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Теория большого взрыва

Давно было любопытно, что дословно поют в заглавной теме сериала “Теория Большого Взрыва”. Разбирал только часть слов – уж слишком быстро лопочут не по-нашему, а перематывать и слушать по сто раз не было никакой охоты.

В общем, раскопал текст.

The Big Bang Theory lyrics

Our whole universe was in a hot dense state,
Then nearly fourteen billion years ago expansion started. Wait…
The Earth began to cool,
The autotrophs began to drool,
Neanderthals developed tools,
We built a wall [we built the pyramids],
Math, science, history, unraveling the mysteries,
That all started with the big bang!

"Since the dawn of man" is really not that long,
As every galaxy was formed in less time than it takes to sing this song.
A fraction of a second and the elements were made.
The bipeds stood up straight,
The dinosaurs all met their fate,
They tried to leap but they were late
And they all died [they froze their asses off]
The oceans said, "pangea
See ya, wouldn’t wanna be ya"
Set in motion by the same big bang!

It all started with the big BANG!

It’s expanding ever outward but one day
It will pause and start to go the other way,
Collapsing ever inward, we won’t be here, it wont be heard
Our best and brightest figure that it’ll make an even bigger bang!

Australopithecus would really have been sick of us
Debating how were here they’re catching deer (we’re catching viruses)
Religion or astronomy, Descartes, Deuteronomy
It all started with the big bang!

Music and mythology, Einstein and astrology
It all started with the big bang!
It all started with the big BANG!

Перевод.

Не… приготовился выкладывать гугл-перевод, а гугл перевел далеко не мега круто. Поэтому, не будет вам перевода. :)

И, да! Классный сериал!

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This Is Your Life

января 16, 2010 Feelov Комментариев нет

Офигенный трек из бойцовского клуба. Обожаю его… в него запихнули весь смысл бойцовского клуба.

The Dust Brothers – This Is Your Life.

and you open the door and you step inside, we’re inside our hearts.
now imagine your pain is a white ball of healing light.
that’s right, feel your pain, the pain itself, is a white ball of healing light.
I don’t think so.

this is your life.
good to the last drop, doesn’t get any better than this.
this is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time.
this isn’t a seminar and this isn’t a weekend retreat.
where you are now you can’t even imagine what the bottom will be like.

only after disaster can we be resurrected.
it’s only after you’ve lost everything that you’re free to do anything.
nothing is static, everything is appalling, everything is falling apart.

this is your life (repeat)
it doesn’t get any better than this.
this is your life (repeat)
and it’s ending one minute at a time.

you are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.
you are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
we are all a part of the same compost heap.
we are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

you are not your bank account,
you are not the clothes you wear.
you are not the contents of your wallet.
you are not your bowel cancer.
you are not your Grande Latte.
you are not the car you drive.
you are not your fucking khakis.

you have to give up,
you have to give up.
you have to realize that someday you will die,
until you know that you are useless.

I say let me never be complete.
I say may I never be content.
I say deliver me from Swedish furniture.
I say deliver me from clever art.
I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth.
I say you have to give up.
I say evolve, and let the chips fall where they may.

this is your life (repeat)
it doesn’t get any better than this.
this is your life (repeat) and it’s ending one minute at a time.

you have to give up.
you have to give up.
(background: I want you to hit me as hard as you can!)
welcome to fight club,
if this is your first night,
you have to fight.

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