ando pelo norte há demasiado tempo xviii

o homem chateia-me um bocado, mas ainda me chateia mais chamarem-lhe "íens" quando o nome dele é "iéns".

por causa desta história toda de canções que soam a outras canções, lembrei-me da katie stelmanis e agora tenho austra a passar enrepite. coisas.

austra

curto-circuito ii

acontece-me o mesmo com esta:

e esta:

o que é capaz de explicar aquela série das ameaças. 

curto-circuito

oiço isto:

mas o que fico a trautear o resto do dia é isto:

dura de ouvido (iv)

acho que vou acabar ameaçada de morte, mas aqui vai:

isto:

é tão igual a isto:

eu sou mais dada à manteiga, mas keso também funciona

[suspiro]

hehehe

¤

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jullängtan

Saw a man in a bar with his hair like a lady
Bloody thorns ’round his ears like he was a crazy
He had holes in his hands and a cross for a spine
Crushed a berry in his Perrier and called it wine
He said, “There’s great sadness in life, but don’t sit there and blub:
Here’s some tickets for your friends to the Jesus Stag Night Club!”
I can’t remember where I was last night
Think I was hanging naked off a church spire
Tied by my ankles to a weathervane
Felt like I was Jesus on fire
Cuffed to the bumper of a big truck
I begged my dad (?) to take me to a strip bar
Drank kerosene slammers through my eyeballs
Drove myself home in a stolen car
Turn a bird upside down and it lies in your fingers like a dead man
When you throw it in the air it’s resurrected from your hand
We went to a motel, he showed me his Bible
I said, “Tell me the truth,” while he looked me in the eyeball
He said, “There’s great happiness in life but don’t just sit there in love:
Here’s some tickets for your friends to the Jesus Stag Night Club!”
I can’t remember where I was last night
Think I was getting on a night bus
Lyin’ on the laps of my good friends
Judas Priest and Lazarus
I’m getting married in the big bad morning
But it feels like I’m giving birth
I feel so happy I could scream
“This is my last few seconds on Earth”
Saw a man in the street lying on the floor beaten up
He had a fish finger sandwich and a yellow M coffee cup
I bent down drunk and tried to pick him up
But when I turned around I could see…it was Jesus…
I can’t remember where I was last night
Think I was hanging on a church spire
Tied by my ankles to a weathervane
Felt like I was Jesus on fire
Cuffed to the bumper of a big truck
I begged my dad to take me to a strip bar
Drank kerosene slammers through my eyeballs
Drove myself home in a stolen car
I can’t remember where I was last night
Think I was getting on a night bus
Lyin’ on the laps of my good friends
Judas Priest and Lazarus
I’m getting married in the big bad morning
But it feels like I’m giving birth
I feel so happy I could scream
“This is my last few seconds on Earth!”

hehe

"I have a black cat. His name is Lucifer. But I don’t have an apartment at the moment, so my ex-boyfriend is still looking after my cat. Which is really ironic, my ex-boyfriend still has my pussy.” 

uau

ontem achei piada

a isto. e sei de alguém que me vai dizer que não desenvolve. [suspiro]

the lost park

listener

(seria um bocadinho demais roubar o título também, não? mas eu queria...
i lost my friend to sadness)

fazem-nos lembrar destas coisas e elas depois não nos largam o corpo

não me queixo

patti smith

por causa disto lembrei-me.

dura de ouvido (iii)

olha outro!

os franceses amigos do apocalipse:

e os suecos em tributo aos anos 80:

(o princípio é igual a outra coisa, mas o que me apeteceu comparar foi isto.
aliás, isto é mas é um copy&paste gigantesco... e se calhar é suposto ser mesmo assim.)

dura de ouvido (ii)

aquele (ii) ali no título é porque isto é da mesma raça que isto.

ora vamos lá encontrar as diferenças entre a menina canadiana (que entretanto mudou de máscara):

e a menina-prodígio americana:

já há um bocado que me anda a incomodar

isto:

blonde redhead

é igual a isto:

mew

igualzinho.