Сквозь закостеневший асфальт пробирает, земля дрожит, и леденящий холод Как в детстве, снежинка, лети-лети, чтобы поймать в ладонь Красивая, безупречная, что незыблема, но не вечна Если же ты непогоде подруга, то что же тогда нашла во мне? (Тепло) Сквозь закостеневший асфальт пробирает, земля дрожит, и леденящий холод Как в детстве, снежинка, лети-лети, чтобы поймать в ладонь Красивая, безупречная, безразлична, бесчеловечна И сердце моё, своим льдом покрывая, с холодной улыбкой берёшь в плен (Ты — зло)
Русский пост-панк
Russian
The lyrics evoke feelings of coldness, nostalgia, and emotional pain. There is a sense of longing and loss throughout the song.
This song could be used in artistic projects that aim to convey a sense of melancholy or reflection. It could also be suitable for a performance art piece exploring themes of memories and emotional detachment.
The song features poetic lyrics with a strong emotional impact. The use of metaphorical language adds depth to the theme of emotional numbness and coldness. The instrumentation and arrangement likely includes elements of punk and rock music with a Russian twist.
Ayahuasca South American trip Oh boy will you trip and like Alice be six feet tall You will vomit up your breakfast and the toxin will take a hold of your soul Your in for a trip and the Shaman and tribe will always be a part Once you return to Boise, Idaho you will never completely return you will have connection that they don’t tell you Your Soul will be affected from here on out Avoid the Ayahuasca Trip and save your soul
Why did you hurt me? I didn't do anything wrong Now I'm sad and alone I'm crying I was a child It was not right You shouldn't have punched me Now I have scars Now I have fear Now I have pain Did you even think about it Did you think about what you did It was terrible It was not right To make a child suffer To make a child fear I clung tight to my teddy bear I cried alone To hurt a child It's not right
On the slopes of Signal Hill, where two clubs meet. The Atlantic Flying Club and the Two Oceans Flying Club enjoy slope soaring. In a gusty North Westerly wind a group of brave pilots braved the cold and ventured onto the slope. Fun was had by all. Bees flying combat. Fast composite gliders doing their speed runs and aerobatic manoeuvres. It was a great day of flying and chatting with friends who have a common interest. Rather a passion for flying. Hitesh was demonstrating his immaculate skill, flying a Jart. Whipping across the front of the slope, high speed rolls, clmb outs and dives. This Jart is something to admire at the hands of such a skilled pilot. Even has the mist rolled in, the die hard pilots kept on flying, despite their planes disappearing from site from time to time. A great way to enjoy the outdoors and be with friends.
--- The Enigma of Time Deep within a dense forest, where sunlight barely pierces through the leaves, lies an ancient clock. It resembles no other clock you've ever seen. Its hands are entwined, twisted like vines, and its dial is adorned with strange symbols. Some say this clock is cursed; others believe it holds the secret of time itself. Every night at midnight, the clock comes alive. Its hands whirl frantically, and a soft chime fills the air. Villagers nearby tell tales of lost souls who attempted to repair it, hoping to gain favor with time. But no one has ever succeeded in restoring it to working order. One day, a young clockmaker named Lucien decided to unravel the mystery of the clock. He spent nights studying its mechanisms, deciphering the symbols etched on the dial. The more he delved, the more he sensed that the clock was sentient, with a consciousness of its own. One evening, as the moon hung high in the sky, Lucien made an extraordinary discovery. By touching the hour hand, he was transported to the past—an era of wandering knights and troubadours singing love ballads. By touching the minute hand, he was thrust into the future—a world dominated by machines, where stars were veiled by pollution. Lucien realized the clock was a temporal gateway, bridging different epochs. Yet, he couldn't fully repair it. Each attempt caused the clock to shift, eluding his grasp, changing form. He spent the rest of his life studying the clock, trying to unlock its secret. He grew old and gray, but his obsession never waned. And one day, as he touched the second hand, he vanished completely, leaving behind a silent clock. Since then, the clock has remained motionless, awaiting a new explorer, a curious soul willing to solve its enigma. Perhaps it's you, dear reader, who will finally uncover the hidden truth within its mysterious gears. --- Feel free to adjust or modify the text further! 😊
[Verse] Shadows fall in the night Darkness cloaks the silent cries Whispers fade into the air Last breath lost in despair [Verse 2] Echoes of a life once lived Memories in the fog they drift Eyes close as the heartbeat fades Cold embrace in the shades [Chorus] In the end it's all a dream Nothing's ever as it seems Fade to black the final scene Last breath lost in between [Verse 3] Waves crash upon the shore Time slips away evermore Fading lights and distant stars Lost forever in our scars [Chorus] In the end it's all a dream Nothing's ever as it seems Fade to black the final scene Last breath lost in between [Bridge] Silent prayers in the night Grasping for a fleeting light Ashes fall like morning dew Last breath fades into the blue
i ate a homeless mans phone and then made him lick my shoes because i said i was a pretzel with salt.
