quarta-feira, 1 de julho de 2009


Overstepping the line has become the highlight of the day. Apparently that's how one achieves true recognition.

Who can argue that?

It is useless trying to understand, as comprehension and simpathy are pretty far-fetched concepts just about now. Being a dickhead has become a must, or so it seems.

However, once in a while, this tendency is broken. Fortunately.

Fuck. It isn't ok. Not by a long shot, mate!


Get in on

I had to get up to get down to start all over again
Head on down to the basement and shout
Kick those white mice and black dogs out
Kick those white mice and baboons out
Kick those baboons and other motherfuckers out
And get it on get it on get it on
On the day that you got born
They had to dig him the ground
They chipped him from the frozen snow
They dug his monkey fingers
But he had no where to go
They dug his pink hair curlers
They dug his sequined gown
They dug his Stratocaster
They dug his pornographic crown
He's got some words of wisdom!


He crawled out of the ooze
He defied evolution
He had green flippers and sang the blues
He caused a revolution
He got in the British weeklies
He got in the dailies too
He drank panther piss
And fucked the girls you're married too
He's got some words of wisdom

On the day that you were born

You gotta do The Vaughan
Yeah, papa's down
Sweets is sweet
Tex is on

Then one day he went away
His neighbour claimed he'd shot him
If he hadn't of dissappeared
The Taxman would have got him

Yeah but before I leave
I call out from the storm
For those who gave their lives
So we could get it on


On the day that you got born!

[Obri-fucking-gado Nick!]

1 comentário:

  1. Como pareço ser eu a actualizar este blogue, por razões que, de resto, desconheço, achei por bem incluir aqui uma das citações de que mais gosto. Vem ela do filme "Pulp Fiction", uma conhecida pérola de Quentin Tarantino da qual gosto bastante. Aqui vai disto:

    "Jules: Wanna know what I'm buyin' Ringo?

    Pumpkin: What?

    Jules: Your life. I'm givin' you that money so I don't hafta kill your ass. You read the Bible?

    Pumpkin: Not regularly.

    Jules: There's a passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you. I been sayin' that shit for years. And if you ever heard it, it meant your ass. I never really questioned what it meant. I thought it was just a cold-blooded thing to say to a motherfucker before you popped a cap in his ass. But I saw some shit this mornin' made me think twice. Now I'm thinkin': it could mean you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr. 9mm here, he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could be you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth. The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm tryin', Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be the shepherd."

    C'est ça. A magia do Copiar + Colar...