Wednesday, June 07, 2006

On Up (4 Non Blondes)

Language: Russian

This song is going to miss some people, I'm pretty sure. It was one of those deals where either you were listening to a lot of pop music at the right historical moment, or you weren't. But if you need your memory jogged, there's a (highly recommended) performance (not exactly by the original performers, it should be said) here.

-Jessi

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Twenty-five years, and my life still
attempts to get up that large, large hill of hope
for the designation.
AND I WAS CARRIED OUT RAPIDLY WHEN I KNEW IT:
PEACE WAS MADE UP BY THIS BROTHERHOOD OF MAN
FOR THE MIDDLE-CLASS.
And so I cry sometimes
when I lie in bed,
in order to get everyone away from
my head,
and I feel a little specific.
Therefore, I spill in the morning,
and I step outwardly,
and I assume deep respiration,
and I get real high
and scream over my lungs, "Go further?"

And I say,
hey hey hey hey, said
hey, is it further to me?

Ooh, ooh, ooh,
and I attempt, oh my God I do (He judges with me);
I attempt it every time I'm in these institutions.
And you will pray to me, oh God,
to mole me, to mole each day,
for the turn.
Therefore I weep sometimes
when I'm lying in the bed,
in order to get everyone away from
my head,
and to me it does feel a little specific.
Therefore I spill it in the morning,
and I step outwardly,
and I assume deep respiration,
and I get real high
and scream over my lungs, "Go on?"

And I say,
hey hey hey hey, said
hey, is it further than I am?

Twenty five years, and my life still
attempts to get up that large large hill of hope,
for the designation.

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