My friend's got a girlfriend
Man he hates that bitch
He tells me every day
He says "man I really gotta lose my chick
In the worst kind of way"

She sits on her ass
He works his hands to the bone
To give her money every payday
But she wants more dinero just to stay at home
Well my friend
You gotta say

I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way
na-na, Why don't you get a job?
Say no way, say no way ya, no way
na-na, why don't you get a job?

I guess all his money, well it isn't enough
To keep her bill collectors at bay
I guess all his money, well it isn't enough
Cause that girl's got expensive taste

I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way
na-na, Why don't you get a job?
Say no way, say no way ya, no way
na-na, why don't you get a job?

Well I guess it ain't easy doing nothing at all
But hey man free rides just don't come along
every day

Let me tell you about my other friend now

My friend's got a boyfriend, man she hates that dick
She tells me every day
He wants more dinero just to stay at home
Well my friend
You gotta say

I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way
na-na, Why don't you get a job?
Say no way, say no way ya, no way
na-na, why don't you get a job?

I won't give you no money, I always pay
na-na, Why don't you get a job?
Say no way, say no way ya, no way
na-na, Why don't you get a job?

[Spoken:]
Hey, that's something everyone can enjoy!

When we were young the future was so bright (whoa)
The old neighborhood was so alive (whoa)
And every kid on the whole damn street (whoa)
was gonna make it big in every beat.

Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn (whoa)
The kids are grown up but their lives are worn(whoa)
How can one little street
Swallow so many lives?

Chorus:
Chances thrown, nothing's free
Longing for,used to be
Still it's hard, hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams

Go!

Jamie had a chance, well she really did (whoa)
Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids (whoa)
Mark still lives at home cause he's got no job (whoa)
He just plays guitar, smokes a lot of pot

Jay committed suicide (whoa)
Brandon OD'd and died (whoa)
What the hell is going on?
Cruellest dream, reality

Chances thrown, nothing's free
Longing for,used to be
Still it's hard, hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams

Go!

Chances thrown, nothing's free
Longing for, used to be
Still it's hard, hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams

Okay

Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya

Day after day your home life's a wreck
The powers that be just breathe down your neck
You get no respect
You get no relief
You gotta speak up
And yell out your piece

So back off your rules
Back off your jive
Cause I'm sick of not living to stay alive
Leave me alone
Not asking a lot
I don't wanna be controlled

That's all I want
That's all I want
That's all I want
That's all I want

Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya

How many times is it gonna take
Till someone around you hears what you say
You've tried being cool
You feel like a lie
You've played by their rules
Now it's their turn to try

So back off your rules
Back off your jibe
Cause I'm sick of not living to stay alive
Leave me alone
Not asking a lot
I just don't wanna be controlled

That's all I want
That's all I want
That's all I want
That's all I want

I said it before
I'll say it again
If you could just listen then it might make sense

So back off your rules
Back off your jibe
Cause I'm sick of not living to stay alive
Leave me alone
Not asking a lot
Just don't wanna be controlled

That's all I want
That's all I want
That's all I want

Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya

There’s a moment in time
And it’s stuck in my mind
Way back, when we were just kids

Cause your eyes told the tale
Of an act of betrayal
I knew that somebody did

Oh, waves of time
Seem to wash away
The scenes of our crimes
For you this never ends

Can you stay strong?
Can you go on?
Kristy are you doing okay?
A rose that won’t bloom
Winter’s kept you
Don’t waste your whole life trying
To get back what was taken away

Though the marks on your dress
Had been neatly repressed
I knew that something was wrong
And I should have spoke out
And I’m so sorry now
I didn’t know
Cause we were so young

Oh, clouds of time
Seem to rain on
Innocence left behind
And it never goes away

Can you stay strong?
Can you go on?
Kristy are you doing okay?
A rose that won’t bloom
Winter’s kept you
Don’t waste your whole life trying
To get back what was taken away

Oh, clouds of time
Seem to rain on
Innocence left behind
And it never goes away
It never goes away

Can you stay strong?
Can you go on?
Kristy are you doing okay?
A rose that won’t bloom
Winter’s kept you
Don’t waste your whole life trying
To get back what was taken away

Don’t waste your whole life trying
To get back what was taken away

Gunter glieben glauchen globen

Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
And all the girlies say I'm pretty fly
For a white guy.
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco, seis.

You know it's kind of hard
Just to get along today.
Our subject isn't cool,
But he fakes it anyway.
He may not have a clue;
And he may not have style.
But everything he lacks
Well he makes up in denial.

So don't debate, a player straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway.
He's gonna play the field, and keep it real.
For you no way, for you no way.
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate.
At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake.
The world needs wannabe's.
So (Hey! Hey!) do that brand new thing.

Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
And all the girlies say I'm pretty fly
For a white guy.

He needs some cool tunes
Not just any will suffice.
But they didn't have Ice Cube
So he bought Vanilla Ice.
Now cruising in his Pinto,
He sees homies as he pass.
But if he looks twice
They're gonna kick his lily ass.

So don't debate, a player straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway.
He's gonna play the field, and keep it real.
For you no way, for you no way.
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate.
At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake.
The world loves wannabe's.
So (Hey! Hey!) do that brand new thing

Now he's getting a tattoo.
Yeah he's gettin' ink done.
He asked for a '13',
But they drew a '31'.
Friends say he's trying too hard
And he's not quite hip.
But in his own mind
He's the, he's the dopest trip.

Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco, seis.

So don't debate, a player straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway.
He's gonna play the field, and keep it real.
For you no way, for you no way.
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate.
At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake.
The world needs wannabe's.
Oh the world loves wannabe's.
So let's get some more wannabe's.
And (Hey! Hey!) do that brand new thing.

The Offspring

The Offspring — панк-рок-группа из Калифорнии (США). Была основана в 1984 году. В настоящее время в её состав входят вокалист и гитарист Декстер Холланд, гитарист Кевин Вассерман, бас-гитарист Грег Крисел и ударник Пит Парада. В течение долгого времени (с 1986 по 2003 год) на ударных в группе играл Рон Уэлти. К настоящему моменту группа выпустила восемь альбомов, один сборник лучших песен («Greatest Hits»), четыре EP и три DVD, суммарный тираж которых превысил 38 миллионов экземпляров. Это позволяет считать их одной из наиболее успешных панк-групп в истории.

История

Ранний период (1984 — 1987)

Группа The Offspring была создана в 1984 году одноклассниками из калифорнийского города Orange County Декстером Холландом (настоящее имя Брайан) и Грегом Криселом. Идея создать группу пришла к ним под впечатлением от концерта Social Distortion. Холланд стал играть на гитаре, Крисел — на бас-гитаре. В качестве вокалиста был приглашен Доуг Томпсон, барабанщиком стал его приятель Джим Бентон. Кевин Вассерман, школьный охранник, был приглашен в группу главным образом потому, что из всех её участников он один достиг возраста, позволяющего покупать алкоголь. Изначальное название группы - "Maniac Subsidal". Вскоре Томпсон и Бентон покинули группу, и Холланд взял на себя роль вокалиста, а барабанщиком стал Джеймс Лилья. В 1985 название группы было изменено на The Offspring. В 1986 году был выпущен первый сингл: «I’ll Be Waiting/Blackball», изданный самостоятельно на собственном «лэйбле» «Black Label record company», названном в честь одноимённой марки виски. Тираж сингла составил 1000 экземпляров. Вскоре Лилья также решил покинуть The Offspring для продолжении карьеры в области медицины, и за ударной установкой его сменил Рон Уэлти, которому на тот момент было всего лишь 16 лет.

В конце 1985 Холланд поступил в Университет Южной Калифорнии (University of Southern California, USC), Вассерман в то время заканчивал колледж, Крисел работал над степенью по экономике, а Уэлти обучался электронике в местной частной школе. Несмотря на плотный график, группа репетировала по выходным в доме Криселов.

Альбомы «The Offspring» и «Ignition» (1988 — 1993)

Записав в 1988 году демо, The Offspring подписали договор со звукозаписывающей компанией «Nemesis Records» и в марте 1989 года записали дебютный альбом, названный «The Offspring», продюсером которого стал Том Уилсон, работавший ранее с группами «Dead Kennedys», «Social Distortion» и «The Vandals». Альбом был издан небольшим тиражом на 12" виниловых пластниках (переиздание на CD состоялось в 1995 году). Вскоре за этим последовал шестинедельный гастрольный тур. В 1991 году на лейбле «Epitaph Records» был записан EP «Baghdad», а в 1992, при поддержке Уилсона в качестве продюсера, — второй альбом «Ignition». Он стал довольно успешным; за ним последовал двухлетний гастрольный тур с такими панк- и ска-панк-группами как «Pennywise», «No Doubt» и «Voodoo Glow Skulls».

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Настроение сейчас - боевое-радостное
 

1 - неудобные наушники на работе! мои ухи страдаю, и не спасает любимая музыка!

2 - завтра выходной, а сделать над собой надо кучу всего - изваращться буду по полной)

3 - хочу в москву, подружка уже зазвалась...да и вообще, много хороших ребят у меня там живет)))

4 - у меня справа лежит банан свеженький...и я как то странно на него кошусь...так, это не то, о пошлости не сейчас...опять не то

5 - у меня три выходных, и два из них надеюсь провести с пользой для ума, души и сердца))))

6 - вы когда нибудь отдирали катышки от вещей? жуткая вещь...точнее, у меня от этого процесса жуткие ощущения, как будто ктото хочет отрезать мне язык тупым ножом...бррррр...не приятно так, я все спокойно переношу, но вот это...даже, если не сама отдираю, а вижу это, арх) я со странностями)))

7 - а еще с работы...сегодня на другом компе, ладно, тут инет вроде быстрее пашет(О_о), но тут нету моей всей коллекции(а именно, 28гб) музыкиииии...и киношку вчера принесла с дому, хорошую...и тут на тебе, напарница другая сегодня...бр бр бр))))

8 - еще чтото вумное должно было быть, но уже не помню))))

в общем, вот так))))

и хочу, чтобы у вас у всех было все хорошо, ведь, если у вас будет все в порядке, я буду рада, а для меня это и есть счастья)

пусть, со многими и не увидимся, а может и увидмся, черт его знает, что нам в жизни написано)

love is the simple little melody)))

я вас люблю)

ручная, домашняя дурочка, отдамся в хорошие, ласковые, заботливые, а главное, кормящие руки

руки грызть не буду

по желанию, буду приносить тапочки, швыряя их в хозяина

так...что еще то...ну, лаю на чужих, лижу руки, лицо...ПРОСЬБА НЕ ПОШЛИТЬ В ЭТОМ МЕСТЕ

зная, что, все равно, спошлите, отвечу: нет, не лижу))))

выгуливать по утрам и вечерам не надо каждый день, рекомендуется выгуливать пару-тройку раз в месяц) для профилактики различным заболеваний (типа скуки, надоедливости, и прочего).

кормить не больше 2-3 раз в день, не много, пью все на букву и, ем так же. очень не прихотливая, чесать не надо, сама в состоянии, блохами и прочими вошками не страдаю, ДА ДА, И ТЕМИ САМЫМИ ТОЖЕ (какие вы пошляки)

нет, точно не страдаю, и не надо так на меня смотреть

люблю, когда чешут за ушком и шейку, а вообще, очень трогательная и милая^_^

есть желающие?)))

It's Planet Hell, because of synthetic minds that fail us
Trashed into the ministry under which we fail to live our lives

I am not... The slave that you are
I am not... Another one of this time

Fear not the gates I say, love won't give it away
You long for the black
When you stand above the motherfuckers saying...

Destroy the ministry, Gun down grace!
Fuck the ministry, Smash it's face!

The is the system, dimensions so small and simple,
Welcome the plan of which we'll succeed to live our lives

You are all... Statues damned to fall
You are all... Another victim to heart

Burn your life they say, hate will end it today
You're one with black
As we stand above, the motherfuckers saying...

Destroy the ministry, Gun down grace!
Fuck the ministry, Smash it's face!

Live fore me... You slaves of system too blind to see
Live fore me... you crowd of whores too blind to see

Live my life I say... you slaves of system, dead today
Live my life I say... you crowd of whores, dead today

Destroy the ministry, Gun down grace
Fuck the ministry, Smash it's face!

So can you tell me how you feel inside the beat of a child
Or is it more dead then alive, fashioned in a sinful style

I don't care - NO
Not at all
I care of nothing

So can you persuade me
-I will for the dying..
-
No star for the blackened youth
The empyrean x-ray
Yeah, distorted on hell's use
The empyrean x-ray

No mirror for the blinded youth, or that fucked up truth
No hearts for the willing to live, from more than this world can give
I don't care - NO
Not at all
I care of nothing

So can you persuade me
-a will for the dying

No star for the blackened youth
The empyrean x-ray
Yearh, distorted on hell's use
The empyrean x-ray

A design for the broken, a fistful of darkness for life
Burnt out sick and frozen, can you feel the hatred

No star for the blackened youth
The empyrean x-ray
Yearh, distorted on hell's use
The empyrean x-ray

(I… I wanna play god with you)
(I… I wanna rule it all)

(hey, hey, hey)

Dead starlight bleeds down on the Devil’s nitrate
all the nerves of the patients bathe in shock and shame
Cause I’m the trigger that’ll start this game

And the strike of the night will trash the skyline
And darken the marks I’ve put in your skin

’Cause I wanna play God
I wanna play god with you
and I
I want to rule it all
with you

the human cattle lick on the ethical nightsticks
all the tears of the victims run on cold cheeks’ meat
Cause here’s a future that’ll feed on sheep

And the strike of the night will trash the skyline
And darken the marks I’ve put in your skin

’Cause I wanna play God
I wanna play god with you
and I
I want to rule it all
with you

Cause’ I wanna play god
I wanna play god with you
I… I wanna rule all with you

(hey, hey, hey)

Let’s play a game of two
I’ll play God and you’ll play you
Let’s play a game tonight
I’ll play Dark and you’ll play Light

I… I wanna play god with
I… I wanna rule all with you

And the strike of the night will trash the skyline
And darken the marks I’ve put in your skin

Cause I wanna play…

I… I wanna play God with you
I… I wanna rule all with you

Cause I wanna play
Cause I wanna play
Cause I wanna play
God, god, god

Cause I wanna play
Cause I wanna play
Cause I wanna play
God, god, god

Let’s play a game tonight
I will play dark and you will play…

No prayers can reach me here
No light can touch
Among reduced Bibles, cigarettes and drugs
I carve your name in my flesh

Listen… Listen…
…then come and take my hand

Tongues, Tongues
Speak the little girls name
Tongues, Tongues
… shame, shame

Innocence will never kiss me again
Never lick my stiched scars
Your lipstick’s between the legs of hell
Mixed with speed and blood

The eggs grow in her open wrists
It has started now…
Her taste is on my lips and tongue
The taste of white medicines

…Listen …Listen …
I’ll come and take your hand!

Guns and ammo lie in front of you
The clips are all loaded, now what shall you do?

This is how it starts when the end glows wildly in the dark
This is how it starts when the last breath ends the last spark

Nine, nine, nine!
Millimeter,
Nine, nine, nine!
Millimeter!!

Shoot!
The last ammunition
Let the clips fall down
the last ammunition
And fall to the ground

The Desert Eagle spreads its wings for you
Kiss the cold steel then let the bullets come through

This is the ultimate end, I’ll make it sure that you will see
As I shall kiss the cold steel and see how dark this day really can be

Nine, nine, nine!
Millimeter,
Nine, nine, nine!
Millimeter!!

Shoot!
The last ammunition
Let the clips fall down
the last ammunition
And fall to the ground

Bite the blank steel now let the bullets come through
The silver eagle says it’s time to…

Shoot!
The last ammunition
-Come on and do it now
The last ammunition
–I’m going to show you how!

This is how it must end, So bright shines the pistol
This is how I’ll feel when the last clip is falling
And the barrels are glowing tonight…

Shoot!
The last ammunition
Let the clips fall down
the last ammunition
And fall to the ground

And fall to the ground!!

Did you feel how the bullet took you? Did you feel easily your life got shed?
Did you feel how the system shot you, 9 mm through your fucking head!!!

I love it and I hate it and I take it and feed it
I slay it and I fuck it and I suck it and I leave it

The new dead nation
There's no illusion to chase
And each fucking time I get that shot in my face
The new dead nation

So you felt how the bullet got you, so you felt how you vivid dreams fell dead
And you felt how the system hit you filled your heart with fucking lead

Well, I love it and I hate it and I take it and feed it
I slay it and I fuck it and I suck it and I leave it

The new dead nation
There's no illusion to chase
And each fucking time I get that shot in my face
The new dead nation

I have the soul of a hologram, I have the tounge of a slave
We are the preachers of today, nothing true preach anyway
For this life and for these lies, so suffer the extremeties
Well, I'll kill it for the lies, and death dies

Self-destruction at hand - a way to live and shape your life
But the further it goes the more and more we stretch for the knife

The new dead nation
There's no illusion to chase
And each fucking time I get that shot in my face
The dead nation