I'm gonna leave this place
(Ayo)
I'm going outer space
(Ayo)
I'll be a refugee
(Ayo)
In different galaxy
Put it like that
Put it, put it like that
Put it like that
Put it, put it like that
Put it like that
Put it, put it like that
Put it like that
Put it, put it like that
Put it like that
Put it, put it like that
Put it like that
Put it, put it like that
Put it like that
Put it, put it like that
Shit so fat
Gotta move it like that
If you put it like that
It ain't so funny
Everybody here just
Running for the money
And on the streets
Beggars, junkies
We didn't learn a thing
Since we were monkeys
Never-ending wars
Screaming and fighting
Thousands of people disappeared
Still counting
Fake news?
No, no, don't believe them
Just wanna runaway to freedom
I'm gonna leave this place
(Ayo)
I'm going outer space
(Ayo)
I'll be a refugee
(Ayo)
In different galaxy
(Ayo)
I'm gonna leave this place
(Ayo)
I'm going outer space
(Ayo)
I'll be a refugee
(Ayo)
In different galaxy
(Ayo)
I'm gonna leave this place
(Ayo)
I'm going outer space
(Ayo)
I'll be a refugee
(Ayo)
In different galaxy
Take me down to the Paradise City
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Take me home (I want you, please, take me home)
Take me down to the Paradise City
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Take me home (I want you, please, take me home)
Just an urchin living under the street
I'm a hard case that's tough to beat
I'm your charity case, so buy me somethin' to eat
I'll pay you at another time
Take it to the end of the line
Rags and riches, or so they say, you gotta
Keep pushing for the fortune and fame
You know it's, it's all a gamble when it's just a game
You treat it like a capital crime
Everybody's doing their time
Take me down to the Paradise City
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Oh, won't you please take me home? Yeah-yeah
Take me down to the Paradise City
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Take me home
Strapped in the chair of the city's gas chamber
Why I'm here, I can't quite remember
The surgeon general says it's hazardous to breathe
I'd have another cigarette, but I can't see
Tell me, who you're gonna believe?
Take me down to the Paradise City
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Take me home, yeah-yeah
Hello
I've waited here for you
Everlong
Tonight, I throw myself into
And out of the red
Out of her head, she sang
Come down and waste away with me
Down with me
Slow, how you wanted it to be
I'm over my head
Out of her head, she sang
And I wonder
When I sing along with you
If everything could ever be this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You've got to promise not to stop when I say when
She sang
Breathe out
So I can breathe you in
Hold you in
And now
I know you've always been
Out of your head
Out of my head, I sang
And I wonder
When I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You've got to promise not to stop when I say when
She sang
Trump quejándose de que el accidente aéreo ha sido culpa de las políticas de inclusión e integración de Biden, porque, dice, la FAA ha contratado como controladores a personas con deficiencias intelectuales o físicas.
Uno, diría que no es lo mismo deficiencia intelectual que física: una persona con un retraso cognitivo serio puede todavía hacer trabajos físicos en un aeropuerto, como cargar maletas, y otra con una paraplejia, en una silla de ruedas, puede tener una cabeza bien puesta sobre los hombros como para hacer control aéreo. Pero, como siempre, él dispara al bulto.
Eso sí, una muestra de que las políticas integradoras e inclusivas de Biden han funcionado es que han conseguido que un subnormal, acompañado de un puñado de retrasados, lleguen a la Casa Blanca…
Pues ya estamos en febrero, el pana @Chinchorro debe de estar a punto de ser padre por partida doble. Dadle ánimos a su santa parienta. Qué vaya guay la cosa, bonicos!
Uh, uh
Life's like this
Uh, huh, uh, huh
That's the way it is
'Cause life's like this
Uh, huh, uh, huh
That's the way it is
Chill out, whatcha yellin' for?
Lay back, it's all been done before
And if you could only let it be
You would see
I like you the way you are
When we're drivin' in your car
And you're talkin' to me one-on-one
But you become
Somebody else 'round everyone else
You're watchin' your back like you can't relax
You're tryin' to be cool
You look like a fool to me
Tell me
Why'd you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're
Actin' like you're somebody else, gets me frustrated
And life's like this, you
And you fall, and you crawl, and you break
And you take what you get
And you turn it into
Honesty, and promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it
No, no, no
@carme muchas felicidades majísima <3
(Ayo)
I'm going outer space
(Ayo)
I'll be a refugee
(Ayo)
In different galaxy
Put it like that
Put it, put it like that
Put it like that
Put it, put it like that
Put it like that
Put it, put it like that
Put it like that
Put it, put it like that
Put it like that
Put it, put it like that
Put it like that
Put it, put it like that
Put it like that
Put it, put it like that
Shit so fat
Gotta move it like that
If you put it like that
It ain't so funny
Everybody here just
Running for the money
And on the streets
Beggars, junkies
We didn't learn a thing
Since we were monkeys
Never-ending wars
Screaming and fighting
Thousands of people disappeared
Still counting
Fake news?
No, no, don't believe them
Just wanna runaway to freedom
I'm gonna leave this place
(Ayo)
I'm going outer space
(Ayo)
I'll be a refugee
(Ayo)
In different galaxy
(Ayo)
I'm gonna leave this place
(Ayo)
I'm going outer space
(Ayo)
I'll be a refugee
(Ayo)
In different galaxy
(Ayo)
I'm gonna leave this place
(Ayo)
I'm going outer space
(Ayo)
I'll be a refugee
(Ayo)
In different galaxy
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Take me home (I want you, please, take me home)
Take me down to the Paradise City
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Take me home (I want you, please, take me home)
Just an urchin living under the street
I'm a hard case that's tough to beat
I'm your charity case, so buy me somethin' to eat
I'll pay you at another time
Take it to the end of the line
Rags and riches, or so they say, you gotta
Keep pushing for the fortune and fame
You know it's, it's all a gamble when it's just a game
You treat it like a capital crime
Everybody's doing their time
Take me down to the Paradise City
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Oh, won't you please take me home? Yeah-yeah
Take me down to the Paradise City
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Take me home
Strapped in the chair of the city's gas chamber
Why I'm here, I can't quite remember
The surgeon general says it's hazardous to breathe
I'd have another cigarette, but I can't see
Tell me, who you're gonna believe?
Take me down to the Paradise City
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Take me home, yeah-yeah
*la posición de publicidad fijada en la parte baja de la página, para los boomers**
**los viejos.
I've waited here for you
Everlong
Tonight, I throw myself into
And out of the red
Out of her head, she sang
Come down and waste away with me
Down with me
Slow, how you wanted it to be
I'm over my head
Out of her head, she sang
And I wonder
When I sing along with you
If everything could ever be this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You've got to promise not to stop when I say when
She sang
Breathe out
So I can breathe you in
Hold you in
And now
I know you've always been
Out of your head
Out of my head, I sang
And I wonder
When I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You've got to promise not to stop when I say when
She sang
@paumal
@Zoidborg
Hay un usuario que hace spam de dos fuentes.
Ahora para disimular hace un envío de la fuente escrita y otro de youtube, siendo el origen el mismo.
Y pienso votar spam porque lo es, y ajustado a la nueva norma de 5 envíos entre uno y otro.
Como ves,desde el primer dia los spammers van a buscar la forma de colarlo.
twitter.com/Jan_Smite/status/1886381221891953045
Uno, diría que no es lo mismo deficiencia intelectual que física: una persona con un retraso cognitivo serio puede todavía hacer trabajos físicos en un aeropuerto, como cargar maletas, y otra con una paraplejia, en una silla de ruedas, puede tener una cabeza bien puesta sobre los hombros como para hacer control aéreo. Pero, como siempre, él dispara al bulto.
Eso sí, una muestra de que las políticas integradoras e inclusivas de Biden han funcionado es que han conseguido que un subnormal, acompañado de un puñado de retrasados, lleguen a la Casa Blanca…
Life's like this
Uh, huh, uh, huh
That's the way it is
'Cause life's like this
Uh, huh, uh, huh
That's the way it is
Chill out, whatcha yellin' for?
Lay back, it's all been done before
And if you could only let it be
You would see
I like you the way you are
When we're drivin' in your car
And you're talkin' to me one-on-one
But you become
Somebody else 'round everyone else
You're watchin' your back like you can't relax
You're tryin' to be cool
You look like a fool to me
Tell me
Why'd you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're
Actin' like you're somebody else, gets me frustrated
And life's like this, you
And you fall, and you crawl, and you break
And you take what you get
And you turn it into
Honesty, and promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it
No, no, no