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| 06 д 2008 |
| 18:34 Состояние духа |
| Идеально описаное брит-поп группой Radiohead состояние моего духа за последние год-два: Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest From all the unborn chicken voices in my head What's there...? (I may be paranoid, but not an android) What's there...? (I may be paranoid, but not an android) When I am king, you will be first against the wall with your opinion which is of no consequence at all What's there...? (I may be paranoid, but no android) What's there...? (I may be paranoid, but no android) Ambition makes you look pretty ugly Kicking, squealing gucci little piggy You don't remember You don't remember Why don't you remember my name? Off with his head, man Off with his head, man Why don't you remember my name? I guess he does... Rain down, rain down Come on rain down on me From a great height From a great height... height... Rain down, rain down Come on rain down on me From a great height From a great height... height... Rain down, rain down Come on rain down on me That's it sir You're leaving The crackle of pigskin The dust and the screaming The yuppies networking The panic, the vomit The panic, the vomit God loves his children, God loves his children, yeah! На слух постоянно воспринимал great height как graveyard Rain down, rain down Come on rain down on me From a graveyard From a graveyard (чертово троеточие выглядит черезчур пошло) |
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