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tormenta767
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| iwakinga napisał: | | kurde, ja już po cornerstone czułam, że jemu ta miłość dobrze robi:D |
oj dobrze mu ta miłośc robi napewno...podobno "Fire and The Thud" Alex napisał dla Alexy  ...coś go wzieło na te miłostki ostatnio...Humbug ma dużo tekstów o tej tematyce 
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AnnaMolly
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| Wysłany: Śro 18:38, 19 Sie 2009 Temat postu: |
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Taaak, w Cornerstone tak się wciągnelam ze sobie gram i spiewam;p
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liquefy
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| AnnaMolly napisał: | | Taaak, w Cornerstone tak się wciągnelam ze sobie gram i spiewam;p |
zdecydowanie moja ulubiona piosenka z humbuga 
bardzo sie w nia wczuwam emocjonalnie 
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tormenta767
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| Wysłany: Śro 20:22, 19 Sie 2009 Temat postu: |
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nie tylko was urzekła Cornerstone naprawde wciąga!!!
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iwakinga
Fire & The Thud
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| tormenta767 napisał: | | nie tylko was urzekła Cornerstone naprawde wciąga!!! |
mnie też. Każdy dojazd na sesje spędzam sluchając jej w autobusie i gapiąc się na ludzi
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pestka
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| Wysłany: Pią 14:44, 21 Sie 2009 Temat postu: |
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Cornerstone - zanim ją usłyszałam przeczytałam tekst i pomyslałam że jest naprawdę dobry, fajny pomysł, spodobał mi się. Myślałam nad tym jak to może brzmieć no i gdy ją pierwszy raz usłyszałam pierwsza reakcja była mniej więcej taka "kurcze jak mi ta muzyka nie pasuje do tekstu"  heh, ale podkreślam że to było tylko takie pierwsze wrażenie. Po prostu jakos nie spodziewałam się że to zagrają do takiej wolnej, nostalgicznej nuty, sama właściwie nie wiem czemu..  No a teraz oczywiście tylko chodzę i śpiewam
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alice
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| Wysłany: Pią 21:43, 21 Sie 2009 Temat postu: |
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A ja mam jeszcze taką 'ciekawostkę' co do 'Crying Lightinig'. Od początku mi tak trochę nie pasowało to truskawkowe spaghetti i znalazłam coś innego:
zwykłe żelki!
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| Wysłany: Pią 21:50, 21 Sie 2009 Temat postu: |
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no to jest wlasnie truskawkowe spaghetti ;p
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Klaudyna
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| Wysłany: Pią 21:50, 21 Sie 2009 Temat postu: |
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eeeeeee a truskawkowe spaghetti to niby co innego?
[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]
to juz moja droga bylo poruszane pare stron temu.
i po raz setny przypominam, ze szukalam na stronie haribo jak to na polski przetlumaczyc.
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alice
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| Wysłany: Pią 22:21, 21 Sie 2009 Temat postu: |
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Aha, sorry, ja nie zajarzyłam, może dlatego, że nie przepadam za słodyczami, a tym bardziej za wyrobami Haribo. Jak przeczytałam 'truskawkowe spaghetti' to pomyślałam, że przyjęliście to jako wytwór wyobraźni Turnera. Nie ważne, nie wiem jak lepiej wyjaśnić mój błąd. W takim razie przepraszam za odkopanie sprawy
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Klaudyna
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Klaudyna
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mamy oficjalne teksty przepisane przez tego pana z ksiazeczki z humbuga
| FollowedByTheThud napisał: | These are the "official" lyrics, they come directly from the booklet.
My Propeller
If you can summon the strength tow me
I can't hold down the urgency
You've got to make your descent slowly
And oil up those sticky keys
Coax me out my low and have a spin of my propeller
It's a necessary evil
No cause for emergency
Borrowed the beak of a bald eagle
Momentary synergy
Coax me out my low
Sink in to tomorrow
Coax me out my low and have a spin of my propeller
My propeller won't spin and I can't get it started on my own
When are you arriving?
My Propeller
Comment: It's actually "my low" and not "my love", surprisingly.
Crying Lightning
Outside the café by the cracker factory you were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude as you talked and chewed on the last of your pick and mix.
You said "You're mistaken if you're thinking that I haven't been called 'cold' before"
as you bit into your strawberry lace.
Then offered me your attention in the form a gobstopper
it's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes consisted of the strange, the twisted and deranged
and I love that little game you had called 'Crying Lightning'
and how you liked to aggravate the ice cream man on rainy afternoons
The next time that I caught my own reflection it was on its way to meet you,
thinking of excuses to postpone.
You never looked like yourself from the side but your profile could not hide
the fact you knew I was approaching your throne.
With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache,
stood and puffed your chest out like you'd never lost a war.
Although I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
there was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange, the twisted and deranged
and I hate that little game you had called 'Crying Lightning'
and how liked to aggravate the ice cream man on rainy afternoons.
Uninviting, but not half as impossible as everyone assumes you are.
Comment: The lyric booklet states that Alex sings "ice cream man" both times, although you can clearly hear it's "icky man" the second time. 
Dangerous Animals
I'm pinned down by the dark.
Been fighting with my sheets and nearly crying in my sleep.
Yes I'm battling that well told gripe,
the most frustrating type,
You should have racing stripes the way you keep me in pursuit
You sharpen the heel of your boot and press it in my chest
And you make me wheeze
Then to my knees you promote me
I'm pinned down by the dark
(A-N-I-M-A-L)
She makes my heard pirouette more than I would be willing to confess
(D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S)
The light it fidgets through, the thoughts will soon revert to you.
About as bashful as a tribal dance,
the first and final chance
And of course the audience of frighteners and fiends,
divided up into two teams.
When the acrobat fell of the beam she broke everyone's heart.
I'm pinned down by the dark
(A-N-I-M-A-L)
She makes my heard pirouette more than I would be willing to confess
(D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S)
(D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S)
The most unsuitable pet, it's been long enough now so let's make a mess lioness
I'm pinned down by the dark
Secret Door
Fools on parade cavort and carry on waiting for eyes
Ones you would rather be beside than in front of
She's never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares
She swam out of tonight's phantasm, grabbed my hand and mate it very clear
There's absolutely nothing for us here.
It's a magnolia celebration to be attended on a Wednesday night
It's better that than get a reputation of miserable little tyke
At least that's the conclusion she came to in this overture.
The secret door swings behind us,
She's saying nothing, she's just giggling along
Her arms were folded most indignant not looking like she was soon to leave,
I had to squint in order to believe.
Like a butler pushing on a bookshelf and unveiling the unexpected
I who was earlier reluctant was suddenly embarrassed and corrected
How could such a creature survive in such a habitat?
The secret door swings behind us,
She's saying nothing, she's just giggling along
Even if they were to find us, I wouldn't notice,
I'm completely occupied
as all the Fools on parade cavort and carry on waiting for eyes
Ones you would rather be beside than in front of
She's never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares.
Fools on parade frolic and fuck about
To make a gaze turn to scribble on a page by a picture that holds her absence
but you're daft to think she'd care
Fools on parade conduct a sing-along
Potion Approaching
I was biting the time zone
and we embellished the banks of our bloodstreams
and the caution to the colourful
Then we fell asleep in the car
Until the bumps woke me up in your grip
and the tide took me to your mouth
and then swept me back down to your palms
It's them that put me inside the reminder that
Yours is the only ocean
that i want to swing from
Yours is the only ocean
that I want to hang on
I've got this ego mechanic
She's always trying to give me vitamins
She'd be frightened of your reflection
I preferred her as a cartoon
If I could be someone else for a week
I'd still spend it chasing after you
She's not shattering my attitudes
no matter how she folds the potion
Yours is the only ocean
that I want to swing from
Yours is the only ocean
that I want to hang on
Potion Approaching
Shield your eyes
Potion Approaching
Visualise
Holding a token
Swollen in size
Potion Approaching
Shield your eyes
If we're going to escape though
We really ought to think it through
Would you like me to build you a go kart?
Fire And The Thud
You showed me my tomorrow
Beside a box of matches
A welcome threatening stir
My hopes of being stolen
Might just ring true
Depends who you prefer
If it's true you are going to run away
Tell me where, I'll meet you there
Am I snapping the excitement
If I pack away the laughter and tell you how it feels?
And does burden come to meet you
If I've questions of the feature that rolls on your dream reel?
The day after you stole my heart
Everything I touched told me it would be better shared with you
And you're hiding in my soup
And the book reveals your face
And you're splashing in my eyelids
As the concentration continually breaks
I did request the mark you cast didn't heal as fast,
I hear your voice in silences
Will the teasing of the fire be followed by the thud?
In the jostling crowd
You're not allowed
To tell the truth
And the photo boot's a liar! 
There's a sharpened explanation
But there's no screaming reason to enquire
I'd like to poke them in their prying eyes with things
They'd never see it if it smacked them in their temples
Cornerstone
I thought I saw you in The Battleship but it was only a lookalike
She was nothing but a vision trick under the warning light
She was close, close enough to be your ghost
But my chances turned to toast when I asked her if I could call her your name
I thought I saw you in The Rusty Hook, huddled up in a wicker chair
I wandered over for a closer look and kissed whoever was sitting there
She was close and she held me very tightly until I asked awfully politely
"Please can I call you here name?"
I elongated my lift home
I let him go the long way round
I smelt your scent on the seat belt and kept my short cuts to myself
I thought I saw you in The Parrot's Beak messing with the smoke alarm
It was too loud for me to hear her speak and she had a broken arm
It was close, so close that he walls were wet
And she wrote it out in Letraset
"No you can't call me her name"
Tell me where's your hiding place
I'm worried I'll forget your face
I've asked everyone
I'm beginning to think I imagined you all along
I saw your sister in The Cornerstone on the phone to the middle man
When I saw that she was on her own I thought she might understand
she was close, well you couldn't get much closer
She said "I'm really not supposed to but yes, you can call me anything you want"
Dance Little Liar
I heard the truth was built to bend.
A mechanism to suspend the guilt is what you will require
and still you've got to dance little liar
It's just like those fibs to pop and fizz
and you'll be forced to take that awful quiz
and you're bound to trip and she'll detect the fiction on your lips
dig a contradiction up
The clean coming will hurt
and you can never get it spotless
when there's dirt beneath the dirt
The liar takes a lot less time
I'm sure it's clear and plain to read
It's not an alibi you need just yet,
Oh no, it's something for those beads of sweat,
yes that will get you back to normal
And after you have dabbed the patch
you'll breathe and then proceed to scratch the varnish off that newly
added calmness so as not to raise any alarm too soon
The liar takes a lot less time to decide on the saunter
Have you got itchy bones and in all your time alone
can you hack your mind being riddled with the wrong memories?
The clean coming will hurt
and you can never get it spotless
When there's dirt in between the dirt
Pretty Visitors
Trudging through the morning and the trap with the trampoline under his arm, shifts past
your whiskers so stark is the charm but the barking alarm waits coiled until the corner is turned
And the bicycle wheels all struggle to move round in your muddy mind blatantly caked
and unwilling to wind uncooperative time so he sits on the springs until the muck goes dry
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall
What came first, the chicken or the dickhead?
Split sleep reaps towards from ill fitting thoughts
And twilight forced you to go on a walk, your legs start running and your head gets caught
Canopy 19 is perfectly placed for the reasonably frightening fall from the aftertaste
You'll have to slip away I am unhappy to say, behold is the crook in the hammock plays
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall
Behold there's a crook in the hammock plays cruelly with the base of the scales
And fiddles with the feet on a balancing act
Gagged, bound and crafting a tale
Trailing wrapped in a gasp
Cruelly with the base and the scales
And fucking fiddles with the feet on a balancing act
Gagged, bound and crafting a tale
Trailing wrapped in a gasp
The Jeweller's Hands
Fiendish wonder in the carnival's wake
Dull caresses once again irritate
Tread softly stranger
Move over toward the danger that you seek
You think excitement has receded then the mirror distracts
The logic of the trance quickly reaches and grasps
Handsome and faceless weightless your imagination runs
And now it's no one's fault but yours, at the foot of the house of cards
You thought you'd never get obsessed
You thought the wolves would be impressed
And you're a sinking stone
But you know what it's like to hold the jeweller's hands
That procession of pioneers all drowned
In the moonlight they're more thrilling those things that he knows
As he leads you through the grinning bubble blowers in the snow
Watching his exit was like falling off the ferry in the night
The inevitables gather to push you around
Any other voice makes such a punishing sound
It became laughter's assassin shortly after he showed you what it was
And now it's no one's fault but yours, at the foot of the house of cards
You thought you'd never get obsessed
You thought the wolves would be impressed
And you're a sinking stone,
But you know what it's like to hold the jeweller's hands
That procession of pioneers all drowned
If you've a lesson to teach me I'm listening, ready to learn
There's no one here to police me I'm sinking in until the return
If you've a lesson to teach me please don't deviate, don't be afraid
Without the last corner piece I can't calibrate, let's get it engraved |
Ostatnio zmieniony przez Klaudyna dnia Pią 23:19, 21 Sie 2009, w całości zmieniany 1 raz
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Klaudyna
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| Wysłany: Pią 23:30, 21 Sie 2009 Temat postu: |
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okej pierwsza zwrotka CL ma wiecej sensu teraz
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AnnaMolly
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| Wysłany: Sob 11:49, 22 Sie 2009 Temat postu: |
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Oho, dzieki , jak bd na swoim kompie to ściągne te teksty. Faktycznie CL w koncu sie wyjasnilo^^
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alice
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| Wysłany: Sob 20:47, 22 Sie 2009 Temat postu: |
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No ja się cały czas zastanawiałam jak przetłumaczyc 'ingraved' w ostatniej linijce Jeweller's Hands I czy ktoś jeszcze jest tak napalony na to, że w książeczce są teksty ?
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