21/11: BAM!
Need sleep and discipline!
And drugs, alcohol.
Electronic music wouldn't hurt and maybe good friends.
Sex is on this list too, don't think I forgot it.
I want to travel, I need some objective, some goal.
Maybe I should become a doctor, you know help people
or maybe a politician, I'm pretty good at makin' shit up.
I should protest.
this one I call:
Kurat, ma ei oska, ma ei suuda.
Mul on vaja magada, ok?
Ma ei taha lihtsalt enam.
Ma ootan vaheaega; see oleks nii meeldiv.
Kuna sa vaatasid, et "oh .. sul on nii palju õelda" ainult selle halli riba kohta paremal, siis siin on su karistus.
See on tegelikult väga seksikas lugu.
Ma leian hiljuti lihtsalt, et ma ei leia midagi.
Mu sõbrad vaikselt kaovad kaugemale .. ja kaugemale .. ja kaugemale.
Aa. .samuti, olen tähele pannud, et võibolla ma ise toon selle kaasa ja üritan kõiki ja kõike testida ja analüüsida saboteerides kõik normaalsed sõprussuhted, mis mul on kunagi olnud.
Proovin homme mitte valetada.
Ma loodan, et mingi tüdruk küsib mult kuidas ta välja näeb.
Ma pole tüdrukult korralikku kõrvakiilu veel saanud.
Masendav on see, et sellest 1 inimesest kes seda teksti loeb, ainult 1 võibolla/vahest/natuke/sutsu/pisut hoolib... võibolla.
Noh, Tootseni-poiss loeb ka, kui nüüd päris aus olla.
Bush
Bush tuleb eestisse, yeee.
Miks on vaja protesteerida tema vastu?
Kõik teavad, et ta on idioot ja tema valitsus on halb ja valelik.
Whoop-de-doo. Palun, tehke seda. Istuge vihmas kuni te kõik haigeks jääte ja surete.
Bush naudib oma Kobé lehmaviilu ning joob Crystalli ja meedia katab sündmust sitasti nii kui nii, vahet ei ole.
Võibolla ainult endal hakkab parem meel, kuni meelde ei tule, et saavutatud sai mitte midagi ja peab naasema igapäeva elu juurde.
Hurra.
Kõik ei ole hea, kaugeltki mitte.
Inimesed surevad ja kõik väidavad, et me saame seda muuta.
Jippii, ma jätan õpingud pooleli ja lähen jagan iraaklastele toitu, kuni nad mind kividega viskavad, sest ma olen valge.
Inimesed ei ole head. (<- punkt, näete? All paremas nurgas)
Ehk.. jätke mind rahule, ma ei tule protesteerima, mind ei koti.
Ajukääbik olen.
Ei suuda enda raamidest väljapoole jäävatele objektidele keskenduda.
Ega sa parem ei ole.
Mine mäele ja loe raamatut.
5nizza - Soldat
Mina olen see õige inimene rääkima.
Ei huvita raamatud, ekraanil on alati midagi huvitavat.
Ei taha, ei huvita. Mitte enam.
Mingil hetkel käis mingi nõks ja vsjo lihtsalt ei koti.
Juhtub, mis juhtub, minuga ei juhtu.
Kui ta seda teeb, noh siis ei pane tähele.
Sõtta! Tapame kõik lihtsalt ära. Siis on rahu.
Viimane mees võib granaadi otsa hüpata. Siis oleksime kõik rahul.
Ja siin ka sõnum maailmale.
JÄTA MIND RAHULE, RAISK!
Tõbras oli iidses eestis metsaloom.
And drugs, alcohol.
Electronic music wouldn't hurt and maybe good friends.
Sex is on this list too, don't think I forgot it.
I want to travel, I need some objective, some goal.
Maybe I should become a doctor, you know help people
or maybe a politician, I'm pretty good at makin' shit up.
I should protest.
this one I call:
That guy a.k.a. The Protester.
Do you want to hear about my day?
Do you care about what I have to say?
Should I try and make up jokes,
so you can try and impress your folks?
Do you want to be best friend, so I can laugh at your puns,
about bartenders, gentlemen, fags and nuns.
Politics is fun, so are clowns.
Think you can separate the ups from the downs?
It's all going to hell, why bother, why care?
Hide under your blanket, cuddle your bear.
I'm going to be out there protecting your rights.
Oh, heck, I don't care. I like getting in fights.
It's not about justice, that will never happen.
It's all fair, until the law comes a' tappin.
Knocks down your door and takes your child.
Oops, good thing we made up our minds.
We have ideas, we have signs.
Let's burn the food and slaughter the lives
of animals, children and grown-ups alike.
It's not about them, it's what we like.
It's like running on a treadmill - it never stops.
Once you fall down, there is no getting up.
Arabs killing Jews, Rappers cussing on cops.
Soon we' all be busting yo' chops,
for trying, for caring,
for crying, for staring.
Commenting on all the bad stuff in the world,
It's not about liking, it's about bearing.
So the next time you see me in the street,
think about it, am I the guy you want to meet.
The dude that looks cool or wicked on TV.
"See that guy? That could be me."
Do you want to hear about my day?
Do you care about what I have to say?
Should I try and make up jokes,
so you can try and impress your folks?
Do you want to be best friend, so I can laugh at your puns,
about bartenders, gentlemen, fags and nuns.
Politics is fun, so are clowns.
Think you can separate the ups from the downs?
It's all going to hell, why bother, why care?
Hide under your blanket, cuddle your bear.
I'm going to be out there protecting your rights.
Oh, heck, I don't care. I like getting in fights.
It's not about justice, that will never happen.
It's all fair, until the law comes a' tappin.
Knocks down your door and takes your child.
Oops, good thing we made up our minds.
We have ideas, we have signs.
Let's burn the food and slaughter the lives
of animals, children and grown-ups alike.
It's not about them, it's what we like.
It's like running on a treadmill - it never stops.
Once you fall down, there is no getting up.
Arabs killing Jews, Rappers cussing on cops.
Soon we' all be busting yo' chops,
for trying, for caring,
for crying, for staring.
Commenting on all the bad stuff in the world,
It's not about liking, it's about bearing.
So the next time you see me in the street,
think about it, am I the guy you want to meet.
The dude that looks cool or wicked on TV.
"See that guy? That could be me."
Kurat, ma ei oska, ma ei suuda.
Mul on vaja magada, ok?
Ma ei taha lihtsalt enam.
Ma ootan vaheaega; see oleks nii meeldiv.
Kuna sa vaatasid, et "oh .. sul on nii palju õelda" ainult selle halli riba kohta paremal, siis siin on su karistus.
Avenue D - Do I look like a slut?
Do I look like a slut?
Uh-huh.
Shut up.
You know, I don't understand why everyone keeps calling us sluts.
Me neither, I'm a good girl.
Yeah, me too.
Hell, I just went to church the other day.
Here's a story about the boys of the alter.
Some of them got between me and my halter.
But I don't think the Good Lord would mind,
I was calling his name the whole time.
Sometimes I get a little drunk,
and I go home with some crazy punks.
But don't judge me by what I do,
'cause baby you know you want to hit it too.
Shit, you know they all want to hit it.
Yeah, they're just talkin' shit 'cause they want it.
You know, maybe it's these outfits we wear, I mean, I can see your boobies.
Shit my stylist is on a budget, he's just trying to save some fabric.
It really doesn't matter, I'm just gonna end up taking it off anyway.
So what if I'm a little nudie?
It don't mean you're gonna get some booty,
Baby I just want to shake it,
it took mama nine months to make it.
My daisy dukes they fit just right,
they squeeze my coochie really tight.
So that when I shake and dance,
there's a party in my pants.
Shit, I like your daisy dukes, I think they're real classy.
Do I look like a slut?
Is it the way I move my butt?
Is it the way my clothes are cut?
I like to do it, and what?
Do I look like a slut?
Is it the way I move my butt?
Is it how my clothes are cut?
I don't give a fuck.
I saw Mikey on the street yesterday, and do you know what he called me?
What?
He called me a slut.
No.
Yeah.
Honey, don't worry, he's just a fag anyway.
I'm not a fuckin' slut you fucking cock sucker,
your mom's the one letting everyone fuck her.
Everyone knows she's a fuckin' ho,
sucks dick on the corner for a little blow.
Just because I like to freak each and every night of the week,
don't mean I can't resist temptation,
hell I don't give a damn about my reputation.
Shit, you know I'm grade A, top joint, speed baby.
This is one classy ass.
I can't believe she'd get off talkin' shit like that.
I mean she's one to talk.
At least we don't let just anyone stick it in.
what a fucking slut.
Slut!
Do I look like a slut?
Uh-huh.
Shut up.
You know, I don't understand why everyone keeps calling us sluts.
Me neither, I'm a good girl.
Yeah, me too.
Hell, I just went to church the other day.
Here's a story about the boys of the alter.
Some of them got between me and my halter.
But I don't think the Good Lord would mind,
I was calling his name the whole time.
Sometimes I get a little drunk,
and I go home with some crazy punks.
But don't judge me by what I do,
'cause baby you know you want to hit it too.
Shit, you know they all want to hit it.
Yeah, they're just talkin' shit 'cause they want it.
You know, maybe it's these outfits we wear, I mean, I can see your boobies.
Shit my stylist is on a budget, he's just trying to save some fabric.
It really doesn't matter, I'm just gonna end up taking it off anyway.
So what if I'm a little nudie?
It don't mean you're gonna get some booty,
Baby I just want to shake it,
it took mama nine months to make it.
My daisy dukes they fit just right,
they squeeze my coochie really tight.
So that when I shake and dance,
there's a party in my pants.
Shit, I like your daisy dukes, I think they're real classy.
Do I look like a slut?
Is it the way I move my butt?
Is it the way my clothes are cut?
I like to do it, and what?
Do I look like a slut?
Is it the way I move my butt?
Is it how my clothes are cut?
I don't give a fuck.
I saw Mikey on the street yesterday, and do you know what he called me?
What?
He called me a slut.
No.
Yeah.
Honey, don't worry, he's just a fag anyway.
I'm not a fuckin' slut you fucking cock sucker,
your mom's the one letting everyone fuck her.
Everyone knows she's a fuckin' ho,
sucks dick on the corner for a little blow.
Just because I like to freak each and every night of the week,
don't mean I can't resist temptation,
hell I don't give a damn about my reputation.
Shit, you know I'm grade A, top joint, speed baby.
This is one classy ass.
I can't believe she'd get off talkin' shit like that.
I mean she's one to talk.
At least we don't let just anyone stick it in.
what a fucking slut.
Slut!
See on tegelikult väga seksikas lugu.
Ma leian hiljuti lihtsalt, et ma ei leia midagi.
Mu sõbrad vaikselt kaovad kaugemale .. ja kaugemale .. ja kaugemale.
Aa. .samuti, olen tähele pannud, et võibolla ma ise toon selle kaasa ja üritan kõiki ja kõike testida ja analüüsida saboteerides kõik normaalsed sõprussuhted, mis mul on kunagi olnud.
Proovin homme mitte valetada.
Ma loodan, et mingi tüdruk küsib mult kuidas ta välja näeb.
Ma pole tüdrukult korralikku kõrvakiilu veel saanud.
Masendav on see, et sellest 1 inimesest kes seda teksti loeb, ainult 1 võibolla/vahest/natuke/sutsu/pisut hoolib... võibolla.
Noh, Tootseni-poiss loeb ka, kui nüüd päris aus olla.
Bush
Bush tuleb eestisse, yeee.
Miks on vaja protesteerida tema vastu?
Kõik teavad, et ta on idioot ja tema valitsus on halb ja valelik.
Whoop-de-doo. Palun, tehke seda. Istuge vihmas kuni te kõik haigeks jääte ja surete.
Bush naudib oma Kobé lehmaviilu ning joob Crystalli ja meedia katab sündmust sitasti nii kui nii, vahet ei ole.
Võibolla ainult endal hakkab parem meel, kuni meelde ei tule, et saavutatud sai mitte midagi ja peab naasema igapäeva elu juurde.
Hurra.
Kõik ei ole hea, kaugeltki mitte.
Inimesed surevad ja kõik väidavad, et me saame seda muuta.
Jippii, ma jätan õpingud pooleli ja lähen jagan iraaklastele toitu, kuni nad mind kividega viskavad, sest ma olen valge.
Inimesed ei ole head. (<- punkt, näete? All paremas nurgas)
Ehk.. jätke mind rahule, ma ei tule protesteerima, mind ei koti.
Ajukääbik olen.
Ei suuda enda raamidest väljapoole jäävatele objektidele keskenduda.
Ega sa parem ei ole.
Mine mäele ja loe raamatut.
5nizza - Soldat
Mina olen see õige inimene rääkima.
Ei huvita raamatud, ekraanil on alati midagi huvitavat.
Ei taha, ei huvita. Mitte enam.
Mingil hetkel käis mingi nõks ja vsjo lihtsalt ei koti.
Juhtub, mis juhtub, minuga ei juhtu.
Kui ta seda teeb, noh siis ei pane tähele.
Sõtta! Tapame kõik lihtsalt ära. Siis on rahu.
Viimane mees võib granaadi otsa hüpata. Siis oleksime kõik rahul.
Ja siin ka sõnum maailmale.
JÄTA MIND RAHULE, RAISK!
Tõbras oli iidses eestis metsaloom.
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