Мда... А ведь сам знаю, что великая команда,
а сей конкретный албом - есть лучшее что когда-либо
было сделано (и будет сделано, не побоюсь этого слова).
В общем слушать надо... Желающим могу дать линк на
mp3 variable rate extreme settings...

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Woe to you, Oh Earth and Sea, for the Devil sends the
beast with wrath, because he knows the time is short...
Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the
beast for it is a human number, its number is Six hundred and
sixty six.


I left alone my mind was blank
I needed time to think to get the memories from my mind

What did I see can I believe that what I saw
that night was real and not just fantasy

Just what I saw in my old dreams were they
reflections of my warped mind staring back at me

'Cos in my dream it's always there the evil face that twists my mind
and brings me to despair

The night was black was no use holding back
'Cos I just had to see was someone watching me
In the mist dark figures move and twist
Was this all for real or some kind of hell
666 the number of the beast
Hell and fire was spawned to be released

Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised
As they start to cry hands held to the sky
In the night the fires burning bright
The ritual has begun Satan's work is done
666 the number of the beast
Sacrifice is going on tonight

This can't go on I must inform the law
Can this still be real or just some crazy dream
But I feel drawn towards the evil chanting hordes
They seem to mesmerise me ... can't avoid their eyes
666 the number of the beast
666 the one for you and me

I'm coming back I will return
And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn
I have the fire I have the force
I have the power to make my evil take it's course

There once was a girl from Madras
Who had such a beautiful ass -
It was not round and pink
( as you bastards think )
But had two ears, a tail, and ate grass.

In the garden of Eden lay Adam,
Complacently stroking his madam
And loud was his mirth
For on all of the earth
There were only two balls and he had'em.

There was an old girl of Kilkenny
Whose usual charge was a penny.
For half of that sum
You could finger her bum--
A source of amusement to many.

Lassie looked brilliant, in part because the farm family she
lived with was made up of idiots. Remember? One of them was always
getting pinned under the tractor, and Lassie was always rushing back to
the farmhouse to alert the other ones. She'd whimper and tug at their
sleeves, and they'd always waste precious minutes saying things: "Do
you think something's wrong? Do you think she wants us to follow her?
What is it, girl?", etc., as if this had never happened before, instead
of every week. What with all the time these people spent pinned under
the tractor, I don't see how they managed to grow any crops whatsoever.
They probably got by on federal crop supports, which Lassie filed the
applications for.
-- Dave Barry

[root@lagavulin ~]# /sbin/shitdown -r now
/sbin/shitdown: Command not found.
[root@lagavulin ~]#

В общем хуй его маму знает (pardon me my french) почему я не купил
этот альбом в молодости... Зашельмовали, суки... Одна вот эта вот
тема таки стоит 12 грин....

Ain't it fun when you're always on the run
Ain't it fun when your friends despise what you've become
Ain't it fun when you get so high
Well...that you just can't come
Ain't it fun when you know that you're gonna die young

It's such fun

Ain't it fun when you taking care of number one
Ain't it fun when you feel like you just gotta get a gun
Ain't it fun when you just can't seem to find your tongue
Cause you stuck it too deep into something that really stung
It's such fun

Well, so you come up to me and spit right in my face
I didn't even feel it
It was such a disgrace

I punched my fist right through the glass
I didn't even feel it
It happened so fast

Such fun

Ain't it fun when you tell her she's just a cunt
Ain't it fun when you she splits you and leaves you on the run
Well, Ain't it fun when you broken up every band that you ever begun
Ain't it fun when you know that you're gonna die young


It's such fun
Such fun

Four Reasons Why You Must
Get Fit Immediately

1. YOU OWE IT TO YOUR COUNTRY. You can bet that the enemies of
your country are fit. People in Communist nations are on a strict fitness
program of waiting in line a lot and darting their eyes about nervously. We,
too, must be fit, in case these Communists invade us. We must be ready to
fight them in the streets and the alleys. The problem is that many of you have
eaten so many Enormous Economy Size bags of corn chips and so much bean
dip that you probably couldn't fit into the alleys without the aid of powerful
hydraulic devices. So you'd have to fight them in the streets, where you'd be
easy prey for their blimp-seeking missiles.

2. YOU OWE IT TO YOUR CAREER. In the old days, your successful
business executive was generally a spectacular tub of lard who had to be
transported from business deal to business deal via private railroad car. But
today's top executives are lean, sleek, and fit. They eat nutritionally balanced
meals, run ten miles every day, play tennis and racquetball, and work out regularly
on Nautilus machines. Consequently, they have no time whatsoever for their
work. Many of them don't even know where their offices are. This is why the
entire U.S. economy is now manufactured in Japan.

3. YOU OWE IT TO YOUR SELF-ESTEEM. There is no feeling in the world
quite as wonderful as the feeling of being physically fit, except the feeling
of eating pepperoni pizza. No! Wait! Disregard that last remark! What I'm
trying to say is, when you become fit, everything about you changes. You have
to buy new pants, for example. And you develop a whole new attitude about
yourself. Instead of constantly thinking, "I am pasty and flabby and
disgusting and nobody likes me," you think, "People like me now, but only as
long as I can keep from becoming pasty and flabby and disgusting again. I wish
I had a pepperoni pizza."

4. YOU OWE IT TO YOUR FUTURE. There's nothing like regular, vigorous
exercise to prepare you for the pain you'll inevitably have to endure when you
get older. Let's say you're in your mid-20s to mid-30s. Most of the time you
feel pretty good, right? The only time you feel lousy is when you ingest huge
quantities of alcohol and wake up the next day in an unfamiliar city naked
with unexplained chest wounds. But as you grow older, you're going to start
feeling more aches and pains caused by the inevitable afflictions of age, such
as the Social Security Administration, condescending denture adhesive
commercials, and your children.

People who exercise regularly are prepared for this pain. Take joggers:
you see them plodding along, clearly hating every minute of it, and you think,
"What's the point?" But years from now, when you're struggling to adjust to
the pains of the aging process, the joggers, who have been in constant agony
for 20 years, will be able to make the transition smoothly, unless they're
already dead (see Chapter 12, under "Fitness and the Afterlife").

На утвержденных в КГБ диаграммах я убедительно показывал рост
потребления народом мяса, масла, молока, сахара и гречневой крупы.
И говорил, что рост этот неизбежно прекратится с нашим появлением в
коммунизме, а вместо роста начнется море разливанное, так как
продовольствия запасено будет неслыханное количество, и съесть его
фактически не представится возможным. Партия рассчитала все таким
образом, что даже при поголовном тунеядстве всего народа еды хватит на
два поколения. Если же попридержать несколько аппетит и не закусывать
при выпивке как бешеным, то хватит и на три поколения.

Если же затем придерживаться практики добавки в различные продукты
синтетических заменителей и взяться за белковые сокровища морей и океанов,
которые практически неисчерпаемы, то коммунизм, можно сказать,
обеспечит себе бессмертье под луной при условии полного прекращения
воровства продуктов питания со складов и продбаз. Важно также, говорил
я, не допускать при коммунизме кормежки индивидуальных поросят хлебом
из общепита и булочных.

.Как мне думается, удалось куда лучше
оригиналу - я уж не говорю про Синатру\Элвиса.

Мальчики и девочки, смотрите The Great
Rock'N'Roll Swindle - фильма шибко помогает поднять
настроение с нуля да и наверх до пределу :)

Friggin' in the riggin', guys n' gals :)

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And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
You cunt, I'm not a queer
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
And each and every highway
And yet, much more than this
I did it my way

Regrets I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
But dig, what I have to do
I'll see it through with no devotion
Of that, take care and just
Be careful along the highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

There were times,
I'm sure you knew
When there was nothing
Fucking else to do
But through it all,
When there was doubt
I shot it up or kicked it out
I fought the just as before
And did it my way

Knocked out in bed last night
I've had my fill, my share of looting
And now, the tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think, I killed a cat
And may I say, oh no, not their way
But no, no, not me
I did it my way

For what is a brat,
What has he got
When he finds out that he cannot
Say the things he truly thinks
But only the words,
Not what he feels
The record shows,
I've got no clothes
And did it my way

Я понимаю, что довольно тяжело представить себе
грустную тему от Sex Pistols. Тем не менее :)

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I’m left in misery
The girl I love’s gone across the sea
I’m all alone
I ain’t got no home
Mandy was her name
Sleepin’ was her game
She didn’t care about me
Oh god, baby can’t you see

I’m a lonely boy
I’m a lonely boy
I’m a lonely boy
I’m a lonely boy

I need her tender touch
Oh, I need it oh so much
I can’t forget
I’m so upset
I wonder where she’s gone
I wonder where she went wrong
I wanna get her back to me
But I think she’s tired of me

I’m a lonely boy
I’m a lonely boy
I’m a lonely boy
I’m a lonely boy

Every time I think of her
It brings back memories
I remember how it used to be
Oh baby, can’t you see?
Oh baby, come back to me.

I’m a lonely boy
I’m a lonely boy
I’m a lonely boy
I’m a lonely boy

Oh my darlin’ can’t you see
You’re the one that means so much to me
I know I need you’re tender touch
Oh I need it oh so much
I can’t wait to fill your [figure it out yourself]
Oh what a ------
I can’t wait to fill -- --

Sex Pistols, "The Great Rock'N'Roll Swindle"

Gentle pretty thing
Who only had one spring
You bravely faced the world
Ready for anything
I'm happy that you lived
For your life is mine
What have I except to cry
Spirit never die
Birds of the air
Beasts of the earth
Overjoyed at Bambi's birth they gambolled in the glade

[Chorus]
Who killed Bambi? [x9]

Murder murder murder
Someone should be angry
The crime of the century
Who shot little Bambi
Never trust a hippie
'Cause I love punky Bambi
I'll kill to find the killer
In that rotten roll army
All the spikey punkers
Believers in the ruins
With one big shout
They all cry out
Who killed Bambi?

What do you say when you see your T.V. floating around at night?
"Drop it nigger."

http://www.panzerfaust.com/jokes/jokes.shtml

[user@mail user1]# find . -type f | xargs grep -i -A 1 -B 1 "bay bridge"
./10944.-- Do you know which bridge is the longest in the world?
./10944.:- Bay Bridge, connecting America to Africa.
./10944.-
[user@mail user1]#

Так и живем...

PS. Discalimer.
San Francisco bay. Восточный берег - Oakland, Freemont etc - они, родные.
Баклажаны. Западный берег - San Franciisco etc, Daly City, Burlingame,
Foster City - не они. Шутка сильно устарела - San Mateo bridge то же самое
делает, да и на западе граждан Поднебесной, а так же speedy Ramires'ов
и slow Gonsales'ов куда больше, чем остальных - в смысле белых :)

Little girl sleeping in dreams of peace
Mommy been gone a long time
Daddy comes home and she still sleeps
Waiting for the world worst crime
And he comes up the stairs like he always does

And he never turns on the light
And she's wide awake, scared to death
She smells his lust and she smells his sweat
Curled in a ball she holds her breath

Praying to a God that she's never met
Don't let Daddy kiss me, don't let Daddy kiss me
Goodnight

Little girl lies by her Daddy's side
And she listens to him breathe
She knows there's something awful wrong
That she's far too young to see

And she knows she can't tell anyone
She's too full of guilt and shame
And if she tells she'll be all alone
They'd steal her Daddy and they'd steal her home

And it's not so bad when Daddy leaves her alone
Praying to her God with his heart of stone
Don't let Daddy kiss me, don't let Daddy kiss me
Goodnight

Why, tell me why,
The worst crime, in the world

And so Daddy lies by his daughter's side
And he sleeps deep and well
No nightmares come to him tonight
Though his daughter lives in hell

For his seed is sown where it should not be
But the beast in his mind don't care
And the only sound are tears that fell
Little girl turns her face to the wall

She knows that noone hears her call
But it seems that God hears nothing at all
Don't let Daddy kiss me, don't let Daddy kiss me
Goodnight

Life-sized Antonio Banderas Blow Up Love Doll. Comes with realistic gen-e-tilia
...
Oh, nuts...
Come on, Ned. This ain't a whorehouse, it's a _horror_ house\
....
Eric Cartman - you have been found guilty of commiting a hate crime. For this I hereby sentence you to the
Alamosa juvenile hall until you turn 21.
I am making an example of you to send a message out to people everywhere,
that if you want to hurt another human being you'd better make damn sure they're the same color as you are.
....
to be continued....

ya muthafuckaz :)
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Sweet lovely death
I am waiting for your breath
Come sweet death
One last caress

One last caress, sweet death
One last caress, sweet death
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Вполне новогодняя песня, не находите?

Проснулся я утром
Часов в пять
И сразу понял:
Ты ушла от меня.
Ну и что
Ну и что
Что ты ушла от меня.
Все равно опять напьюсь
Шуба-дуба
Блюз

Проснулся я днем
Часа в два
И сразу понял:
Ты ушла от меня.
Ну и что
Ну и что
Что ты ушла от меня.
Все равно опять напьюсь
Шуба-дуба
Блюз

Проснулся я ночью
Часа в три
И сразу понял:
Ты ушла от меня.
Ну и что
Ну и что
Что ты ушла от меня.
Все равно опять напьюсь
Шуба-дуба




Подумал я:"Блюз! Блюз..."

words escape me as I try to speak :)
+
last caress
Green hell
Attitude
Die, Die my darling

That's all misfits :)

что-то пересматривая старые фильмы, осознал, что как-то препохабно относились к людям, имеющим УЕ. Даже к стареньким и почтенным
(смотри "Насреддин в Бухаре).. Даже и не знаю - али пропаганда
коммунистская сказалась, али и самом деле они, уедержатели, такие суки...

Девам, кои в постоянные читатели подались,
посвящается...

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Отколовшийся от Солнца в глаз попал кусок
Это как удар с разбегу сапогом в висок
Это как удар с разбегу сапогом в висок
Это как пятно под ноготь или штык в сосок

Время - пол-первого, или пол-третьего
В общем в районе пяти
В это последнее утро столетия
Тянет куда-то пойти

Бог мой, что за встреча
Несомненно это ты
Осеткленеет взгляд и сердце заболит
Можно сделать вид, что не заметил, и уйти
Конечно можно, блин, но что-то не велит
Что-то остановит, что-то вынудит молчать
Замрет рука с бутылкой пива возле рта
Боюсь признаться сам себе - это твоя
Слегка увядшая, но все же красота

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Одна из 2х русскоязычных команд, которую я воспринимаю...

Батюшка наш, Ronnie James Dio. Старенький ужо,
жизнь повидал. Знает, чего говорит :)

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Don't talk to strangers
Cause they're only there to do you harm
Don't write in starlight
Cause the words may come out real
Don't hide in doorways
You may find the key that opens up your soul
Don't go to Heaven cause it's really only Hell
Don't smell the flowers
They're an evil drug to make you loose your mind
Don't dream of women cause they only bring you down
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Надпись на дому в дни выступлений Dio в Москве:
O sole mio, Ronnie James Dio.

Двумями руками "за", как говорится. Вот бы такого мужчину
к еам в Думу, да на пару с Лемми... Дык нет же, все каких-то
идиетов выдвигают в слуги народа.... Ну Dio с Lemmi - дык они
хотя бы запеть чего отличного от "взвейтесь кострами" могут,
причем поют лучше, чем наши депутаты крадут - я понимаю,
что в это с трудом верится, но вы послушайте..

.... Я очень глубоко скорблю...