mad

One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small

When men on the chessboard
get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know

When logic and proportion
Have fallen softly dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's off with her head
Remember what the doormouse said:
"Feed your Head
Feed your Head!"

Jefferson Airplane

I want to die today,
'cos I hate tomorrow
It wouldn't be O.K.
'cos I hate to follow...
Only masks with smiles
And the eyes with hateness...
Black thoughts of others
And the kings of eachothers
I have nothing to leave
I am monochrome too.
I must do what they do
'cos I've finished believe
That the life is so perfect,
Good, and will be better
I want to die today,
'cos I hate tomorrow.
'cos I finish believe
That I'm so heady
To change something
In my monochrome life...

labai labai senas is senu laiku, dedikuojamas kai kam ;] vos sugebejau rast lyrics'us

14:50:53: 1. groja sudina muzika
14:51:02: 2. groja sudina muzika ir merga ja niuniuoja
14:51:12: 3. groja sudina muzika ir merga dar ja sudinai niunuoja

parasyta kolegos. vartai i viena puse - ofise trecias lygis..;E~

arba kaip mergina bando pamėgdžiotu Homer'į..(palyginus su praeito 5nio pilvo šokiu pagal tą pačią melodiją ir rūbais) kažkaip iškart pasijauti nuvertintas, nes ateini pabendrauti ir parūkyti kaljano, o atsiduri atmosferoje, kur tave norėtų matyti visiškai nusigėrusį ir padaryti iš tavęs pajuokos objektą, net neduodant tūso vedėjui - seneliui šalčiui išgerti ir duoti laisvę jo liežuviui...visa laimė, kad bendravau su neatsitikniais žmonėmis, kas viską priveda, ne prie apmąstmų, kas blogai, o prie tos pačios šypsenos, kuri išlenda vakar rytą virtuvėje radus žmogaus savomis rankomis iškeptą pyragą su obuoliais bei aromatizuotos juodos arbatos pakeliu ir sintetinio kremo dichlofosu bei šiandien prie monitoriaus rasta Lietuviškos dzegtienės 0,1l flieška.. Tad belieka paleisti garsais The Stranglers - Golden Brown ir užreplyinti tuos prisiminimus (tuo gabalu), kurie sukelia šypseną... ir paleisti dar šiek tiek dūmų uždangos su raudonu svylinančiu įkvėpimu, užuodžiant nuo pirštų kaljano tabako kvapą ir nenorintį pro langą pabėgti dūmų baltumą...

I'm trying to walk up the stairs
My hands are snatching at the slivers of light
I'm sticking to the steps
Each one a release from the place below
I'm on a mission
On the hunt for clean, clear vapour skies
'Cos I'm choking on my own, I need some air

The door slams behind me
Begging you to scrape off your disco paint
It's open to the night
And I'm sick as a hospital and empty factories
You look so tiny, so very unimportant
I'm nearly there and everything feels fine

Don't wanna look behind me
Don't wanna look beneath me
Every movement, every vibration
Every movement, every vibration

High above piss city
Watch the pigs-ear people, all dead in their droves
Some shuffle in silence
Some gorge sucking on silicone
I've got the urge to jump
Watch my life whizz by, fast forward flash
But hold on boy, I feel alive

Don't wanna look behind me
Don't wanna look beneath me
Every movement, every vibration
Every movement, every vibration

Therapy?