идея украдена у Мильвы. Цель: ответить на вопросы строчками из песен любимой группы,исполнителя/исполнительницы. В моем случае это Патти.
немного исправила, но не суть. Вот оно.
1. Ваш пол:
Moooooove! Ask the angels who they're calling,
Go ask the angels if they're calling to thee
Ask the angels while they're falling
Who that person could possibly be
2. Опишите себя:
Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine
Meltin' in a pot of thieves
Wild card up my sleeve
Thick heart of stone
My sins my own
They belong to me, me
People say "beware!"
But I don't care
The words are just
Rules and regulations to me, me
3. Как вы относитесь к себе:
I am the sword, the wound, the stain.
Scorned transfigured child of Cain.
4. Опишите вашего бывшего парня/девушку:
We explore the men's room.
We don't give a shit.
Ladies' lost electricity;
take vows inside of it.
Desire to dance;
Too startled to try.
Wrap my legs 'round you,
starting to fly.
5. Опишите вашего теперешнего парня/девушку:
Because tonight there are two lovers
If we believe in the night we trust
Because tonight there are two lovers ...
6. Опишите, где вы хотите быть:
I let my eyes rise to the big tower clock
And I heard those bells chimin' in my heart
Going ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong.
Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong
7. Опишите любовь:
"It's me, it's me,
I'll give you my eyes, take me up, oh now please take me up,
I'm helium raven waitin' for you, please take me up,
Don't let me here.
We do not eat flower of creation.
We do not eat, eat anything at all.
Love is, love was, love is a manifestation.
I'm waiting for a contact to call.
Love's war. Love's cruel.
Love's pretty, love's pretty cruel tonight.
I'm waiting here to refuel.
I'm gonna make contact tonight.
Love in my heart.
The night to exploit.
9.Ваше отношение к жизни:
I was lost in a valley of pleasure.
I was lost in the infinite sea.
I was lost, and measure for measure,
love spewed from the heart of me.
I was lost, and the cost,
and the cost didn't matter to me.
I was lost, and the cost was to be outside society.
Jimi Hendrix was a nigger.
Jesus Christ and Grandma, too.
Jackson Pollock was a nigger.
Nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger,
nigger, nigger, nigger.