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Mr. Scruff "Fish"

Once again I shall go and get the fishmonger to prepare the fish.

I expect you'd like to know about frogmen?
Yeah!
They live on fish and catch them by diving onto them from a great height.

Gliding down through the dark green water.
He can breathe under water because he has amphibious nostrils.
On the way down he passed hundreds of trout of different sizes.
Trout are freshwater fish and have under water weapons.
Trout are very valuable and immensely powerful.
Keep away from the trout.

Why should it mean that the fish in the sea are all unable to sing?

Just listen to me young fellow.
What need is there for fish to sing, when I can roar and bellow?

Fish fish fish fish fish.
Fish fish fish fish.
Eating fish!

Fish fish fish fish fish.
Fish fish fish fish.
Eating fish!

I wish that I could get my hands on a dozen fish!
Fish!
Fish!

Ajattelin aloittaa uuden harrastuksen, mutta muutin mieleni...

http://www.hs.fi/viivijawagner/1135224015106

Päivän biisit:

The Bamboos "In The Bamboo Groove"
De Phazz "Mambo Craze"
Mr. Scruff "Honeydew"
Raul Midón "Sittin' In The Middle"

Tune Of The Day:

Omni Trio "Winter Chill Out"


Notes:

"Liian hapokasta" ei ole hauska tai kekseliäs heitto. Enää.

Ystäväni ovat kultakimpaleita.

Tune Of The Day:

7 Samurai "Uptown Rankin"

Olet niin sydän

Janski says: (11:59:19 AM)
Mitäs sie meinaat tänään?

Flicka says: (12:02:54 PM)
Meen kotiin, siivoan, laitan mun uudet lakanat, laitan ruokaa ja katson uutta televisiota

Janski says: (12:03:00 PM)
:)

Flicka says: (12:03:05 PM)
Mitä sä?

Janski says: (12:03:10 PM)
käyn alkossa.


Päivän biisi:

Track N Field "All That Men Think About"

What you want might make you cry
What you need might pass you by
If you don't catch it,
If you don't catch it,
And what you need ironically
Will turn out what you want to be
If you just let it,
If you just let it

Tune Of The Day:

Track N Field "Marathon"

Ahh, Flight Of The Conchords!

Tune Of The Day:

Pearl Jam "Alive"

Päivän kesäbiisi:

RJD2 "Ghostwriter"

I'm wondering if my thoughts of her
have ever crossed her thoughts of me
and if they're half as clear as mine
and if there'll ever be a time

for us to journey once again
as lovers and as trusted friends
what if the best is yet to come
and this was only the first part run

get a hold of yourself
don't worry about the aftermath
there is no one after you
or on your back
there is no one after you

but the everyday just can't compete
with the beauty of a polariod
where the fairytale endures complete
and her eyes are always full of joy

like a frozen glimpse of butterflies
on a clourized celluloid sky
she waves her cheerful last goodbye
and begs for me to let passed things slide

get a hold of yourself
don't worry about the aftermath
there is no one after you
no one on your back
there is no one after you