Too much

Too much stress
too much pain
too much emotions
ain't a saint

Too much work
drained out my brain
too much feelings
I feel such strain

Too much thinking
not enough gain
Too much loving
but ain't a saint

Too much of everything
too much hopes
too much of me
I'm just tired
and want to go home.

Last flowers

Appliances have gone berserk
I cannot keep up
Treading on people's toes
Snot-nosed little punk

And I can't face the evening straight
You can offer me escape
Houses move and houses speak
If you take me there you'll get relief, relief, relief, relief

And if I'm gonna talk
I just want to talk
Please don't interrupt
Just sit back and listen

'Cause I can't face the evening straight
You can offer me escape
Houses move and houses speak
If you take me there you'll get relief, relief, relief, relief
Relief, relief

It's too much, too bright, too powerful
Too much, too bright, too powerful
Too much, too bright, too powerful
Too much, too bright, too powerful

Няколко парчета

които слушам с удоволствие всеки ден.

Не само заради мелодията, ами и заради думичките :).

Като цяло съм голям почитател на това хубавата музика да има смислен текст. Песен без думи или с mumble-humble не ми допада.

Когато бях малка, заради това че слушах групи, които пеят на английски, започнах да уча този език. Исках да разбирам за какво пеят. Та думите за мен лично правят 50% от песента.

Ето част от моя списък от любими песни с любими текстове (ще се спра до 10):

1. Elderly Woman Behind The Counter In A Small Town - Pearl Jam




2. Ain't no grave - Johnny Cash



3. Just - Radiohead



4. Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd



5. Wish you were here - Pink Floyd



6. Green is the colour - Pink Floyd
/тук се спирам насилствено с парчетата на Floyd, защото съм склонна да прекаля/



7. Foo Fighters - Walk



7. Did I Let You Know - Red Hot Chili Peppers



8. Valerie - Amy Winehouse



9. You do something to me - Paul Weller



10. Something Beautiful - Robbie Williams

Какво правят лудите като мен

докато чакат за преглед?! :) Пишат от време на време, нахвърлят мисли:

I wanted to forget you
But I couldn't.
The memories
of your smile
and eyes
I can't erase.

Your voice
keeps telling me
there's hope for us
and in hope I die.

I die to be reborn
To smile again
To look around
To search for you

Because the only thing
I want to see
I want to touch
i want to love
is you.