней вы бы охарактеризовали себя или свой взгляд на жизнь?

[OldFart]

Ленард крут.

Люблю его читать больше чем слушать + это

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real

[Adda]

Люблю его читать больше чем слушать + это

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real

Это вроде Johnny Cash, нет?

[OldFart]

Это вроде Йохнны Цаш, нет?

Гениальные у него стихи

[Losharick]

Гениальные у него стихи

Фартович, а русский вариант у тебя есть, переложив на тему Аддочки?

[Adda]

Гениальные у него стихи

Да. Послушала сейчас эту песню, он старый, говорит, не поёт фактически, но глаза и слова великолепны.

[Ben Dover]

easy - https://youtu.be/Rr8ljRgcJNM

[OldFart]

Фартович, а русский вариант у тебя есть, переложив на тему Аддочки?

По русски у меня только РА

[OldFart]

Да. Послушала сейчас эту песню, он старый, говорит, не поёт фактически, но глаза и слова великолепны.

Про него есть фильм, стоит посмотреть

[Adda]

easy - https://youtu.be/Rr8ljRgcJNM

еех! Плюсую. Ты билеты успел сдать на них?)

[Птиц]

по теме, - когда-то давно, лет 25 назад этот текст лег на нерв как никакой другой

When you're lost in the rain in Juarez, when it's Easter time, too
And your gravity fails and negativity don't pull you through
Don't put on any airs when you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some hungry women there
And they really make a mess outta you
Now, if you see Saint Annie, please, tell her, "Thanks a lot"
I cannot move, my fingers are all in a knot
I don't have the strength to get up and take another shot
And my best friend, my doctor won't even say what it is I've got
Sweet Melinda, the peasants call her the Goddess of Gloom
She speaks good English and she invites you up into her room
And you're so kind and careful not to go to her too soon
And she takes your voice and leaves you howling at the moon
Up on Housing Project Hill, it's either fortune or fame
You must pick up one or the other
Though neither of them are to be what they claim
If you're lookin' to get silly
You better go back to from where you came
Because the cops don't need you and man, they expect the same
Now, all the authorities, they just stand around and boast
How they blackmailed the sergeant at arms into leaving his post
And picking up Angel who just arrived here from the coast
Who looked so fine at first but left looking just like a ghost
I started out on burgundy, but soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they'd stand behind me when the game got rough
But the joke was on me, there was nobody even there to bluff
I'm goin' back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough