А знаете, ребятки вполне себе хороши! Конечно не Поэты, но в них безусловно что-то есть, понимаю почему за них Марко сотоварищи взялись Хотя пока они совершенно явно себя ищут - стиль песен немного скачет, а на пару минут даже возникала мысль:
"эээ, я точно счас не Поэтов слушаю?" Влияние "наставников" конечно заметно, говорят Марко с ними иногда над текстами работал, но и свое в них есть и много. Самое главное - в них больше какой-то молодежной диковатости (может Марко и ребята в них себя в йуности видят? ) и какое-то периодическое ощущение
"брать-от-жизни-все!"Впрочем это все чисто мое и чисто эмоциональное восприятие, но тем не менее))) Пока еще они только разгоняются, но думаю с такими продюсерами, как мои лапки, все шансы на хорошее будущее имеются
What you needed the most were no more of these ghosts
Of my broken promises
What you needed the most never even came close to my
Broken promisesYou let me in so I could guide your hand
A quest for gold that yielded lead
So many things I still don't understand
Would rear their ugly heads instead
No instigation, just run away
With nothing to fall back on, no skin left to flay
What you needed the most were no more of these ghosts
Of my broken promises
What you needed the most never even came close to my
Broken promises
Sedated sorrow palms a lazy coin
You'll find no vindication here
Flashing a fast lane if you've come to join
The ill fated fortune of the year
Castles we built now crumble like smiles
Skeleton hope now eaten by trials
What you needed the most were no more of these ghosts
Of my broken promises
What you needed the most never even came close to my
Broken promises
How you choose to wear your heart
is how they’ll cast your part
How you choose to wear your heart
You wear a world upon your sleeve
The way you choose to wear your heart
is how they will tear you apart
Do you choose to save the world or to decieve
дадада, только скажите мне, что я не знаю, кому они ее писали!! Carry me to the river of my fortune
Faithfully I will follow no guiding light
Carry me to your blossoming orchard
Thankfully I will let you carry me Open my mind let the thought follow in
In the wake of the scent of the summer wind beckoning
This is the chance I've been needing
This is the change I've been looking for
Beating the moths to the flame of my fear
Burning holes in me
Gracing my hopes with the scars of my days
Though long lived and prosperous memory fades
And I cannot recall ever seeing
Such as my newfound need for believing
Nothing yet not unlike anything
I've ever been before
Like I was never there
Was I ever there
Then what are these memories I know we share
Carry me to the river of my fortune
Faithfully I will follow no guiding light
Carry me to your blossoming orchard
Thankfully I will let you carry me
Hold on to me as reality breaks
The liquid inside the sugar core evaporates
This is the taste I've been savouring
This is the tonic my pain has me swallowing
Give me clarity, make me forget
My name I never knew
Like I was never there
Was I ever there
Then what are these memories I know we share
Carry me to the river of my fortune
Faithfully I will follow no guiding light
Carry me to your blossoming orchard
Thankfully I will let you carry me
Open your arms let this whipping boy in
Away from the faces of ruthless gods harrowing
This is the home I've been making
This is the place of my heart I've been searching
To here lead the footprints the beach was saving just for me
I know you'd take on the world
To relive what's just
Flashbacks and memories
In scrapbooks of pleasantriesRandom fees, youthful ease
busted knees, what are these
these are your trusted keys
And cos we gel, pretty well
would you tell, could you sell
sell out your lovelies
Who are they to blame you
Who are they to name you
All zombies jump on que
I know you'd take on the world
To relive what's just
Flashbacks and memories
In scrapbooks of pleasantries
With your banners unfurled
Fly the colors of
Yesterdays witty scenes
The dreams of all wannabes
To remember you need to forget, you need to forget
Voodoo dolls, latest polls
harder falls, on it rolls
rolls like it's on wheels
With no doubt, it's about
getting out, still without
without hurting your loyalties
Who are they to stop you
You got to do what you got to do
Only zombies jump on que
I know you'd take on the world
To relive what's just
Flashbacks and memories
In scrapbooks of pleasantries
With your banners unfurled
Fly the colors of
Yesterdays witty scenes
The dreams of all wannabes
To remember you need to forget, you need to forget
А вапче было ржачно, когда я вчера слушала "Lucky Star" и чуть не подвилась чаем, когда на середине внезапно запел голос Марко Ну и да, это была минута тотального неадеквата, когда я вслушалась в текст "Carry me"