Now the pale morning sings of forgotten things
She plays a tune for those who wish to overlook
The fact that they’ve been blindly deceived
By those who preach and pray and teach
But she falls short and the night explodes in laughter

by the First Aid Kit

Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot
He was not afraid to die, O brave Sir Robin
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin
He was not in the least bit scared
to be mashed into a pulp
Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken
To have his kneecaps split and his body burned away
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin
His head smashed in and his heart cut out
And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged
And his nostrils raped and his bottom
burnt off and his penis…

by the Monty Python

Ότι πρέπει για την παγωμένη πρώτη μέρα νέα εβδομάδας, περιμένοντας το χιόνι που δεν έρχεται.  Ο JJ δεν θα μας λείψει ποτέ. Ποιος να τον μας τον στερήσει άλλωστε;…