а что там насчет патсана????
давай быстрее я уже устала ждать.

вот

о боже мой
где ты такого откапала?????????????????? :) :) :) :) :)

вот парень от которого я безума!!!!

я сама от неё тащусь!!!

Машка, это он.

я тож обожаю ету песню!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!;););)

Awake
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it's quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose they croon the Ancient Ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest,
Enter the hot dream,
Come with us.
Everything is broken up and dances.
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.
We have assembled inside this ancient
and insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life
and flee the swarming wisdom
of the streets
The barns are stormed
The windows kept
And only one of all the rest
To dance and save us
With the divine mockery of words
Music inflames temperament
O great creator of being
grant us one more hour to
perform our art
and perfect our lives
We need great golden copulations
(When the true King's murderers
are allowed to roam free
a 1000 Magicians arise
in the land)
Where are the feasts
we were promised

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THANK YOU, O LORD
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One more thing...
In that case you're right.
Thank you, O Lord
For the white blind light
Thank you, O Lord
For the white blind light
A city rises from the sea
I had a splitting headache
from which the future's made
Моя любимая песня...