SĂ-ŢI ARĂT BUCUREŞTIUL NOAPTEA: but life's not a wheel with chains made of steel

but life's not a wheel with chains made of steel

joi, 20 mai 2010

...so bless me.

Imi cer mii de scuze, Cerule! Iti multumesc!
Vreau sa stie cei doi clujeni de pe 16 mai ca vreau sa vorbesc cu ei. In fond, am nevoie si de cazare pe 15 august si mi-a stat gandul la voi toata saptamana. Imi sunteti dragi.
Eu sunt roscata. Asta, ca sa stiti de unde sa ma luati.

Daca ajungeti sa cititi asta, sa stiti ca m-am gandit la voi.

Pink Floyd - The Fletcher Memorial Home

Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere
And build them a home, a little place of their own.
The Fletcher Memorial
Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings.

And they can appear to themselves every day
On closed circuit T.V.
To make sure they're still real.
It's the only connection they feel.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Reagan and Haig,
Mr. Begin and friend, Mrs. Thatcher, and Paisly,
"Hello Maggie!"
Mr. Brezhnev and party.
"Scusi dov'è il bar?"
The ghost of McCarthy,
The memories of Nixon.
"Who's the bald chap?"
"Good-bye!"
And now, adding colour, a group of anonymous latin-
American meat packing glitterati.

Did they expect us to treat them with any respect?
They can polish their medals and sharpen their
Smiles, and amuse themselves playing games for awhile.
Boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead.

Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye
With their favorite toys
They'll be good girls and boys
In the Fletcher Memorial Home for colonial
Wasters of life and limb.

Is everyone in?
Are you having a nice time?
Now the final solution can be applied.

SĂ-ŢI ARĂT BUCUREŞTIUL NOAPTEA

but life's not a wheel with chains made of steel

joi, 20 mai 2010

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