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Очень залипательная композиция, и уж очень она гармонировала с одной из сцен. Да и вообще саундтрек фильма потрясающий, в ретровейв стиле. Наконец посмотрела "гостя", год в архивах хранился, руки не доходили, и тут вышла первая серия "легиона" с этим же актером, прониклась. И то и другое раскрывают разные грани шизофрении персонажей, они даже похожи, и имена одинаковые. :D

Годный пилот, понравилось почти все, буду ждать выхода остальных серий *__*

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"Ой, жаль, что твой др таким неудачным получился..."
Просто не надо было напоминать об этом каждый раз, я лишь пыталась выспаться и половить температурные трипы, ибо чувствую себя раздавленным катком зомби на трехнедельной стадии разложения %).
Благо, хоть с работы отпросилась, я и так их в этом году достала постоянными болячками. I will survive. I hope.
"Children waiting for the day, they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday"
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Пора привыкнуть, что мой организм стабильно сдает в любую среду любой недели и любого месяца, почему в среду - не знаю, эта зима пыталась меня убить и не оставляет попыток пытаться дальше.
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When Shadow Moon is released from prison, he meets the mysterious Mr. Wednesday and a storm begins to brew. Little does Shadow know, this storm will change the course of his entire life. Left adrift by the recent, tragic death of his wife, and suddenly hired as Mr. Wednesday’s bodyguard, Shadow finds himself in the center of a world that he struggles to understand. It’s a world where magic is real, where the Old Gods fear both irrelevance and the growing power of the New Gods, like Technology and Media. Mr. Wednesday seeks to build a coalition of Old Gods to defend their existence in this new America, and reclaim some of the influence that they’ve lost. As Shadow travels across the country with Mr. Wednesday, he struggles to accept this new reality, and his place in it.
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American Gods is a Hugo and Nebula Award-winning novel by English author Neil Gaiman. The novel is a blend of Americana, fantasy, and various strands of ancient and modern mythology, all centering on the mysterious and taciturn Shadow. Several of the themes touched upon in the book were previously glimpsed in The Sandman comic book series.

Группы 5-6 лет или младше в особо беспокойные дни, примерно так и бывает :D

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Постоянная рубрика игры, которая мне никогда не надоест (только если иногда). Остальные посты пот тегом sims в этом же дневнике

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When, when we were young
We had no history
So nothing to lose
Meant we could choose
Choose what we wanted then
Without any fear
Or thought of revenge

Then we grew old
And I lost my ambition
So I gained an addiction
To drink and depression
(They are mine,
My only true friends
And I'll keep them with me
Until the very end)

I'd choose not to remember
But I miss your arrogance
And I need your intelligence
And your hate for authority

But now you're gone
I read it today
They found you in Spain
Face down in the street
With a bottle in your hand
And a wild smile on your face
And a knife in your back
You died in a foreign land

And they found my letter
Rolled up in your pocket
Where I said I'd kill myself
If she left me again

So now she's gone
And you're both in my mind
I've got one thing to say
Before I am drunk again:
God damn the sun
God damn the sun
God damn anyone
That says a kind word
God damn the sun
God damn the sun
God damn the light it shines
And this world it shows
God damn the sun
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Задевает получше оригинала даже, как же я люблю Аманду Палмер (the dresden dolls, evelyn evelyn), еще только недавно открыла, что она супруга Нила Геймана, обожаю обоих этих чудесных людей *__*
От текста и исполнения Аманды глаза на мокром месте второй день.

Evelyn, Evelyn,
Why do we bother to stay?
Why are you running away?
Don’t you feel like severing?
Everything’s just come together at last.
It’s broken, I don’t want to play.

We grew up closer than most.
Closer than anything, closer than anything.
Shared our bed and wore the same clothes.
Talked about everything, spoke about so many things.

What shall we wear tonight? What shall we eat today?
Can we go ice skating? But we just did that yesterday.
Should we be firemen? Can we be astronauts?
What if they find us? They’re not looking anyway.

Fill my glass, let’s drink a toast.
This is our birthday, so why are we weeping?
At your side, I feel like a ghost.
I wake up first, and I stare at you sleeping.

What shall we wear tonight? What shall we eat today?
Do you think I should marry him? But we just met him yesterday.
Should we be movie stars? Will we be millionaires?
I want to be famous. They're watching us anyway.

We grew up so very close.
A parasite needs a host.
I’m only trying to do what is best for us.
Well, I never asked for this, I never wanted this.
All that I want is some time to myself.
Looking in your eyes, I’m coming home.
Just get away from me, please just stop touching me.
You’re always trying to be somebody else.
Now I realize I’m not alone.
Well, you’re only scared of me.
But you never cared for me.
Why don’t you let me free?
‘Cause you’d never dare to be.
‘Cause you never listen, you’re always insisting.
(I’m just/just stop) reminiscing,
I feel something missing.
I just want (you here with me/my privacy),
God (can’t we just get along/won’t you leave me alone)?
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Evelyn Evelyn - музыкальный дуэт Аманды Палмер (The Dresden Dolls) и Джейсона Уэбли. Согласно выдуманной легенде, описываемой Палмер и Уэбли, в дуэте под именем Evelyn Evelyn выступают сиамские близнецы сёстры Эвелин и Эвелин Невилл (рус. Evelyn Neville) (сокращённо «Ева» и «Лин»), которых обнаружили сами музыканты в 2007 году. На самом деле на концертах выступают переодетые в сестёр Аманда Палмер и Джейсон Уэбли.

Behold, the eighth wonder of the natural world!
Come one and come all, see the two-headed girl.
Stupendous! Revolting!
You’ll be shocked, you’ll be awed!
A true freak of nature, a blunder of God!
But possessing such talents,
Hear them sing, see them dance.
As seen in the highest class parlors of France.
Just ten bucks a photograph,
Get your seats while they last.
We take Visa and MasterCard, debit or cash.

Isn’t it nice that they’re being so nice to us?
If I’m not mistaken I think they might like us.
Aren’t we lucky to be here?
Stop moving, they’re taking a picture.
Smile for the camera, Evelyn.

Come in, come in, must be cold out there gentlemen.
Take off your coats, and just guess what the wind blew in.
I know you like twins, have I got a surprise,
They’re identical sisters attached at the side.
Just imagine the fun you could have with these chicklets,
And they’re so well-behaved, not a single complaint yet.
Just look at these photographs, while I pour you a cocktail,
I don’t know whether I should charge double or triple!

Ladies and gentlemen, critics and hipsters,
Have you heard the new disc by the Evelyn sisters?
Seamlessly floating with grace between eras and genres,
They sing timeless new songs, rife with double entendres.
As featured in Rolling Stone, Spin, The New Yorker and Pitchfork,
There’s an in-store appearance today at the corner,
Of Bedford and Seventh Ave., some get a photograph, sticker and autographed shirt.
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Sandy Fishnets, washed up on the shore.
What’s she catching, and will she be sore?

Sandy was the prettiest of all.
She talked French, she came from Montreal.
During chores she never had to help.
Sandy got a bed all to herself.
We slept in the trailer to the right.
Sandy told us stories late at night.
She spoke of ships and sailors,
And a sea so big and wide.
She had lots of uncles and was always tired.

How they loved her in those early days.
Mrs. Bulger let her go away.
All her uncles drove her off to play.
We would see them kissing on the lake.
Time went by and Sandy’s all grown up.
The lines of uncles dwindled,
And the pirate stories stopped.
Then one day Melissa May showed up,
And Sandy had to share a bed with us.

And will she be soaring over the sea,
With the wind in her sails and a knife in her teeth?
At the helm of a ship, on its way to a distant shore,
Bermuda or Thailand, an uncharted island,
Sandy, we’re all getting older.
What will they do with us,
When they are through with us?
Sandy, what are we sailing for?

Christmas morning, 1993,
Presents waiting underneath the tree.
There’s a box for me, a box for me.
No gift for poor old Sandy to be seen.
We found Sandy sobbing quietly.
Uncle Gerald said he liked Christine.
Mrs. Bulgar said she had to leave.
Three days later, she was gone,
The day she turned thirteen.
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