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Boyproge

Captain supernatural & Born from The Wood:)

Missä vuodenvaihteen vietitkään?Tiistai 01.01.2008 06:35

Olin vuoden vaihtuessa kolmosen ratikas matkal Koffinpuistoon. Katoin siit kortinluku laitteesta kelloo.

Congratulations by Paul SimonSunnuntai 16.12.2007 02:50

Congratulations
Oh, seems like you've done It again
And I ain't had such misery
Since I don't know when
Oh, and I don't know when, oh, and I don't know when

I notice so many people
Slipping away
And many more waiting in the lines
In the courtrooms today
In the courtrooms today

Love is not a game
Love Is not a toy
Love's no romance
Love will do you in
And love will wash you out
And needless to say
You won't stand a chance, you won't stand a chance
I'm hungry for learning

Won't you answer me please
Can a man a woman
Live together in peace
Oh, live together in peace

Meitsin synttörit 14. joulukuuta<3<3Lauantai 15.12.2007 00:32

Mulla on todella hyvät,kivat ja mukavat synttörit parhaimmat synttörit ikinä ku tapas niin hyvii ystävii että oksat pois ja kakki yhtä aikaa, oon niin onnellinen nyt ku juhlat jatkuu viel, tapasin mun nykysestä skolesta ystävii, naapurista yhen ja vanhoja skole ystävii kolme kaikki ovat todella mukavii ja kivoja ihmisiä pidän heistä kaikista:):) on tähän asti todella onnistuneet synttörit:)

Mun synttöreillä on/oli niin hauskaa että oksat pois:)
Muistan nää mun synttörit Brucen uudesta albumista koska sain sen synttörilahjaks:)

Tää päivä kuuluu onnellisimpiin hetkiin ja päiviin mun elämässä ikinä:)

My godTorstai 13.12.2007 22:57

People - what have you done
locked Him in His golden cage.
Made Him bend to your religion
Him resurrected from the grave.
He is the god of nothing
if that's all that you can see.
You are the god of everything
He's inside you and me.
So lean upon Him gently
and don't call on Him to save you
from your social graces
and the sins you used to waive.
The bloody Church of England
in chains of history
requests your earthly presence at
the vicarage for tea.
And the graven image you-know-who
with His plastic crucifix
he's got him fixed
confuses me as to who and where and why
as to how he gets his kicks.
Confessing to the endless sin
the endless whining sounds.
You'll be praying till next Thursday to
all the gods that you can count.

SanomaSunnuntai 09.12.2007 20:46

Hei ihmisolennot lukekaas uusin Voima lehti niin tiedätte missä oikeasti mennään!

ja jättäkää ne kaikki roskalehdet sivuun

roskalehtiä ovat esim: City, iltasanomat/iltalehti, seiska... jne

ei roskalehdistä sanomaa saa teidän rahapussi vaan kiertää eri kaupois
Nykymaailman ihmiskunta on jakautunut kahtia tiedostaviin ja niihin jotka eivät tiedosta, kun ajatellaan menneisyyttä niin aina jokin toinen kansakunta/heimo tai impperium on tuhonnut tai syrjäyttänyt jonkin toisen kansakunnan. Niin nykyään ne jotka ovat tiedostamattomia niin syrjäyttävät ensin tiedostavat ja myöhemmin tuhoutuvat omaan tiedostamattomuuteensa.

The Beatles - A Day in The LifePerjantai 09.11.2007 01:24

A Day in the Life

Report a Mistake!
I read the news today oh boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well I just had to laugh
I saw the photograph

He blew his mind out in a car
He didn't notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They'd seen his face before
Nobody was really sure
If he was from the House of Lords.

I saw a film today oh boy
The English Army had just won the war
A crowd of people turned away
But I just had to look
Having read the book.

I'd love to turn you on ...

Woke up, got out of bed,
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup,
And looking up I noticed I was late.

Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke,
And somebody spoke and I went into a dream.

I heard the news today oh boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes it takes
To fill the Albert Hall.

I'd love to turn you on.

Autot ovat tielläLauantai 27.10.2007 03:16

Autot ovat selvästikkin vaan meidän tiellämme

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead




Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin',
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin',
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.








A Song for A Small cigarTiistai 10.07.2007 20:24


"A Small Cigar"

A small cigar can change the world
I know, I've done it frequently at parties
Where I've won all the guests' attention
With my generosity and suave gentlemanly bearing
A little flat tin case is all you need
Breast-pocket conversation opener
And one of those ciggie lighters that look rather good
You can throw away when empty
Must be declared a great success
My small cigars all vanish within minutes

Excuse me, mine host, that I may visit
A nearby tobacconist
To replenish my supply of small cigars
And make the party swing again

I know my clothes seem shabby
And don't fit this Hampstead soiree
Where unread copies of Rolling Stone
Well-thumbed Playboys
Decorate the hi-fi stereo record shelves
If you ask me they're on their way
To upper-middle-class oblivion
The stupid twits, they roll their only
One cigarette between them
My small cigar's redundant now
In the haze of smoking pleasure
Call it a day
Get the hell away
Go down the cafe
For a cup of real tea

By the tube station, there's a drunk old fool
Who sells papers in the rush hour
I hand to him ten small cigars
He smiles, says, ``Son, God bless you''

A small cigar
Has changed his world, my friend
A small cigar
Has changed the world again

A small cigar . . .