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1984 amon tobin beatles bowie boy eats drum machine cyka no iq david bowie diamond dogs fire walk with me frustration plantation like swimming lost highway marinesca★ morphine myrashka pj harvey rasputina sandman self art white chalk xana Дэвид Боуи американская поэзия американская проза анаис нин английская поэзия английская проза анджела картер артюр рембо аукцыон бердичевская билингва ёптыть битлз бродsky буддизм буковски в оригинале василий бойко верлибр вечная ссылка вредные стихи гэндайси дмитрий порхун друзья дэвид линч егор летов екатерина чаушева затерянное шоссе иностранная литература ирина осипова кармапа киндайси лёгкая проза лёгкие стихи легкие стихи ленча любовники мальчик поедает драм-машину мертвецы милые кости необязательно ника нина садур одиссей афанасов охота на фавна переводы переводы максима немцова перепечатки пи джей харви пинчон почти гениально поэзия проза расщепление личности реггей рита патраш ричард бротиган сексуальные стишки сильвия плат сказки современная классика спи солдат ссылка ссылки старая ссылка стихи и звери сэлинджер сэндман точка отсчёта тэд хьюз у тебя получилось французская поэзия хайку хвостенко хокку хорошая проза хорошие рассказы хорошие стихи цитаты чайник вина чудеса японцы

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Аудио-запись: 1984 by david bowie in it

Пятница, 04 Апреля 2014 г. 12:17 + в цитатник
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tumblr_lvixglBitk1qimhp1o1_500 (484x700, 136Kb)Someday they won't let you, so now you must agree
The times they are a-telling,
and the changing isn't free
You've read it in the tea leaves, and the tracks are on TV
Beware the savage jaw
Of 1984

They'll split your pretty cranium, and fill it full of air
And tell that you're eighty, but brother, you won't care
You'll be shooting up on anything, tomorrow's neverthere
Beware the savage jaw
Of 1984

Come see, come see, remember me?
We played out an all night movie role
You said it would last, but I guess we enrolled
In 1984 (who could ask for more)
1984 (who could ask for mor-or-or-or-ore)
(Mor-or-or-or-ore)

I'm looking for a vehicle, I'm looking for a ride
I'm looking for a party, I'm looking for a side
I'm looking for the treason that I knew in '65
Beware the savage jaw
Of 1984

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Аудио-запись: bowie is a dodo

Пятница, 04 Апреля 2014 г. 12:14 + в цитатник
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tumblr_m44oiytLnm1qimhp1o1_1280 (600x493, 58Kb)Now we can talk in confidence
Did you guess that we've been done wrong
Lies jumped the queue to be first in line
Such a shameless design

He thinks he's well screened from the man at the top
It's a shame that his children disagree
They cooly decide to sell him down the line
Daddy's brainwashing time

She's quite enthralled with the childhood of yore
When a unit was a figure not a she
When lovers chose each other now the perks are due
Another memo to screw

Can you wipe your nose my child without them slotting in your file a photograph
Can you sleep alone at night wake to find the scorching light of neighbour Jim
He's come to turn you in

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Аудио-запись: bowie as alternative candidate

Пятница, 04 Апреля 2014 г. 11:31 + в цитатник
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Inside every teenage girl there's a fountain
Inside every young pair of pants there's a mountain
Inside every mother's eyes is Tommy Tinkrem's bed
Inside every candidate waits a grateful dead

I make it a thing, when I'm on my own to relieve myself
I make it a thing, when I gazelle on stage to believe in myself
I make it a thing, to glance in window panes and look pleased with myself
Yeah, and pretend I'm walking home

I took it so bad, I sat in the correction room
Took me a fag, and a kick in the moon
Well, I ain't gonna suck no radar wing
Because inside this tin is tin
Would you like to techno-plate cause I'm your candidate
Oh yeah

tumblr_m5xnrw6PAc1qimhp1o1_1280 (458x700, 155Kb)It's a matter of life
And the way you walk, you've got a BrylCream queen
It's a matter of tact
In the things you talk, that keeps his passport clean
A matter of fact
That a cock ain't a cock on a twelve inch screen
So I'll pretend I'm walking home

You don't have to scream a lot to keep an age in tune
You don't have to scream a lot to predict monsoons
You don't have to paint my contact black
Now I've hustled a pair of jeans
Do I have to give your money back when I'm the Fuhrerling

I'll make you a deal
I'll say I came from from Earth and my tongue is taped
I'll make you a deal
You can get your kicks on the candidate
I'll make you a deal
For your future's sake, I'm the candidate
Let's pretend we're walking home

uh-huh, uh-huh
I'm the candidate
I'm the candidate
Vote now for the candidate

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