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Wednesday, June 8th, 2011
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Wednesday, June 23rd, 2010
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If you ever go down Trinidad
They make you feel so very glad
Calypso sing and make up rhyme
Guarantee you one real good fine time
Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
Oh, beat it man, beat it
Since the Yankee come to Trinidad
They got the young girls all goin' mad
Young girls say they treat 'em nice
Make Trinidad like paradise
Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
Oh, you vex me, you vex me
From Chicachicaree to Mona's Isle
Native girls all dance and smile
Help soldier celebrate his leave
Make every day like New Year's Eve
Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
It's a fact, man, it's a fact
In old Trinidad, I also fear
The situation is mighty queer
Like the Yankee girl, the native swoon
When she hear der Bingo croon
Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
Out on Manzanella Beach
G.I. romance with native peach
All night long, make tropic love
Next day, sit in hot sun and cool off
Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
It's a fact, man, it's a fact
Rum and Coca-Cola
Rum and Coca-Cola
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
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Wednesday, June 16th, 2010
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Два миллиарда обитателей земного шара. Каждый сложен своей мучительной,
неповторимой, одинаковой, ни на что не нужной, постылой сложностью. Каждый,
как атом в ядро, заключен в непроницаемую броню одиночества. Два миллиарда
обитателей земного шара - два миллиарда исключений из правила. Но в то же
время и правило. Все отвратительны. Все несчастны. Никто не может ничего
изменить и ничего понять.
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Wednesday, May 26th, 2010
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С моей, мужской точки зрения...Впрочем, точка зрения может быть только
мужская. Женской точки зрения не существует. Женщина, сама по себе, вообще
не существует. Она тело и отраженный свет. Но вот ты вобрала мой свет и
ушла. И весь мой свет ушел от меня.
Мы скользим пока по поверхности жизни. По периферии. По синим волнам
океана. Видимость гармонии и порядка. Грязь, нежность, грусть. Сейчас мы
нырнем. Дайте руку, неизвестный друг.
Читаю "Распад атома", просто охуенно.
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Около полуночи, как рассказывают, среди унылой тишины, в которую погрузили Александрию страх и напряженное ожидание грядущего, внезапно раздались стройные, согласные звуки всевозможных инструментов, ликующие крики толпы и громкий топот буйных, сатировских прыжков, словно двигалось шумное шествие в честь Диониса. Толпа, казалось, прошла через середину города к воротам, обращенным в сторону неприятеля, и здесь шум, достигнув наибольшей силы, смолк. Люди, пытавшиеся толковать удивительное знамение, высказывали догадку, это это покидал Антония тот бог, которому он в течение всей жизни подражал и старался уподобиться с особенным рвением.
Плутарх.
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Sunday, February 14th, 2010
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Wednesday, January 27th, 2010
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Eyes are sober, this is the plan
I'm sitting in a car heading Neverland
A fancy man, a fancy man
He's pointing with the fingers that are left on his hand
Eyes are hazel, but far too cold
Looking out for love
But none of us can
Where's the monkey that I've been told of
I'm staring at the money that burns in my hand
I'm dancing for dollars
And for a fancy man
Come right over, I'll knock on your shoulder
This is a story and this is what I've planned
An angry man, an angry man
Nothing is more fatal than an angry man
Vulnerable heights
Feed the hand that bites me
Following the steam into another room
Standing in the corner
Is this my home
Showing us love that none of us can
I'm singing for money
That burns in my hand
Tell me
Will I make it home tonight
I'm doing it for dollars and for a fancy man
I've got a lot of money that burns in my hand
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Monday, January 11th, 2010
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Sunday, October 4th, 2009
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Like a frozen daquiri, shot by a hundred arrows
Stabbed by four spears, I die, standing up laughing
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Tuesday, September 15th, 2009
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Блять, вот почему нам в институте не преподавали дискретную математику?
Чувствую себя полным дебилом.
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Monday, August 24th, 2009
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Your knuckles whiten on the wheel
The last thing that your hands will feel
Your final flight can't be delayed
Nowhere, just sky it's so serene
Your pink fat lips let go a scream
You fly and melt I love the scene
Sometimes I fantasise
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don't these times fill your eyes
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone
Is anybody home?
I'm standing warm against the cold
Now that the flames have taken hold
At least you left your life in style
And for as far as I can see
Ten twisted grills grin back at me
Bad money dies I love the scene
Sometimes I fantasise
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don't these times fill your eyes
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone
Is anybody home?
Sometimes I fantasise
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don't these times fill your eyes
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone
Are you made of stone?
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Wednesday, June 24th, 2009
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A man can walk proudly down in the street.
A man’s not ashamed of what he believes.
He knows how to laugh, he knows when to cry.
He knows how to to live, he’s not afraid to die.
A man searches for the key to success.
He’d rather be sure than take a wild guess.
He knows how to love, he knows how to hate.
He knows when to move and he knows just when to wait.
A man can be angry and still hold his tongue.
A man don’t give up till the battle is won.
He knows how to win, he’s not ashamed to lose.
He knows his destiny is his alone to choose.
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Wednesday, June 17th, 2009
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| Mood: |  refreshed. |
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Что не так на картине? (с)
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Sunday, February 15th, 2009
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Standing in the shadows of love
I'm getting ready for the heartaches to come.
Can't you see me standing in the shadows of love
I'm getting ready for the heartaches to come.
I wanna run but there's no place to go
For heartaches will follow d me I know.
Without your love, a love I need
It's the beginning of the end of me.
Cuz you've taken away all my reasons for living
When you pushed aside all the love I've been giving.
Now wait a minute!
Didn't I treat you right, Now baby didn't I,
Didn't I do the best I could, Now didn't I, didn't I?
Don't you see me standing in the shadows of love
I'm getting ready for the heartaches to come.
Can't you see me standing in the shadows of love
Doing my best to get ready for the heartaches to come.
All alone I'm destined to be With misery my only company.
It may come today, or it may come tomorrow
But it's for sure I've got nothing but sorrow.
I thought your conscience would kinda bother you
How can you watch me cry after all I've done for you?
Hold on a minute!
I gave you all the love I had, Now didn't I,
When you needed me I was always there
Now wasn't I?
Standing in the shadows of love
I'm getting ready for the heartaches to come.
I'm trying not to cry outloud
Cuz all this cryin' it ain't, it ain't gonna
help me none!
Now what did I do, girl, to cause all this grief?
Now what did I say to make you want to leave?
Now wait a minute!
I gave my heart and soul to you Now didn't I,
And didn't I always treat you good Now didn't I, didn't I?
Standing in the shadows of love
I'm getting ready for the heartaches to come.
Can't you see me standing in the shadows of love
Doing my best to get ready for the heartaches to come.
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Friday, January 2nd, 2009
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When the routine bites hard
And ambitions are low
And the resentment rides high
But emotions wont grow
And were changing our ways,
Taking different roads
Then love, love will tear us apart again
Why is the bedroom so cold
Turned away on your side?
Is my timing that flawed,
Our respect run so dry?
Yet theres still this appeal
That weve kept through our lives
Love, love will tear us apart again
Do you cry out in your sleep
All my failings expose?
Get a taste in my mouth
As desperation takes hold
Is it something so good
Just cant function no more?
When love, love will tear us apart again
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