red's Journal
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| Wednesday, November 19th, 2003 |
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All this talk of getting old It's getting me down my love Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown This time I'm comin' down lj user pink te prasiija, kur es biju? man liekas, ka es vismaz ar vienu kaaju biju iekaapis kaadus 3-4 gadus vecaa pagaatnee. mazliet citaa realitaatee. mazliet savadaak paskatiijos uz lietaam. iebliezu, uzpiipeeju.. kaut ko sapratu. kaut kam nenoticeeju. kaut kuraa briidii nodarbojos ar mentaalu masturbaaciju. bez iipashiem rezultaatiem. daudz skatiijos. daudz ieraudziiju. veel tagad nesaprotu vai tas ko redzeeju bija labi vai slikti. man jautaaja vai TAS veel arvien ir speekaa? es teicu, ka nezinu kas notiks riit. bet paskatiisimies peec 10-20 gadiem, kad TAM buutu lemts piepildiities... godiigi? sacepos. pietiekami. dazhaadu iemeslu deelj. nebiju taa ieplaanojis, kaut gan par to domaaju. negribu par to runaat. negribu atbildeet uz to ko sev jautaaju. vai tas ir labi vai tas ir slikti? vai es vareetu? sava taisniiba buutu arii U2 - the ground beneath her feet. natuuraa. no otras puses. ilgi domaaju par shaa posta jeegu. jo iespeejams ka paaraak daudz cilveeku saak to lasiit. diemzheel paziistamu. jo principaa ekshibicionisms ir taapat kaa prostituucija. kad tu kind of shaaro sevi ar visiem ko pagadaas, bet ceri ka tas nav neviens no tava podjezda... visu laiku par to botanikas lyricu domaaju. shodien pusi dienas pavadiiju meegjinot to atrast pilnaa versijaa. slikti panaakumi. vareetu pat teikt ka tuvinaajaas 0. izraadaas, ka ir botanikas saits. veel vairaak izraadaas, ka tur nav lyrics. izraadaas ka ir sergeja shnurova saits. izraadaas, ka tur pat ir sadalja par bumer. izraadaas ka tur tomeer liriku nav. "poka njet". a ko man tagad dariit? patiesiibaa gribeejaas, lai shodien ir darba diena. lai es eju un daru whatever ko. lai domaaju par kontiem. par materiaalaam kljuudaam un ieksheejaam kontroleem. shausmiigi gribaas par to visu padomaat... And I'm running from my problems I got my funny face painted on And then I'll think of what you said to me And then I'll think of what you did to me I'll think of you and probably laugh And then I'll think of you and probably laugh And then I'll think of you and probably laugh You're the one I'm running from tas mazliet no boomkat. veel arvien ir saglabaajies iekshkjiigais shizims, kas bija present arii kaadu briidi atpakalj. kas mani bothero mazliet naak arii laukaa. tikai what's the point? veel nav ne 10 ne 20 gadi pagaajushi. baisi gribaas kaut kur aizliist. aizsliist aiz gaazes pliits, piemeeram. atrast caurumu sienaa. iet un ieraudziit kaktu kur pasleepties. potenciaali nodereetu tai kaktaa siiks iekraajums red label. veel mazliet no shnurova: ljubil ja zhenshin raznih krasivih i zaraznih no ljubvi nje otiskal alkogoljikom ja stal bilji u menja zhenschini bilji u menja babi ja hotjel bitj silnim okazaljsja slabim njetu shastja na zemlji i ljubvi vedj tozhe njet a v gazetah i v kino toljko je blje i minet mama naljivai ja uzhe nje maljchik a u menja v shtanah perchik a nje paljchik oj, perchik a nje paljchik |
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kaa jau biju paredzeejis 8.5 darba pilniigi mainiija attieksmi pret dziivi starp citu uz pozitiivo pusi (vai tas ir labi vai slikti nenjemos spriest) veel kaadas paaris gan jau uzlabos veel vairaak!! |
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All my life, I worshipped her Her golden voice, her beauty's beat How she made us feel, how she made me real And the ground beneath her feet And the ground beneath her feet And now I can't be sure of anything Black is white and cold is heat For what I worshipped stole my love away It was the ground beneath her feet It was the ground beneath her feet Go lightly down your darkened way Go lightly underground I'll be down there in another day I won't rest until you're found Let me love you, let me rescue you Let me bring you where two roads meet Oh come back above Where there is only love Only love... Let me love you true, let me rescue you Let me bring you to where two roads meet Let me love you true, let me rescue you Let me bring you to where two roads meet |
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| a kad palamaajas paliek vieglaak. neprasiet no kaa | ||||||||
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