SING LIKE A GUN!
(June 2005)
Music: Harri Pikka, Words: Antti Filppu.
This song was originally called Sing, Bastard! / Sing like Vysotsky!, but the lyrics are as they were, with the exception of the word "shotgun", which had to be taken along recently, to replace "bastard", as the latter word seems to be in use everywhere nowadays. This was and still is a joke. But it says something about the truth, also, as jokes often do.
They don't let me sing
But I don't wanna growl no more
It's all fucked up, I know
And they laugh, Then they say
It sounds like Tom Waits
But I can't hear it at all
There's no magic spell
To help you through this shit
If you can't sing like the king
But you gotta try, You've got to try
Something else instead
I can't sing like Elvis
Like Vladimir Vysotsky
I can't sing like the Russian Elvis
Baby, I'm a shotgun
And the drunken flight is cut short in the lines
The same things will fall to all but some lucky bastards
The wolf hunt is on, In the corner of the street
I've met a few who were sad as hell
Well, one got away and he's still growling aloud
A song for all friends and a song....
"For the earth is not dead,
Great sorrow has just made it black"
"Surun pyyhit silmistäni pois"
I wanna sing like Elvis
Like Vladimir Vysotsky
I wanna sing like the Russian Elvis
Baby, How would you like it
If I could sing like Elvis
Like Vladimir Vysotsky
If I could sing like the Russian Elvis
Baby, How would they like it
They would not like it
Nje poni maju, Nje poni maju
Harasho! Ruki ver!
чайковский не э(и?)мигрант. но какую музыку писал! [:lol:]
а вообще постановка вопроса смущает.
что значит нет своих звезд?
свои - йето какие? в америке американские, в россии русские или э(и?)мигранты откроют свою республику "брюквинка" и начнут штамповать звезд?
хехе, щас пойдем на второй заход
Вам же сказали: приходите завтра!
А Вы всё время сегодня приходите.
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