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Мощные приступы позитива вызывает у меня творчество сотрудников правоохранительных органов, потому наверное, что у военных, десантников там разных, пафос и надрыв вполне естественны, в таких они бывали все таки крутых замесах, что ни в сказке сказать ни пером описать а в этом случае всегда есть ощущение позерства.
Или автор вложил иронизировал?
Ну и еще потому , что мой дядя тоже песни пишет и клипы снимает про нелегкую службу в полиции, но у него поскромнее получилось.
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Тем временем я тут картинку для обложки диска нарисовал. Не знаю пока, увидит ли он свет, и когда это случиться, но так как некоторую сумму денег за работу я уже получил, наверное могу выложить изображение.
А вот, значит, ссылка на сама альбом , отчего то , правда, нельзя теперь его послушать, но уж зато дорогие читатели смогут узнать что за группа.

https://music.yandex.ru/album/4085219
Теперь я вышел на уровень Ван Гога, так как умудрился все таки одну свою работу продать.
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I'm in the RSL, I joined the Lions club Friday
My support of sport is thought of highly
I'm a Class 6 clerk in the PCD
And who the hell is Ayatollah Khomeni?

It doesn't matter to me
It doesn't matter to me
I'll sit home and watch you all on my colour TV

Well I never look further than my own back door
Except when wrapped up in my Commodore
I was reading Nostradamus or 1984
I ran out of Valium and then I got bored

It doesn't matter to me
It doesn't matter to me
I'll sit home and watch you all on my colour TV

Well I prune in June and I plant in October
And I write to the council when a sign gets knocked over
I always say the Channel 10 news is best
Especially when the weather girl wears a low cut dress

It doesn't matter to me
It doesn't matter to me
I'll sit home and watch you all on my colour TV

Well, my wife ran off to a Women's Shelter
She didn't understand me or why I had to belt her
My daughter carries candles for the festival of light
The fridge is full of beer and I'm all right

It doesn't matter to me
It doesn't matter to me
I'll sit home and watch you all on my colour TV

My son's gone off to the Eastern war
And Killen wrote a letter explaining what for
It's the very first job the boy's ever held
He'll learn a good trade while he sees the world

It doesn't matter to me
It doesn't matter to me
I'll sit home and watch you all on my colour TV

I'm watching colour TV
Thanking god it's not me
OPEC, Exxon and ITT
Presenting World War Three.
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Вот это жаль, вот это, правда, очень жаль. ...(С)
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Dear diary, dear diary
I’m writing these lines
The first of September Nineteen Thirty-Nine
Had lunch with Eva
Went to the zoo
And oh, by the way, started World War Two
A good day, la la la
And so to bed

Dear diary, dear diary
Another day gone
Went bowling with Goering and watered the lawn
Went to the opera, went to a dance
Bombed London, bombed Coventry
Rolled across France
A good day, la la la
And so to bed

Dear diary, dear diary,
To Moscow we go
The children all tell me that we shall have snow
The hills will be covered, the children will play
We’re sure to take Stalingrad most any day
A good day, la la la
And so to bed

Dear diary, dear diary
The hour is late
The Russians are bombing the Chancellery Gate
The rate things are going they’re sure to break in
Hello Buenos Aires, Wiedersehen Berlin
A good day, ta ta ta
And so to bed
Guten Nacht!

про нейтронную бомбу тоже хорошая песенка...
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Well I walk up to you and I shake your hand
Ask you how your day was, you were up all night, that sucks I understand
Now hurry the fuck up ‘cause I don’t want to wait
I’m in a hurry and it’s your fault I’m stepping 20 minutes late

‘Cause I’m a pilot, I only care about me
I don’t give a fuck if I bring your jet back code 2 or code 3
I’m a pilot and I never make mistakes
I’ll take the credit if it aint broken, I’ll blame you if it breaks

I don’t even know where the oil filter lies
But I’ll tell you fix it faster, goddammit! ‘Cause I’m the one who flies
And I’ll leave FOD in the cockpit without even a trace
Then I’ll over G the targeting pod with a smile on my face

‘Cause I’m a pilot, I only care about me
I don’t give a fuck if I bring your jet back code 2 or code 3
I’m a pilot and I never make mistakes
I’ll take the credit if it aint broken, I’ll blame you if it breaks

I’ll put out some chaff, maybe a flare. Aw fuck it
‘Cause when I get back I want to see you have to replace the whole damn bucket
And the ECM pod that one’s my favorite joke
Forget to turn it on? Fuck no! It just pisses me off when something aint broke

‘Cause I’m a pilot and I’m a mean old son of a bitch. Yeah I know that it sucks that it’s all cold and rainy outside and here I am inside my cockpit all warm and toasty. Hey crewchief, while you’re at it, why don’t you get my tapes for me? What? Do you think I want to hold this helmet bag all damn day?

I’ll piss on your seat and blame it on a leak
Oh wait, gotta think of something else that’s the same excuse that I used last week

When I’m taxiing in do whatever it is you do
You can do a dance, pull down your pants, I don’t care I not even looking at you
And I’m sorry I scratched your jet up, maybe she had an itch
‘Cause your baby may have your name on her, but I just made her my bitch

‘Cause I’m a pilot, I only care about me
I don’t give a fuck if I bring your jet back code 2 or code 3
I’m a pilot and I never make mistakes
I’ll take the credit if it aint broken, I’ll blame you if it breaks



More lyrics http://www.allthelyrics.com/lyrics/dos_gringos/im_a_pilot-lyrics-1249184.html#ixzz3kjy4WWpg
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С днем знаний ! 
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Праздник же сегодня !
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I'll place my knapsack on my back,
My rifle on my shoulder,
I'll march away to the firing line,
And kill that Yankee soldier,
And kill that Yankee soldier,
I'll march away to the firing line,
And kill that Yankee soldier.

I'll bid farewell to my wife and child
Farewell to my aged mother,
And go and join in the bloody strife,
Till this cruel war is over,
Till this cruel war is over,
I'll go and join in the bloody strife,
Till this cruel war is over.

If I am shot on the battlefield,
And I should not recover,
Oh, who will protect my wife and child,
And care for my aged mother?
And care for my aged mother,
Oh, who will protect my wife and child,
And care for my aged mother?

And if our Southern cause is lost,
And Southern rights denied us,
We'll be ground beneath the tyrant's heel,
For our demands of justice,
For our demands of justice,
We'll be ground beneath the tyrant's heel,
For our demands of justice.

Before the South shall bow her head,
Before the tyrants harm us,
I'll give my all to the Southern cause,
And die in the Southern army,
And die in the Southern army,
I'll give my all to the Southern cause,
And die in the Southern army.

If I must die for my home and land,
My spirit will not falter,
Oh, here's my heart and here's my hand,
Upon my country's altar,
Upon my country's altar,
Oh, here's my heart and here's my hand, Upon my country's altar.

Then Heaven be with us in the strife,
Be with the Southern soldier,
We'll drive the mercenary horde,
Beyond our Southern border,
Beyond our Southern border,
We'll drive the mercenary horde,
Beyond our Southern border.

I'll place my knapsack on my back,
My rifle on my shoulder,
I'll march away to the firing line,
And kill that Yankee soldier,
And kill that Yankee soldier,
I'll march away to the firing line,
And kill that Yankee soldier!!
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Классная музыка, жаль, что пропустил игру.

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