😉 mal muske - 20

Pa dobr no, pa kaj ti fril si tik pred tem da greš na štrik? Muzika, da te sezuje.

Glede na to da te muzika sezuje, naslednja pesem te govovo izhlači potem pa boš že skoraj gola 😛

In kaj boš imel ti od tega, če bo ena nekje mogoče gola?
saj res, lahko se boš hvalil, da si končno eno slekel 😛

Le kdo me pa tako, spoštljivo nagovarja? 🙂

Poskusi uganiti!
Pa še to, anarhizem in nagovarjanje samega sebe z gospodičem, tole ne gre najbolje skupaj 🙂

Čemu bi ugibal, če ni treba ;>

https://www.uradni-list.si/files/2000/RS_-2000-048-02314-OB~P001-0001.GIF

Ne razumem? Sova kaj?

Sem pa mislil da je muc ki se reži 😛

Jezuskristus, pa sem si zbudila dojenčka 🙁


I miss the fold
As I grow ever old
I'd be ever bold
To touch the sun again
Such fires
Would surely burn my hand
Clearly reserved for the cunning
Of a younger man

Each passing year
I feel my youth fade
What can be said
A toll must be paid
Suffice it to say
Weary
Today
I fear no longer
My life fading away

The life I've had...suffice it
I am glad
To have walked amongst
Kings as peers
So closer now
This withering in my near
I beg the stars to disappear

So I'll grip this knife
And let my blood flow
Hold fast...thy lament
I am proud that I can go
This frivolous wisdom
With each year will surely pass
Tormenting my mind
I've seen enough

This light no longer
Holds anything for me
Burning now within my tired heart
Beating faster now
I accept my chosen fate
So sure now
I will not hesitate

Yet


Ena lepa post-božična pesmica za vse božičke in božičke.

Pesem zombijev 😆 😆 😆 Ne upam nobene več odpret, ker ponoč ne bom mogla spat.

Monči, še dobro da so si naši glasbeni okusi različni, kako zelo dolgočasen bi bil svet kjer bi vsi poslušali le eno sorto glasbe 🙂

To je res. Drgač me nobena glasba ne moti, ampak zdajle so me "šibnali" domov z vročino in herpesom, zato sm nataknjena ko......
Če ne bi najprej zagledala okostja, bi še šlo. Bolj me je presenetla slika, kot pesem 🙂
Ajde, lep dan imej!

Močika, saj veš da spodaj pod kožo smo vsi koščeni 🙂 Kakšen čaj popij, herpes pa izleči s konopljeno žavbo ali pa močno tinkturo melise.
Vredno je poskusiti tudi s soljo, da ga izsuši. Drugače pa hladni obkladki, saj toplota herpesu omogoča razvijanje.
Lep dan tudi tebi 🙂

Pomaga pa tudi sesekljan česen in takrat ko se mehurček še ni povsem razvil - bojda da mazanje z ušesnim maslom, po starem ljudskem receptu.

Sem pravkar dobila domač propolis in med. Najlepša hvala za nasvet. Ne bom več smetila teme 😉

Res poskusi s katero od omenjenih rcenij, sem prepričan da delujejo bolje od lekarniških pripravkov 🙂 Vse dobro!

FriLLox ali si ti slučajno v depresiji?
Lepiš namreč samo depresivno, sivo in črnogledo glasbo.

Ti, a veš da nisem, če mi prija temačni, črni metal to še ne pomeni da sem depresiven 🙂 Črni metal je črna umetnost, tako rekoč.

Mislim da imam zgolj zahteven in prefinjen glasbeni okus, večina radijskih puhlic pač ni zame... 🙂

Da ne bo samo hrušč iz moje strani ;>


I put my hand all on her knee
She says to me do you want to see?

I put my hand all on her breast
She says do you want to be kissed?

I put my hand all on her thigh
She says to me do you want to try?
I put my hand all on her belly
She says to me do you want to fill 'ee?

Gently, gently, Johnny,
Oh gently, gently, Johnny,
Johnny, my jigaloo!



I think I could turn and live with animal. They are so placid and self-contained. They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins. They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God. Not one of them kneels to another or to his own kind that lived thousands of years ago. Not one of them is... respectable - or unhappy all over the earth.



Much has been said of the strumpets of yore
Of wenches and bawdy house queens by the score
But I sing of the baggage that we all adore,
The Landlord's Daughter
You'll never love another
Although she's not the kind of girl
To take home to your mother
The Landlord's Daughter
Her ale it is lively and strong to the taste
It is brewed with discretion and never with haste
You can have all you like If you swear not to waste
The Landlord's Daughter
And, when her name is mentioned
The parts of every gentleman
Do stand up at attention
The Landlord's Daughter
Oh, nothing can delight so
As does the part that lies between
Her left toe
And her right toe
The Landlord's Daughter



In the woods there grew a tree
A fine, fine tree was he
On that tree there was a limb
And on that limb there was a branch
On that branch there was a nest
And in that nest there was an egg
In that egg there was a bird
And from that bird a feather came
Of that feather was a bed
On that bed there was a girl
And on that girl there was a man
From that man there was a seed
And from that seed there was a boy
From that boy there was a man
And for that man there was a grave
From that grave there grew a tree
In Sumerisle, Sumerisle, Sumerisle, Sumerisle, Sumerisle
On that tree there was a limb
And on that limb there was a branch
On that branch there was a nest
And in that nest there was an egg
In that egg there was a bird
And from that bird a feather came
Of that feather was a bed
In Sumerisle, Sumerisle, Sumerisle, Sumerisle, Sumerisle
On that bed there was a girl (Sumerisle, Sumerisle)
And on that girl there was a man (Sumerisle, Sumerisle)
From that man there was a seed (Sumerisle, Sumerisle)
And from that seed there was a boy (Sumerisle, Sumerisle)
From that boy there was a man (Sumerisle, Sumerisle)
And for that man there was a grave
From that grave there grew a tree