Есть у них группа такая Cocteau Twins
Музыка – просто класс ИМХО!!!!
А вот тексты – понимать – я не очень понимаю (неразборчиво), а достал распечатки – так и вообще не понимаю…. То ли тексты – то ли просто набор слов и звуков…, чтобы к мелодике привязать….

А может кто слышал и скажет, что по этому поводу?

Вот парочка текстов... то ли я не догоню... короче, кто живет там - может сказать - єто просто бред... или же есть некая смісловая нагрузка???

I wear your ring

You don't feel damned between the sunrise and sunset
You're damned well panicky, I know the rainy days
Please them or run on the turf

You could be raising money with your momma
You might be sure when you're round and dressed up with kid
Take a toast to that, imbibe, you're alone

Men are so nice
(Lays can be)
Roses may fly
Men are so useful
(He's a flirt)
Men are so useful
(Reflection beauty)
Men are so nice
He pleases me fine
(Reflection beauty)
Men are so useful

(Be able to feel)
Don't feel damned between the sunrise and sunset
You're damned well panicky, I know the rainy days
Please them or run on the turf

(You could be)
You could be raising money with your momma
(You could be)
You might be sure when you're round and dressed up with kid
Take a toast to that, imbibe, you're alone

Men are so nice
(Lays can be)
He pleases me fine
Men are so useful
(He's a flirt)
Men are so useful
(Reflection beauty)
Men are so nice
He pleases me fine
(Reflection beauty)
Men are so useful

Beautiful hands us no way lies a means of love
(Men are so nice) [2nd & 3rd repeats only]
On sounds and guard the stone, and bed had a law
(He pleases me fine)
Answers written and I reason
(He pleases me fine)
In the reign of sex, blown more than it's pleased to be
(Fine, fine (x4))
He's a beauty affection, oooh
(x3)

Frou-frou foxes in midsummer fires

I buckle and rosed
As god and the rest(wrist)
How mere riches be
A war or we lose
Close into symbols
A fly drinks the ignitions(indications)
They turn infant's breath my
Milk and wrap to her baby
In day
And night to come
(x2)

Their little hands
Smooth all things
Ad nauseum

Singed by it, pulled around of my blazening
(Pulled round)
Eyes on the usually science of cherry-colored
(Trousers)
Limelight not the music it's plain as as can be so
(Tighter)
All of the time I improvise by making sure
(Tighter)
It's to wait for you
Rounder
Pulled rounder (x3)
(x2)

Pulled round
Trousers
Tighter
Tighter

Their fan I tickle
From serpents to dragons
I'd immerse you in flame
Your milk and your passion
Lead weight for his from his old turn
The young, I was eagerest
On using the stairs I
How nested to find you
I buckle and rosed
As god and the rest(wrist)
How mere riches be
A war all we lose
Close into symbols
A fly drinks the ignitions
They turn infant's breath my
Milk and wrap to her baby

In day
And night to come
Their little hands
Smooth all things
Ad nauseum

Things old
And young
Very young
Rise here comes our reason
New skies are a young escape to find you

Singed by it, pulled around of my blazening
(Pulled round)
Eyes on the usually science of cherry-coloursed
(Trousers)
Limelight not the music, it's plain as as can be so
(Tighter)
All of the time I improvise by making sure
(Tighter)
It's to wait for you
Pulled round of (x4)
(x2)

Know who you are at every age

It seems things are indictive to, A distinct desire to
Observe such, Heal such
Behave such that makes this hard for me
I'm not real and I deny, I won't heal unless I cry
I can't grieve, so I won't grow, I won't heal 'til I let it go
I'm not real and I deny, I won't heal unless I cry
It seems things are indicative to, A distinct desire to
Observe such, Heal such
Behave such that makes this hard for me

I'm not real and I deny, I won't heal unless I cry
I can't grieve, so I won't grow, I won't heal 'til I let it go
(x2)
Cry, cry, cry 'til you know why, I lost myself, identify
(x2)
I'm not real and I deny, I won't heal unless I cry
I can't grieve, so I won't grow, I won't heal 'til I let it go

===========================
I wear your ring

You don't feel damned between the sunrise and sunset
You're damned well panicky, I know the rainy days
Please them or run on the turf

You could be raising money with your momma
You might be sure when you're round and dressed up with kid
Take a toast to that, imbibe, you're alone

Men are so nice
(Lays can be)
Roses may fly
Men are so useful
(He's a flirt)
Men are so useful
(Reflection beauty)
Men are so nice
He pleases me fine
(Reflection beauty)
Men are so useful

(Be able to feel)
Don't feel damned between the sunrise and sunset
You're damned well panicky, I know the rainy days
Please them or run on the turf

(You could be)
You could be raising money with your momma
(You could be)
You might be sure when you're round and dressed up with kid
Take a toast to that, imbibe, you're alone

Men are so nice
(Lays can be)
He pleases me fine
Men are so useful
(He's a flirt)
Men are so useful
(Reflection beauty)
Men are so nice
He pleases me fine
(Reflection beauty)
Men are so useful

Beautiful hands us no way lies a means of love
(Men are so nice) [2nd & 3rd repeats only]
On sounds and guard the stone, and bed had a law
(He pleases me fine)
Answers written and I reason
(He pleases me fine)
In the reign of sex, blown more than it's pleased to be
(Fine, fine (x4))
He's a beauty affection, oooh
(x3)

=========================

Frou-frou foxes in midsummer fires

I buckle and rosed
As god and the rest(wrist)
How mere riches be
A war or we lose
Close into symbols
A fly drinks the ignitions(indications)
They turn infant's breath my
Milk and wrap to her baby
In day
And night to come
(x2)

Their little hands
Smooth all things
Ad nauseum

Singed by it, pulled around of my blazening
(Pulled round)
Eyes on the usually science of cherry-colored
(Trousers)
Limelight not the music it's plain as as can be so
(Tighter)
All of the time I improvise by making sure
(Tighter)
It's to wait for you
Rounder
Pulled rounder (x3)
(x2)

Pulled round
Trousers
Tighter
Tighter

Their fan I tickle
From serpents to dragons
I'd immerse you in flame
Your milk and your passion
Lead weight for his from his old turn
The young, I was eagerest
On using the stairs I
How nested to find you
I buckle and rosed
As god and the rest(wrist)
How mere riches be
A war all we lose
Close into symbols
A fly drinks the ignitions
They turn infant's breath my
Milk and wrap to her baby

In day
And night to come
Their little hands
Smooth all things
Ad nauseum

Things old
And young
Very young
Rise here comes our reason
New skies are a young escape to find you

Singed by it, pulled around of my blazening
(Pulled round)
Eyes on the usually science of cherry-coloursed
(Trousers)
Limelight not the music, it's plain as as can be so
(Tighter)
All of the time I improvise by making sure
(Tighter)
It's to wait for you
Pulled round of (x4)
(x2)

========================================
Know who you are at every age

It seems things are indictive to, A distinct desire to
Observe such, Heal such
Behave such that makes this hard for me
I'm not real and I deny, I won't heal unless I cry
I can't grieve, so I won't grow, I won't heal 'til I let it go
I'm not real and I deny, I won't heal unless I cry
It seems things are indicative to, A distinct desire to
Observe such, Heal such
Behave such that makes this hard for me

I'm not real and I deny, I won't heal unless I cry
I can't grieve, so I won't grow, I won't heal 'til I let it go
(x2)
Cry, cry, cry 'til you know why, I lost myself, identify
(x2)
I'm not real and I deny, I won't heal unless I cry
I can't grieve, so I won't grow, I won't heal 'til I let it go

2 Sergey

Cocteau Twins, это НЕ попса!!! уверяю тебя... это добротный indi rock/// inependent rock то бишь...
я не заступаюсь ни в коем случае... но все же...

2 Serge

никаких обид В-) просто, что мне нравится в их песнях - то, что надо ПОДУМАТЬ, чтобы вьехать, что там хотели сказать... а не так как в русской попсе "иы да я да мы с тобой.."

а в Косто твинс - слова-то понимаю, не все естественно, но смысл для меня зарыт...

Еще раз спасибо В-)
дело в том, что для меня фразы типа Please them - звучат как ошибочные... так как у нас НЕ учат ТАК говорить... но при этом - они же англичане - как же они могут говорить ошибочно... т.е... не до конца понимаю... впрочем даже не так - я-то понимаю... вероятно не совсем так как Вы... но все же песни, основанные на недосказанности и идиомах каждый слушатель поймет по своему..... наверное этого они и добиваются....

а я и НЕ пытаюсь НИКОГДА переводить их лирику на русский - знаю - бесполезно...

стараюсь думать на анлг. насколько это возможно, имея практику общения ТОЛЬКО с приезжими в наш край американцами...

frou-frou foxes - это что за лисы?

Александр - а Вы слышали в Лондоне эту музыку?
Independet studio 4 A.D.....

Кайли Миног мне тоже нравится и АББА и не такой я молодой - 32 года.... В-)
АББУ просто не застал... но они же НЕ Англичане... там свое...