Saturday, May 26, 2012

Stuff on the street. Lots of it! In Mexico city markets.

My dates for the Evening

Captains log: day 2. Still alive. Superhero status = incredible hulk. Care to mess with us? You get:
1. Knuckle sandwich
2. Shot of tequila for the pain

Look at their smiling faces. Pre: night taking a turn for the Ridiculous times 3

Mexico city memes.  Mexicali Blues.


This billboard would not be allowed in America.

FUCKING.  Apparently entire towns in Mexico have developed cases of turrets they cannot spell. Like like like.

Above the Line vs. Below the Line Thinking. You Do Have A Choice.

  Over the line.  Mark it 8 you're entering into a world of pain.  Over the line = my style.

Hey, I Just Met Ewe, And This is CRAZY, But You're A Cheapskate, Pay For Me Maybe

Oops you're too sheep.  All the other boys, try to pay for me.  But you're a cheapskate, Pay for me maybe?

Your daily dose of Call me maybe is RIGHT Here.  Catch it.  And change your life (though not necessarily for the better)  

If I Ever Lose my Faith in You, They'll Be Nothin' Left For Me To Do

  Have
Faith   
 and Keep it.  With Skulls, Bears and stickers.  In Mexico City.

Armin Van Buuren Rocked the House Last Night in Mexico City. Too Bad He Didn't Come on Till 1:00. Too Old for THIS? Nah.

  We Heart You, Armin!

Guess Who Partied Like They Are 19 Again. Circa 1997. In Mexico City. Hint: It Wasn't You.





Mexico City, Give Yourself A HAND! You Rave with the Best of Em. Armin Van Buuren Style.


Rave on Ravers.  Armin Van Buuren Style.  Rocked the house.  Brought back old school circa 1997.  Block Rockin' Beats ANYONE?  Memories...sweet.





The Thinker. Mexican Style. We Think HARD About Tequila. Then SHOOT it. Philly Style.

  Then do what ANYONE from Philly would do in pretty much any situtation:  SHOOT IT.
  Yeah, I shot it.  
  To Shoot or not to Shoot.  Therein lies the question.  
SHOT it.  Only obvious solution to most of life's problems.


I Have Become Comfortably Numb

 Hello? Hello? Hello?
 
Is there anybody in there? 
Just nod if you can hear me. 
Is there anyone at home? 
Come on now 
I hear you're feeling down. 
Well I can ease your pain 
Get you on your feet again. 
Relax. 
I'll need some information first. 
Just the basic facts. 
Can you show me where it hurts? 
 
There is no pain you are receding 
A distant ship smoke on the horizon. 
You are only coming through in waves. 
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying. 
When I was a child I had a fever 
My hands felt just like two balloons. 
Now I've got that feeling once again 
I can't explain you would not understand 
This is not how I am. 
I have become comfortably numb. 
 
O.K. 
Just a little pinprick. 
There'll be no more, ah! 
But you may feel a little sick. 
Can you stand up? 
I do believe it's working, good. 
That'll keep you going through the show 
Come on it's time to go. 
 
There is no pain you are receding 
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon. 
You are only coming through in waves. 
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying. 
When I was a child 
I caught a fleeting glimpse 
Out of the corner of my eye. 
I turned to look but it was gone 
I cannot put my finger on it now 
The child is grown, 
The dream is gone. 
I have become comfortably numb.
---
"Comfortably Numb" as written by Roger Waters, David Jon Gilmour

Read more at http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/2832/#oZezbRyHjtwMlZpL.99






Dear World: Underworld, Born Slippy

Drive boy dog boy

Dirty numb angel boy
In the doorway boy
She was a lipstick boy
She was a beautiful boy
And tears boy
And all in your inner space boy
You had
hand girls boy
and steel boy
You had chemicals boy
I've grown so close to you
Boy and you just grown boy
She said come over come over
She smiled at you boy 
Drive boy dog boy
Dirty numb angel boy
In the doorway boy
She was a lipstick boy
She was a beautiful boy
And tears boy
And all in your innerspace boy
You had
hand girls boy
and steel boy
You had chemicals boy
I've grown so close to you
Boy and you just grown boy
She said comeover comeover
She smiled at you boy
 Let your feelings slip boy
But never your mask boy
Random blonde bio high density rhythm
Blonde boy blonde country blonde high density
You are my drug boy
You're real boy
Speak to me and boy dog
Dirty numb cracking boy
You get wet boy
Big big time boy
Acid bear boy
Babes and babes and babes and babes and babes
And remembering nothing boy
You like my tin horn boy and get
Wet like an angel
Derail
 You got a velvet mouth
You're so succulent and beautiful
Shimmering and dirty
Wonderful and hot times
On your telephone line
And god and everything
On your telephone
And in walk an angel
 
And look at me your mom
Squatting pissed in a tube-
hole at Tottenham Court Road
I just come out of the ship
Talking to the most
Blonde I ever met
Shouting
Lager lager lager lager
Shouting
Lager lager lager lager
Shouting
Lager lager lager
Shouting
Lager lager lager
Shouting
Mega mega white thing
Mega mega white thing
Mega mega white thing
Mega mega
Shouting lager lager lager lager
Mega mega white thing
Mega mega white thing
So many things to see and do
In the tube hole true
Blonde going back to Romford
Mega mega mega going back to Romford
Hi mom are you having fun
And now are you on your way
To a new tension
headache

 
Read more at http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/28407/#TYo2Osm3Ef05rZGU.99





Friday, May 25, 2012