10th Jul 2008

Punk rocker with flowers in the hair, On the road and other non sense stories

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In seventy-seven and sixty-nine revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn’t care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When the head of state didn’t play guitar
Not everybody drove a car
When music really mattered and when radio was king
When accountants didn’t have control
And the media couldn’t buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn’t know everything

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In seventy-seven and sixty-nine revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn’t care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When pop stars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when god saved the queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
My mom and dad were in their teens
And anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In seventy-seven and sixty-nine revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn’t care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When record shops were still on top
And vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super info highway was still drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs
And playing games meant kick arounds
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In seventy-seven and sixty-nine revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn’t care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
I was born too late into a world that doesn’t care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

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Năm nay cung Thiên Di của mình sáng rực. Tuần sau mình leo lên máy bay nha. Xong cuối tuần bay về nha. Xong tuần sau nữa mình lại leo lên máy bay lần nữa nha. Xong đến gần cuối tuần lại bay về nha. Có bạn đang dụ mình là gần cuối tuần bay về thì cuối tuần leo thêm lên một cái máy bay nữa.

Xong rồi 2 tuần sau đó nữa mình lại leo lên một cái máy bay khác nữa.

“My backpacks were piled on the airport again; I had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life” (On the road đó bạn Nhị Linh). Thế giới rõ là rộng lớn mà mình thì nhỏ xíu.

4 Responses to “Punk rocker with flowers in the hair, On the road and other non sense stories”

  1. Nhị Linh Says:

    eh trước khi đi thì tranh thủ đọc On The Road đi.

  2. D,D&B Says:

    Cung Di sáng rực cùng cung Phu nhỉ :p. Tần suất lên xuống máy bay x n lần thì ra kết quả ;))

  3. gt Says:

    Chả bù cho cung Thiên Di của em có con Triệt to lù lù, thầy bảo đến năm băm mốt mới hóa giải được!

  4. Dím Says:

    leo may bay nhieu ko thich dau ban a, to di muoi may ngay ma bay tong cong 8 chuyen, nghia la 16 lan len va xuong may bay, ve tu nhien di dau cung thay song dap don :))

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