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  <title>kefiirs</title>
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    <email>kika_@amigo.lv</email>
    <name>kefiirs</name>
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  <updated>2007-05-14T09:52:28Z</updated>
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    <title>People Ain&amp;apos;t No Good</title>
    <id>urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:kefiirs:1380</id>
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    <published>2007-05-14T12:50:00</published>
    <issued>2007-05-14T12:50:00</issued>
    <updated>2007-05-14T09:52:28Z</updated>
    <modified>2007-05-14T09:52:28Z</modified>
    <content type="html">NICK CAVE &amp;amp; THE BAD SEEDS LYRICS&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;People Ain&amp;apos;t No Good&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;People just ain&amp;apos;t no good&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;I think that&amp;apos;s welll understood&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;You can see it everywhere you look&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;People just ain&amp;apos;t no good&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;We were married under cherry trees&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Under blossom we made pour vows&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;All the blossoms come sailing down&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Through the streets and through the playgrounds&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The sun would stream on the sheets&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Awoken by the morning bird&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;We&amp;apos;d buy the Sunday newspapers&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And never read a single word&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;People they ain&amp;apos;t no good&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;People they ain&amp;apos;t no good&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;People they ain&amp;apos;t no good&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Seasons came, Seasons went&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The winter stripped the blossoms bare&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A different tree now lines the streets&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Shaking its fists in the air&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The winter slammed us like a fist&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The windows rattling in the gales&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;To which she drew the curtains&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Made out of her wedding veils&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;People they ain&amp;apos;t no good&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;People they ain&amp;apos;t no good&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;People they ain&amp;apos;t no good at all&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;To our love send a dozen white lilies&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;To our love send a coffin of wood&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;To our love let aal the pink-eyed pigeons coo&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;That people they just ain&amp;apos;t no good&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;To our love send back all the letters&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;To our love a valentine of blood&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;To our love let all the jilted lovers cry&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;That people they just ain&amp;apos;t no good&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It ain&amp;apos;t that in their hearts they&amp;apos;re bad&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;They can comfort you, some even try&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;They nurse you when you&amp;apos;re ill of health&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;They bury you when you go and die&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It ain&amp;apos;t that in their hearts they&amp;apos;re bad&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;They&amp;apos;d stick by you if they could &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;But that&amp;apos;s just bullshit&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;People just ain&amp;apos;t no good&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;People they ain&amp;apos;t no good&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;People they ain&amp;apos;t no good&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;People they ain&amp;apos;t no good&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;People they ain&amp;apos;t no good at all</content>
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  <entry>
    <title>1diena.</title>
    <id>urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:kefiirs:1083</id>
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    <published>2007-05-13T19:45:00</published>
    <issued>2007-05-13T19:45:00</issued>
    <updated>2007-05-13T16:47:14Z</updated>
    <modified>2007-05-13T16:47:14Z</modified>
    <content type="html">Vai, kā negribās rītdienu!!!! :( Nejūtos galīgi aptūtusies!!!!!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Redz ko, nodara besis! Neizgulēšanās, laika trūkums un citas figņas. ;(</content>
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  <entry>
    <title>Kāpēc dažiem tāda attieksme?</title>
    <id>urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:kefiirs:962</id>
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    <published>2007-05-13T00:22:00</published>
    <issued>2007-05-13T00:22:00</issued>
    <updated>2007-05-12T21:23:38Z</updated>
    <modified>2007-05-12T21:23:38Z</modified>
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    <category term="prioritātes"/>
    <content type="html">Kāpēc, dažiem gribas būt tik visgudriem, kaut gan īstenībā neko nejēdz?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Kāpēc, dažiem patīk aprunāt citus, kaut paši nav tuvu perfektam? Man jau izbesījis, ka daudzi cilvēki nevar viens otru normāli novērtēt. Ārējais izskats vēl neko nenozīmē. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Kāpēc tik daudz mūsdienās izsaka naudas maka biezums? Pofig, ka cilvēks &amp;quot;sekls&amp;quot;, galvenais, ka piķis ir.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Kāpēc dažiem tik ļoti gribas būt nežēlīgiem pret citiem? Kompleksi? Psiholoģiskas problēmas? Kaut kompleksi jau ir k-kas uz to pusi.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Bāc, cilvēki, kad vienreiz beigsim materiālo pusi ņemt vērā?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Nu un, ka cilvēkam dredi - tas viņu uzreiz nepadara par zālītes pīpmani. Nu un, ka skinheds - pirms tu neiepazīsti cilvēku tu pa viņu nevari spriest. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Tiešām jau apnicies viss šitais stulbums - stereotipi.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Dažreiz, cilvēki izvēlas neīstās prioritātes. Man žēl, ka apkārt tik daudz seklu ļautiņu un man grūti atrast kādu ar ko man būtu labi. Un kad atrod vēl grūtāk ir saglabāt šo cilvēciņu un draudzību. Mēs ikdienā par maz saviem mīļajiem sakām labus vārdus. Un vairākums noteikti par maz laika ar mīļajiem pavada. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Dažreiz, tiešām vajag aizdomāties - kas ir TAVAS prioritātes.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;p.s. piedodiet, ka tik murgaini, man tas tāds mirkļa uzplūds bij.</content>
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  <entry>
    <title>mmmm.. jaukas atmiņas.</title>
    <id>urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:kefiirs:538</id>
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    <published>2007-05-12T23:26:00</published>
    <issued>2007-05-12T23:26:00</issued>
    <updated>2007-05-12T20:29:25Z</updated>
    <modified>2007-05-12T20:29:25Z</modified>
    <content type="html">Nick Cave &amp;amp; The Bad Seeds Lyrics&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Lyre Of Orpheus&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Orpheus sat gloomy in his garden shed&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Wondering what to do&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;With a lump of wood, a piece of wire&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And a little pot of glue&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;O Mamma O Mamma&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He sawed at the wood with half a heart&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And glued it top to bottom&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He strung a wire in between&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He was feeling something rotten&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;O Mamma O Mamma&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Orpheus looked at his instrument&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And he gave the wire a pluck&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He heard a sound so beautiful&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He gasped and said O my God&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;O Mamma O Mamma&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He rushed inside to tell his wife&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He went racing down the halls&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Eurydice was still asleep in bed&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Like a sack of cannonballs&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;O Mamma O Mamma&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Look what I&amp;apos;ve made, cried Orpheus&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And he plucked a gentle note&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Eurydice&amp;apos;s eyes popped from their sockets&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And her tongue burst through her throat&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;O Mamma O Mamma&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;O God, what have I done, he said&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;As her blood pooled in the sheets&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;But in his heart he felt a bliss&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;With which nothing could compete&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;O Mamma O Mamma&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Orpheus went leaping through the fields&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Strumming as hard as he did please&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Birdies detonated in the sky&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Bunnies dashed their brains out on the trees&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;O Mamma O Mamma&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Orpheus strummed till his fingers bled&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He hit a G minor 7&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He woke up God from a deep, deep sleep&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;God was a major player in heaven&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;O Mamma O Mamma&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;God picked up a giant hammer&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And He threw it with an thunderous yell&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It smashed down hard on Orpheus&amp;apos; head&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And knocked him down a well&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;O Mamma O Mamma&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The well went down very deep&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Very deep went down the well&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The well went down so very deep&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Well, the well went down to hell&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;O Mamma O Mamma&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Poor Orpheus woke up with a start&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;All amongst the rotting dead&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His lyre tacked safe under his arm&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His brains all down his head&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;O Mamma O Mamma&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Eurydice appeared brindled in blood&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And she said to Orpheus&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;If you play that fucking thing down here&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;I&amp;apos;ll stick it up your orifice!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;O Mamma O Mamma&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;This lyre lark is for the birds, said Orpheus&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It&amp;apos;s enough to send you bats&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Let&amp;apos;s stay down here, Eurydice, dear&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And we&amp;apos;ll have a bunch of screaming brats&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;O Mamma O Mamma&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Orpheus picked up his lyre for the last time&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He was on a real low down bummer&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And stared deep into the abyss and said&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;This one is for Mamma&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;O Mamma O Mamma&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;O Mamma O Mamma&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Nick Cave &amp;amp; The Bad Seeds Lyrics Index</content>
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  <entry>
    <title>Nežēlīgi gribās!!!</title>
    <id>urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:kefiirs:297</id>
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    <published>2007-05-12T21:22:00</published>
    <issued>2007-05-12T21:22:00</issued>
    <updated>2007-05-12T18:23:44Z</updated>
    <modified>2007-05-12T18:23:44Z</modified>
    <content type="html">Baigi nežēlīgi gribās spilgti rozā matus!!!! Nevaru izturēt! :( Bet negribās bojāt matus un dabiskā matu krāsa ir ok. Bet tomēr tā gribās!!! :((</content>
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