The Shins - Pink Bullets
I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole
you held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
oh what a contrast you were to the brutes in the halls
my timid young fingers held a decent animal.
Over the ramparts you tossed
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
tied to a brick sweet as a song
the years have been short but the days were long.
Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
when our kite lines first crossed we tied them into knots
and to finally fly apart
we had to cut them off.
Since then it's been a book you read in reverse
so you understand less as the pages turn
or a movie so crass and awkardly cast
that even I could be the star.
I don't look back as much as a rule
and all this way before murder was cool
but your memory is here and I'd like it to stay warm light on a winter's day.
Over the ramparts you tossed
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
tied to a brick sweet as a song
the years have been short
but the days go slowly by
two loose kites falling from the sky
drawn to the ground and an end to flight.
you held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
oh what a contrast you were to the brutes in the halls
my timid young fingers held a decent animal.
Over the ramparts you tossed
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
tied to a brick sweet as a song
the years have been short but the days were long.
Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
when our kite lines first crossed we tied them into knots
and to finally fly apart
we had to cut them off.
Since then it's been a book you read in reverse
so you understand less as the pages turn
or a movie so crass and awkardly cast
that even I could be the star.
I don't look back as much as a rule
and all this way before murder was cool
but your memory is here and I'd like it to stay warm light on a winter's day.
Over the ramparts you tossed
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
tied to a brick sweet as a song
the years have been short
but the days go slowly by
two loose kites falling from the sky
drawn to the ground and an end to flight.
DJ Coone - Words from the Gang
I remember the day I first heard electronic music
I knew back then this illegal computer sound was gonna be my call
My heart got hooked on four by four beats when house took this journey with Jack Chicago and acid house
Now my heart is hooked forever
I don't care if it's French-tek, hardstyle, hardcore, old school or jump
I don't understand people who are satisfied with ordinary pop music;
They just listen to whatever radio stations decide they should like
Followed by an overkill of ring-tone commercials meant for kids
And my God, they like it! (My God)
Some people even think that house clubs are for weirdos only
Maybe they're right, maybe we are weird
Maybe this music is weird, and maybe the clubs are overrated
But we're in this together (Together)
If you're in the scene, being a DJ seems like a natural path to follow
Ha, 'n back in the days, DJ's were weird people who liked music in a weird way
Back then you had to be a nerd to become a DJ
Now a days, everybody wants to be a DJ
Now a days, EVERYBODY wants to be that nerd!
It sickens me, I hate those smart-asses who think DJ is an easy way to get laid
Well, get a life!
If you're not in it for the love of the music, would you please fuck off!
Ha, being a DJ is an easy way to get laid
If you're not in it for the love of the music, would you please fuck off!
Lolita Pop - Mind Your Eye
Min historialärare Benkt är till höger! Ofta han har haft en klädstil och ett liv, jag förstår inte.
(Puss på hans dans <3)
Och vet ni vad det roliga är? JAG ÄLSKAR LÅTEN! XD
