Это цитата сообщения _V-I-P-E-R_ Оригинальное сообщение

Что связывают с мечём музыканты разных муз. направлений?

Black metal - Сейчас Я возьму свой аЦЦкий меч сотоны и пойду мочить долбаных христиан!
Pagan metal - Ну мне в принципе пофиг, кого валить своим мечом, зато он у меня славянский.
Oi - Мужик... Что-то мне кажется, что меч у тебя еврейский.
Death metal - Ща возьму свой меч и пойду всех подряд шинковать.
Doom metal - Я возьму свой меч, буду плакать и не знать что с ним делать.
Grindcore - Я таких словей-то не знаю.
Gothic - Меч - это не готично. У готов не должно быть меча.
Heavy metal - Я возьму свой меч и буду драться за свою свободу.
Power metal - Мой меч красивый, утонченный, элегантный. Он прекрасен!
Thrash metal - Я возьму свой меч и смешаю всех с мусором.
Love metal - Я возьму свой меч и буду его любить.
Industrial - Я возьму свой меч и буду колотить им по водопроводным трубам.
Hardcore - Ну, есть у меня меч. А как ты к хард-кору относишься?
Punk- А зачем мне меч? У меня есть отличный ржавый напильник.
Neo-punk - А мой напильник новенький и блестящий!
Nu metal - Мой меч новый, новый меч - это модно. Старые мечи - отстой.
Русский рок - Меч это фигня, главное - тексты.
Rap - Йоу, в негритянском гетто меч мне вряд ли пригодится.
Reggae - Меч - это хорошо, но ты попробуй мою траву, чувак.
Попса - Я увижу чей-то меч и испугаюсь.
Trance, house, etc. - Меч? Нет, такого ди-джея я не знаю.
Шансон- Это ты че мне сказал, Колян???!!! А ну-ка, где мой меч?
Эстонская народная музыка - А что, у меня есть меч? Какой меч?
Country&Western - Чё ты будешь делать с этой фигнёй супротив моего Кольта, чувак?
Авторская песня - поднявший меч на наш союз...
Электронная музыка - куда я могу подключить свой меч?
New Age - открой ножны, и отпусти на свободу свой меч!
Евродэнс - у меня есть меч, у моей подружки есть меч, и у всех моих друзей есть меч, давайте устроим вечеринку!
Психоделика - у меня есть большой красивый меч... откуда он только взялся?
Латино - Тряхни своим мечом, амиго!
Христианский рок - Иисус любит твой меч!
Блюз - О, мой меч ушёл от меня...
Нойз - (сосредотченно скребёт мечом по стеклу)
Джаз - Видишь меч? Теперь следи за руками...
Классика - Один меч ни на что не годится.
Фламенко - Вот, как я лихо умею крутить своим мечом. Никто так больше не может!
Кельтика - Хватай свой меч и вставай в круг!
Рок-н-ролл - Эй, детка, у меня есть клевый меч. Хочешь посмотреть?
Фьюжн - На самом деле, эта штука - меч.

LI 7.05.22

Once upon a time there was this girl who had four boyfriends.
She loved the 4th boyfriend the most and adored him with rich robes and
treated him to the finest of delicacies; she gave him nothing but the
best.
She also loved the 3rd boyfriend very much and was always showing him
off to neighboring kingdoms. However, she feared that one day he would
leave her for another.
She also loved her 2nd boyfriend. He was her confidant and was always
kind, considerate and patient with her. Whenever this girl faced a
problem, she could confide in him, and he would help her get through the
difficult times.
The girls 1st boyfriend was a very loyal partner and had made great
contributions in maintaining her wealth and kingdom. However, she did
not love the first boyfriend. Although he loved her deeply, she hardly
took notice of him.
One day, the girl fell ill and she knew her time was short. She thought
of her luxurious life and wondered, I now have four boyfriends with me,
but when I die, I'll be all alone.'
Thus, she asked the 4th boyfriend, I loved you the most, endowed you
with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm
dying, will you follow me and keep me company?'
'No way!? replied the 4th boyfriend and he walked away without another
word.
His answer cut like a sharp knife right into her heart.
The sad girl then asked the 3rd boyfriend, 'I loved you all my life. Now
that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?'
'No!? replied the 3rd boyfriend. 'Life is too good!When you die, I'm
going to marry someone else!'
Her heart sank and turned cold.
She then asked the 2nd boyfriend, 'I have always turned to you for help
and you've always been there for me. When I die, will you follow me and
keep me company?'
'I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!? replied the 2nd boyfriend.
'At the very most, I can only walk with you to your grave.'
His answer struck her like a bolt of lightning, and the girl was
devastated.
Then a voice called out: 'I'll go with you. I'll follow you no matter
where you go.'
The girl looked up, and there was her first boyfriend. He was very
skinny as he suffered from malnutrition and neglect.
Greatly grieved, the girl said, 'I should have taken much better
care of you when I had the chance!'
In truth, you have 4 boyfriends in your lives:
Your 4th boyfriend is your body. No matter how much time and effort you
lavish in making it look good, it will leave you when you die.
Your 3rd boyfriend is your possessions, status and wealth. When you die,
it will all go to others.
Your 2nd boyfriend is your family and friends. No matter how much they
have been there for you, the furthest they can stay by you is up to the
grave.
And your 1st boyfriend is your Soul; often neglected in pursuit of
wealth, power and pleasures of the world.
However, your Soul is the only thing that will follow you where ever you
go. Cultivate, strengthen and cherish it now, for it is the only part of
you that will follow you to the throne of God and continue with you
throughout Eternity.
Thought for the day: Remember, when the world pushes you to your knees,
you're in the perfect position to pray.
Pass this on to someone you care about - I just did.
Being happy doesn't mean everything's perfect. It means you've decided
to see beyond the imperfections.
I hope this touched you!
WORRY LOOKS AROUND!
SORRY LOOKS BACK!
FAITH LOOKS UP!!

Old English (also called Anglo-Saxon,[1] Englisc by its speakers) is an early form of the English language that was spoken and written in parts of what are now England and southern Scotland between the mid-5th century and the mid-12th century. What survives through writing represents only the literary register of Anglo-Saxon. It is a West Germanic language and is closely related to Old Frisian. It also experienced heavy influence from Old Norse, a member of the related North Germanic group of languages.
Old English was not static, and its usage covered a period of approximately 700 years (see Timeline of the Anglo-Saxon invasion and takeover of Britain) – from the Anglo-Saxon migrations that created England in the fifth century to some time after the Norman invasion of 1066, when the language underwent a dramatic transition. During this early period it assimilated some aspects of the languages with which it came in contact, such as the Celtic languages and the two dialects of Old Norse from the invading Vikings, who were occupying and controlling large tracts of land in northern and eastern England, which came to be known as the Danelaw.


[edit] Germanic origins
The most important force in shaping Old English was its Germanic heritage in its vocabulary, sentence structure and grammar which it shared with its sister languages in continental Europe. Some of these features were specific to the West Germanic language family to which Old English belongs, while some other features were inherited from the Proto-Germanic language from which all Germanic languages are believed to have been derived.

Like other West Germanic languages of the period, Old English was fully inflected with five grammatical cases (nominative, accusative, genitive, dative, and instrumental, though the instrumental was very rare), which had dual plural forms for referring to groups of two objects (but only in the personal pronouns) in addition to the usual singular and plural forms. It also assigned gender to all nouns, including those that describe inanimate objects: for example, sēo sunne (the Sun) was feminine, while se mōna (the Moon) was masculine (cf. modern German die Sonne vs. der Mond).


[edit] Latin influence
A large percentage of the educated and literate population (monks, clerics, etc.) were competent in Latin, which was the scholarly and diplomatic lingua franca of Europe at the time. It is sometimes possible to give approximate dates for the entry of individual Latin words into Old English based on which patterns of linguistic change they have undergone. There were at least three notable periods of Latin influence. The first occurred before the ancestral Saxons left continental Europe for Britain. The second began when the Anglo-Saxons were converted to Christianity and Latin-speaking priests became widespread. The third and largest single transfer of Latin-based words happened after the Norman invasion of 1066, after which an enormous number of Norman words entered the language. Most of these Oïl language words were themselves derived from Old French and ultimately from classical Latin, although a notable stock of Norse words were introduced, or re-introduced in Norman form. The Norman Conquest approximately marks the end of Old English and the advent of Middle English.

One of the ways the influence of Latin can be seen is that many Latin words for activities came to also be used to refer to the people engaged in those activities, an idiom carried over from Anglo-Saxon but using Latin words. This can be seen in words like militia, assembly, movement, and service.

The language was further altered by the transition away from the runic alphabet (also known as futharc or fuþarc) to the Latin alphabet, which was also a significant factor in the developmental pressures brought to bear on the language. Old English words were spelt as they were pronounced; the "silent" letters in many Modern English words, such as the k in knight, were in fact pronounced in Old English. For example, the c in cniht, the Old English equivalent of knight, was pronounced. Another side-effect of spelling words phonetically was that spelling was extremely variable – the spelling of a word would reflect differences in the phonetics of the writer's regional dialect, and also idiosyncratic spelling choices which varied from author to author, and even from work to work by the same author. Thus, for example, the word and could be spelt either and or ond.

Old English spelling can therefore be regarded as even more jumbled than modern English spelling, although it can at least claim to reflect some existing pronunciation, while modern English in many cases cannot. Most present-day students of Old English learn the language using normalised versions and are only introduced to variant spellings after they have mastered the basics of the language.
The second major source of loanwords to Old English were the Scandinavian Читать далее...

Fæder ūre
Fæder ūre, þū þe eart on heofonum;
Sīe þīn nama gehālgod,
tō becume þīn rīce,
gewurþe þīn willa,
on eorðan swā swā on heofonum.
Urne gedæghwamlican hlāf sele ūs tōdæg,
and forgif ūs ūre gyltas,
swā swā wē forgifaþ ūrum gyltendum,
and ne gelǣd þū ūs on costnunge,
ac ālȳs ūs of yfele, sōþlīce.

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Our Father, who art in Heaven,
hallowed be Thy Name.
Thy Kingdom come, Thy Will be done,
on Earth, as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory,
for ever and ever.

*****************************
Notre Père
Notre Père, qui es aux cieux,
que ton nom soit sanctifié,
que ton règne vienne,
que ta volonté soit faite
sur la terre comme au ciel;
donne-nous aujourd'hui notre pain essentiel;
remets-nous nos dettes,
comme nous aussi les remettons à nos débiteurs;
et ne nous laisse pas entrer dans l'épreuve,
mais délivre-nous du Malin.

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Это цитата сообщения lenstrik Оригинальное сообщение

до чего доводит матан....

вот так вот ломают голову бедные студенты...))
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Это цитата сообщения Оригинальное сообщение

Арабская притча о любви

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Ветер встретил прекрасный Цветок и влюбился в него. Пока он нежно ласкал Цветок, тот отвечал ему еще большей любовью, выраженной в цвете и аромате.

Но Ветру показалось мало этого, и он решил: "Если я дам Цветку всю свою мощь и силу, то тот одарит меня чем-то еще большим". И он дохнул на Цветок мощным дыханием своей любви. Но Цветок не вынес бурной страсти и сломался.

Ветер попытался поднять его и оживить, но не смог. Тогда он утих и задышал на Цветок нежным дыханием любви, но тот увядал на глазах.

Закричал тогда Ветер:

- Я отдал тебе всю мощь своей любви, а ты сломался! Видно, не было в тебе силы любви ко мне, а значит, ты не любил!

Но Цветок ничего не ответил. Он умер.

Тот, кто любит, должен помнить, что не силой и страстью измеряют Любовь, а нежностью и трепетным отношением. Лучше десять раз сдержаться, чем один раз сломать.

Это цитата сообщения Komatsu_Youko Оригинальное сообщение

Кукла...

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Это цитата сообщения BlackLight667 Оригинальное сообщение

и просто стишок

Капали долгие слёзы
Сохли они на плечах
Нечем нам было делитсья
И неочем было молчать
Всё ещё чувствую маятник
Мукой качается боль
Люди не ставьте ей памятник
Сдесь сдохла сука-любовь.

Это цитата сообщения BlackLight667 Оригинальное сообщение

Я всегда рядом

забудь про варемя
потеряйся в пространстве
закрой глаза
перешагни океаны
перелети долины
мистические вещи
имя группы
закрой глаза хоть на секунду
я отведу тебя к нам

ты готова?
готова?
услышать песню?
длинную песню........
это твоё время довериться мне
мы играем музыку твоей свободы
душевной свободы.....

ты слышиш нас повсюду
я далеко но совсем близко
я во всех измерениях
я на каждой звезде
просто закрой глаза
поверь.....
я готов свергнуть самово себя
готова ли ты?......
мы обязаны севодня что то разбить в нас
просто закрой глаза и дай мне руку....



дай мне свою веру.....

Это цитата сообщения ImaginaryOne Оригинальное сообщение

Аля Кудряшева "письмо счастья"

Девочка научилась расправить плечи, если взять за руку - не ускоряет шаг.
Девочка улыбается всем при встрече и радостно пьёт текилу на брудершафт.
Девочка миловидна, как октябрята - белая блузка в тон, талисман в кулак.
У неё в глазах некормленные тигрята рвут твой бренный торс на британский флаг.
То есть, сердце погрызть - остальное так,
Для дворников и собак.

читать дальше

жить - значит медленно рождаться. это было бы чересчур легко - брать уже готовые души.

антуан де сент-экзюпери

Quand on est prisonnier, peut-on desirer autre chose que la liberte?
*****
Il trouve que la mort est trop bonne pour ces hommes, car la mort cest le repos.
*****
Quand on est fou, on ne souffre plus.
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"So Cold"
VERSE 1:
Crowded streets are cleared away
One by one
Hollow heroes separate
As they run
You're so cold
Keep your hand in mine
Wise men wonder while strong men die

Chorus:
Show me how we end this all right
Show me how defenseless you really are
Satisfied and empty inside
Well that's alright
Let's give this another try

Verse 2:
If you find your family
Don't you cry
In this land of make believe
Dead and dry
You're so cold
but you feel alive
Lay your hand on me
One last time

Breaking Benjamin
"Had Enough"


Milk it for all it's worth.
Make sure you get there first.
The apple of your eye.
The rotten core inside.
We are the prisoners.
Things couldn't get much worse.
I've had it up to here, you know your end is near.

[Chorus]
You had to have it all,
well have you had enough?
You greedy little bastard,
you'll get what you deserve.
When all is said and done,
I will be the one to leave you in the misery and hate what you've become.

Intoxicated eyes, the love and myth, that life.
You should have learned by now
I'll burn this whole world down.
I need some piece of mind, no fear of what's behind.
You think you've won this fight, you've only lost your mind.

[Chorus]
You had to have it all,
well have you had enough?
You greedy little bastard,
you'll get what you deserve.
When all is said and done,
I will be the one to leave you in the misery and hate what you've become.

Hold me down.

[Chorus]
You had to have it all,
well have you had enough?
You greedy little bastard,
you'll get what you deserve.
When all is said and done,
I will be the one to leave you in the misery and hate what you've become.

Heaven help you.

"Unknown Soldier"

Borderline, dead inside.
I don't mind, falling to pieces.
Coming in, violin, let's begin.
Feeding the sickness.
How do I simplify, dislocate, the enemy is on the way.

[Chorus]
Show me what it's like to dream in black and white, so I can leave this world
tonight.

Full of fear, everclear. I'll be here, fighting forever.
Curious, venemous, you'll find me climbing to heaven.
Nevermind, turn back time.
You'll be fine, I will get left behind.

[Chorus]
Show me what it's like to dream in black and white, so I can leave this world
tonight.

[Chorus]
Hold me, I'm to tight. Breathe the breath of life, so I can leave this world
behind.

It only hurts just once.
They're only broken bones. Hide the hate inside.

"Here We Are"


Sing it for me, I can't erase the stupid things I say.
You're better than me.
I struggle just to find a better way.

[Chorus]
So here we are, fighting and trying to hide the scars.
I'll be home tonight, take a breath and softly say goodbye.
The lonely road, the one that I should try to walk alone.
I'll be home tonight, take a breath and softly say goodbye.

You're running like me.
Keep moving on until forever ends.
Don't try to fight me.
The beauty queen has lost her crown again.

[Chorus]
So here we are, fighting and trying to hide the scars.
I'll be home tonight, take a breath and softly say goodbye.
The lonely road, the one that I should try to walk alone.
I'll be home tonight, take a breath and softly say goodbye.

Goodbye.

So why are you so eager to betray, pick the pieces up, pick the pieces up.

So why are you the one that walks away, pick the pieces up, pick the pieces up.

[Chorus]
So here we are, fighting and trying to hide the scars.
I'll be home tonight, take a breath and softly say goodbye.
The lonely road, the one that I should try to walk alone.
I'll be home tonight, take a breath and softly say goodbye.

Just take a breath and softly say goodbye.

"Dance With The Devil"
Here I stand, helpless and left for dead.
Cleave your eyes, so many days gone by.
Easy to find what's wrong, harder to find what's right.

I believe in you, I can show you that I can see right through all your empty
lies.

I won't stay long, in this world so long.

[Chorus]
Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight.
Don't you dare look at him in the eye, as we dance with the devil tonight.

Trembling, crawling across my skin.
Feeling your cold dead eyes, stealing the life of mine.

I believe in you, I can show you that I can see right through all your empty
lies.

I won't last long, in this world so wrong.

[Chorus]
Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight.
Don't you dare look at him in the eye, as we dance with the devil tonight.

Hold on, hold on.

[Chorus]
Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight.
Don't you dare look at him in the eye, as we dance with the devil tonight.

Hold on, hold on.

"Until The End"

So clever, whatever, I'm done with these endeavors.
Alone I walk the winding way.

It's over, no longer, I feel it growing stronger.
I'll live to die another day, until I fade away.

[Chorus]
Why give up, why give in?
It's not enough, it never is.
So I will go on until the end.
We've become desolate.
It's not enough, it never is.
So I will go on until the end.

Surround me, it's easy to fall apart completely.
I feel you creeping up again.

It's over, no longer, I feel it growing colder.
I knew this day would come to end, so let this life begin.

[Chorus]
Why give up, why give in?
It's not enough, it never is.
So I will go on until the end.
We've become desolate.
It's not enough, it never is.
But I will go on until the end.
I've lost my way.
I've lost my way, but I will go on until the end.

Living is hard enough without you fucking up.

[Chorus]
Why give up, why give in?
It's not enough, it never is.
So I will go on until the end.
We've become desolate.
It's not enough, it never is.
But I will go on until the end.
I've lost my way.
I've lost my way, but I will go on until the end.

The final fight I win,
the final fight I win,
the final fight I win, but I will go on until the end.

The Diary Of Jane"

Версия для печати

If I had to
I would put myself right beside you
So let me ask
Would you like that?
Would you like that?

And I don't mind
If you say this love is the last time
So now I'll ask
Do you like that?
Do you like that?

No

Something's getting in the way
Something's just about to break
I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane
So tell me how it should be

Try to find out what makes you tick
As I lie down
Sore and sick
Do you like that?
Do you like that?

There's a fine line between love and hate
And I don't mind
Just let me say that I like that
I like that

Something's getting in the way
Something's just about to break
I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane
As I burn another page
As I look the other way
I still try to find my place in the diary of Jane
So tell me how it should be

Desperate, I will crawl
Waiting for so long
No love, there is no love
Die for anyone
What have I become

Something's getting in the way
Something's just about to break
I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane
As I burn another page
As I look the other way
I still try to find my place
In the diary of Jane