Текст песни Красная Плесень - Типично панковский медляк
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"Я ИДУ ПО УЛИЦЕ ВОТ ДЕВУШКА ЛЕЖИТ
ОБОССАНА,ОБОСРАНА И ЛАСКОВО ХРАПИТ...итд"
Не помню сколько часов подряд я горланил эту песню, добавляя в нее все новые и новые слова и лихо закручивая сюжет. Но в этот день я окончательно решил реализовать свой безумный проект создания группы, даже несмотря на то, что придется лабать одному. Название пришло само собой, "Красная Плесень", что оно означает, Вы никогда не узнаете, дорогие мои читатели. Usually, by this time, friends with their busty girlfriends flunked up and the blue began, turning into a cigarette, and then into a drunken orgy. Busty girlfriends were fired everywhere: on drum kits, in a bucket, on stage, in the dressing room and on the floor. Once Taran Anton (the future guitarist of "K.P.", and at that time the guitarist of the group "11 DAYES") stuck technical alcohol bought on the clothing market, claiming that it was "the purest medical alcohol". We fell for this bullet, and all five friends and three sidekicks were poisoned. It's good that my buddies and I went to vomit on time, but our friends didn’t finish it up to that and spent the whole night blowing off the stage and benches in the hall, emitting horrible groans. Towards the morning I went on stage to breathe in the fresh June air, giving off the fresh breath of the sea, the chirping of birds, sea gulls, a light gust of morning dew. Gamna and vomit hit me in the nose. Seeing giant liquefied heaps, chaotically scattered across the stage, including on a piano standing in the corner, I, jumping over this crap and the heifers lying between them, made my way to the piano and, inspired by what I saw, composed and immediately sang a touching song about love:
"I WALK ON THE STREET THERE IS A GIRL Lying
OBSSANA, OBSSRANA AND SMOOTHLY ... etc. "
I don’t remember how many hours in a row I bawled this song, adding more and more new words to it and dashingly twisting the plot. But on this day, I finally decided to implement my crazy project of creating a group, even though I have to work alone. The name came by itself, "Red Mold", what it means, you will never know, my dear readers.
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