Има ли фенове? 
Дайте тук да пишем каквото ни дойде на акъла като препоръки, нови, стари албуми, поздрави и т.н.
Препоръчайте ми нещо подходящо за това време!
Аз сега слушам една страхотна песен на Marillion - The Wound:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=stDnWmocZ54
Ето текста:
I've done everything that can be done to heal this wound
Left it on it's own for years
I've done everything that can be done to heal this wound
Left it on it's own for years
Couldn't touch it, didn't pick it, didn't get it wet
It didn't stop the bleeding
I bandaged it, I wrapped it, stitched it, tourniqueted it
I held it stiff and aching in the air
Held it there til I went beserk
Didn't sleep
It didn't work
Didn't stop it weeping
And the wound is your life
And your life took on a life of it's own
(Or so you foolishly thought)
And your life rolled on over me Bang-Bang like 56 train wheels
Every time I heard news of you
And the wound was in every lousy song on the radio
And the pain was like a tree-fern in the dark, damp, forgotten places
Darkness didn't stop her growing
New-born baby cells dividing..
Curled up tight unrolling day by day
Stretching up, stretching out
Forming the same identical shape
Clones. There aint too much sadder than
Clones - relentlessly emerging from the hairy heart of the wound
And the fern is beautiful in it's own way
Uncurling in the dark
Beautiful with no one there to see it
As the wound weeps and aches
(Now there's some sad things known to the man from the planet Marzipan)
Дайте тук да пишем каквото ни дойде на акъла като препоръки, нови, стари албуми, поздрави и т.н.
Препоръчайте ми нещо подходящо за това време!
Аз сега слушам една страхотна песен на Marillion - The Wound:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=stDnWmocZ54
Ето текста:
I've done everything that can be done to heal this wound
Left it on it's own for years
I've done everything that can be done to heal this wound
Left it on it's own for years
Couldn't touch it, didn't pick it, didn't get it wet
It didn't stop the bleeding
I bandaged it, I wrapped it, stitched it, tourniqueted it
I held it stiff and aching in the air
Held it there til I went beserk
Didn't sleep
It didn't work
Didn't stop it weeping
And the wound is your life
And your life took on a life of it's own
(Or so you foolishly thought)
And your life rolled on over me Bang-Bang like 56 train wheels
Every time I heard news of you
And the wound was in every lousy song on the radio
And the pain was like a tree-fern in the dark, damp, forgotten places
Darkness didn't stop her growing
New-born baby cells dividing..
Curled up tight unrolling day by day
Stretching up, stretching out
Forming the same identical shape
Clones. There aint too much sadder than
Clones - relentlessly emerging from the hairy heart of the wound
And the fern is beautiful in it's own way
Uncurling in the dark
Beautiful with no one there to see it
As the wound weeps and aches
(Now there's some sad things known to the man from the planet Marzipan)
Засега само запис, че много ми се спи ... 
Нe знам дали е подходящо за това време, но точно в момента ми се слуша 
И аз пробвах да се свържа с някои от тях, но явно има хора, за които това не е начин на живот. То и за мен вече не е, което е тъжно, но все пак аз срещна някой, който слуша мойта музика на улицата, ще падна просто. 
) 
