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Κάδος ανακύκλωσης / Απ: Χρειάζεται ο μουσικός τα ναρκωτικα για να δημιουργήσει;
« στις: 10/02/06, 20:28 »
φυσικα και δεν χρειαζεται καθως ο ανθρωπος ως οντοτητα ειναι ικανος απο μονος του να δημιουργησει . και δεν πιστευω την παραμυθα οτι δινει εμπνευση και καλα σιγα στο τελος γινεσαι κοματια και στο στουντιο δεν μπορεις να συνενοηθεις και φυσικα κουραζεις τους αλλους αντε κανενα κρασακι η κανα ποτο αλλα ολα τα αλλα ειναι ενα ψεμα.στο κατω κατω ακομα και μουσικοι που τα επαιρναν και μας αφησαν τραγουδαρες δεν επαιξαν θεικα λογο του οτι πηραν αλλα λογο του οτι ειχαν την τεχνικη και ειχαν μελετησει . οποτε τα λεφτα που ειναι να πεταξει καποιος σε χαζομαρες ασ τα επενδυσει σε εναν καλο δασκαλο , στον εξοπλισμο του και σιγουρα θα πεταει ως μουσικος.στο κατω κατω οι περισσοτεροι να ξεφυγουν ηθελαν.βλεπε lynnot οποιος ξερει την ιστορια του ξερει και το οτι ηθελε να φυγει.εγραψε και κομματι για αυτο got to give it up απο την δισκαρα black rose . σας παραθετω τους στιχους
Got to give it up
I've got to give it up
I've got to give it up, that stuff
I've got to give it up
I've got to give it up, that stuff
Tell my mama and tell my pa,
that their fine young son didn't get far
He made it to the end of a bottle,
sittin' in a sleazy bar
He tried hard, but his spirit broke
He tried until he nearly choked
In the end he lost his bottle,
drinking alcohol
Got to give it up,
I got to give it up, that stuff
Got to give it up,
I got to give it up, that stuff
Tell my brother I tried to write
I put pen to paper, but I was frightened
I couldn't seem to get the words out right,
write quite right
Tell my sister I'm sinking slow
Now and then I powder my nose
But in the end I lost my bottle,
It's smashed in a casbah
Got to give it up,
I got to give it up, that stuff
Got to give it up,
I got to give it up, that stuff
Got to give it up,
I got to give it up, that stuff
Got to give it up,
got to give it up, that stuff
Now, I've been messin' with the heavy stuff
For a time I couldn't get enough
But I'm wakin' up and it's wearin' off,
junk don't get you far
Tell my mama I'm comin' home
And in my youth I'm gettin' old
And I think it's lost control
Mama, I'm comin' home
Got to give it up, give it up,
got to give it up, that stuff
Got to give it up
You know what I'm talking about
Got to give it up, that stuff
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Got to give it up
I've got to give it up
I've got to give it up, that stuff
I've got to give it up
I've got to give it up, that stuff
Tell my mama and tell my pa,
that their fine young son didn't get far
He made it to the end of a bottle,
sittin' in a sleazy bar
He tried hard, but his spirit broke
He tried until he nearly choked
In the end he lost his bottle,
drinking alcohol
Got to give it up,
I got to give it up, that stuff
Got to give it up,
I got to give it up, that stuff
Tell my brother I tried to write
I put pen to paper, but I was frightened
I couldn't seem to get the words out right,
write quite right
Tell my sister I'm sinking slow
Now and then I powder my nose
But in the end I lost my bottle,
It's smashed in a casbah
Got to give it up,
I got to give it up, that stuff
Got to give it up,
I got to give it up, that stuff
Got to give it up,
I got to give it up, that stuff
Got to give it up,
got to give it up, that stuff
Now, I've been messin' with the heavy stuff
For a time I couldn't get enough
But I'm wakin' up and it's wearin' off,
junk don't get you far
Tell my mama I'm comin' home
And in my youth I'm gettin' old
And I think it's lost control
Mama, I'm comin' home
Got to give it up, give it up,
got to give it up, that stuff
Got to give it up
You know what I'm talking about
Got to give it up, that stuff
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