Hypocritic critic

Baigaas briivdienas shodien... Visa klase brauca uz Praagu, bet es aizguleejos speciaali, lai nebuutu nekur jaabrauc. Otrdien bija kaut kāds murgs - sastrīdējos ar Jardu, jo pateicu, ka Behems baigais cirvis, tas apvainojās un izmeta manas kārtis pa logu. vakar izlīgām mieru, bet tā par skolu vispār negribas runāt. Rīt man jābrauc uz Krakovu pie tēta radiniekiem. Nevaru vien sagaidīt! man jau šinī pilsētā ir apnicis. Tagad man ir laiks zīmēšanai - pārzīmēju bildes vienai grāmatai savā stilā (ar roku). Jāaizsūta meili vēl uz Latviju.

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The breath of the  morning

I keep forgetting

The smell of warm sumer air

I live in a town

Where you can't smell athing

You watch your feet

For cracks in the pavement

Up above

Aliens hover

Making home movies

For the folks back home

Of all these weird creatures

Who lock up their spirits

Drill holes in themselves

And live for their secrets

They're all uptight

uptight

uptight

uptight

uptight

uptight

uptight

uptight

uptight

I wish that they'd swoop down in a country lane

Late at night when I'm driving

Take me on board their beautiful ship

Show me the world as I'd love to see it

I'd tell all my friends

But they'd never believe

They'd think that I'd finally lost it completely

I'd show them the stars

And the meaning of life

They shut me away

But I'd be all right

All right

I'm just uptight

uptight

uptight

uptight

uptight

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