rock music [Theme]

Christie. Fuck you, detective! And it’s incomprehensible that the killer is heroin!

Rock music was born as the music of rebellion, just like a person - for spiritual development, and this is its main essence.

Now I feel bad, and good, and painful, and joyful ... But ... Suddenly, this is how you can get maximum pleasure from rock music? Having previously experienced the same wide range of feelings that her lyrics are about? After all, she at the same time attracts with a chance to get away from reality, and repels with the prospect of being alone with herself and her demons.

And suddenly intoxication and turbidity ... I am in the center of the World, I hear the whistle of white waves around me, as if from a blow with a whip. I can’t think at all. And I can’t resist.

My legs are numb, each step is more difficult than the previous one. Steps lead to the dressing room door. I think I'm turning pale. Hands are just icy - I never thought that at the gates of Hell one could freeze like that.

Here, in the backyard, with me are the last echoes of the concert, a cigarette and thickening evening darkness. But there are no tears: their source is still exhaustible.

The light is very dim. It is full of bottles, glasses, ashtrays ... The brown walls silently scream with hundreds of black inscriptions, reflected in a large dull mirror. The stage is somewhere to the right, from there muffled bass and drums can be heard, mixing with the beating of my heart and giving a rumble in my temples.

My grandfather still tells me “You play rock and roll exactly like playing football.”

I listen to modern rock, only because my thirteen year old son turns it on for the whole apartment.

Your time is comin'
So you be ready
To show the world to rock 'n' roll
We'll show them feelin'
We'll send them reelin'
They'll know we've got the music in our
control
We'll be in our glory
We'll stand tall ruling over the land
We'll live forever
And then we'll never
Give up the power once it's in our hands
So 'til our day has come, baby
I want you all to raise your battle cry
The day of the rock-rock-rock-rocker
Ahhh, ain't nobody gonna stop us now
Let's go
Rock-rock-rock-rocker!




Your time has come,
Be ready
To show the world how it's done.
Let's show them that we feel
And they will be hanging out.
They know the music here we choose.
We will triumph,
And towering over the earth, we will rule.
We will live forever.
And never miss this power that will one day be in our hands.
And until that day comes, baby,
I want came a battle cry.
It's the day of the rock-rock-rock-rocker!
Ahh, no one dares to stop.
Go!
Rock-rock-rock-rocker!

I wanna tell ya 'bout it
A time is comin'
Just 'round the corner
We don't have very long to go
When we'll be stronger
Our days will be longer
It's comin' soon it might be tomorrow
Can't you feel the power
It's all around and deep down inside
Our numbers growin'
Soon we'll be showin'
We've got the right to rule
We won't be denied
So raise your hands in the air
And I want you to tell the world all about
The day of the rock-rock-rock-rocker




I want to tell you that
The time has come,
It is very close.
And we don't have far to go.
When shall we be stronger,
Our days will become longer.
Soon it will come maybe tomorrow.
Don't you feel the power?
Because it's everywhere and in your soul too.
Our numbers are increasing,
And soon, we will show that
We have the full right to control everything.
And no one will disturb us.
Put your hands up
And tell the world about it!
It's the day of the rock-rock-rock-rocker!

Rock takes your primal feelings and amplifies them up to 250 e***tion in decibels, and sends the whole world into ***.

When you see some 70-year-old with dyed black hair, you're like, "Hmmm. It's a wrinkled teenager? What is this?". So I'll have to stop. Otherwise it will look ridiculous. I don't want to be like a 60-year-old Elvis Presley.

If it upsets people, then it's not rock music.