Doar ce m-am intors din Bucuresti. Si parerea mea nu s-a schimbat. Bucurestiul este un oras infect. Un trafic de cacao iar tuturor care citesc acest articol si au permis de conducere, le recomand sa citeasca Ghidul de stat la semafor. In alta ordine de idei, drumul excelent, presarat p-alocuri cu portinui de drum bun, in rest, numai gropi si santiere neterminate dar incepute de luni de zile.
Toate bune si frumoase, pana iesi de pe A2. De la Cernavoda, s-a terminat. Coloana de masini pe zeci de kilometrii care veneau dinspre mare. Dar ce fratilor? Nu v-a placut? Mai stati la mare, unde va grabiti !?!??!
Ce m-a uimit a fost ca n-am vazut decat un radar in Valul lui Traian. In rest, nici o masina de politie care sa stea la panda in localitati. Ceea ce e un lucru bun! Bravo domnilor japcagii. Mult timp petrecut in afara partii carosabile va doresc!
Mai nou, americanii se roaga la benzinarii; bisericile sunt goale! Se roaga sa se ieftineasca pretul barilului de petrol ca ‘e grele’
Ei bine, si marmota noastra s-a ‘adaptat’ vietii si .. ce sa faca si ea? Face provizii. Marmota inveleste benzina-n staniol ))) Nu de alta, da’ se anunta vremuri grele..
Dupa cum ati observat, nu am mai fost prezent la datorie in ultimele zile pentru ca am avut o scurta vacanta. DAR, acum am revenit cu puteri, dar fara timp liber S-a produs o mica schimbare in viata mea, mi-am schimbat locul de munca si nu prea o sa am timp sa mai scriu, dar om trai s-om vedea!
Cat despre vacanta, a fost super ! De vis ! Numai in 4, 2 perechi, eu si BOTick, si Nico cu Mihai. O sa revin cu poze dintr-un loc atat de linistitor incat m-as intoarce oricand si as reface drumul de 8-9 ore pana acolo, fara ezitare!
Versuri:
Whatever
Dre just let it run
Ay yo turn the beat up a little bit
Ay yo, this song is for anyone
Fuck it just shut up and listen
Ay yo
I sit back with this pack of zigzags
And this bag of this weed
It gives me the shit needed to be
The most meanest emcee on this – on this earth
Cause since birth I’ve been cursed with this curse to just cursed
And just blurt this bezerk and bizarre shit that works
And it sells and it helps in its self
To relieve all this tension dispensing me
Sentence is getting it, stress has been eating me recently
All through this chest and I rest to get peacefully
But at least have the decency in you to leave me alone
When you freaks see me out in the streets when I’m eating or feedin’ my daughter
To not come and speak to me
I don’t know you and no I don’t owe you a motherfuckin thing
I’m not Mr. NSYNC and I’m not what your friends think
I’m not Mr. Friendly
I can be a prick, if you tip me my tank is on empty
No patience is in me and if you offend me I’m lifting you ten feet
In the air, I don’t care who was there and who saw me just jaw you
Go call you a lawyer file you a lawsuit
I’ll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe
I’m tired of arguing – I don’t mean to mean but it’s all I can be
It’s just me
And I am
Whatever you say I am
If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, the news, everyday I am
Radio won’t even play my jam
Cause I am
Whatever you say I am
If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, the news, everyday I am
I don’t know it’s just the way I am
Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered
With all of this nonsense it’s constant
And “oh it’s just lyrical content!”
The song “Guilty Conscience” has gotten such rotten responses
And all of this controversy circles me
And it seems like the media immediately points a finger at me
So I point one back at ‘em
But not the index or the pinky or the ring or the thumb
It’s the one you put up when you don’t give a fuck
When you won’t just put up with the bullshit they pull
Cause they full of shit too
When a dude’s gettin bullied and shoots up your school
And they blame it on Marilyn – and the heroin
Where were the parents at?
And look at where it’s at middle America
Now it’s a tragedy
Now it’s so sad to see
An upper class city having this happening
Then attack Eminem cause I rap this way
But I’m glad cause they feed me the fuel
That I need for the fire to burn and it’s burnin’ and I have returned
And I am
Whatever you say I am
If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, the news, everyday I am
Radio won’t even play my jam
Cause I am
Whatever you say I am
If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, the news, everyday I am
I don’t know it’s just the way I am
I’m so sick and tired of being admired
That I wish that I would just die or get fired
And drop from my label and stop with the fables
I’m not gonna be able to top what my name is
And pigeon holdin’ to some poppy sensations
They cop me rotation at Rock ‘N’ Roll stations
And I just do not have the patience
To deal with this cocky Caucasians
Who think I’m some wigga who just tries to be black
Cause I talk with an accent and grab on my balls
So they always keep asking the same fucking questions
What school did I go to?
What hood I grew up in?
The why? The who, what?
When and where and the how?
Till I’m grabbing my hair and I’m tearing it out
You’ve been driving me crazy, I can’t take it
I’m racing, I’m pacing, I stand and I sit
And I’m thankful for every fan that I get
But I can’t take a shit in the bathroom
Without someone standing by it
No I won’t sign your autograph
You can call me an asshole
I’m glad cause
And I am
Whatever you say I am
If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, the news, everyday I am
Radio won’t even play my jam
Cause I am
Whatever you say I am
If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, the news, everyday I am
I don’t know it’s just the way I am
Versuri:
Early to bed + early to rise makes a man or woman miss out on the
nightlife One drink call it an early night Soon you’re curled up ‘neath
the reading light or you bathe in the TV’s blue tint On your pillow an
after-dinner mint Early to bed so you can wait for 2 buses a trolley + a
train I think it’s worth it for you to stay awake Maybe tomorrow you’ll
be a little late, but…
Nu-mi plac introducerile stufoase, asa ca o sa trec direct la subiect:
1. Corect este SAXANA nu sarsana ( = sacosa )
2. Corect este “a da şfară în ţară” nu a da sfoară în ţară. Şfară = fum. Nu are nici o logica sa dai sfoară, ci dai ‘fum’
3. Corect este REPERCUSIUNI, nu repercursiunui
Versuri:
This life don’t last forever (hold my hand)
So tell me what we’re waitin’ for (hold my hand)
Better off being together (hold my hand)
Than being miserable alone (hold my hand)
Cause I’ve been there before
And you’ve been there before
But together we can be alright.
Cause when it gets dark and when it gets cold
We can just hold each other till we see the sunlight
So if you just hold my hand
Baby I promise that I’ll do all I can
Things will get better if you just hold my hand
Nothing can come in between us if you just hold, hold my, hold my, hold my hand.
The nights are getting darker (hold my hand)
And there’s no peace inside (hold my hand)
So why make our lives harder (hold my hand)
By fighting love, tonight.
Cause I’ve been there before
And you’ve been there before
But together we can be alright.
Cause when it gets dark and when it gets cold
We can just hold each other till we see the sunlight
So if you just hold my hand
Baby I promise that I’ll do all I can
Things will get better if you just hold my hand
Nothing can come in between us if you just hold my hand
Versuri:
Strofa 1:
Multi spun ca sunt perfect
Dar am nevoie de tine caci altfel sunt defect
Multi spun ca sunt bogat
Dar eu cersesc fericirea in patul tau sarac
Multi spun ca sunt frumos
Dar fara dragostea ta pot spune ca-s hidos
Multi cred ca sunt genial
Dar fara tine sunt doar un … un tip banal
Refren:
Si multi dintre ei te vor
Sa fi jumatatea lor
I-as bate cu mana mea
Dar mana mea e prea ocupata cu mana ta.
Si crede-ma nu-i usor
Sa lupt contra tuturor
Pe bune i-as injura
Dar gura mea e prea ocupata cu gura ta.
Strofa 2:
Multi spun ca sunt golan
Dar cand esti tu langa mine ma simt un gentelman
Multi vor sa mi te ia
Dar cheia inimii tale e-ascunsa-n inima mea
Multi cred ca n-are rost
Dar niciodata mai sigur in viata mea n-am fost
Multi cred ca pot gandi pentru noi
Dar noi nu-nseamna mai mult, noi inseamna noi 2
Refren:
Si multi dintre ei te vor
Sa fi jumatatea lor
I-as bate cu mana mea
Dar mana mea e prea ocupata cu mana ta.
Si crede-ma nu-i usor
Sa lupt contra tuturor
Pe bune i-as injura
Dar gura mea e prea ocupata cu gura ta.
Mana mea, mana mea o tine strans pe-a ta
Gura mea, gura mea o saruta pe a ta
Ocupat, ocupat doar cu persoana ta
Prea ocupat sa mai sparga altceva
Mana mea, mana mea o tine strans pe-a ta
Gura mea, gura mea o saruta pe a ta
Ocupat, ocupat doar cu persoana ta
Prea ocupat sa mai sparga altceva
Refren:
Si multi dintre ei te vor
Sa fi jumatatea lor
I-as bate cu mana mea
Dar mana mea e prea ocupata cu mana ta.
Si crede-ma nu-i usor
Sa lupt contra tuturor
Pe bune i-as ïnjura
Dar gura mea e prea ocupata cu gura ta.
Nunta Delia
Milano
San Siro
Lugano
Nunta Coman
))) Nu de alta, da’ se anunta vremuri grele..
