Prietenilor le e mila de mine si imi spun sa ma culc..stiu..cand trei oameni iti zik ca esti beat..u probabbly should…but the lights in my head keep me up every single night of the week…

Azi am facut o decoperire inedita.The Arctic Monkeys…(courtesy of one of the Pid Jin/ Fredo masters- TheTudor)…..uh boy, love this band till now…British punk in a very trainspotish way…

5 facts I love ’bout Britain:

- clowdy skies which melt down on red roofs, u can imagine people trembling in their houses and hugging under coloured blankies just because of the cold

- rainy nights &full pubs..evidently..that joyfull spirit that beats the hell out’a the weather

- awfully white skined people which seem to me very natural, not bronze-assisted by any flaming mechanisms, I love their simple clean cut intelectually sophisticated style…

- their misery which still looks like pretty clean to me..they do not own real dirt..perhaps it’s the climate..but i can hardly imagine decomposing garbage in Britain; i love that when they wanna show some dirty suburbs they always end up praising their social-misery….more of corrupted people than corrupted backgrounds

- finally..i love their accent, it’s a die for…

I wanna marry some Romanian red-headed crazy drug addict punk-English man wannabe….or the real stuff….; wouldn’t mind some 80 year old hunted castle owner with a big library either…but first i gotta have a chance to pick

For all u Brit-pop-punk lovers out there: http://www.arctic-monkeys.com/