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martedì 31 ottobre 2006 - ore 09:19
A pig. In a cage. On antibiotics.
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Allegria. Mi son preso un malanno. Un malanno che finisce per *ite* e che mi costringe a respirare come un novello Darth Vader. Ragion per cui, e qui le metafore zooteologiche si sprecano, stasera salta il diggeiset halloweenesco all’Unwound. Però, e questa sì che è una bella notizia, devo semplicemente evitare i luoghi affollati, ma al lavoro ci posso comunque andare. CHE CULO.
Radiohead - My iron lung (1994)
Faith, you’re driving me away
You do it everyday
You don’t mean it
But it hurts like hell
My brain says I’m recieving pain
A lack of oxygen
From my life support
My iron lung
We’re too young to fall asleep
Too cynical to speak
We are losing it
Can’t you tell?
We scratch our eternal itch
A twentieth century bitch
And we are grateful for
Our iron lung
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
Suck, suck your teenage thumb
Toilet trained and dumb
When the power runs out
We’ll just hum
This, this is our new song
Just like the last one
A total waste of time
My iron lung
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
And if you’re frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, it’s OK
And if you’re frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, it’s OK
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
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