Rainbows in the sun (or let's share random pictures we like 3)

I'm feelin' rough

I'm feelin' raw

I'm in the prime of my life.

Let's make some music make some money
find some models for wives.

This is our decision to live fast and die young.

We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.

Yeah it's overwhelming,

but what else can we do?

Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?

Forget about our mothers and our friends.

We're fated to pretend.

I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals
and digging up worms.

I'll miss the comfort of my mother
and the weight of the world.

I'll miss my sister, miss my father,

miss my dog and my home.

Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom

and the time spent alone.

But there is really nothing,

nothing we can do.

Love must be forgotten.

Life can always start up anew.

The models will have children, we'll get a divorce,

we'll find some more models.

Everything must run its course.

Small edible colorful circles (or let's share random pictures we like 2)

Take your protein pills and put your helmet on

Ground control to major Tom

Commencing countdown, engines on

Check ignition and may gods love be with you

This is ground control to major Tom, you've really made the grade

And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear

Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare

This is major Tom to ground control, I'm stepping through the door

And I'm floating in a most peculiar way

And the stars look very different today

Here am I sitting in a tin can far above the world

Planet Earth is blue and there's nothing I can do

Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles, I'm feeling very still

And I think my spaceship knows which way to go

Tell my wife I love her very much, she knows

Ground control to major Tom, your circuits dead, there's something wrong....

Here am I sitting in my tin can far above the Moon
Planet Earth is blue and there's nothing I can do

Drunk Carrot Top (or let's share random pictures we like 1)

Loved up, Doved up, hung around, stoned in a lonely town

Shaking their meat to the beat,

High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine


Shaking their bits to the hits,


Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones.


You don't think about it, You don't do without it,


Because you're beautiful,


And if your baby's going crazy


That's how you made me,


Oh here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones...

The Time Traveler's Daughter

Carry me Caravan, take me away

Take me to Portugal, take me to Spain

Andalusia with fields full of grain

I have to see you again and again

Yes, I know you can.