there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him
в сущности, разницы нет, было бы, в кого ткнуться носом. мой нос отчаянно замёрз.
я хочу ветра и моря и песка и серости. оказываясь на Приморской, я лелею надежду, что меня развеет по ветру. Нева нева вена. по венам Питера, ЛОЛ. безосновательно всё.
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him
Earlier this week (March 8), Geoff Barrow revealed that Portishead were planning to record a fourth album – the follow-up to 2008's 'Third'.
Barrow told The Quietus: "We've been getting together recently and talking about lots of stuff. There's definitely going to be another record, we're just going to get on it as soon as my studio gets working."
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him
frozen legs and monkey hands the ultimate combination.
да, мне понадобилось увидеть это три раза, чтобы понять, кого изображает Ноэль в конце эээ dark penetrating theatre. даа, я снова говорю со своим дневничком, агааа
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him
мне всегда было не по себе от этой песни. не потому что я весь из себя такой непонятый, а как раз потому что я всегда был более чем ординарным. блядство. начало клипа интригующее лол
I've seen and done things I want to forget; coming from an unearthly place Longing to see a woman's face Instead of the words that gather pace The words that maketh murder.
These these these are the words- The words that maketh murder. These these these are the words- The words that maketh murder. These these these are the words- Murder...
These these these are the words- The words that maketh murder.
I've seen and done things I want to forget; I've seen a corporal whose nerves were shot Climbing behind the fierce gone sun I've seen flies swarming everyone Soldiers fell like lumps of meat.
These are the words the words are these. death lingering stunk Flies swarming everyone Over the whole summit peak Flesh quivering in the heat. This was something else again. I fear it cannot be explained. The words that make the words that make Murder.