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03: 3 artistia tai bändiä joista pidät





04: kännykkäsi


05: viimeisin katsomasi elokuva
06: paikka johon haluaisit matkustaa
07: tavara jonka haluaisit omistaa
08: paheesi
09: mikä on fiiliksesi juuri nyt
10: lempihajuvesi
11: lempielokuva
12: mitä mieltä olet koulusta
13: lelu jolla leikit pienenä
14: millaiset hiukset haluaisit
15: mihin ottaisit lävistyksen

Huoh, keksikää omat mielipiteenne -.-

Arvostan Adelea ja Johnny Rottenia koska ne on just sellasii kellä on omat mielipiteet ja ne ei oo kauheit kopiopaskoi. En tajuu miks Sid sai Pistolsseis kauheen punkegon, vaikkka ei punk ole kokonaa sitä et pukeutuu punkahtavast? Esim Avril Lavigne _yrittää_ olla punkkari, laittamal hiuksii vihreit ja pinkkei raitoi ja pukeutuu sillai mut ei se ole.

ps. Oma mielipide :)

I'M A LAZY SOD

aarvatkaa kuka painaaki ton kuvan kankaalle ja tekee siit kukkaron ? :)::):):))))

AWWWWWWWWWWW toi on niiiiin ihana<33

ope katto kauhistuneena ;;)

God save the queen
The fascist regime
They made you a moron
Potential H-bomb

God save the queen
She ain't no human being
There is no future
In England's dreaming

Don't be told what you want
Don't be told what you need
There's no future, no future,
No future for you

God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves

God save the queen
'Cause tourists are money
And our figurehead
Is not what she seems

Oh God save history
God save your mad parade
Oh Lord God have mercy
All crimes are paid

When there's no future
How can there be sin
We're the flowers in the dustbin
We're the poison in your human machine
We're the future, your future

God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves

God save the queen
We mean it man
And there is no future
In England's dreaming

No future, no future,
No future for you
No future, no future,
No future for me

No future, no future,
No future for you
No future, no future
For you

There's nothing sadder than when artists become "sellouts," losing all of their edge to make some kind of family-friendly garbage. Or at least that's the way we usually hear it.

The truth is, though, that some of the greatest works of music, film and art have happened only because the artist agreed to compromise in the name of success. Just ask...

Back in the 50s and early 60s, The Beatles were a group of rough hooligans who smoked and swore onstage while chomping on chicken between songs. They wore leather jackets, played sleazy German titty bars and, perhaps most shockingly, their hairdos did not match.

So how did they go from that to being the biggest, most influential pop band in the world? By selling out.

The group had a steady gig playing strip clubs in Hamburg, but they weren't making a whole lot of money there. After returning to Liverpool in 1961, The Beatles were discovered by Brian Epstein. He liked what he heard and offered to be their manager, on one small condition: that they change everything about themselves.

Everything from the jeans (replaced by proper trousers) to the hair (matching hairdos for everyone) to the smoking/swearing/eating onstage stuff (respectively: no, no and fuck no) had to go. And definitely no more nailing condoms to walls and setting them on fire, a crucial part of their act until that point.

Epstein also came up with the idea that they had to take a synchronized bow at the end of each set.

The Beatles were not fans of these suggestions. John Lennon found the whole thing stupid and used to whip his arms around while doing the bow, a scathing form of protest that admittedly wasn't quite as shocking as throwing a burning condom at the audience. However, the band also realized that having their way would get them nothing but more shit gigs at the same shit clubs. As Lennon himself put it, "It was a choice of making it or still eating chicken onstage."

Of course, cutting out the "holy shit are we edgy!" gimmicks stifled their creativity so badly that of Rolling Stone magazine's 10 best albums of all time, a mere four of them are from The Beatles.

So to recap, first came the haircuts, then came a level of popularity that bought them an unprecedented amount of creative freedom, and then came the albums that changed music forever. A feat that, sadly, no one has ever managed to achieve while working at a titty bar.

Of course, cutting out the "holy shit are we edgy!" gimmicks stifled their creativity so badly that of Rolling Stone magazine's 10 best albums of all time, a mere four of them are from The Beatles.

Read more (Nirvana, Michelangelo, Sex Pistols, Francis Ford Coppola): http://www.cracked.com/article_19061_5-artistic-geniuses-who-only-became-great-after-selling-out.html#ixzz1G20UC0ZK

Be a man! Kill someone! Kill yourself! Be a man!
Be someone! Kill someone! Be a man! KILL YOURSELF!

Too many problems
Oh why am I here
I need to be me
'Cos you're all too clear
And I can see
There's something wrong with you
But what do you expect me to do?
At least I gotta know what I wanna be
Don't come to me if you need pity
Are you lonely you got no one
You get your body in suspension
That's no problem, problem
Problem, the problem is you

Eat your heart out on a plastic tray
You don't do what you want
Then you'll fade away
You won't find me working
Nine to five
It's too much fun a being alive
I'm using my feet for my human machine
You won't find me living for the screen
Are you lonely all your needs catered
You got your brains dehydrated

Problem, problem
Problem, the problem is you
What you gonna do

Problem, problem

Problem, problem
Problem, the problem is you
What you gonna do with your problem
The problem is you
Problem

I ain't equipment, I ain't automatic
You won't find me just staying static
Don't you give me any orders
For people like me
There is no order

Bet you thought you had it all worked out
Bet you thought you knew what I was about
Bet you thought you'd solved all your problems
But you are the problem

Problem, problem
Problem, the problem is you
What you gonna do with your problem
I'll leave it to you
Problem, the problem is you
You got a problem
What you gonna do

They know a doctor
Gonna take you away
They take you away
And throw away the key
They don't want you
And they don't want me
You got a problem
The problem is you
Problem, what you gonna do
Problem, I'll leave it back, I have a
Problem, you got a problem

Problem, problem,
Problem, problem,
Problem, problem,
Problem, problem,
Problem, problem,
Problem, problem,
Problem, problem,
Problem

Problem, problem,
Problem