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Mrs. McGrath, the sergeant, said, would you like a soldiery, son Ted?

Mrs. McGrath lived on the shore and out for seven years or more.

I you don't believe We're on the eve of destruction

I don't believe we're on the eve of destruction

I can't twist the truth.

over and over and over and over again my friend you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction no no you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction

Brytyjska inwazja, jak zawsze na dobry początek, ciąg dalszy moich reminiscencji na temat miniserialu dokumentalnego telewizji BBC z 2022 roku The Rolling Stones, Życie w Rytmie Roka.

a wszystko okej, bo takie piki miałem, dobrze, dobrze, kontynuujemy, to się wypnie, kontynuujemy, czyli tak, zastąpił go Roniut, gitarzysta znany na brytyjskiej scenie muzycznej, ale na pewno nie gitarzysta wybitny, no taki solidny rzemieślnik, przyjaźnił się z Keithem Richardsem, który był częstym gościem w posiadłości uda, dość dużą posiadłość miał nad Tamizą w Londynie,

Pierwszym zespołem, z którym występował, z którym się związał, byli The Birds.

Utwór trzeci to zawsze jest utwór instrumentalny, dziś The Virtues.

The Virtues, odnowiska lidera zespołu Franka Virtues.

Taki tytuł tego utworu doszedł w wykonaniu The Virtues do piątej pozycji na liście Billboardu, bardzo wysoko.

Coś nowszego, lata osiemdziesiąte, początek lat osiemdziesiątych i będzie dziś kolejny numer jeden zespołu The Moody Blues.

No a Moody's, bo tak w skrócie nazywali The Moody Blues się, The Moody's byli jednym z pierwszych zespołów, którzy sięgną po syntezatory.

No ja wolę instrumentarium klasyczne, ale u Moody's syntezatory mi nie przeszkadzają, powiem więcej, no wzbogacają symfonicznie brzmienie zespołu, o czym będziemy mogli się przekonać słuchając utworu The Other Side of Life.

Bardzo dziękujemy za kolejną piątkę, za kolejny utwór The Moody Blues i kolejne zadanie z języka angielskiego.

You like to call me on the telephone Baby, please answer to the phone You like to tell me that's where we belong Baby, please answer to the phone

And you can't wait on till we're not in the day To have this answer to us Well, I'm a chicken on your answers And so I can't plan to see If my baby still falls to me

And when we had a party in the afternoon And when you're in my arms and my heart just melts I would be so sad if I should go away Baby, who's answer to that?

You can't wait until we're not in the day Baby, who's answer to that?

On the streets tonight is the truest music you've heard So take your share of the gifts that are there They all belong to you And come what may at the break of each day We all begin anew once more

You know the only way to get there is to take that step to the other side of life tonight.

Let's investigate the other side of life tonight The lovers and the fighters and the risk they take Are on the other side of life tonight Let's lose our way, go completely astray And find ourselves again

The only way to get there is to take that step to the other side of life tonight.

Between the ones who say there is a war And the ones who say there isn't Why don't you come on back to the war That's right, get in it Why don't you come on back to the war It's just beginning When I live here with a woman and child The situation makes me kind of nervous

There is a war between the rich and poor, a war between the man and the woman.

There is a war between the left and right, a war between the black and white, a war between the odd and the even.

Why don't you come on back to the war and take a break?

But leave our children with their toys of peppermint and candy.

Your thoughts they are of Harley Quinn, your speeches of Quicksilver I read your faces like a poem, kaleidoscope of hate words For Siegel I don't want your wings, I don't want your freedom in a lie

On the quilted battlefield of soldiers dazzling made of toy tin The big bomb like a child's hand could sweep them dead just so to win For Siegel I don't want your wings, I don't want your freedom in a lie

I see people turn their heads and quickly look away Like a newborn baby, it just happens every day

I look inside myself and see my heart is black I see my red door, I must have it painted black Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black No more will my green signal turn a deeper blue

I could not foresee this thing happening to you If I look hard enough into the setting sun My love will laugh with me before the morning comes I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore, I want them to turn black

I said, Father, change my name The one I'm using now is covered up with fear and filth and cowardice and shame Yes, I'm lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover Come back to me Yes, I'm lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover Come back to me

Their faces gone, their eyes were blurred and shirts all soaked with sweat.

They're riding hard to catch that herd, but they ain't caught him yet.

Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky.

As they ride on here they cry.

As the riders looked on by him, he heard one call his name.