jihad

[faitout]

продолжаю, значит, убиваться по in the flesh.
я не очень фандомный человек, и страдания с запойным чтением фанфиков и всякими такими обычными здесь делами у меня случаются редко.
короче, чувствую себя не в своей тарелке. особенно досадно, что ночные пробежки хочется оформить не подходящим ни для какой бы то ни было физической активности китоном хенсоном, вот тем меланхоличным бородачом, про которого писала ниже. в результате этого бегу медленно и вяло (обливаясь не потом, а горькими слёзами).
зато зажила, конечно, богатой эмоциональной жизнью



но это я к чему
когда шерстила тематические подборки на 8tracks, переслушала тучу песен о зомби и смерти. ироничных и не очень. всяких.
так вышла на крутую американскую фолк-панк-группу Andrew Jackson Jihad



джихад, видимо, как священная война против всего, что свято
поют мужики про серийные убийства и каннибализм, издевательства над детьми, наркоту, разложение и мстительного бэби джизаса.
тексты изящнейшие

A Song In Memory Of Stormy The Rabbit
for four fortnights i have fled from my fortress
foraging forests five footsteps in length
fortitude found within 40oz bottles
flowing like flies from your face
my neighborhood has been filled brim with black cats
and when i go driving they walk in my path
all the time, every time
first we were babies, we're birthing and dying
and then we were children, we're playing and crying
then we're teenagers and smoking and fucking
but now we're all grownup and we're sadly sighing
and liking mudlarking and licking our wounds
we've created by lusting and lying to ourselves and to others
we're sadly sighing
and i'd like to be a big ball of meat
that bees can buzz all around and eat when i die
so i might be granted one sense of purpose

I Love You
I like telling dirty jokes,
and I like smoking crystal meth,
but darling I love you.
And I like laughing at retards,
and I like throwing rocks at dogs,
but darling I love you.

I love you like the moon and stars,
when little kids get hit by cars,
girl you know its true. Darling, I love you.
I've been tryin' to move on, since you left,
since you've been gone, but its so hard on me.
Talked to a girl in first hour, bought her a cd,
bought her a flower, but she's a stupid cunt.
But I'll take anything, and I'll take anyone.
I'll take an angry lesbian with a loaded gun.
I'll take a whore with syphilis and gonorrhea too.
But darling, I love you


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вот эта моя любимая. текст не самый изощренный в репертуаре группы, но мелодия и припев удачней всего
Back Pack
You were dead
By the time that I had found you
Your blood was spilled
On the couch where we had first kissed
So I carried you west
To the sea so I could wash you
Your body felt just like a back pack
And I don't know
What they did to your face
And I don't like it

You lived large
Til the day they finally caught you
They cut out your tongue so you would not scream
When you came to
And you pissed blood
And then they chained you up
When you turned blue

Your body felt just like a T-shirt

And I wanna build a tower
To all the nicer things you could have been
But I don't like it

*Ahhs*

You were dead
By the time that I had found you



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Be Afraid of Jesus
I had a dream
I had a dream tonight
That I cut off a piece of the baby Jesus
To offend my friends

But the joke misfired, yes it did oh yes it did
Cause the piece of the baby I cut off it bled and it bled

I tried everything
I tried bandages and shit
I tried praying to it
But all to no avail

Nothing could keep the baby Jesus from bleeding
Oh no, nothing would keep the baby Jesus from bleeding

I got to stop having these dreams
They are killing me inside
They are killing me alive
They are ruining my soul

But nothing could keep these dreams from hurting me
No no, nothing could keep these dreams from fucking me up

And then the worst thing happened
The baby opened his eyes
And he stared into mine
And he started to speak

He said listen boy I’m gonna throw you in hell
I’m gonna make you scream I’m gonna make you yell
I’m gonna make you wish that you’d never seen me in the first place you ungrateful prick

So if you wanna be afraid of Jesus now
Cause his hearts filled with vengeance
And his souls filled with hellfire
And he’s thirsty for blood

So, be afraid of Jesus be afraid of Jesus
Be afraid of Jesus, be afraid of Jesus
Be afraid of Jesus cause he’s gonna fuck you up old school style

I said, be afraid of Jesus be afraid of Jesus
Be afraid of Jesus be afraid of Jesus
Be afraid of Jesus cause he’s really fucking pissed off at you right now

жаль, что я не слышала Big Bird раньше, когда были месяцы паники
и чувство, что кто-то прокручивает нож в кишках
надо было просто сказать себе, что I am the knife

I'm afraid of the way that I live my life
I'm afraid of the way I don't
I'm afraid of the things I wanna do but I won't

I'm afraid of God
I'm afraid to believe
And I'm afraid of all the loved ones that I've made leave
I'm afraid that my dog doesn't love me anymore

I'm afraid of the social laziness that let Kitty Genovese die
And I'm afraid of the mob mentality that makes otherwise normal people go blind
I'm afraid of the way the world works
And I'm afraid of the words in my notebooks
I'm afraid that you all know that I am a pervert

But the bid red bird that lives under the city
Doesn't give a damn about me
And it dies every night
By burning alive

I'm afraid of my Grandfather's cancer
And I'm afraid of my Mom's dying arm
I'm afraid that I've somehow caused my family harm
I'm afraid that the ones I love won't have enough
I'm afraid that the ones I love won't have enough

It's harder to be yourself
Than it is to be anybody else
I wish I were a little less of a coward
But the big red bird that lives under the city
Doesn't give a damn about me
And it dies every night
So I bought a knife
I am a knife


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как видите, от музыки здесь не очень много, больше рифмоплётства вразнобойчик
уильям берроуз с палаником, переложенные на песни панков у костра

но пробирает ух