Mr Wermut

Недовольства лепрой потс

Fri, 27 Jun 2008 19:07:57 GMT

В общем неожиданно оказалось , что на лепре полно странных ебаньков.

Зафигачил креативный пост с интересной картинкой. Через полминуты пост оказался переписан текущим модератором, в него в талена всякая муйня, ну и заодно йрейтинг в минусах.

Офигеть как интересно, детсад, ей богу.

Ну и йух с ними...

Ready to rumble !

Thu, 24 Apr 2008 20:04:42 GMT

Ура , все работает !

Дейзи - Fabrique Nationale Project   90 ~100 м\с

Первый привод , пашет не переставая с 2004го года
Один раз менял шестерни.
Один раз менял мотор .
Десятки раз этот автоматик выручал тиммейтов когда у них все более пафосное ломалось!

Чиби - m15 CQB
Боевая подруга , не покидает меня с тех пор как я стал "американцем" !!!
Сначала капризная была, но потом мы договорились . Не надалбывает НИКОГДА .
Гер у старушки слегка треснул , но держится молодцом, все равно!   ~130

Айрин - Mk 12 Mod 0 Shorty

Красавица, ацкая свинорезка , 135 м/с
Пока вместе не гуляли , но все еще впереди.

Сюзанна -- Mk Mod 0 SPR

Тоже красавица, и вообще суровая женщина.   У нее также как и у меня аллергия на пидарасов и несознанщиков.    Оттого 155 м\с на выходе.

мистер Смит - Mk 23 SOCOM
Silent and deadly   105 м\с

АТЖИГАААЕМ !!!!!!

One By One

Thu, 03 Apr 2008 21:06:57 GMT

Here am i
Yet another goodbye!
He says adiós, says adiós,
And do you know why
She wont break down and cry?
- she says adiós, says adiós, goodbye.

One by one my leaves fall.
One by one my tales are told.

Its no lie
She is yearning to fly.
She says adiós, says adiós,
And now you know why
Hes a reason to sign
- she says adiós, says adiós, goodbye.

One by one my leaves fall.
One by one my tales are told.

My, oh my!
She was aiming too high.
He says adiós,
And now you know why
Theres no moon in her sky
- he says adiós, says adiós, goodbye.

No goodbyes
For love brightens their eyes
Dont say adiós, say adiós,
And do you know why
Theres a love that wont die?
- dont say adiós, say adiós, goodbye.

- dont say adiós, say adiós, goodbye.
- dont say adiós, say adiós, goodbye.
- dont say adiós, say adiós, goodbye.

Самое самое начало

Sun, 16 Mar 2008 09:48:58 GMT

Еще даже не нашил эмблему "Бастиона" =) Закрытие 2004

FUBAR бля , или как мы празднуем 8е марто

Sat, 08 Mar 2008 22:33:56 GMT

Эмка дает клина. Хм, скверная примета думаю я и лезу внутрь. Оппа , лопнуло пружинко. Ну хрен , встаивл 120 системы , на выходе четко 130 , счастье есть. Но не долго. Меньше механы отстрелял , аккум (только что с зарядки) накрылся. Ну пофиг , счаз другой вставим.Вставили, и он также.
Мм, перетянул гер, думаю. Вынул. Ослабил винты залил лаком, а тут ОППА Селектор пополам. НУ на селектор нам посрать , одиночными стреляют тока лохи , и вообще "Here is my safety trigger" © Выкинул кусок селектора и тут ПАРАМ ПАМ ПАМ (БЛЯ) , на морде гера трещина !!!! ( наверное не надо было играть в минус с 120й гардера ? )
Собрал , воткнул свежезалитый аккум ...не тянет. Беру совсем другой аккум , заряжал давно. Рвет тока в путь.
ВЫВОД: зарядка накрылась тазом (а2про 1800 р )

Ну ладно ,это все грустно но не смертельно, у нас еще п90 лежит. Беру, жуму на спуск : ВЖЖЖЖЖ ну е..й карась!
Ну тут фигня, мотор отошел, подкрутил вроде пашет.
Ладно , у нас на крайняк есть соком.
Беру баллон газа, соком говорит ПШШШ , притом не с клапана, суака, а со стыка днища с тушкой .
Так вот , чтобы разобрать сокомовский магазин, надо выбить 3 штифта.2 просто и 1 высвирлить. Высверлил, ага. Начал выбивать. Это говно выбиваться не стало, зато внутрь вогнулось !!! Пелотка короче магазину ( ну да ну да, попал еще на 900 р)

Ну это все срать , мыж пацаны запасливые, у нас еще танька лежит!!! Заряжаю таньку. 85 м/с 0,25!!! шаром
НУ вообще ПИСЕЦ... Через пару выстрелов стало 120 ..потом 145 потом опять 120. Баба,блин, че с нее взять?

Вот одно радует, кольт спринговый ну совершенно не надалбывает.Работает на все свои 70 м\с

Резюме:
- Сатурн сегодня явно не в том доме
- гербокс 1500 , а2про 1800 , селектор рублей 400 , магазин от сокома 900 итого 3600 р незапланированно

ps
Рацию включать боюсь...

Носталжи

Wed, 13 Feb 2008 22:54:41 GMT

Вот почитал жж Сквада ... оглянулся назад...

Началось все в середине 2004 го года , когда в гостях Вениамина aka Zephid[Pionertruppe] мы постреляли с его п90 в коробку от тиви. Мозг снесло напрочь. Продал половину своих солдатиков , наделал и толкнул толчкам текстолитовых мечей, занял у комрада.. в общем за 2 недели наскреб 7,5 к . Метнулся к Макдаку, успел взять последний п90 ! Без аккума!

Первый выезд в лытку(м21нато от сплава, чорная беретка, берцы, аффтамат). Эмоций море, первый штурм лыткинского корпуса , знакомство с Кразом на крыше колбасного домика ... целых 1 фраг за весь день !!! В общем полгода пролетели как день , жизнью от воскресенья до воскресенья.
Закрытие 2004 , засада , одиночек не берут. А нас 3 человека. Я, Диса-Мавр и соотвественно Веня.

Пришел к Кразу , сказал так и так, хочу воевать. Краз пришел к тогдашнему командиру БАстиона - Штурмеру, сказал что этих 3х под его ответственность.

Готовимся к закрытию. В прокуренном кафе придумываем как оборонять лыткинский корпус. Я рисую план, народ одобряет...

Ура, выезд. Ночь перед игрой, брожу по лагерю, смотрю на бывалых, трепещу. Они друг друга знают, вспоминают былое, как кто , с кем и когда... Слушаю ...
У огромного комтра в несколько метров высотой Питон рассказывает о своем напарнике... От костра такой жар,что у меня оплывают подошвы берцев... на другой стороне Рыбак. Да.. тогда был один общий Страйкбол.

Черт , какой прокол. На форме нет шеврона команды!!! Хорошо у Штурмера есть запас, а у Мавра нитки и иголка. Пришиваю кое как, под тусклой лампочкой в салоне машины.

День игры. Разложили мешки с землей по намеченному плану, сидим в обороне. Вокруг неимоверный экшен , но до нас по ходу деа очередь дойдет не скоро. Уходит со Снетом на вольные хлеба (да да, именно так все и начиналось) Ну в общем рейд по тылам Лесных котиков удался на славу. Вальнули Бороду и еще когото, хехе

Ночь , пошла движуха. Сидит с Берсальерами на втором этаже , греем тушло. Черная гвардия закидывает грену , тушло по стенам,мы с матами в коридоре.

В общем наш корпус взяли предпоследним.Хуле , Бастион команда с непробиваемой обороной! Ну почти непробиваемой.

Утро , ходили к Парасам в соседний корпус на подмогу. Наткнулся на Крайта и Ко (кстати а что счаз с Крайтом то ? ). На себе узнал что такое ТМ Мк23 =)

Потом что... потом свой проект. Команда Хорнет , онаже Шершень , онаже Hornet.
Веня командир , я по связям с общественностью , Диса просто почетный ветеран. Кампания вышла офигенная, старая ролевая тусовка плюс изрядный кусок каскадерской группы Мастер =)

Открытие 2005 , мы в СК.

фулсайз http://photofile.ru/photo/mr_wermut/3474714/75006025.jpg

А вот шеврон. Идея моя , рисунок DoN'а . Лежит как память...

2005-2006 , снова Бастион. Кандидат, рядовой, замкома разведзвена, комразведзвена. Переоделись с в аку, регламентировали оружие. Нацепили эмблему 82й ВДД Армии США =) (кстати тоже моя идея. ну не то чтоб совсем моя, Адмирал Канарис подкинул , а я пропиарил =) )

Конец 2006 , набрался наглости и опыта. Увел из Бастиона разведзвено(уточню что в совершенно без конфликтов и полюбовно). С 13 Августа мы- Тандерболт!!!

А чтоже теперь ?

Хорнетов больше нет , они эволюционировали Пионеров. А потом в еврокорпус, Артеллеристов, Осназ... Зато Бастион жив, это радует. Хотя и из неговышли целых две неплохие команды. Рабочий момент, в принципе. Но чертовски жаль, что старая гвардия расползается кто куда. Жаль, когда на смену совместным пьянкам и художественному отжигу приходит "приветкакдела".

Бабель ,Пепа, Бух, Мозг, Носяра , Ведьма, Кенни,Вульв, Мутант, Хохол , Муха, Коржи,Веня и Алёна, Мавр, Мига , Белка и прочие упыри,я не забываю! Вот так то.

Неподаренная роза

Thu, 07 Feb 2008 22:38:53 GMT

А вот в Питере...

Thu, 31 Jan 2008 22:57:00 GMT

А в Питере на днях состоял "Первый боди арт фестиваль Свободных Мастеров Сумеречья".
Звучит? Ну первый блин, как водиться , комом. Со светом(его просто не было) слажали, моделей маловато...
Зато позитивное общение с питерцами, и много опыта о том как-не-надо-снимать-людей-в-темном-помещении :D

В общем из 250 + фоток показать не стыдно совсем чуть- чуть
Иии раз

Иии два

Альбом
http://photofile.ru/users/mr_wermut/3450262/

Позжее добавлю еще парочку ... а чичяс спаать

ps
А вообще это у меня второй опыт ночной сьемки человеков.

Кусочек Японии

Thu, 24 Jan 2008 23:16:27 GMT

http://photofile.ru/photo/mr_wermut/3397346/74159567.jpg

Чутка фотошоплено

День и Ночь

Sun, 20 Jan 2008 15:36:06 GMT

Ночь

полный размер
http://photofile.ru/photo/mr_wermut/3415103/73754371.jpg

День

полный размер
http://photofile.ru/photo/mr_wermut/3397346/73357081.jpg

Self Portrait

Wed, 02 Jan 2008 09:51:30 GMT

Paint me a picture and hang it on your wall.
Color it dark where the lines must start to crawl.
Down, down, down.
Spin me around and around.
Draw me away to the night from the day.
Leave not a trace to be found.
Down, down.
Nothing is real but the way that I feel.
And I feel like going down, down, down, down,
Down, down, down, down, down.

Paint me a picture of eyes that never see,
With flashes of light that will burn for only me.
Hey, hey, hey, theres only the devil to pay.
Im ready to go pull me down from below.
Give me a place I can lay.
Hey, hey.

Nothing is real but the way that I feel.
And I feel like going down, down, down, down,
Down, down, down, down!

Loreley

Sat, 29 Dec 2007 10:20:08 GMT

Merrily we sailed along,
Though the waves were plenty strong,
Down the twisted river Rhine,
Following the song.

Legend's faded storyline
tried to warn us all,
Oh, they called her Loreley,
Careful or you'll fall...

Oh, the stories we were told,
Quite a vision to behold,
Mysteries of the seas
In her eyes of gold.
Laying on a silver stone,
Such a lonely sight,
Barnacles become a throne,
My poor Loreley...

And the winds would cry,
And many men would die,
And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley...
And the winds would cry,
And many men would die,
And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley...

You would not believe your eyes,
How a voice could hypnotize,
Promises are only lies,
From Loreley.
In a shade of mossy green, seashell in her hand,
She was born the river queen, ne'er to grace the land...

And the winds would cry,
And many men would die,
And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley...
And the winds would cry,
And many men would die,
And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley...

Oh, the song of Loreley
Charms the moon right from the sky,
She will get inside your mind,
Loveley Loreley.
When she cries "Be with me,
Until the end of time,"
You know you will ever be
With your Loreley...

And the winds would cry,
And many men would die,
And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley...
And the winds would cry,
And many men would die,
And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley...

IF

Sun, 16 Dec 2007 07:49:25 GMT

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

Flying teapot

Sun, 16 Dec 2007 07:43:19 GMT

Sometimes I think oh yes
I'd move to where all the shooting stars are gone
With all of our wishes
How could they bare oh no
To carry around the stupid human hopes
So I'm going to help I will
Give a key to lock the door
To the secret paradise
There are so many queuing up
And I won't let them in
Look at them
They are cheeky
They are never worthy
to be saved
Sometimes I feel oh yes
I could do almost everything I wanted
And it makes cry
Lay your heart
Lay your soul
Upon my magic carpet
Now we are flying
To Venus just to kill some time for tea OK
Remember
Surrender
There's nothing you can do
Cause love's such a joke
Like a little jack in the box you know
A little jack in the box
Lay your heart
Lay your soul
Upon my magic carpet
Now we are flying
To Venus just to kill some time for tea OK
Lay your heart
Lay your soul
Upon my magic carpet
Now we are flying
To Venus just to kill some time for tea OK
Remember
Surrender
There's nothing you can do
Cause love's such a joke
Like a little jack in the box you know
A little jack in the box

The Centre Of The Heart

Wed, 05 Dec 2007 21:55:50 GMT

What am I gonna do when I get a little excited a little in vain? Tell me,
What am I gonna say when I find the center of the heart is the suburb to the brain?

You wear them so well, those innocent eyes
You're putting on a wonderful disguise.
I want you so bad, I'm pushing my luck
It feels like beeing hit by a truck.
This is no place special, don't know why I came
If someone has a minute, won't you explain?

What am I gonna do when I get a little excited a little in vain? Tell me,
What am I gonna say when I find the center of my heart is the suburb to the brain?

Singing: "Na na na na na na, Na na na na na na"

Beeing with you, dealing with fire
Oh, won't you come around (come out) come out (today) and play
I want you so bad, answer my calls
Let's spend the night within these walls
This is no place special, nothing for the same (nothing for the same)
If someone's got a minute, do please explain!

What am I gonna do when I get a little excited a little in vain? Tell me,
What am I gonna say when I find the center of my heart is the suburb to the brain?

Singing: "Na na na na na na, Na na na na na na"

What am I gonna do when I get a little excited a little in vain? Tell me...
(tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me)
What am I gonna do when I get a little excited a little in vain? Tell me,
What am I gonna say when I find the center of my heart is the suburb to the brain?

Singing: "Na na na na na na, Na na na na na na"

What am I gonna do now?
What am I gonna do when I get a little excited a little in vain?
The center of my heart... yeah, yeah, yeah!
What am I gonna say when I find the center of my heart is the suburb to the brain?
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon hoooooooo!
Na na na na na na
What am I gonna do now?

What am I gonna say when I find the center of my heart is the suburb to the brain?

Призрак розы

Sat, 10 Nov 2007 07:34:16 GMT

The valley green was so serene
In the middle ran a stream so blue...
A maiden fair, in despair, once had met her true love there and she told him...
She would say...
"Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me
I love you so,
Never let go,
I will be your ghost of a rose..."

Her eyes believed in mysteries
She would lay amongst the leaves of amber
Her spirit wild, heart of a child, yet gentle still and quiet and mild and he loved her...
When she would say...
"Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me
I love you so,
Never let go,
I will be your ghost of a rose..."

When all was done, she turned to run
Dancing to the setting sun as he watched her
And ever more he thought he saw
A glimpse of her upon the moors forever
He'd hear her say...
"Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me
I love you so,
Never let go,
I will be your ghost of a rose..."

The temple of the King

Sat, 11 Aug 2007 18:51:14 GMT

One day, in the year of the fox
Came a time remembered well,
When the strong young man of the rising sun
Heard the tolling of the great black bell.
One day in the year of the fox,
When the bell began to ring,
It meant the time had come for one to go
To the temple of the king.

There in the middle of the circle he stands,
Searching, seeking.
With just one touch of his trembling hand,
The answer will be found.
Daylight waits while the old man sings,
Heaven help me!
And then like the rush of a thousand wings,
It shines upon the one.
And the day has just begun.

One day in the year of the fox
Came a time remembered well,
When the strong young man of the rising sun
Heard the tolling of the great black bell.
One day in the year of the fox,
When the bell began to sing
It meant the time had come for the one to go
To the temple of the king.

There in the middle of the people he stands,
Seeing, feeling.
With just a wave of the strong right hand, hes gone
To the temple of the king.

Far from the circle, at the edge of the world,
Hes hoping, wondering.
Thinking back on the stories hes heard of
What hes going to see.
There, in the middle of a circle it lies.
Heaven help me!
Then all could see by the shine in his eyes
The answer had been found.

Back with the people in the circle he stands,
Giving, feeling.
With just one touch of a strong right hand, they know
Of the temple and the king.

Про школу Покемона

Sun, 01 Jul 2007 11:00:00 GMT

- покимонские игроки настолько суровы,что клеят к базам канализационные люки,чтобы модельки не опрокидывались
- покимонские игроки настолько суровы, что вместо гринстаффа используют цемент
- покимонские игроки настолько суровы, что их конверсии техники в вархаммер 40к показывают американцам и говорят что это новейшие разработки российского военпрома
- покимонские игроки настолько суровы, что им не надо подшлифовывать кубы, те САМИ ложатся как надо
- покимонские игроки настолько суровы, что дюймы на их линейках в 1.5 раза длиннее стандартных
- покимонские игроки настолько суровы, что вместо красных гвшных линеек используют ломы с алмазной насечкой

Anywhere is !!!!!

Wed, 14 Feb 2007 21:15:12 GMT

I walk the maze of moments
But everywhere I turn to
Begins a new beginning
But never finds a finish
I walk to the horizon
And there I find another
It all seems so surprising
And then I find that I know

You go there youre gone forever
I go there Ill lose my way
If we stay here were not together
Anywhere is

The moon upon the ocean
Is swept around in motion
But without ever knowing
The reason for its flowing
In motion on the ocean
The moon still keeps on moving
The waves still keep on waving
And I still keep on going

You go there youre gone forever
I go there Ill lose my way
If we stay here were not together
Anywhere is

I wonder if the stars sign
The life that is to be mine
And would they let their light shine
Enough for me to follow
I look up to the heavens
But night has clouded over
No spark of constellation
No vela no orion

The shells upon the warm sands
Have taken from their own lands
The echo of their story
But all I hear are low sounds
As pillow words are weaving
And willow waves are leaving
But should I be believing
That I am only dreaming

You go there youre gone forever
I go there Ill lose my way
If we stay here were not together
Anywhere is

To leave the thread of all time
And let it make a dark line
In hopes that I can still find
The way back to the moment
I took the turn and turned to
Begin a new beginning
Still looking for the answer
I cannot find the finish
Its either this or that way
Its one way or the other
It should be one direction
It could be on reflection
The turn I have just taken
The turn that I was making
I might be just beginning
I might be near the end.

Sail away, sail away, sail away

Wed, 14 Feb 2007 20:50:06 GMT

Let me sail, let me sail
Let the Orinoco Flow
Let me reach, let me beach
On the shores of Tripoli
Let me sail, let me sail
Let me crash upon your shore
Let me reach, let me beach
Far beyond the Yellow Sea

De, de
De, de
De, de
De, de
De, de

Sail away, sail away, sail away
Sail away, sail away, sail away
Sail away, sail away, sail away
Sail away, sail away, sail away

From Bissau to Palau
In the shade of Avalon
From Fiji to Tiree
And the Isles of Ebony
From Peru to Cebu
Feel the power of Babylon
From Bali to Cali
Far beneath the Coral Sea

De, de
De, de
De, de
De, de
De, de

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, up, up adieu ooo-oooh
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, up, up adieu ooo-oooh
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, up, up adieu aaaah

Sail away, sail away, sail away
Sail away, sail away, sail away
Sail away, sail away, sail away
Sail away, sail away, sail away

From the North to the South
Ebud? unto Khartoum
From the deep sea of clouds
To the island of the moon
Carry me on the waves to the land I've never been
Carry me on the waves to the lands I've never seen
We can sail, we can sail
With the Orinoco Flow
We can sail, we can sail (sail away, sail away)

We can steer, we can near
With Rob Dickins at the wheel
We can sigh, say goodbye
Ross and its dependency
We can sail, we can sail (sail away, sail away, sail away)

We can reach, we can beach
On the shores of Tripoli,
We can sail, we can sail (sail away, sail away, sail away)

From Bali to Cali
Far beneath the Coral Sea
We can sail, we can sail (sail away, sail away, sail away)

We can sail, we can sail (sail away, sail away, sail away)

Sail away, sail away, sail away
Sail away, sail away, sail away

Но зато !

Thu, 25 Jan 2007 20:46:44 GMT

Поднят ворот, пуст карман.
Он не молод и вечно пьян.
Он на взводе - не подходи.
Он уходит всегда один.

Hо зато мой друг лучше всех играет блюз.
Круче всех вокруг он один играет блюз.

Он не знает умных слов.
Он считает вас за козлов.
Даже в морге он будет играть -
Hа восторги ему плевать.

Hо зато мой друг лучше всех играет блюз.
Круче всех вокруг он один играет блюз.

Hочь на выдох - день на вдох.
Кто не выжил - тот и сдох.
Обреченно летит душа.
От саксафона до ножа.

Hо зато мой друг лучше всех играет блюз.
Круче всех вокруг он один играет блюз.

На на на на на на на на на на на на на

убило в хлам

Thu, 14 Dec 2006 08:09:01 GMT

Тонкая Красная Линия

Fri, 17 Mar 2006 22:01:38 GMT

You'd better sleep with your rifle
Keep your powder dry
Fighting for your country
See the colours fly
They'll be coming in the morning boys
You gotta hold the line

You're the men from Harloch
You are standing proud
You're the Queen's light infantry
Sing out loud
They'll be coming in the morning boys
You gotta hold the line

You came for the glory (*)
To fight and to die
You stood in the thin red line
Remember the heroes
When stories are told
They died in the thin red line

Stand stady in the ranks boys
You gotta hold your fire
We'll show them what we're made of
When they hit the wire
They'll be coming in the morning boys
You gotta hold the line
You'll be thinking of your love ones
That you left back there
Then the sound of the bugle
Cuts the cool night air
They'll be coming in the morning boys
We gotta hold the line

(Repeat *)

Now you lay with your comrades
Far across the sea
Where you fighting for the Empire
Did you die for me
They'll be coming in the morning boys
You gotta hold the line

(Repeat *)

You'd better sleep with your rifle
Keep your powder dry
Fighting for your country
See the colours fly
They'll be coming in the morning boys
You gotta hold the line

Классика Heavy Metal не умирает!!!!

Wed, 15 Mar 2006 00:29:27 GMT

She leads a lonely life
She leads a lonely life

When she woke up late in the morning
Light and the day had just begun
She opened up her eyes and thought
O’ what a morning
It’s not a day for work
It’s a day for catching tan
Just laying on the beach and having fun
She’s going to get you

All that she wants is another baby
She’s gone tomorrow boy
All that she wants is another baby
All that she wants is another baby
She’s gone tomorrow boy
All that she wants is another baby

All that she wants - all that she wants

So if you are in sight and the day is right
She’s a hunter you’re the fox
The gentle voice that talks to you
Won’t talk forever
It’s a night for passion
But the morning means goodbye
Beware of what is flashing in her eyes
She’s going to get you

All that she wants...

Kiss From A Rose

Sun, 26 Feb 2006 22:54:13 GMT

There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh,
The more I get of you,
Stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grave.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grave,
I've been kissed by a rose on the grave,
I've been kissed by a rose
I've been kissed by a rose on the grave,
...And if I should fall along the way
I've been kissed by a rose
...been kissed by a rose on the grave.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain.
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grave.
Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grave
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grave.