rock-n-roll [Theme]

I call rock and roll artists the national quiche.

The idea was that it was profitable to lead a rock and roll band, whose name flashes in the newspapers, and this, perhaps, was Warhol's favorite feature - to see his name in the newspapers.

- Rob, how do you like my t-shirt?
- Yow, I like it. She's like she's saying, "Hi, my greatdaughter's girlfriend. I'm cool, I love rock'n'roll too."

My grandfather still tells me “You play rock and roll exactly like playing football.”

And what was then anew will open,
My rock-n-roll is not a goal and not even the means.

Once I forgot the song and I came up with these words. It was my first big hit: "Tutti frutti, aw-rootie". Thank God for that... And I would like to say Hello to all the people and tell them that maybe the grass seems greener on the other side, but believe me, mow it there does not help. And I just want to sing for them: "Awop-BOP-a-labop-a-lop-BAM-boom".

I threw a rock ' n ' roll in 1976. There were many deaths among relatives. My brother died... another friend was shot in the head. One was stabbed with a butcher knife. Another friend of mine died of a heart attack. Then his mother died. And then shot the nephew. And then I decided that I would go back to religion and become an Evangelist. <...> When I meet old friends, with a Walker, or someone in a wheelchair, and someone with a stick. And they are ready to whack you on the head with it. I'm glad yet somehow he managed. A healthy mind and body. It's a blessing and a lesson... I'm just happy that ensued, became attached and was in the right thread. In the flow of love.

If rock-n-roll outlaw - throw my ass in jail!

In the old creaky house I lived in Berwickshire Tommy,
Where the hills are green the fragrant Heather bloomed.
Narkisim stupid fairy tales from childhood did not believe Tommy,
Believed in sitcoms Tommy, in the "Rangers" and the rock-n-roll.
Tommy didn't believe in fairy tales, Tommy went to Glasgow,
The scent of grass on campus, to crazy spring
To swear love until death gentle green eyes
And in a year with a stroller in the Park walking with his wife.
Again settled Tommy in the old paternal house,
The fall was busy, behind her winter,
And quiet may night was heard by Tommy
And ran away in the languor of home away into the hills.
Fun whinnying horses, Heather rang on the slope,
The elves laughed: "Tommy! Tommy, let's dance reel!"
Nanking stupid tales Tommy, alas, is not remembered
He did not understand, he in the dance entered.
In the halls under the hills, bright burning flame,
The rhythm of the beat feet, heart beat, blood.
Son and wife seemed to Tommy a funny dream
Only to the dawn of memory to Tommy's back again.
Elves, laughing as children, brought at dawn
From Golden palaces, from the magical sleep.
Tommy in the face hit the dusty hot wind,
Racing on the planet where the last war.
Cry in the ruins, Tommy, cry about the dead house
Those who you cared about, your not gonna hear a scream.
All that you have left - nannicini tales to remember
Cry in the ruins, Tommy, stupid funny man.

Dear Osama, you're wanted dead or alive, to stop the terror. I don't know what to say to this, rock-n-roll didn't stop when Elvis died on the toilet, on the contrary, went even worse.

All new rock band playing at cheap bars and trying to achieve success without money and producer, is largely similar. They tend to get a pencil successful producer, speaking before the regular clerks, who, in turn, come to bars to alcohol to wash off all the dirt that was poured on the boss the whole week. But even this stalemate you can find the exit and become a cult band to several generations of fans.

You can't yell "rock and roll" every time the nonsense they are doing.

Rock ' n ' roll never gets old.

Rock-n-roll is a cool pastime, so no matter where you are - turn up the music and forget about life problems.