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Why is marijuana not legal? Why is marijuana not legal? It's a natural plant that grows in the dirt. Do you know what's not natural? 80 year old dudes with hard-ons. That's not natural. But we got pills for that. We're dedicating all our medical resources to keeping the old guys erect, but we're putting people in jail for something that grows in the dirt? You know we have more prescription drugs now. Every commercial that comes on TV is a prescription drug ad. I can't watch TV for four minutes without thinking I have five serious diseases. Like: "Do you ever wake up tired in the morning?" Oh my god I have this, write this down. Whatever it is, I have it. Half the time I don't even know what the commercial is: people running in fields or flying kites or swimming in the ocean. I'm like that is the greatest disease ever. How do you get that? That disease comes with a hot chick and a puppy. ( Долгие, но очень правильные лириксы... Не поленитесь, народ, если английский понимаете, прочитайте от начала и до конца )Tags: лирика, музыка, про это...
Настроение:  cynical
Музыка: Lazy Boy - Underwear goes inside the pants
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Учусь, слушаю Блайндов :) Сильнейшая группа :)) I know where the stars glow (And the) sky's unclouded Sweet the water runs my friend (But) Noldor Blood is on your hands Tears unnumbered You will shet and dwell in pain Tags: лирика, музыка, ностальгия
Настроение:  выздоравливаем
Музыка: Blind Guardian - Noldor (Dead Winter Reigns)
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Have you ever loved someone so much, you'd give an arm for? Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for? When they know they're your heart And you know you were their armour And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm 'her But what happens when karma, turns right around and bites you? And everything you stand for, turns on you to spite you? What happens when you become the main source of her pain? (c) Tags: лирика, про это..., слова
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Помнится когда-то учил... и до сих пор некоторые строки всплывают в голове... Актуально, наверное... William Shakespear
Sonnet 130
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare. Tags: лирика
Настроение:  lonely
Музыка: Blind Guardian - Time What is Time
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