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Наив - Пива для Наива (1992) - тексты песен, аккорды для гитары

Пива для Наива (1992)


  1. Yeah You Know (That They Are Monsters)
  2. Militia On Acid
  3. Я ложусь спать
  4. Punky Night
  5. Cowboy Song
  6. Rasta Song
  7. Песня про любовь
  8. Biker Ballad
  9. Punks Not Dead ?
  10. You`re Gonna Look Like Me
  11. I Got A Reason
  12. My Blood Tastes Better
  13. Cammie Toloui
  14. Бременские музыканты


Yeah You Know (That They Are Monsters)
(Наив)
D
You drink your morning coffee,
A
I sip my all day beer.
Hm                              G
I'm drunk, I'm stoned I love it everyday.
D                     A
I will turn on mу TV set,
                           Hm
Instead of having evening sex,
                      G
And wank till our aerials are red.

   D                 F F#m
   I don't trust you,    you don't trust me,
   D                 F        F#m
   I do not trust myself, but it's that pain in me.
   A                              G
   Don't need no one to tall me what the hell to do,
                Hm                  A     G
   You can not wear me out - ain't gonna live like you.

But you have your own vision,
You make your smart decisions,
And you are so politically correct,
I'm just a comic book boy,
And there is nothing to enjoy,
I better leave this place today.

   Yeah! You know! Yeah! You know!
   You know that they are monsters and we are not,
   But everyday your body tries to take it's shape,
   You stand against that mental rape.

Can see my hopeless future, 
Can see mу future's butcher, 
To lead me to the bloody promised land. 
Everybody's running, 
Ain't no savior comin' 
Ain't nobody telling us the real truth. 
 
   Yeah! You know! Yeah! You know!
   You know that they are monsters and we are not, 
   But everyday your body tries to take it's shape, 
   You stand against that mental rape. 
 
       Hm    G    Hm                      G
      Yeah! Yeah! If God hates you, than hate Him back,
       Hm    G         A
      Yeah! Yeah! But people just say "Oh My! Oh My!" 
 
   Yeah! You know! Yeah! You know! 
   You know that they are monsters and we are not,
   And now before it is too late we must provide, 
   Our own birth - on this pregnant earth. 

D
You really know it, you really know it, 
You really know it, you really know it, 
You really know it...


Militia On Acid
(Наив)
Am          C        G D
I'm better red than dead,
            C         D    C   Am
I'm better red, red, red than dead,

I better eat my brain for breakfast,
And make it, do it, make it fast!

I can not live, I can not die,
I'm so confused - I'm forced to lie!

            C       G      D
   Gotta a fucking reason now,
   Gotta fucking reason, gotta fucking reason 

      Am             C   D
      Whatcha gonna do when the gang is wearing blue?
      Am             C    D
      Whatcha gonna say when the gangster wears grey?
      Am C D        F      G
      MOA - they're all insane!
      Am C     D
      MOA - militia on acid, militia on acid, militia on acid -
                    Am
      We are all insane!

I'm not a mouse, I'm not a man, 
I'm just an empty beer can.

I can not hear my own farts, 
I guess I've lost some brain parts.
 
At first they crucified,
But then they satisfied.
 
   I'm at a loss - it's suicide! 
   Dontcha fucking get it? Dontcha fucking get it? 

      Whatcha gonna do when the gang is wearing blue?
      Whatcha gonna say when the gangster wears grey? 
      MOA - they're all insane!
      MOA - militia on acid, militia on acid, militia on acid - 
      We are all insane! 

         C           G            Am
         They know that I've got Lenins and Hitlers dicks in my arse,
                C                  G                Am
         They know that I'm sick, dead or red, that I need injections and not their sticks,
             C               G                 E
         I know their hopes: I'm the man and they've got my dope,
                Am               C                              D
         Well, FUCK YOU COP, I know what you want, I know your men-ta-li-ty!!! 

      Whatcha gonna do when the gang is wearing blue?
      Whatcha gonna say when the gangster wears grey?
      MOA - they're all insane! 
      MOA - militia on acid, militia on acid, militia on acid -
      We are all insane! 


Я ложусь спать
(Наив)
D
Сижу один в пустой квартире,
На дачу предки отвалили.
G                        D
Без них все просто и легко
                      A
И в кайф холодное пивко,
Но тем кто по ночам не спят,
Узнали про свободный флэт
И в дверь уже стучат.
 
   D                                G A
   Пошли все в жопу, я ложусь спать
   D                                G A
   Пошли все в жопу, я ложусь спать
   D
   Пошли все в жопу, я ложусь спать
   G          A
   Я ложусь спать
   Hm         G
   Я ложусь спать.

Ушли друзья, друзья знакомых,
Сожрали все что было дома.
Какой-то умник втихаря, 
Хлебнул из бара вискаря,
Соседи вызвали ментов, 
Они грозятся дверь сломать, 
Но мне уже плевать.
 
   Пошли вы в жопу, я ложусь спать 
   Пошли все в жопу, я ложусь спать 
   Пошли все в жопу, я ложусь спать 
   В кровать. 
   Я ложусь спать. 

Опять все шторы оборвали,
Опять всю ванну заблевали,
Приедут предки завтра в пять,
И снова мне не сдобровать,
И все что мне осталось,
Все что мне осталось - это им сказать:

   Пошли вы в жопу, я ложусь спать, я ложусь спать
   Пошли вы в жопу, я ложусь спать
   Пошли вы в жопу, я ложусь спать
   Я ложусь спать...


Punky Night
(Наив)
G
It's punky night, it's punky night tonight, 
It's punky night, it's punky night tonight.
 C
Give us a candle, give us a light,
G
If you don't - you'll get a fright.
  D      C             G
This is punky night tonight!

     C            G
   This is punky night - Tonight!
      D              G
   Tonight is punky night - All right!
     C            G
   This is punky night - Tonight!
   A                 D
   Tonight is punky night! 

   This is punky night - Tonight! 
   Tonight is punky night - All right! 
   This is punky night - Tonight! 
   Tonight is punky night!! 
 
It's punky night, it's punky night tonight, 
It's punky night, it's punky night tonight. 
Adam and Eve wouldn't believe! 
It's punky night, it's punky night tonight, 
This is punky night tonight! 

   This is punky night - Tonight! 
   Tonight is punky night - All right! 
   This is punky night - Tonight! 
   Tonight is punky night!

   This is punky night - Tonight! 
   Tonight is punky night - All right! 
   This is punky night - Tonight!
   Tonight is punky night!!


Cowboy Song
(Наив)
 C
Peasant farmers in blue jeans, 
Picking Big Macs by the phone, 
Lazy cowgirls on the beach,
                       Am
Drinking Pepsi with a moan! 
 
Watching tits on MTV, 
Milk and honey! Russia's free!
No more party! Party now!
Moms are happy - commies flee!

   F         G    C            Am
   Marlboro lights is what we need!
    F              G             C
   We don't care about our bare feet!
   F      G            C              Am
   Gonna bop till our cows come back home,
    F             G              Am
   Gonna bop till our cows come home!
              G          Am    G
   Come back home, Come home, Home!
 
Making fur coats out of cats,
Land of white trash - with no blacks.
Comrades wallow in the mud,
Still have to learn a lot.
 
Empty fridge is drying out, 
Morning supper's alcohol. 
Do I have to twist and shout? 
Rock'n'roll my asshole! 
 
   Marlboro lights is what we need!
   We don't care about our bare feet!
   Gonna bop till our cows come back home, 
   Gonna bop till our cows come home! 
   Come back home, Come home, Home!


Rasta Song
(Наив)
Em               Am
It's a world of hashish laughter
C      D        Em
And a world of liquor tears
                 Am
It's a world of cocaine hopes
C              H
And a world of acid fears 
 
   G                          C
   There is so much that we share
   G                 C
   And it is time we are aware
   Am                     Em
   It's a small, small, small world war!
   C        D       Em
   It's a small war after all!
   C        D       Em
   It's a small war after all!
   C        H       Em
   It's a small war after all!
   C        H       Em C H Em
   It's a small war... 
 
We'll create another moon 
And we'll burn like golden sun 
For this world means hatred 
To everyone!
 
   And the mountains will devide
   And the oceans will get fried 
   It's a small, small, small world war! 
   It's a small war after all!
   It's a small war after all! 
   It's a small war after all! 
   It's a small war...

      C
      It's a small world for all of us...
      H
      It's a small world for all of us...
      C
      It's a small world for all of us...
      H
      It's a small world war!

F#m              Hm 
It's a world of hashish laughter
D      E        F#m
And a world of acid fears 
                 Hm
It's a world of cocaine hopes
D               C#
And a world of liquor tears
 
   A                          D
   There is so much that we share
   A                       D
   And it is time we are aware
   Hm                     F#m
   It's a small, small, small world war!
   D        E       F#m
   It's a small war after all!
   D        E       F#m
   It's a small war after all!
   D        D#      F#m
   It's a small war after all!
   D          E          F#m
   It is the last world war!!!


Песня про любовь
(Наив)
      C
Я насру в твоем лифте, сожгу твою дверь
        Am
Все равно ты меня не любишь теперь
      C
Я дождусь зимы и разобью твое окно
        Am
Все равно ты меня не любишь давно

Я скажу тебе прямо - твой папа мудак
Все равно ты меня не любишь никак
О твоей фригидности поведаю всем 
Все равно ты меня не любишь совсем

   C   Am C    Am
   Совсем, совсем...

Я буду пить пиво, ширятся и дуть
Все равно ты меня не любишь ничуть
На твоем день рождении учиню беспредел
Все равно ты меня не любишь нигде

Я забуду все книги какие прочел
Все равно ты меня не любишь ни в чем
Я буду ходить в рваном плаще
Все равно ты меня не любишь ваще

   Ваще, ваще...

Я буду петь песни совсем ни про что
Все равно меня не любит никто
Я буду петь песни совсем ни про что
Все равно меня не любит никто

   Никто, никто...

Все равно меня не любит никто
Все равно меня не любит никто
Все равно меня не любит никто
Все равно меня не любит никто


Biker Ballad
(Наив)
Am             F
Down a tunnel, in a tube
G              E
On the road, knocked down and bruised
Am                   F
Some man laid with blood in hair
C               E 
And beside him was a bear. 
 
But this bear was a man 
Red-neck biker from some clan
I was really scared and pissed 
But the creature only hissed: 

   Am               E                  Am
   Don't touch it! Don't you touch my bike!
                   E
   Don't touch it!
   G                E                  Am
   Don't touch it! Don't you touch my bike!
                      G
   It's the only thing I like!
 
   Don't touch it! Don't you touch my bike!
   Don't touch it! Don't you touch my bike!
   Don't touch it! Don't you touch my bike!
   It's the only thing I like!
 
I said: Sir, what have you done?
Take a look at what's going on 
Why kill a man for touching your bike?
After all, it's just a hype 
 
Hype it is! - Was the reply - 
Kiss your ass and say goodbuy! 
He pulled out his killer gun 
I got blue and turned round to run
 
   Don't touch it! Don't you touch my bike!
   Don't touch it! 
   Don't touch it! Don't you touch my bike! 
   It's the only thing I like!
 
   Don't touch it! Don't you touch my bike!
   Don't touch it! Don't you touch my bike!
   Don't touch it! Don't you touch my bike!
   It's the only thing I like!
 
But I did not run away
I was smarter in a way 
Took the road to the country side 
Down to red-flagged farming sites 
 
"Rent a tractor" - the sign read
Want them all! - That's what I said
Paid my bill and went to a pub
Where drunkards had their fun 
 
Hey, you boys, you wanna ride?
Gotta a fag, who pushed you pride!
Got 'em wheels? Sure I do!
And the biker paid his due... 

   Don't touch it!
   Don't touch it! 
   Don't touch it! Don't you touch my bike!
   It's the only thing I like!
 
   Don't touch it! Don't you touch my bike! 
   Don't touch it!
   Don't touch it! Don't you touch my bike!
   It's the only thing I like!


Punks Not Dead ?
(Наив)
G
I made my own evolution,
Now I'm living without illusions,
 H7                           G  C
Now I'm not so straight as I was.
G
Too many people were involved,
But then I found out that they were sold,
  H7                   G
They were sold by themselves.

   Am              D
   But who really wants to stuff,
   Am              D
   A white Kleenex up mу mouth?
       Am                      H
   Or rush to the toilet and slash their wrists,
         C                 D
   But who really cares - no one gets pissed.
 
Your brain's a mess and that is fine, 
It corresponds to mine -
Fine. You can not pass your twenty-nine.
Too mad? Your rage? We'll cool you down,
Lay in your grave - don't misbehave, 
Lay - this is your grave. 
 
   But who says we've been glued by the liquor,
   By the ones that were smarter and quicker,
   But who knows if Beatles raped Naive, 
   And who knows if they're too naive to believe that,
 
       Am    D   G
      Punks not dead?
       Am    D   G
      Punks not dead?
       Am    D   G
      Punks not dead?
 
You only wanna screw and kill, 
Anything to make you ill -
KILL! So that the vomit washes off my tears.
Too many wounds that never bled, 
Too many magnums at my head,
Now, now I decided to stop it all. 
 
   But whales that piece of paper mean? 
   That all those suckers signed for him? 
   They are the dirty and I am the clean, 
   They ate my garbage, now I eat their cream!
 
      Punks not dead?
      Punks not dead?
      Punks not dead?


You`re Gonna Look Like Me
(Наив)
Am                               D    C
Don't slouch, don't read on the coach
Am                     D   C
Go to bet at a decent hour
Am                       D     C
Get a job, stay out of trouble
Am                    D C
Do not make it double
 
Don't make waves, lead a normal life
No sex before marriage - you'll have a wife 
Use a napkin, do not point 
What's that smell? Is that a joint?

   D
   Go to law school, never raise your voice 
   Wash behind your ears and put away those toys
   E
   Look both ways before you cross the street
   F                               D    C    Am
   Have a well-balanced breakfast: eat! eat! eat! 

                    D    C    Am
      You're gonna look like me!
                    D    C    Am
      You're gonna look like me!
                    D    C    Am
      You're gonna look like me!
 
Eat your meat and tie your shoes
Apply yourself and pay your dues 
Wear sensible clothes on 
Don't look like a moron
 
   Always say "thank you" and always say "please"
   Wipe off your tears and do not tease 
   Turn off that noise and return your books 
   Be polite, your stupid friends are crooks!

   Wanna be cool? Never open that door! 
   Mom and daddy gonna see you no more!
 
Hm                       E  D
Now you wanna be a good boy
Hm                      E D
You don't wanna be bad
Hm                   E D
Rebelling with a mom
Hm            E D
Ain't it sad?

   E
   Go to law school, never raise your voice
   Wash behind your ears and put away those toys
   F#                                        G
   Show respect for authority and get a haircut
                               E        D     Hm
   Don't talk to strangers... FUCK IT! LET'S ROCK!

                    E        D     Hm
      You're gonna FUCK IT! LET'S ROCK!
                    E        D     Hm
      You're gonna FUCK IT! LET'S ROCK!
                    E       D E D Hm 
      You're gonna FUCK IT!


I Got A Reason
(Наив)
A                  F#m      E       A
Anarchy is a crime if it is out of dirt
                                     F#m     E
But this worst crime was sanctified by some balding quirk
 D            E         F#m                D
Too many generations strived for the anarchy
                                         E
But their habitation looks like a mortuary
 
Now I'm one of the happiest scum in the history 
Because I had nothing, nothing to do besides sniffing glue
People in grey suits did it all for me! 
No matter if my anarchy comes from misery 

            A                                         F#m
   I GOT A REASON I GOT A REASON I GOT A REASON - to live!
          A                                     E
   GOT A REASON GOT A REASON GOT A REASON - to give!
          A                                     F#m
   GOT A REASON GOT A REASON GOT A REASON - to booze!
      D                       E
   Because that is - that's what I chooze!

   I GOT A REASON I GOT A REASON I GOT A REASON - to lull!
   GOT NO REASON GOT NO REASON GOT NO REASON - to gull! 
   GOT A REASON GOT A REASON GOT A REASON - to gawk! 
   Because they need this bourgeois shock!
 
Anarchy is a crime, do you know what I mean? 
But this worst crime was planned by them - by the whole regime 
Choruses of disapproval? - They are not for me!
Our crazy leaders made my anarchy! 

   I GOT A REASON I GOT A REASON I GOT A REASON - to rush! 
   GOT NO REASON GOT NO REASON GOT NO REASON - to hush! 
   GOT A REASON GOT A REASON GOT A REASON - to fuss!
   Because we're all here for a muss! 

   I GOT A REASON I GOT A REASON I GOT A REASON - to kick!
   GOT A REASON GOT A REASON GOT A REASON - to lick! 
   GOT NO REASON GOT NO REASON GOT NO REASON - to screw!
   Because nobody wants to sue!
 
 D              E   F#m              D
People in grey suits did it all for me!
                                        E
No matter if my anarchy comes from misery
 
   I got a reason got a reason got a reason to think
   I got a reason got a reason got a reason to stink
   Got no reason got no reason got no reason to clam 
   Because my life is one big slam!

   I got a reason got a reason got a reason to spit 
   Got no reason got no reason got no reason to split
   I got a reason got a reason got a reason to laze 
   Because my life is one big haze! 

   GOT A REASON GOT A REASON GOT A REASON - to cry
   GOT A REASON GOT A REASON GOT A REASON - to try
   GOT A REASON GOT A REASON GOT A REASON - to zoom!
   Because we're all here for a doom!


My Blood Tastes Better
(Наив)
D                   C
Don't bite the hand,
G       B      D
The hand that feeds 
            F     C
Gonna bite yours,
 G                A
Yours - till it bleeds! 

   F                C      G
   My blood tastes better!
   F                C
   My blood tastes better!
     D
   Than tomato juice, than your orange juice
   F                C       G
   My blood tastes better than yours!
   F                C      A
   My blood tastes better!
 
What makes me a bitch? 
I don't know... 
I am both: a pimp,
A pimp and a whore! 
 
   My blood tastes better!
   My blood tastes better! 
   Don't like cars! I wanna kill rock stars! 
   My blood tastes better than yours!
   My blood tastes better! Your sense of colour makes me wanna puke!

   My blood tastes better!
   My blood tastes better! 
   They're take control against my rock'n'roll! 
   My blood tastes better than yours!
   My blood tastes better!


Cammie Toloui
(Наив)
G                 C
She lives in California,
D
LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA!
G                      C
She is my friend and that is why,
D
Really want to repeat all the time,

Really want to repeat all the time, 
Really want to repeat all the time,
Really want to repeat all the time
Really want to repeat all the time

        C D G
   Her name! 
             C    D
   Cammie Toloui!
             G
   Cammie Toloui! - Oh!Oh!
             C    D 
   Cammie Toloui!
             G             C D G
   Cammie Toloui! - Oh!Oh!
 
She is a real EASTY GIRL!
I haven't seen such a girl in the world!
But it's a long way from her to me, 
Because I'm living in Moscow-City.

She lives in California, 
In her funny California, 
But she's my friend and that is why, 
I really want to repeat all the time

   Her name! 
   Cammie Toloui!
   Cammie Toloui! - Oh!Oh!
   Cammie Toloui! 
   Cammie Toloui! - Oh!Oh!
 
A               D
LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA!
E                 A
She lives in California,
                       D
She is my friend and that is why, 
E                   D
I really want to repeat all the time... 

Really want to repeat all the time,
I really want to repeat all the time.
Really want to repeat all the time, 
Really want to repeat all the time

        D E A
   Her name!
             D             E
   Cammie Toloui! - Oh!Oh!
             A
   Cammie Toloui! - Oh!Oh!
             D             E
   Cammie Toloui! - Oh!Oh!
             A
   Cammie Toloui! - Oh!Oh!


Бременские музыканты
(Наив - М.Гладков)
 G                     Hm
Ничего по жизни лучше нету,
 Am                          D
Чем сживать богатых с белу-свету,
 G         Hm     Em
Тем кто в жопу - не страшны тревоги,
 C             D          G Em
Не страшны ни Гоги, ни Магоги,
 C             D          G
Не страшны ни Гоги, ни Магоги!
 
             Em
   Ла-ла-ла-ла-ла-ла...
             С
   Ла-ла-ла-ла-ла...
            D        G F G B
   Ла-ла-ла-е-ее-ее
 
Наш ковёр - бетонная поляна,
Наша мебель - батлы и стаканы, 
Наша крыша - рядом с головою, 
Наше счастье жить такой судьбою, 
Наша крыша в ссоре с головою! 

   Ла-ла-ла-ла-ла-ла-ла...
   Ла-ла-ла-ла-ла...
   Ла-ла-ла-е-ее-ее
 
Мы своё призванье не забудем,
Смех и радость мы приносим людям,
Нам ментов загадочные рожи,
Не заменят никогда пирожных,
Не заменят никогда пирожных! 

             Em
   Ла-ла-ла-ла-ла-ла...
             С
   Ла-ла-ла-ла-ла...
             D
   Ла-ла-ла-ла-ла-ла...
             Hm
   Ла-ла-ла-ла-ла...
             Em
   Ла-ла-ла-ла-ла-ла...
             С
   Ла-ла-ла-ла-ла...
            D
   Ла-ла-ла-е-ее-ее




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