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Shit – A Bird Story
A little bird was flying south for the winter. It
was so cold; the bird froze up and fell to the ground in a large field.
While it was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on it. As
the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, it began to realize how
warm it was. The dung was
actually thawing (descongelación) him out! He lay
there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy.
A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate.
Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung,
and promptly dug (excavó) him out and ate him!
The morals of this story are:
Not
everyone who drops shit on you is your enemy.
Not
everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.
And when
you're in deep shit, keep your mouth shut!
White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we're all under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
For angels to die
Talking about drugs
Look at these jumbled newspaper headlines... They have all appeared in the
British press over the last three months
1. Drugs have left
7 top drug abuse table
2 My Agony
6 for young drug users
3 Narcotics use soars
3 among us teenagers
4 The sins of
4 The son
5 What the Dutch can teach us
1 our boy as good as dead
6 Ecstasy seen as 'norm'
8 against soft drugs
7 Scots youth
5 by Jack Straw
8 Ministers stand firm on hard
line
2 About drugs
match the two halves of each headline... and speculat on what each of the news
stories is about.