Gekk framhjá herbergi Söndru í gærkvöldi og heyrði börnin syngja með So Real – Jeff Buckley. Stakk inn höfðinu og sá Albert (9) taka Doolittle úr umslaginu og rétta Söndru (14) til að setja á plötuspilarann
Sandra lítur upp: „Það þarf ekkert DNA próf hér, ha?“
sem siggimus hefur hlýtt á undanfarið
Bonus:
mjög skemmtilegt post punk.
baethoven
It’s a wonderful time
Ekko Astral – sticks and stones
Singing sticks and stones
May break my bones but
Words will never
Commit crimes
I’ve got solidarity with all the missing murdered people
Ekko Astral – devorah
I’ve got solidarity
Do you solidarity?
i90 er lengi í gang, en þegar það loksins kemur, herra minn trúr!
If you walk through a cemetery
Ekko Astral – i90
You’ll find people buried under gravestones of strangers
I have friends still hiding while you throw a parade
Hiding while you throw a parade
If you walk through a cemetery
You’ll find people buried under gravestones of strangers
I have friends still hiding while you throw a parade
Hiding while you throw a parade
If you walk through a cemetery
You’ll find people buried under gravestones of strangers
I have friends still hiding while you throw a parade
Hiding while you throw, hiding while you throw a parade
If you walk through a cemetery
You’ll find people buried under gravestones of strangers
I have friends still hiding, friends still hiding
Friends still hiding, friends still hiding
Það á að gefa börnum brauð
Morðingjarnir – Þjóðarmorð
en ekki sprengja þau í tætlur!
Well Frank settled down out in the Valley and he hung his wild years on a nail that he drove through his wife’s forehead
Tom Waits – Frank’s Wild Years
He sold used office furniture out there on San Fernando Road and assumed a $30,000 loan at 15¼%, put a down payment on a little two-bedroom place
His wife was a spent piece of used jet trash: made good Bloody Marys, kept her mouth shut most of the time, had a little chihuahua named Carlos that had some kind of skin disease and was totally blind.
They had a thoroughly modern kitchen, self-cleaning oven, the whole bit. Frank drove a little Sedan. They were so happy
One night, Frank was on his way home from work, stopped at the liquor store. Picked up a couple Mickey’s Big Mouths, drank ’em in the car on his way to the Shell station. He got a gallon of gas in a can. Drove home, doused everything in the house, torched it, parked across the street, laughing, watching it burn, all Halloween orange and chimney red
Then Frank put on a top 40-station, got on the Hollywood Freeway, and headed north
Never could stand that dog.
Í kvöld hlaut Sandra rokklega fermingu
James, Kirk, Lars og Robert þjónuðu fyrir altari
Hvernig í hártogandi andskotanum gat ég gleymt Built to Spill?
Telma er veik heima. Í sjónvarpinu eru tónlistarmyndbönd.
Taylor Swift: *syngur Blank Space*
Te: *hreyfir varirnar með og dillar sér*
TS: *lemur bíl og ýmislegt fleira með golfkylfu*
Te: „Er hún reið af því hann er alltaf í símanum?“
Kannist þið við krakka sem að kúr’í sandkassa?
Olga Guðrún – Það vantar spýtur af Eniga meniga
Þeim leiðist heldur lífið og eru löngu hætt að krassa
Þau hafa rólað hundrað milljón sinnum út og inn
og mokað sama sandinum í skóinn sinn
