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Vlahko Elder Группа: registered Сообщений: 723 
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Добавлено: 04-12-2004 21:31 |
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Я думаю подумай примерно какой из текстов, а потом скажи чтобы ты примерно хотел...Я попробую немного послушать соответствующей музыки и попробуем сделать и мож записаться - благо теперь есть неплохая аппаратура) |
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Добавлено: 04-12-2004 22:00 |
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Я бы начал с trash в духе "Metallica" или с heavy в духе "Maiden". |
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Добавлено: 06-12-2004 13:38 |
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Одно из лучших моих стихотворений. Вошло в последную лирическую программу "The Dawn & Fall Of Senses". Позднее было выбрано для публикации в компиляции лучших произведений третьего сезона "Lookin Back". "Crimson sunrise" Barefoot on cool sand, softly drops touch my feet, I am stepping in light waves of sea. They are sleepy by dawn and are lazy to meet, But are still licking soft – sweet to me! Slightly crumbles my skin in blue cream of the bay – I can feel inner fresh of its kiss. With a tender bright sight I look into new day, As the sunrise I never to miss. Throwing luster on waves, the first beams so shy, But awaited they are by my heart. Gently crimson turns sky on horizon up high, Water covers with sparks in each part. I am taking deep breath, tasting air of birth – It seems so much free like brave new. Morning’s calm: and the sea, and the sky, and the earth Very affable, washed by night’s dew. Sun is higher, and I smile friendly to it, Throwing up hands to show my peace. I go down on sand, thus for minute I sit – Waves are tickling me under my knees… Then I lie on my back, salty veil is kind To greet gracious – feels so nice! So happy my eyes with the beauty the find, I enjoy much this crimson sunrise! (c) By Fjodor Chrome in 2004. |
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Добавлено: 17-12-2004 19:43 |
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Выход новой программы задерживается. |
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Добавлено: 23-12-2004 11:56 |
 Представляю на ваш суд один из старых своих проектов - альбом "Outskirt Gray", описывающий трагическую историю цветной любви среди серого окружения в 10 стихотоврениях... По своему дух и слогу программа приближается к отчаянию и резкости группы "Korn". Родную MS Word версию этой лирической программы вместе с оригинальным оформлением вы можете запросить по моему почтовому адресу: Cr.24@mail.ru. You are very welcome! P.S.: Извините, но вынужден обратить ваше внимание на то, что Poems, texts, design, arrangements and conception were created by Fjodor Chrome and are his own property. The original copyrights on every poem and on the whole «Outskirt Gray» project are internationally registered. Unauthorized copying or other copyright infringements are strictly prohibited and illegal! © By Fjodor Chrome in 2003. Cr. |
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Добавлено: 23-12-2004 12:03 |
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Добавлено: 23-12-2004 12:03 |
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Сэт-лист программы: 01. Outskirt 02. I am not for this 03. Outcast 04. Passion to her colors 05. Why are they watching? 06. Storming nights 07. Dream of wicked tongs 08. Gray 09. Can’t forgive this place 10. For a better tomorrow |
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Добавлено: 23-12-2004 12:05 |
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Программа начинается с описания местности обитания главного героя. Непроглаядно серая окрайна тусклого промышленного города с такими же серыми и пустыми жителями. "Outskirt" Welcome to the noisy city! Fountains, monuments so pretty! Well… with them not all is told – But for new, built also old. Cities got might, beauty, fame!.. Outskirts are not the same: All bright lights are off to dark, Noise is gone, left yell and bark. Lonely lantern shines area, Here’s a special atmosphere: Buildings of brick differ not, All yards garbage and trash got. * Please, don’t tell ‘bout paradise, * As, seems, sun here doesn’t rise! * No strength to here your speech * In this darkness… Stop your preach! * We are others – not from Eden. * In our outskirt life’s hidden – * Every one here is like dead… * Throw away beauty from head! Those, who moved here from the country, Search here life, but fell here antly; Men from center come for rest, But this silence makes them pressed. Thou nobody finds what wants – Only emptiness and bonds… Attics are full of the bugs, In the basements youth takes drugs. That’s inside and on the streets Isn’t better – ask the kids: Even playing for a while, They can’t portray single smile. * Please, don’t tell ‘bout paradise, * As, seems, nothing’s here to rise! * No strength to here your speech… * Oh, shut up!.. You dirty leech! * We are others, not from Eden. * Life in outskirts forbidden – * Every one became a dead… * Nothing left to throw from head… Really, man on edge can’t feel, Even if they truly will. Human’s mind can’t live like this… The indifference disease! All is def: grown-ups, youth, kids, Even granny that dog feeds. Dogs have also got edge marks – Listen to their hollow barks… |
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Добавлено: 23-12-2004 12:10 |
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Следующее стихотворение знакомит нас и с самим главным героем. Молодой человек отчаянно хочет вырваться из этого чуждого для него окружения. Но... отсутствие материальных средств и духовных сил, а так же наркотическая зависимость не выпускают его. "I am not for these" I am on my own In apartment roam – One of hundred cells, Which man buys and sells. In my 19 years No one of me cares, I care of no one, No friends – they have gone. Just a single man… Seems, suffer for ban Not in distant rocks, But in outskirt box. * I wanna live! Help me save my mind! * Or it’s gonna leave… Here I am like blind. * Need object in life. Help me find my path! * Help me to survive! Here I am like def. Hollow I’m inside: No aim, life-light, Action interest – Just like egg in nest, As if I’m unborn, A not sprouted corn… I need to break out, Open eyes and shout! Needles pierce my arms, Down my world comes – Drugs strongly me hold. Overcome? Not bold… * I wanna live! Help me save my mind! * Or it’s gonna leave… Here I am like blind. * Need object in life. Help me find my path! * Help me to survive! Here I am like def. I’m in hole so deep, That in it can rip; It’s one more or less, Not a human – mass. Neither good nor bad, May be a bit mad, I’m not strong, not wick, Possibly I’m sick. Don’t know what I’m for, Brain can’t think it more, But one point it sees: I am not for these! * I wanna live! Help me save my mind! * Or it’s gonna leave… Here I am like blind. * Need object in life. Help me find my path! * Help me to survive! Here I am like def. |
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Добавлено: 24-12-2004 14:56 |
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Третее стихотворение отражает горечь главного героя, осознающего, что в этой городской трущёбы все её жители по сути являются отбросами общества и едва ли кому-либо из них удастся отсюда вырваться. "Outcast" All I want is happy living… Even this I’m not receiving, So at least a happy death: In drug fever meet last breath. That is why the drugs I’m buying… Oddly: why still not I’m dying? Thus the doze – my only light In this gray city’s far-side. After same daily depressing, When sunset is seen processing Is the best time to pierce vein… Piercing also always same. No-emotion brain cells reeling, And no one to share my feeling, As all habitants are dust… * I am just an outcast! * In this fucked neglected place * Mental pain spreads without trace! With each day things get more braiding, Every color slowly fading. All has turned to black and white, By some pressing threads is tight. No! These all my mind is breaking, Everywhere is rude awakening. Still nobody talks to me – Can things any worse here be?! And I’m forced to drug abusing, Blowing over, to confusing. Like no chance here to break loose, I can’t help mortal abuse. We could make if try banding… Alas! Find no understanding – Every heart corrodes gray rust… * I am just an outcast! * In this fucked neglected place * Mental pain spreads with out trace! |
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Добавлено: 26-12-2004 00:25 |
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Неожиданно в этой серой окрайне он встречает девушку, красками своей души к этому месту явно не относящуюся. Влюбляется без памяти и получает взаимный ответ. Ради неё он страется завязать с наркотиками. Вместе они мечтают вырваться отсюда. И они бы смогли... "Passion to her colors" I saw you on the street, On gray street of gray city. By lantern light you have been lit… Oh, you were so pretty! That moment all have changed inside – With me that happened never. Now you my god, my divine guide… Please, make it last forever! You’ve turned all things into so good And made life something special. Oh, I’m for you all time in mood – Attachment and strange passion! When look at you – forget of all, Else nothing to me matters, And after touch my flying soul Gets as high as you get us. And now we are united whole, We back up strong each other; For you I’ll always stand as wall, If gray men ever bother. I promise that I always will Be near when you calling. For you restrain me from drug deal, Pretend my hopes from falling. You took me from my deepest hole, And I am no more hollow. Till I’m with you – again won’t fall… Forever want you follow! |
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Добавлено: 30-12-2004 01:11 |
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...если бы не глаза всех встречных, злобно смотрящие им в след, завидуя их счастью. Это нервирует и вгоняет в стресс обоих! И вот прекрасная девушка хочет побыть одна - просто дойти одна до дома после совместного вечера. "Why are they watching?" We are walking by the street, Near bench we stop and sit. You are smiling in great mood, But not everything so good, Cause from each side yellow eyes Throw their angry silent cries, Trying burn out our hearts, Wanting break us into parts. * Why are they watching me?! * Why do they look at you?! * Hope you cannot them see… * What now we have to do?! Gang from our neighbor yard, Near store a smoking guard, Even granny with her dog Want to put love under lock. Pairs of eyes, hundreds of them Their hatred on us ram. I can’t gray men understand: Why against our shine they stand? * Why are they watching me?! * Why do they look at you?! * Hope you cannot them see… * What now we have to do?! I see you have noticed that Yellow-eyes-in-gray won’t let… You say you’ll spend night alone And refuse my taking home. I can well you comprehend And just softly kiss your hand. Want more ardent passion prove, But… they watching single move. * Why are they watching me?! * Why do they look at you?! * Hope you cannot them see… * What now we have to do?! I come back to my gray flat, Feel just as a hunted rat, Want to get for coke some ice, But in bricks I see… their eyes! |
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Добавлено: 02-01-2005 19:38 |
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Так и не проводив свою возлюбленную, наш герой вернулся домой и долго не мог заснуть. С тех пор, как он при её поддержке завязал с наркотиками, сон приходит долго, а когда наконец наступает, нередко мучают кошмары. Произошло это и на этот раз. Его сон был об изгнаний из средневековой горной деревушки женщины, несправедливо оклеветанной в колдовстве. Спасаясь бегством, она оступилась, упала на камни. "Storming nights" Now the 12 o’clock again here coming, Bringing me some dreams that might be charming, Touching me with softness of the sleeping, Showing hidden fears that mind is keeping. But I’m not so sure as it’s frightening, For all my dream visions strike as lightning. When through all my thoughts my mind is roaming, Sometimes it may get so heavy storming. * Here comes storm in my mind! * How can ever way I find? * In the morning may get sick – * Against storm my mind is wick. I’m afraid of everything, dreams can bring… Nightmares could well go in a non-stop ring, And if brain gets nightly much too loaded It will turn into a hard corroded. So it’s 12 when used to take the “sky dust” – Second doze stops feeling of the outcast. I can’t help drugs, can’t do with them nothing, Thus I fall in sleep smiling and laughing… * Here comes storm in my mind! * How can ever way I find? * In the morning may get sick – * Against storm my mind is wick. But I’ve promised you to stop drugs taking, That is why I lately spend night shaking, As without boost nightmares more awesome – It gets harder to awake and cross ‘em. Sleep is awful after I cropped dozes, But for this from gray start growing roses – Roses that you brought into my life… Thus I start to feel that I’m alive! * Here comes storm in my mind! * How can ever way I find? * In the morning may get sick – * Against storm my mind is wick. * It gets harder more and more! * Storm is knocking in front door! * It is wind, thunder and rain, * Making of me an insane! * But at last I open eyes – * Out of window it’s sunrise. * That is what through storm I’ve seen – * What could that dream now mean? |
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Добавлено: 03-01-2005 23:16 |
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На утро он проснулся в поту, чтобы включить телевизор и узнать в новостях: ...этой ночью она была найдена мёртвой! "Gray" Back to morning... Woke in sweat. Cannot make it out if bad. Fucking nightmares! Shit! Once more… Why I’m seeing them? What for? For example, what this meant? I just can’t it understand. Hidden sense? I need prompt card – For my brain this is too hard… Everything is aching… Hurt! What makes of me outskirt?! The remote – where could it be? Want to see news on TV. Yea, I found it. Very good! Now I need to find some food. An announcer in the box – What will say that old sly fox? “…now we back to news of city. Little lady found dead, pity. She was raped before her death. No one knows who’s she crossed path. 16 wounds have stopped her life. They were made by blade or knife. Here is the photo of young miss – If you know her, call us, please.” No! This must be a mistake! Always something wrong they make… Why? Why she? This cannot be! Ain’t her photo that I see!!! |
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Добавлено: 04-01-2005 22:33 |
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Оглушённый горем и ненавистью ко всем окружающим, наш герой выходит на улицу, жестоко расправляясь с каждым встречным. "Can’t forgive this place" Can’t forgive this place! Such a huge disgrace! What they doing these all for? Everything I’ve lost, One I have loved most… I can’t tolerate this more! All of you will pay, People of the gray! Will not hold me any law! You have driven me To the cruelty… I will smear on walls your gore! * You will come through rack! * You will suffer heck! * Till the last of you will fall… * I’ll get you all! Here me, outskirt gray! Down on knees and pray! Want a miserable cry! Look, I come for you, There aren’t chosen few – Everyone is gonna die! To zero decrease Awful gray disease… Is it sweet in grave to lie?! This is not a dream – Here the first to scream… You in hell gonna to fry! * You will come through rack! * You will suffer heck! * Till the last of you will fall… * I’ll get you all! * What is then I do not know… |
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Добавлено: 05-01-2005 18:22 |
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Убив всех, кто повстречался на пути этим вечером, и тем самым поквитавшись за смерть возлюбленной, он принимает очередную дозу наркотика, превышающую норму в 4-5 раз. Его глаза смотрят на тёмное небо, а сердце останавливается... "For a better tomorrow" Tired I stroll silent night through this street, Trying recall, how each other we fit. And down I’m going, I’m falling on ground… In front of my eyes all starts spinning around… I look at red liquid that covers my hand… Forgive me! I’m sorry! I couldn’t pretend… I took the revenge! I vanished them… Late! Your image in my eyes is starting to fade… * The sky up my head becomes blacker than black! * It’s just pain and grief and there is no way back… * I’m so deeply lonely, enormous my sorrow! * Is there any hope? For a better tomorrow… The feeling of syringe in my hand makes wick, I’m pushing it on, I prick and I prick… Right all that I’ve got… That is last for my life. Seems, overdosed it 4 times, may be five… My legs and my arms keep growing numb fast… If born as a freak you will die… outcast! The last that I see in my life of gray heck Is not dark gray asphalt, but sky… thank you, black! * My heart beats twice slow, it’s going to crack! * I’m clutching night air, I feel its huge lack… * My sweet one, remember, I promised to follow!.. * They spelt blood on hope for a better tomorrow… |
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Добавлено: 05-01-2005 22:13 |
На этом представление программы "Outskirt Gray" закончено. |
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Добавлено: 06-01-2005 22:45 |
 Сегодня на офф-лайне состоялась почти торжественная раздача персональных экземпляров моей последней компиляции лучшей лирики "Looking Back" гражданам Хромовых Земель. Свои копии получили dirtyangel, Meka, Ритулька и ХиМиКаТ.  |
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Добавлено: 16-01-2005 22:15 |
А теперь ещё se_len и Spika. |
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Добавлено: 16-01-2005 22:18 |
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Новейшее стихотворение, раскрывающее взгляд автора на войну в Ираке! "Dread!" Die, butterfly under strong soldiers’ boots, Dread as we coming for oil! Spreading the fright we are marching with hoots – Feet trample wings into soil. Dinting in sand army steps far inside, Crushing the natives’ resistance. Covered the greed of politics, which hide Search for cheap fuel in distance. Army is led by the oil seduction, Costs are the things we don’t care. Mass devastation and total destruction – Fuel delivery fare. Buried alive in the sands of Iraq – Victim of ransack for spoil, Income steel pipes are beginning to suck, Though there’s blood in this oil… |
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