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119____ Гитлер

В колонках играет - Blind Melon -- Dear Oil Dead

 я проснулся пораньше....вот я сижу завтракаю и слушаю радио.....в студию пригласили какого то историка по имени Иосиф Рифеншталь или как то так...... и вот он провозгласил

читать дальше и узнать что же именно провозгласил рифеншталь

Угадайте, где фон надыбал? Кто угадает что-нибудь подарю.

Дайте тему для сочинения, мне нечего писать в дневе.

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Seven Nation Army

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http://youtube.com/watch?v=ZuPmb5F7Xs4

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Великие режиссеры всех времен (часть 2)


50. Сэм Фуллер – первопроходец
Идеальный фильм: «Большая красная единица». Выживание в разгар войны





49. Майк Ли – ворчун
Идеальный фильм: «Обнаженные». Сырая правда жизни




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Список полностью взят из Total Film

Хахахахаха!!!! Это просто ржач!!!! Блин я случайно на фон Дженифер Лопез поставил!!! Хахахаха!!! От куда она вообще тут взялась!!! Хахахах!!! Охренеть!!!! Я просто пополу валяюсь!

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В колонках играет - Dj Alex Strokes 2007
Настроение сейчас - Балуюсь

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Light touch my hand, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on.
You can forget our future plans.
Night touch my hand with the turning Golden Skans,
From the night and the light, all plans are golden in your hand.

Set sail from sense, bring all her young.
Set sail from where we once begun.
While we wait, while we wait.

A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone.
Ruins, or relics, disciples and the young.
A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone.
Ruins, or relics, disciples and the young.

Light touch my hand, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on.
You can forget our future plans.
Night touch my hand with the turning Golden Skans,
From the night and the light, all plans are golden in your hand.

ooooooo ahhhh
ooooooo ahhhh
ooooooo ahhhh
ooooooo ahhhh

We sailed from sense, brought all our young.
We sailed from where we once begun.
While we wait, while we wait.

A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone.
Ruins, or relics, disciples and the young.
A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone.
Ruins, or relics, disciples and the young.

Light touch my hand, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on.
You can forget our future plans.
Night touch my hand with the turning Golden Skans,
From the night and the light, all plans are golden in your hand
Light touch my hand, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on.
You can forget our future plans.
Night touch my hand with the turning Golden Skans,
From the night and the light, all plans are golden in your hand

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ТЕКСТЫ ПЕСЕН

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Скандальные I still remember и Kreuzberg



I, I still remember
How you looked that afternoon
There was only you

You said "it's just like a full moon"
Blood beats faster in our veins
We left our trousers by the canal
And our fingers, they almost touched

You should have asked me for it
I would have been brave
You should have asked me for it
How could I say no?

And our love could have soared
Over playgrounds and rooftops
Every park bench screams your name
I kept your tie

I'd have gone wherever you wanted

(I still remember)

And on that teachers' training day
We wrote our names on every train
Laughed at the people off to work
So monochrome and so lukewarm

And I can see our days are becoming night
I could feel your heartbeat across the grass
We should have run, I would go with you anywhere
I should have kissed you by the water

You should have asked me for it…

And our love could have soared…

I'd have let you if you asked me

I still remember



Kreuzberg

There is a wall that runs right through me
Just like this city, I will never be joined
What is this love? Why can I never hold it?
Did it really run out in those strangers' bedrooms?

I
I have decided
At twenty-five
Something must change

Saturday night in East Berlin
We took the U-Bahn to the East Side Gallery
I was sure I'd found love with this one lying with me
Crying again in the Hauptbahnhof

I
I have decided
At twenty-five
That something must change

After sex
The bitter taste
Been fooled again
The search continues

(Concerned mothers of the West)
(Teach your sons how to truly love)

В колонках играет - Radiohead - You ANd Whose Army?
Настроение сейчас - Радасна!

И вот, наконец, результат. Это оранжерейная любовь, которой не хватает эмоций. Иногда бывает очень душно в таком плену. Однако, если партнер будет заботливо относиться к тебе, твоя любовь расцветет новыми красками.

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Я сейчас смотрю "Пляж" с Леонардо Дикабрио и просто аккуеваю!!!
Писцец фильмец!!!

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В колонках играет - вибираю что послушать
Настроение сейчас - Еинеортсан

Хитчкок полный! Я какой-то странный и не потнятный стал. Я что-то у уже перестал понимать вещи с пол пинка, как раньше. Не о том стал думать. Знаю что могу быть таким, как надо, но наделанное уже подавляет меня.
Такое чувство что уже бесить всех начал, своими переменами, нерешительностью, глупостью... да я уже сам не знаю каким мне быть и каких мне друзей иметь. Конечно же некоторые остануться со мной навсегда, но хочеться чтоб их кол-во было больше 3-4 людей...
Бля ну вот опять я бред пишу... Я прекрасно знаю с кем мне дружить просто буть решительнее и не хнычь ты как баба. Захотел и сделал. Неипет! Вот!=)

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Heroin Chic by CORY_KENNEDY

В колонках играет - PeachesGayBar

Я от нее кончаю/Она ахуенна
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*остальное в коментах)

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Guy or Gay !?

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Я прочитала эту статью и так и не поняла : Келе гей или бисексуал!?

Kele Okereke is tired. It was a late one last night. Lasted until morning, in fact. He's sleep deprived and a little scratchy as he walks through the streets of Shoreditch, east London, on this September afternoon. Unfortunately for his mangled brain, the Bloc Party frontman has loads to do today.
He and the rest of the band - Russell Lissack (guitar), Gordon Moakes (bass), Matt Tong (drums) - are in the final stages of mixing their second album. There's sleeve imagery to be decided upon: Okereke is looking at work by German photographer Rut Blees Luxemburg. He likes one of her aerial images of west London's Westway, the road lit by the orange-sodium glow of street lamps, the adjacent five-a-side pitches brilliantly spotlit. The photograph will be perfect for the band's new record. Entitled A Weekend in the City, it's a quasi-concept album detailing Okereke's thoughts on life in London in the 21st century. 'East London is a vampire/It sucks the joy right out of me' - the declamatory climax of the album's opening track 'Song For Clay (Disappear Here)' is but one of the many startling images contained in Okereke's lyrics.

Now, as he heads to the pub, Okereke must face up to his first interview in quite some time. He's never been the most comfortable of public speakers. His stammer is probably only a very small part of this; he may be given to the odd grand statement, but Okereke hardly radiates the confidence and swagger we normally associate with the singer of a rock band.
'That's partly true,' he concedes, before adding, 'but the thing that makes frontmen most attractive to me is half-ego, half-vulnerability. You want to see that they're scared. You want to see that they're tapping into something that is frightening to them. I don't think the bravado of frontmen a la that guy from Kasabian or the one from Razorlight really resonates with people, that super-exaggerated arrogance. Perhaps now [it does], but they're gonna be a footnote in history in 10 years' time. There's no battle in them. There's no conflict.'

Kele Okereke, on the other hand, knows a lot about conflict. There are his issues over home and race - the 25-year-old grew up in Essex but was born in Liverpool, to Nigerians who came to the city in the late-Seventies to study. Mum is a midwife, Dad a molecular biologist. He was 'saddened' by the struggles of his parents, with their strong accents, 'in a system that is institutionally prejudiced'. No, Okereke will say with some vehemence, he is not proud to be British. But nor does he consider Nigeria, which he last visited when he was 14 (his strongest memories are of begging on the streets and police corruption) as somewhere he belongs.

There are his ongoing concerns about personal safety. As a black teenager growing up in Essex he 'always felt something nasty could happen in the pub'. On the streets of Bethnal Green, where he now lives, he feels that racist aggravation is, daily, a heartbeat away.

There are his tensions over religion - he was raised in a devout Catholic household and was only able to stop attending church when he left home, aged 20. 'And that's absurd,' he says. 'I never saw the sense in going to this building once a week and sitting there for an hour bored out of your wits to hear someone pontificate. Then to go back to your life during the weekdays and be as mean-spirited as everyone else...'

He's up and down about drugs, too. The video for the album's first single, 'The Prayer', is set in a club and features imagery - rippling faces, wobbly bodies, sweat - designed to suggest that Okereke and his bandmates are high. New song 'On' contains references to 'rolled-up twenties ... you make my tongue loose, I am hopeful and stutter-free, I can charm them all ...'

'Cocaine is such a seductive drug,' Okereke comments. 'In a time when so many people feel they can't communicate or feel hemmed in, I can see the appeal of cocaine to young professionals who are doing jobs they don't really like. It's that extra kick that will make you put up with shitty, obnoxious people when you go out ... I tried not to make ['On'] a moralising song about using cocaine, more an explanation of the appeal, and of the comedown.'

And then, most problematic of all, there are Kele Okereke's issues with sexuality. During the many interviews Bloc Party conducted during 2005, as their debut album Silent Alarm went from critical rave to million-selling commercial hit, from Mercury nominee to NME's Album of the Year, the subject of whether Okereke is or isn't gay was the pink elephant in the room. In a musical form that is usually beerily, boorishly white, male and heterosexual, Okereke was a refreshingly Читать далее...

http://my.opera.com/RichardCooper/albums/show.dml?id=1057

Бля, поговорите со мной кто-нибудь. У меня есть майл агент еси шо...
О чем угодно, хоть о марсианах, просто поговорите со мной.

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В колонках играет - Klaxons - As Above So Below
Настроение сейчас - Подавленное

Бля бля бля бля бля Женя Женя Женя Женя Женя Женя... КАк же я по тебе скучаю. Не навижу их, за то что не отпустили, хотя с другой стороны люблю их. Я так хочу тебя увидеть. Прикоснуться к твоим губам, взглянуть в твои глаза, снова вдлхнуть твой аромат, обнять тебя как малый ребенок... Хотя бы просто рядом оказаться, мне счастья принесет... Мне очень плохо без тебя. Ой, чуть клаву слезами не замочил.
Мне очень тошно на душе, что я растроил тебя своими поступками, мне очень обидно что я иногда такой дурак... Прости...

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Камасутра в действии!

Настроение сейчас - Все так же убого

А кстати, и почему мы молчим, не говорим о самом главном, и мучиемся, ожидая что это сказет любимая\ый???