Červen 2011

~I Never Told You What I Do For A Living~

19. června 2011 v 10:49 | Gee-Bee Wayovic |  Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge
Takže...Přidávám song nesoucí jméno I never told you what I do for a living.Je z druhýho céda My chem.Na Three Cheers ho najdete pod číslem 13.Takže jako vždycky song+překlad.


Vyhýbej se světlu
A ty fotografie co jsem ti dal
Můžeš se pomodlit když potřebuješ
A nebo se jen zařadit mezi ostatní a ja budu nad tebou truchlit
Mohl bych jsem se s tebou sejít o samotě?
Ještě jedna noc a uvidím tě
Ještě jedna noc a stanu se tebou
Znovu jiný způsob
Jakým ukrýt moji tvář

Další nůž v mých rukách
Skvrny které nikdy nezmizejí z plachet
Očisti mě
Jsem tak špinavý, zlatíčko
Takovým druhem špíny, kdy voda nikdy nepomůže
Vedu si knihu nejen těch, kterých.....

Jen jdi, tak daleko dokud je nepochováš
jdeme dolů tak hluboko

Dotknutý anděli jsem ztratil na svém půvabu
Udělal jsem to všechno takže možná to budu přežívat každý den

Další nůž v mých rukách
Skvrny které nikdy nezmizejí z plachet
Očisti mě
Jsem tak špinavý, zlatíčko

Nedělám to pro peníze a určitě ne kvůli slávě
Dělám to pro ty těla, která žádám a ztrácím

Jen jdi, tak daleko dokud je nepochováš
jdeme dolů tak hluboko
Dole
A jdeme dole, jdeme dole
A všichni spadneme
Ja jsem se pokoušel

A všichni budeme tancovat osamotě na melodii tvé smrti
Znovu se budeme milovat znovu se bedeme smát
A tak je to lepší

A už nikdy víc, nikdy víc
Dali nám dvě kulky do hlavy
A taď jsme všichni mrtví
A už nikdy víc, nikdy víc
Dali nám dvě kulky do hlavy
A taď jsme všichni mrtví!

Já jsem se pokoušel
Ještě jednu noc, jednu noc
Já se směji, pláču, smějeme se
Já jsem se pokoušel, pokoušel...Ale lhal jsem

A budeme se znovu milovat budeme se znovu smát
Budeme znovu plakat a budeme znovu tancovat
A tak je to lepší
Takhle je to o moc lepší

Nemohu vyčistit krev z plachet v mé posteli
A už nikdy víc nikdy víc
Dali nám dvě kulky do hlavy
A teď jsme všichni mrtví!

Your Gee-Bee

~Teenagers~

4. června 2011 v 19:16 | Gee-Bee Wayovic |  The Black Parade

They're gonna clean up your looks,
With all the lies in the books,
To make a citizen out of you.
Because they sleep with a gun,
And keep an eye on you, son,
So they can watch all the things you do.

Because the drugs never work,
They're gonna give you a smirk,
Cause they've got methods of keeping you clean.
They're gonna rip off your heads,
Your aspirations to shreds,
Another cog in the murder machine.

They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me,
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed.
So darken your clothes,
Or strike a violent pose,
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me.

The boys and girls in the clique
The awful names that they stick
You're never gonna fit in much, kid.
But if you're troubled and hurt,
What you got under your shirt,
Will make them pay for the things that they did.

They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me,
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed.
So darken your clothes,
Or strike a violent pose,
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me.

They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me,
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed.
So darken your clothes,
Or strike a violent pose,
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me.

They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me,
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed.
So darken your clothes,
Or strike a violent pose,
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me.

They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me,
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed.
So darken your clothes,
Or strike a violent pose,
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me.

Your Gee-Bee

~You know what they do to guys like us in the prison~

4. června 2011 v 17:19 | Gee-Bee Wayovic |  Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge

In the middle of a gun fight...
In the center of a restaurant...
They say, "Come with your arms raised high!"
Well, they're never gonna get me,
Like a bullet through a flock of doves...
To wage this war against your faith in me,
Your life...will never be the same.
On your mother's eyes, say a prayer...say a prayer!

[Chorus]
Now, but I can't
And I don't know
How we're just two men as God had made us,
Well, I can't...well, I can!
Too much, too late, or just not enough of this
Pain in my heart for your dying wish,
I'll kiss your lips again.

They all cheat at cards and the checkers are lost,
My cellmate's a killer, they made me do push-ups (in drag)
But nobody cares if you're losing yourself...am I losing myself?!
Well, I miss my mom,
Will they give me the chair,
Or lethal injection, or swing from a rope if you dare;
Ah, nobody knows...all the trouble I've seen!

[Chorus]

To your room...
What they ask of you
Will make you want to say, "So long..."
Well, I don't remember,
Why remember...YOU?!

Do you have the keys to the hotel?!
'Cause I'm gonna string this motherfucker on fire! (FIRE!!)

Life is but a dream for the dead,
And well I, I won't go down by myself,
But I'll go down with my friends.
Now now now now... (I can't explain)
Now now now... (I can't complain)
Now now, yeah!


Your Gee-Bee