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lunedì 3 dicembre 2012

not that I'm complaining but I've had just ten hours training.



We fighter pilots
Fought the German chaps
In World War II

In Hurricanes and Spitfires
Performed feats of derring-do

The finest British pilots
That the world could hope to have

Binky! Stinky! Squiffy! Franstisek! And Stansislav! Hold fire, is that some foreign chaps
Risking their necks?
That's right! Some of the bravest men
Were Polish and Czech!

We like to fire
Beating Jerries' our one desire
Yeah yeah! All we do each night is pray
We'll live to fight another day
Take That Hitler!
My name is Douglas Barder
Let me tell of my ordeal
Lost both legs in an accident
These ones are not real (They're not real)
I left the air force after that
Flying was a hobby
But when war broke in '39
Came back! (Just like Robbie)

Shot down 22 of them
Led the air attack
Till finally the Luftwaffe
Hit me back! Oh no pretty baby

His plane on fire!
Stuck in a cold
Such a shame to retire
Yeah yeah!

Never forget this great man's story
And his role in Britain's glory

We flew in tough conditions
Lucky to survive five missions
Not that I'm complaining
But I've had just ten hours training

Epic dogfights in the sky
Outnumbered, that's why
We're now known by you
As The Few...

Phew, he missed me!
Ooooh, ahhh


The Battle of Britain
Was our pilots' finest hour
Although it seemed at first
The Germans were the stronger power
(Oh, so strong)

We mustered all our courage
In summer 1940
Scrambled Air Force squadrons to fly
Sortie after sortie

Saw Nazi invasion off
Just as airmen should
Our bravery meant Hitler
Wouldn't be back for good
No, no

We beat the Fuhrer
Without us frequent flyers
Your life would be poorer
Yeah yeah!

Britain securer
Our stories of heroics will forever endure
Wow, yeah yeah!
So I think you'll find its true...

"Never in the field of human conflict,
was so much owed, by so many, to so few." - Winston Churchill


NON LO POSSO PIU' FARE, FERMATEMI, NON FATEMI PIU' SALIRE SUL TUBO, PREGO IDDIO, HO PAURA.

of badness I'm the daddy!



The famous Roman empire
Was the biggest, meanest neighbourhood
We four were the baddest emperors
And by bad we don't mean good
Woohoo!

My name is Caligula
A rotten Roman big-ula
If you told me a fib-ula
I'd hack your hands to stumps!

One time I killed a priest
Who'd come to sacrifice a beast
You think it's sad that he's deceased
We all laughed like chumps!

I'm very hairy, but take note
If you so much as whisper 'goat'
With an iron rod you will be smoked
I'm in a good mood today so I won't slit your throat!

I'm bad! (He's bad!)
A shameless rotten cad!
Do you still have limbs since meeting me?
Then I guess you should be glaaaad...
Hoohoo!

Your nastiness was fabulous
But my name's Elagabalus
And I was far, far worse
Just listen to my verse...

I was quite notorious
For catapulting venomous snakes at
Rome's enormous crowds
Oh how they fled, huh huh!

If you won a lottery prize
I'd give you bees, dead dogs and flies
My house-guests got a nice surprise-
A lion in their bed!

You'd think to children I'd be cuter
No-o! I was their biggest executer
Used the guts to read the future
Says here I should get a job as a school tutor!

I'm bad! (He's bad!)
Could argue I was sad
Hated through our empire
From Great Britain to Baghdaaaad...
Hoohoo!

Afraid your claim is bogus
'Cause my name is Commodus
And no-one else could be
A worse emperor than me!

There never was a greater
Pretend gladiator
If the booing got too loud
Made the lions fight the crowd!

Just one man was grander
Julius Alexander
So I killed him see
'Cause I'm the emperor, me!

I'm bad! (He's bad!)
My actions truly rad!
You only got the emperor's job
'Cause you were chosen by your daaaad...

To me you all score zero
My name is Emperor Nero
Evil men, you're not
I'm the worstest of the lot!

Wooo!

My rule was full of fear-o
Yet men from far and near-o
Called me a fighting hero
Or I would have them slain!

Changed the Olympic season
So the medals went to me-son
Burned Christians for no reason
Just a fun game I played, y'know!

Poisoned my step brother
Ordered men to kill my mother
Tried to drown her but she fled
So I had her stabbed instead!

Wait! There's more!

To my first wife, dear Octavia
I showed truly bad behaviour
Chopped her head off, gave it to
My girlfriend, who I then killed too!

I'm bad! So baddy!
Of badness I'm the daddy!
Come on I wanna see
A more evil bloke than me! Yeah!

We're bad! Real bad!
Nothing more to add
We all thought that we were awful
But you are really truly maaaad...
Woohoo!

I'm the baddest emperor the Romans ever had.

venerdì 30 novembre 2012

all you wanted I could be.

icon by
feeling coooooold!
listening johnny rzeznik, I'm still here

I am a question to the world,
not an answer to be heard,
all a moment that's held in your arms
and what do you think you'd ever say?
I won't listen anyway, you don't know me
and I’ll never be what you want me to be.
--
And what do you think you'd understand?
I'm a boy, no, I'm a man,
you can take me and throw me away,
and how can you learn what's never shown?
yeah, you stand here on your own.
--
They don't know me 'cause I'm not here.
--
And I want a moment to be real,
wanna touch things I don't feel,
wanna hold on and feel I belong,
and how can the world want me to change?
they’re the ones that stay the same.
--
They don’t know me 'cause I’m not here.
--
And you see the things they never see,
all you wanted I could be,
now you know me and I'm not afraid
and I wanna tell you who I am,
can you help me be a man?
--
They can't break me as long as I know who I am.
--
And I want a moment to be real,
wanna touch things I don't feel,
wanna hold on and feel I belong,
and how can the world want me to change?
they can’t see me, but I’m still here.
--
They can’t tell me who to be ‘cause I’m not what they see.
--
And the world is still sleepin’
while I keep on dreamin’ for me,
and their words are just whispers
and lies that I’ll never believe.
--
And I want a moment to be real,
wanna touch things I don't feel,
wanna hold on and feel I belong,
and how can they say I never change?
they’re the ones that stay the same.
--
I’m the one now, ‘cause I’m still here.
--
I’m the one ‘cause I’m still here,
I’m still here, I’m still here,
I’m still here.


Oggi abbiamo rivisto la Svad, che mi è mancata abbastanza, ragazza che è immagine della tenerezza. Per il resto è stata a grandissime linee una giornata inutile, però la Cì mi ha fatto divertire tanto, e anche la Luana, e la Linda è stata adorabile, mentre la Chiaraferrari fa confusione fra i supereroi.
X - (...) così poi ti trovo a vomitare verde e arrampicarti sui muri.
C - Divento Spiderwoman!
X - Sì, ma io stavo citando l'Esorcista.
C - Non è giusto! Io voglio essere morsa da un ragno radioattivo.
X - Dove lo vuoi trovare un ragno radioattivo a Seregno!
C - Non me ne frega niente! Voglio la cintura con i gadget!
X - Quello è Batman.
C - ... Ne sei sicura? Si arrampica anche quello.
X - CAZZO, CHIARA.
EH, CAZZO, CHIARA.

No, ma non è amica mia. Non la conosco. Ogni tanto mi dà un passaggio in macchina, ma io non ho comunque idea di chi ella sia.

Prima raccontavo alla Emme che attendo il nuovo episodio di Elementary e un po' s'è offesa perché HO TRADITO LA GRANDE FIDUCIA NEI CONFRONTI DELLA BBC. Chemmerda, mica sono sposata con la BBC, e comunque parlano di un ulteriore ritardo delle riprese, e ciò mi rende triste e mi getta fra le braccia di molta altra gente, il Miller in prima fila perché gli voglio tanto bene.

Se non fosse un telefilm che parla di Sherlock Holmes -- se si fosse trattato di un normalissimo procedurale dominato da questa relazione meravigliosa ma assolutamente platonica (che poi è fra il Miller e Lucy Liu, cristiddio) ma se il personaggio di lui si fosse chiamato Peppino il Giovane avrebbe avuto su di me lo stesso effetto.
Inoltre il fandom inglese si è riempito di BDSM, e ci posso stare benissimo perché il modo in cui Sherlock gonfia il petto quando spiega a Joan delle proprie teorie è una cosa adorabilissima e il sesso è ovviamente il passo successivo. Dai, insomma, sono carini.

Mettete il Joanlock nei vostri cannoni!

Va be', voglio parlare con Marco e poi vedermi Le Cinque Leggende, e se ho ancora tempo e voglia anche Prometheus. 8TRACKS ha monopolizzato la mia esistenza negli ultimi due giorni, ho impedito a chiunque di contattarmi su facebook o quel whatsappdemmerda perché mi fa saltare la connessione e le canzoni s'interrompono.

GLI AUGURI ALLA NONNA. Corro.