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À propos de moi

“I definitely don’t run around with a stoner-rock flag, but at the same time I like rock music and I like to smoke pot. To me stoner rock is just non-commercial rock that pulls from every great era, whether it’s ’60s, ’70s, ’80s, ’90s—whatever. And as far as the stoner element, I mean, yeah, it’s always cool to smoke pot.” Brant Bjork

"кто не любить стонерок - сволочи и суки! это музыка любви! и музыка науки!" Anton Ivanov(с)

"Malignant: тот же самый рифф, в очередной раз, но сыгранный немного по иному
panopticon: корокто о думе вцелом"

Барабан был дрянь, барабанщик - пьянь.
Danny Boy

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer’s gone, and all the leaves are falling
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow
Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow
'Tis I’ll be there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
And when ye come, and all the flow’rs are dying
If I am dead, as dead I well may be
Ye’ll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an «Ave» there for me.
And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And oh, my grave shall warmer, sweeter be
For ye will bend and tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.