"TV taught me how to feel, now real life has no appeal"
Marina era genial describiendo los orígenes de su sufrimiento. Ella en Oh no!, Lily Allen en The Fear, Gaga en Paparazzi...
Life's about film stars and less about mothers
It's all about fast cars and cussing each other But it doesn't matter 'cause I'm packing plastic And that's what makes my life so fuckin' fantastic
And I am a weapon of massive consumption And it's not my fault, it's how I'm programmed to function
I'll look at the sun and I'll look in the mirror
I'm on the right track, yeah, I'm on to a winner
En 2023 se redescubren Barbie y la Bomba Atómica y los y las menores de edad pueden volver a trabajar sin consentimiento paterno. Todo un avance.
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"TV taught me how to feel, now real life has no appeal"
Marina era genial describiendo los orígenes de su sufrimiento. Ella en Oh no!, Lily Allen en The Fear, Gaga en Paparazzi...
En 2008 Lily Allen:
Life's about film stars and less about mothers
It's all about fast cars and cussing each other
But it doesn't matter 'cause I'm packing plastic
And that's what makes my life so fuckin' fantastic
And I am a weapon of massive consumption
And it's not my fault, it's how I'm programmed to function
I'll look at the sun and I'll look in the mirror
I'm on the right track, yeah, I'm on to a winner
En 2023 se redescubren Barbie y la Bomba Atómica y los y las menores de edad pueden volver a trabajar sin consentimiento paterno. Todo un avance.
Peak Marina? Peak Marina
Y esta versión sigue matándome.
O Buy a star.
Sus mejores temas son las baladas. La producción de los uptempo es muy hit and miss.
She's back
No se si ponerme a temblar
Marina es una super estrella a estas alturas. El flop de Katy ha conseguido lo imposible.
hahahahahahaha
The Tables Turned
BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you'll grow double:
Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and trouble?
The sun above the mountain's head,
A freshening lustre mellow
Through all the long green fields has spread,
His first sweet evening yellow.
Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife:
Come, hear the woodland linnet,
How sweet his music! on my life,
There's more of wisdom in it.
And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher.
She has a world of ready wealth,
Our minds and hearts to bless—
Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,
Truth breathed by cheerfulness.
One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.
Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;
Our meddling intellect
Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:—
We murder to dissect.
Enough of Science and of Art;
Close up those barren leaves;
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives.