Posts Tagged ‘eminem’

Doing stuff

Posted: August 9, 2010 in Muzica
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Careva sa imi inmaneze un mop.. A fost o surpriza placuta sa vad ca dl Dominic Monaghan a fost ales sa apara in videoclipul lui Eminem.. Acum pot sa balosesc monitorul dublu pt ca am o fixatie cu ambii domni din acest videoclip..

Eminem feat Rihanna – Love the way you lie

Uf..

Ma reintorc la facut fimo cu aia mica.. acum ca e din nou pe val, vrea cineva cercei cu Eminem? :)))) a?

Am revazut rezultatele la sondajul meu minunat „De ce imi citesti blogul?” si trebe sa recunosc ca ma simt mandra ca nimeni nu ma citeste din obligatie. Am avut si raspunsuri dragute <<pt k imi place si de multe ori „ma regasesc printre randurile tale” – lame dar true>> sau <<Because I’m awesome and I only read other awesome ppl’s blogs :))>>.. sa inteleg ca fanu meu no 1 e Barney :D. restu mi-l cititi ca sunt mai varza ca voi. eu nu pot sa citesc chestii care sunt mai varza ca mine doar pt orgoliu propriu, sa stiu ca pot fi mai buna decat cei praf.

Nu aberez pt impresie artistica, pt tehnica sau trafic. Degetele imi aluneca pe taste doar la „program liber” , doar pt ca imi place sa fac ce ma taie tertecuta si pt a ma delecta in viitor cu chestii de care imi aduc aminte doar cand privirea imi va fi focusata pe primele pagini scrise. Consider ca nu pot face bani din ceva ce fac din placere, pt ca poate mie imi place sa stau pe banca in parc, sa citesc sau sa imi balangan capul pe ritmurile lui eminem la mp3.. si din cate stiu nimeni nu plateste pt asa ceva. cel putin inca nu am descoperit eu persoana care sa ofere remuneratie in schimbul statului si privitului dupa vrabiute care se bat in tarana sau copii care se imping sa fie ei primii care se dau in leagan sau batranei care povestesc vreo maretie de-a stirilor de la ora 5 altor batranei. Nimeni nu plateste sa vezi cum trece viata prin fata ochilor tai, cum se schimba vremurile, anotimpurile, bancile din parc la fiecare mandat pt a fi votat un alt primar. Si daca totusi ar plati careva pt asa ceva si jumate din populatia s-ar gasi in parcuri, tot ar tb sa faci ceva iesit din comun ca sa te diferentiezi pt a-ti putea pastra „locul de munca”. So i need a spark. nu imi place sa stau in parc, pt ca ziua sunt prea multe muste, iar seara tantari in sir indian aliniati pt venele/capilarele oamenilor.

Pana atunci, ii multumesc lu Watzap pt albumu „Relapse” si imi pun castile in urechi, dau la maxim, inchid ochii and i picture myself at eminem’s concert, front row.

Eminem – Crack a bottle

„I’m the napalm the bomb the don i’m King Kong”

Eminem – Beautiful

Lately I’ve been hard to reach
I’ve been too long on my own
Everybody has a private world
Where they can be alone
Are you calling me, are you trying to get through
Are you reaching out for me, I’m reaching out for you

I’m just so fuckin’ depressed
I just can seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump
But I need something to pull me out this dump
I took my bruises, took my lumps
Fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up
In order for me to pick that mic back up
I don’t know how I pry away
And I ended up in this position I’m in
I starting to feel distant again
So I decided just to pick this pen
Up and tried to make an attempt to vent
But I just can’t admit
Or come to grips, with the fact that
I may be done with rap
I need a new outlet
I know some shits so hard to swallow
And I just can’t sit back and wallow
In my own sorrow
But I know one fact
I’ll be one tough act to follow
One tough act to follow
One tough act to follow
One tough act to follow
Here today, gone tomorrow
But you have to walk a thousand miles

Chorus
In my shoes, just to see
What it’s like, to be me
I’ll be you, let’s trade shoes
Just to see what I’d be like to

Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other’s mind
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other’s eyes

But don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautiful woah
They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you sO
Don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautiful woah
They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you

I think I’m starting to lose my sense of humor
Everything is so tense and gloom
I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature in the room
Just as soon as I walk in
It’s like all eyes on me
So I try to avoid any eye contact
Cause if I do that then it opens a door to conversation
Like I want that…
I’m not looking for extra attention
I just want to be just like you
Blend in with the rest of the room
Maybe just point me to the closest restroom
I don’t need fucking man servant
Tryin to follow me around, and wipe my ass
Laugh at every single joke I crack
And half of them ain’t even funny like
Ahh Marshall, you’re so funny man, you should be a comedian, god damn
Unfortunately I am, but I just hide behind the tears of a clown
So why don’t you all sit down
Listen to the tale I’m about to tell
Hell, we don’t have to trade our shoes
And you don’t have to walk no thousand miles

Chorus
In my shoes, just to see
What it’s like, to be me
All be you, let’s trade shoes
Just to see what I’d be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other’s mind
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other’s eyes

But don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautiful woah
They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you so
Don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautiful woah
They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you

Nobody asked for life to deal us
With these bullshit hands they’ve delt
We have to take these cards ourselves
And flip them, don’t expect no help
Now I could have either just
Sat on my ass and pissed and moaned
But take this situation in which I’m placed in
And get up and get my own
I was never the type of kid
To wait but I know to unpack his bags
Never sat on the porch and hoped and prayed
For a dad to show up who never did
I just wanted to fit in
Every single place
Every school I went
I dreamed of being that cool kid
Even if it meant acting stupid
Aunt Edna always told me
Keep making that face till it gets stuck like that
Meanwhile I’m just standing there
Holding my tongue up trying to talk like this
Till I stuck my tongue on the frozen stop sign poll at 8 years old
I learned my lesson and cause I wasn’t tryin to impress my friends no more
But I already told you my whole life story
Not just based on my description
Cause where you see it from where you’re sitting
Is probably 110% different
I guess we would have to walk a mile
In each other’s shoes, at least
What size you where?
I wear tens
Let’s see if you can fit your feet

Chorus
In my shoes, just to see
What it’s like, to be me
All be you, let’s trade shoes
Just to see what I’d be like to

Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other’s mind
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other’s eyes

But don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautiful woah
They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you so
Don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautiful woah

They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you
Lately I’ve been hard to reach
I’ve been too long on my own
Everybody has a private world
Where they can be alone…
Are you calling me, are you trying to get through woah
Are you reaching out for me, I’m reaching out for you so

Yea… To my babies. Stay strong. Daddy will be home soon
And to the rest of the world, god gave you the shoes
That fit you, so put em on and wear em
And be yourself man, be proud of who you are
Even if it sounds corny,
Don’t ever let no one tell you, you ain’t beautiful

the best of best

Posted: Aprilie 7, 2009 in Muzica
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incep prin a ii multumi lu watzap pt ca mi-a impartasit ultima melodie / cea mai noua a lu eminem.. well, da .. se cunoaste, sunt in love cu eminem, sunt topita dupa el si il ador, il iubesc.. am o slabiciune pt el. chiar daca altii spun ca face numa melodii slabe si ca nu reprezinta adevaratu „rap” i do not care.. e genial!

si acesta este noul lui videoclip si noua lui melodiuta :

Eminem – We made you

Baby you know, you know you want me too
Don’t try to deny it, baby i’m the one – for you! :X