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За последние 60 дней ни разу не выходила
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07-08-2001
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All Music (новости и тексты песен)
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Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Title: Mope (по заявке Анечки)
Album: Unknown
We gonna drop this next bomb for a money makin' playa that ain't with us no mo. Yeah, Notorious B.I.G. Hell no, we gonna do this for a gangbanging thug that never seen it comin'. Yeah, Tupac Shakur. Nah bitch, I'm talkin' ‘bout motherfuckin' Falco and shit. What? Falco? Rock me Amadeus Rock me Amadeus Rock me Amadeus Rock me Amadeus Tried to O.D. on the Cold-Eeze "Golden Girls" got me "Sweatin' To The Oldies" Hanging out like Double Ds sip Long Island Iced Teas Wrote to Mayor McCheese "Send a Shamrock Shake please!" Three O' Clock on the dot time to cruise for Eighth graders Rather tape the Weather Channel so that I can watch it later Reruns of Rerun so "What's Happening?" Dee's knocked up and Rog on crack again Deep throat a whole Nutty Buddy Make whoopie to a batch of Silly Putty Make a Spam and Colgate sandwich and ate it Go through "National Geographic" and draw panties on the natives So I like to dance naked in front of my pets But my cat was inattentive so I sent him U.P.S. Playin' spin the bottle with my mom I watch "Cops" with no pants on Must've blown a fuse nothing's going on Lamer than the Pope climb the walls like King Kong Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes Deader than the parents on a "Party of Five" Luciano Pavoratti on a treadmill Not going nowhere slim chance we will Less hip than Bo Jackson bored like wood Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it Relax don't do it when you wanna cum Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it Relax don't do it when you wanna cum Nowhere to go I can't wake up late Just sit around and wait for my Old Spice to activate Stalemate jailbait in "My So-Called Life" imprisonment Amazing what a good breakfast pickles make isn't it? I like to pretend I'm speed reading Never lose the sight of the thrill of sneezing Don't need a shower today just some Brut by Faberge Smell the ass of my jeans clean they'll do another day And I recycle I sniff my own farts I dial the wrong number hope a conversation starts I mean I might as well be listenin' to Journey Givin' myself a mullet hook the Flowbee to the Kirby Make a prank call pretendin' I'm a mime Get stuck in traffic just to pass the time Sent a letter in the mail in Braille to Johnny Quest Send me back my Etch-A-Sketch Must've blown a fuse nothing's going on Lamer than the Pope climb the walls like King Kong Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes Deader than the parents on a "Party of Five" Luciano Pavoratti on a treadmill Not going nowhere slim chance we will Less hip than Bo Jackson bored like wood Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it Relax don't do it when you wanna cum Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it Relax don't do it when you wanna cum I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums When you wanna cum I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums When you wanna cum I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums When you wanna cum I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums When you wanna cum Yo yo yo yo yo! What it is motherfuckers? Aw shit, here comes Pac-Man. Hey Pac-Man, what's up? Me you bitches! I'm high on crack! Wanna freebase? No Pac-Man drugs are bad! Nope can't help you man. Pussies. Whoa! Holy shit! Must've blown a fuse nothing's going on Lamer than the Pope climb the walls like King Kong Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes Deader than the parents on a "Party of Five" Luciano Pavoratti on a treadmill Not going nowhere slim chance we will Less hip than Bo Jackson bored like wood Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it Relax don't do it when you wanna cum Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it Relax don't do it when you wanna cum Holy macaroni Holy macaroni Holy macaroni Holy macaroni
Artist: Garbage
Title: Special (по заявке Olga)
Album: Unknown [1998]
I'm living without you But I know all about you I have run you down into the ground Spread disease about you over town I used to adore you I couldn't control you There was nothing that I wouldn't do to keep myself around and close to you Do you have an opinion ? A mind of your own ? I thought you were special I thought you should know but I've run out of patience I couldn't care less I... I... Do you have an opinion ? A mind of your own ? I thought you were special I thought you should know I used to amuse you But I knew that I'd lose you Now you're here and begging for a chance but there's no way in hell I'd take you back Do you have an opinion ? A mind of your own ? I thought you were special I thought you should know but I've run out of patience I've run out of comments I'm tired of the violence I couldn't care less I'm looking for a new... I'm looking for a new... I'm looking for a new... I'm looking for a new You were the talk of the town You were the talk of the town You were the talk of the town You were the talk of the town I thought you were special I thought you were special I thought you were special I thought you were special
Artist: Roxette
Title: Milk and Toast and Honey (по заявке Sparkle)
Album: Unknown
Milk and toast and honey make it sunny on a rainy Saturday, he-he-hey Milk and toast, some coffee take the stuffiness out of days you hate, you really hate Slow morning news pass me by I try not to analyze but didn't he blow my mind this time Didn't he blow my mind? (Here he comes) To bring a little lovin', honey To take away the hurt inside is everything that matters to me Is everything I want in life Milk and toast and honey Ain't it funny how things sometimes look so clear and feel so near The dreams I dream, my favourite wishful thinkin' Oh, he's bookmarked everywhere, everywhere True love might fall from the sky You never know what to find but didn't he blow my mind this time Didn't he blow my mind? (Here he comes) To bring a little lovin', honey To take away the pain inside is everything that matters to me Is everything I want from life (Here he comes) Oh lay a little lovin', honey To feel you're gettin' close to me is everything that matters to me Is everywhere I want to be
Artist: U2
Title: Elevation (по заявкe 'pta')
Album: All That You Can't Leave Behind (also: Tumb-Raider Movie Soundtrack)
High, higher than the sun You shoot me from a gun I need you to elevate me here At corner of your lips As the orbit of your hips Eclipse You elevate My soul I've got no self control Been living like a mole now Going down, excavation I and I in the sky You make me feel like I can fly So high Elevation A star Lit up like a cigar Strung out like a guitar Maybe you can educate my mind Explain all these controls Can't sing but I've got soul The goal is elevation A mole Digging in a hole Digging up my soul now Going down, excavation I and I in the sky You make me feel like I can fly So high Elevation Love Lift me up out of these blues Won't you tell me something true I believe in you A mole Digging in a hole Digging up my soul now Going down, excavation Higher now In the sky You make me feel like I can fly So high Elevation
Artist: The Offspring
Title: The Kids Aren't Alright (по заявкe Aллы)
Album: Americana
When we were young the future was so bright The old neighborhood was so alive And every kid on the whole damn street Was gonna make it big and not be beat Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn The kids are grown up but their lives are worn How can one little street Swallow so many lives Chances thrown Nothing's free Longing for what used to be Still it's hard Hard to see Fragile lives, shattered dreams Jamie had a chance, well she really did Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids Mark still lives at home cause he's got no job He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot Jay committed suicide Brandon OD'd and died What the hell is going on The cruelest dream, reality
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