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and why? that's okay - go run & hide

крушении российского вертолета в Норвегии

31 марта 2008
/РИА Новости/
Российский вертолет потерпел крушение в воскресенье во время посадки в поселке Баренцбург в Норвегии, три человека погибли.

Как сообщил агентству по телефону представитель норвежского Центра по координации спасательных действий Стэн-Рун Николайсен (Sten Rune Nikolaisen), на борту вертолета Ми-8 были еще шесть человек, которые сразу же после инцидента были отправлены в местную больницу. Причины аварии пока неизвестны.

Поселок Баренцбург располагается на острове архипелага Шпицберген, в 40 километрах от главного города Шпицбергена - Лонгербюйна.
В поселке проживает около 400 россиян.

Шпицберген находится под управлением Норвегии, однако, в соответствии с соглашениями от 1920 года, другие страны, в том числе Россия, имеют право располагать на архипелаге невоенные объекты.

с вот этим видом

The Blue Mosque

Near the Grand Bazar

and I will not even ask why... oh well, that's what friends are for

see the people dead in cars
see their bodies bleed
i know he's so dead and gone
i think that is free

his body is upon the wall
his teeth are sharp and white
we cut his eyes with razorblades
and out of him comes foul white light

in the eastern carpet store
he is made of dreams
put his picture on the wall
just where the mirror gleams

his body is upon the wall
his teeth are sharp and white
we cut his face with razorblades
and out of him comes foul white light

his power's all around his feet
there's flowers in his heart
if you take the needles out
his body falls apart

his body is upon the wall
his teeth are sharp and white
we cut his hands with razorblades
and out of him comes foul white light

make a god of politics
make a god of police
worship it with automobiles
worship it with screams

his body is upon the wall
his teeth are sharp and white
he cuts his feet with razorblades
and out of him comes foul white light

make a god of useless drivel
sew it at the seams
float it down the river
where the sewage is the sea

his body is upon the wall
his teeth are sharp and white
he cuts his teeth with razorblades
and out of him came stupid light

that's flowers

By Richard Butler, the psychedelic furs

you have to have a party
when you're in a state like this
you can really move it all
you have to vote and change

you have to get right out of it
like out of all this mess
you'll say yeah to anything
if you believe all this but

don't cry, don't do anything
no lies, back in the government
no tears, party time is here again
president gas is up for president

line up, put your kisses down
say yeah, say yes again
stand up, there's a head count
president gas on everything but roller skates

it's sick the price of medicine
stand up, we'll put you on your feet again
open up your eyes
just to check that your asleep again
president gas is president gas again

he comes in from the left sometimes
he comes in from the right
it's so heavily advertised that he wants you and i
it's a real cowboy set, electric company
every day is happy days
it's hell without the sin, but

don't cry, don't do anything
no lies, back in the government
no tears, party time is here again
president gas is up for president

line up, put your kisses down
say yeah, say yes again
stand up, there's a head count
president gas on everything but roller skates

it's sick the price of medicine
stand up, we'll put you on your feet again
open up your eyes just to check that your asleep again
president gas is president gas again

president gas

oh, president gas

whoa, president gas

oh, president gas

whoa, president gas

oh, president gas

whoa, president gas

By Richard Butler, the psychedelic furs

my baby paints herself red
she paints her hair
her hair is dead
she's living in the city
with the bodies that scream
we are all jesus
we all dream

see the dancer in there reeling
paint the sky upon the ceiling

four useless gods upon a day
so blinded by the filth on sunday
saying the words for the idiots
you are miracle drivel
optical sewer

listens to the flowers fall
paint the words upon the wall

this is the pulse of fools like you
who sound so red and turn so blue
the sound of uselessness in slumber
war is over if you want

see the dancer's semen reeling
paint the sea upon the ceiling
pulse

my baby paints herself red
she paints her hair
her hair is dead
she's living in the city
with the bodies that scream
we are all jesus
we all dream

see the dancer's semen reeling
paint the sky upon the ceiling
that's pulse

By Richard Butler, the psychedelic furs

i'm in love with catholics
i'm in love with your blue cars
i'm in love with the words that scream
we are so stupid, we all dream
i'm in love with frank sinatra
fly me to the moon
i'm in love with fools like you
i'm in love with doing the twist
i'm in love with the bodies that scream
they fall so far, they fall so far
i'm in love with the supremes
oh baby love
i'm in love with sophia loren
i'm in love with bridget bardot
i'm in love with the whole dumb scene
i'm so in love, you know what i mean
i'm in love with anthea and donna
all that shit that goes
uptown top ranking
i'm in love with the factory
i'm in love with the bbc
i'm in love with your tv
they're so in love with you and me
i'm in love with a nuclear bomb it falls
i'm in love with shopping city dreams
i'm in love with real men
they go through the
air for oxygen
love is just a car like you
that turns so blue and turns so blue
no blue cars will run my world
no playboys will black my word
i would walk a million smiles
for one of your miles bob
stop stop stop stop stop stop stop
we love you we love you we love you
we love you we love you we love you
we love you

Pierrefonds

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On Champs-Élysées in Paris

Geneva, Switzerland