My Love Is Killing Me...

[Sfandex]

Take me
to the land of frozen tunes
hockey teams and violins
and mysterious dreams........

_______________________________

I can forgive you the damage to my lips,
I can forgive you the bite marks on my hips,
But there is only one thing I can't stand,
Don't call me Chris, my name is Elvis.
I can forgive you the bruises and cuts,
I can forgive you the scars on my nuts,
But there is only one thing I can't stand,
Don't call me Chris, my name is Elvis.

Oo-a-oo, my love is killing me...
Oo-a-oo, my love is killing me...

/"Красные Элвисы"

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[Sfandex]

Take me to the land of frozen tunes,
Hockey teams and violins and mysterious dreams,
Take me to the land of cosmonauts where men take vodka shots,
And women are free.
Siberia land of cottage cheese and happy smiles,
Siberia land of broken bones and solid skies.
With you I would be happy living there,
Raising cows and children, watching no TV,
Show me what our life suppose to be,
Working for collective farms getting jeans for free.
Siberia land of cottage cheese and solid skies,
Siberia land of broken bones and happy smiles.
Siberia land of cottage cheese and happy smiles,
Siberia land of broken dreams and solid skies.
Siberia land of cottage cheese and giant trees,
Siberia land of rolling stones, free love and peace.

/Red Elvises, Siberia

[Sfandex]

Buddy: Don't touch my guitar, man.

Buddy: If you scratch my guitar, I'll kill you.

Buddy: Float away, little butterfly. Just flutter away. I got a gig in Vegas. And the wastelands ain't no place for kids.

Mesh-Head: If I were you, I would run.
Buddy: If you were me, you'd be good-lookin'.

Death: Only one man can kill this many Russians. Bring his guitar to me!

Buddy: Who are you?
Death: Death,
Buddy: Cool!

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Head Pin Pal: Nice tuxedo. Nice tuxedo to die in!

Death: You have failed me for the last... nice shoes!

Buddy: You still there?
[Marks a line on the ground with his katana]
Buddy: Cross that line, kid, I'll cut your little teddy bear in half. Last kid that crossed that line, I had to summon up the Spinach Monster with my rock 'n' roll magic. The Spinach Monster grabbed him, pulled him underground and made him eat spinach all day. Rumor has it, kid... he's still there.

Ward Cleaver: You ever try a pink golf ball, Wally? Why, the wind shear alone on a pink golf ball can take the head off a 90-pound midget at over 300 yards.

Buddy: What are you lookin' at? You look up at the sky, you look down on the ground, but you don't look at me, kid. Got it?

Satellite DJ: You're listening to K-LOST, home of the Apocalypse. The call in question of the day is, who will be the new king? I'm sending in an ICBM across the wasteland for all of you on the yellow brick road to Vegas looking for a hero. If you find one send him my way, baby.

Russian General: I do not like rock-and-roll music. This is too loud! I like folk music, soft, nice music, huh? Polka, waltz, anything!

The Kid: A '56 Chevy Belair could kick a '48 Buick Roadmaster's ass any day, at least in a first quarter mile that is.
Buddy: [Looks at the Kid, then at the ground, then back at the Kid] You come all this way out saying squat and now you're trying to tell me that a '56 Chevy could beat a '48 Buick in a dead quarter mile?
[Looks at the ground again, the back at the Kid]
Buddy: I liked you better when you weren't saying squat kid... Go to bed.

Мне всё больше хочется сделать по этому косплей....

[Sfandex]

www.redelvises.com/
а курилки ещё живы.
И почему у меня с детства твёрдое и непреходящее убеждение, что все сколько-нибудь известные, при этом талантливые и интересные люди уже умерли?

[Sfandex]

Buddy vs Death

[Sfandex]

Red Elvises - Venice, USA

Sweat is dripping off my face
Dreams are melting in the sun
I'm rolling down on BCH
Hare Chrishna, here I come

Oh she looks like silver screen
Smiles like fashion magazine
Showing off your pretty sceme
Full of lotion and sun screen
Faces look a little stoned
All dressed up in silicone
Talking bullshit on the phone

She tells me that she tried it all
Menage á trois and fancy drugs
She's waiting tables, all night long
She's no big friend of, moviestars

Oh she looks like silver screen
Smiles like fashion magazine
Showing of your pretty sceme
Full of lotion and sun screen
Surface look a little stoned
All dressed up in silicone
Talking bullshit on the phone