Techno - darmowa baza

Na ogó³ przyjmuje siê, ¿e techno powsta³o z post-dyskotekowej muzyki house, popularnej w Detroit i Chicago, w po³owie lat 80. Za pocz¹tek techno uwa¿a siê za³o¿on¹ w 1984 przez grupê kilkunastoletnich, g³ównie czarnoskórych DJ-ów, ucz¹cych siê w œrednich szko³ach w Detroit, polow¹, nielegaln¹ dyskotekê, pod namiotem, o nazwie "Techno City". DJ-e ci grali tam muzykê opart¹ na rytmach House, ale tworzon¹ na bazie wymyœlonych przez siebie, ca³kowicie syntetycznych brzmieñ. Dyskoteka ta zyska³a szybko bardzo liczne grono sta³ych bywalców, którzy zaczêli siê do niej przenosiæ z bardziej tradycyjnych dyskotek. Po osi¹gniêciu takiego sukcesu wielu z tych DJ-ów zaczê³o jeŸdziæ po ca³ych Stanach Zjednoczonych i organizowaæ podobne dyskoteki polowe pod innymi wielkimi miastami.

I heard you telling your friends
aw, he's harmless enough
there's almost nothing
you could've said
that would have hurt me so much
but how to risk all you got
oh, i forget, you forgot
or you'd see that
harmless is one thing
I'm most certainly not

it's all fool's gold, my dear
it's all fool's gold, my dear
it's hardly ever like you think
it's almost always like you fear
it's all fool's gold, it's all fool's gold

when we were young
we went dancing
to a band at the Rink
they were so far out
of tune and time
and they didn't even blink
they were the best in the world
as far as we were concerned
I heard them two years on
it was amazing
what they'd learned
twice as cool, twice as fast
twice as loud, twice as long
they were at least twice as good
and about half as much fun

it's all fool's gold, my dear
it's all fool's gold, my dear
it's not so much what you know
as what you believe to be so
it's all fool's gold, it's all fool's gold

I was in traffic by a man
reading a book while he drives
he couldn't
stay between the lanes
he couldn't
read between the lines
so I ran him off the road
the first chance that I got
see, harmless is one thing
a little knowledge is not

it's all fool's gold, my dear
it's all fool's gold, my dear
oh, sometimes the facts
can make the truth disappear
it's all fool's gold, it's all fool's gold

I think God honored my oath
and He one day struck me blind
because I can't see the forest
for the matchsticks sometimes
oh, if ignorance is bliss
I'm the happiest man alive
I do so want to believe
I'm so damn dumb sometimes
I imagine politics and love
where neither exist
mistake the handshake
of friendship
for the hate-shaking fist
it's like the Lost Dutchman mine
it's a fictional claim
but we've no other choice
than to keep mining that vein

it's all fool's gold, my dear
it's all fool's gold, my dear
it's hardly ever what you think
it's almost always like you fear
it's all fool's gold, it's all fool's gold

Lyrics by Bob Walkenhorst
© 1994 Bob Walkenhorst Music BMI Wierszyki na walentynki poker zasady strony www lodz Gta San Andreas apteka
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