Archive for February, 2009
I had a dream last night
You were there
You held my hand so tight
I thought I’d just die
Do you remember?
When we use to have
So much fun
I used to cry sometimes
Those days are gone
Did you remember?
(Do you re…?)
I wanna go back to
Back to the days
When I needed
A little more fun
When I believed I
I believed I
Could fly so high
Through the clouds
Tear down these walls
If just for one day
Tear down these walls
I need you to stay
Stay.
Turning back time to
Times we made love
All day,
Under the sun
When I believed I
I believed I
Could fly so high
Through the clouds
Tear down these walls
If just for one day
Tear down these walls
I need you to stay
Stay.
Posted on 26 February '09 by Blagomir, under Lyrics. 1 Comment.
От днес и аз вече си имам бутонче за Svejo.net
Надявам се ако ви хареса някой от постовете ми да използвате бутончето за да го прочетат и други хора 
Posted on 22 February '09 by Blagomir, under Fun. No Comments.
“Без да мислиш! Само гледай! Изживей свободното си време! И никога не се ядосвай! Нищо не е по-важно от теб!”
Видях това, в един блог и ме накара да се замисля… Може би звучи малко егоистично, но всъщност понякога човек трябва да е егоист за да може да си почива ползотворно и да “изживява свободното си време”
P.S. Това ми напомня на един надпис от онези керамичните “свитъци”, който продават във всеки магазин за сувенири: “Да се ядосвам, означава да наказвам себе си за грешките на другите”.
Posted on 22 February '09 by Blagomir, under Нещата от живота. No Comments.
As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said “stand and deliver or the devil he may take you”
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money, yeah, and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she loved me, no, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she tricked me easy
In the rain, you might do, you might die, yeah-yeah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o
Being drunk and weary I went to Molly’s chamber
Taking Molly with me, but I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven, yeah, in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels, yeah
In the rain, you might do, you might die, yeah-yeah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o
Now some men like the fishing and some men like the fowling
And some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roaring
Me I like sleeping, especially in my Molly’s chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah
In the rain, you might do, you might die, yeah-yeah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o, yeah
Whiskey in the jar-o, yeah
In the rain, you might do, you might die
In the rain, you might do, you might die, hey
In the rain, you might do, you might die
In the rain, you might do, you might die, yeah
Posted on 12 February '09 by Blagomir, under Lyrics. No Comments.
…дам… най-накрая реших да си седна на задника и да започна да си пиша нещо, което отлагам близо 4 месеца. А именно - малка системка за финанси следяща текущото състояние на банковите ми сметки, приходи, разходи, краткосрочни предположения с колко ще изкарам месеца, колко ще похарча и за какво 