joi, aprilie 9

Fuck you very much

Imi place melodia asta mult de tot. E de pe albumul lui Lily Allen, "It's not me, it's you"... Si... cred ca este un mesaj destul de bun pentru toti mitocanii, nemernicii, ipocritii, toti baietii care isi bat joc de fete intr-un fel sau altul, direct sau indirect. E cu directie postul asta! Clar! AICI melodia!
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Lily Allen - Fuck you very much
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Look inside, look inside your tiny mind
Then look a bit harder'
Cause we're so uninspired, so sick and tired
Of all the hatred you harbor
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So you say it's not okay to be gay
Well, I think you're just evil
You're just some racist who can't tie my laces
Your point of view is medieval
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Fuck you, fuck you very, very much'
Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch
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Fuck you, fuck you very, very much'
Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch
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Do you get, do you get a little kick
Out of being small minded?
You want to be like your father
It's approval you're after
Well, that's not how you find it
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Do you, do you really enjoy
Living a life that's so hateful?
'Cause there's a hole where your soul should be
You're losing control a bit
And it's really distasteful
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Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch
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Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch
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Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you
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You say you think we need to go to war
Well, you're already in one
'Cause it's people like you that need to get slew
No one wants your opinion
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Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch
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Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch
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Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you

joi, aprilie 2

Poveste

S-a trezit de dimineata cu fata la cearsaf. Sunase ceasul, dar cine sa il auda?! Oboseala acumulata de-a lungul timpului isi spune cuvantul. Era trista, cosmarurile ii dau iarasi batai de cap. Nu putea spune ca se repeta, dar se trezeste tremurand, plangand, suferind inauntrul sau. Incearca de ceva timp sa gaseasca o explicatie pentru tot ce i se intampla. Fara folos.


Mirosul de menta, emisiunile proaste de la televizor, cafeaua aia care zace pe aragaz de ieri... Asteptase niste prieteni pe la ea, dar n-au venit... Renuntase sa isi mai puna intrebari legate de motivele lor, renuntase sa caute explicatii. E mult mai simplu sa accepti ceea ce se intampla decat sa gasesti rostul tuturor faptelor pe care le vezi sau prin care treci. E mult mai usor sa te conformezi cu anumite chestii decat sa cauti nod in papura. Fara niciun fel de batai de cap... E mai bine asa...


Asteptarea, nesiguranta, sufletul ei, toate dor. Se aseaza pe canapea, analizeaza din nou decorul, vrea sa evadeze. Pune pe repeat melodia ei preferata. Si o asculta la nesfarsit. Vecinii nu s-au saturat oare? Nimic din tot ceea ce face sau spune nu mai are niciun sens.


Asteapta sa apara cineva care sa schimbe totul, sa ii dea motive sa fie fericita, sa zambeasca la fel cum o facea inainte. Nu mai e mult pana mai e foarte putin.
Stai uneori si te gandesti cine, de ce, cum, pentru ce... Si nu gasesti raspuns. Acum chiar nu mai vreau sa mai aflu nimic. Nu stiu daca asta reprezinta plafonare sau acceptare. Poate ca nici nu ma intereseaza... Sau poate ca da. Poate ca sunt versiunea matura a Mariucai. Sau poate ca nu. Prea multi "poate" si prea putini "deloc", prea multe fapte si prea putine vorbe.