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hit the road

December 27, 2009

to hit the road – собираться в путь, уходить

(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more.)
What you say?
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more.)

Woah Woman, oh woman, don’t treat me so mean,
You’re the meanest old woman that I’ve ever seen.
I guess if you said so
I’d have to pack my things and go. (That’s right)

(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more.)
What you say?
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more.)

Now baby, listen baby, don’t ya treat me this-a way
Cause I’ll be back on my feet some day.
(Don’t care if you do ’cause it’s understood)
(you ain’t got no money you just ain’t no good.)
Well, I guess if you say so
I’d have to pack my things and go. (That’s right)

(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more.)
What you say?
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more.)

Well
(don’t you come back no more.)
Uh, what you say?
(don’t you come back no more.)
I didn’t understand you
(don’t you come back no more.)
You can’t mean that
(don’t you come back no more.)
Oh, now baby, please
(don’t you come back no more.)
What you tryin’ to do to me?
(don’t you come back no more.)
Oh, don’t treat me like that
(don’t you come back no more.)

Coolio Featuring L.V. – Gangsta’s Paradise

December 15, 2009


As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realise there’s nuthin’ left
coz I’ve been blasting and laughing so long, that
even my mama thinks that my mind is gone
but I ain’t never crossed a man that didn’t deserve it
me be treated like a punk you know that’s unheard of
you better watch how you’re talking, and where you’re walking
or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip but i gotta loc
As I Grow I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
I’m the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
on my knees in the night, saying prayers in the streetlight.

been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta’s paradise (x2)
keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta’s paradise (x2)

The getto situation, they got me facin’
I can’t live a normal life, I was raised by the stripes
so I gotta be down with the hood team
too much television watching got me chasing dreams
I’m an educated fool with money on my mind
got my tin in my hand and a gleam in my eye
I’m a loc’d out gangsta set trippin’ banger
and my homies is down so don’t arouse my anger, fool
death ain’t nothing but a heartbeat away,
I’m living life, do or die, what can I say
I’m 23 now, but will I live to see 24
the way things are going I don’t know

Tell me why are we, so blind to see
That the one’s we hurt, are you and me

been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta’s paradise (2x)
spending most our lives, living in the gangsta’s paradise (2x)

Power and the money, money and the power
minute after minute, hour after hour
everybody’s running, but half of them ain’t looking
what’s going on in the kitchen, but I don’t know what’s cookin’
they say I gotta learn, but nobody’s here to teach me
if they can’t undersstand it, how can they reach me
I guess they can’t, I guess they won’t
I guess they front, that’s why I know my life is out of luck, fool

been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta’s paradise (2x)
spending most our lives, living in the gangsta’s paradise (2x)

Tell me why are we, so blind to see
That the one’s we hurt, are you and me
Tell me why are we, so blind to see
That the one’s we hurt, are you and me

It’s not easy being green (sesame street)

November 4, 2009

It’s not that easy being green
Having to spend each day the color of the leaves
When I think it could be nicer being red, or yellow or gold
Or something much more colorful like that

It’s not that easy being green
It seems you blend in with so many other ordinary things
And people tend to pass you over ’cause you’re
Not standing out like flashy sparkles in the water
Or stars in the sky

But green’s the color of Spring
And green can be cool and friendly-like
And green can be big like an ocean, or important
Like a mountain, or tall like a tree

When green is all there is to be
It could make you wonder why, but why wonder why
Wonder, I am green and it’ll do fine, it’s beautiful
And I think it’s what I want to be

Sad Kermit – Creep (Radiohead)

November 3, 2009

When you were here before, Couldn’t look you in the eye, You’re just like an angel, Your skin makes me cry, You float like a feather, In a beautiful world, I wish I was special, You’re so fucking special.

But I’m a creep (green), I’m a weirdo, What the hell am I doing here? I don’t belong here

I don’t care if it hurts, I want to have control, I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul, I want you to notice, when I’m not around, You’re so fucking special, I wish I was special

But I’m a creep (green), I’m a weirdo, What the hell I’m doing here? I don’t belong here.

She’s running out again, She’s running out, She runs runs runs.

Whatever makes you happy, Whatever you(piggy) want(s), You’re so fucking special, I wish I was special

But I’m a creep (green), I’m a weirdo, What the hell am I doing here? I don’t belong here, I don’t belong here




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