Gyerekek, ha sikerü a 7en semmit se elfelejtenem, akkor csoda történt.
Többnyire ezer dolgom van, a szó legszorosabb értelmében. Ha nem ájulok
el szombat estig (amikor is kikapcsolódok ünnepélyesen szinházban, majd
Besh o Drom koncerten, Szinésznőstül, R, E, Cs-stül) és tényleg nem
kutyulok össze semmit, akkor a kvt háziistennek nyilvánítom,
közvetlenül saját magam után. Alapvetően szeretem, ha abszurd dolgok
történnek az életemben, de ennyire? Na hajrá, írok egy fasza kis song
based lesson plant, vagy mi a halált. Egy olyan számot fogok
felhasználni, amit senki se hallott soha, hurrá, őrülni fognak nekem. A
lázadásról szól, mily meglepő 🙂

Itt van nektek a szövege, ez az én személyes életfilozófiám.

Pulp: Misfits
Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits.
Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh we don’t look the same as you
We don’t do the things you do, but we live around here too.
Oh really.
Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits, we’d like to go to town but we can’t risk it
Oh ’cause they just want to keep us out.
You could end up with a smash in the mouth just for standing out.
Oh really. Brothers, sisters, can’t you see?
The future’s owned by you and me.
There won’t be fighting in the street.
They think they’ve got us beat, but revenge is going to be so sweet.
We’re making a move, we’re making it now, we’re coming out of the side-lines.
Just put your hands up – it’s a raid yeah:
We want your homes, we want your lives,
we want the things you won’t allow us.
We won’t use guns, we won’t use bombs
We’ll use the one thing we’ve got more of – that’s our minds.
Check your lucky numbers, that much money could drag you under, oh.
What’s the point of being rich if you can’t think what to do with it?
‘Cause you’re so very thick.
Oh we weren’t supposed to be, we learnt too much at school now
we can’t help but see.
That the future that you’ve got mapped out is nothing much to shout about.
We’re making a move, we’re making it now,
We’re coming out of the side-lines.
Just put your hands up – it’s a raid.
We want your homes, we want your lives,
we want the things you won’t allow us.
We won’t use guns, we won’t use bombs
We’ll use the one thing we’ve got more of – that’s our minds.
Brothers, sisters, can’t you see?
The future’s owned by you and me.
There won’t be fighting in the street.
They think they’ve got us beat but revenge is going to be so sweet.
We’re making a move. We’re making it now.
We’re coming out of the sidelines.
Just put your hands up – it’s a raid.
We want your homes, we want your lives,
we want the things you won’t allow us.
We won’t use guns, we won’t use bombs
We’ll use the one thing we’ve got more of – that’sour minds.
And that’s our minds. Yeah.