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  А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я
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Текст песни When in rome от исполнителя Phil ochs

    Pre>
    A
    In the fire blue forests, faded and forgotten

    I crawled through the cotton fields, picking for cotton
    D
    The overseer sneered, his whipping was rotten
    A
    With ecstasy.
    F#m
    Im child-like terror I tore out the tap roots
    Bm
    Cards of the lash were calling to follow suit
    E7
    I dashed for the swamps, the hounds in hot pursuit
    D a
    Jealously.
    C#7 f#m
    All through the night a figure of fright, as I hid my head
    C#7 f#m
    And the buried their nose in a cut of my cloths, now torn in shreds
    C#7 b
    And they never would leave until they believed that I was dead
    E a
    But I'd never curse their names
    E a
    Oh, who am I to blame
    E a
    I know I'd do the same
    B
    Endlessly.
    C#m
    And all the high-born ladies
    F#m
    So lovely and so true,
    B
    Have been handed to the soldiers
    E
    When in rome do as the romans do.

    Frail and afraid in the mists of the morning
    The snakes and the spiders were sadly performing
    The bark of the dogs kept up the warning
    Inside the wood.
    Sweating and swearing I crawled from the manger
    The highway appeared to take me from danger
    Is there anyone here who would pick up a stranger?
    Oh I wish you could.
    Then someone replied would you like a ride?
    Come in he said.
    We drove for a while, he gave me a smile and a piece of bread
    The hammer was hard in the chrome of the car as I cracked his head
    Then we took off in a spin
    Oh I smashed his skull again
    Oh thank you my good friend,
    I feel so good.
    And all the high-born ladies
    So lovely and so true,
    Have been handed to the soldiers
    When in rome do as the romans do.

    Late in the evening I came to the city
    I fell to the sidewalks sighing for pity
    A diamond was dropped from the hands of the pretty
    To be so kind.
    Cowards and corpses were busy competing
    The rhymes of the riots were busy repeating
    I raced to the corner and sped(? ) from the speeding
    To save my mind.
    Latches and locks, companies of cops ran from the rain
    There was silk in the stores for the whims of the whores
    That shone with shame.
    I asked for a light from a priest in the night
    Then I fanned the flames.
    And the traffic all stood still
    To see if someone had been killed
    I was glad to leave a thrill
    So far behind.
    And all the high-born ladies
    So lovely and so true,
    Have been handed to the soldiers
    When in rome do as the romans do.

    A monk and his mother were dancing so dandy
    A topless nun was handing out candy
    The beautiful bishop broke out the brandy
    The kiss we crave.
    They stuttered and stammered, would I feel like staying
    We fell to our knees, feverishly praying
    The salt in the salt-peter seemed to be saying
    Be brave, be brave.
    I reached reached for a robe, I preached and I probed
    And I taught the tune.
    And the greed for the gills was played to the hilt
    As I promised doom
    I toyed with their fears, until coins and tears filled the room
    Then I took off down the road
    Laughing madly like a toad
    God bless every soulless soul
    That would be saved.
    And all the high-born ladies
    So lovely and so true,
    Have been handed to the soldiers
    When in rome do as the romans do.

    A chorus of children were passing the hours
    I joined in their fun and gave them my flowers
    Covered with kisses and showered with showers
    That they repaid.
    Taken and trusting, would I be their teacher?
    She looked so appealing, I wanted to touch her
    Just out of reach, unable to reach her
    Their hands were raised.
    Charmed by the chalk, the lessons were taught, inside the class
    They studied the rules of the samurai schools, they had to pass
    The room was adjourned, the lessons were learned,
    I turned on the gas
    And I watched them make their pleas
    They passed the test with ease
    I gave them their degrees,
    They made the grade.
    And all the high-born ladies
    So lovely and so true,
    Have been handed to the soldiers
    When in rome do as the romans do.

    Feeling my weakness, a coward for company
    I joined the ranks of the hot and hungry
    To teach what it means to have love for your country
    We marched away.
    We lowered our lives for the lines of a border
    We danced with the mothers, played with the daughters
    We followed our fantasies, following orders
    It was child's play.
    After the war the bullets were bored so we capped the game
    With cynical smiles we put them on trial to place the blame
    Now what kind of beast would love such a feast
    Have you no shame?
    So we hung the by the feet
    Oh, we shot them in the street
    Oh, the victory was sweet
    On victory day.
    And all the high-born ladies
    So lovely and so true,
    Have been handed to the soldiers
    When in rome do as the romans do.

    The bread and the circuses came to be nearing
    The saviour or somebody must be appearing
    Pagans and pageants were all disappearing
    Inside my head.
    The stones on the statues were staring and stalling
    Caesar and cassius were cursing and calling
    The empire had risen and now it was falling
    Or so it seemed.
    The crown and the cross seemed empty and lost in dark despair
    And luminous lies, death in disguise were everywhere
    The canvas was cold, the story was old, I said my prayers
    Then I crowned him on the head
    Oh, I blessed him as he bled
    Oh at last, the king is dead
    God save the queen.
    And all the high-born ladies
    So lovely and so true,
    Have been handed to the soldiers
    When in rome do as the romans do.

    Now nothing remained for building or burning
    The losing of lovers was all I was learning
    A time for escape and a time for returning had come to me
    Back through the ashes and back through the embers
    Back through the roads and the ruins I remembered
    My hands at my side I sadly surrendered
    Do as you please.
    The hero was home, proven and grown, I fell on the floor
    Mad with romance they started to dance, their star was born
    I bled like the rain, exploded in pain, then I screamed for more
    Oh, make me feel sublime
    Release me from my mind
    Oh, kill me one more time
    And set me free.
    And all the high-born ladies
    So lovely and so true,
    Have been handed to the soldiers
    When in rome do as the romans do.

    /pre>

    Текст песни When in rome от исполнителя Phil ochs представлен исключительно в ознакомительных целях для частного использования. Слова песни принадлежать их авторам.

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You cant get stoned enough
William moore
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White boots marching in a yellow land
Where were you in chicago
Where theres a will theres a way
When in rome
When im gone
When first unto this country
Whats that i hear
What are you fighting for
We seek no wider war
Viet nam
United fruit
Time was
This old world is changing hands
Thirsty boots
There but for fortune
The world began in eden ended in los angeles
The war is over
The trial
The thresher
The shoals of herring
The scorpion departs but never returns
The sad silent song of a soldier
The power the glory
The passing of my life
The party
The parades still passing by
The marines have landed on the shores of santo domingo
The iron lady
The hills of west virginia
The highwayman
The harder they fall
The floods of florence
The doll house
The day
The confession
The cannons of christianity
The bells
The ballad of the carpenter
The ballad of sonny liston
The ballad of john train
The ballad of john henry faulk
The ballad of billie sol
The ballad of alferd packer
Thats what i want to hear

А знаете ли вы, что классическая музыка признана многими психологами, врачами и самими исполнителями в буквальном смысле чудодейственной. Сама по себе она не совершает чудеса, но она может самым благоприятным образом влиять на человека, растений и животных, на весь окружающий мир. И не важно, что в большинстве композиций классической музыки отсутствуют тексты песен, главное здесь - ее звучание, удачное сочетание нот и звуков.

Доказано, что классическая музыка благотворно влияет на нервную систему. Многие психологи прописывают своим пациентам слушать классическую музыку каждый день. Она не только успокаивает, но и вызывает положительные эмоции у человека. Классическую музыку даже с недавних пор стали использовать прогрессивных взглядов хирурги во время своих операций. Они прочувствовали на себе, что когда операция проводится под звуки классической музыки, все проходит как по маслу, а пациент в скорейшем времени реабилитируется и идет на поправку. Да, и во многих западных больницах в палатах больных играет классическая музыка. По словам врачей, она является усилителем медикаментозного лечения, так как своим звучанием настраивает на положительный лад людей, страдающих тем или иным заболеванием, внушает веру в выздоровление и в собственные силы справиться с болезнью. И все это не пустые слова - это результат проводимых неоднократно экспериментов.

К примеру, был произведен такой эксперимент - в две комнаты, одинаковые по размеру, температуре, влажности, степени освещения, поместили горшки с абсолютно одинаковыми цветами, и в каждой их них включили музыку - в одной классическую, а в другой - тяжелый рок. По истечении определенного времени эксперимент показал следующие результаты - в комнате с классической музыке цветы стали быстро прибавлять в росте, многие расцвели, все выглядели здоровыми, а в комнате с тяжелым роком цветы не только не выросли ни на сколько, а имели нездоровый вид, а многие даже зачахли. Чудодейственное влияние классической музыки на лицо. Однако этот эксперимент вовсе не говорит о том, что рок плох, и слушать его не следует, отнюдь - все люди разные, на кого-то и рок. И тексты песен роковых исполнителей действуют как чудесная сила.