söndag 15 februari 2009
Musik på en söndag
~sweet~ sweet baby dont cry, tonight
daddy is here and he'll sing you a soft lullaby, tonight
why cant it all be like it was before
how can i explain why mommy's not here anymore
cause daddy likes porno and $10 whores
daddy gets wasted and robs liquor stores
daddy likes rubbing against little boys on the bus
i think thats why your mommy left us~~
((mommy left us))
hush little girl
there is no reason to fret, tonight
don't mind the smoke, daddy just wants to forget, tonight
soon it will all be like it was before
any minute, she will walk through that front door
but daddy plays poker and drinks lots of beer
then he wants sex that involves mommy's rear
daddy has sores on his naughty parts oozing with pus
i think thats why mommy left us
please dont cry
i swear i'll try
to be here by your side
right after daddy gets home from the bar
visits his bookie
and steals a new car
he'll drive to the strip club
and if daddy plays his cards right
he'll bring home your new mommy tonight
li-dee-di li-dee-di li-dee-di-di-dee-di.................
måndag 2 februari 2009
"En liten flicka med långt, ljust hår och ögon vackra blå
Med gråt i hals, med skräck i blick, hon frågar vad står på??
Ingen svarar den lilla, endast tystnad råder nu
Nej, ingen svarar den lilla, endast tystnad råder nu
Hon står med nallen i sin famn, i handen hon har sin bror
En samling män på natten kom, de grep både far och mor
Isande skrik av smärta, hennes föräldrar slagna i blod
Ja, isande skrik av smärta, hennes föräldrar slagna i blod
Männen kom från polisen, med vapen i sin hand
De skrek någonting om säkerhet i vårt land
De krossade allt i sin väg, en pöbel som vittrade blod
Ja, de krossade allt i sin väg, en pöbel som vittrade blod
De släpade bort mor och far efter att ha genomsökt deras hem
Nu var hon ensam kvar med en lillebror på fem
De fräste till den lilla: ni båda skall skickas bort!
Ja, de fräste till den lilla: ni båda skall skickas bort!
Den lilla frågade mannen: varför skall vi skickas bort?
Varför tar ni mor och far, vad ont kan de ha gjort??
Han sade: de var patrioter och därför ett hot mot vårat land!
Han sade: de var patrioter och därför ett hot mot vårat land!
Regeringen hade givit order att kväsa var upprorsröst
Kosta vad det kosta vill, skilj barn från moders bröst
För att vara både svensk och stolt är idag ett fruktansvärt brott
Ja, att vara både svensk och stolt är idag ett fruktansvärt brott"
fredag 23 januari 2009
torsdag 22 januari 2009
Monopol
Schack Matt.
You're fucked.
söndag 18 januari 2009
Brädspel i all dess ära
Ur mina högtalare för tillfället
On a warm summer's evenin',
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
When boredom overtook us,
He began to speak.
He said, Son, I've made my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' what the cards were
By the way they held their eyes.
So if you don't mind my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of your whiskey,
I'll give you some advice.
So I handed him my bottle,
And he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet,
And his face lost all expression.
He said, If
You're gonna play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to play it right.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now every gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep.
'Cause every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep.
And when he finished speakin',
He turned back toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The gambler he broke even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done...
Hej:P
Har för övrigt hjälpt Tina att skaffa denna underbart fina blogg:) Nu ska jag tvinga Tina att spela spel med mig:) Wii.
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