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 Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 2:47 pm
miyakoangel hvis du kan lese denne teksten, trenger du ikke briller.Nightguard: "hey dumb dumb" Dumb dumb: "me not dumb dumb, you dumb dumb" - "I want gum gum" Nightguard: "heres your gum gum" Dumb dumb: "Now you better run run"
Dumb-Dumb: Moi ne stupide-stupide pas! Tu es stupide-stupide! Je veux le chewing gum, le chewing-gum
Nightguard: Il y a ton chewing-gum, chweing-gum
Dumb-Dumb: Maintenant cours! cours!I don't want to crossover
Between this genre, that genre
Between you and I is where
I wanna crossover, cross the line
I just wanna go further
Between here and there grow wiser
Together you and I--we can
Cross all borders, you and I
Only, only you can make me...
Crossover Interlude
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 5:18 pm
Ik wil niet overkruisen
Tussen dit genre, dat genre
Tussen jou en mij is waar
Ik wil over de lijn kruisen
Ik wil slechts verder gaan
Tussen hier en daar, wijzer groeien
Samen jij en ik--wij kunnen
Alle grenzen kruisen, jij en ik
Jij, jij alleen kan mij makken...
Overkruising Onderbreking
You think YOU'VE got it bad? Try living with an irrational gorilla that goes on an emotional rampage every time you try to teach it math.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 10:25 pm
Du denkst es geht DIR schlecht? Versuche zu mit einem unvernuenftigen gorilla wer geht fuer ein emotionales Toben jeden zeit wann versuchst du es Mathe lehren.
I sing as a frog, I dance as though in status epilepticus, I work like a sloth, and I can't pay the rent.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 11:02 pm
かえるのように歌うし、癲癇持ちみたい踊るし、樹懶のように働くし、家賃が払えない。
(kaeru no you ni utaushi, tenkyoumochi mitai odorushi, namakemono no you ni hatarakushi, yachin ga haraenai.)
(If anyone would have translated this differently, please let me know. :3)
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You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
You make me happy when skies are gray.
You'll never know, dear, how much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 11:56 am
Du bist mein Sonnenschein, mein einziger Sonnenschein.
Du machst mir froh wann Himmel ist grau.
Du wirst nie wissen, wie viel ich liebe dich.
Bitte nimm' meinen Sonnenschein nicht weg.
(corrections appreciated)
I fall to the ground within hours of impact.
I hit back when hit and attack when attacked.
I am an accident waiting to happen.
I am laughing like mad while you take the capitain.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 8:41 pm
Ich falle zum Grund innerhalb Stunden des Schlags.
Ich vergelte wenn ich geschlagen werde und greife an wenn ich angegriffen werde.
Ich bin ein Unfall, der zu geschehen wartet.
Ich lache wahnsinnig, während du den Kapitän nimmst.
Josh: I can't see!
Me: Put on your glasses.
Josh: Where are my shoes!?
Me: They're on your feet.
Josh: How'd all this skin get on me?
Me: Okay, Josh, that's enough drugs for one lifetime.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 10:28 pm
Josh: Ich kann nicht sehen!
Mich: Stecke deine Augenbrille an.
Josh: Wo sind meine Schuehe?!
Mich: Sie sind an deine Fuessen.
Josh: Wie bekamm alle diese Haut mich an?
Mich: Okay, Josh, Du hast fuer eine leben genug Drogen gehabt.
Waterloo, Promise to love you forever more.
Waterloo, couldn't escape if I wanted to.
Waterloo, knowing my fate is to be with you.
Waterloo, finally facing my waterloo.
Yes, Abba. Fear the disco! I think I can kiss any credibility I ever had buh-bye.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 9:11 am
Waterloo, verspreche dich für immer zu lieben
Waterloo, könnte nicht fliehen auch wenn ich wollte
Waterloo, weiss das mein Schicksal ist mit dir zu sein
Waterloo, endlich meinem Waterloo gegenüber
Ja, Abba. Fürchte die disco! Ich glaube ich kann jede Glaubwürdichkeit die ich je hatte ade küssen.
Of a broken rib she died she did, she died of a broken rib, she did.
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 2:18 pm
Not sure if this works...
Von einer gebrochener Rippe sie sterbte, sie tat. Sie sterbte von einer gebrochener Rippe, sie tat.
Little Joe labors for minimum wage,
Tries to go through another dead beat day.
At five o'clock he comes home to change.
It takes so many hours just to rearrange.
And he works his body, just to be somebody
There's a woman in the mirror looking like a dream.
And he works his body, and he feels somebody,
And the working boy becomes a dancing queen.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 10:28 pm
Josito trabaja para un salario mínimo
Trata de ir por otro día de vago.
A las cinco él vuelve a casa para cambiar.
Francamente hace tantas horas para volver a arreglar.
Y él trabaja con el cuerpo, simplemente para ser alguién.
La mujer en el espejo se ve como un sueño.
Y él trabaja con el cuerpo, y se siente a alguién,
Y el trabajador llega a ser una reina del baile.
The roof! The roof! the roof is on fire!
We don't need no water, let the motherf*cker burn! Burn, motherf*cker, burn!!!!!
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 9:23 pm
Das Dach! Das Dach! Das Dach ist in Flammen!
Wir brauchen kein Wasser, lass den Mutterficker brennen! Brenne, Mutterficker, brenne!
Sunday, Monday, happy days
Tuesday, Wednesday, happy days
Thursday, Friday, happy days
The weekend comes, my 'cycle hums
Ready to race to you!
(Just the fact that I can remember watching that as an infant makes me feel old xp )
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 6:26 am
Hawk_McKrakken Das Dach! Das Dach! Das Dach ist in Flammen! Wir brauchen kein Wasser, lass den Mutterficker brennen! Brenne, Mutterficker, brenne! Sunday, Monday, happy days Tuesday, Wednesday, happy days Thursday, Friday, happy days The weekend comes, my 'cycle hums Ready to race to you! (Just the fact that I can remember watching that as an infant makes me feel old xp ) Søndag, mandag, god dagene tirsdag, onsdag, god dagene torsdag, fredag, god dagene Weekenden kommer, motosykkel min hummer "Ready" å rase til deg! So i'm alone again , racing my clock to get home again and you're likeable, controlable and memorable all at once...and i'm scared.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 1:52 pm
So wieder bin ich allein, rasen mein Uhr nach hause zu kommen. Und du bist liebenswuerdig, lenkbar, denkswuerdig bei ein mal. Und ich habe angst.
Can't trust a soul, secret messenger
Just the rules that lie like circuits in your brain
And a cool .45. The wind is ice and foreign air tastes strange
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 6:15 pm
Kan niet een ziel vertrouwen, geheime bode
Slechts de regels die liggen als kringlopen in je brein
En een cool .45. De wind is ijs en de buitenlandse lucht proeft vreemd
Me: You know, Josh is such an egg... he's a white guy on the outside, but an Asian on the inside...
Slippy: That's not being very nice to Asians, you know, comparing them with the color yellow and all...
Me: Neither is the way you call my half-black/half-white cousin a Hostess CupCake.
Slippy: ... Shut up, you caramel sundae.
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