ОМЕРЗИТЕЛЬНЕЙШИЙ ВУЛЬГАРИЗМ

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я с этого поганого дневничка переезжаю на вот этот дневничище
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который ведем мы в месте с моей дражайшей М. А. К.
жду вас там ибо нас ждут великие свершения
да прибудет с нами геркулес

The beast in me
Is caged by frail and fragile bars
Restless by day
And by night rants and rages at the stars
God help the beast in me

The beast in me
Has had to learn to live with pain
And how to shelter from the rain
And in the twinkling of an eye
Might have to be restrained
God help the beast in me

Sometimes it tries to kid me
That it's just a teddy bear
And even somehow manage to vanish in the air
And that is when I must beware
Of the beast in me that everybody knows
They've seen him out dressed in my clothes
Patently unclear
It it's New York or New Year
God help the beast in me

The beast in me
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Where the road is dark and the seed is sowed
Where the gun is cocked and the bullet's cold
Where the miles are marked in the blood and gold
I'll meet you further on up the road

Got on my dead man's suit and my smilin' skull ring
My lucky graveyard boots and song to sing
I got a song to sing, keep me out of the cold
And I'll meet you further on up the road.

Further on up the road
Further on up the road
Where the way is dark and the night is cold
One sunny mornin' we'll rise I know
And I'll meet you further on up the road.

Now I been out in the desert, just doin' my time
Searchin' through the dust, lookin' for a sign
If there's a light up ahead well brother I don't know
But I got this fever burnin' in my soul

Further on up the road
Further on up the road
Further on up the road
Further on up the road

One sunny mornin' we'll rise I know
And I'll meet you further on up the road
One sunny mornin' we'll rise I know
And I'll meet you further on up the road.

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There's a land that is fairer than day,
And by faith we can see it afar;
For the Father waits over the way
To prepare us a dwelling place there.

In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore;
In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore.

We shall sing on that beautiful shore
The melodious songs of the blessed;
And our spirits shall sorrow no more,
Not a sigh for the blessing of rest.

In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore;
In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore.

To our bountiful Father above,
We will offer our tribute of praise
For the glorious gift of His love
And the blessings that hallow our days.

In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore;
In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore.

Ain't it a shame to go fishin on a Sunday
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it a shame to go fishin on a Sunday
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it a shame to go fishin on a Sunday
When you got Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Oh Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it a shame to have a drink on a Sunday
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it a shame to have a drink on a Sunday
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it a shame to have a drink on Sunday
When you got Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Oh Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Ain't it a shame

Ain't it a shame to beat your wife on a Sunday
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it a shame to beat your wife on a Sunday
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it a shame to beat your wife on Sunday
When you got Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Oh Thursday, Friday, Saturday

Ain't it a shame to go fishin on a Sunday
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it a shame to go fishin on a Sunday
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it a shame to go fishin on a Sunday
When you got Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Oh Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it shame
Ain't it
Ain't it Shame
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whoa, black betty (bam-A-lam)
whoa, black betty (bam-A-lam)
Black betty had a baby (bam-A-lam)
Black betty had a baby (bam-A-lam)
The damn thing gone crazy (bam-A-lam)
The damn thing gone crazy (bam-A-lam)
whoa, black betty (bam-A-lam)
whoa, baby black betty (bam-A-lam)
woah, betty black betty (bam-a-lam)
Black betty had a baby (bam-A-lam)
Black betty had a baby (bam-A-lam)
The damn thing gone crazy (bam-A-lam)
The damn thing gone crazy (bam-A-lam)
She said "He wasn't on a mind" (bam-A-lam)
The damn thing gone blind (bam-A-lam)
The damn thing gone blind (bam-A-lam)
yeah,black betty (bam-A-lam)
whoa, black betty black betty (bam-A-lam)
black betty black betty (bam-a-lam)
look here, black betty (bam-a-lam)
look here, black betty (bam-a-lam)
jam steady black baby (bam - a - lam)
jam steady black bettty (bam-a-lam)
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Well, you wake up in the morning
You hear the work bell ring
And they march you to the table
You see the same old thing

/ C - / G - / D - / G G7 /

Ain't no food upon the table
And no fork up in the pan
But you better not complain, boy
You get in trouble with the man

{Refrain}
Let the midnight special shine a light on me (3X)
Let the midnight special shine a ever-lovin' light on me

Yonder come miss Rosie
How in the world did you know
By the way she wears her apron
And the clothes she wore
Umbrella on her shoulder
Piece of paper in her hand
She come to see the governor
She want to free her man

{Refrain}

If you're ever in Houston
Well you'd better do right
You'd better not gamble
And you better not fight at all
Or the sheriff will grab you
And the boys will bring you down
The next thing you know boy
Well, you're prison bound

{2 x Refrain}

моя любовь к мамонову переходит всякие границы)))))))))

“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”

удался мой день рождения,скажу вам

удивительный выдался день

Стоит ли жить дальше, если мы сможем вас похоронить всего за десять долларов?
Американский рекламный слоган

POSTSCRIPTUM
Как жаль, что тем, чем стало для меня
твое существование, не стало
мое существование для тебя.
...В который раз на старом пустыре
я запускаю в проволочный космос
свой медный грош, увенчанный гербом,
в отчаянной попытке возвеличить
момент соединения... Увы,
тому, кто не умеет заменить
собой весь мир, обычно остается
крутить щербатый телефонный диск,
как стол на спиритическом сеансе,
покуда призрак не ответит эхом
последним воплям зуммера в ночи.

"...Коньяк в графине - цвета янтаря,
что, в общем, для Литвы симптоматично.
Коньяк вас превращает в бунтаря.
Что не практично. Да, но романтично.
Он сильно обрубает якоря
всему, что неподвижно и статично..."

она редко приезжает её так трудно застать.
узкая комната вещи часто болеют.
в джезве соседа каждую ночь
перешёптываются кофейные зёрна.
он тянется к приёмнику,
стоящему на подоконнике, на одиннадцати метрах толпятся
немецкая, французская речь, арабика, робуста, зима
раствор фотовспышки в холоде, кофе, гриньяр
она молча курит
прижимает к лицу мой шарф и вдыхает запах,
пытаясь удержать его в памяти как телефонный номер.
небеса подвывают гудменом и this is the voice
of america, – прослушайте новости этого часа.
liberty live свобода
в прямом эфире. в следующем
часе – программа
дмитрия савицкого сорок девять с половиной минут
джаза, говорит лондон в эфире
радиостанция BBC. этим двоим
часто бывало не по себе.
они часто ссорились, а я в это время
разговаривал с приёмником или варил
чужой кофе на электрической плитке
приезжает раз в месяц, так трудно застать.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
теперь мы все перешагнули черту
за которой кажется, что и в джазовой
музыке достаточно драйва. мы перешагнули, прожили
пять лет сорок девять с половиной минут
смерти, регтайма, рекламы, скэта.
правильная французская речь
хороший английский колючий шарф
запах сорок девять минут зимы
полминуты тебе ты редко бываешь
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
арабика шипение раскалённый вольфрам
она смотрит на меня, он крутит ручку настройки.
померанцев пьёт кофе внизу, в буфете
парамонов перебирает плёнки в архиве, январь.
перерыв она курит молча её не поймёшь

реклама смерть скэт мы перешагнули черту

(с) Ль

Тэкер, консул Соединенных Штатов в Буэнос-Тиерраре, еще не был пьян. Было только одиннадцать часов, а желанного блаженства - того состояния, в котором он начинал петь слезливые арии из старых опереток и швырять в своего визжащего попугая банановой кожурой, - он обычно достигал лишь часам к трем-четырем.

Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed I stuck that lovin' 44 beneath my head

Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow they overtook me down in Juarez Mexico

Late in the hot joints takin' the pills in walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down
Said yes oh yes my name is Willy Lee if you've got the warrant just aread it to me
Shot her down because she made me slow
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more

When I was arrested I was dressed in black
They put me on a train and they took me back
Had no friend for to go my bail they slapped my dried up carcass in that country jail

Early next mornin' bout a half past nine I spied the sheriff coming down the line
Talked and he coughed as he cleared his throat
He said come on you dirty heck into that district court
Into the courtroom my trial began where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out I saw the little judge commence to look about

In about five minutes in walked the man holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read in the first degree I hollered Lordy Lordy have a mercy on me

The judge he smiled as he picked up his pin 99 years in the Folsom pen
99 years underneath that ground I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down
Come on you've gotta listen unto me lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be

"Я нахожу это дело довольно забавным.
Ты понимаешь, что мне было нужно развлечься.
Мне надо чем-то лечить душевные травмы."

из нью йорка можно бежать только на луну

Ive been mistreated, Ive been abused.
Ive been struck downhearted, baby, Ive been confused
cause I know, yes, I know Ive been mistreated.
Since my baby left me Ive been losing my mind, you know I have.

Ive been lonely, Ive been cold.
Ive been looking for a woman to have and hold
cause I know, yes, I know Ive been mistreated.
Since my baby left me Ive been losing, Ive been losing,
Ive been losing my mind, baby baby babe.

Ive been mistreated, Ive been abused.
Ive been looking for a woman, yeh, Ive been confused
cause I know, yes, I know Ive been mistreated, ooh o-o-oh.
Since my baby left me Ive been losing, losing,
Ive been losing my mind, baby baby babe.
Oh oh oh, oh woman, oh woman, oh woman.

Ive been losing my mind.

- ritchie blackmore & david coverdale

насколько я понимакю ваш бизнес разнообразен..?

Вопрос: Почему в еврейских семьях мужья обычно умирают первыми?
Ответ: Потому что они этого хотят.