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Mar. 9th, 2005 03:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rmI've spent the day listening to a CD compiliation we were given by the show's producer/director. Mostly, it's bittersweet end of the world songs only appropriate for listening to in the dying quasi-cities of upstate New York. It makes me sad, and slow, but it's also really helped ease the panic of current situations down. Which is good. It's been a real high-pitched couple of days and weeks.
Also on the CD though is some _awful_ Hungarian or Romanian pop song (I can't remember), half translated into English, with terible lyrics, weird grammar and strange inflection and something that sounds a bit like yodelling. It's like watching Italian MTV in 1985, and I love everything about it.
Also on the CD though is some _awful_ Hungarian or Romanian pop song (I can't remember), half translated into English, with terible lyrics, weird grammar and strange inflection and something that sounds a bit like yodelling. It's like watching Italian MTV in 1985, and I love everything about it.
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Date: 2005-03-10 06:04 am (UTC)Hello hello, it's me Picasso. I sent you a beep and I am strong.
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You want to leave but you don't want to take me, don't want to take name, don't want to take me. Your face and the love from the linden trees. And I remember your eyes.