Sometimes you just want to relax with the Teletubbies…
https://my.mail.ru/list/dima_1978/video/_myvideo/8.html?related_deep=1
4 Likes
2 Likes
5 Likes
3 moods:
Vocal Trance
Best Vocal Trance 2015 - 4 hr mix
EPIC, esp. Two Steps From Hell / Thomas Bergersen
Two Steps From Hell - Star Sky
Best of Epic Music 2012 - 1 hr mix
Symphonic Rock - Within Temptation, Evanescence, Nightwish
Within Temptation - Frozen
Within Temptation - Lost
And sometimes, instrumental music:
Armin Van Buuren - In and Out of Love
Yann Tiersen - Comptine d’un autre ete
6 Likes
Zig and zig and zig, Death in cadence,
Striking a tomb with her heel,
Death at midnight plays a dance-tune
Zig and zig and zag, on her violin.
Zig et zig et zig, la mort en cadence
Frappant une tombe avec son talon,
La mort à minuit joue un air de danse,
Zig et zig et zag, sur son violon.
Le vent d’hiver souffle, et la nuit est sombre,
Des gémissements sortent des tilleuls;
Les squelettes blancs vont à travers l’ombre
Courant et sautant sous leurs grands linceuls,
Zig et zig et zig, chacun se trémousse,
On entend claquer les os des danseurs,
Un couple lascif s’asseoit sur la mousse
Comme pour goûter d’anciennes douceurs.
Zig et zig et zag, la mort continue
De racler sans fin son aigre instrument.
Un voile est tombé! La danseuse est nue!
Son danseur la serre amoureusement.
La dame est, dit-on, marquise ou baronne.
Et le vert galant un pauvre charron -
Horreur! Et voilà qu’elle s’abandonne
Comme si le rustre était un baron!
Zig et zig et zig, quelle sarabande!
Quels cercles de morts se donnant la main!
Zig et zig et zag, on voit dans la bande
Le roi gambader auprès du vilain!
Mais psit! tout à coup on quitte la ronde,
On se pousse, on fuit, le coq a chanté
Oh! La belle nuit pour le pauvre monde!
Et vive la mort et l’égalité!
5 Likes
Always reminds me of the Bourne films, sometimes the pen truly is mightier than the sword…
2 Likes
Bit of the classic boom bap. Feeling criminal minded today.
3 Likes
With creds to Bukowski…
Born like this, into this
As the chalk faces smile, as Mrs. Death laughs
As political landscapes dissolve
As the oily fish spit out their oily prey
We are born like this, into this
Into hospitals that are too expensive that it is cheaper to die
Into lawyers who charged so much that it is cheaper to plead guilty
Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes
Born into this, walking and living through this, dying because of this
Castrated, debauched, disinherited, because of this
The fingers reach toward an unresponsive God
The fingers reach for the bottle, the pill, the powder
We are born into this sorrowful deadliness
There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets
It will be guns and roving mobs
Land will be useless
Food will become a diminishing return
Nuclear power will be taken over by the many
Explosions will continually shape the earth
Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men
The rotting bodies of men and animals stink in the dark wind
And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard
Born out of that
The sun hidden there
Awaiting the next chapter
5 Likes
And now for some of that ol’ fly ■■■■.
The whole world is our private playground
To do what we wanna do
5 Likes
Music I use to start off the PvP playlist with.
When warping off with only 3% hull, end off with this:
7 Likes
2 Likes
5 Likes
5 Likes
3 Likes
More of Sundara Karma (Spotify Web Player)
3 Likes
Man thanks for this ill throwback.
Mad-villainous time as of now
5 Likes
2 Likes
3 Likes
Definitely an enjoyable game. The atmosphere is fantastic.
2 Likes