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Monday, October 25, 2010
Diluted + OK GO, A Million Ways To Be Cruel @ 11:21 AM

Plaisir D' Amour
Timmothy Lee (photographer)

Everything passes away - suffering, pain, blood, hunger, pestilence. The sword will pass away too, but the stars will still remain when the shadows of our presence and our deeds have vanished from the earth. There is no man who does not know that. Why, then, will we not turn our eyes towards the stars? Why? - Mikhail Bulgakov, The White Guard


Song Download Of The Day :

Ok Go : A Million Ways To Be Cruel

As always, click on the above link and change xx to tt.


Video-OK Go - a million ways to be cruel
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Sit back, matter of fact, teasing, toying, turning, chatting, charming, hissing, playing the crowd.
Play that song again, another couple Klonopin, a nod, a glance, a half-hearted bow.
Oh such grace, oh such beauty, and lipstick and callous and fishnets and malice.
Oh Darling, you're a million ways to be cruel. You're a million ways to be cruel. You're a million ways to be cruel.
I should, I wish I could, maybe if you were, I would, list of standard-issue regrets.
One last 80 proof, slouching in the corner booth.
Baby, it's as good as it gets.
Oh such grace, oh such beauty. So precious, suspicious, and charming, and vicious.
Oh darling, you're a million ways.
Oh darlin' your a million ways to be cruel.
You're a million ways to be cruel.
You're a million ways to be cruel.
Oh darlin'.
Oh darlin', you're a million ways.
Oh darlin'.
Oh darlin', you're a million ways.
Oh. Darlin'.
Oh darlin, you're a million ways to be.
Oh,oh,oh,oh,oh!
You're a million ways to be cruel.
You're a million ways to be cruel.
You're a million ways to be cruel.
You're a million ways to be, cruel.
You're a million ways to be, cruel.
You're a million ways to be.
Oh darling, you're a million ways to be cruel.

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