Я выкрашу тебя в свой цвет
Скачала продолжение фика, который мне очень понравился. Буду ночью читать. Можете не поздравлять меня с этим.
Мое болеет. Псиво и нудно. То есть это такое состояние, когда хочется стоять на голове, прыгать через скакалку, но почему-то бренное тело напоминает, что у него нос заложен и голоса нет, потому что горло простужено. Состояние расщепление. Я – здорова, а тело – нет. Тихий ужос.
Слушаю две последние песни на альбомах стильных мальчиков. Роковых вроде как. Но просто нравятся. Блин, и тексты..
Kaiser Chiefs – Retirement
There are many things that I would be proud of
If I'd only invented them such as the wheel
The washing machine and the tumble dryer
On these inventions surely I could retire
I want to retire
No longer required
I want to get by without the man on my back
A tear in my eye
With a heart full of pride
I must go out on a high
And tell nobody why
There are many things that I know I could do
If I'd only have wanted to, such as create
The perfect soulmate everyone would admire
On this creation surely I could retire
I want to retire
No longer required
I want to get by without the man on my back
A tear in my eye
With a heart full of pride
I must go out on a high
And not to answer to why
I want to retire
Inform the suppliers
I'll leave the party in style
And not to be carried out
Without a cloud in the sky
I Got my fingers in pies
A Golden watch on my side
Will measure my free time
Now my place in History is surely assured
I will be remembered here forever more
Brand new product in place and a potential buyer
Up on this next transaction surely I could retire
I want to retire
No longer required
I want to get by without the man on my back
A tear in my eye
With a heart full of pride
I must go out on a high
And not to answer to why
I want to retire
Inform the suppliers
I'll leave the party in style
And not to be carried out
Without a cloud in the sky
I got my fingers in pies
A Golden watch on my side
Will measure my free time
Franz Ferdinant «40»
As I glanced once upon the foam
40 feet beneath my feet
The coldest calm falls through the molten veins
Cooling all the blood to slush, congeals around the brain
And forty feet remain
Salt scales upon my drying arms
Burn my back beneath the sun
But I am cold beneath the burning rays
Looking down, looking down, down, down again
And forty feet remain
Мое болеет. Псиво и нудно. То есть это такое состояние, когда хочется стоять на голове, прыгать через скакалку, но почему-то бренное тело напоминает, что у него нос заложен и голоса нет, потому что горло простужено. Состояние расщепление. Я – здорова, а тело – нет. Тихий ужос.
Слушаю две последние песни на альбомах стильных мальчиков. Роковых вроде как. Но просто нравятся. Блин, и тексты..
Kaiser Chiefs – Retirement
There are many things that I would be proud of
If I'd only invented them such as the wheel
The washing machine and the tumble dryer
On these inventions surely I could retire
I want to retire
No longer required
I want to get by without the man on my back
A tear in my eye
With a heart full of pride
I must go out on a high
And tell nobody why
There are many things that I know I could do
If I'd only have wanted to, such as create
The perfect soulmate everyone would admire
On this creation surely I could retire
I want to retire
No longer required
I want to get by without the man on my back
A tear in my eye
With a heart full of pride
I must go out on a high
And not to answer to why
I want to retire
Inform the suppliers
I'll leave the party in style
And not to be carried out
Without a cloud in the sky
I Got my fingers in pies
A Golden watch on my side
Will measure my free time
Now my place in History is surely assured
I will be remembered here forever more
Brand new product in place and a potential buyer
Up on this next transaction surely I could retire
I want to retire
No longer required
I want to get by without the man on my back
A tear in my eye
With a heart full of pride
I must go out on a high
And not to answer to why
I want to retire
Inform the suppliers
I'll leave the party in style
And not to be carried out
Without a cloud in the sky
I got my fingers in pies
A Golden watch on my side
Will measure my free time
Franz Ferdinant «40»
As I glanced once upon the foam
40 feet beneath my feet
The coldest calm falls through the molten veins
Cooling all the blood to slush, congeals around the brain
And forty feet remain
Salt scales upon my drying arms
Burn my back beneath the sun
But I am cold beneath the burning rays
Looking down, looking down, down, down again
And forty feet remain