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28.05.2009    Gorillaz - Clint Eastwood (Не відомо)
		Clint Eastwood

		Am          F
(1)		I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
		Am       F
		I got sunshine, in a bag
		Am        F
		I'm useless, but not for long
		Am        B
		The future is coming on
		I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
		I got sunshine, in a bag
		I'm useless, but not for long
		The future is coming on
		It's coming on
		It's coming on
		It's coming on

		Yeah... Ha Ha!

		Am               F
(2)		Finally someone let me out of my cage
		Now, time for me is nothing cos I'm counting no age
		Now I couldn't be there
		Now you shouldn't be scared
		I'm good at repairs
		And I'm under each snare
		Intangible
		Bet you didn't think so I command you to
		Panoramic view
		Look I'll make it all manageable
		Pick and choose
		Sit and lose
		All you different crews
		Chicks and dudes
		Who you think is really kickin'tunes?
		Picture you gettin'down in a picture tube
		Like you lit the fuse
		You think it's fictional
		Mystical? Maybe
		Spiritual
		Hearable
		What appears in you is a clearer view cos you're too crazy
		Lifeless
		To know the definition for what life is
		Priceless
		For you because I put you on the hype shit
		You like it?
		Gunsmokin'righteous with one token
		Psychic among those
		Possess you with one go

Chorus:		I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
		I got sunshine, in a bag
		I'm useless, but not for long
		The future is coming on
		I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
		I got sunshine, in a bag
		I'm useless, but not for long
		The future is coming on
		It's coming on
		It's coming on
		It's coming on

(3)		The essence the basics
		Without it you make it
		Allow me to make this
		Child, like in nature
		Rhythm
		You have it or you don't that's a fallacy
		I'm in them
		Every sprouting tree
		Every child apiece
		Every cloud you see
		You see with your eyes
		I see destruction and demise
		Corruption in disguise
		From this fuckin'enterprise
		Now I'm sucking to your lies
		Through Russ, though not his muscles but the percussion he provides
		With me as a guide
		But y'all can see me now cos you don't see with your eye
		You perceive with your mind
		That's the inner
		So I'm gonna stick around with Russ and be a mentor
		With a few rhymes so mother fuckers
		Remember where the thought is
		I brought all this
		So you can survive when law is lawless
		Feelings, sensations that you thought were dead
		No squealing, remember
		(that it's all in your head)

Chorus:		I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
		I got sunshine, in a bag
		I'm useless, but not for long
		The future is coming on
		I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
		I got sunshine, in a bag
		I'm useless, but not for long
		My future is coming on
		It's coming on
		It's coming on
		It's coming on
		It's coming on
		4 раза


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Clint Eastwood (Ed Case Refix) Bu-whoa! Dis da man you call Sweet alongside a man called Ed Case Wit da Gorillaz The refix Can I See It Na na na alright Na na na oh It's a bigger o'ting - cha! I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag I'm useless, but not for long The future is coming on I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag I'm useless, but not for long The future is coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on... Ah ah ah ah Give 'em some ah ah Ah ah ah ah Bigger oh ah ah Oh! (?) Oh! Off with ya clothes with the cure Oh! (?) (?) Tell me cos I'm oh! (?) Oh! (?) (?) On the dance floor Oh! Come on... we're makin' money Oh! (?) Talks to me funny Oh! (?) (?) Feel my emotion Feel my emotion Music is from the street Designed to make you move your feet and Feel my emotion Feel my emotion And then on... and then on I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag I'm useless, but not for long The future is coming on I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag I'm useless, but not for long The future is coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on... Oh! (?) Oh! (?) Oh! (?) Off with ya clothes with the cure Oh! (?) Oh! (?) Oh! (?) Off with ya clothes with the cure I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag I'm useless, but not for long The future is coming on I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag I'm useless, but not for long The future is coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on... It's a bigger o'ting - cha! Feel my emotion Feel my emotion Music is from the street Designed to make you move your feet and Feel my emotion Feel my emotion And then on... and then on Oh! (?) Oh! (?) Oh! (?) Off with ya clothes with the cure Oh! (?) Oh! (?) Oh! (?) Off with ya clothes with the cure I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag I'm useless, but not for long The future is coming on I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag I'm useless, but not for long The future is coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on...
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Clint Eastwood (Phi Life Cypher Version) Yo. Yo. Yo. Cause I m this, Gorillaz from the mist lyracist and my thoughts be twisted I spit the wickedest rhymes from a time that s never exsisted My futuristic linquistics turn fools into statistics I m a lyrical misfit with the sadistic characteristics I perform murderous acts on my tracks with a single breath and if a boy wanna test, then I be stampin upon his chest Done makin a mess - Not a man could concieve the weed I m consumin and I transform from my cartoon pseudonym, turn to a human I spit words from my mouth that be turnin you inside out and I tie knots in intestines just like I m a boy scout that s workin em out - Now rearrangin your whole skeletal structure then I find some nine inch nails to perform some accupuncture When I punch ya, I rupture one of your rib cage in a rage and I turn you into a cartoon toon and erase the page I take you back to the stone age with Barney and Fred Flinstone Got Dino to take a machinos and then forage in a live home (Life) I m a take off like a jet pack with the get back, rather step back I m a make the crowd react and nod they heads until they kneck snap Life conflict rap while riding a skateboard and doin a tic-tac and leave your head in a spin like servin on turn table skid mats I m a concrete lion, big cat - These are real talk, not big-chat Did ya get that cause I ain t no small timer - I rhyme on big tracks Now fell the vise I create - This heavyweight, I m a rap to detanate and demonstrate how I generate lyrics that supernaturaly levitate to the top - My lyrics are skeletons - Accelerate and leave you panicin Take the ground from beneath your feet, leave you Skywalk-in like Anakin I m sharper than the tips of Zulu spears and Olympic javelins My style is totally buckwild and most definately happenin To your brains I be tappin in, to computers I be hackin in To me, I be out of this world like aliens who were time travelin I m babblin in the Fists of Fury technique when I speak Forget Karate Kid and these wooden blocks, I chop from concrete Concrete, concrete, concrete! Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha! (Si Phili) I be been stoned; ever since the days of creation, I ve been red I m a mad dred, causin so much havoc in Russels head My lyracism is just like an aneurysm inside his brain He plays the beat in a trance and he s never feeling no pain I could never be a racist because I posess so many faces I m one of those beat-up bad wit bags and a pair of braces with lines longer than laces - I m gracin you with my presence The lyrics went flippin, makin ya bubble like effervescence I pulverize and bamboozle, shake numb skulls like a boodle I smashed the top of your head with a guitar I borrowed from Noodle I m as animated as Japanese animes causin callamities Some serious savory from my roarous rhymes of reality At the speed of sound, I m wanderin around - The clown done tried to defeat us without tenacities or audacity - Don t you ever thought you could beat us Beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us...
Перевод: Припев: Я счастлив, я весь сияю Как солнце. Послушай, друг, я знаю: Я бесполезен, но ненадолго – Будущее грядет. Я счастлив, я весь сияю Как солнце. Послушай, друг, я знаю: Я бесполезен, но ненадолго – Будущее грядет. Оно идет, Оно идет, Оно идет. Наконец-то мне была дарована свобода, И время для меня ничто - какой сегодня день, какого года? Я чувствую это – я должен быть там, Не надо бояться с косами дам - Сестры Смерти неумолимы. Меня не заманишь в стальной капкан: Я весь из дыма, неуловимый. Ведь ты не думаешь так, не качай головой! Я все знаю, ведь я владею тобой. Стоит панорамную картинку поискать, Смотри – она вся может управляемою стать! Поищи – выбирай, Сядь – потеряй. Вся твоя компания – “веселые” ребята: Всегда эти пижоны и “зануды-цыплята”… Как просто грести деньги, делая на них пародии Как ты думаешь, кто реально сбивает мелодию? Картинкой ты летишь в трубу нарисованную, Ты словно белый лист, пером исполосованный. Все это - вымысел, даже мистично? Может, божественно и оптимистично? Слышимо, видимо, неосязаемо… Все что проявляется в тебе – чистейшее видение, Эта штука в чем-то схожа с опьянением. Двинет по шарам мыслишка вдруг пришедшая, Должен огорчить: твоя фантазия – бред сумасшедшего! Твое тело безжизненно? - А что есть ЖИЗНЬ, ты знаешь? Я просто бесценен! Ты и не представляешь Что я сажаю тебя на мечты, как на иглу Тебе нравится это? Тихо, парень! Молчу. Ты странная личность, более чем странная, хех… Закатывающий глаза медиум из числа тех Кто владеет тобой с одного движенья. Припев: тот же. Суть основ? Прочесть, забить и плюнуть – что-то в этом роде. Позволь мне сотворить дитя, послушного природе. Ритмичность – она в тебе, или у вас с ней отчуждение Что это? Софизм, ошибка или заблуждение, Признайся, синонимов достаточно! Я в них: в каждом дереве цветущем, В ребенке этом милом, к качелям бегущем. В каждом мутном облаке, которое ты видишь Своими глазами, я вижу Мира разрушение, Продажность, разложение, И Смерть, ее дыханье слышу… И вот, благодаря обманной иллюзорности, я вновь Теперь внимаю твоей дурацкой лжи, Не через мысли Расса, не через его мышцы, А через вены, по стенАм которых бежит живая кровь; Я изучаю этот мир благодаря роптанию ударных, Ударов, лязга, стуков, шумов, мне приятных. Теперь настал момент тебе меня узнать, Ведь ты же слеп сейчас, лишь можешь ощущать С помощью разума свое повиновение. В твоей душе сумею найти я сокровенное. Вот так всегда поблизости от Расса я слоняюсь… От переизбытка рифм я постоянно маюсь. И так, запоминай, тебе даю совет, И мне плевать, поверь, Последуешь ли ты ему, иль нет. Ты можешь без потерь Наладить свою жизнь, когда, быть может, Закон несправедлив; вина таких лжецов не гложет. Все те ощущения и чувства, которые были мертвы, Все это - вымысел чистой воды. Вот так, малыш! =) Припев: тот же. Комментарии: *Да! Точно! А ещё можно так: Счастия нету, и жизнь вся - говно, Ну а мне наплевать, ну а мне всё равно! Только бы сумке был солнечный свет; Кто-то полезен, а я, лично, нет! Но скоро уж встречу судьбу я свою: Грядёт. А пока мне здесь всё пох... Ээээ.. пофигу! *Это уже не Клинт. Там явно не было слов "малыш" и "друг", зато хватало "fuck" и его производных *Чё то как я помню Клинт был нетакой...
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