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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-7376035684508325827</id><published>2011-06-10T12:03:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T12:24:21.055+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katzenjammer'/><title type='text'>Katzenjammer: Tea With Cinnamon</title><content type='html'>Wake again&lt;br /&gt;To tea with cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;Some honey on a spoon&lt;br /&gt;It is almost noon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;To shed my morning tears&lt;br /&gt;Just can't be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Lord knows that I tried&lt;br /&gt;That I tried&lt;br /&gt;That I tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;It's so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;It's so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;But it's not real&lt;br /&gt;It's not real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright the Sun&lt;br /&gt;The day is almost gone&lt;br /&gt;I sit and drink Champaigne&lt;br /&gt;I am very sane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell this tea&lt;br /&gt;And dream of what could be&lt;br /&gt;Defeated yet again&lt;br /&gt;A tea with cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;As many pray remain&lt;br /&gt;I might bounce back my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;It's so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;It's so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;But it's not real&lt;br /&gt;It's not real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time&lt;br /&gt;And I can feel so bright&lt;br /&gt;My pulse is beating fast&lt;br /&gt;This will never last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day is gone&lt;br /&gt;and I can not run&lt;br /&gt;The time is closing in&lt;br /&gt;Let me sleep again&lt;br /&gt;Let it begin&lt;br /&gt;Let it begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;It's so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;It's so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;But it's not real&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;It's so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;It's so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;But it's not real&lt;br /&gt;It's not real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="popup" onclick="popup_youbox('fKxfiQCfEVI');" title=""&gt;Watch this video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-7376035684508325827?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/7376035684508325827/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=7376035684508325827' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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You Were Here</title><content type='html'>So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,&lt;br /&gt;blue skies from pain.&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?&lt;br /&gt;A smile from a veil?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can tell?&lt;br /&gt;And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;Hot ashes for trees?&lt;br /&gt;Hot air for a cool breeze?&lt;br /&gt;Cold comfort for change?&lt;br /&gt;And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?&lt;br /&gt;How I wish, how I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,&lt;br /&gt;Running over the same old ground.&lt;br /&gt;What have you found? The same old fears.&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="popup" onclick="popup_youbox('EAchKt2xjsw');" title=""&gt;Watch this video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-3833099613094188508?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/3833099613094188508/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=3833099613094188508' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/3833099613094188508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/3833099613094188508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2008/01/pink-floyd-wish-you-were-here.html' title='Pink Floyd: Wish You Were Here'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-5534677726674865940</id><published>2007-10-12T22:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T22:35:56.800+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABBA'/><title type='text'>ABBA: The Winner Takes It All</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_-1" FlashVars="id=-1&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9Sdo5yd15CepBXbpdHd/ABBA%2520-%2520The%2520Winner%2520Takes%2520It%2520All.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=0&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna talk&lt;br /&gt;About the things we’ve gone through&lt;br /&gt;Though it’s hurting me&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s history&lt;br /&gt;I’ve played all my cards&lt;br /&gt;And that’s what you’ve done too&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more to say&lt;br /&gt;No more ace to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner takes it all&lt;br /&gt;The loser standing small&lt;br /&gt;Beside the victory&lt;br /&gt;That’s her destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I belonged there&lt;br /&gt;I figured it made sense&lt;br /&gt;Building me a fence&lt;br /&gt;Building me a home&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I’d be strong there&lt;br /&gt;But I was a fool&lt;br /&gt;Playing by the rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gods may throw a dice&lt;br /&gt;Their minds as cold as ice&lt;br /&gt;And someone way down here&lt;br /&gt;Loses someone dear&lt;br /&gt;The winner takes it all&lt;br /&gt;The loser has to fall&lt;br /&gt;It’s simple and it’s plain&lt;br /&gt;Why should I complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tell me does she kiss&lt;br /&gt;Like I used to kiss you?&lt;br /&gt;Does it feel the same&lt;br /&gt;When she calls your name?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere deep inside&lt;br /&gt;You must know I miss you&lt;br /&gt;But what can I say&lt;br /&gt;Rules must be obeyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges will decide&lt;br /&gt;The likes of me abide&lt;br /&gt;Spectators of the show&lt;br /&gt;Always staying low&lt;br /&gt;The game is on again&lt;br /&gt;A lover or a friend&lt;br /&gt;A big thing or a small&lt;br /&gt;The winner takes it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna talk&lt;br /&gt;If it makes you feel sad&lt;br /&gt;And I understand&lt;br /&gt;You’ve come to shake my hand&lt;br /&gt;I apologize&lt;br /&gt;If it makes you feel bad&lt;br /&gt;Seeing me so tense&lt;br /&gt;No self-confidence&lt;br /&gt;But you see&lt;br /&gt;The winner takes it all&lt;br /&gt;The winner takes it all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-5534677726674865940?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/5534677726674865940/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=5534677726674865940' title='2 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/5534677726674865940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/5534677726674865940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2007/10/abba-winner-takes-it-all.html' title='ABBA: The Winner Takes It All'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-2542723438238640112</id><published>2007-10-03T09:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T09:38:17.260+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imogen Heap'/><title type='text'>Imogen Heap: Hide and Seek</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_0" flashvars="id=0&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9ycl9mclhmLn9Gbi5ybpRWYy9icm5SZlJnZuY3byVWdnFGZ/Imogen%2520Heap%2520-%2520Hide%2520and%2520Seek.rbs&amp;amp;&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;amp;crossfader=0&amp;amp;replay=1&amp;amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are we? What the hell is going on?&lt;br /&gt;The dust has only just begun to form,&lt;br /&gt;Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Spin me round again and rub my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;This can't be happening.&lt;br /&gt;When busy streets a mess with people&lt;br /&gt;would stop to hold their heads heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide and seek.&lt;br /&gt;Trains and sewing machines.&lt;br /&gt;All those years they were here first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oily marks appear on walls&lt;br /&gt;Where pleasure moments hung before.&lt;br /&gt;The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide and seek.&lt;br /&gt;Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won't catch me around here)&lt;br /&gt;Blood and tears, they were here first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, what you say?&lt;br /&gt;Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, what you say?&lt;br /&gt;Mm, that it's all for the best? Ah of course it is.&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, what you say?&lt;br /&gt;Mm, that it's just what we need? And you decided this.&lt;br /&gt;Mmm what you say?&lt;br /&gt;What did she say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.&lt;br /&gt;Speak no feeling, no I dont believe you.&lt;br /&gt;You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.&lt;br /&gt;Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.&lt;br /&gt;You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't care a bit.&lt;br /&gt;You don't care a bit.&lt;br /&gt;You don't care a bit.&lt;br /&gt;You don't care a bit.&lt;br /&gt;You don't care a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="popup" onclick="popup_youbox('5cpSv2mNhhc');" title=""&gt;Watch this video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-2542723438238640112?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/2542723438238640112/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=2542723438238640112' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/2542723438238640112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/2542723438238640112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2007/10/imogen-heap-hide-and-seek.html' title='Imogen Heap: Hide and Seek'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-6396580419226624737</id><published>2007-09-09T15:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T15:40:41.844+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink Martini'/><title type='text'>Pink Martini: Dosvedanya Mio Bambino</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJ2bpRWYSVWaoN2bvN1LyZmLlVmcm5SN3U3bhlWb/Pink%2520Martini%2520-%2520Dosvedanya%2520Mio%2520Bombino.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=0&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The samovar is full of tea&lt;br /&gt;You stare unblinkingly at me&lt;br /&gt;While your car waits in the freezing rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know your soul calls Moscows home&lt;br /&gt;But your heart belongs to Rome&lt;br /&gt;So for years I've followed you in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh, will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;What you are&lt;br /&gt;Dosvedanya mio bambino&lt;br /&gt;Dosvedanya mio bambino&lt;br /&gt;There is a place where only you alone go&lt;br /&gt;There is a world that only you alone know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along an endless balcony&lt;br /&gt;Above the Adriatic sea&lt;br /&gt;I tried to storm the Kremlin of your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Florence we were on the mend&lt;br /&gt;But that mazurka had to end&lt;br /&gt;We missed the naked trees of Gorky Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh, will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;What you've lost&lt;br /&gt;Dosvedanya mio bambino&lt;br /&gt;Dosvedanya mio bambino&lt;br /&gt;There is a place where only you alone go&lt;br /&gt;There is a world that only you alone know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh, will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;What you have&lt;br /&gt;Dosvedanya mio bambino&lt;br /&gt;Dosvedanya mio bambino&lt;br /&gt;There is a place where only you alone go&lt;br /&gt;There is a world that only you alone know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard you finally settled down&lt;br /&gt;In a warm Italian town&lt;br /&gt;So I took the train to see you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your wife is sweet and you're well fed&lt;br /&gt;Your daughter tucked away in bed&lt;br /&gt;Still you looked at me with great despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear snow is falling on Red Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Valderi valdera&lt;br /&gt;Valderi valdera&lt;br /&gt;Valderi valdera&lt;br /&gt;My knapsack on my back"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-6396580419226624737?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/6396580419226624737/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=6396580419226624737' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/6396580419226624737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/6396580419226624737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2007/09/pink-martini-dosvedanya-mio-bambino.html' title='Pink Martini: Dosvedanya Mio Bambino'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-7479563631618445385</id><published>2007-09-05T18:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T19:18:03.346+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zorán'/><title type='text'>Zorán: Apám Hitte</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3L1hmL3VnLzVHZslmY/Apam%2520hitte.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=0&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apám hitte az otthon melegét,&lt;br /&gt;Apám hitte az ünnep örömét,&lt;br /&gt;Apám hitte az apja örökét,&lt;br /&gt;S úgy hiszem, ez így volt szép.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apám hitte az első éjszakát,&lt;br /&gt;Apám hitte a gyűrű aranyát,&lt;br /&gt;Apám hitte a szavak igazát,&lt;br /&gt;S úgy hiszem, ez így volt szép.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S úgy hiszem, ez így volt szép.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apám hitte a hőstetteket,&lt;br /&gt;Apám hitte a bölcsességeket,&lt;br /&gt;Apám hitte a szép verseket,&lt;br /&gt;S úgy hiszem, ez így volt szép.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apám elhitte a hírmondók szavát,&lt;br /&gt;Apám elhitte Chaplin bánatát,&lt;br /&gt;Apám elhitte a folyók irányát,&lt;br /&gt;S azt hiszem, ez így van jól.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azt hiszem ez így van jól.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Én is hiszek egy-két szép dologban,&lt;br /&gt;Hiszek a dalban, a dalban, a dalban.&lt;br /&gt;És én hiszek a város zajában,&lt;br /&gt;És én hiszek benne, s magamban.&lt;br /&gt;És én hiszek a mikrobarázdában,&lt;br /&gt;És én hiszek a táguló világban.&lt;br /&gt;És én hiszek a lézersugárban,&lt;br /&gt;És én hiszek az ezredfordulóban.&lt;br /&gt;És én hiszek a kvadrofóniában,&lt;br /&gt;És én hiszek a fegyver halálában.&lt;br /&gt;És én hiszek a folyóban s a hídban,&lt;br /&gt;És én hiszek, hiszek hiszek apámban!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-7479563631618445385?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/7479563631618445385/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=7479563631618445385' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/7479563631618445385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/7479563631618445385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2007/09/zorn-apm-hitte.html' title='Zorán: Apám Hitte'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-7578310328741361716</id><published>2007-09-04T07:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T07:55:16.733+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Janis Joplin'/><title type='text'>Janis Joplin: Piece of my Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3L14iMuc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3Lt92YuEWZnF2Zl1mL3d3d/Janis%2520Joplin%2520Piece%2520My%2520Heart.mp3.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=0&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I make you feel like you were the only man, well yeah,&lt;br /&gt;An' didn't I give you nearly everything that a woman possibly can ?&lt;br /&gt;Honey, you know I did!&lt;br /&gt;And each time I tell myself that I, well I think I've had enough,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna show you, baby, that a woman can be tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to come on, come on, come on, come on and take it,&lt;br /&gt;Take another little piece of my heart now, baby,&lt;br /&gt;Break another little bit of my heart now, darling, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Have another little piece of my heart now, baby.&lt;br /&gt;You know you got it if it makes you feel good,&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're out on the streets looking good, and baby,&lt;br /&gt;Deep down in your heart I guess you know that it ain't right,&lt;br /&gt;Never never never never never never hear me when I cry at night.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I cry all the time!&lt;br /&gt;And each time I tell myself that I, well I can't stand the pain,&lt;br /&gt;But when you hold me in your arms, I'll sing it once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say come on, come on, come on, come on, yeah take it!&lt;br /&gt;Take another little piece of my heart now, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Break another little bit of my heart now, darling, yeah,&lt;br /&gt;Have another little piece of my heart now, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Well, You know you got it, child, if it makes you feel good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to come on, come on, come on, come on and take it,&lt;br /&gt;Take another little piece of my heart now, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Break another little bit of my heart, honey, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Have another little piece of my heart now, baby,&lt;br /&gt;You know you got it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take another little piece of my heart now, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Break another little bit of my heart, and darling, yeah yeah yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Have another little piece of my heart now, baby,&lt;br /&gt;You know you got it, child, if it makes you feel good...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-7578310328741361716?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/7578310328741361716/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=7578310328741361716' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/7578310328741361716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/7578310328741361716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2007/09/janis-joplin-piece-of-my-heart.html' title='Janis Joplin: Piece of my Heart'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-5290801429678581129</id><published>2007-08-31T12:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T12:08:32.226+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metallica'/><title type='text'>Metallica: Nothing Else Matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcvc2bsJ2LyZmLlVmcm5SdvJXaw5ia/Metallica%2520-%2520Nothing%2520Else%2520Matters.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=0&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close no matter how far&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't be much more from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Forever trusting who we are&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never opened myself this way&lt;br /&gt;Life is ours, we live it our way&lt;br /&gt;All these words I don't just say&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust I seek and I find in you&lt;br /&gt;Every day for us something new&lt;br /&gt;Open mind for a different view&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never cared for what they do&lt;br /&gt;Never cared for what they know&lt;br /&gt;But I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close no matter how far&lt;br /&gt;It couldn't be much more from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Forever trusting who we are&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never cared for what they do&lt;br /&gt;Never cared for what they know&lt;br /&gt;But I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never opened myself this way&lt;br /&gt;Life is ours, we live it our way&lt;br /&gt;All these words I don't just say&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust I seek and I find in you&lt;br /&gt;Every day for us something new&lt;br /&gt;Open mind for a different view&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never cared for what they say&lt;br /&gt;Never cared for games they play&lt;br /&gt;Never cared for what they do&lt;br /&gt;Never cared for what they know&lt;br /&gt;And I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close no matter how far&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't be much more from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Forever trusting who we are&lt;br /&gt;No, nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="popup" onclick="popup_youbox('JgiGrXpOhYg');" title=""&gt;Watch this video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-5290801429678581129?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/5290801429678581129/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=5290801429678581129' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/5290801429678581129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/5290801429678581129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2007/08/metallica-nothing-else-matters.html' title='Metallica: Nothing Else Matters'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-6308829152900566401</id><published>2007-08-03T17:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T17:16:19.256+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink Martini'/><title type='text'>Pink Martini: Hey Eugene</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3LyZmLlVmcm5SZ0FGZuFGc/Pink%2520Martini%2520-%2520Hey%2520Eugene.mp3.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=0&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Eugene,&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;I’m that chick you danced with two times&lt;br /&gt;Through the Rufus album Friday night at that party&lt;br /&gt;On Avenue A&lt;br /&gt;Where your skinhead friend passed out&lt;br /&gt;For several hours on the bathroom floor&lt;br /&gt;And you told me&lt;br /&gt;You weren't that drunk&lt;br /&gt;And that I was your favourite Salsa dancer&lt;br /&gt;You had ever come across in New York City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene&lt;br /&gt;Eugene&lt;br /&gt;Eugene&lt;br /&gt;I said hello, Eugene&lt;br /&gt;Are you there, Eugene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Eugene&lt;br /&gt;Then we kissed&lt;br /&gt;Once we lugged your friend into the elevator&lt;br /&gt;And went to write my number on a soggy paper towel&lt;br /&gt;And the car went down&lt;br /&gt;And when we were finished making out&lt;br /&gt;We noticed that your skinhead friend was gone&lt;br /&gt;Long gone&lt;br /&gt;And you looked into my bloodshot eyes&lt;br /&gt;And said "is it too soon if I call you Sunday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene&lt;br /&gt;Eugene&lt;br /&gt;Eugene&lt;br /&gt;I said hello, Eugene&lt;br /&gt;Are you there, Eugene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said hello (hello), Eugene (Eugene)&lt;br /&gt;Eugene (Eugene)&lt;br /&gt;Eugene (oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said hello (hello), Eugene&lt;br /&gt;Are you there, Eugene (tell me are you there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said hello (hello), Eugene (Eugene)&lt;br /&gt;Eugene (Eugene)&lt;br /&gt;Eugene (tell me oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said hello (hello), Eugene (Eugene)&lt;br /&gt;Does any of this ring a bell Eugene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="popup" onclick="popup_youbox('9vf4X6WKPtk');" title="Pink Martini - Hey Eugene"&gt;Watch this video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-6308829152900566401?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/6308829152900566401/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=6308829152900566401' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/6308829152900566401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/6308829152900566401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2007/08/pink-martini-hey-eugene.html' title='Pink Martini: Hey Eugene'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-8991351089632217113</id><published>2007-07-17T20:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T20:56:19.742+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Box Recorder'/><title type='text'>Black Box Recorder: Child Psychology</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9Sdo5yd15yavxWbvhGa/Black%2520Box%2520Recorder%2520-%2520Child%2520Psychology.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=0&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped talking when I was six years old&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want anything more to do with the outside world&lt;br /&gt;I was happy being quiet&lt;br /&gt;But of course they wouldn't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;My parents tried every trick in the book&lt;br /&gt;From speech therapists to child psychologists&lt;br /&gt;They even tried bribery&lt;br /&gt;I could have anything, as long as I said it out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it&lt;br /&gt;Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this episode didn't last forever&lt;br /&gt;I'd made my point and it was time to move on&lt;br /&gt;To peel away the next layer of deceit&lt;br /&gt;And see what new surprises lay in store&lt;br /&gt;My school report said I showed no interest&lt;br /&gt;'A disruptive influence' I felt sorry for them in a way&lt;br /&gt;And when they finally expelled me&lt;br /&gt;It didn't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it&lt;br /&gt;Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(At that time she stopped what she was doing, she stopped playing...&lt;br /&gt;she stared, she had the facial grimicing...&lt;br /&gt;and then the psychiatrist was saying, "Julie, Julie, can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;Can you open your eyes? Can you stick out your tongue?"&lt;br /&gt;And all of a sudden, Julie struck out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The November when I came home the Christmas decorations were already up&lt;br /&gt;Spray on snow, coloured flashing lights&lt;br /&gt;And an artificial tree that played Silent Night&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;My parents welcomed me with loving arms&lt;br /&gt;But within an hour were back at each others throats&lt;br /&gt;Normal, happy childhood back on course&lt;br /&gt;Batteries not included&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it&lt;br /&gt;Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it&lt;br /&gt;Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it&lt;br /&gt;Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="popup" onclick="popup_youbox('roG7SfjuAXQ');" title="Black Box Recorder: Child Psychology"&gt;Watch this video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-8991351089632217113?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/8991351089632217113/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=8991351089632217113' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/8991351089632217113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/8991351089632217113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2007/07/black-box-recorder-child-psychology.html' title='Black Box Recorder: Child Psychology'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-6650077499335109870</id><published>2007-07-11T15:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T15:21:39.109+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KT Tunstall'/><title type='text'>KT Tunstall: Black Horse &amp; Cherry Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9icm5SZlJnZuoXY1F3bj5CduV2Yulmd/KT%2520Tunstall%2520-%2520Black%2520Horse%2520And%2520The%2520Cherry%2520Tree.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my heart knows me better than I know myself&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna let it do all the talking.&lt;br /&gt;I came across a place in the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;With a big black horse and a cherry tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a little fear upon my back&lt;br /&gt;He said "Don't look back, just keep on walking."&lt;br /&gt;When the big black horse said, "Look this way"&lt;br /&gt;Said, "Hey, lady, will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I said no, no, no, no-no-no&lt;br /&gt;I said no, no, you're not the one for me&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no-no-no&lt;br /&gt;I said no, no, you're not the one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my heart hit a problem, in the early hours,&lt;br /&gt;So I stopped it dead for a beat or two.&lt;br /&gt;But I cut some cord, and I shouldn't have done it,&lt;br /&gt;And it won't forgive me after all these years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sent it to a place in the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;With a big black horse and a cherry tree.&lt;br /&gt;Now it won't come back, 'cause it's oh so happy&lt;br /&gt;And now I've got a hole for the world to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it said no, no, no, no-no-no&lt;br /&gt;Said no, no, you're not the one for me&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no-no-no-no&lt;br /&gt;Said no, no, you're not the one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,&lt;br /&gt;You're not the one for me&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;You're not the one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do, do, do, do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was&lt;br /&gt;Big black horse and a cherry tree&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite get there 'cause my heart's forsaken me&lt;br /&gt;Big black horse and a cherry tree&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite get there 'cause my heart's forsaken me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="popup" onclick="popup_youbox('M0j_VEs3kXA');" title="KT Tunstall: Black Horse &amp; Cherry Tree"&gt;Watch this video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-6650077499335109870?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/6650077499335109870/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=6650077499335109870' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/6650077499335109870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/6650077499335109870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2007/07/kt-tunstall-black-horse-cherry-tree.html' title='KT Tunstall: Black Horse &amp; Cherry Tree'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-5204569179677938989</id><published>2007-06-23T11:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T11:41:53.491+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scorpions'/><title type='text'>Scorpions: Still Loving You</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9SbvNmLh5mahJHZl5yZvxmY/Scorpions%2520-%2520Still%2520Loving%2520You.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time, it needs time&lt;br /&gt;To win back your love again.&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, only love&lt;br /&gt;Can bring back your love someday.&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight, babe, I'll fight&lt;br /&gt;To win back your love again.&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, only love&lt;br /&gt;Can break down the walls someday.&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we'd go again&lt;br /&gt;All the way from the start,&lt;br /&gt;I would try to change&lt;br /&gt;The things that killed our love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your pride has build a wall, so strong&lt;br /&gt;That I can't get through.&lt;br /&gt;Is there really no chance&lt;br /&gt;To start once again?&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try, baby try&lt;br /&gt;To trust in my love again.&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, your love&lt;br /&gt;Just shouldn't be thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we'd go again&lt;br /&gt;All the way from the start,&lt;br /&gt;I would try to change&lt;br /&gt;The things that killed our love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your pride has build a wall, so strong&lt;br /&gt;That I can't get through.&lt;br /&gt;Is there really no chance&lt;br /&gt;To start once again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we'd go again&lt;br /&gt;All the way from the start,&lt;br /&gt;I would try to change&lt;br /&gt;The things that killed our love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I've hurt your pride, and I know&lt;br /&gt;What you've been through.&lt;br /&gt;You should give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;This can't be the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still loving you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still loving you,&lt;br /&gt;I need your love.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still loving you.&lt;br /&gt;Still loving you, baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="popup" onclick="popup_youbox('3uNyPefjS88');" title="Alice Cooper: Poison"&gt;Watch this video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-5204569179677938989?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/5204569179677938989/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-7024070153411329694</id><published>2007-06-14T12:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T12:23:49.861+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Müller Péter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sziámi'/><title type='text'>Müller Péter / Sziámi: Titokban</title><content type='html'>Titokban, a sötét mögött&lt;br /&gt;Világos van éjszaka.&lt;br /&gt;Kialszanak a lángelmék&lt;br /&gt;Kész a válasz: kész a tea.&lt;br /&gt;Kéz a kézben, felhőpamlagon&lt;br /&gt;Elhevernek, és szól a dal.&lt;br /&gt;Némelyik talán olykor még kérdez,&lt;br /&gt;De választ immár már nem akar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minden titkok tudói ők.&lt;br /&gt;Látják amit te rejtegetsz.&lt;br /&gt;Titkon téged is vígasztalnak,&lt;br /&gt;Ha ártatlan már nem lehetsz.&lt;br /&gt;Test és szellem egymás ellen&lt;br /&gt;Ritkán vét csak odafenn.&lt;br /&gt;Minden titok ismerői&lt;br /&gt;Nem fecsegnek szinte sohasem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikor a költözőmadarak útra kelnek,&lt;br /&gt;Ők féltik őket újra majd,&lt;br /&gt;Elhárítanak az útjukból&lt;br /&gt;Pár váratlan és durva bajt.&lt;br /&gt;S ha mégis bármelyik eltévedne,&lt;br /&gt;Pihenhet köztük, és szól a dal.&lt;br /&gt;Lehet, hogy majd valamit kérdez,&lt;br /&gt;De választ immár nem akar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A titok fönntartja őket,&lt;br /&gt;S ők együtt titkot tartanak&lt;br /&gt;Végtelen villám fényénél,&lt;br /&gt;Míg éjre éj jön és napra nap.&lt;br /&gt;Felhőpamlagon szárny a szárnyhoz&lt;br /&gt;Elhevernek és szól a dal&lt;br /&gt;Kérdésre időt egyik sem áldoz,&lt;br /&gt;Mert választ immár nem akar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titokban, a sötét mögött&lt;br /&gt;Világos van éjszaka.&lt;br /&gt;Kialszanak a lángelmék&lt;br /&gt;Kész a válasz: kész a tea.&lt;br /&gt;Kéz a kézben, felhőpamlagon&lt;br /&gt;Elhevernek, és szól a dal.&lt;br /&gt;Némelyik talán olykor még kérdez,&lt;br /&gt;De választ immár nem akar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-7024070153411329694?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/7024070153411329694/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=7024070153411329694' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/7024070153411329694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/7024070153411329694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2007/06/mller-pter-szimi-titokban.html' title='Müller Péter / Sziámi: Titokban'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-6519927521453028652</id><published>2007-06-11T19:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T19:18:43.913+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Led Zeppelin'/><title type='text'>Led Zeppelin: Stairway To Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9icm5SZlJnZuIWZ3NWet9Gd/Led%2520Zeppelin%2520-%2520Stairway%2520To%2520Heaven.mp3.rbs&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold&lt;br /&gt;And she's buying a stairway to heaven&lt;br /&gt;When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed&lt;br /&gt;With a word she can get what she came for&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings&lt;br /&gt;In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a feeling I get when I look to the west&lt;br /&gt;And my spirit is crying for leaving&lt;br /&gt;In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees&lt;br /&gt;And the voices of those who stand looking&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it really makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune&lt;br /&gt;Then the piper will lead us to reason&lt;br /&gt;And a new day will dawn for those who stand long&lt;br /&gt;And the forest will echo with laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,&lt;br /&gt;It's just a spring clean for the May Queen&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run&lt;br /&gt;There's still time to change the road you're on&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know&lt;br /&gt;The piper's calling you to join him&lt;br /&gt;Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know&lt;br /&gt;Your stairway lies on the whispering wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we wind on down the road&lt;br /&gt;Our shadows taller than our soul&lt;br /&gt;There walks a lady we all know&lt;br /&gt;Who shines white light and wants to show&lt;br /&gt;How everything still turns to gold&lt;br /&gt;And if you listen very hard&lt;br /&gt;The tune will come to you at last&lt;br /&gt;When all is one and one is all&lt;br /&gt;To be a rock and not to roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's buying the stairway to heaven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-6519927521453028652?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/6519927521453028652/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=6519927521453028652' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/6519927521453028652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/6519927521453028652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2007/06/led-zeppelin-stairway-to-heaven.html' title='Led Zeppelin: Stairway To Heaven'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-279920706580845983</id><published>2007-06-11T19:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T19:14:58.667+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Led Zeppelin'/><title type='text'>Led Zeppelin: Black Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcvUHauEmc0hXZukWY55WYixmL3d3d/led%2520zeppelin%2520-%2520black%2520dog.rbs&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, mama, see the way you move&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ah, child, way you shake that thing&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, baby, when you walk that way&lt;br /&gt;Watch your honey drip, can't keep away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta roll, can't stand still,&lt;br /&gt;Got a flamin' heart, can't get my fill,&lt;br /&gt;Eyes that shine burning red,&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of you all through my head.&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, baby, oh, baby, pretty baby,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me while you do me now.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, baby, oh, baby, pretty baby,&lt;br /&gt;Move me while you do me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't take too long 'fore I found out&lt;br /&gt;What people mean by down and out.&lt;br /&gt;Spent my money, took my car,&lt;br /&gt;Started tellin' her friends she goin' be a star. I don't know, but I've been told&lt;br /&gt;Big legged woman ain't got no soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, oh, ah&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ask for, all I pray,&lt;br /&gt;Steady load of woman gonna come my way.&lt;br /&gt;I need a woman gonna hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;Won't tell me no lies, make me a happy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh-ahhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-279920706580845983?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/279920706580845983/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=279920706580845983' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/279920706580845983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/279920706580845983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2007/06/led-zeppelin-black-dog.html' title='Led Zeppelin: Black Dog'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-6272383719393674543</id><published>2007-06-06T23:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T23:25:59.625+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice Cooper'/><title type='text'>Alice Cooper: Poison</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9Sdo5SYyRHel5SZrN3YlJXZ/Alice%2520Cooper%2520-%2520Poison.rbs&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cruel device&lt;br /&gt;Your blood, like ice&lt;br /&gt;One look could kill&lt;br /&gt;My pain, your thrill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to love you but I better not touch &lt;em&gt;(Don't touch)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop&lt;br /&gt;I want to kiss you but I want it too much &lt;em&gt;(Too much)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison&lt;br /&gt;You're poison running through my veins&lt;br /&gt;You're poison, I don't want to break these chains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mouth, so hot&lt;br /&gt;Your web, I'm caught&lt;br /&gt;Your skin, so wet&lt;br /&gt;Black lace on sweat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear you calling and it's needles and pins &lt;em&gt;(And pins)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin &lt;em&gt;(Deep in)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison&lt;br /&gt;You're poison running through my veins&lt;br /&gt;You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains&lt;br /&gt;Poison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One look could kill&lt;br /&gt;My pain, your thrill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to love you but I better not touch &lt;em&gt;(Don't touch)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop&lt;br /&gt;I want to kiss you but I want it too much &lt;em&gt;(Too much)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison&lt;br /&gt;You're poison running through my veins&lt;br /&gt;You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains&lt;br /&gt;Poison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to love you but I better not touch &lt;em&gt;(Don't touch)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop&lt;br /&gt;I want to kiss you but I want it too much &lt;em&gt;(Too much)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to break these chains&lt;br /&gt;Poison, oh no&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' deep inside my veins,&lt;br /&gt;Burnin' deep inside my veins&lt;br /&gt;It's poison&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna break these chains&lt;br /&gt;Poison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="popup" onclick="popup_youbox('zRN06SlATTY');" title="Alice Cooper: Poison"&gt;Watch this video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-6272383719393674543?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/6272383719393674543/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=6272383719393674543' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/6272383719393674543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Leelőzted magad!&lt;br /&gt;Tudod, hogy nem tart örökké, hiszen volt már annyi jel:&lt;br /&gt;Hogy ami egyszer volt, újra nem jön el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lehetne bársonyos minden éjszaka&lt;br /&gt;De Isten ostoroz, s hajt a vér szaga&lt;br /&gt;Hiába, menni kell, a csengő csilingel&lt;br /&gt;S ami egyszer volt, újra nem jön el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halhatatlan vagy gyönyörű android,&lt;br /&gt;Otthonod színtelen, szúrós szagú aldehid&lt;br /&gt;Műanyag gombokon jajgat egy műköröm&lt;br /&gt;Hiszen te élsz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Én nem, csak működöm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alakja izgató, modern a külseje&lt;br /&gt;Jó lenne sejteni, mit rejt a belseje&lt;br /&gt;Hiába faggatom, ő csak annyit felel:&lt;br /&gt;Ami egyszer volt, újra nem jön el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halhatatlan vagy gyönyörű android,&lt;br /&gt;Otthonod színtelen, szúrós szagú aldehid&lt;br /&gt;Műanyag gombokon jajgat egy műköröm&lt;br /&gt;Hiszen te élsz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Én nem, csak működöm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eszembe jut egy érzés, gyorsan kihányom magamból,&lt;br /&gt;illegek-billegek egy csészehajú nővel&lt;br /&gt;Lám, a jobbik részem a latrinában landol -&lt;br /&gt;remekül mennek a dolgok magukból kiindul...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halhatatlan vagy gyönyörű android,&lt;br /&gt;Otthonod színtelen, szúrós szagú aldehid&lt;br /&gt;Műanyag gombokon jajgat egy műköröm&lt;br /&gt;Hiszen te élsz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Én nem, csak működöm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-4182068123136708511?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/4182068123136708511/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=4182068123136708511' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/4182068123136708511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/4182068123136708511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2007/06/quimby-android.html' title='Quimby: Androidő'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-2228812277871297068</id><published>2007-06-06T22:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T22:59:05.298+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quimby'/><title type='text'>Quimby: Unom</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3LpN3arF2avUHauIWZ3VWZyZmL3d3d/Quimby%2520-%2520Unom.rbs&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unom a pincért a sarki bárban&lt;br /&gt;Unom a tévét a hotelszobában&lt;br /&gt;Unom a nőt, aki nem harap, csak karmol&lt;br /&gt;Unom az embert, aki mindent összebarmol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unom a káoszt, unom a rendet&lt;br /&gt;Unom a zajt, unom a csendet&lt;br /&gt;Unom a hóhért, unom a dajkát&lt;br /&gt;Unom a szüzet, és unom a szajhát&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unom az elejét, unom a végét, unom a háborút, unom a békét,&lt;br /&gt;unom a négert, unom a sárgát, unom a zsidót, és unom az árját,&lt;br /&gt;unom a doktort, unom a gyógyszert, unom a szexet, és unom az óvszert,&lt;br /&gt;unom a dílert, unom a pápát, a szentelt vizet és a marijuánát...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unom a pincért a sarki bárban.&lt;br /&gt;Unom a tévét a hotelszobában.&lt;br /&gt;Unom a gitárt, mert annyira hamis.&lt;br /&gt;Unom e dalt - és magamat is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-2228812277871297068?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/2228812277871297068/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=2228812277871297068' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/2228812277871297068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/2228812277871297068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2007/06/quimby-unom.html' title='Quimby: Unom'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-5183374760537268151</id><published>2007-06-06T22:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T22:30:58.465+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghymes'/><title type='text'>Ghymes: Tánc a hóban</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcvUHaucXduE2Zy9me/ghymes%2520-%2520tanc%2520a%2520hoban.rbs&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Édesem, csak lélegezz, mint a túlvilág&lt;br /&gt;Táncba csalt, s most így szuszog: szép, de fáj a tánc&lt;br /&gt;Gyorsul úgyis mindenünk, mint az ölelés&lt;br /&gt;Épp a vége egy rövid görcsberepülés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És ezért most tánc -&lt;br /&gt;És ezért most táncolunk&lt;br /&gt;És ezért most ránc -&lt;br /&gt;És ezért most ráncolunk&lt;br /&gt;Cipőt, szemet, ahogy nevet, s időt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jobbra lassan...&lt;br /&gt;Balra lassan...&lt;br /&gt;Ritmus halkan&lt;br /&gt;Ring a hajban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Újra kavarog a -&lt;br /&gt;Végre csikorog a -&lt;br /&gt;Mégis mosolyog a -&lt;br /&gt;Napra hunyorog a -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tánc a ködben, tánc a jégen, tánc a hóban, tánc a fagyban&lt;br /&gt;Tánc a ködben, tánc a jégen, tánc a hóban, tánc a fagyban&lt;br /&gt;Tánc a ködben, tánc a jégen, tánc a hóban, tánc a fagyban&lt;br /&gt;Tánc...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-5183374760537268151?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/5183374760537268151/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=5183374760537268151' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/5183374760537268151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/5183374760537268151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2007/06/ghymes-tnc-hban.html' title='Ghymes: Tánc a hóban'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-6951951148602971717</id><published>2007-06-06T22:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T22:23:35.440+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghymes'/><title type='text'>Ghymes: Január</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3L1hmL3VnLuV2ZlRWakF2d/Ghymes%2520-%2520Januar.rbs&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Szépen fekszel a havon&lt;br /&gt;Fest a jég alakodon&lt;br /&gt;Nincs pára az ajkadon&lt;br /&gt;Meghalt az alkalom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Szemedet gondolom&lt;br /&gt;Mosolyod gondolom&lt;br /&gt;Csontszínű liliom&lt;br /&gt;Leomló hajadon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erősödik január&lt;br /&gt;Leesik a madár&lt;br /&gt;Szépen fekszik a havon&lt;br /&gt;Kezedbe od'adom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebesség, gondolom&lt;br /&gt;Magasság, gondolom&lt;br /&gt;Az az ég van-e még&lt;br /&gt;Túl a tél-falakon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Issza a szemem az út...&lt;br /&gt;Te-te-tengerbe fut...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ül a világ ujjadon&lt;br /&gt;Tőle van fájdalom&lt;br /&gt;Látnád hogyan vezekel&lt;br /&gt;Nevetnél magatokon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hol a hő, hol a hő&lt;br /&gt;Az a fény-szerető&lt;br /&gt;Látod ott menetel&lt;br /&gt;Aki - én megyek el&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Issza a szemem az út...&lt;br /&gt;Te-te-tengerbe fut...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-6951951148602971717?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/6951951148602971717/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=6951951148602971717' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/6951951148602971717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/6951951148602971717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2007/06/ghymes-janur.html' title='Ghymes: Január'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-8728124170915629547</id><published>2007-06-06T21:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:55:45.762+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UNKLE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thom Yorke'/><title type='text'>UNKLE (feat. Thom Yorke): Rabbit in your headlights</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3LlNWds92cvMje6lWdx9yZvxmYu8WakFmcvInZuUWZyZmL09mbuMHdhhGd/03%2520-%2520UNKLE%2520-%2520Rabbit%2520in%2520Your%2520Headlights.rbs&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a rabbit in your headlights&lt;br /&gt;Scared of the spotlight&lt;br /&gt;You don't come to visit&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in this bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thin rubber gloves&lt;br /&gt;She laughs when she's crying&lt;br /&gt;She cries when she's laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat bloody fingers are sucking your soul away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a rabbit in your headlights&lt;br /&gt;Christian suburbanite&lt;br /&gt;Washed down the toilet&lt;br /&gt;Money to burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat bloody fingers are sucking your soul away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you're frightened of dyin' and you're holding on...&lt;br /&gt;You'll see devils tearing your life away.&lt;br /&gt;But...if you've made your peace,&lt;br /&gt;Then the devils are really angels&lt;br /&gt;Freeing you from the earth... from the earth... from the earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rotworms on the underground&lt;br /&gt;Caught between stations&lt;br /&gt;Butterfingers&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my patience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a rabbit in your headlights&lt;br /&gt;Christian suburbanite...&lt;br /&gt;You got money to burn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat bloody fingers are sucking your soul away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Away...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="popup" onclick="popup_youbox('Z3ClCwcCvdQ');" title="UNKLE: Rabbit in your headlights"&gt;Watch this video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-8728124170915629547?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/8728124170915629547/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=8728124170915629547' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/8728124170915629547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/8728124170915629547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2007/06/unkle-feat-thom-yorke-rabbit-in-your.html' title='UNKLE (feat. Thom Yorke): Rabbit in your headlights'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-4020656843569878159</id><published>2007-05-21T07:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T07:17:00.425+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nena'/><title type='text'>Nena: 99 Red Balloons</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.freeweb.hu%2Fsp22%2FRadioblogkivansag%2Fsounds%2FNena%20-%2099%20Red%20Balloons.swf&amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I in a little toy shop&lt;br /&gt;Buy a bag of balloons&lt;br /&gt;With the money we've got&lt;br /&gt;Set them free at the break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;'Til one by one, they were gone&lt;br /&gt;Back at base, bugs in the software&lt;br /&gt;Flash the message: "Something's out there"&lt;br /&gt;Floating in the summer sky&lt;br /&gt;99 red balloons go by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99 red balloons&lt;br /&gt;Floating in the summer sky&lt;br /&gt;Panic bells, it's red alert&lt;br /&gt;There's something here&lt;br /&gt;From somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;The war machine springs to life&lt;br /&gt;Opens up one eager eye&lt;br /&gt;Focusing it on the sky&lt;br /&gt;Where 99 red balloons go by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99 Decision Street&lt;br /&gt;99 ministers meet&lt;br /&gt;To worry, worry, super-scurry&lt;br /&gt;Call the troops out in a hurry&lt;br /&gt;This is what we've waited for&lt;br /&gt;This is it boys, this is war&lt;br /&gt;The president is on the line&lt;br /&gt;As 99 red balloons go by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99 Knights of the airway&lt;br /&gt;Super-high-tech jet fighters&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's a Silverhero&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's a Captain Kirk&lt;br /&gt;With orders to identify&lt;br /&gt;To clarify and classify&lt;br /&gt;Scramble in the summer sky&lt;br /&gt;As 99 red balloons go by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As 99 red balloons go by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99 dreams I have had&lt;br /&gt;In every one a red balloon&lt;br /&gt;It's all over and I'm standin' pretty&lt;br /&gt;In this dust that was a city&lt;br /&gt;If I could find a souvenier&lt;br /&gt;Just to prove the world was here&lt;br /&gt;And here is a red balloon&lt;br /&gt;I think of you and let it go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-4020656843569878159?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/4020656843569878159/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=4020656843569878159' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/4020656843569878159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/4020656843569878159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2007/05/nena-99-red-balloons.html' title='Nena: 99 Red Balloons'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-8221707117577439692</id><published>2007-05-19T21:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T07:16:39.794+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nena'/><title type='text'>Nena: 99 Luftballons</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.freeweb.hu%2Fsp22%2FRadioblogkivansag%2Fsounds%2FNena%20-%2099%20Luftballons.swf&amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hast Du etwas Zeit für mich&lt;br /&gt;Dann singe ich ein Lied für Dich&lt;br /&gt;Von 99 Luftballons&lt;br /&gt;Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont&lt;br /&gt;Denkst Du vielleicht grad' an mich&lt;br /&gt;Dann singe ich ein Lied für Dich&lt;br /&gt;Von 99 Luftballons&lt;br /&gt;Und dass sowas von sowas kommt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99 Luftballons&lt;br /&gt;Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont&lt;br /&gt;Hielt man für UFOs aus dem All&lt;br /&gt;Darum schickte ein General&lt;br /&gt;'ne Fliegerstaffel hinterher&lt;br /&gt;Alarm zu geben, wenn's so wär&lt;br /&gt;Dabei war'n da am Horizont&lt;br /&gt;Nur 99 Luftballons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99 Duesenflieger&lt;br /&gt;Jeder war ein grosser Krieger&lt;br /&gt;Hielten sich für Captain Kirk&lt;br /&gt;Das gab ein grosses Feuerwerk&lt;br /&gt;Die Nachbarn haben nichts gerafft&lt;br /&gt;Und fühlten sich gleich angemacht&lt;br /&gt;Dabei schoss man am Horizont&lt;br /&gt;Auf 99 Luftballons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99 Kriegsminister&lt;br /&gt;Streichholz und Benzinkanister&lt;br /&gt;Hielten sich für schlaue Leute&lt;br /&gt;Witterten schon fette Beute&lt;br /&gt;Riefen: Krieg und wollten Macht&lt;br /&gt;Mann, wer hätte das gedacht&lt;br /&gt;Dass es einmal soweit kommt&lt;br /&gt;Wegen 99 Luftballons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99 Jahre Krieg&lt;br /&gt;Liessen keinen Platz für Sieger&lt;br /&gt;Kriegsminister gibt's nicht mehr&lt;br /&gt;Und auch keine Duesenflieger&lt;br /&gt;Heute zieh ich meine Runden&lt;br /&gt;Seh' die Welt in Trümmern liegen&lt;br /&gt;Hab' 'nen Luftballon gefunden&lt;br /&gt;Denk' an Dich und lass' ihn fliegen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-8221707117577439692?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/8221707117577439692/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=8221707117577439692' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/8221707117577439692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/8221707117577439692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2007/05/nena-99-luftballons-99-red-balloons.html' title='Nena: 99 Luftballons'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-6099798699103336589</id><published>2007-05-15T10:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T10:35:13.290+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bôa'/><title type='text'>Bôa: Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.design-ia.com%2Ftwilight%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2F2.%20Boa%20-%20Twilight.rbs&amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your word and my word and your word is&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, today and yesterday&lt;br /&gt;But it's a necessary evil&lt;br /&gt;And you will find your way there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your feelings and mine are all holy and&lt;br /&gt;You give me an inner sanctity&lt;br /&gt;You feel the same way that I do for you, about her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your word and my word and her word is&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, today and tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And twilight gives me&lt;br /&gt;An inner sanctity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;And you're hungry for her&lt;br /&gt;And you don't understand it&lt;br /&gt;But you know you haven't planned it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your feelings and mine are all lonely&lt;br /&gt;And dawn comes you're there lying with me&lt;br /&gt;And you reach out to touch me&lt;br /&gt;But I am in the twilight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your feelings and mine are all holy but,&lt;br /&gt;You know and I know it's untrue because&lt;br /&gt;When day dawns you're there lying with me&lt;br /&gt;And the dawn can fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know I love you but you know that&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can do about it&lt;br /&gt;Because you love her,&lt;br /&gt;And you still want me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be her...&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not her and she's not me&lt;br /&gt;And you're somewhere different&lt;br /&gt;On a different planet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you still want it&lt;br /&gt;The inner sanctity&lt;br /&gt;And it's an evil&lt;br /&gt;But the evil is necessary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're still hungry for her&lt;br /&gt;And you still want her loving&lt;br /&gt;But she doesn't love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-6099798699103336589?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/6099798699103336589/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=6099798699103336589' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/6099798699103336589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/6099798699103336589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2007/05/ba-twilight.html' title='Bôa: Twilight'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-2145064587236624684</id><published>2007-05-13T13:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T10:33:32.718+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marylin Monroe'/><title type='text'>Marylin Monroe: I Wanna Be Loved By You</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fsubnet.free.fr%2Fmyradio.blog%2Fsounds%2Fmarylin%20monroe%20-%20i%20wanna%20be%20loved%20by%20you.rbs&amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be loved by you&lt;br /&gt;Just you and nobody else but you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be loved by you - alone.&lt;br /&gt;Boo boo bee doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be kissed by you&lt;br /&gt;Just you and nobody alse but you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be kissed by you - alone.&lt;br /&gt;Boo boo bee doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't aspire&lt;br /&gt;To anything higher&lt;br /&gt;And to feel the desire&lt;br /&gt;To make you my own.&lt;br /&gt;Badum badum bee doodily dum&lt;br /&gt;Boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be loved by you&lt;br /&gt;just you and nobody else but you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be loved by you - alone.&lt;br /&gt;Boo boo bee doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't aspire&lt;br /&gt;To anything higher&lt;br /&gt;And to feel the desire&lt;br /&gt;To make you my own.&lt;br /&gt;Badum badum bee doodily dum&lt;br /&gt;Boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be loved by you&lt;br /&gt;Just you and nobody else but you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be loved by you&lt;br /&gt;Ba deedily deedily deedily dum&lt;br /&gt;Boo boo bee doo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-2145064587236624684?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/2145064587236624684/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=2145064587236624684' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/2145064587236624684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/2145064587236624684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2007/05/marylin-monroe-i-wanna-be-loved-by-you.html' title='Marylin Monroe: I Wanna Be Loved By You'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-3687723963208292558</id><published>2007-05-12T11:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T12:08:58.135+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death In Vegas'/><title type='text'>Death In Vegas: Hands Around My Throat</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.cafesale.net%2Fkness%2Fblog%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FDeath%20In%20Vegas%20-%20Hands%20Around%20My%20Throat.mp3.rbs&amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back down&lt;br /&gt;and touch&lt;br /&gt;the door is shut&lt;br /&gt;in the end&lt;br /&gt;you're just too close&lt;br /&gt;there's no-one here&lt;br /&gt;there's no-one there&lt;br /&gt;i still can't tell&lt;br /&gt;if you better try this&lt;br /&gt;and you might find&lt;br /&gt;i'm in your face&lt;br /&gt;i see your face&lt;br /&gt;the air is cold&lt;br /&gt;i'm still on hold&lt;br /&gt;i still can't tell&lt;br /&gt;what's been said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your hands around my throat&lt;br /&gt;ask me to let go&lt;br /&gt;your hands around my throat&lt;br /&gt;your hands around my throat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="popup" onclick="popup_youbox('f7oMqpjIYLk');" title="Death In Vegas: Hands Around My Throat"&gt;Watch this video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-3687723963208292558?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/3687723963208292558/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=3687723963208292558' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/3687723963208292558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/3687723963208292558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2007/05/death-in-vegas-hands-around-my-throat.html' title='Death In Vegas: Hands Around My Throat'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-4964112421618124125</id><published>2007-05-12T11:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T11:36:42.805+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supreme Beings Of Leisure'/><title type='text'>Supreme Beings Of Leisure: Under The Gun</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fskalpa75.free.fr%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FSupreme%20beings%20of%20leisure%20-%20under%20the%20gun.rbs&amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been accused i've been abused&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes misused and yes, confused.&lt;br /&gt;A loaded pen I dip again&lt;br /&gt;Another trigger happy friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I continue to fly&lt;br /&gt;In the face of reason&lt;br /&gt;Something inside me just clicked&lt;br /&gt;Like a tick from an awful season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the gun, under the gun&lt;br /&gt;I'm swimming through the Sun&lt;br /&gt;I ain't tripping on a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the gun, under the gun&lt;br /&gt;I'm swimming through the Sun&lt;br /&gt;I ain't tripping on a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been afraid to drive at night&lt;br /&gt;I've been a sinner - such a lonely sight..&lt;br /&gt;Not qualified, not rarified&lt;br /&gt;I persevere I give it all my might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you continue to cry&lt;br /&gt;That I'll never make it&lt;br /&gt;At least there's some truth to the fact&lt;br /&gt;That you know I just cannot fake it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the gun, under the gun&lt;br /&gt;I'm swimming through the Sun&lt;br /&gt;I ain't tripping on a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the gun, under the gun&lt;br /&gt;I'm swimming through the Sun&lt;br /&gt;I ain't tripping on a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the gun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-4964112421618124125?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/4964112421618124125/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=4964112421618124125' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/4964112421618124125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/4964112421618124125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2007/05/supreme-beings-of-leisure-under-gun.html' title='Supreme Beings Of Leisure: Under The Gun'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-1978744368029339573</id><published>2007-05-11T09:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T17:15:34.136+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bôa'/><title type='text'>Bôa: Duvet</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_0" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fkittinou.free.fr%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FBoa%20-%20Duvet%20%28acoustic%29.mp3.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_0" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fmoondust.fr%2Fuser_data%2Fmoondust%2Fradio.blog%2FBoa%20-%20Duvet.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you don't seem to understand&lt;br /&gt;A shame you seemed an honest man&lt;br /&gt;And all the fears you hold so dear&lt;br /&gt;Will turn to whisper in your ear&lt;br /&gt;And you know what they say might hurt you&lt;br /&gt;And you know that it means so much&lt;br /&gt;And you don't even feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am falling&lt;br /&gt;I am fading&lt;br /&gt;I have lost it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you don't seem the lying kind&lt;br /&gt;A shame that I can read your mind&lt;br /&gt;And all the things that I read there&lt;br /&gt;Candle lit smile that we both share&lt;br /&gt;And you know I don't mean to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;But you know that it means so much&lt;br /&gt;And you don't even feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am falling&lt;br /&gt;I am fading&lt;br /&gt;I am drowning, help me to breathe&lt;br /&gt;I am hurting&lt;br /&gt;I have lost it all&lt;br /&gt;I am losing, help me to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div onclick="popup_youbox('t_dqcLuLou4');" class="popup" title="Bôa: Duvet"&gt;Watch original video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div onclick="popup_youbox('_XfJwh2cC6o');" class="popup" title="Bôa: Duvet - Serial Experiments LAIN"&gt;Watch Serial Experiments LAIN opening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-1978744368029339573?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/1978744368029339573/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=1978744368029339573' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/1978744368029339573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/1978744368029339573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2007/05/boa-duvet.html' title='Bôa: Duvet'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-6832229347113461521</id><published>2007-05-03T00:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T09:50:07.072+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Self Indulgence'/><title type='text'>Mindless Self Indulgence: You'll Rebel To Anything (As Long As It 's Not Challenging)</title><content type='html'>You need a uniform&lt;br /&gt;So you won't be ignored&lt;br /&gt;You are affected&lt;br /&gt;And so you're accepted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time you invested in a bottle of poison&lt;br /&gt;So we don't have to hear about you bitchin and moanin&lt;br /&gt;You think you could afford a fuckin bottle of asprin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo fuckin hoo you're not the only one whose live's a piece of shit&lt;br /&gt;And yet miraculously somehow we all seem to deal with it&lt;br /&gt;Did anybody think that you would really seriously slit your wrists&lt;br /&gt;In fact I think that everybody thinks you're seriously full of shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need a uniform&lt;br /&gt;So you won't be ignored&lt;br /&gt;You are affected&lt;br /&gt;And so you're accepted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time you invested in a bottle of poison&lt;br /&gt;So we don't have to hear about you bitchin and moanin&lt;br /&gt;You think you could afford a fuckin bottle of asprin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you're saying something relevant as you connect the dots&lt;br /&gt;You never realized you have to get in line to suck a cock&lt;br /&gt;You're telling me that fifty million screaming fans are never wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you that fifty million screaming fans are fucking morons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo fuckin hoo you're not the only one whose live's a piece of shit&lt;br /&gt;And yet miraculously somehow we all seem to deal with it&lt;br /&gt;Did anybody think that you would really seriously slit your wrists&lt;br /&gt;In fact I think that everybody thinks you're seriously full of shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you're saying something relevant as you connect the dots&lt;br /&gt;You never realized you have to get in line to suck a cock&lt;br /&gt;You're telling me that fifty million screaming fans are never wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you that fifty million screaming fans are fucking morons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo fuckin hoo you're not the only one whose live's a piece of shit&lt;br /&gt;And yet miraculously somehow we all seem to deal with it&lt;br /&gt;Did anybody think that you would really seriously slit your wrists&lt;br /&gt;In fact I think that everybody thinks you're seriously full of shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you're saying something relevant as you connect the dots&lt;br /&gt;You never realized you have to get in line to suck a cock&lt;br /&gt;You're telling me that fifty million screaming fans are never wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you that fifty million screaming fans are fucking morons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div onclick="popup_youbox('9RGdxexKINM');" class="popup"&gt;Watch the video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-6832229347113461521?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/6832229347113461521/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=6832229347113461521' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/6832229347113461521'/><link rel='self' 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The Bridge</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like I don't have a partner&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like my only friend&lt;br /&gt;Is the city I live in, the city of angels&lt;br /&gt;Lonely as I am, together we cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive on her streets, cause she's my companion&lt;br /&gt;I walk through her hills, cause she knows who I am&lt;br /&gt;She sees my good deeds and she kisses me windy&lt;br /&gt;I never worry - now that is a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont ever want to feel&lt;br /&gt;Like I did that day&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the place I love&lt;br /&gt;Take me all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to believe that there's nobody out there&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to believe that I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;At least I have her love: the city she loves me&lt;br /&gt;Lonely as I am - together we cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont ever want to feel&lt;br /&gt;Like I did that day&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the place I love&lt;br /&gt;Take me all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the bridge downtown&lt;br /&gt;Is where I drew some blood&lt;br /&gt;Under the bridge downtown&lt;br /&gt;I could not get enough&lt;br /&gt;Under the bridge downtown&lt;br /&gt;Forgot about my love&lt;br /&gt;Under the bridge downtown&lt;br /&gt;I gave my life away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- div class="popup" onclick="popup_youbox('cHcGmhvDlCY');"&gt;Watch the video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div onclick="javascript:window.open('http://gyerekember.uw.hu/zene/youbox.php?video=cHcGmhvDlCY','Youtube player','toolbar=0,location=0,directories=0,menuBar=0,scrollbars=0,resizable=1,status=0,width=425,height=350,left=200,top=100');return false;" class="popup"&gt;Watch the video&lt;/div --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:window.open('http://gyerekember.uw.hu/zene/youbox.php?video=cHcGmhvDlCY','Youtube player','toolbar=0,location=0,directories=0,menuBar=0,scrollbars=0,resizable=0,status=0,width=425,height=350,left=200,top=100');return false;"&gt;&lt;div class="popup"&gt;Watch the video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-5955025428543575951?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/5955025428543575951/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=5955025428543575951' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/5955025428543575951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/5955025428543575951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2007/04/red-hot-chili-peppers-under-bridge.html' title='Red Hot Chili Peppers: Under The Bridge'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-1767954774625146629</id><published>2007-04-23T10:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T10:59:34.292+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tankcsapda'/><title type='text'>Tankcsapda: Örökké tart</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww1.freeweb.hu%2Fbonafidesupraman%2Fradio%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2Ftankcsapda_orokke_tart.rbs&amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gyere mondd el mi a baj béb' én figyelek rád&lt;br /&gt;Elõttem ne legyen titkod én nem vagyok az apád&lt;br /&gt;Látom van valami ami a szívedet nyomja&lt;br /&gt;Tudom az élet súlya, tudom a világ gondja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gyere ne félj tõlem én nem verlek át&lt;br /&gt;Ha belekezdtél hát folytasd tovább&lt;br /&gt;Ha akarod suttoghatsz nekem&lt;br /&gt;Az is elég hogy halljam, és én majd&lt;br /&gt;Ott leszek és segítek ha baj van&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha nem hiszed el hogy az életed ajándék&lt;br /&gt;Nézd meg jobban hogy élnek anyádék&lt;br /&gt;Ha nem hiszed el hogy az élet&lt;br /&gt;Tényleg örökké tart&lt;br /&gt;Hiába úszol belefulladsz pedig&lt;br /&gt;Ott van a másik part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na jól van, borítsunk fátylat a múltra&lt;br /&gt;A dolgok jönnek aztán mennek hirtelen és&lt;br /&gt;Néha elvisznek magukkal arra az útra&lt;br /&gt;Ahol az érzelmek laknak nem az értelem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gyere ne félj tõlem én jól tudom mi bánt&lt;br /&gt;Néha mindenki elkövet néhány hibát&lt;br /&gt;De ha magadba nézel és azt látod hogy&lt;br /&gt;A szíved tiszta akkor&lt;br /&gt;Jó az út amin jársz és többé&lt;br /&gt;Ne is fordulj vissza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha nem hiszed el hogy az életed ajándék&lt;br /&gt;Nézd meg jobban hogy élnek anyádék&lt;br /&gt;Ha nem hiszed el hogy az élet&lt;br /&gt;Tényleg örökké tart&lt;br /&gt;Hiába úszol belefulladsz pedig&lt;br /&gt;Ott van a másik part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha nem hiszed el hogy az életed ajándék&lt;br /&gt;Nézd meg jobban hogy élnek anyádék&lt;br /&gt;Ha nem hiszed el hogy az élet&lt;br /&gt;Tényleg' örökké tart&lt;br /&gt;Hiába úszol belefulladsz pedig&lt;br /&gt;Ott van a másik part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gyere mondd el mi a baj béb' én figyelek rád&lt;br /&gt;Elõttem ne legyen titkod én nem vagyok az apád&lt;br /&gt;Látom van valami ami a szivedet nyomja&lt;br /&gt;Tudom az élet súlya, tudom a világ gondja&lt;br /&gt;Az élet súlya, a világ gondja&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-1767954774625146629?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/1767954774625146629/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=1767954774625146629' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/1767954774625146629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/1767954774625146629'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hisakawa Aya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shinohara Emi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OST'/><title type='text'>Sailor Senshi: Moon Revenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;[All senshi]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span title="Grasping tightly to a love you've finally found your way to,"&gt;yatto tadoritsuita ai, nigirishime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span title="you rest gently in a brief sleep."&gt;chiisa na nemuri ni yasuragu hito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span title="Laying a goodbye kiss on your closed eyelid,"&gt;tojita mabuta ni sayonara, kuchidzukete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span title="I left you behind in the garden of time."&gt;toki no hanazono ni anata okizari ni shita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Mitsuishi Kotono (Sailor Moon)]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai wa yume no mama de wa&lt;br /&gt;tsudzukanai&lt;br /&gt;musaboreba, utsukushii shikabane,&lt;br /&gt;soredemo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[All senshi]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nozomu no nara, oikakete kite&lt;br /&gt;ano kuchidzuke wa akai tattoo;&lt;br /&gt;sadame no yokoku kizamu tattoo&lt;br /&gt;watashi ni nara, hitome de wakaru&lt;br /&gt;kuchibiru-gata ni itamu tattoo;&lt;br /&gt;kakusenai wa anata&lt;br /&gt;It's Moon Revenge, wooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Hisakawa Aya (Sailor Mercury)]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yami ni tojikomerarete mo hikareau&lt;br /&gt;O-RA wa kesenai, tajiro ga nai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Tomizawa Michie (Sailor Mars)]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sukete miete'ru wakare de moe nagara&lt;br /&gt;tsugi no meguriai mo  mata anata ga ii to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Shinohara Emi (Sailor Jupiter)]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai wa fukaku naru hodo&lt;br /&gt;yokubari de&lt;br /&gt;toiki sae shibaritai rifujin,&lt;br /&gt;soredemo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Fukami Rika (Sailor Venus)]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hikari no uzu   noboritsumete'ku&lt;br /&gt;akai kioku wa doku no tattoo&lt;br /&gt;mirai no KAOSU shimesu tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[All senshi]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;futari de nara, kudakechiru made&lt;br /&gt;kuchibiru-gata ni itamu tattoo&lt;br /&gt;daita mama de ii wa&lt;br /&gt;It's Moon Revenge, wooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[All senshi]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nozomu no nara, oikakete kite&lt;br /&gt;ano kuchidzuke wa akai tattoo;&lt;br /&gt;sadame no yokoku kizamu tattoo&lt;br /&gt;watashi ni nara, hitome de wakaru&lt;br /&gt;kuchibiru-gata ni itamu tattoo;&lt;br /&gt;kakusenai wa anata&lt;br /&gt;It's Moon Revenge, wooo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-3046788264878537353?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/3046788264878537353/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-1408186145535115824</id><published>2007-04-09T21:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:14:58.969+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presser Gábor'/><title type='text'>Presser Gábor: Nagy Utazás</title><content type='html'>Fáradtnak tűnsz, mintha nem a régi volnál.&lt;br /&gt;Hol van a tűz? Hova lett a mindig sóvár régi láz?&lt;br /&gt;Az a régi égi láz, amivel beléptél s megszerettelek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagy utazás, azt mondtad, hogy ez az élet,&lt;br /&gt;S nem halunk meg, az ember soha el nem téved,&lt;br /&gt;Égi láz, a bizonyos égi láz,&lt;br /&gt;Tőled kaptam, majd meghaltam, majd elégtem én.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mivé legyek most nélküle?&lt;br /&gt;Hová megyek így nélküle?&lt;br /&gt;Te meg csak ülsz, fáradtnak tűnsz,&lt;br /&gt;Tova tűnt szép ígéretek, nélülük én hová legyek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagy utazás - a vonatunk újra indul,&lt;br /&gt;Nagy utazás - most a vágyunk már megint új útra visz,&lt;br /&gt;Induljunk el hát megint, gyere velem most az ígéret szerint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagy lesz az út, de mi, ugye, mégse várunk?&lt;br /&gt;A vonatunk nekilódul, újra száguld,&lt;br /&gt;Régi láz, hajtja az a régi láz,&lt;br /&gt;Tőled kaptam, majd meghaltam, majd elégtem én.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elindulunk, elindulunk. Az éjbe megy a vonatunk.&lt;br /&gt;S az éjszaka, az éjszaka, a puhatestű éjszaka&lt;br /&gt;Vonatunk kattogó zaja...&lt;br /&gt;Mint régi jó barátokat, majd úgy fogad, majd úgy fogad.&lt;br /&gt;Egy utazás az életünk, azt mondtad, hát megint megyünk,&lt;br /&gt;Nagy utazás az életünk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-1408186145535115824?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/1408186145535115824/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=1408186145535115824' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/1408186145535115824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/1408186145535115824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2007/04/presser-gbor-nagy-utazs.html' title='Presser Gábor: Nagy Utazás'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-8863000932923164991</id><published>2007-04-07T15:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T13:33:38.843+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radiohead'/><title type='text'>Radiohead: Creep (acoustic)</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Ffred.zered.free.fr%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FRadiohead%20-%20Creep%20%28Acoustic%29.mp3.rbs&amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were here before&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't look you in the eye&lt;br /&gt;You're just like an angel&lt;br /&gt;Your skin makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;You float like a feather&lt;br /&gt;In a beautiful world&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I was special&lt;br /&gt;You're so very special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I want to have control&lt;br /&gt;I want a perfect body&lt;br /&gt;I want a perfect soul&lt;br /&gt;I want you to notice&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not around&lt;br /&gt;You're so very special&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's running out again,&lt;br /&gt;She's running out&lt;br /&gt;She's run run run running out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you want&lt;br /&gt;You're so very special&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo,&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here.&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="popup" onclick="window.open('http://gyerekember.uw.hu/zene/creep.html','Radiohead: Creep','toolbar=0,location=0,directories=0,menuBar=0,scrollbars=0,resizable=0,status=0,width=640,height=480,left=200,top=100');return false;" title="Radiohead: Creep"&gt;Watch the video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-8863000932923164991?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/8863000932923164991/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=8863000932923164991' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/8863000932923164991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/8863000932923164991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2007/04/radiohead-creep.html' title='Radiohead: Creep (acoustic)'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-2569367715887951953</id><published>2007-04-07T15:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T15:21:48.291+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norah Jones'/><title type='text'>Norah Jones: Sinkin' Soon</title><content type='html'>We're an oyster cracker on the stew,&lt;br /&gt;And the honey in the tea,&lt;br /&gt;We're the sugar cubes, one lump or two,&lt;br /&gt;In the black coffee,&lt;br /&gt;The golden crust on an apple pie,&lt;br /&gt;That shines in the sun at noon,&lt;br /&gt;We're a wheel of cheese high in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;But we're gonna be sinkin' soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a boat that's built of sticks and hay,&lt;br /&gt;We drifted from the shore,&lt;br /&gt;With a captain who's too proud to say,&lt;br /&gt;That he dropped the oar,&lt;br /&gt;Now a tiny hole has sprung a leak,&lt;br /&gt;In this cheap pontoon,&lt;br /&gt;Now the hull has started growing weak,&lt;br /&gt;And we're gonna be sinkin' soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Sinkin' soon,&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Sinkin' soon,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody hold your breath 'cause,&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna be sinkin' soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Sinkin' soon,&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Sinkin' soon,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody hold your breath 'cause,&lt;br /&gt;Down and down we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the oyster cracker on the stew,&lt;br /&gt;The honey in the tea&lt;br /&gt;The sugar cubes, one lump or two?&lt;br /&gt;No thank you none for me.&lt;br /&gt;We're the golden crust on an apple pie,&lt;br /&gt;That shines in the sun at noon,&lt;br /&gt;Like the wheel of cheese high in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Well ... we're gonna be sinkin' soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-2569367715887951953?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/2569367715887951953/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=2569367715887951953' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/2569367715887951953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/2569367715887951953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2007/04/norah-jones-sinkin-soon.html' title='Norah Jones: Sinkin&apos; Soon'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-4848187432849921938</id><published>2007-04-07T15:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T15:17:27.607+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moonspell'/><title type='text'>Moonspell: Alma Mater</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fel.pablito.free.fr%2FForum%2Fradioblog%2Fsounds%2FMoonspell%20-%20Alma%20Matter.rbs&amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue speaks to Me&lt;br /&gt;In the strongest way I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;I know that she sees in Me&lt;br /&gt;Her proudest child, her purest breed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She speaks to Me in colours&lt;br /&gt;That I can't really understand&lt;br /&gt;I only know that they are ours&lt;br /&gt;And to those I'll proudly bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am your only child&lt;br /&gt;And you my dearest mystery&lt;br /&gt;From an ancient throne I defy the world&lt;br /&gt;To kneel before the Power within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am your only child&lt;br /&gt;And you my dearest mystery&lt;br /&gt;World can't you see it?&lt;br /&gt;Am I alone in my belief?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virando costas ao mundo&lt;br /&gt;Orgulhosamente sós&lt;br /&gt;Glória antiga, volta a nós!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALMA MATER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking waves announce my Bride&lt;br /&gt;It is the only way the Sea could sing&lt;br /&gt;Legends of Lusitanian pride&lt;br /&gt;He sings the words I cannot spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Moon Mountain six wolves cry&lt;br /&gt;Your lost glory we'll regain or die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am her only child&lt;br /&gt;And she is my dearest mystery&lt;br /&gt;Pagan Gods in conspiracy&lt;br /&gt;For the sword of Tyranny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue has spoke to thee&lt;br /&gt;In the strongest way they've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;World can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;I am not alone in my belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALMA MATER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virando costas ao Mundo&lt;br /&gt;Orgulhosamente sós&lt;br /&gt;Gloria Antiga, volta a nos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALMA MATER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue has spoke to Me&lt;br /&gt;In the strongest way I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;I know that she sees in Me&lt;br /&gt;Her proudest child, her purest breed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She speaks to Me in colours&lt;br /&gt;I can't really understand&lt;br /&gt;I only know that they are ours&lt;br /&gt;and to those I'll proudly bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am her only child&lt;br /&gt;And she is my dearest mystery&lt;br /&gt;From an ancient throne I defy the world&lt;br /&gt;To kneel before the powers within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am her only child&lt;br /&gt;And she is my dearest tragedy&lt;br /&gt;World can't you see it?&lt;br /&gt;I am not alone in my belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virando costas ao Mundo&lt;br /&gt;Orgulhosamente sós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALMA MATER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-4848187432849921938?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/4848187432849921938/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=4848187432849921938' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/4848187432849921938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/4848187432849921938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2007/04/moonspell-alma-mater.html' title='Moonspell: Alma Mater'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-2448885644243119883</id><published>2007-04-07T13:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T13:17:49.848+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghymes'/><title type='text'>Ghymes: Szárnyaskezű Szeretők</title><content type='html'>Elképzelt csók a hatalom,&lt;br /&gt;Ez a világ másolt papíron,&lt;br /&gt;Lázadtól hűt a nyugalom,&lt;br /&gt;S a vérem maga-magamon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunyd le most lassan a szemed,&lt;br /&gt;Holnap történt meg, mi lepereg,&lt;br /&gt;Hozzád ért az órám s leszakadt,&lt;br /&gt;Sírásod mega-megakadt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nincs álmunk könnyű idején,&lt;br /&gt;Nincs kastélyunk hűs kockakövén,&lt;br /&gt;Alszik most kényes bizalom,&lt;br /&gt;Akarod s aka-akarom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engedjétek meg, ha lehet,&lt;br /&gt;Tárjunk szét szárnyas kezeket,&lt;br /&gt;Föntről lássuk meg a helyet, hol&lt;br /&gt;Robbantunk szeme-szemeket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Szőlőből bor, ha született,&lt;br /&gt;A borból könny, ha született,&lt;br /&gt;Belőlünk, mit tudsz, mi lehet?&lt;br /&gt;Szorítsd a keze-kezemet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jobb lesz jövőre, az a baj,&lt;br /&gt;Jobb lesz jövőre a tavaly,&lt;br /&gt;Rend élén trónol a zavar,&lt;br /&gt;Rend élén a za- a zavar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hús nélkül semmi szerelem,&lt;br /&gt;Hús nélkül semmi szerelem,&lt;br /&gt;Hús nélkül semmi szerelem,&lt;br /&gt;Hús nélkül szere-szerelem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hús nélkül semmi szerelem,&lt;br /&gt;Hús nélkül semmi szerelem,&lt;br /&gt;Hús nélkül semmi szerelem,&lt;br /&gt;Hús nélkül szere-szerelem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-2448885644243119883?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-3959170060923198095</id><published>2007-04-07T13:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T13:09:02.441+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enya'/><title type='text'>Enya: Only If</title><content type='html'>When theres a shadow, you follow the sun.&lt;br /&gt;When there is love, then you look for the one.&lt;br /&gt;And for the promises, there is the sky.&lt;br /&gt;And for the heavens are those who can fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;If you really want to, you can hear me say&lt;br /&gt;Only if you want to will you a way.&lt;br /&gt;If you really want to you can seize the day.&lt;br /&gt;Only if you want to will you fly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da, da da da da da.&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da, da da da da da,&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When theres a journey, you follow a star.&lt;br /&gt;When theres an ocean, you sail from afar.&lt;br /&gt;And for the broken heart, there is the sky.&lt;br /&gt;And for tomorrow are those who can fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da, da da da da da.&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da, da da da da da,&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh go doe bay mwa.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh go doe bay mwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! je voudrai voler comme un oiseau daile&lt;br /&gt;Ah! je voudrai voler comme un oiseau daile,&lt;br /&gt;Daile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh go doe bay mwa.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh go doe bay mwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really want to you can seize the day.&lt;br /&gt;Only if you want to will you fly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4t9XltqSdZ8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2007/04/enya-only-if.html' title='Enya: Only If'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-116004721180379793</id><published>2006-10-05T13:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T10:59:08.846+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muse'/><title type='text'>Muse: Thoughts of a Dying Atheist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Eerie whispers&lt;br/&gt;  trapped beneath my pillow&lt;br/&gt;  won't let me sleep&lt;br/&gt;  your memories&lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  I know you're in this room&lt;br/&gt;  I'm sure I heard you sigh&lt;br/&gt;  floating in-between&lt;br/&gt;  where our worlds collide&lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  It scares the hell out of me&lt;br/&gt;  and the end is all I can see&lt;br/&gt;  and it scares the hell out of me&lt;br/&gt;  and the end is all I can see&lt;br/&gt;  yea yea yeaaaaa yea yea &lt;br/&gt;  yea yea yea &lt;br/&gt;  yea yea o aaa oaaaaaaa!!&lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  I know the moment's near&lt;br/&gt;  and there's nothing we can do&lt;br/&gt;  look through a faithless eye&lt;br/&gt;  are you afraid to die?&lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  It scares the hell out of me&lt;br/&gt;  and the end is all I can see&lt;br/&gt;  and it scares the hell out of me&lt;br/&gt;  and the end is all I can see&lt;br/&gt;  yea yea yeaaaaa yea yea &lt;br/&gt;  yea yea yea &lt;br/&gt;  yea yea o aaa oaaaaaaa!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-115935714953251727</id><published>2006-09-27T13:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T10:59:26.388+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Chapin'/><title type='text'>Harry Chapin: Cats in the Cradle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;My child arrived just the other day&lt;br/&gt; He came to the world in the usual way&lt;br/&gt; But there were planes to catch and bills to pay&lt;br/&gt; He learned to walk while I was away&lt;br/&gt; And he was talkin' 'fore I knew it&lt;br/&gt; And as he grew he said,&lt;br/&gt; "I'm gonna be like you, Dad,&lt;br/&gt; You know I'm gonna be like you."&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; And the cats in the cradle and the silver spoon,&lt;br/&gt; Little boy blue and the man on the moon.&lt;br/&gt; "When you comin' home, dad?"&lt;br/&gt; "I don't know when. We'll get together then.&lt;br/&gt; You know we'll have a good time then."&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; My son turned ten just the other day.&lt;br/&gt; He said, "Thanks for the ball, Dad. Come on, let's play.&lt;br/&gt; Can you teach me to throw?"&lt;br/&gt; I said, "Not today. I got a lot to do."&lt;br/&gt; He said, "That's okay." And he walked away and he smiled and he said,&lt;br/&gt; "You know, I'm gonna be like him, yeah.&lt;br/&gt; You know I'm gonna be like him."&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; And the cats in the cradle and the silver spoon,&lt;br/&gt; Little boy blue and the man on the moon.&lt;br/&gt; "When you comin' home, dad?"&lt;br/&gt; "I don't know when. We'll get together then.&lt;br/&gt; You know we'll have a good time then."&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Well, he came from college just the other day,&lt;br/&gt; So much like a man I just had to say,&lt;br/&gt; "Son, I'm proud of you. Could you sit for a while?"&lt;br/&gt; He shook his head and he said with a smile,&lt;br/&gt; "What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys.&lt;br/&gt; See you later. Can I have them please ?"&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; And the cats in the cradle and the silver spoon,&lt;br/&gt; Little boy blue and the man on the moon.&lt;br/&gt; "When you comin' home, Son?"&lt;br/&gt; "I don't know when. We'll get together then, dad.&lt;br/&gt; You know we'll have a good time then."&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; I've long since retired, my son's moved away.&lt;br/&gt; I called him up just the other day.&lt;br/&gt; I said "I'd like to see you, if you don't mind."&lt;br/&gt; He said, "I'd love to, Dad, if I can find the time.&lt;br/&gt; You see my new job's a hassle and the kids have the flu,&lt;br/&gt; But it's sure nice talkin' to you, Dad.&lt;br/&gt; It's been sure nice talkin' to you."&lt;br/&gt; And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me,&lt;br/&gt; He'd grown up just like me.&lt;br/&gt; My boy was just like me.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; And the cats in the cradle and the silver spoon,&lt;br/&gt; Little boy blue and the man on the moon.&lt;br/&gt; "When you comin' home, son?"&lt;br/&gt; "I don't know when, but we'll get together then, dad,&lt;br/&gt; You know we'll have a good time then."&lt;br/&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-115935714953251727?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/115935714953251727/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=115935714953251727' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/115935714953251727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/115935714953251727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2006/09/harry-chapin-cats-in-cradle.html' title='Harry Chapin: Cats in the Cradle'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-115927236874132552</id><published>2006-09-26T14:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T10:59:08.847+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muse'/><title type='text'>Muse: Knights of Cydonia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come ride with me through the veins of history&lt;br/&gt;  			    I'll show you a God who falls asleep on the job&lt;br/&gt;  			    How can we win when fools can be kings?&lt;br/&gt;  		    Don't waste your time or time will waste you&lt;/p&gt;   				&lt;p&gt;No-one's gonna take me alive&lt;br/&gt;  				  The time has come to make things right&lt;br/&gt;  				  You and I must fight for our rights&lt;br/&gt;  				  You and I must fight to survive &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-115927236874132552?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/115927236874132552/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=115927236874132552' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/115927236874132552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/115927236874132552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2006/09/muse-knights-of-cydonia.html' title='Muse: Knights of Cydonia'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-115927482067734788</id><published>2006-09-26T14:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T10:59:08.848+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muse'/><title type='text'>Muse: Hysteria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's bugging me&lt;br/&gt;  Grating me&lt;br/&gt;  And twisting me around&lt;/p&gt;   			    &lt;p&gt;Yeah I'm endlessly&lt;br/&gt;    Caving in&lt;br/&gt;    And turning inside out&lt;/p&gt;   			    &lt;p&gt;'cause I want it now&lt;br/&gt;    I want it now&lt;br/&gt;    Give me your heart and your soul&lt;br/&gt;    And I'm breaking out&lt;br/&gt;    I'm breaking out&lt;br/&gt;    Last chance to lose control&lt;/p&gt;   			    &lt;p&gt;Yeah it's holding me&lt;br/&gt;    Morphing me&lt;br/&gt;    And forcing me to strive&lt;/p&gt;   			    &lt;p&gt;To be endlessly&lt;br/&gt;    Cold within&lt;br/&gt;    And dreaming I'm alive&lt;/p&gt;   			    &lt;p&gt;'cause I want it now&lt;br/&gt;    I want it now&lt;br/&gt;    Give me your heart and your soul&lt;br/&gt;    I'm not breaking down&lt;br/&gt;    I'm breaking out&lt;br/&gt;    Last chance to lose control&lt;/p&gt;   			    &lt;p&gt;And I want you now&lt;br/&gt;    I want you now&lt;br/&gt;    I feel my heart implode&lt;br/&gt;    And I'm breaking out&lt;br/&gt;    Escaping now&lt;br/&gt;    Feeling my faith erode&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-115927482067734788?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/115927482067734788/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=115927482067734788' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/115927482067734788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/115927482067734788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2006/09/muse-hysteria.html' title='Muse: Hysteria'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-115173511222031197</id><published>2006-07-01T08:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:00:44.729+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alanis Morisette'/><title type='text'>Alanis Morisette: Ironic</title><content type='html'>An old man turned ninety-eight&lt;br /&gt;He won the lottery and died the next day&lt;br /&gt;It's a black fly in your Chardonnay&lt;br /&gt;It's a death row pardon two minutes too late&lt;br /&gt;And isn't it ironic... don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like rain on your wedding day&lt;br /&gt;It's a free ride when you've already paid&lt;br /&gt;It's the good advice that you just didn't take&lt;br /&gt;And who would've thought, it figures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly&lt;br /&gt;He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye&lt;br /&gt;He waited his whole damn life to take that flight&lt;br /&gt;And as the plane crashed down he thought&lt;br /&gt;"Well isn't this nice..."&lt;br /&gt;And isn't it ironic... don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like rain on your wedding day&lt;br /&gt;It's a free ride when you've already paid&lt;br /&gt;It's the good advice that you just didn't take&lt;br /&gt;And who would've thought, it figures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you&lt;br /&gt;When you think everything's okay and everything's going right&lt;br /&gt;And life has a funny way of helping you out when&lt;br /&gt;You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up in your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A traffic jam when you're already late&lt;br /&gt;A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break&lt;br /&gt;It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife&lt;br /&gt;It's meeting the man of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And then meeting his beautiful wife&lt;br /&gt;And isn't it ironic... don't you think&lt;br /&gt;A little too ironic... yeah, I really do think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like rain on your wedding day&lt;br /&gt;It's a free ride when you've already paid&lt;br /&gt;It's the good advice that you just didn't take&lt;br /&gt;And who would've thought, it figures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you&lt;br /&gt;Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out&lt;br /&gt;Helping you out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-115173511222031197?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/115173511222031197/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=115173511222031197' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/115173511222031197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/115173511222031197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2006/07/alanis-morisette-ironic.html' title='Alanis Morisette: Ironic'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-115029427339890665</id><published>2006-06-14T15:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T07:43:52.206+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad Paisley'/><title type='text'>Brad Paisley: Whiskey Lullaby</title><content type='html'>She put him out, like the burning end of a midnight cigarette&lt;br /&gt;She broke his heart, he spent his whole life trying to forget&lt;br /&gt;We watched him drink his pain away, a little at a time&lt;br /&gt;But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind, until the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger&lt;br /&gt;And finally drank away her memory.&lt;br /&gt;Life is short, but this time it was bigger&lt;br /&gt;than the strength he had to get up off his knees.&lt;br /&gt;We found him with his face down in the pillow,&lt;br /&gt;With a note that said I love her till I die.&lt;br /&gt;And when we buried him beneath the willow&lt;br /&gt;The angels sang a whiskey lullaby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rumours flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself&lt;br /&gt;For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath&lt;br /&gt;She finally drank her pain away, a little at a time,&lt;br /&gt;But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind until the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger&lt;br /&gt;And finally drank away his memory.&lt;br /&gt;Life is short, but this time it was bigger&lt;br /&gt;than the strength she had to get up off her knees.&lt;br /&gt;We found her with her face down in the pillow&lt;br /&gt;Clinging to his picture for dear life.&lt;br /&gt;We layed her next to him beneath the willow&lt;br /&gt;while the angels sang a whiskey lullaby....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-115029427339890665?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/115029427339890665/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=115029427339890665' title='1 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/115029427339890665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/115029427339890665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2006/06/brad-paisley-whiskey-lullaby.html' title='Brad Paisley: Whiskey Lullaby'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-114745215028003577</id><published>2006-05-12T18:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T13:53:10.235+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yann Tiersen'/><title type='text'>Yann Tiersen: Les Jours Tristes</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#F6EBDF"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fkaddenzia.free.fr%2Fsounds%2FYann%20Tiersen%20-%20Les%20jours%20tristes.mp3.rbs&amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard, hard not to sit on your hands&lt;br /&gt;And bury your head in the sand&lt;br /&gt;Hard not to make other plans&lt;br /&gt;and claim that you've done all you can all along&lt;br /&gt;And life must go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard, hard to stand up for what's right&lt;br /&gt;And bring home the bacon each night&lt;br /&gt;Hard not to break down and cry&lt;br /&gt;When every idea that you've tried has been wrong&lt;br /&gt;But you must carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard but you know it's worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know you've got the truth on your side&lt;br /&gt;When the accusations fly, hold tight&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid of what they'll say&lt;br /&gt;Who cares what cowards think, anyway&lt;br /&gt;They will understand one day, one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard, hard when you're here all alone&lt;br /&gt;And everyone else has gone home&lt;br /&gt;Harder to know right from wrong&lt;br /&gt;When all objectivity's gone, and it's gone&lt;br /&gt;But you still carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you, you are the only one left&lt;br /&gt;And you've got to clean up this mess&lt;br /&gt;You know you'll end up like the rest&lt;br /&gt;Bitter and twisted, unless&lt;br /&gt;You stay strong and you carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard but you know it's worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;'cause you know you've got the truth on your side&lt;br /&gt;When the accusations fly, hold tight&lt;br /&gt;And don't be afraid of what they'll say&lt;br /&gt;Who cares what cowards think anyway?&lt;br /&gt;They will understand one day, one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-114745215028003577?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/114745215028003577/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-114709079518012608</id><published>2006-05-08T14:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:02:43.265+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nizlopi'/><title type='text'>Nizlopi: JCB song</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm rumblin' in this JCB.&lt;br /&gt;I'm 5 years old and my dad's giant sitting beside me.&lt;br /&gt;And the engine rattles my bum like berserk&lt;br /&gt;While we're singin, "Don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's totally had a bloody hard day&lt;br /&gt;But he's been good fun and bubblin and jokin' away&lt;br /&gt;And the procession of cars stuck behind&lt;br /&gt;are gettin all impatient and angry, but we dont mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An' we're holdin up the bypass, oh&lt;br /&gt;Me and my dad havin a top laugh, oh woah&lt;br /&gt;Sittin on the toolbox, oh&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so glad I'm not in school, boss&lt;br /&gt;So glad I'm not in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we pull over to let the cars pass&lt;br /&gt;And pull off again, speedin by the summer green grass&lt;br /&gt;And we're like giants up here in our big yellow digger&lt;br /&gt;Like zoids, or transformers, or maybe even bigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna transform into a Tyrannosaurus Rex!&lt;br /&gt;And eat up all the bullies and the teachers and their pets&lt;br /&gt;And I'll tell all my mates my dad's B.A. Baracus&lt;br /&gt;Only with a JCB and Bruce Lee's nunchuckas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And We're holdin up the bypass, oh&lt;br /&gt;Me and my dad havin a top laugh, oh woah&lt;br /&gt;Sittin on the toolbox, oh&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so glad I'm not in school, boss&lt;br /&gt;So glad I'm not in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're holdin up the bypass, oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Me and my dad havin a top laugh, oh woah&lt;br /&gt;I'm sittin on the toolbox, oh oh&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so glad I'm not in school, boss,&lt;br /&gt;So glad I'm not in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm Luke, I'm five, and my dad's Bruce Lee. Drives me round in his JCB.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Luke, I'm five, and my dad's Bruce Lee. Drives me round in his JCB.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Luke, I'm five, and my dad's Bruce Lee. Drives me round in his JCB.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Luke, I'm five, and my dad's Bruce Lee. Drives me round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're holdin' up the bypass, woah&lt;br /&gt;Me and my dad havin a top laugh, oh woah&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sittin on the toolbox, oh&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so glad I'm not in school, boss,&lt;br /&gt;So glad I'm not in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I'm Luke, I'm five, and my dad's Bruce Lee. Drives me round in his JCB.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Luke, I'm five, and my dad's Bruce Lee. Drives me round in his&lt;br /&gt;I'm Luke, I'm five, and my dad's Bruce Lee. Drives me round in his JCB.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Luke, I'm five, and my dad's Bruce Lee. Drives me round in his JCB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-114709079518012608?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/114709079518012608/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=114709079518012608' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/114709079518012608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/114709079518012608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2006/05/nizlopi-jcb-song.html' title='Nizlopi: JCB song'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-114643728523832328</id><published>2006-05-01T00:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:03:11.341+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Beautiful South'/><title type='text'>The Beautiful South: Rotterdam</title><content type='html'>And the women tug their hair&lt;br /&gt;Like they're trying to prove it won't fall out&lt;br /&gt;And all the men are gargoyles&lt;br /&gt;Dipped long in Irish stout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole place is pickled&lt;br /&gt;The people are pickles for sure&lt;br /&gt;And no-one knows if they've done more here&lt;br /&gt;Than they ever would do in a jar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be Rotterdam or anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool or Rome&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere alone&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone is blonde&lt;br /&gt;And everyone is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;and when blondes and beautiful are multiple&lt;br /&gt;they become so dull and dutiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when faced with dull and dutiful&lt;br /&gt;They fire red warning flares&lt;br /&gt;Battle-Khaki personality&lt;br /&gt;With red underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be Rotterdam or anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool or Rome&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere alone&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole place is pickled&lt;br /&gt;The people are pickles for sure&lt;br /&gt;And no-one knows if they've done more here&lt;br /&gt;Than they ever would do in a jar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be Rotterdam or anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool or Rome&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be Rotterdam or anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool or Rome&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-114643728523832328?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/114643728523832328/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=114643728523832328' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/114643728523832328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/114643728523832328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2006/05/beautiful-south-rotterdam.html' title='The Beautiful South: Rotterdam'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-114638597119676679</id><published>2006-04-30T10:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:03:33.576+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Hot Chili Peppers'/><title type='text'>Red Hot Chili Peppers: Dani California</title><content type='html'>Gettin' born in the state of Mississippi&lt;br /&gt;Papa was a copper and mama was a hippie&lt;br /&gt;In Alabama she would swing a hammer&lt;br /&gt;Price you gotta pay when you pick the panorama&lt;br /&gt;She never knew that there was anything more than poor&lt;br /&gt;What in the world? What does your confidant take me for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black bandana, sweet Louisiana&lt;br /&gt;Robbin' on a bank in the state of Indiana&lt;br /&gt;She's a runner, rebel and a stunner&lt;br /&gt;Hunt em everywhere sayin baby whatcha gonna&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' down the barrel of a hot metal forty five&lt;br /&gt;Just another way to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California rest in peace&lt;br /&gt;Simultaneous release&lt;br /&gt;California show your teeth&lt;br /&gt;She's my priestess, I'm your priest, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a lover baby and a fighter&lt;br /&gt;Should of seen her coming when it got a little brighter&lt;br /&gt;With a name like Dani California&lt;br /&gt;Day was gonna come when I was gonna mourn ya&lt;br /&gt;A little lotus, she was stealin' another breath&lt;br /&gt;I love my baby to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California rest in peace&lt;br /&gt;Simultaneous release&lt;br /&gt;California show your teeth&lt;br /&gt;She's my priestess, I'm your priest, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew the other side of you?&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that all this time to prove?&lt;br /&gt;Too true to say good bye to you&lt;br /&gt;Too true too sad sad sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First to fade her gifted animator&lt;br /&gt;One for the now and eleven for the later&lt;br /&gt;Never made it up to Minnesota&lt;br /&gt;North Dakota man was a gunnin' for the quota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down in the badlands she was savin' the best for last&lt;br /&gt;It only hurts when I laugh&lt;br /&gt;Gone too fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California rest in peace&lt;br /&gt;Simultaneous release&lt;br /&gt;California show your teeth&lt;br /&gt;She's my priestess, I'm your priest, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California rest in peace&lt;br /&gt;Simultaneous release&lt;br /&gt;California show your teeth&lt;br /&gt;She's my priestess, I'm your priest, yeah, yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-114638597119676679?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/114638597119676679/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=114638597119676679' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/114638597119676679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/114638597119676679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2006/04/red-hot-chili-peppers-dani-california.html' title='Red Hot Chili Peppers: Dani California'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-113813554476802510</id><published>2006-01-24T21:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:03:58.620+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Stranglers'/><title type='text'>The Stranglers: Golden Brown</title><content type='html'>Golden brown texture like sun&lt;br /&gt;Lays me down with my mind she runs&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the night&lt;br /&gt;No need to fight&lt;br /&gt;Never a frown with golden brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time just like the last&lt;br /&gt;On her ship tied to the mast&lt;br /&gt;To distant lands&lt;br /&gt;Takes both my hands&lt;br /&gt;Never a frown with golden brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden brown finer temptress&lt;br /&gt;Through the ages she's heading west&lt;br /&gt;From far away&lt;br /&gt;Stays for a day&lt;br /&gt;Never a frown with golden brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Never a frown) Never a frown (never a frown)&lt;br /&gt;(Never a frown) With golden brown (with golden brown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Never a frown) Never a frown (never a frown)&lt;br /&gt;(Never a frown) With golden brown (with golden brown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Never a frown) Never a frown (never a frown)&lt;br /&gt;(Never a frown) With golden brown (with golden brown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Never a frown) Never a frown (never a frown)&lt;br /&gt;(Never a frown) With golden brown (with golden brown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Never a frown) Never a frown (never a frown)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-113813554476802510?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/113813554476802510/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=113813554476802510' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/113813554476802510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/113813554476802510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2006/01/stranglers-golden-brown.html' title='The Stranglers: Golden Brown'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-112957941843706266</id><published>2005-10-17T21:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:04:14.764+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beatles'/><title type='text'>The Beatles: Nowhere Man</title><content type='html'>He's a real Nowhere Man,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in his Nowhere Land,&lt;br /&gt;Making all his nowhere plans for nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't have a point of view,&lt;br /&gt;Knows not where he's going to -&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he a bit like you and me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere Man, please listen,&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you're missing,&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere Man, the world is at your command!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's as blind as he can be,&lt;br /&gt;Just sees what he wants to see,&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere Man, can you see me at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere Man, don't worry,&lt;br /&gt;Take your time, don't hurry,&lt;br /&gt;Leave it on, 'till somebody else lends you a hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't have a point of view,&lt;br /&gt;Knows not where he's going to -&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he a bit like you and me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere Man, please listen,&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you're missing,&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere Man, the world is at your command!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a real Nowhere Man,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in his Nowhere Land,&lt;br /&gt;Making all his nowhere plans for nobody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-112957941843706266?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/112957941843706266/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=112957941843706266' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/112957941843706266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/112957941843706266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2005/10/beatles-nowhere-man.html' title='The Beatles: Nowhere Man'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-112743620280203326</id><published>2005-09-23T02:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:04:24.440+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Team'/><title type='text'>One Team: Nincs végállomás</title><content type='html'>Elindulunk, megérkezünk&lt;br /&gt;Csepp a tengerben leszünk&lt;br /&gt;Kihívás az életünk&lt;br /&gt;Indulunk, megint megyünk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zakatol a vonat, száguldás!&lt;br /&gt;Egy merész álom: nincs állomás&lt;br /&gt;Létezés és pusztulás&lt;br /&gt;Sírásból szelíd távozás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Az élet nem végállomás&lt;br /&gt;Egy színes film- és mozivarázs!&lt;br /&gt;A játszóház magába zár&lt;br /&gt;Színben fürdő karnevál&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elindulunk, megérkezünk&lt;br /&gt;Csepp a tengerben leszünk&lt;br /&gt;Kihívás az életünk&lt;br /&gt;Indulunk, megint megyünk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Az élet nem végállomás&lt;br /&gt;Egy színes film- és mozivarázs!&lt;br /&gt;A játszóház magába zár&lt;br /&gt;Színben fürdő karnevál&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Az élet nem végállomás&lt;br /&gt;Egy színes film- és mozivarázs!&lt;br /&gt;Pörög a film, jár a vekker&lt;br /&gt;Ha véget ér majd, ébressz fel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-112743620280203326?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/112743620280203326/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=112743620280203326' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/112743620280203326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/112743620280203326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-team-nincs-vglloms.html' title='One Team: Nincs végállomás'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-112275661429440904</id><published>2005-07-30T22:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:01:09.234+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharon Stones'/><title type='text'>Sharon Stones: Testbeszéd</title><content type='html'>Minek használsz nagy szavakat, mikor hallgatni kéne?&lt;br /&gt;Odabújni a másik emberhez.&lt;br /&gt;Van az úgy, hogy feleslegesen mondod ki őket,&lt;br /&gt;néha semmit se jelentenek!&lt;br /&gt;Spórolj a levegővel és tartsd a szót magadban,&lt;br /&gt;fogalmazd meg egy simogatásban!&lt;br /&gt;Hagyd el a fogalmakat és öleld át, szorítsd, karold fel,&lt;br /&gt;így majd a véred dobolja el...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom-dom-dom, dom-dom-dom, dom-dom-dom, dobogja majd.&lt;br /&gt;Dom-dom-dom, dom-dom-dom, dom-dom-dom, dobogja majd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minek használsz nagy szavakat, mikor hallgatni kéne,&lt;br /&gt;a zörejek miként halnak el?&lt;br /&gt;Csend van, nyugalom van, csak a vér zubog folyton,&lt;br /&gt;te is érzed a halántékodon.&lt;br /&gt;Ne hagyja el artikulált hang váratlanul a torkodat,&lt;br /&gt;másképp mutassa, jól érzed magad!&lt;br /&gt;Remegő ujjbegyeddel simítsd végig a homlokát,&lt;br /&gt;így kívánj jó éjszakát!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom-dom-dom, dom-dom-dom, dom-dom-dom, dobogja majd.&lt;br /&gt;Dom-dom-dom, dom-dom-dom, dom-dom-dom, dobogja majd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billentyűm lekopogja, bal kamrám visszhangozza,&lt;br /&gt;pár kódolt dobbanással pitvarod falára írja.&lt;br /&gt;Billentyűm lekopogja, bal kamrám visszhangozza,&lt;br /&gt;pár kódolt dobbanással pitvarod falára írja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billentyűm lekopogja, bal kamrám visszhangozza,&lt;br /&gt;pár kódolt dobbanással pitvarod falára írja.&lt;br /&gt;Billentyűm lekopogja, bal kamrám visszhangozza,&lt;br /&gt;pár kódolt dobbanással pitvarod falára írja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billentyűm lekopogja, bal kamrám visszhangozza,&lt;br /&gt;pár kódolt dobbanással pitvarod falára írja majd...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-112275661429440904?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/112275661429440904/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=112275661429440904' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/112275661429440904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/112275661429440904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2005/07/sharon-stones-testbeszd.html' title='Sharon Stones: Testbeszéd'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-112275484491883978</id><published>2005-07-30T22:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:01:09.235+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharon Stones'/><title type='text'>Sharon Stones: Légy boldog</title><content type='html'>Jól kezdődik: gyerek vagy,&lt;br /&gt;beszélni tanulsz, sokat játszol.&lt;br /&gt;A szüleid meséket olvasnak,&lt;br /&gt;falra mászol a nagymamától.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosszabb szünet, írni is tudsz,&lt;br /&gt;hülyékkel vagy összezárva.&lt;br /&gt;Csak te vagy, meg a többiek,&lt;br /&gt;zsebpénzt gyűjtesz egy kazettára.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Csalj egy mosolyt az arcodra,&lt;br /&gt;legyen a szájad finoman kinyitva&lt;br /&gt;görbítsd be a szemöldöködet,&lt;br /&gt;arcodra apró gödröket,&lt;br /&gt;árkokat - a méregfogadat&lt;br /&gt;húzd ki, folytasd, ne add meg magad!&lt;br /&gt;Vegyél föl egy szép ruhát,&lt;br /&gt;valami tarkát, valami tarkát.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Házibulik, barátságok,&lt;br /&gt;égések, lángolások -&lt;br /&gt;ha kivágott az imádott,&lt;br /&gt;utálni kezded a világot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És a margóra kerülsz, az idő nem vár&lt;br /&gt;válladra veszed a gondokat.&lt;br /&gt;"Ha ez leszel, az nem lehetsz már!"&lt;br /&gt;Önpusztítás, bűntudat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Csalj egy mosolyt az arcodra,&lt;br /&gt;legyen a szájad finoman kinyitva&lt;br /&gt;görbítsd be a szemöldöködet,&lt;br /&gt;arcodra apró gödröket,&lt;br /&gt;árkokat - a méregfogadat&lt;br /&gt;húzd ki, folytasd, ne add meg magad!&lt;br /&gt;Vegyél föl egy szép ruhát,&lt;br /&gt;valami tarkát, valami tarkát.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Éjszaka van, és te állsz a téren,&lt;br /&gt;Problémád lesz, arra lélek se jár.&lt;br /&gt;A felszín csacsog, csend a mélyben,&lt;br /&gt;ennyi volt eddig, hogyan tovább?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Csalj egy mosolyt az arcodra,&lt;br /&gt;legyen a szájad finoman kinyitva&lt;br /&gt;görbítsd be a szemöldöködet,&lt;br /&gt;arcodra apró gödröket,&lt;br /&gt;árkokat - a méregfogadat&lt;br /&gt;húzd ki, folytasd, ne add meg magad!&lt;br /&gt;Vegyél föl egy szép ruhát,&lt;br /&gt;valami tarkát, valami tarkát.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Csalj egy mosolyt az arcodra! (Csalj egy mosolyt az arcodra...)&lt;br /&gt;Legyen a szájad finoman kinyitva! (...finoman kinyitva...)&lt;br /&gt;Görbítsd be a szemöldöködet! (...a szemöldöködet...)&lt;br /&gt;Húzd ki a méregfogadat! (...a méregfogadat...)&lt;br /&gt;Hallass vidám hangokat! (Hallass vidám hangokat!)&lt;br /&gt;Hallass vidám hangokat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-112275484491883978?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/112275484491883978/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=112275484491883978' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/112275484491883978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/112275484491883978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2005/07/sharon-stones-lgy-boldog.html' title='Sharon Stones: Légy boldog'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-112132620096500578</id><published>2005-07-14T09:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:04:36.848+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gorillaz'/><title type='text'>Gorillaz: Fire Coming Out Of The Monkey's Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain, there was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived, their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world, obscured as it was by great clouds. Here they played out their peaceful lives, innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing in the world below. To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough. Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town. They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses, but no one noticed them: they only saw shadows. You see, without the Truth of the Eyes, the Happyfolk were blind."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home&lt;br /&gt;Jump back from behind them and shoot them in the head&lt;br /&gt;Now everybody dancing&lt;br /&gt;the dance of the dead,&lt;br /&gt;the dance of the dead,&lt;br /&gt;the dance of the dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In time, Strangefolk found their way into the high reaches of the mountain, and it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable Sincerity and Beauty. By chance, they stumbled upon the Place Where All Good Souls Come to Rest. The Strangefolk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things, and soon they began to mine the mountain, its rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world. Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk slept restlessly, their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls. Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain. Why was it bringing darkness into their lives? And as the Strangefolk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain, holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of them up. For the first time, the Happyfolk felt fearful for they knew that soon the Monkey would soon stir from its deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And then came a sound. Distant first, it grew into castrophany so immense it could be heard far away in space.&lt;br /&gt;There were no screams.&lt;br /&gt;There was no time.&lt;br /&gt;The mountain called Monkey had spoken.&lt;br /&gt;There was only fire.&lt;br /&gt;And then, nothing."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O little town in U.S.A, your time has come to see&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you believe you want&lt;br /&gt;But where were you when it all came down on me?&lt;br /&gt;Did you call me now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-112132620096500578?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/112132620096500578/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=112132620096500578' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/112132620096500578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/112132620096500578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2005/07/gorillaz-fire-coming-out-of-monkeys.html' title='Gorillaz: Fire Coming Out Of The Monkey&apos;s Head'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-112132523526558224</id><published>2005-07-14T09:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:04:36.850+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gorillaz'/><title type='text'>Gorillaz: Dare</title><content type='html'>It's coming up,&lt;br /&gt;It's coming up,&lt;br /&gt;It's coming up,&lt;br /&gt;It's coming up,&lt;br /&gt;It's coming up,&lt;br /&gt;It's coming up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's DARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's DARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to press it on you&lt;br /&gt;You just think it that's what you do baby&lt;br /&gt;Hold it down there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump with them all and move it&lt;br /&gt;Jump back and forth&lt;br /&gt;And feel like you were there Yourself&lt;br /&gt;Work it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never did no harm,&lt;br /&gt;Never did no harm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's DARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming up,&lt;br /&gt;It's coming up,&lt;br /&gt;It's coming up,&lt;br /&gt;It's coming up,&lt;br /&gt;It's coming up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's DARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's DARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to press it on you&lt;br /&gt;You just think it that's what you do baby&lt;br /&gt;Hold it down there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump with them all and move it&lt;br /&gt;Jump back and forth&lt;br /&gt;And feel like you were there Yourself&lt;br /&gt;Work it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never did no harm,&lt;br /&gt;Never did no harm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's DARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming up,&lt;br /&gt;It's coming up,&lt;br /&gt;It's coming up,&lt;br /&gt;It's coming up,&lt;br /&gt;It's coming up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's DARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never did no harm,&lt;br /&gt;Never did no harm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's DARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming up,&lt;br /&gt;It's coming up,&lt;br /&gt;It's coming up,&lt;br /&gt;It's coming up,&lt;br /&gt;It's coming up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's DARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to press it on you&lt;br /&gt;You just think it that's what you do baby&lt;br /&gt;Hold it down there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump with them all and move it&lt;br /&gt;Jump back and forth&lt;br /&gt;And feel like you were there Yourself&lt;br /&gt;Work it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to press it on you&lt;br /&gt;You just think it that's what you do baby&lt;br /&gt;Hold it down there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump with them all and move it&lt;br /&gt;Jump back and forth&lt;br /&gt;And feel like you were there Yourself&lt;br /&gt;Work it out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-112132523526558224?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/112132523526558224/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=112132523526558224' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/112132523526558224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/112132523526558224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2005/07/gorillaz-dare.html' title='Gorillaz: Dare'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-112031029567769226</id><published>2005-07-02T15:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T13:41:42.620+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joe Primrose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toshiyuki Honda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OST'/><title type='text'>Joe Primrose/ Toshiyuki Honda: St. James Infirmary</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#F6EBDF"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fminablue.free.fr%2Fblog%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2Fmetropolis%20-%20St.%20James%20Infirmary%20.rbs&amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to St. James Infirmary&lt;br /&gt;I saw my baby there&lt;br /&gt;She was stretched out on a long white table&lt;br /&gt;So cold, so sweet, so fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let her go, let her go, God bless her&lt;br /&gt;Wherever she may be&lt;br /&gt;She can look this wide world over&lt;br /&gt;But she'll never find another sweet man like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I die, bury me in straight lace shoes&lt;br /&gt;A box back coat and a Stetson hat&lt;br /&gt;Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain&lt;br /&gt;So the boys'll know that I died standing pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let her go, let her go, God bless her&lt;br /&gt;Wherever she may be&lt;br /&gt;She can look this wide world over&lt;br /&gt;But she'll never find another sweet man like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Original song by Louis Armstrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-112031029567769226?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/112031029567769226/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=112031029567769226' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/112031029567769226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/112031029567769226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2005/07/joe-primrose-toshiyuki-honda-st-james.html' title='Joe Primrose/ Toshiyuki Honda: St. James Infirmary'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-112024855480897713</id><published>2005-07-01T22:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:04:36.851+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gorillaz'/><title type='text'>Gorillaz: Feel Good Inc.</title><content type='html'>(Feel Good.....)&lt;br /&gt;City's breaking down on a camel?s back.&lt;br /&gt;They just have to go 'cos they dont hold back&lt;br /&gt;So all you fill the streets it?s appealing to see&lt;br /&gt;You wont get out the county, 'cos you're bad and free&lt;br /&gt;You've got a new horizon It's ephemeral style.&lt;br /&gt;A melancholy town where we never smile.&lt;br /&gt;And all I wanna hear is the message beep.&lt;br /&gt;My dreams, they've got to kiss, because I dont get sleep, no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Windmill, Windmill for the land.&lt;br /&gt;Learn forever hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;Take it all in on your stride&lt;br /&gt;It is sticking, falling down&lt;br /&gt;Love forever love is free&lt;br /&gt;Let?s turn forever you and me&lt;br /&gt;Windmill, windmill for the land&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody in?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing gas these hazmats, fast cats,&lt;br /&gt;Lining them up like ass cracks,&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, homies, at the track&lt;br /&gt;its my chocolate attack.&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I'm stepping in the heart of this here&lt;br /&gt;Care bear bumping in the heart of this here&lt;br /&gt;watch me as I gravitate&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;Yo, we gonna go ghost town,&lt;br /&gt;this motown,&lt;br /&gt;with yo sound&lt;br /&gt;you're in the place&lt;br /&gt;you gonna bite the dust&lt;br /&gt;Cant fight with us&lt;br /&gt;With yo sound&lt;br /&gt;you kill the INC.&lt;br /&gt;so dont stop, get it, get it&lt;br /&gt;until you're cheddar header.&lt;br /&gt;Yo, watch the way I navigate&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Feel Good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Windmill, Windmill for the land.&lt;br /&gt;Learn forever hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;Take it all in on your stride&lt;br /&gt;It is sticking, falling down&lt;br /&gt;Love forever love is free&lt;br /&gt;Let?s turn forever you and me&lt;br /&gt;Windmill, windmill for the land&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody in?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont stop, get it, get it&lt;br /&gt;we are your captains in it&lt;br /&gt;steady,&lt;br /&gt;watch me navigate,&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;Dont stop, get it, get it&lt;br /&gt;we are your captains&lt;br /&gt;in it&lt;br /&gt;steady,&lt;br /&gt;watch me navigate&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;(Feel Good....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-112024855480897713?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/112024855480897713/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=112024855480897713' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/112024855480897713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/112024855480897713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2005/07/gorillaz-feel-good-inc.html' title='Gorillaz: Feel Good Inc.'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-112003913828814805</id><published>2005-06-29T11:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:05:17.528+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jumbo'/><title type='text'>Jumbo: Aquí</title><content type='html'>Ya no me amas, ya no me quieres,&lt;br /&gt;sólo me odias todo bien,&lt;br /&gt;y me pongo a pensar que tú y yo va a acabar,&lt;br /&gt;y sería mejor si ya no estás aquí,&lt;br /&gt;y me pongo a temblar, porque empiezo a reir&lt;br /&gt;y por un segundo puedo ver que salgo de aquí...(eeh oh)&lt;br /&gt;aquí (eeh oh)&lt;br /&gt;de aquí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadie funciona, nada me sirve,&lt;br /&gt;todo puede terminar y siempre bien,&lt;br /&gt;esta ciudad, me va a aplastar,&lt;br /&gt;es una sala de espera,&lt;br /&gt;esta ciudad se puede derretir&lt;br /&gt;y yo puedo estar sentado dentro de un proyectil,&lt;br /&gt;siento el dedo de Dios justo encima de mí&lt;br /&gt;y por un segundo puedo ver que salgo de aquí...(eeh oh)&lt;br /&gt;aquí (eeh oh)&lt;br /&gt;de aquí...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy vivo... estoy vivo (huh)&lt;br /&gt;estoy vivo y sigo aquí (woo hoo eeh oh)&lt;br /&gt;aquí (eeh oh)&lt;br /&gt;aquí.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-112003913828814805?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/112003913828814805/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=112003913828814805' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/112003913828814805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/112003913828814805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2005/06/jumbo-aqu.html' title='Jumbo: Aquí'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-111998183051741909</id><published>2005-06-28T19:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:05:29.461+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Gusana Ciega'/><title type='text'>La gusana Ciega: Invasion Estelar</title><content type='html'>Como quisieras verme subido en un arbol,&lt;br /&gt;dandome vueltas hasta dejarme mareado ,&lt;br /&gt;Dices que vienes de un mundo plastificado,&lt;br /&gt;Donde las sombras brillan en tonos plateado&lt;br /&gt;Y que en marte hay vida para ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bajas del cielo envuelta en un manto dorado,&lt;br /&gt;Como si fueras un invasor del espacio.&lt;br /&gt;Contando cuentos de un mundo maravillado&lt;br /&gt;Por los efectos de un mejoral mejorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero decir que la tierra es un sueńo para dormir&lt;br /&gt;No quiero esperar una invasion estelar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dices que tienes sueńos de mundos lejanos,&lt;br /&gt;Llenos de magia y llenos de juegos extrańos.&lt;br /&gt;Y que en marte hay vida para ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No necesito buscar un planeta olvidado&lt;br /&gt;Para sentir que tiene sentido ser alguien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero decir que la tierra es un sueńo para dormir&lt;br /&gt;No quiero esperar una invasion estelar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero escapar, no quiero viajar al mundo espacial&lt;br /&gt;No quiero esperar una invasion estelar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-111998183051741909?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-111916983269641812</id><published>2005-06-19T10:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:05:40.301+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink Floyd'/><title type='text'>Pink Floyd: Shine On You Crazy Diamond</title><content type='html'>Remember when you were young,&lt;br /&gt;You shone like the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Shine on you crazy diamond.&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a look in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Like black holes in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Shine on you crazy diamond.&lt;br /&gt;You were caught on the crossfire&lt;br /&gt;Of childhood and stardom,&lt;br /&gt;Blown on the steel breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Come on you target for faraway laughter,&lt;br /&gt;Come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reached for the secret too soon,&lt;br /&gt;You cried for the moon.&lt;br /&gt;Shine on you crazy diamond.&lt;br /&gt;Threatened by shadows at night,&lt;br /&gt;And exposed in the light.&lt;br /&gt;Shine on you crazy diamond.&lt;br /&gt;Well you wore out your welcome&lt;br /&gt;With random precision,&lt;br /&gt;Rode on the steel breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Come on you raver, you seer of visions,&lt;br /&gt;Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;times;&amp;times;&amp;times;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows where you are,&lt;br /&gt;How near or how far.&lt;br /&gt;Shine on you crazy diamond.&lt;br /&gt;Pile on many more layers&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be joining you there.&lt;br /&gt;Shine on you crazy diamond.&lt;br /&gt;And we'll bask in the shadow&lt;br /&gt;Of yesterday's triumph,&lt;br /&gt;And sail on the steel breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Come on you boy child,&lt;br /&gt;You winner and loser,&lt;br /&gt;Come on you miner for truth and delusion, and shine!&lt;div 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Diamond'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-111916832148363682</id><published>2005-06-19T10:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:05:49.361+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen'/><title type='text'>Queen: Don't stop me now</title><content type='html'>Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time&lt;br /&gt;I feel alive and the world I'll turn it inside out - yeah&lt;br /&gt;And floating around in ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;So don't stop me now don't stop me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm having a good time having a good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky&lt;br /&gt;Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity&lt;br /&gt;I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go go go&lt;br /&gt;There's no stopping me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm burnin' through the sky yeah&lt;br /&gt;Two hundred degrees&lt;br /&gt;That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit&lt;br /&gt;I'm trav'ling at the speed of light&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make a supersonic man out of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop me now I'm having such a good time&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a ball&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop me now&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna have a good time just give me a call&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop me now ('Cause I'm having a good time)&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop me now (Yes I'm havin' a good time)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to stop at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars&lt;br /&gt;On a collision course&lt;br /&gt;I am a satellite I'm out of control&lt;br /&gt;I am a sex machine ready to reload&lt;br /&gt;Like an atom bomb about to&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh explode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm burnin' through the sky yeah&lt;br /&gt;Two hundred degrees&lt;br /&gt;That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit&lt;br /&gt;I'm trav'ling at the speed of light&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make a supersonic woman of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop me don't stop me&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop me hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop me don't stop me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh ooh, I like it&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop me don't stop me&lt;br /&gt;Have a good time good time&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop me don't stop me ah&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm burnin' through the sky yeah&lt;br /&gt;Two hundred degrees&lt;br /&gt;That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit&lt;br /&gt;I'm trav'ling at the speed of light&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make a supersonic man out of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop me now I'm having such a good time&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a ball&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop me now&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna have a good time (wooh)&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a call (alright)&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop me now ('Cause I'm having a good time - yeah yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop me now (Yes I'm havin' a good time)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to stop at all&lt;br /&gt;La da da da daah&lt;br /&gt;Da da da haa&lt;br /&gt;Ha da da ha ha haaa&lt;br /&gt;Ha da daa ha da da aaa&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh ooh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-111916832148363682?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/111916832148363682/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=111916832148363682' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/111916832148363682'/><link 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viento suave, el azul del cielo&lt;br /&gt;al fin lo entiendo&lt;br /&gt;Que este mundo gira&lt;br /&gt;que algún día ha de morir&lt;br /&gt;pero contigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(uhhhh ahhhh)&lt;br /&gt;y en esta historia...&lt;br /&gt;(uhhh ahhhh)&lt;br /&gt;no existe el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;porque en tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;te inventé el universo&lt;br /&gt;al fin entiendo&lt;br /&gt;que el pasado y el futuro solo existe hoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viendo tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;puedo descifrar el universo&lt;br /&gt;El viento suave, el azul del cielo&lt;br /&gt;al fin lo entiendo&lt;br /&gt;Que este mundo gira que algún día&lt;br /&gt;ha de morir&lt;br /&gt;pero contigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(uhhhh ahhhh)&lt;br /&gt;y en esta historia...&lt;br /&gt;(uhhh ahhh)&lt;br /&gt;no existe el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;porque en tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;te inventé el universo&lt;br /&gt;al fin entiendo&lt;br /&gt;que el pasado y el futuro solo existe hoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(uhhhh ahhh)&lt;br /&gt;y hoy te amo...&lt;br /&gt;y hoy te amo...&lt;br /&gt;y hoy te amo...&lt;br /&gt;y hoy te amo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vinnieveritas.com/flash/hoyteamo.html" title="Hoy te amo"&gt;&lt;img src="http://gyerekember.uw.hu/thumbs/hoyteamot.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-111866546127763669?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/111866546127763669/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=111866546127763669' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/111866546127763669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/111866546127763669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2005/06/belanova-tus-ojos.html' title='Belanova: Tus Ojos'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-111788240265882139</id><published>2005-06-04T12:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:06:48.118+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roger Waters'/><title type='text'>Roger Waters: 5:01 AM (The Pros And Cons Of Hitchhiking)</title><content type='html'>An angel on a Harley&lt;br /&gt;Pulls across to greet a fellow rolling stone&lt;br /&gt;Puts his bike up on it's stand&lt;br /&gt;Leans back and then extends&lt;br /&gt;A scarred and greasy hand...&lt;br /&gt;he said, "How ya doin bro?...where ya been?...where ya goin'?"&lt;br /&gt;Then he takes your hand&lt;br /&gt;In some strange Californian handshake&lt;br /&gt;And breaks the bone ("Have a nice day")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A housewife from Encino&lt;br /&gt;Whose husband's on the golf course&lt;br /&gt;With his book of rules&lt;br /&gt;Breaks and makes a 'U' and idles back&lt;br /&gt;To take a second look at you&lt;br /&gt;You flex your rod&lt;br /&gt;Fish takes the hook&lt;br /&gt;Sweet vodka and tobacco in her breath&lt;br /&gt;Another number in your little black book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking&lt;br /&gt;These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking&lt;br /&gt;Oh babe, I must be dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing on the leading edge&lt;br /&gt;The Eastern seaboard spread before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;"Jump" says Yoko Ono&lt;br /&gt;"I'm too scared and too good looking" I cried&lt;br /&gt;"Go on", she says&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you give it a try?&lt;br /&gt;Why prolong the agony all men must die"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember Dick Tracy?&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember Shane?&lt;br /&gt;("And mother wants you")&lt;br /&gt;Could you see him selling tickets&lt;br /&gt;Where the buzzard circles over("Shane")&lt;br /&gt;The body on the plain&lt;br /&gt;Did you understand the music Yoko&lt;br /&gt;Or was it all in vain?("Shane")&lt;br /&gt;The bitch said something mystical ("Herro")&lt;br /&gt;So I stepped back on the kerb again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking&lt;br /&gt;These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking&lt;br /&gt;Oh babe, I must be dreaming again&lt;br /&gt;These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-111788240265882139?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/111788240265882139/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=111788240265882139' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/111788240265882139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/111788240265882139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2005/06/roger-waters-501-am-pros-and-cons-of.html' title='Roger Waters: 5:01 AM (The Pros And Cons Of Hitchhiking)'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-111740239511276294</id><published>2005-05-29T23:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:07:34.102+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Counting Crows'/><title type='text'>Counting Crows feat Vanessa Carlton: Big Yellow Taxi</title><content type='html'>They paved paradise and put up a parkin' lot&lt;br /&gt;With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot&lt;br /&gt;Don't it always seem to go&lt;br /&gt;That you don't know what you got till it's gone&lt;br /&gt;They paved paradise and put up a parkin' lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took all the trees, and put em in a tree museum&lt;br /&gt;And they charged the people a dollar and a half to see them&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, don't it always seem to go&lt;br /&gt;That you don't know what you've got till it's gone&lt;br /&gt;They paved paradise, and put up a parkin' lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey farmer, farmer, put away your DDT&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about spots on my apples,&lt;br /&gt;Leave me the birds and the bees - please&lt;br /&gt;Don't it always seem to go&lt;br /&gt;That you don't know what you got till it's gone&lt;br /&gt;They paved paradise and put up a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, they've paved paradise to put up a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, late last night, I heard the screen door swing,&lt;br /&gt;And a big yellow taxi took my girl away&lt;br /&gt;Now don't it always seem to go&lt;br /&gt;That you don't know what you got till it's gone&lt;br /&gt;They paved paradise and put up a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;Hey now now, don't it always seem to go&lt;br /&gt;That you don't know what you got till it's gone&lt;br /&gt;They paved paradise to put up a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;Why not, they paved paradise&lt;br /&gt;They put up a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey, paved paradise and put up a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna give it&lt;br /&gt;Why you wanna give it&lt;br /&gt;Why you wanna givin it all away&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;Now you wanna give it&lt;br /&gt;I should wanna give it&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you're givin it all away, no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna give it&lt;br /&gt;Why you wanna give it&lt;br /&gt;Why you wanna givin it all away&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you're givin it all givin it all away yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Cuz You're givin it all away hey, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, paved paradise, to put up a parking lot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-111740239511276294?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/111740239511276294/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=111740239511276294' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/111740239511276294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/111740239511276294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2005/05/counting-crows-feat-vanessa-carlton.html' title='Counting Crows feat Vanessa Carlton: Big Yellow Taxi'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-111653974276431770</id><published>2005-05-19T23:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:06:58.977+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharon Stones'/><title type='text'>Sharon Stones: Trolibuszok</title><content type='html'>Ez nem egy szerelmi vallomás,&lt;br /&gt;mert az minden tekintetben egész más.&lt;br /&gt;Először is lassú a tempója,&lt;br /&gt;hogy lassúzni lehessen alatta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A szöveg pedig bókokból épül fel,&lt;br /&gt;hatást ér el a gyönyörű refrénnel.&lt;br /&gt;Nagy szavakkal én élni nem tudok,&lt;br /&gt;hogy kiteljesítsem e lírai dallamot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Csak azt szeretném mondani most, hogy nagyon szeretlek!&lt;br /&gt;Nem szándékom eltúlozni az érzéseimet,&lt;br /&gt;de az én szerelmem táplálja a trolibuszokat,&lt;br /&gt;és szüntelenül mozgatja a villamosokat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emlékszel-e még arra, kedvesem,&lt;br /&gt;mikor a 28-ason ültünk kettesben,&lt;br /&gt;fél éve volt, hogy megismertelek,&lt;br /&gt;és rózsaszínben láttuk az életet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Előtte meg egy filmet néztünk meg,&lt;br /&gt;mert nagyon szeretjük a művészfilmeket,&lt;br /&gt;majd néztük az üres autóbuszokat,&lt;br /&gt;így ünnepeltük az évfordulónkat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Csak azt szeretném mondani most, hogy nagyon szeretlek!&lt;br /&gt;Nem szándékom eltúlozni az érzéseimet,&lt;br /&gt;de az én szerelmem táplálja a trolibuszokat,&lt;br /&gt;és szüntelenül mozgatja a villamosokat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És remélem, hogy nem felejtjük el,&lt;br /&gt;hogy minden évben eljön a november,&lt;br /&gt;majd hideg lesz, és nem lesz világítás,&lt;br /&gt;de reményem szerint kész lesz már ez a szerelmi vallomás!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-111653974276431770?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/111653974276431770/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=111653974276431770' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/111653974276431770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/111653974276431770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2005/05/sharon-stones-trolibuszok.html' title='Sharon Stones: Trolibuszok'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-111642515199707973</id><published>2005-05-18T16:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:06:58.979+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharon Stones'/><title type='text'>Sharon Stones: Változás</title><content type='html'>Kora reggel fogat mosok, hogy kikaparjam a számból a keserűséget, a nyomorúságot, a sok ostobaságot, amit tegnap mondtam neked.&lt;br /&gt;Amikor nem vagyok éppen veled, titokban beveszek egy fogszabályzót, hogy kialakítson a számban egy széles mosolyt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persze nem változott semmi, mindenem ugyanolyan, mint rég.&lt;br /&gt;Lehet-e, hogy nem változik semmi, s minden marad olyan, mint rég?&lt;br /&gt;Persze nem változott semmi, mindenem ugyanolyan, mint rég.&lt;br /&gt;Lehet-e, hogy nem változik semmi, s minden olyan marad, mint rég?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiterítem a tervrajzokat, spejzból kiveszem a csontosfazekat, a jégről a többi szervemet, a gardróbból meg a bőrt.&lt;br /&gt;És ragasztózni kezdek, lassan összeállítom a testemet, hogy útra kész legyek, és az utcán ne bámuljanak majd az emberek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persze nem változott semmi, mindenem ugyanolyan, mint rég.&lt;br /&gt;Lehet-e, hogy nem változik semmi, s minden marad olyan, mint rég?&lt;br /&gt;Persze nem változott semmi, mindenem ugyanolyan, mint rég.&lt;br /&gt;Lehet-e, hogy nem változik semmi, s minden olyan marad, mint rég?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pár nap múlva elindulok, az utcára érve rádöbbenek, hogy a szívem a frigóban pihen&lt;br /&gt;Ezen az egyedülálló ünnepen majd tévé előtt állok, és kezemben alkohol és nézem,&lt;br /&gt;ahogyan aszámok nullára váltanak, és nem akarom elhinni, hogy csak ennyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persze ma sem változott semmi, mindenem ugyanolyan, mint rég.&lt;br /&gt;Lehet-e, hogy nem változik semmi, s minden marad olyan, mint rég?&lt;br /&gt;Persze nem változott semmi, mindenem ugyanolyan, mint rég.&lt;br /&gt;Lehet-e, hogy nem változik semmi, s minden olyan marad, mint rég?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lehet-e, hogy nem változik semmi?)&lt;br /&gt;Tükörbe mustrálom magam&lt;br /&gt;(Lehet-e, hogy nem változik semmi?)&lt;br /&gt;A testem a lelkem ugyanolyan&lt;br /&gt;(Lehet-e, hogy nem változik semmi?)&lt;br /&gt;Holnap újra próbálkozom!&lt;br /&gt;(Lehet-e, hogy nem változik semmi?)&lt;br /&gt;Holnaputánra megváltozom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holnaputánra megváltozom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-111642515199707973?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/111642515199707973/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=111642515199707973' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/111642515199707973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/111642515199707973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2005/05/sharon-stones-vltozs.html' title='Sharon Stones: Változás'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-111642288022841406</id><published>2005-05-18T15:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:06:58.980+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharon Stones'/><title type='text'>Sharon Stones: Édes-bús temető</title><content type='html'>Édes-bús temető, nemlétbe emelő,&lt;br /&gt;Virágzó, zöldellő evilági hely.&lt;br /&gt;Napsütés ragyogó, könnyekkel csobogó,&lt;br /&gt;Lépésben haladó, szomorú menet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most viszik, temetik, az égiek figyelik&lt;br /&gt;ott lent, hogy keresik a kijelölt helyet.&lt;br /&gt;Meglelik, beteszik, rögökkel elfedik,&lt;br /&gt;A háttérben vöröslik a felkelő hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Éltél már eleget, láttál nagy hegyeket,&lt;br /&gt;Szerettél szép nőket - mondták neki.&lt;br /&gt;Dolgoztál eleget, nemzettél gyereket,&lt;br /&gt;Elmehetsz aludni - mondták neki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ő persze megijedt, elfutott, elesett,&lt;br /&gt;úgy volt, míg este lett, egyedül nagyon.&lt;br /&gt;Reggelre öreg lett, mondott egy beszédet&lt;br /&gt;az égieknek, hogy ez nem fair dolog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Édes-bús temető, virágzó, zöldellő&lt;br /&gt;A háttérben vöröslik a felkelő hold&lt;br /&gt;Milliók közt az egyetlen volt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Édes-bús temető, virágzó, zöldellő&lt;br /&gt;A háttérben vöröslik a felkelő hold&lt;br /&gt;Milliók közt az egyetlen volt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milliók közt az egyetlen volt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A háttérben vöröslik a felkelő hold&lt;br /&gt;Milliók közt az egyetlen volt...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-111642288022841406?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/111642288022841406/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=111642288022841406' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/111642288022841406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/111642288022841406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2005/05/sharon-stones-des-bs-temet.html' title='Sharon Stones: Édes-bús temető'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-111614482149284141</id><published>2005-05-15T10:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:07:49.061+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Franco Micalizzi'/><title type='text'>Franco Micalizzi: In The Middle Of All That Trouble Again</title><content type='html'>Hidden down the long long road upon my roller skates&lt;br /&gt;Hidden where the sun don't stop to shine&lt;br /&gt;You can call me "Rosco" cause another name I hate&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of all that trouble again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only stop and smile at all the pretty ladies&lt;br /&gt;And they all lucky stop and smile right back at me&lt;br /&gt;But you can't bitch you by a dollar, I will end up in a mess&lt;br /&gt;Fighting with someone who bothered me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round, round running around&lt;br /&gt;Round, round running around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round, round running around&lt;br /&gt;Round, round running around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in a Burger Bar just keep in to myself&lt;br /&gt;Eating quarter pounders just like me&lt;br /&gt;You can call me "Doug" but don't annoy me or you'll be&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of all that trouble again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When just about to eat my nineteenth quarter pounder&lt;br /&gt;This crazy guy on roller skates kept dark of us&lt;br /&gt;He's starting fooling with his voice and we all end up in a mess&lt;br /&gt;Fighting with someone who bothered us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round, round running around&lt;br /&gt;Round, round running around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round, round running around&lt;br /&gt;Round, round running around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidden down the long long road beneath the boring rain&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that the sun comes out to shine&lt;br /&gt;Just look up for "Doug" and "Rosco" driving you insane&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of all that trouble again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only stop and smile at all the pretty ladies&lt;br /&gt;And they all 'laxed stop and smiling back of us&lt;br /&gt;But you can't bitch you by a dollar, we will end up in a mess&lt;br /&gt;Fighting with someone who bothered us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round, round running around&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-111614482149284141?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/111614482149284141/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=111614482149284141' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Péter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dés László'/><title type='text'>Dés László - Geszti Péter: Amíg őriz a szemed</title><content type='html'>Amíg őriz a szemed,&lt;br /&gt;Amíg lehunyt szemmel látsz,&lt;br /&gt;Lehet elmegyek, de itt leszek,&lt;br /&gt;A lábnyomomban jársz.&lt;br /&gt;Amíg érez a kezed, amíg néha még rám vársz,&lt;br /&gt;Egy mozdulatban egyszer majd újra megtalálsz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nézd itt az arcodon, egy csepp, hogy eltévedt!&lt;br /&gt;Sose bánd, ne szégyelld!&lt;br /&gt;Egy cseppnyi bánat ébredt ma értem és érted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aki álmomra ügyelt,&lt;br /&gt;Hogyha gonosz hold kelt fel,&lt;br /&gt;Ki a kedvemért jövőt remélt,&lt;br /&gt;Az hogyan hagyhat el?&lt;br /&gt;Aki járt minden úton, aki ismert minden szót,&lt;br /&gt;Ki száz szavamnak hangot adott,&lt;br /&gt;Többé sose szól?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Az éjben, ha mennydörög,&lt;br /&gt;S a szemre felhő száll,&lt;br /&gt;Zápor, ha szakad, új folyó, ha fakad:&lt;br /&gt;Miért fáj, miért fáj?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amíg őriz a szemed, Amíg érez a kezed,&lt;br /&gt;Amíg éltet a szíved, ne félj!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-111488136888759158?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/111488136888759158/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=111488136888759158' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/111488136888759158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/111488136888759158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2005/04/ds-lszl-geszti-pter-amg-riz-szemed.html' title='Dés László - Geszti Péter: Amíg őriz a szemed'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-111071819345805699</id><published>2005-03-13T13:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:12:03.174+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OST'/><title type='text'>Supercalifragilistic-expialidocious</title><content type='html'>It´s supercalifragilistic-expialidocious&lt;br /&gt;Even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious&lt;br /&gt;If you say it loud enough you´ll always sound precocious&lt;br /&gt;Supercalifragilistic-expialidocious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um diddle diddle diddle, Um diddle ay&lt;br /&gt;Um diddle diddle diddle, Um diddle ay&lt;br /&gt;Um diddle diddle diddle, Um diddle ay&lt;br /&gt;Um diddle diddle diddle, Um diddle ay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was afraid to speak when I was just a lad&lt;br /&gt;Me father gave me nose a tweak and told me I was bad&lt;br /&gt;But then one day I learned a word that saved me achin´nose&lt;br /&gt;THe biggest word you ever heard and this is how it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, supercalifragilistic-expialidocious&lt;br /&gt;Even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious&lt;br /&gt;If you say it loud enough you´ll always sound precocious&lt;br /&gt;Supercalifragilistic-expialidocious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um diddle diddle diddle, Um diddle ay&lt;br /&gt;Um diddle diddle diddle, Um diddle ay&lt;br /&gt;Um diddle diddle diddle, Um diddle ay&lt;br /&gt;Um diddle diddle diddle, Um diddle ay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He´s travelled all around the world and everywhere he went&lt;br /&gt;He´ d use his word and all would say ´´There goes a clever gent´´&lt;br /&gt;-When dukes and maharajahs pass the time of day with me&lt;br /&gt;I´ d say me special word and then they´ d ask me out to tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, supercalifragilistic-expialidocious&lt;br /&gt;Even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious&lt;br /&gt;If you say it loud enough you´ll always sound precocious&lt;br /&gt;Supercalifragilistic-expialidocious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um diddle diddle diddle, Um diddle ay&lt;br /&gt;Um diddle diddle diddle, Um diddle ay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-You know, you can say it backwards, which is... dociousaliexpiistic-fragilcalirupus. But that´s going a bit too far,&lt;br /&gt;don´t you think?&lt;br /&gt;- Indubitably.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the cat has got your tongue there´s no need for dismay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Here, here!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just summon up this word and then you´ve got a lot to say&lt;br /&gt;But better use it carefully or it could change your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- For example.&lt;br /&gt;- Yes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One night I said it to me girl, and now me girl´s me wife. &lt;em&gt;Ow! And a lovely thing she is too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She´s&lt;br /&gt;supercalifragilistic-expialidocious&lt;br /&gt;Supercalifragilistic-expialidocious&lt;br /&gt;Supercalifragilistic-expialidocious&lt;br /&gt;Supercalifragilistic-expialidocious&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-111071819345805699?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/111071819345805699/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=111071819345805699' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/111071819345805699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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that you care for me.&lt;br /&gt;So I don't feel alone,&lt;br /&gt;Or the weight of the stone,&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've found somewhere safe&lt;br /&gt;To bury my bone.&lt;br /&gt;And any fool knows a dog needs a home,&lt;br /&gt;A shelter from pigs on the wing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-110925929623620085?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/110925929623620085/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=110925929623620085' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/110925929623620085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/110925929623620085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2005/02/pink-floyd-pigs-on-wing-part-two.html' title='Pink Floyd: Pigs On The Wing (Part Two)'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-110925925608253000</id><published>2005-02-24T16:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:10:07.142+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink Floyd'/><title type='text'>Pink Floyd: Pigs On The Wing (Part One)</title><content type='html'>If you didn't care what happened to me,&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't care for you,&lt;br /&gt;We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain,&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally glancing up through the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering which of the buggers to blame&lt;br /&gt;And watching for pigs on the wing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-110925925608253000?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/110925925608253000/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=110925925608253000' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/110925925608253000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/110925925608253000'/><link 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/&gt;So if you'll serve&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box of balloons&lt;br /&gt;With the feather-light touch&lt;br /&gt;Pack of party-poppers&lt;br /&gt;That pop in the night&lt;br /&gt;A toothbrush and hairspray&lt;br /&gt;Plastic grin&lt;br /&gt;Miss clay on all corners&lt;br /&gt;Has just walked in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the house of fun&lt;br /&gt;Now I've come of age&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the house of fun&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the lion?s den&lt;br /&gt;Temptation's on his way&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the house of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-n-n-n-n-n-no no miss&lt;br /&gt;You misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen big boy&lt;br /&gt;Full pint in my manhood&lt;br /&gt;I'm up to date&lt;br /&gt;And the date's today&lt;br /&gt;So if you'll serve&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the house of fun&lt;br /&gt;Now I've come of age&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the lion's den&lt;br /&gt;Temptation's on his way&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the house of (fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry son&lt;br /&gt;But we don't stock&lt;br /&gt;Party gimmicks&lt;br /&gt;In this shop&lt;br /&gt;Try the house of fun&lt;br /&gt;It's quicker if you run&lt;br /&gt;This is a chemist's&lt;br /&gt;Not a joke shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party hats&lt;br /&gt;Simple enough clear&lt;br /&gt;Comprehende savvy understand&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear?&lt;br /&gt;A pack of party hats&lt;br /&gt;With the coloured tips&lt;br /&gt;Too late!&lt;br /&gt;Gorgon's heard gossip&lt;br /&gt;Well hello joe, hello miss clay&lt;br /&gt;Many happy returns from the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the house of fun&lt;br /&gt;Now I've come of age&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the house of fun&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the lion's den&lt;br /&gt;Temptation's on his way&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the house of fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the house of fun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-110460600981146875?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/110460600981146875/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=110460600981146875' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/110460600981146875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/110460600981146875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2005/01/madness-house-of-fun.html' title='Madness: House Of Fun'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-110460583799131896</id><published>2005-01-01T19:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:10:30.033+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madness'/><title type='text'>Madness: It Must Be Love</title><content type='html'>I never thought I'd miss you&lt;br /&gt;Half as much&lt;br /&gt;As I do&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I'd feel this way&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel&lt;br /&gt;About you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I wake up&lt;br /&gt;Every night, every day&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's you I need&lt;br /&gt;To take the blues away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;It must be love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more, nothing less&lt;br /&gt;Love is the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can it be that we can&lt;br /&gt;Say so much&lt;br /&gt;Without words?&lt;br /&gt;Bless you and bless me&lt;br /&gt;Bless the bees&lt;br /&gt;And the birds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to be near you&lt;br /&gt;Every night, every day&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be happy&lt;br /&gt;Any other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;It must be love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more, nothing less&lt;br /&gt;Love is the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I wake up&lt;br /&gt;Every night, every day&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's you I need&lt;br /&gt;To take the blues away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;It must be love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more, nothing less&lt;br /&gt;Love is the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be love, love, love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-110300488747094558</id><published>2004-12-14T07:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:11:40.386+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiddler on the Roof'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OST'/><title type='text'>Fiddler on the roof: Do you love me?</title><content type='html'>(Tevye)&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Golde)&lt;br /&gt;Do I what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tevye)&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Golde)&lt;br /&gt;Do I love you?&lt;br /&gt;With our daughters getting married&lt;br /&gt;And this trouble in the town&lt;br /&gt;You're upset, you're worn out&lt;br /&gt;Go inside, go lie down!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's indigestion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tevye)&lt;br /&gt;"Golde I'm asking you a question..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Golde)&lt;br /&gt;You're a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tevye)&lt;br /&gt;"I know..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Golde)&lt;br /&gt;Do I love you?&lt;br /&gt;For twenty-five years I've washed your clothes&lt;br /&gt;Cooked your meals, cleaned your house&lt;br /&gt;Given you children, milked the cow&lt;br /&gt;After twenty-five years, why talk about love right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tevye)&lt;br /&gt;Golde, The first time I met you&lt;br /&gt;Was on our wedding day&lt;br /&gt;I was scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Golde)&lt;br /&gt;I was shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tevye)&lt;br /&gt;I was nervous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Golde)&lt;br /&gt;So was I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tevye)&lt;br /&gt;But my father and my mother&lt;br /&gt;Said we'd learn to love each other&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm asking, Golde&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Golde)&lt;br /&gt;I'm your wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tevye)&lt;br /&gt;"I know..."&lt;br /&gt;But do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Golde)&lt;br /&gt;Do I love him?&lt;br /&gt;For twenty-five years I've lived with him&lt;br /&gt;Fought him, starved with him&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-five years my bed is his&lt;br /&gt;If that's not love, what is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tevye)&lt;br /&gt;Then you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Golde)&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tevye)&lt;br /&gt;And I suppose I love you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Both)&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't change a thing&lt;br /&gt;But even so&lt;br /&gt;After twenty-five years&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-110300488747094558?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/110300488747094558/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=110300488747094558' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/110300488747094558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/110300488747094558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2004/12/fiddler-on-roof-do-you-love-me.html' title='Fiddler on the roof: Do you love me?'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-110235500603055094</id><published>2004-12-06T18:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:12:16.473+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monkees'/><title type='text'>Monkees: I'm a Believer</title><content type='html'>I thought love was only true in fairy tales&lt;br /&gt;Meant for someone else but not for me.&lt;br /&gt;Love was out to get me&lt;br /&gt;That's the was it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment haunted all my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer&lt;br /&gt;Not a trace of doubt in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love, I'm a believer!&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't leave her if I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought love was more or less a given thing,&lt;br /&gt;Seems the more I gave the less I got.&lt;br /&gt;What's the use in tryin'?&lt;br /&gt;All you get is pain.&lt;br /&gt;When I needed sunshine I got rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer&lt;br /&gt;Not a trace of doubt in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love, I'm a believer!&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't leave her if I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love was out to get me&lt;br /&gt;That's the was it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment haunted all my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer&lt;br /&gt;Not a trace of doubt in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love, I'm a believer!&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't leave her if I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer&lt;br /&gt;Not a trace of doubt in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love, I'm a believer!&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't leave her if I tried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-110235500603055094?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/110235500603055094/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=110235500603055094' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/110235500603055094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/110235500603055094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2004/12/monkees-im-believer.html' title='Monkees: I&apos;m a Believer'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-110224320130465383</id><published>2004-12-05T11:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:12:28.886+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voga-Turnovszky'/><title type='text'>Voga-Turnovszky: Hé, mivé lett?</title><content type='html'>Hé, mivé lett az a Rolling Stone a kezemben?&lt;br /&gt;Két ujjam közt sodrom át az életem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Eladó az ember&lt;br /&gt; Eladó a szó&lt;br /&gt; Eladó itt minden,&lt;br /&gt; Eladó...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Kuss már, te ne sírjál,&lt;br /&gt;  Ez az első adag itt ingyen jár!&lt;br /&gt;  Kuss már, te ne sírjál,&lt;br /&gt;  Az a tűszúrás csak egy kicsit fáj&lt;br /&gt;  S nem kell semmi, csak a szemed,&lt;br /&gt;  S nem kell semmi, csak a szíved,&lt;br /&gt;  S nem kell semmi, csak a hited,&lt;br /&gt;  Fizetek, ne félj!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uram, ha még megismer, tehetne valamit értem!&lt;br /&gt;Uram, ha megkérem, segítsen, most segítsen!&lt;br /&gt;Úgy szeretnék... Úgy szeretnék...&lt;br /&gt;Szeretnék élni még kicsit, még!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hova tűnt az ember?&lt;br /&gt; Hova tűnt a szó?&lt;br /&gt; Hova tűnt el minden,&lt;br /&gt; ami jó, ami jó?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hé, de megvakult az az igazgyöngy a szememben.&lt;br /&gt;Hé, de lelassult az a nagy folyó a hitemben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Eladó az isten,&lt;br /&gt; Eladó az ég,&lt;br /&gt; Eladó itt minden,&lt;br /&gt; ami szép!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Kuss már, te ne sírjál,&lt;br /&gt;  Ez az utolsó adag is ingyen jár!&lt;br /&gt;  Kuss már, te ne sírjál,&lt;br /&gt;  Az a csónak még egy kicsit vár!&lt;br /&gt;  S nem kell semmi, csak az eszed,&lt;br /&gt;  S nem kell semmi, csak a tested,&lt;br /&gt;  S nem kell semmi, csak a lelked,&lt;br /&gt;  Fizetek, ne félj!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Uram, ha még megismersz, segíts egy kicsit rajtam!&lt;br /&gt;Uram, ha még felismersz, segíts, én nem így akartam!&lt;br /&gt;Úgy szeretnék... Úgy szeretnék...&lt;br /&gt;Szeretnék élni még kicsit, még!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hova tűnt az ember?&lt;br /&gt; Hova tűnt a szó?&lt;br /&gt; Hova tűnt el minden,&lt;br /&gt; ami jó, ami jó?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hova tűnt az isten?&lt;br /&gt; Hova tűnt az ég?&lt;br /&gt; Hova tűnt el minden,&lt;br /&gt; ami jó, ami szép?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hé, mivé lett az az igazgyöngy a szememben?&lt;br /&gt;Hé, mivé lett az a nagy folyó a hitemben?&lt;br /&gt;Hé, mivé lett az a Rolling Stone a kezemben?&lt;br /&gt;Két ujjam közt sodrom át az életem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-110224320130465383?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/110224320130465383/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=110224320130465383' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/110224320130465383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/110224320130465383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2004/12/voga-turnovszky-h-miv-lett.html' title='Voga-Turnovszky: Hé, mivé lett?'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-110211145418816119</id><published>2004-12-03T23:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:12:53.007+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frank Sinatra'/><title type='text'>Frank Sinatra: New York, New York</title><content type='html'>Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a part of it - new york, new york&lt;br /&gt;These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray&lt;br /&gt;Right through the very heart of it - new york, new york&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wake up in a city, that doesn't sleep&lt;br /&gt;And find I'm king of the hill - top of the heap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little town blues, are melting away&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a brand new start of it - in old new york&lt;br /&gt;If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you - new york, new york&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New york, new york&lt;br /&gt;I want to wake up in a city, that never sleeps&lt;br /&gt;And find I'm a number one top of the list, king of the hill&lt;br /&gt;A number one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little town blues, are melting away&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make a brand new start of it - in old new york&lt;br /&gt;And if I can make it there, I'm gonna make it anywhere&lt;br /&gt;It up to you - new york new york&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-110211145418816119?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/110211145418816119/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=110211145418816119' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/110211145418816119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/110211145418816119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2004/12/frank-sinatra-new-york-new-york.html' title='Frank Sinatra: New York, New York'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-110209327757284832</id><published>2004-12-03T17:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:14:32.738+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enigma'/><title type='text'>Enigma: Return to Innocence</title><content type='html'>Love - devotion&lt;br /&gt;Feeling - emotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to be weak&lt;br /&gt;Don't be too proud to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Just look into your heart my friend&lt;br /&gt;That will be the return to yourself&lt;br /&gt;The return to innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want, then start to laugh&lt;br /&gt;If you must, then start to cry&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself don't hide&lt;br /&gt;Just believe in destiny&lt;br /&gt;Don't care what people say&lt;br /&gt;Just follow your own way&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up and use the chance&lt;br /&gt;To return to innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's not the beginning of the end&lt;br /&gt;That's the return to yourself&lt;br /&gt;The return to innocence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-110209327757284832?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/110209327757284832/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=110209327757284832' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/110209327757284832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/110209327757284832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2004/12/enigma-return-to-innocence.html' title='Enigma: Return to Innocence'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-110209281477521330</id><published>2004-12-03T17:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:14:32.740+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enigma'/><title type='text'>Enigma: Why! ...</title><content type='html'>I was childish and unfair&lt;br /&gt;To you, my only friend&lt;br /&gt;I regret, but now it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I can't show you any more&lt;br /&gt;The things I've learned from you&lt;br /&gt;Cause life just took you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking why&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking why&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gives an answer&lt;br /&gt;I'm just asking why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But someday we'll meet again&lt;br /&gt;And I'll ask you&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking why&lt;br /&gt;Why it has to be like this&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking you why&lt;br /&gt;Please give me an answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years and stupid fights&lt;br /&gt;Till we accept to see&lt;br /&gt;How it was and it'll always be&lt;br /&gt;Why it has to be like this&lt;br /&gt;Why we don't realize&lt;br /&gt;Why we're too blind to see the one&lt;br /&gt;Who's always on our side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking why&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking why&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gives an answer&lt;br /&gt;I'm just asking why    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Why it has to be like this&lt;br /&gt;That the good ones disappear&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking you why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking why&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking why&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gives an answer&lt;br /&gt;I'm just asking why    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-110209281477521330?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/110209281477521330/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=110209281477521330' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/110209281477521330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/110209281477521330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2004/12/enigma-why.html' title='Enigma: Why! ...'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-110192208217789294</id><published>2004-12-01T18:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:20:43.533+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Jesus And Mary Chain'/><title type='text'>The Jesus And Mary Chain: Halfway To Crazy</title><content type='html'>Crazy&lt;br /&gt;I'm halfway to crazy&lt;br /&gt;Suicide could save me&lt;br /&gt;Oh is that much too extreme&lt;br /&gt;It's such a sad and sorry scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovers tongue tied&lt;br /&gt;And tied to the tongue&lt;br /&gt;Making deals going bad by the dawn&lt;br /&gt;Every dog must have it's day&lt;br /&gt;And then it's got to pay and pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me being torn at the seams&lt;br /&gt;Going mad in the middle of a dream&lt;br /&gt;Catch me getting it wrong from the start&lt;br /&gt;Catch me 'cause I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy&lt;br /&gt;I'm halfway to crazy&lt;br /&gt;Suicide would waste me&lt;br /&gt;Homicide would break me&lt;br /&gt;Tongue tied and tied to the tongue&lt;br /&gt;Oh is life as bad as dreams&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's just the way it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-110192208217789294?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/110192208217789294/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=110192208217789294' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/110192208217789294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/110192208217789294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2004/12/jesus-and-mary-chain-halfway-to-crazy.html' title='The Jesus And Mary Chain: Halfway To Crazy'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-110190708031965735</id><published>2004-12-01T14:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:21:55.704+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K&apos;s Choice'/><title type='text'>K's Choice: Everything For Free</title><content type='html'>I don't know who you are&lt;br /&gt;But you seem very nice&lt;br /&gt;So will you talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Shall I tell you a story&lt;br /&gt;Shall I tell you a dream&lt;br /&gt;They think I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know that I like it here&lt;br /&gt;It's nice in here, I get everything for free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been here before&lt;br /&gt;Shall I show you around&lt;br /&gt;It's very pretty&lt;br /&gt;Have you come here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Well, you sure picked a day&lt;br /&gt;My name is Billy&lt;br /&gt;It's my birthday, you're invited to my party down the hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I go, what I'll become or who I am or what I'll be&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know, but I am sure that I'll get everything for free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not troubled or sad&lt;br /&gt;I'm just ready for bed&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long day&lt;br /&gt;Before they switch off the lights&lt;br /&gt;It truly was a delight&lt;br /&gt;They think I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know that I like it here&lt;br /&gt;It's nice in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I go, what I'll become or who I am or what I'll be&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know, but I am sure that I'll get everything for free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I go, what I'll become or who I am or what I'll be&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know, but I am sure that I'll get everything for free&lt;br /&gt;Everything for free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are&lt;br /&gt;But you seem very nice&lt;br /&gt;So will you talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Have you been here before&lt;br /&gt;Well, you sure picked a day&lt;br /&gt;They think I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-110190708031965735?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/110190708031965735/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=110190708031965735' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/110190708031965735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/110190708031965735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2004/12/ks-choice-everything-for-free.html' title='K&apos;s Choice: Everything For Free'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-110189630868632943</id><published>2004-12-01T11:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:22:10.345+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evanescence'/><title type='text'>Evanescence: My Immortal</title><content type='html'>i'm so tired of being here&lt;br /&gt;suppressed by all of my childish fears&lt;br /&gt;and if you have to leave&lt;br /&gt;i wish that you would just leave&lt;br /&gt;because your presence still lingers here&lt;br /&gt;and it won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;this pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;there's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;and i've held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;but you still have all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you used to captivate me&lt;br /&gt;by your resonating light&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;br /&gt;your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams&lt;br /&gt;your voice it chased away all the sanity in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;this pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;there's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;and i've held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;but you still have all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;and though you're still with me&lt;br /&gt;i've been alone all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-110189630868632943?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/110189630868632943/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=110189630868632943' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/110189630868632943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/110189630868632943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2004/12/evanescence-my-immortal.html' title='Evanescence: My Immortal'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-110157591450359182</id><published>2004-11-27T18:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T13:59:48.956+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonata Arctica'/><title type='text'>Sonata Arctica: Replica</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fgyaszleany.dobozostej.hu%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FSonata%20Arctica%20-%20Replica.mp3.rbs&amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home again, I won the war,&lt;br /&gt;and now I am behind your door.&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard to obey the law,&lt;br /&gt;and see the meaning of this all.&lt;br /&gt;Remember me? Before the war.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the man who lived next door.&lt;br /&gt;Long ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, when you look at me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm pieces of what I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;It's easier when you don't see&lt;br /&gt;me standing on my own two feet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm taller when I sit here still,&lt;br /&gt;you ask are all my dreams fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;They made me a heart of steal,&lt;br /&gt;the kind them bullets cannot see, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's what it seems to be,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a replica, I'm a replica&lt;br /&gt;Empty shell inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not myself, I'm a replica of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light is green, my slate is clean,&lt;br /&gt;new life to fill the hole in me.&lt;br /&gt;I had no name, last December,&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;I was in a constant pain,&lt;br /&gt;I saw your shadow in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;I painted all your pigeons red,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had stayed home instead, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's what it seems to be,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a replica, I'm a replica&lt;br /&gt;Empty shell inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not myself, I'm a replica of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna leave me now, when it is all over&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna leave me, is my world now over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raising from the place I've been,&lt;br /&gt;and trying to keep my home base clean.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm here and won't go back believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall asleep and dream a dream,&lt;br /&gt;I'm floating in a silent scream.&lt;br /&gt;No-one placing blame on me&lt;br /&gt;But nothing's what it seems to be, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's what it seems to be,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a replica, I'm a replica&lt;br /&gt;Empty shell inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not myself, I'm a replica of me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-110157591450359182?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/110157591450359182/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=110157591450359182' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/110157591450359182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/110157591450359182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2004/11/sonata-arctica-replica.html' title='Sonata Arctica: Replica'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-110157586626118965</id><published>2004-11-27T18:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:36:57.519+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kispál és a Borz'/><title type='text'>Kispál és a Borz: Vackolj belém</title><content type='html'>Látod megszelídült, amit küld az a nézés, az nem babonáz meg már&lt;br /&gt;Persze tetszik, meg minden, de ami jönni fog innen azért tulajdonképpen kár&lt;br /&gt;Be is van rúgva, szégyelli, tudja és reméli, hogy én is nagyon&lt;br /&gt;Én meg jelzem, persze, hogy maradjon kedve csinálni, én meg hagyom&lt;br /&gt;A szívek szőrösen őrölnek valami port löknek körbe-körbe a testbe&lt;br /&gt;Szépen erőlködött, talán még nyögött is egy kicsit - egy filmből leste&lt;br /&gt;De semmi sem úgy van, a tévé csak zúg, van egy lassú, de ugrik a cédém&lt;br /&gt;Az utak gőzölnek, a malmok őrölnek a szívemet kiszartam a vécén&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aztán felöltözött, talán Pestre költözött, ott láttam mindenesetre&lt;br /&gt;A Váci utcába' a könyvét árulta sárga ruhába' volt és festve&lt;br /&gt;Volt egy napocska a régi homlokra és tudtam, hogy ő olyan Krisna&lt;br /&gt;Tudatú hívő lett s hála az Istennek hogy többé már nem néz vissza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(fütty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Nagy Lászlót olvasok, mindenki tudja, jobb egy Isten is, mint a semmi&lt;br /&gt;Fogatlan úszóknak meg mi a túrónak kellett a folyón át menni&lt;br /&gt;A túlsó partra, ott meztelen szaladna az a régi, béna pár akkor --&lt;br /&gt;És én boldog volnék és belesimulnék, mindegy, mi mondaná:&lt;br /&gt;Vackolj belém!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-110157586626118965?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/110157586626118965/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=110157586626118965' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/110157586626118965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/110157586626118965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2004/11/kispl-s-borz-vackolj-belm.html' title='Kispál és a Borz: Vackolj belém'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-110085424972127341</id><published>2004-11-19T09:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:37:09.423+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hobo Blues Band'/><title type='text'>Hobo Blues Band: Orgia</title><content type='html'>Lassú táncok a lehűlő levegőben,&lt;br /&gt;Lassú lángok a kandallóban,&lt;br /&gt;Jóllakott dögök a medvebőrön.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mit bámulsz? - mondja Ofélia,&lt;br /&gt;Majd kilép a tűzből és Júlia ágyába siet,&lt;br /&gt;Mialatt Rómeó Othellót kerülgeti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Még a Vészbanyák is elpirulnak,&lt;br /&gt;A pimasz Shakespeare hogy vigyorog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bomlott agyú Grimm testvérek gyermekeket&lt;br /&gt;Kínoznak, míg Csipkerózsika önmagával játszik,&lt;br /&gt;És az arcátlan Andersen Hófehérkét öleli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Színészkirály és a Költő műsort adnak&lt;br /&gt;A vasúttársaságok javára.&lt;br /&gt;A nyolcvanéves primadonna nemzetiszínű melltartóját&lt;br /&gt;Kisorsolják a nyugdíjas katonák klubjában&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marylin Monroe mosolyog, már túl van az egészen,&lt;br /&gt;Ismeri a dolgot James Dean-nel együtt.&lt;br /&gt;Szegény Ginsberg üvöltve keresi Kerouac-ot&lt;br /&gt;A tömegben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Az ezredes álmában kiad egy parancsot:&lt;br /&gt;Mindenki egyen egy narancsot!&lt;br /&gt;De a nők inkább banánt kérnek.&lt;br /&gt;A fáradt hősök már henyélnek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A magas külföldi vendég történelemkönyvet&lt;br /&gt;Olvas és halálra röhögi magát.&lt;br /&gt;A szolgák lopnak és lopakodnak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Óh mennyi nihilista nacionalista alkoholista&lt;br /&gt;Feketelista futballista exhibicionista&lt;br /&gt;specialista fasiszta statiszta&lt;br /&gt;Masiniszta soviniszta orgonista alpinista&lt;br /&gt;Kálvinista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A táborban mindenki alszik,&lt;br /&gt;A költő tündérei pengetik a drótokat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alvó szegek a jéghideg homokban&lt;br /&gt;Plakátmagányban ázó éjjelek&lt;br /&gt;Égve hagytad a folyóson a villanyt&lt;br /&gt;Ma ontják véremet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haldoklik az Éjszaka,&lt;br /&gt;Vére beszennyezi a Hajnalt.&lt;br /&gt;Minden születés véres.&lt;br /&gt;A Nap kései szabdalják a Csavargók Köpenyét,&lt;br /&gt;Széttépik a nehéz álmot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ébredező részegek,&lt;br /&gt;Az első morgások,&lt;br /&gt;A düh, böfögés, hányás, ürülék,&lt;br /&gt;A lejárt gramofon sisteregve ismétli egy&lt;br /&gt;Régi induló utolsó hangjait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nincs többé álom.&lt;br /&gt;Egy szem, egy arc&lt;br /&gt;Ó, a kép mennyire pontos,&lt;br /&gt;Az öreg Bosch hogy pirulna, ha látná,&lt;br /&gt;A vén kokós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A padláson véget ért az Öngyilkosok Bálja,&lt;br /&gt;Mindenki a pincébe igyekszik, ahol&lt;br /&gt;A Paraziták Parádéján a Patkány a prímás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Íme az utolsó kínrím:&lt;br /&gt;Ez egy nedves kor,&lt;br /&gt;Nappal vér folyik,&lt;br /&gt;Éjjel bor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kis balerína vezeti pónilovát.&lt;br /&gt;Hamupipőke, te sosem alszol? - kérdezi a Bohóc.&lt;br /&gt;Vigyél el innen, barátom!&lt;br /&gt;Nem lehet, itt kell örökre maradnom.&lt;br /&gt;Mozdulatai kecsesek, ám a látvány szomorú.&lt;br /&gt;Talán csak a Bolond mulatságos, ahogy integet,&lt;br /&gt;Hogy majd ír! Igen.&lt;br /&gt;És nem felejt el semmit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Szeretlek.&lt;br /&gt;Sosem lesz vége. Sosem lesz vége.&lt;br /&gt;Sosem lesz vége. Sosem lesz vége.&lt;br /&gt;Sosem lesz vége?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-110085424972127341?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/110085424972127341/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=110085424972127341' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/110085424972127341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/110085424972127341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2004/11/hobo-blues-band-orgia.html' title='Hobo Blues Band: Orgia'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-109826990081363323</id><published>2004-10-20T13:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:37:32.197+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enya'/><title type='text'>Enya: Anywhere Is</title><content type='html'>I walk the maze of moments&lt;br /&gt;but everywhere I turn to&lt;br /&gt;begins a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;but never finds a finish&lt;br /&gt;I walk to the horizon&lt;br /&gt;and there I find another&lt;br /&gt;it all seems so surprising&lt;br /&gt;and then I find that I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go there you're gone forever&lt;br /&gt;I go there I'll lose my way&lt;br /&gt;if we stay here we're not together&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon upon the ocean&lt;br /&gt;is swept around in motion&lt;br /&gt;but without ever knowing&lt;br /&gt;the reason for its flowing&lt;br /&gt;in motion on the ocean&lt;br /&gt;the moon still keeps on moving&lt;br /&gt;the waves still keep on waving&lt;br /&gt;and I still keep on going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go there you're gone forever&lt;br /&gt;I go there I'll lose my way&lt;br /&gt;if we stay here we're not together&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the stars sign&lt;br /&gt;the life that is to be mine&lt;br /&gt;and would they let their light shine&lt;br /&gt;enough for me to follow&lt;br /&gt;I look up to the heavens&lt;br /&gt;but night has clouded over&lt;br /&gt;no spark of constellation&lt;br /&gt;no Vela no Orion&lt;br /&gt;The shells upon the warm sands&lt;br /&gt;have taken from their own lands&lt;br /&gt;the echo of their story&lt;br /&gt;but all I hear are low sounds&lt;br /&gt;as pillow words are weaving&lt;br /&gt;and willow waves are leaving&lt;br /&gt;but should I be believing&lt;br /&gt;that I am only dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go there you're gone forever&lt;br /&gt;I go there I'll lose my way&lt;br /&gt;if we stay here we're not together&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To leave the thread of all time&lt;br /&gt;and let it make a dark line&lt;br /&gt;in hopes that I can still find&lt;br /&gt;the way back to the moment&lt;br /&gt;I took the turn and turned to&lt;br /&gt;begin a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;still looking for the answer&lt;br /&gt;I cannot find the finish&lt;br /&gt;It's either this or that way&lt;br /&gt;it's one way or the other&lt;br /&gt;it should be one direction&lt;br /&gt;it could be on reflection&lt;br /&gt;the turn I have just taken&lt;br /&gt;the turn that I was making&lt;br /&gt;I might be just beginning&lt;br /&gt;I might be near the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-109826990081363323?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/109826990081363323/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=109826990081363323' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/109826990081363323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/109826990081363323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2004/10/enya-anywhere-is.html' title='Enya: Anywhere Is'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-109696765888717373</id><published>2004-10-05T11:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:37:19.381+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen'/><title type='text'>Queen: The Show Must Go On</title><content type='html'>Empty spaces - what are we living for&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned places - I guess we know the score&lt;br /&gt;On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for...&lt;br /&gt;Another hero, another mindless crime&lt;br /&gt;Behind the curtain, in the pantomime&lt;br /&gt;Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on,&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on&lt;br /&gt;Inside my heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;My make-up may be flaking&lt;br /&gt;But my smile still stays on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance&lt;br /&gt;Another heartache, another failed romance&lt;br /&gt;On and on, does anybody know what we are living for? &lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm learning, I must be warmer now&lt;br /&gt;I'll soon be turning, round the corner now&lt;br /&gt;Outside the dawn is breaking&lt;br /&gt;But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on&lt;br /&gt;Inside my heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;My make-up may be flaking&lt;br /&gt;But my smile still stays on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die&lt;br /&gt;I can fly - my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll face it with a grin&lt;br /&gt;I'm never giving in&lt;br /&gt;On - with the show -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll top the bill, I'll overkill&lt;br /&gt;I have to find the will to carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On with the -&lt;br /&gt;On with the show -&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-109696765888717373?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/109696765888717373/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=109696765888717373' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Once our eyes stare hollow in to nothing&lt;br /&gt;our fingers clutching helpless in the void&lt;br /&gt;Then our skulls won't tell about our past lifes&lt;br /&gt;rich or poor, we're gonna be destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing gonna save us from death, leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;and our gathering, it was all in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;building up castles of sand&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;all for a kingdom of sand in your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bankers, beggars, soldiers, priests and sinners&lt;br /&gt;leaders, losers, all will be the same&lt;br /&gt;if you keep your millions on accountings&lt;br /&gt;nothing you will take out from this game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in your last hideway that's kept far underground&lt;br /&gt;you'll share your remains gust with the worms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;building up castles of sand&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;all for a kingdom of sand in your hands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-109645308561984139?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/109645308561984139/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=109645308561984139' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/109645308561984139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/109645308561984139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2004/09/rage-over-and-over.html' title='Rage: Over And Over'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-109568090611304909</id><published>2004-09-20T13:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:38:35.314+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovasi András'/><title type='text'>Lovasi András: Jó voltam eddig (Meneküljetek)</title><content type='html'>Jó voltam eddig, így visszanézve&lt;br /&gt;Nem sok mindennek múlt rajtam a vége&lt;br /&gt;Minek hősködni, bottal böködni&lt;br /&gt;Az alvó lényeges szívét&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annyi minden kérdezteti&lt;br /&gt;Rajtam keresztül, miért nem veri&lt;br /&gt;Senki az asztalt, hogy, hogyha meghalt,&lt;br /&gt;Többet minket nem lát?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi vagyunk a kövek a gyerek aki dobálta veled&lt;br /&gt;A vizek a hegyek, ahol mindenki szeret&lt;br /&gt;Növények gépek emberi lények &lt;br /&gt;A szeretett részek untig elégek&lt;br /&gt;A nap ahogy föl-le giccses de bejön&lt;br /&gt;Mint ahogy az állat ha ő öl vagy ölöm&lt;br /&gt;A filmek a furcsák a könyvek az ének&lt;br /&gt;A kertek a padlás a fészkek a fények&lt;br /&gt;A furulya mikor kértelek Isten&lt;br /&gt;Hogy furulyázz ha te vagy köszönöm innen&lt;br /&gt;Az eged a kékje a tészta széle&lt;br /&gt;Hogy álmomban öltem, de aztán mégse&lt;br /&gt;Lakások helyek ahol akármi lehet&lt;br /&gt;Repülés helyett érkező kezek&lt;br /&gt;Halak a vízben, borok az agyban,&lt;br /&gt;Füvek az ágyban, szarok rá hogy van&lt;br /&gt;ezen kívül is egy csomó minden&lt;br /&gt;Van, mikor ingyen, de más fontos nincsen -&lt;br /&gt;van, mikor ingyen, de más fontos nincsen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De még a gyerekkor, az ajtók&lt;br /&gt;Iszonyú barkók, kedves a tv,&lt;br /&gt;Pisiszag, WC,&lt;br /&gt;A WC-ben aktok, a lábközi vackok&lt;br /&gt;Amitől izgalmasabbnak hattok&lt;br /&gt;Hát legyetek boldogog ti hülye állatok&lt;br /&gt;A maradék erdő ölén&lt;br /&gt;Aki már meghalt, annak már mindegy,&lt;br /&gt;De ti ne haljatok meg hülyén.&lt;br /&gt;A kilőtt nyilak gazdátlansága,&lt;br /&gt;Az eltalált szívek lebénult tánca&lt;br /&gt;Az elpusztult idő bebarnult szárnya&lt;br /&gt;A por ami csapkodás után, marad utána&lt;br /&gt;Meneküljetek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha kitaláltad, hogy mitől féljünk&lt;br /&gt;Mondd meg nekünk, már nem is reméltünk,&lt;br /&gt;Csak riogattuk a többi embert,&lt;br /&gt;Hogy élniük kell egy jó darabig, mert &lt;br /&gt;Bár itt élesbe érvek jönnek,&lt;br /&gt;De nem igazán lett ettől sem könnyebb nekem&lt;br /&gt;Párat kipróbáltam aztán legyintettem és beláttam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha igazat mondasz, azt végig unják&lt;br /&gt;Ha feldíszíted, azt jól megdugják &lt;br /&gt;Sokan vannak, barátkoznak,&lt;br /&gt;a disznóimnak csalánt hoznak.&lt;br /&gt;Unom őket és ők is unják,&lt;br /&gt;Vagy a csalánoktól olyan furcsák,&lt;br /&gt;Vagy biztos jó sok disznót esznek&lt;br /&gt;És ettől ők is disznók lesznek.&lt;br /&gt;Hazudoznak, ha megszeretnek,&lt;br /&gt;És szánalmasak, ha elélveznek.&lt;br /&gt;Gyakorlatilag mindnek lőttek,&lt;br /&gt;Hiába lövetik le később őket.&lt;br /&gt;De mégis azért az jó ebben,&lt;br /&gt;Hogy kíváncsi vagyok vajon lesz-e&lt;br /&gt;Végbélrákom vagy szívgyógyszerem,&lt;br /&gt;Unokáim, meg a többi ilyen dolog&lt;br /&gt;Ami azt mutatja, hogy éltem,&lt;br /&gt;S minden úgy lett-e amitől féltem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-109568090611304909?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/109568090611304909/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=109568090611304909' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/109568090611304909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/109568090611304909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2004/09/lovasi-andrs-j-voltam-eddig.html' title='Lovasi András: Jó voltam eddig (Meneküljetek)'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-109430731815365764</id><published>2004-09-04T16:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:37:47.674+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kispál és a Borz'/><title type='text'>Kispál és a Borz: Éjjeli nyugtató</title><content type='html'> Most már el fog múlni&lt;br /&gt;Nem lesz semmi baj&lt;br /&gt;Jobb lesz és aztán kicsit&lt;br /&gt;Megint jobb lesz&lt;br /&gt;Régóta fontos hogy vagy&lt;br /&gt;Mindegy mit akar&lt;br /&gt;Az a sok ellenség akit&lt;br /&gt;Neked ereszt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Az élet de én vagyok az őrangyalod&lt;br /&gt;Kezemben felhúzott kalasnyikov ragyog&lt;br /&gt;A nap kel fel éppen a hátam mögött&lt;br /&gt;Nagy fehér szárnyakkal ott körözök&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A szobában éjszaka&lt;br /&gt;Te álmodsz és fasza&lt;br /&gt;Dolgok pörögnek végig az agyadon&lt;br /&gt;Éppen lepkét kergetsz amikor&lt;br /&gt;Felkelt a suhogó szárnyam árnya a faladon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ne félj ez én vagyok az őrangyalod&lt;br /&gt;Kezemben felhúzott kalasnyikov ragyog&lt;br /&gt;A nap kel fel éppen a hátam mögött&lt;br /&gt;Nagy fehér szárnyakkal ott körözök&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne félj ez én vagyok az őrangyalod&lt;br /&gt;Azt szeretnénk hogy neked ne legyen semmi bajod&lt;br /&gt;Sőt inkább jobb legyen mint a többinek&lt;br /&gt;Senkit ennyire nem szerettek (A Földön)&lt;br /&gt;Mindent szeretsz majd&lt;br /&gt;Minden meglesz párszor&lt;br /&gt;Mások által szépnek mondott életed lesz&lt;br /&gt;Aztán kilépek majd a fehér angyalcájgból&lt;br /&gt;És felhúzom a szőrös patás másik jelmezt&lt;br /&gt;De ne félj ez is én vagyok az őrangyalod&lt;br /&gt;Ne tegyél hirtelen mozdulatot&lt;br /&gt;Tudod kezemben felhúzott&lt;br /&gt;Kalasnyikov ragyog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-109430731815365764?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/109430731815365764/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=109430731815365764' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/109430731815365764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/109430731815365764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2004/09/kispl-s-borz-jjeli-nyugtat.html' title='Kispál és a Borz: Éjjeli nyugtató'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-109423204078605912</id><published>2004-09-03T19:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T14:29:49.145+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miyoko Ai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OST'/><title type='text'>Miyoko Ai: Through The Years And Far Away (Hoshi no Koe OST)</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Flovelessblog.uw.hu%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FHoshi%20no%20Koe%20-%20Through%20The%20Years%20And%20Far%20Away.rbs&amp;colors=body:#F6EBDF;border:#B1793E;button:#634320;player_text:#634320;playlist_text:#634320;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, little star&lt;br /&gt;Are you doing fine?&lt;br /&gt;I'm lonely as everything in birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in the dark&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I dream of you, the planet earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could fly across this night&lt;br /&gt;Faster than the speed of light&lt;br /&gt;I would spread these wings of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years and far away&lt;br /&gt;Far beyond the milky way&lt;br /&gt;See the shine that never blinks&lt;br /&gt;The shine that never fades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousand years and far away&lt;br /&gt;Far beyond the silky way&lt;br /&gt;You're the shine that never blinks&lt;br /&gt;The shine that never dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, tiny star&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me call?&lt;br /&gt;I'm so blind as everything at birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could flow against these nights&lt;br /&gt;Straiter than the string of light&lt;br /&gt;I would lay these hands on time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years and far away&lt;br /&gt;Far beyond the milky way&lt;br /&gt;You're the shine that never blinks&lt;br /&gt;The shine that never dies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-109423204078605912?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/109423204078605912/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=109423204078605912' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Johnson'/><title type='text'>Molly Johnson: Melody</title><content type='html'>It's so easy here with you&lt;br /&gt;Like a walk in the park&lt;br /&gt;Just before dark&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's so easy here with you&lt;br /&gt;Like sun on my face&lt;br /&gt;A bright summer day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're like a melody&lt;br /&gt;That follows me&lt;br /&gt;And when you go I still hear music constantly&lt;br /&gt;You're like a melody&lt;br /&gt;That follows me&lt;br /&gt;And when you go you're haunting me&lt;br /&gt;You're taunting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And summer slips to fall, yes it does&lt;br /&gt;Seems no times past at all, no time at all&lt;br /&gt;And summer slips to fall and then it snows&lt;br /&gt;And then I watch you go, watch you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're like a melody&lt;br /&gt;That follows me&lt;br /&gt;And when you go I still hear music constantly&lt;br /&gt;You're like a melody&lt;br /&gt;That follows me&lt;br /&gt;And when you go you're haunting me&lt;br /&gt;You're taunting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a feeling 'bout you&lt;br /&gt;Might be nothing new&lt;br /&gt;But time slips by so easily&lt;br /&gt;I hardly try&lt;br /&gt;So don't be sad&lt;br /&gt;I won?t be blue&lt;br /&gt;Cause love will follow, follow you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-109422647115750003?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/109422647115750003/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=109422647115750003' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/109422647115750003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/109422647115750003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2004/09/molly-johnson-melody.html' title='Molly Johnson: Melody'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-109422547086426765</id><published>2004-09-03T17:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:40:50.692+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew Lloyd Webber'/><title type='text'>Andrew Lloyd Webber: Old Deuteronomy</title><content type='html'>I belive it is Old Deuteronomy&lt;br /&gt;Well of all things can it be really&lt;br /&gt;No, yes, ho, hi, oh my eye!&lt;br /&gt;My mind may be wandering but I confess&lt;br /&gt;I belive it is Old Deuteronomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Deuteronomy's lived a long time&lt;br /&gt;He's a cat who has lived many lives in succession&lt;br /&gt;He was famous in Proverb and famous in rhyme&lt;br /&gt;A long while before Queen Victoria's accession&lt;br /&gt;Old Deuteronomy's buried nine wives&lt;br /&gt;And more I am tempted to say ninty - nine&lt;br /&gt;And his numerous progeny prospers and thrives&lt;br /&gt;And the villiage is pround of him in his decline&lt;br /&gt;At the sight of that placid and bland physiognomy&lt;br /&gt;When he sits in the sun on the vicarage wall&lt;br /&gt;The oldest inhabitant croaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of all things can it be really&lt;br /&gt;No, yes, ho, hi, oh my eye!&lt;br /&gt;My mind may be wandering but I confess&lt;br /&gt;I belive it is Old Deuteronomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of all things can it be really&lt;br /&gt;No, yes, ho, hi, oh my eye!&lt;br /&gt;My mind may be wandering but I confess&lt;br /&gt;I belive it is Old Deuteronomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of all things can it be really&lt;br /&gt;No, yes, ho, hi, oh my eye!&lt;br /&gt;My mind may be wandering but I confess&lt;br /&gt;I belive it is Old Deuteronomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of all things can it be really&lt;br /&gt;No, yes, ho, hi, oh my eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs may be tottery I must go slow&lt;br /&gt;And be careful of Old Deuteronomy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-109422547086426765?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/109422547086426765/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=109422547086426765' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/109422547086426765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/109422547086426765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2004/09/andrew-lloyd-webber-old-deuteronomy.html' title='Andrew Lloyd Webber: Old Deuteronomy'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-109422539731864785</id><published>2004-09-03T17:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:40:50.695+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew Lloyd Webber'/><title type='text'>Andrew Lloyd Webber: Gus The Theater Cat</title><content type='html'>Gus is the cat at the theater door&lt;br /&gt;His name, as I ought to have told you before&lt;br /&gt;Is really Asparagus, and that's such a fuss to pronounce&lt;br /&gt;That we usually call him just Gus&lt;br /&gt;His coat's very shabby. He's thin as a rake&lt;br /&gt;And he suffers from palsy that makes his paw shake&lt;br /&gt;Yet he was in his youth quite the smartest of cats&lt;br /&gt;But no longer a terror to mice or to rats&lt;br /&gt;For he isn't the cat that he was in his prime&lt;br /&gt;Though his name was quite famous, he says, in his time&lt;br /&gt;And whenever he joins his friends at their club&lt;br /&gt;(Which takes place at the back of the neighboring pub)&lt;br /&gt;He loves to regale them, if someone else pays&lt;br /&gt;With anecdotes drawn from his palmiest days&lt;br /&gt;For he once was a star of the highest degree&lt;br /&gt;He has acted with Irving, he's acted with tree&lt;br /&gt;And he likes to relate his successes on the halls&lt;br /&gt;Where the gallery once gave him seven cat calls&lt;br /&gt;But his greatest creation as he love to tell&lt;br /&gt;Was Firefrorefiddle, the Fiend of the Fell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have played in my time every possible part&lt;br /&gt;And I used to know seventy speeches by heart&lt;br /&gt;I'd extemporize backchat, I knew how to gag&lt;br /&gt;And I knew how to let the cat out of the bag&lt;br /&gt;I knew to act with my back and my tail&lt;br /&gt;With and hour of rehersal, I never could fail&lt;br /&gt;I'd a voice that would soften the hardest of hearts&lt;br /&gt;Whether I took the lead, or in character parts&lt;br /&gt;I have sat by the bedside of poor little Nell&lt;br /&gt;When the curfew was run then I swung on the bell&lt;br /&gt;In the Pantomime Season I never fell flat&lt;br /&gt;And I once understudied Dick Whittington's cat&lt;br /&gt;But my grandest creation, as history will tell&lt;br /&gt;Was Firefrorefiddle, the Fiend of the Fell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, if someone will give him a toothful of gin&lt;br /&gt;He will tell how he once played a part in East Lynne&lt;br /&gt;At a Shakespeare performance he once walked on pat&lt;br /&gt;When some actor suggested the need for a cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I say now these kittens, they do not get trained&lt;br /&gt;As we did in the days when Victoria reigned&lt;br /&gt;They never did get drilled in a regular troup&lt;br /&gt;And they think they are smart just to jump through a hoop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he says as he scratches himself with his claws&lt;br /&gt;Well the theater is certainly not what it was&lt;br /&gt;These modern productions are all very well&lt;br /&gt;But there's nothing to equal from what I hear tell&lt;br /&gt;That moment of mystery when I made history&lt;br /&gt;As Firefrorefiddle, the Fiend of the Fell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once crossed the stage on a telegraph wire&lt;br /&gt;To rescue a child when a house was on fire&lt;br /&gt;And I think that I still can much better than most&lt;br /&gt;Produce blood curdling noises to bring on the ghost&lt;br /&gt;And I once played Growltiger&lt;br /&gt;Could do it again, could do it again&lt;br /&gt;Could do it again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-109422539731864785?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/109422539731864785/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=109422539731864785' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/109422539731864785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/109422539731864785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2004/09/andrew-lloyd-webber-gus-theater-cat.html' title='Andrew Lloyd Webber: Gus The Theater Cat'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-109422503786100917</id><published>2004-09-03T17:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:40:50.697+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew Lloyd Webber'/><title type='text'>Andrew Lloyd Webber: Midnight</title><content type='html'>Midnight, not a sound from the pavement&lt;br /&gt;Has the moon lost her memory?&lt;br /&gt;She is smiling alone&lt;br /&gt;In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet&lt;br /&gt;And the wind begins to moan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory, All alone in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;I can smile at the old days&lt;br /&gt;I was beautiful then&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time I knew what happiness was&lt;br /&gt;Let the memory live again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every streetlamp seems to beat&lt;br /&gt;A fatalistic warning&lt;br /&gt;Someone mutters and the street lamp gutters&lt;br /&gt;And soon&lt;br /&gt;It will be morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daylight&lt;br /&gt;I must wait for the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;I must think of a new life&lt;br /&gt;And I mustn't give in.&lt;br /&gt;When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory too&lt;br /&gt;And a new day will begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burnt out ends of smokey days&lt;br /&gt;The stale cold smell of morning&lt;br /&gt;The streetlamp dies, another night is over&lt;br /&gt;Another day is dawning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch me,&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to leave me&lt;br /&gt;All alone with my memory&lt;br /&gt;Of my days in the sun...&lt;br /&gt;If you touch me, you'll understand what happiness is&lt;br /&gt;Look, a new day has begun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-109422503786100917?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/109422503786100917/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=109422503786100917' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/109422503786100917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/109422503786100917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2004/09/andrew-lloyd-webber-midnight.html' title='Andrew Lloyd Webber: Midnight'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-109411837694304595</id><published>2004-09-02T11:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:41:19.992+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghymes'/><title type='text'>Ghymes: Duna partján</title><content type='html'>Duna partján nevelkedik tulipán,&lt;br /&gt;Duna partján nevelkedik tulipán,&lt;br /&gt;Téged óhajt az én szívem, téged vár,&lt;br /&gt;Téged óhajt az én szívem, téged vár.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Néked adtam jelkendőmet - add vissza,&lt;br /&gt;Néked adtam jelkendőmet - add vissza,&lt;br /&gt;Nap megszítta piros színét, nem tiszta,&lt;br /&gt;Nap megszítta piros színét, nem tiszta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Néked adtam jelgyűrűmet - add vissza,&lt;br /&gt;Néked adtam jelgyűrűmet - add vissza,&lt;br /&gt;Homály fogta gyémántkövét, nem tiszta,&lt;br /&gt;Homály fogta gyémántkövét, nem tiszta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azt mondtam, hogy így is jó lesz, s ég a szám,&lt;br /&gt;Azt mondtam, hogy így is jó lesz, s ég a szám,&lt;br /&gt;Templom mélyén hozzád simul az imám,&lt;br /&gt;Templom mélyén hozzád simul az imám.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Szád azt mondja: kézzel festett este van,&lt;br /&gt;Szád azt mondja: kézzel festett este van,&lt;br /&gt;Szemed mondja: harmatmézes hajnal van,&lt;br /&gt;Szemed mondja: harmatmézes hajnal van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mégis érzem a kezed a vállamon,&lt;br /&gt;Mégis érzem a kezed a vállamon,&lt;br /&gt;A csillagot a mennyei házakon,&lt;br /&gt;A csillagot a mennyei házakon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A csillagot a mennyei házakon,&lt;br /&gt;A csillagot a mennyei házakon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-109411837694304595?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/109411837694304595/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=109411837694304595' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/109411837694304595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/109411837694304595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2004/09/ghymes-duna-partjn.html' title='Ghymes: Duna partján'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-109405551916596848</id><published>2004-09-01T18:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:41:41.737+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven Street Seven'/><title type='text'>Heaven Street Seven: Dél-Amerika</title><content type='html'>Menten fegyverhez nyúlok, ha meghallom a "kultúra" szót&lt;br /&gt;az a nő, aki kikészített, oly kultúrált vót&lt;br /&gt;... még azt sem várta meg, hogy a placcról kimenjek,&lt;br /&gt;máris szembejött valami ficsúr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vajon erőltessek-e kultúrmosolyt ábrázatomra,&lt;br /&gt;vagy hagyjam magam felrobbanni, mint egy plasztikbomba?&lt;br /&gt;A legjobb lesz, ha felteszem a kedvenc lemezem&lt;br /&gt;és szívszakadva énekelem, hogy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fiam, maga kifogta Délamerikát,&lt;br /&gt;egy ilyen kislánnyal csuppa derrű a világ"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitsoda szörnyű vircsaft, ezt mondják majd,&lt;br /&gt;a Família meg úgy megvigasztal, hogy ugrom a Dunába&lt;br /&gt;Bár lenne penzióm meg egy kis jachtom a Genfi tón,&lt;br /&gt;odamenekülnék&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micsoda fess udvarló, Önnek való épp e legény!!&lt;br /&gt;Ezt mondták régen róla, de ma szegény, szerencsétlen flótás,&lt;br /&gt;elvették az nótás kedvét&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brrutális majális,&lt;br /&gt;megbánja a halál is&lt;br /&gt;Rendet rakok,&lt;br /&gt;akárki hozzám szól,&lt;br /&gt;én nemtom mi lesz,&lt;br /&gt;de amit teszek, azt nem teszi zsebre senki,&lt;br /&gt;az egyszer fixx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-109405551916596848?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/109405551916596848/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=109405551916596848' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/109405551916596848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8026671/posts/default/109405551916596848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/2004/09/heaven-street-seven-dl-amerika.html' title='Heaven Street Seven: Dél-Amerika'/><author><name>gyerekember</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024540014194162329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JimCU7hf-gk/SZ_krEDYjnI/AAAAAAAACJw/fyL7YHHjAxI/S220/edem_172x172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026671.post-109405388741339544</id><published>2004-09-01T17:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:41:41.739+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven Street Seven'/><title type='text'>Heaven Street Seven: Éjszaka</title><content type='html'>Szomorú, hideg téli éjszaka volt&lt;br /&gt;szigorú ködök bújtatták el a Holdat és&lt;br /&gt;ott feküdtünk az ágyon&lt;br /&gt;Várva, hogy jöjjön az álom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És akkor azt mondtad nekem, hogy mennyire kár,&lt;br /&gt;hogy az ember az álmában egyedül jár&lt;br /&gt;és Te nem jöhetsz oda velem&lt;br /&gt;ez azért van-mondtam- Szívem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mer' a fejünkben régi képek&lt;br /&gt;Sohasevolt időről beszélnek&lt;br /&gt;És a fülünkben furcsa dallam&lt;br /&gt;Töri a szívet össze halkan&lt;br /&gt;Mikor fejedhez ér a fejem&lt;br /&gt;Ezt nem értheted, s nem érthetem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Szomorú, hideg téli éjszaka volt&lt;br /&gt;szigorú messzeségből lesett a Hold&lt;br /&gt;be az ablakon csendesen&lt;br /&gt;Irigy könnyek a szemében&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragyogj a holdfényben,&lt;br /&gt;S ha nem találsz rám ébren&lt;br /&gt;Én akkor is mindig várok&lt;br /&gt;Rád&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8026671-109405388741339544?l=fulbemaszo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulbemaszo.blogspot.com/feeds/109405388741339544/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8026671&amp;postID=109405388741339544' title='0 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term='Heaven Street Seven'/><title type='text'>Heaven Street Seven: Tükör a tükörben</title><content type='html'>Valami szép fura beszéd,&lt;br /&gt;amit csak ketten érthetünk Béjbe&lt;br /&gt;Valami kék távoli ég,&lt;br /&gt;kis ház a víznél, az kéne végre&lt;br /&gt;Ó ez nagyon szép,&lt;br /&gt;de nekem más is kellene még&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valami dal úgy megzavar,&lt;br /&gt;mint nagyapát egy rég elfelejtett&lt;br /&gt;azonosíthatatlan kép&lt;br /&gt;valahol mélyen bujtogat benned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tükör a tükörben&lt;br /&gt;mutatok jobbat most Kedvesem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem kell mágia, a szemnek látnia elég&lt;br /&gt;Csak ültünk és néztünk, azt sem tudtuk, mit kérjünk&lt;br /&gt;Nem kell mágia, a szemnek látnia elég&lt;br /&gt;Sok is még&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egy itthagyott ősi titok,&lt;br /&gt;a semmiben kettőnk között vibrál&lt;br /&gt;Csak az a baj, hogy nagy a zaj&lt;br /&gt;Mi is úgy tudjuk, hogy ott semmi nincs már&lt;br /&gt;Ó ez 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