Forget
about it is like if you agree with someone, you know, like Raquel Welch
is one great piece of ass, forget about it. But then, if you disagree,
like A Lincoln is better than a Cadillac? Forget about it! you know?
But then, it's also like if something's the greatest thing in the
world, like mingia those peppers, forget about it. But it's also like
saying Go to hell! too. Like, you know, like "Hey Paulie, you got a one
inch pecker?" and Paulie says "Forget about it!" Sometimes it just
means forget about it.
Capish?!
Jordan za one koji ne znaju svira jako igrivi lo-fi rock, često po recenzijama razvlačen između Fugazi i Q And Not U ili recimo At the Drive-In i The Rapture. Ono što je sigurno je da njihov live nastup stvarno ubija. Koncert koji će se desiti u Beogradu biće u sklopu kratke evropske turneje vezane za njihov prvi dugosvirajući album ''Oh no! We are dominos!'', koji je prekookeanska kao i deo evropske publike već imao prilike da čuje na minulim turnejama ovog benda u proteklih godinu dana.
Belgrade Noise i Went su već svima dobro poznata imena i oni će uz još sveži funk punk Salto Mortale Trio (Bubanj/Bas - The Schtrebers, Gitara/Vokal - Jaibo!) upotpuniti line up za ovu priliku.
RIGA, Latvia, May 30 (UPI) -- About 2,000 Latvian blondes are to parade
in Riga to raise charity money to support disabled children, organizers
said Saturday.
The Latvian blonde association is organizing the "Go blonde" series
of events for Sunday, including a parade of blond beauties and their
fans, a blonde golf tournament, fashion shows, sporting festivities and
a blonde ball, the Baltic Times reported.
The money the blondes collect will be donated to support children's
safety and playgrounds for disabled children in Riga and across Latvia.
The organizers of the parade in Latvia also are asking UNESCO to declare May 31, International Blonde Day.
Well, I woke up Sunday morning With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt. And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, So I had one more for dessert. Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirt. Then I washed my face and combed my hair And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
I'd smoked my mind the night before With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking. But I lit my first and watched a small kid Playing with a can that he was kicking. Then I walked across the street And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken. And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost Somewhere, somehow along the way.
On a Sunday morning sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned. 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone. And there's nothing short a' dying That's half as lonesome as the sound Of the sleeping city sidewalk And Sunday morning coming down.
Love is a wild animal It breathes you it looks for you It nests upon broken hearts and goes hunting when there are kisses and candles It sucks tightly on your lips and digs tunnels through your ribs It drops softly like snow First it gets hot then cold in the end it hurts
Amour Amour Everyone just wants to tame you Amour Amour in the end caught between your teeth
Love is a wild animal It bites and scratches and kicks towards me It holds me tightly with a thousand arms and drags me into its love nest It devours me completely and retches me back out after many years It drops softly like snow First it gets hot then cold in the end it hurts
Amour Amour Everyone just wants to tame you Amour Amour in the end caught between your teeth
Love is a wild animal You fall into its trap It stares into your eyes Spellbound when its gaze hits you
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