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Burping like a drunk
It sings in a punk
Is not disturbed anyone
Just left alone

Struggling with the compiler
But a lot of screaming fault
So you do not like the taste of beer
Like the snotty salt

I tried to guess, but I don't have a clue :-)

he gnawed it, subidubidue

A little pig, called Piggy the Blue,

ate a tube of Technocol Glue.

Can you guess what happened to Blue?

 

Nahh, innen folytassa valaki, hatha gagyesz versekkel

van eselye a temanak feleledni. :)

 

Udv:

mirelitmalacorr

felhozlak, topik:

search for symbols represent my own
things to call these home the sky
clear of lovesatellitefireworks why
worry cold clear sky unblue unblack brown

the melting subtleties unite under a
leaky out-of-space umbrella open
by chance and blown about by dope and
the sky cold clear molten chimera

:((hopeless
mind1, a lényeg a "drast" kiemelése lett volna, de talán lekközelebb...

az eredeti elképzelés szerint így:

this is genuinely drastic
amusing in light plastic
elastic furry softporn for Elise
spank and squeeze, peachy whore
twisted pink tease
pass the shavingfoam please
so I'll never lap hair on my tongue no more

oh fuck, nem megy ez a vastagbetűs dolog, mind1

this is genuinely drastic
elastic furry softporn for Elise
spank and squeeze, peachy whore
amusing in light plastic
twisted pink tease
pass the shavingfoam please
so I'll never lap hair on my tongue no more

I've known a hairy girl
We had a trip around her fur
She is called Fur Elise
I've never kown a fur like this.

:))
jó volna ezt teljességében közölni, különben nem lesz mit szavalniuk az angol ajkú óvodásoknak..

one, two
one, two fuck you

Thomad Dean Walther angol kolto idegen koltemenyek angolra forditasaval foglalkozik. Az o eredmenye a kovetkezo orokbecsu:

Alexander Petophi: Mother's Chicken

Er, what's the stone chickenmother
Are you livin' here in the bedroom?
Look, God take your thing up
Whole day are you dragging in chickenrun.

Sajna csak ennyit tudok belole, es a koltovel sincs tul jo viszonyom, hogy megkerdezzem tole a folytatast

Barbi

rhythm
fundamental soul
dark primeval flow
lubricant adrenaline
surge unstoppable free
time spun through turbulance
metrical intricate design
syncopated heartbeat
symmetric mystic sublime
unfathomed monotony
periodic rises lapses
motion and placidity
extasy vibration
incarnated luxury
rhythm

Lonesome Midnight Dog

I fucked a mother in the night
mauled her junkie husband
sniffed the sister alcoholics
then I heard a funny noise

it was sick - it was Metal
buzzing on the radio
I took a whizz at the rug
getting late, time to go

Some bitches say that I'm too wild
but I climb them anyway
Then this biker comes from nowhere
and he fucks up my whole day

He hit me and Fluffy while
we were fucking in the park
Now he says he's full of shame
But I bit him, then I barked

:O))

Lonesome Midnight Biker

Mother fucked a dog in the night
Father was a junkie
Sisters are made of alcohol
Metal has the real power

In my mind...there is sickness!
Fuck up the pop shit
Be a rock&roll star
And you'll be the king

Some people say I am too wild
Some think so, but I don't mind
When my guitar's by my side
I am riding on my bike

The howling wind blows
The music screams
My heart is full of shame
Oh babe, oh babe

Na, ebben aztán nincs egy darab közhely sem! Éljenek a metál-indulók!

my loving eyes blues

never care how much I love you
fever garbles what I feel
for you baby
lips on mine
in my mind
whisper honey soothing tears
sand salt and seething eyes
blink a dry cathartic wail
muted empty desert-well
mirrorbrittle fantasy
shards
glinting darkly
shattering reality
cut through to the roots of air
bleed a black flow flooding
technicolor tulip fields
no-one's been to in a year
haunted tender places
blind staring faces
burn unblinking tearless fear
fever is a vision baby
fever garbles what I feel

...1ébként ez a topik nem halt meg szvsz csak lassan lélegzik. nem sok angol verset írok mostanság, ez ma lett meg.

Hm... ez a topic szerintem meghalt, az emlékére írok egyet ide, nem hagyományos verseléssel készült, de nekem tetszik :))

All the colors are gone
None has left to me
Shades of white and black
Now embrace my tired body

I have seen the colors, I know
But can't remember them anymore
I feel as my very life is fading

Why happens to me this ?
I cannot understand
I have broken the law
I know I feel
As the tides of fate
Surronds my lifestream

But why is so big the punishment
I was just free for a while
I left the burden for a day
And now the burden waits for me again

I know that I will see the colors
Soon, if the sun may rise
But who knows, maybe next time
I will be blind

Until then, I can see the stars
Don't need the colors
I can live in these nights
I still feel the torns

Now, the dawn comes
With the colors to bind
To bind me to the life
And I will see soon another dusk

Jah igen... címe sincs... hm... ki kellene találni. Na mindegy R.I.P.

broken love song

time I broke I
would we ever be
time I got high

breaking broken
eye close eye open
time we got high

see I love you
we-wall I die through
irie high-blue

ravine anymore

i know now i'm
being watched or monitored not
throwing things into an empty
ravine anymore

now there's someone down there
i know now i'll
steady my aim more weary while
throwing things

lyrics on M.O.O.G.

sun glowers on a day of release
love was a folly, now I'm at peace
shame melting in a faltering sigh
rose from despair again and now I'm so

high with a rhythmic surge
light irie dance on a whimsical urge
spin mystic move
pulse patters into a groove

sounds vibrate levitational pace
words juggle melody of passionate grace
sway my lovely lady we will be one
kiss Earth with your feet, you're the sun

come let me share with you
this summer morning street
our light side our side shade
can you tell where they meet
it all comes down warm on me
what we wanted to see
is it simple sharing heat
walking on embracing feet

on her looks

descriptive words would dodge them lazily
such astronomically sweet detail
as from new angles view ever adventurous
they'd make some dazed attempts, to no avail

swarm of bees
making my honey
sweet to the sting
such a pretty thing

splash color flowers
on your skin
in your hair
smear away a tear

come to me high-spirit
woman of the dance
rhythm in your body
ictus in your eyes

Ez mind király gyerekek, de ki fog cimet adni az alkotásoknak?
Hogy vagy Moozees?

another round of applause
for hero forsaken
gwan zonk my brain
feel no more pain, no sorrow
tryin' to make good till tomorrow
smokin nonstop an I rolling again
fire to face the rain
rain on the brow of hero forsaken
ganj uplift an I awaken

gone beyond phases and phrases and
I can't see you, I'm coughing butt-ends
losing, played to lose, hold my hand
and lead me bleeding to a Promised Land

lying buried deeper in a blue sea
doubt throbs louder than if you're with me
thinned vision of dimmed indecision
lulled and tempted to let all be

wandering through lost intentions
motives sunk in solid ice
left alone with nagging tension
holding hands would be so nice
my lady, what could I say?

facing blank screens every day
I must rethink and rationalize
ponder and construct a way
that could be soundly visualised
but I see you behind closed eyes...

Egyszer ezt a verset álmodtam:

Ivan Dobic
left his home
in a raging storm.
East and west he went
in the meadows of Serbia.
On the tenth day is body fell apart.