17.03.2017 test 2

17.03.2017 test 1

10.11.2013 Последняя запись британских провокаторов Chumbawamba «In Memoriam: Margaret Thatcher»

12.02.2013 BIG SOCIETY! (“Большой свет”) Перевод двух песен из последнего альбома Chumbawamba

24.09.2011 Что есть панк? (если этот вопрос уместен)

09.06.2011 Делать панк самому или со своими друзьями

27.05.2011 Протест средствами искусства

24.05.2011 На «Максидроме» поубавилось русских

19.05.2011 Первое знакомство с веселыми анархистами.

11.05.2011 Из истории Chumbawamba

«P»

P

Pass It Along

Come on, come on, come on
Send this song to twenty people
Add your name, don’t break the cycle
Pass it along by word of mouse
Save the world, don’t leave the house
Because a virtual office in a virtual home
Means you’ll never have to drive through the wrong part of town
Pass it along by word of mouse
Save the world, don’t leave the house
Pass it along, don’t leave the house
Pass it along, don’t leave the house
Where do you want to go today?
Somewhere you could never take me
(repeats)
Pass it along, pass it along
So here’s your final resting place
Your heaven is protected by security gates
Shut out the world, it’s getting worse
Save yourself, don’t leave the house
Because a happy future is a thing of the past
And there’s always another repeat (repeat)
Shut out the world, it’s getting worse
Save yourself, don’t leave the house
Pass it along, don’t leave the house
Pass it along, don’t leave the house
Where do you want to go today?
Somewhere you could never take me
(repeats)
Brave new world population one
Just pass it along
(repeats)

Pickle

Preserved and safe on a high-up shelf
Where soiled little fingers can’t mess
Catalogued labeled and rarely-played
Polished and pure and possessed

Aaahaa — That’s not music
Aaahaa — That’s a pickle
Aaahaa — That’s not music
Aaahaa — That’s a pickle

Best keep your songs in the safety of darkness
And never expose them to light
Open with care (shh), pack in the box
All your songs might grow wings and take flight

Aaahaa — That’s not music
Aaahaa — That’s a pickle
Aaahaa — That’s not music
Aaahaa — That’s a pickle

Pickle [x12]

(Whealin’ and the dealin’ there, in the whiskey business for a long time…
And this guy had a guitar…
It laid around there and I lotta times there wouldn’t be any customers in the place
And I’d grab up this guitar and I got to pecking around on it
And I thought it sounded awful pretty)

Puccini Said

(opera in background)

Maria, she sits in the same easy chair
Framed by the sun from outside
Sings ‘Madame Butterfly’ over again
Black daisies
For the bride

(opera in background)

Encores and curtain calls, flowers and cheers
And so many people to see!
Puccini said «One day, Miss Tobyn
You’ll be singing this song just for me
Just for me»

(opera in background)

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