Вот и накрыло... не-а... не погодное...

Прячься не прячься –  всё равно найдёт)))

Вот... Опять влюбилась в Брайана эМ) Что тоже ничего - себе не изменяю)

гы) Он, наверное, ща зырит на себя_раннего, в платьях и прочей шелухе, и думает: «Блин!!! И ЭТО БЫЛ Я!!!))))» (по-английски, или, мне бы хотелось, по-французски, stp)))

Красиво говорит, иногда даже лучше, чем поёт - по-английски)

Placebo Album: Sleeping With Ghosts
The Bitter End [Single]
B-Sides

Drink You Pretty

Sick of drugs and dancing feet
Sick of bars where people meet
Smell of crotch and sheets not clean
Hairy men in magazines
Every city looks the same
Running from the threat of rain
Pillow talk that's just for one
Saturday get nothing done

Lie to me
It takes less time
To drink you pretty

Lie to me
It takes less time
To drink you pretty

Human seas of apathy
Nuclear catastrophy
Jumbos crash into the ground
Governments sleep safe and sound
Mornings glisten cold and bright
Organs stolen every night
Can of beans and fast boquet
Double jackpot give away

Lie to me
It takes less time
To drink you pretty

Lie to me
It takes less time
To drink you pretty

Hello pretty
Hello
Hello pretty
Hello
Hello pretty
Hello
Hello pretty

Lie to me
It takes less time
To drink you pretty

Lie to me
It takes less time
To drink you pretty


Туда же)

Lady Of The Flowers

'Scuse me, I apologize
He likes your attitude, he tries it on for size
He spends the afternoon, between your thighs
How's that for gratitude, I apologize.

It seemed to last for hours
It seemed to last for days
This lady of the flowers
And her hypnotic gaze.

'Scuse me, I apologize
She's got vacuum cleaner eyes
Suck you in
She's got magazines, filled with hairpies
'Scuse me, I apologize

It seemed to last for hours
It seemed to last for days
This lady of the flowers
And her hypnotic gaze.

She wears her tears on her blouse
Confused and racked with self-doubt
She stole the keys to my house
And then she locked herself out.

'Scuse me, I apologize
He likes your attitude, he tries it on for size
He spends the afternoon, between your thighs
How's that for gratitude, I apologize.

It seemed to last for hours
It seemed to last for days
This lady of the flowers
Her electronic haze.

She wears her tears on her blouse
Confused and racked with self-doubt
She stole the keys to my house
And then she locked herself out.

She stole the keys to my house
And then she locked herself out
She lays me...down
She lays me...

Тут уже не остановить)))

Placebo - Where Is My Mind Live (HD)

Placebo - Pure Morning HD (Official)Placebo - Sleeping With Ghosts

Блин! Гы) Во... бред) Хорошо, что я в идеО не зырю... Однако, детишки_впечатлительные с неокрепшей психикой... таки-да бедные)

з.ы.
Издевается) Я точно так же сейчас на него смотрю)



Placebo - I Know