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    Last week in St. Petersburg I saw a disco concert with these acts; awesome !

    Moscow

    Rasputin

    One Way Ticket

  • #2
    Last week in St. Petersburg I saw a disco concert with these acts; awesome !

    Moscow

    Rasputin

    One Way Ticket

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    • #3
      SOM what else you got in that dusty old coffer of yours? Have you got anything 21st century like?
      “...I may condemn what you say, but I will give my life for that you may say it”! - Voltaire

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      • #4
        English Lyrics to "Moscow"

        Moscow, Queen of the Russian land.
        Built like a rock to stand.
        Proud and divine.
        Moscow, your golden towers glow,
        Even through rising snow.
        Sparkle they shine.

        And every night, night, night there is music
        Oh every night, night, night there is love,
        And every night, night, night there is laughter.
        Mister you brother hey brother ho.

        Hey, hey, hey
        Moscow, Moscow,
        Throw your glasses at the wall,
        Fame and fortune to us all, ho, ho, ho, hey
        Moscow, Moscow, join us for a Kasachok,
        We’ll be dancing ’round the clock ha, ha, ha hey
        Moscow, Moscow
        Drinking vodka all night long,
        Keeps you happy makes you strong ho, ho, ho hey.
        Moscow, Moscow,
        Come and have a drink again,
        You will never leave again. Ha, Ha, Ha

        Moscow
        City of Mystery,
        So full of history
        Noble and old.

        Mo-Mo-Mo-Mo-Mo-Mo-Mo-Moscow, there is a burning fire,
        That never will expire.
        Deep in your soul.

        And every night, night, night there is music
        Oh every night, night, night there is love,
        And every night, night, night there is laughter.
        Mister you sister, hey sister ho.

        Hey, hey, hey
        Moscow, Moscow,
        Throw your glasses at the wall,
        Fame and fortune to us all, ho, ho, ho, hey
        Moscow, Moscow, join us for a Kasachok,
        We’ll be dancing round the clock, ha, ha, ha, hey
        Moscow,
        La, la, la, la, la, la, la ho
        Moscow,
        La, la, la, la, la, la, la, hey

        Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
        Moscow, Moscow
        Moscow, Moscow
        Take Russia in your arms,
        You’ll be d***led by her charms. Hey
        Moscow, Moscow
        She will make you understand,
        Russia is a wondrous land, Ah, ha, ha, ha

        Moscow, Moscow

        And every night, night, night there is music
        Oh every night, night, night there is love,
        And every night, night, night there is laughter.
        Mister you brother hey brother ho.

        Hey, hey, hey
        Moscow, Moscow,
        Throw your glasses at the wall,
        Fame and fortune to us all, ho, ho, ho, hey
        Moscow, Moscow, join us for a Kasachok,
        We’ll be dancing ’round the clock ha, ha, ha hey
        Moscow, Moscow
        Drinking vodka all night long,
        Keeps you happy makes you strong ho, ho, ho hey.
        Moscow, Moscow,
        Come and have a drink again,
        You will never leave again. Ha, Ha, Ha Hey

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        • #5
          This city wears a dress,
          it has red spots on its forehead.
          Her teeth are gold.
          She is fat and yet still takes.
          Her mouth fills you with emptiness.
          When she pays for you
          she'll pull you out,
          yet not for money;
          the city stops my breath.

          Moscow!
          One, two, three
          Moscow!
          look, pioneers! There they go, songs to Lenin they sing

          She is old but beautiful,
          I can not stay here again.

          I can't keep balance

          She powders her old skin,
          she has gotten new breasts.

          It built again

          She turns me on,
          I grieve the torment.
          She dances for me,
          I must pay.

          I must pay

          She sleeps with me,
          yet not for money,
          its the greatest city in the world.

          Moscow!
          One, two, three
          Moscow!
          Look, pioneers, there they go, songs to Lenin they sing
          I see it, what you don't see.
          When you sleep deeply at night
          I see it, what you don't see.
          When you lie before me
          I see it, what you don't see.
          When you speak to me
          I see it, and you never will.

          One, two, three

          Moscow!
          One, two, three

          Moscow! This city wears a dress,
          it has red spots on its forehead.
          Her teeth are gold.
          She is fat and yet still takes.
          Her mouth fills you with emptiness.
          When she pays for you
          she'll pull you out,
          yet not for money;
          the city stops my breath.

          Moscow!
          One, two, three
          Moscow!
          look, pioneers! There they go, songs to Lenin they sing

          She is old but beautiful,
          I can not stay here again.

          I can't keep balance

          She powders her old skin,
          she has gotten new breasts.

          It built again

          She turns me on,
          I grieve the torment.
          She dances for me,
          I must pay.

          I must pay

          She sleeps with me,
          yet not for money,
          its the greatest city in the world.

          Moscow!
          One, two, three
          Moscow!
          Look, pioneers, there they go, songs to Lenin they sing
          I see it, what you don't see.
          When you sleep deeply at night
          I see it, what you don't see.
          When you lie before me
          I see it, what you don't see.
          When you speak to me
          I see it, and you never will.

          One, two, three

          Moscow!
          One, two, three

          Moscow!

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          • #6
            Russian Girls

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            • #7
              As this is your thread, I thought I would post your poem for you here


              It is amazing the things Michael posts to make us believe
              Come on ILW members, are we that naïve? LOL
              His old pick up lines are ever so lame
              Most of them seem to be the always the same

              He promotes Russian women with promises of big busts
              He is happy now making big bucks is what he tells us
              He can be mean and contrary, fooling around, but that’s Michael’s way
              He’ll contradict everything that others will say

              In addition to a pain in the neck in the past
              He is also known on ILW as a pain in the ***
              Now there is he, tapping away on his keys
              For years people wonder, will he ever leave?

              Now fear not all ILW members here
              He has a secret, he really can be quite a dear
              Just take what he says here with a pinch of salt
              One day he will see the light, it’s not his fault

              Now Michael, we know we don’t handle things the same as you
              But without you here, what would Sam and ILW do?
              So many up and downs, it has caused a lot strife
              But I am sure you will be happy, when you finally meet a good loving wife
              -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
              God Bless America - God Bless Immigrants - God Bless Poor Misguided Souls Too

              National Domestic Violence Hotline:
              1.800.799.SAFE (7233) 1.800.787.

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              • #8
                LOL!
                "Until the color of a man's skin is of no more significance than the color of his eyes everywhere will be war"...................BOB MARLEY

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                • #9
                  You've found your niche Sprintie. Go and work for Hallmark LOL
                  "What you see in the photograph isn't what you saw at the time. The real skill of photography is organized visual lying."

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                  • #10
                    Don't entertain this sonoffools on this message board,he is a moran and an idiot.

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                    • #11
                      FoR EvErYoNe wHo eXaLtS HiMsElF WiLl bE HuMbLeD, aNd hE WhO HuMbLeS HiMsElF WiLl bE ExAlTeD.
                      Everything comes in circles ....... The old wheel turns, and the same spoke comes up. It's all been done before, and will be again.

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                      • #12
                        Was that ****ing Huey Newton? Well, he got what he deserved. A hole in the head from a crack dealer. Says alot about the community.

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                        • #13
                          St Petersburg, too cold and too many girls!!

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