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lalala, tanto ammmore da dare e tante inculate da subire...

è una questione di qualità
è una questione di qualità
è una questione di qualità
o una formalità
non ricordo più bene
una formalità

come decidere di radersi i capelli
di eliminare il caffè, le sigarette
di farla finita con qualcuno o qualcosa
una formalità
una formalità
una formalità
o una questione di qualità

io sto bene
io sto male
io non so
come stare
io non so
dove stare

non studio non lavoro non guardo la TV
non vado al cinema non faccio sport

non studio non lavoro non guardo la TV
non vado al cinema non faccio sport

è una questione di qualità
è una questione di qualità
è una questione di qualità
o una formalità
non ricordo più bene
una formalità

come decidere di radersi i capelli
di eliminare il caffè, le sigarette
di farla finita con qualcuno o qualcosa
una formalità
una formalità
una formalità
o una questione di qualità

io sto bene
io sto male
io sto bene
io sto male
io sto bene
io sto male
ma è una formalità
una formalità
una formalità
una formalità

Out of my life

Out of my mind

Out of the tears I can't deny

I need to swallow all my pride

And leave the mess behind

Out of my head

Out of my bed

Out of the dreams I had, they're bad

dico quel che penso
faccio quello che dico
l'azione è importante
siamo uomini troppo distratti
da cose che riguardano vite e fantasmi futuri
ma il futuro è toccare mangiare tossire ammalarsi d'amore

to je oni ples v temi sredi zvezd
hoja nad oblaki v ritmu malih angelov
z golimi telesi dramimo misli
in pijemo sokove v cast rodov,
vse je v dejanju vse je lepo in prav

kakor da svet pred mano lezi,
cas je zdej na moji strani...
dogajajo se le dobre stvari,
ali cutis tudi ti?

When you tried to kiss me
I only bit your tongue.
When you tried to get me together
I only came undone.
When you tried to tell me
the one for me was you,
I was in your mattress back in 1982.

Daria, I won't be soothed.
Daria, I won't be soothed over like,
smoothed over like milk,
silk, a bedspread, or a quilt,
icing on a cake,
or a serene translucent lake.
Daria, Daria, Daria,
I won't be soothed.
I won't be soothed.

When you tried to tell me
of all the love you had,
I was cleaning oil from beaches
seeing only what was bad.
When you tried to feed me
I only shut my mouth.
Food got on your apron
and you told me to get out.

A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal

You look so tired and unhappy
Bring down the government
They don't, they don't speak for us
I'll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide

No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent, silent

stop that music and cementify your heart

Suzanne takes you down to 
her place near the river 
You can hear the boats go by 
You can spend the night beside her 
And you know that she's half crazy 
But that's why you want to be there 
And she feeds you tea and oranges 
That come all the way from China 
And just when you mean to tell her 
That you have no love to give her 
Then she gets you on her wavelength 
And she lets the river answer 
That you've always been her lover 
And you want to travel with her 
And you want to travel blind 
And you know that you can trust her 
For she's touched your perfect body 
with her mind

avrei voluto inviarti quel che c'è
di bello e fragile in me
ma più cercavo il suono sai
più l'armonia faceva guai

frustrante e inutile, come gettare sassolini in un pozzo.
non ritorna su niente, si chiama forza di gravità.

Coglierò per te
l'ultima rosa del giardino,
la rosa bianca che fiorisce
nelle prime nebbie.
Le avide api l'hanno visitata
sino a ieri,
ma è ancora così dolce
che fa tremare.
E' un ritratto di te a trent'anni,
un po' smemorata, come tu sarai allora.

I'm purer and more naif than I've ever thought.

I'll wash my face off, melt it down to the bones, up to the eyes.
I'll eat my fingers, tear my skin from them, burn my hair.

Until I'll be allowed to talk to you.

It is you.
It is you.
Pressure is gonna drop on you.

Izredno razocarana.

Polno lazi, kot vedno.

Polno hudobije, grdih besed.

Niti jaz ne morem vec.

How much do people really get payed at Google, Microsoft, Yahoo, Apple?

<-  Google = California Uber Alles?

I am Governor Jerry Brown
My aura smiles
And never frowns
Soon I will be president...

Carter Power will soon go away
I will be Fuhrer one day
I will command all of you
Your kids will meditate in school
Your kids will meditate in school!

Zen fascists will control you
100% natural
You will jog for the master race
And always wear the happy face

Close your eyes, can't happen here
Big Bro' on white horse is near
The hippies won't come back you say
Mellow out or you will pay
Mellow out or you will pay!

Listening to Madness - Baggy Trousers

Music I've been listening to lately.
(Unluckily here you can find only the songs I played on Windows Media Player)

http://www.last.fm/user/M000rg

I sold my soul for the second time, 'cause the man, he don't pay me...

I lost my faith in the summertime, 'cause it don't stop raining...

I begged my doctor for one more line, he said "Son - words fail me"...

It ain't no place to be killing time... I guess, I'm just lazy...

You can't always get what you want, honey...
(... but if you try sometimes you might find you get what you need)

Il vento ci guiderà
Non ho paura del cammino
Bisognerà vedere, bisogna assaporare
La parte più profonda e oscura di noi stessi
E tutto andrà bene là,
Il vento ci guiderà

http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=c_Bh-G9whv4

One, two, three
If you close the door
the night could last forever
Leave the sunshine out
and say hello to never

All the people are dancing
and they're having such fun
I wish it could happen to me

But if you close the door
I'd never have to see the day again

If you close the door
the night could last forever
Leave the wine-glass out
and drink a toast to never

Oh, someday I know
someone will look into my eyes
And say "Hello, you're my very special one"

But if you close the door
I'd never have to see the day again

Dark party bars, shiny Cadillac cars
and the people on subways and trains
Looking gray in the rain
as they stand disarrayed
oh, but people look well in the dark

And if you close the door
the night could last forever
Leave the sunshine out
and say hello to never

All the people are dancing
and they're having such fun
I wish it could happen to me

Cause if you close the door
I'd never have to see the day again.

1. Jesus, help me find my proper place...
   
    ( Jesus, or anyone who can... not really my favourite, but surely the biggest surprise)

2. If you close the door, the night could last for ever... 
 
    http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=JTpIUTLjv_I
       
    Moe singing greatly... And an interesting video too :)

3. How do you think it feels, when you're speeding and lonely?
   
    Dulcis in fundo, mhmm. Not really VU, by the way.



((( Hmm, a late VU obsession?)))

My hands are tied
My body bruised, (s)he's got me with
Nothing to win and
Nothing left to lose

The more you see the less you know
The less you find out as you go
I knew much more then than I do now

Neon heart dayglo eyes
A city lit by fireflies
They’re advertising in the skies
For people like us

And I miss you when you’re not around
I’m getting ready to leave the ground….

Oh you look so beautiful tonight
In the city of blinding lights

Don’t look before you laugh
Look ugly in a photograph
Flash bulbs purple irises
The camera can’t see

I’ve seen you walk unafraid
I’ve seen you in the clothes you made
Can you see the beauty inside of me?
What happened to the beauty I had inside of me?

And I miss you when you’re not around
I’m getting ready to leave the ground

Oh you look so beautiful tonight
In the city of blinding lights

Time… time
Won’t leave me as I am
But time won’t take the boy out of this man

Oh you look so beautiful tonight
Oh you look so beautiful tonight
Oh you look so beautiful tonight
In the city of blinding lights

The more you know the less you feel
Some pray for others steal
Blessings are not just for the ones who kneel… luckily

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which i'm dying
Are the best I've ever had.

Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.

Che cazzo sm delala v zadnjih 6 mescih?!

Rimosso.

Sm v skrbeh.

Kaj delam, kaj hocem?

Mora bit kej vec od tega, dio. Absolutno mora.

Dr. Alfred Lanning: There have always been ghosts in the machine. Random segments of code, that have grouped together to form unexpected protocols. Unanticipated, these free radicals engender questions of free will, creativity, and even the nature of what we might call the soul. Why is it that when some robots are left in darkness, they will seek out the light? Why is it that when robots are stored in an empty space, they will group together, rather than stand alone? How do we explain this behavior? Random segments of code? Or is it something more? When does a perceptual schematic become consciousness? When does a difference engine become the search for truth? When does a personality simulation become the bitter mote... of a soul?

What Happened To The Beauty I Had Inside Of Me?