Мы все умрем. Но ничего страшного!/ Талант не спрячешь, как не застёгивай./ Если бы я узнал, что стану идолом для подростков, убил бы себя. (с) Джаред Лето
Хех, разгребала свою музыку и чет опять запала на эту песенку, но т.к. она уже есть у меня на дневе, просто поднимаю пост
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Поклонники суперов черпают вдохновение в сериале для всех проявлений творчества
Некая Olivia Chrestomanci пишет песни
вот парочка лучших, на мой взгляд
crossroad demon blues

Ain’t nobody can offer protection
to a man set on a resurrection.
We’ve met before and I know his name
Oh what a beautiful boy’s come my way
He don’t need no introduction
He’s got a well-known will for self-destruction
Ah what do I see in those eyes
Green as crumbling mountainsides
Grief-stricken hard and ready to make a deal
He’s always been a gamblin’ man
But the stakes have never been so lethal
His hands are shaking but his back is straight
Oh what a beautiful boy’s come my way
Two roads crossing in a field of wheat
The stars are screaming but he don’t heed
I’m the only woman can give him what he needs.
[facemelting guitar solo]
Somebody’s lovely body’s growing cold as clay
Oh what a beautiful boy’s come my way
He ain’t gonna worry about the fire or the pain
If the heart he’s a part of will start beating again.
Ah what do I see in those eyes
Green as moss on a mountainside
Grief-stricken certainty burnin’ up through his chest
He’s always been a gamblin’ man
So I’ll see his forfeit and raise him a kiss
He’s always been such a beautiful man
so I’ll take his forfeit and end him with a kiss.
.
I would have done

Cause the body's blind though the mind is sure
I knew you were gone but my body’d turn
To look for you
I looked for you on the open road
I drove your car through yellow fields
I dreamed each night that you called my name
Had to let you go when morning came
When the sun rose had to let you go again.
Oh I dreamed you spoke my name in tears
You were four months gone it was forty years
I took my comfort where I could
I bit her skin and thought of you
The whiskey was strong and it dulled my mind
But the bottles glowed like heated eyes
Like you saw me.
Now no one knows me as I am
And no one knew me as I was
D'you remember the way that we were raised
On the taste of salt and the scent of flame?
Now I talk to myself as I fall asleep
gotta talk my way through memories
hold you the only way I can.
Oh I dreamed you spoke my name in tears
You were four months gone it was forty years.
I dreamed you spoke my name in tears
You were four months gone you were four months gone
Жар и боль, и пекло Ада…
Сэм не плачь, не плачь не надо…
Они уже идут за мной
И смерть в затылок дышит
Я снова слышу адский вой
И злых, питбулей вижу
Прощай братишка вот и всё..
Мой час уж на исходе
Они уже пришли за мной
Пощады мне не будет…..
Сэм не плачь, не плачь не надо…
Они уже идут за мной
И смерть в затылок дышит
Я снова слышу адский вой
И злых, питбулей вижу
Прощай братишка вот и всё..
Мой час уж на исходе
Они уже пришли за мной
Пощады мне не будет…..

Поклонники суперов черпают вдохновение в сериале для всех проявлений творчества
Некая Olivia Chrestomanci пишет песни
вот парочка лучших, на мой взгляд
crossroad demon blues

Ain’t nobody can offer protection
to a man set on a resurrection.
We’ve met before and I know his name
Oh what a beautiful boy’s come my way
He don’t need no introduction
He’s got a well-known will for self-destruction
Ah what do I see in those eyes
Green as crumbling mountainsides
Grief-stricken hard and ready to make a deal
He’s always been a gamblin’ man
But the stakes have never been so lethal
His hands are shaking but his back is straight
Oh what a beautiful boy’s come my way
Two roads crossing in a field of wheat
The stars are screaming but he don’t heed
I’m the only woman can give him what he needs.
[facemelting guitar solo]
Somebody’s lovely body’s growing cold as clay
Oh what a beautiful boy’s come my way
He ain’t gonna worry about the fire or the pain
If the heart he’s a part of will start beating again.
Ah what do I see in those eyes
Green as moss on a mountainside
Grief-stricken certainty burnin’ up through his chest
He’s always been a gamblin’ man
So I’ll see his forfeit and raise him a kiss
He’s always been such a beautiful man
so I’ll take his forfeit and end him with a kiss.
.
I would have done

Cause the body's blind though the mind is sure
I knew you were gone but my body’d turn
To look for you
I looked for you on the open road
I drove your car through yellow fields
I dreamed each night that you called my name
Had to let you go when morning came
When the sun rose had to let you go again.
Oh I dreamed you spoke my name in tears
You were four months gone it was forty years
I took my comfort where I could
I bit her skin and thought of you
The whiskey was strong and it dulled my mind
But the bottles glowed like heated eyes
Like you saw me.
Now no one knows me as I am
And no one knew me as I was
D'you remember the way that we were raised
On the taste of salt and the scent of flame?
Now I talk to myself as I fall asleep
gotta talk my way through memories
hold you the only way I can.
Oh I dreamed you spoke my name in tears
You were four months gone it was forty years.
I dreamed you spoke my name in tears
You were four months gone you were four months gone
А где-то можно еще послушать?
есть еще май спейс
во времена, когда я скачивала, она только на ЖЖ была, но щас я думаю можно погуглить и найти, блога ее не помню((
А можно себе утащить, с кредитами?