Ох, черт. Прости, моя крыша, за то, что никак не дам тебе встать на место: то в одну сторону поедешь, то в другую...
Как меня вчера торкнулоооо... Открыла для себя готик-рок, да.
Emilie Autumn.
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Охх. На первую песню, "Liar", напала случайно: на хеталийском ЖЖ кинк-сообществе ляпнули, что песня как раз про пейринг Россия/Литва. Ну Маранта что, Маранта пошла искать текст. Нашла даже лучше: на ю-тубе клип с текстом в виде встроенных сабов.
Ну, в англоязычном фандоме этот пейринг видят и пишут несколько иначе, чем у нас, с чисто Россией-садистом.
Текст:
читать дальшеI want to hold you to the sun
I want to be your faithful one
I want to show you all the beauty you don't even know you hold
I'm hurting you for your own good
I'd die for you, you know I would
I'd give up all my wealth to buy you back the toy you never sold
I want to mix our blood and put it in the ground
So you can never leave
I want to win your trust, your faith, your heart
You'll never be decieved
Liar, liar, liar, liar
Liar, liar, liar, liar
Liar, liar, liar, liar
Liar, liar, liar, liar
Liar, Liar
I want you to heal you pretty sweet
(I want to heal you pretty sweet )
I'll throw rose petals at your feet
I'll spend eternity comparing all my poetry to yours
I want to see love through your eyes
(I'll throw rose petals at your feet )
You'll never have to compramise
I'd give up all my fame to bite your demons and your bloody woes
I want to mix our blood and put it in the ground
So you can never leave
I want to win your trust, your faith, your heart
You'll never be decieved
Liar, liar, liar, liar
Liar, liar, liar, liar
Liar, liar, liar, liar
Liar, liar, liar, liar
Liar, liar
Are you suffering?
Are you suffering?
Are you suffering?
Are you suffering?
Are you suffering?
Are you suffering?
Are you suffering?
Are you suffering?
Are you suffering?
I want your suffering
I want your beautiful suffering
I want to see your pain
Are you suffering?
I want your suffering
I want your beautiful suffering
I want to see your pain
Are you suffering?
I want your suffering
I want your beautiful suffering
I want to see your pain
Are you suffering?
I want your suffering
I want your beautiful suffering
I want it! I want it!
I want to mix our blood and put it in the ground
So you can never leave
I want to win your trust, your faith, your heart
You'll never be decieved
I want to mix our blood and put it in the ground
So you can never leave
I want to win your trust, your faith, your heart
You'll never be decieved
Liar, liar, liar, liar
Liar, liar, liar, liar
Liar, liar, liar, liar
Liar, liar, liar, liar
Liar, Liar
Liar, Liar
I want to mix our blood and put it in the ground
So you can never leave
I want to mix our blood and put it in the ground
So you can never leave
I want to mix our blood and put it in the ground
So you can never leave
I want to mix our blood and put it in the ground
So you can never leave Потом покопалась среди других клипов Эмили, и меня добила песня "I know where you sleep". Ооо... Просто создана для ОТП Холодной Войны.
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Поступлю этой осенью в художку - нарисую клип.
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Текст:
читать дальшеI know
The sickening thoughts that slither around your head
I know
The gluttonous guilt that buried me in your bed
Manipulate me if you can
Go on and fool me like your biggest fan
I know
The arrogant pride that poisons the truth you hear
I know
The bigoted tongue that tears apart all your fear
Pontificate you faded star
Go on and show them who you really are
You can lie to the papers
You can hide from the press
You can fake it on stage
You can crawl from your cage
You can search and destroy
You can kill but depend on it
I know your tainted flesh
I know your filthy soul
I know each trick you played
Whore you laid
Dream you stole
I know the bed in the room in the wall
In the house where you got what you wanted then ruined it all
I know the secrets that you keep
I know where you sleep
I know
The illness behind the image that you create
I know
The tedious need to turn all your love to hate
You poor pathetic paranoid
Is it just me or do you secretly enjoy it?
You can lie to the papers
You can hide from the press
You can fake it on stage
You can crawl from your cage
You can search and destroy
You can kill but depend on it
I know your tainted flesh
I know your filthy soul
I know each trick you played
Whore you laid
Dream you stole
I know the bed in the room in the wall
In the house where you got what you wanted then ruined it all
I know the secrets that you keep
I know where you sleep
(Sleep)
(Sleep)
(Sleep)
You play the victim very well
You build your self-indulgent hell
You wanted someone to understand you
Well, be careful what you wish for because I do
You've got a fancy turn of pharse
You set your trap
You made your plays
You're so fond of games
You must never lose
Funny how the only one in your bed is...
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You can lie to the papers
You can hide from the press
You can lie to the papers
You can hide from the press
You can lie to the papers
You can hide from the press
Fake
Crawl
Search
Kill!
Oh my god
Oh my god
I touched you
I can never live it down
I can never live it down
God save the queen
I loved you
I can never live it down
I can never live it down
Oh, oh
I fucked you
I can never live it down
I can never live it down
I can ne--ver live it...down
Oh, I know
The sickening thoughts that slither around your head
I know
The gluttonous guilt that buried me in your...bed
You can lie to the papers
You can hide from the press
You can fake it on stage
You can crawl from your cage
You can search and destroy
You can kill but depend on it
I know your tainted flesh
I know your filthy soul
I know each trick you played
Whore you laid
Dream you stole
I know the bed in the room in the wall
In the house where you got what you wanted then ruined it
I know the bed in the room in the wall
In the house where you got what you wanted then ruined it
I know the bed in the room in the wall
In the house where you got what you wanted then ruined it all
I know the secrets that you keep
I know where you sleep
I'm wishing you the best of luck
And by the way
Your poetry sucks
I'm wishing you the best of luck
And by the way
Your poetry sucks
I'm wishing you the best of luck
And by the way
Your poetry sucks
I'm wishing you the best of luck
And by the way
Your poetry sucks
I'm wishing you the best of luck
And by the wayИ еще Shalott у нее недурная. ))
А Opheliac, конечно, крышу выносит.
Если интересно, могу дать ссылку на "Shalott" с видео. Делала моя добрая знакомая, которая и поныне пребывает в любви и согласии с английской литературой и тем, что из неё проистекло.
пожалуйста)
У неё есть еще один, на "Liar", но там Татьяна/Онегин.