-- [ NERDY SONG pro pana Boha 2.0 ] --
[ note for non-Czech speaking users: song name may be translated like "
NERDY SONG for GOD", rougch translation of lyrics follows:
They have played soccer in backyard, while I've been catching ghosts in NY
They have smoked drank Vodka Gin and Tonic, while I've played doom2 and
wished to have shoes like sonic.
At home they wished me to get marry.
I said: nonsense mom, where would I put that computers then?
Hardware is not cheap, so I have job. If I get fired, then became an
philosopher.
As soon as I get home, pressing the power switch.
No need to get marry when I have computer.
It is not true there is nothing to play misters.
I wanted to abadon games already, but flatout came out instantly.
In one day of summer, I'm googling the World's thruth.
Black-out ocurres in that moment, the air is rough here, there is an VT100
sining near of wall, the God is sitting at it.
He spots me and stands up, gives me a long stare, says:"I' one of these
who knows"
"that only three answers exists for everything in the world:"
"yes, no, lol"
"only three answers exists for everything in the world:"
"yes, no, lol"
"only three answers exists for everything in the world:"
"yes, no, lol"
"I was returned back in this psycho world"
"somebody wanted me to ding and play ping-pong, I said: "do not disturb,
dumb, I have to make an song"
by Mr.Holub
song #16
28.7.2008
Prvni song vytvoreny od roku 1999. Operacni systemy se meni... protokoly
se meni... hardware se meni... ale lide zustavaji!
Zdravim vsechny sve pratele a priznivce pocitacove hudby.
Vytvoreno v programu Schism tracker.
ostatni songy mozno ziskat na ftp.modland.com ( adresare Screamtracker a
Impulse tracker, podadresar Mr.Holub ).
Samply nastroju z vetsi casti ziskany z verejnych archivu, zpev: Mr.Holub
;-).
Prvni verze se lisi jen v hlasitostech.
TEXT PISNE:
hrali fotbal na dvorku, chytal jsem duchy v New-yorku
kourili chlastali vodku rum a tonik
hral sem dooma2 chtel boty jako sonik
doma vznesli prani, abych nekoho si vzal
rikam mami blbost, kam bych kompy dal
REF: Tradadada dada...
HW neni lace, tak chodim do prace
kdyz dostanu vyhazov, bude ze mne filosof
sotva prijdu domu, zmacknu vypinac
nemusim se zenit, kdyz mam pocitac
neni pravda vazeni, ze neni co k pareni
uz jsem chtel hram zahnout, kdyz v tom vysel flatout
jednou takhle v lete, googlim pravdu o svete,
vtom nastane blackout, je tu drsnej vzduch,
u zdi sviti VT stovka za ni sedi BUH.
REF: traaa, dadadaaa....
spatri mne povstane, dlouze na mne hledi
rek "jsem ztech co vedi",
"ze na vse existuji, jen 3 odpovedi",
"yes, no, lol"
"ze na vse existuji, jen 3 odpovedi",
"yes, no, lol"
"ze na vse existuji, jen 3 odpovedi",
"yes, no, lol"
byl jsem vracen zpet, v tento psycho svet
kdosi chtel abych sel chlastat, hrat ping-pong,
rikam pako prosim nerus musim skladat song
