1 and 3 what happened to the 2?. What about the lies they're telling you?. The first is filled with oppulance and luxury. The third is full of starvation and poverty.
In 197666 I was born a bastard and a son of a bitch. And I'm sick, sick, motherfucker sick. In 197666 I nailed a GI Joe to a crucifix. And I'm sick, sick, motherfucker sick.
The sublime destroys the boundaries of finiteness. Yet this phenomenon is seen by the self. Not as an act of destruction, but rather. As a kind of elevation and liberation.
Long's the life, steeps the climb, I took the match. and lit the fire, fire. pain for the pain, my guts ache, built by the sin. that was taught by the father, the father.
Losses, losers and more gain of life's pleasures. Cohorts listen behind the doors. To a life shot again less than to move in me. All my walls falling down pains aloft misery.
Well, it's 1995, my friend. Now we're closing in on the end. Another year for you and me. Time to recognize what you see. . What you looking at?. What you looking at?.
Unfortunate ending. (4th of December). . Sandpapered room. (Tired from the travel). . Forces unending,. You said you would believe. . In my foreign years.
I thought that you knew her. I thought that you cared. But what am I to do at four in the morning. With her back against us all. . Running out of runarounds.
I was born on the 4th of July, hell yeah. I was born in a shirt and a tie, hell yeah. I was born, it'll be hard not to try, hell yeah. I was born on the 4th of July, hell yeah.
You know, it's like, ah, you know,. it's just a, it's just a, it's just a different thing,. you know, it's just, uh, it, because, you know, it's like, you know,.
30 avril 75. L'anne du tigre dingue. Personne vraiment ne saura. C'que a reprsente pour toi. Tous les chapeaux cniques. La fuite, la panique. Cette date, n'oublie pas.
na uzavrenem oddeleni 17 B. je nekdy tezke rozlisit noc a den. ve fronte na prasky do propasti pada cas. a kdyz jdes domu jen smejou se -. prijdte zas ! mezi nas - na 17 B.
vstava rano kolem devate. a ceka ze ho neco napadne. slunce stoji si uz vysoko. kdyz ohriva na panvi rizoto. a same hloupe rymy se mu derou na mysl:. miluji te nenavidim te nechapu te chci te.
This goes out to everybody. Ready. . 12XU. . Saw you in a mag. Kissing a man. Saw you in a mag. Kissing a man. . Saw you in a mag. Kissing a man. Saw you in a mag.
(lyrics by dolly parton). . Jump on outta bed and I stumble to the kitchen. Pour myself a cup of ambition. And yawn and stretch and try to come to life.
20 km al giorno. 10 all'andata. 10 al ritorno. 20 km al giorno. per poi sentirmi dire che. non hai voglia di uscire. . 20 km al giorno. polvere e sole.
(Dicky Barrett/Joe Gittleman/Bosstones). . Down the street, around the corner,. over the bridge, that dirty water,. College campus, mighty minds. A reactor right behind.
It's gripping, I'm ripping. I haven't just been sipping. Stressing, no messing. Will I ever learn my lesson?. . I'm always amazed by what can take place.
They made something, they played something. Brand new a baby blue machine. Brass tacks, duct tape for the great escape. Packed in there like sardines.
The planet has a secret. They've known this all the while. They're drinking all the water. It's 45 & Rising.. . It's 45 & Rising.. It's 45 & Rising.. It's 45 & Rising..