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Författare: | murdercitykid [ lör 11 sep 2010, 15:09 ] |
Inläggsrubrik: | Vad tycker ni om +44? |
Hittade ingen tråd om dem men tycker att de förtjänar en Ja vad tycker ni om +44? Själv gillar jag dom, dom är inte typisk mainstream poppunk som t.ex Blink, men man märker ju att det kommer mycket insperation därifrån. Sen så gillar jag att det är mer seriösa texter nu, känns lite mer vuxet och moget. |
Författare: | Lolle [ fre 17 sep 2010, 19:27 ] |
Inläggsrubrik: | Re: Vad tycker ni om +44? |
har aldrig gillat dom. gillar blink 182 av någon skum anledning. men nej inte +44 |
Författare: | anders_182 [ tis 28 sep 2010, 18:53 ] |
Inläggsrubrik: | Re: Vad tycker ni om +44? |
När blink försvann och Mark & Travis starta +44 så var jag skeptisk men det blev rätt bra musik trots allt! Skulle ha sett dom 2007 men då skyllde dom på att dom skulle börja på ny skiva och ställde in Europa turnen och sen försvann bandet helt. |
Författare: | yyyyy [ tis 22 mar 2016, 10:00 ] |
Inläggsrubrik: | Re: Vad tycker ni om +44? |
I tasted the liquid, but its flavour was so unpleasant that I set down the vessel immediately. Eveena, however, took it up, and drinking a part of it, with an effort to control the grimace of dislike it provoked, held it up to me again, so evidently expecting and inviting me to share it that courtesy permitted no further demur. A second sign or look, when I set it down unemptied, induced me to finish the draught. Regarding the matter as some trivial but indispensable ceremonial, I took no further notice of it; but, thankful for the diversion it had given to my thoughts, continued my endeavours to soothe and encourage my fair companion. After a few minutes it seemed as if she were somewhat suddenly gaining courage and confidence. At the same time I myself became aware of a mental effect which I promptly ascribed to the draught. Nor was I wrong. It contained one of those drugs which I have mentioned; so rarely used in this house that I had never before seen or tasted any of them, but given, as matter of course, on any occasion that is supposed to involve unusual agitation or make an exceptional call on nerves or spirits. But for the influence of this cup I should still have withheld the remark which, nevertheless, I had resolved to make as soon as I could hope to do so without annoying or alarming Eveena. "Are you afraid of me?" I asked somewhat abruptly. The question may have startled her, but I was more startled by the answer. "Of course," she said in a tone which would have been absolutely matter of fact, except that the doubt evidently surprised her. "Ought I not to be so? But what made you ask? And what had I done to displease you, just before they sent us the 'courage cup'?" "I did not mean to show anything like displeasure," I replied. "But I was thinking then, and I may tell you now, that you remind me not of the women of my own Earth, but of petted children suddenly transferred to a harsh school. You speak and look like such a child, as if you expected each moment at least to be severely scolded, if not beaten, without knowing your fault." "Not yet," she murmured, with a smile which seemed to me more painful than tears would have been. "But please don't speak as if I should fear anything so much as being scolded by you. We have a saying that 'the hand may bruise the skin, the tongue can break the heart.'" "True enough," I said; "only on Earth it is mostly woman's tongue that breaks the heart, and men must not in return bruise the skin." "Why not?" she asked. "You said to my mother the other day that Arga (the fretful child of Esmo's adoption) deserved to be beaten." "Women are supposed," I answered, "to be amenable to milder influences; and a man must be drunk or utterly brutal before he could deal harshly with a creature so gentle and so fragile as yourself." |
Författare: | chenyan [ ons 04 maj 2016, 04:33 ] |
Inläggsrubrik: | Re: Vad tycker ni om +44? |
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Författare: | chenyan [ ons 18 okt 2017, 10:05 ] |
Inläggsrubrik: | Re: Vad tycker ni om +44? |
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