В колонках играет - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club - Love BurnsНастроение сейчас - Something unclassifiable
[300x300]Сегодня ночью пришли какие-то малопонятные мысли. Судя по дате, около 3 часов пришли:
Messing around here
And thinking all night
I understood there's something not right
People don't get their right for the fight
Scary to be hit or scary to bite..?
...You might be black, you might be white - still
Crowd's opinion will be your life's guide
And there's nowhere to hide...
We're wearing same clothes
We're singing same shit
Worrying of same whoes
We don't get what we need.
And we need such a little bit...
Come along, put some light in your life
We don't have to live as if we're in a hive
My style is not yours and yours is not mine
Same stuff everywhere hurts like a knife
Wake up in the morning
Eat some junk food
Taking a taxi...
But where's the root?
You're like me
And I'm like you
Is it the only way or there are any new..?
I don't have a clue.
Теперь сижу, учу инглиш (аппять...) и умираю от скуки. Может, за роликами съездить или за книжкой какой-нить?
P.S. Если в Москве чувствуются какие-то подземные толчки, не бойтесь, это не землетрясение. Просто я мощность сабвуфера испытываю :)