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put her life in the hands of a rock'n'roll band.
вот это, пожалуй, самое что называется 'ебануться'.
ты зачем-то мне снишься, снишься, снишься, снишься.
я ищу тебя, ищу, ищу.

и эпизод про голландцев в мексике, и джон терри в детском бассейне,
и я спасаю тебя от демонов-карликов, и ты тааааакоооое мне говоришь,
делаешь, и даже так, что все это неприлично. и просто ну вот...

снишься, ищу тебя.

не задумываясь о последствиях.

ебануться, правда.

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put her life in the hands of a rock'n'roll band.
oh when the sunshine beckons to you
and your wings begin to unfold
the thoughts you bring and the songs you sing
are gonna keep me from the cold

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put her life in the hands of a rock'n'roll band.
пришел САМ пообщаться с самыми отъявленными головорезамии среди фанатов *.
ПОБЛАГОДАРИТЬ ИХ за поддержку.
через час после игры - не к клуб, не к маме, жене, детям, шлюхам, а к хулиганам!!!

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put her life in the hands of a rock'n'roll band.
ээйййй, что случилось !?!
я не верю своим ушам!
это просто невозможно - я улыбаюсь, потому что ты звонишь!

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put her life in the hands of a rock'n'roll band.
ну я прямо как бог -
как быстро отдам, так же быстро и отниму.


put her life in the hands of a rock'n'roll band.
почему же так редко
моя рука в твоей.

держи меня крепче.


put her life in the hands of a rock'n'roll band.
обычно, когда врешь себе, говоришь: нет, нет, я не люблю тебя, не люблю.
то рано или поздно это действительно становится так.

черт, как же жаль, что это все в обратном порядке не работает.


put her life in the hands of a rock'n'roll band.
кажется настало время выбросить все свои игрушки.
а особенно кукол.

да нет же, не кажется.
точно совершенно.


put her life in the hands of a rock'n'roll band.
но почему же американцы думают, что избирают ПРЕЗИДЕНТА МИРА, а??

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Tales From The Middle Of Nowhere

put her life in the hands of a rock'n'roll band.

That hotel in Calgary was like something out of that film, “The Shining”: massive and virtually empty. There was ANOTHER wedding party going on! It must be that time of year. The gig tonight is at a place called the Saddledrome. It’s a fuckin’ rodeo arena and it’s shaped like a saddle (hence the name!) Ryan Adams has really surprised everyone so far. Didn’t think he’d be this good. Our show was brilliant. Everything is beginning to click now. Again there were a lot of people for a warm up. 13,000! Great crowd though. No undies onstage this time but good crack all the same. This gig in Calgary will go down in history as the first ever Oasis gig where there was NO ONE on the guest list!

In the dressing room the traditional debate has started about “The Top 10”. This means the top 10 bands of all time. No solo artists allowed. No female artists allowed. No collectives allowed (Public Enemy etc.) This is the 1,000th time we’ve been here with this. It never gets any less interesting for me. For the record, THE DEFINITIVE top 10 is this..

1. The Beatles
2. The Rolling Stones
3. The Who
4. The Sex Pistols
5. The Kinks
6. The La’s
7. Pink Floyd
8. The Bee Gees
9. The Specials
10. Peter Green’s Fleetwood Mac

End of.

Someone’s forgotten to bring the Laurel & Hardy box-set for the bus. We have to make do with watching “The Rutles 2”! It’s shit, by the way.

Tonight is a 17 hour drive to Winnipeg, the birthplace of Neil Young. My liver is shitting itself! Wish me luck.

In a bit.

General Dread


Woke up to a beautiful sunny day today in Edmonton. Didn’t get nearly enough kip though. This jet-lag’s a fucker. There seems to be a wedding party milling around the bar in the hotel so a couple of us jib outside to the terrace for tea and cigarettes. We’re discussing another player (who we’ve never heard of) who’s just signed for City (he’s an Argentinian. I predict fireworks!) Some old lady approaches us to ask if we’d mind doing a “quick picture” with the bride and groom! “Erm..no, I don’t think so” (who do they think we are? Robbie Williams?) “Oh, go on, the bride will be heartbroken”. “Good”, I think to myself and off we go to the venue.

Ryan Adams was good tonight. Even Liam’s having him and he hates everything! Our gig was great. Just wish I was in better shape to enjoy it. Still a bit fucked from the other nights session on the bus. We left immediately after the gig. It’s what’s commonly known as “doing the Elvis”. Andy and his iPod are shuffling on the bus. It’s all good. Jimi Hendrix’s “Spanish Castle Magic” and Hawkwind’s “Silver Machine” are the highlights for me. I even turn a blind ear to some Beach Boys tune or other (told you I wasn’t feeling myself!)

No sign of the miracle I’m supposed to witness soon. Saying that, someone did throw their bra onstage tonight! Or could it be that we’ve just seen the 1st English paper since we left home. Apparently Margaret Thatcher’s got dementia! The lord moves in mysterious ways, eh?

In a bit.

General Dread.


Day off today. Not much to do in Edmonton. They have the largest shopping mall in the western hemisphere though!! It’s that big it has a fuckin’ fake lake in it and a half sunken pirate ship!! Manage to catch that Barrack Obama’s speech to the Democratic rally. Impressive stuff. Spellbinding in fact. Wish he was one of ours. Why do Americans believe they’re electing the president of THE WORLD though?

Me and Sharrock head out for a Chinese (any day that starts with fish and chips for breakfast and ends with a Chinese for tea is a glorious day!) The thing inside my fortune cookie has these numbers on the back 9, 24, 31, 35, 38 and 49 (you can have them) and this cryptic message on the front: ‘YOU WILL SOON WITNESS A MIRACLE” We’ll see, eh?

In a bit.

General Dread.


I really shouldn’t moan but the venue in Vancouver holds 12,000 people! TWELVE THOUSAND!! I mean, if these are warm up shows then God only knows what kind of gigs we’ll be doing when the album comes out. Mind you, it makes for a great atmosphere. The gig itself? We smashed it. The crowd were fuckin’ amazing. We salute you Vancouver. There seems to be a problem with the rider; too much shit red wine and not enough vodka. This will not stand! We’re all on the bus tonight. 18 hours to Edmonton! EIGHTEEN HOURS!!! Now THAT is gonna involve some boozing. I’m proud to say there were still a couple of us going at it with vodka and Neu (70’s german rock) at 9.00am!! NOW THAT’S A DRINK.

Wake up at 4.00.pm. Feel horrific. We are literally driving across the middle of nowhere. Pull over at a truck stop for a belated breakfast. The gaff seems to be manned solely by 13 year old girls in identical black uniforms and sporting enormous smiles. It’s like we’ve stumbled into a Stephen King novel. Creepy. We order breakfast. What did I have you ask? Well, I had what any English gentleman worth his salt would have..fish and chips! Turns out we haven’t been lured to our death by the teenage waitresses. They’re on their school holidays. AND THEY CHOOSE TO WORK? Kids today, eh?

Back on the bus I notice I’ve got 26 messages on my phone. That usually means some famous person or other has got upset with my turn of phrase in an interview or something and my manager’s going ape-shit. Turns out it’s great news. SWP* has signed for Man City. What a coup! We might actually win something this time. The boys are up the front of the bus watching that film ‘Grizzly Man’. Think I’m gonna hang back here and watch the world go by. FEELING like a grizzly man.

In a bit.

General Dread.

* SWP: Shaun Wright Phillips


So we arrive at the sound-check for the gig in Seattle and Jesus, you want to see this place! It’s supposed to be a warm up, it’s massive! The sound-check’s a bit shit really. Sounds like we’ve not played for 10 days (which we haven’t). The dressing room’s a joke. It looks like the inside of a big brother house. White fake leather sofas you can’t actually sit on as much as slouch about 4 inches off the floor AND a little Buddha surrounded by little fake flowers in a little fake fountain that makes you just want to go for a little fake piss. LUDICROUS! Someone’s taking this 60’s thing too far. Who do they think we used to be? Kula Shaker? Meet Matt Costa backstage (he’s a singer/songwriter!) He’s opening the show on this leg of the tour. And Ryan Adams, who’s wearing VERY stripy socks.

Me and Gem are nominated by our fellow housemates to do ANOTHER interview which turns out to be quite serious for a change. Does kind of make me feel like I’m in Radiohead though.

It gets to that weird time of the day where no one’s sure what to do with themselves. Most have gone for dinner (I don’t do dinner before a show; there’s something not quite right about playing rock’n’roll music on a full stomach), I’m going outside for a smoke. Run into a few fans who ask THE most annoying question – “can we get a quick picture?” (“Erm..dunno CAN you?”). They try emotional blackmail by informing me that they’ve come “all the way from St. Louis" (wherever that is). I tell them that that matters not a jot as I’ve come all the way from England, which is (as everyone knows) FUCKIN’MILES AWAY!! Matt Costa gets up and sings some songs that he wrote all by himself, two of which are pretty good. Ryan gets up and also sings some songs he wrote by himself but he plays them with his band The Cardinals. It’s really good (just my opinion!). As for us? We were ok. Alright. Not bad. I know we’ve done better gigs and I’m sure we’ll do worse.

Off to Canada tonight. Vancouver to be exact. 4 hours door to door it is. Not enough time to get really pissed. Never mind, it’s early days. There’s plenty of time for that. And yes, my missing bag did eventually turn up (thanks for asking).

In a bit.

General Dread.


Hiya kid.

So...I'm leaving home in London yesterday. Literally putting my bags in the car and this lad comes up to me.. "Can I get a quick picture?" he asks. "Dunno..CAN you?" says I. Anyway while his mate is taking a reasonably quick snap he informs me that he was one of the lucky ones to get tickets for our tour in October. "I hope you're not putting any of 'em on e-bay?" "No chance, mate" he says "I'm going with my granddad ..he fuckin' loves you lot!" JESUS CHRIST!!! I ask him how old his granddad is in the vain hope he might be freakishly young...like. say..50? "65" he says. "He's been into you lot since '94!!"

At Heathrow airport the righteous people of B.A. have upgraded everyone to 1st class except for tour dj Phil Smith who has been mysteriously downgraded to "premium economy" (whatever that is). Halfway through the flight I'm interrupted by one of the cabin crew who's laughing nervously saying, "Mr. Gallagher your brother seems to have collapsed in the aisle!" (YES! AT LAST!!!) And sure enough....there he is, face down in the aisle unconscious. "Shall I wake him?" asks the attendant. "Nah, leave him there..he's only looking for attention!" Somewhat predictably U.S. immigration nearly takes as long as the flight. I think the sight of a true, real life evil genius has the young officer flustered. No major drama though except one of my bags hasn't made it. THE BASTARD. Please don't let me suffer the indignity of shopping for undies on the morning of the gig the person who serves me is bound to be a fan! Seattle seems to have changed though (and for the better, I might add) since the last time we were here (whenever that was). Had a quick skip down the venue to check what the wizards have done with the lights for this tour. It looks pretty good, I must say. Fuck knows how we manage to afford all this stuff. Pink Floyd eat your heart out! Anyway gotta fly, I have an excruciatingly pointless interview to do…'til next time.

In a bit.

General Dread

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put her life in the hands of a rock'n'roll band.
я пока еще не осознала что со мной произойдет, если ты уедешь туда без меня.

даже думать не хочу!


put her life in the hands of a rock'n'roll band.
ты будешь как немеееец!
смотри, загорела и блондинкааааааааааа.

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put her life in the hands of a rock'n'roll band.
понравился девочке мальчик.
ну и что.
плохо девочке без мальчика.
ну и что.
он так рядом, но она никогда его больше не увидит.
ну и что.
девочка не может слышать его имя.
ну и что.
девочке больно из-за всего, что ей напоминает о мальчике.
ну и что.
девочка смотрит на фотографии с его синяками на шее.
ну и что.

зато у девочки настоящий белый хилфигер не за 40 баксов, бритый затылок,
его запись из двух слов в ее дневнике, увядающие розы
и не менее настоящие, черт возьми, слезы.

блять, идиотка, ты никогда его больше не увидишь!

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put her life in the hands of a rock'n'roll band.
была бы честь, а мясо наростет.

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put her life in the hands of a rock'n'roll band.
все повторяется.
но не повториться.


мне не хотелось. дома.

put her life in the hands of a rock'n'roll band.
и вот что я теперь должна делать?
куда сохранять твои смс -
папочка lolz
папочка соплислюни

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на завтра.

put her life in the hands of a rock'n'roll band.
это все не игрушки, блять!

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put her life in the hands of a rock'n'roll band.
а точнее


put her life in the hands of a rock'n'roll band.



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put her life in the hands of a rock'n'roll band.
нет уж, никогда не впишу эту убогую фамилию в заголовок.
итак, что пишет нам дмитрий 'гондон' сычев:

28 апреля
а настроенице поганенькое....

26 апреля
чё та на велике охота покататься

25 апреля
вареная сгущёнка ваще отпад!

23 апреля
эврика! плюс заработал! как нельзя вовремя. щас в ларек метнусь и к экрану, наблюдать красивый футбол.
а вчера очень уж осторожный был футбол, наверно такой нервный напряг был, что все боялись ошибиться и
тем не менее просто крэйзи концовка была. риисе жалко. главное чтобы не сломался. ноу камп чудесен!
комментирует маслаченко...надеюсь будет весело! поехали.

16 апреля
про рекламу мою.... неплохо вроде получилось. на самом деле она несет немного другую смысловую нагрузку...
помните начало ролика...харлей...косуха...РОК ЖИВ!!!

15 ноября
не подскажете, где можно муззон бесплатно скачать, кроме зайцев.....заранее благодарю

орфография и прочая хуета автора (аффтара?) сохранена.

это вам бля не интеллектуальные труда игоря 'конявава' акинфеева.

ха. смешной какой.
эх шутник, блять.

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