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Misil Katyusha

El 21 de junio de 1941 le fue presentada a Stalin esta nueva arma secreta a la que pronto los soldados soviéticos darían el nombre de Katiushka y también el de Maria Ivanovna. Tras la orden de producirlos en serie y el comienzo de la invasión alemana. El Ejército Rojo tan sólo disponía de siete prototipos del arma secreta. El 28 de junio, el capitán Ivan Flerov, uno de los más distinguidos alumnos de la Academia de Artillería recibía la orden de formar con los siete prototipos una batería de ensayo, convirtiendose en el primer comandante de una batería de Katyusha.

Las armas Katyusha de la II Guerra Mundial incluyen la lanzadera BM-13, la BM-8 ligera, y la BM-31 pesada. Sus proyectiles fueron ideados en 1941 por los científicos soviéticos Artomiev y Tokomirov, de 82 mm, 132 mm, 280 mm y 300 mm, alcanzando una distancia de 5 ó 6 km. Podían lanzar 16 proyectiles simultáneamente. Hoy, el apodo también se aplica a los más actuales lanzacohetes múltiples soviéticos montados en camiones (principalmente el muy usual BM-21) y sus derivados a lo largo del mundo.

Comparada con otros tipos de artillería, los lanzacohetes múltiples son capaces de enviar una devastadora cantidad de explosivos en poco tiempo, aunque con baja precisión, y posteriormente conllevan mucho tiempo de recarga. Son relativamente frágiles pero baratos y fáciles de producir. Los Katyushas de la II Guerra Mundial fueron la primera artillería autopropulsada producida en masa por la Unión Soviética (y por cualquier nación para ese fin), normalmente son montados en camiones. Esta movilidad da a los Katyushas (y otras artillerías autopropulsadas) otra ventaja: son capaces de atacar y moverse antes de que el enemigo sea capaz de contraatacar con fuego anti-baterías. Se usaron decisivamente en la Batalla de Stalingrado.

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Alice vs The Matrix – Ken Wong

Travis – Love Will Come Through

If I told you a secret
You won’t tell a soul
Will you hold it and keep it alive
Cause it’s burning a hole
And I can’t get to sleep
And I can’t live alone in this lie

So look up
Take it away
Don’t look da-da-da- down the mountain

If the world isn’t turning
Your heart won’t return
Anyone, anything, anyhow

So take me don’t leave me
Take me don’t leave me
Baby, love will come through it’s just waiting for you

Well I stand at the crossroads
Of highroads and lowroads
And I got a feeling it’s right

If it’s real what I’m feeling
There’s no makebelieving
The sound of the wings of the flight of a dove

Take it away
Don’t look da-da-da down the mountain
If the world isn’t turning
Your heart won’t return anyone anything anyhow…

So take me don’t leave me
Take me don’t leave me
Baby, love will come through it’s just waiting for you

So look up
Take it away
Don’t look da-da-da- down

If the world isn’t turning
Your heart won’t return anyone anything anyhow…

So take me don’t leave me
Take me don’t leave me
Baby, love will come through it’s just waiting for you

Love will come through
Love will come through
Love will come through

RadioHead – Creep

When you were here before,
Couldn’t look you in the eye
You’re just like an angel,
Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You’re so fucking special

But I’m a creep,
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doin’ here?
I don’t belong here

I don’t care if it hurts,
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice
when I’m not around
You’re so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doin’ here?
I don’t belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh

She’s running out the door
She’s running out
She run run run run…
run…

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You’re so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I’m a creep,
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doin’ here?
I don’t belong here

I don’t belong here…

Kimya Dawswon & Antsy Pants – Tree Hugger

The flower said, “I wish I was a tree,”
The tree said, “I wish I could be
A different kind of tree,
The cat wished that it was a bee,
The turtle wished that it could fly
Really high into the sky,
Over rooftops and then dive
Deep into the sea.

And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.
And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.

And the flower
Would be its offering
Of love to the desert.
And the desert,
So dry and lonely,
That the creatures all
Appreciate the effort.

Et le chacalot a dit:
“Je voudrais être un yéti
Pour voler dans la nuit
Et m’envoler loin d’ici”
Mais le yéti a dit:
“Je veux être un monstre marin
Pour pouvoir sauter dans la mer
De tous les requins”

And the rattlesnake said,
“I wish I had hands so
I could hug you like a man.”
And then the cactus said,
“Don’t you understand,
My skin is covered with sharp spikes
That’ll stab you like a thousand knives.
A hug would be nice,
But hug my flower with your eyes.”

The flower said, “I wish I was a tree,”
The tree said, “I wish I could be
A different kind of tree,
The cat wished that it was a bee,
The turtle wished that it could fly
Really high into the sky,
Over rooftops and then dive
Deep into the sea.

And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.
And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.

And the flower
Would be its offering
Of love to the desert.
And the desert,
So dry and lonely,
That the creatures all
Appreciate the effort.

Amy Macdonald – This Is the Life

Oh the wind whistles down
The cold dark street tonight
And the people they were dancing to the music vibe
And the boys chase the girls with the curls in their hair
While the shy tormented youth sit way over there
And the songs they get louder
Each one better than before

And you’re singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and you’re head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?

And you’re singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and you’re head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?

So you’re heading down the road in your taxi for four
And you’re waiting outside Jimmy’s front door
But nobody’s in and nobody’s home ’til four
So you’re sitting there with nothing to do
Talking about Robert Riger and his motley crew
And where you’re gonna go and where you’re gonna sleep tonight

And you’re singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and you’re head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?

And you’re singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and you’re head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?

And you’re singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and you’re head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?

And you’re singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and you’re head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?

And you’re singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and you’re head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?

And you’re singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and you’re head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?

Where you gonna sleep tonight?

The Moldie Peaches – Anyone Else but You

You’re a part time lover and a full time friend
The monkey on you’re back is the latest trend
I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train
I kiss you all starry eyed, my body’s swinging from side to side
I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Here is the church and here is the steeple
We sure are cute for two ugly people
I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me
So why can’t, you forgive me?
I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

I will find my nitch in your car
With my mp3 DVD rumple-packed guitar
I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu du

Up up down down left right left right B A start
Just because we use cheats doesn’t mean we’re not smart
I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

You are always trying to keep it real
I’m in love with how you feel
I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

We both have shiny happy fits of rage
You want more fans, I want more stage
I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Don Quixote was a steel driving man
My name is Adam I’m your biggest fan
I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Squinched up your face and did a dance
You shook a little turd out of the bottom of your pants
I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu du
But you

Kymia Dawson – So Nice So Smart

I was quiet as a mouse
When i snuck into your house
And took roofies with your spouse
In a nit and out a louse
And lice are lousy all the time
They suck your blood drink your wine
Say shut up and quit your crying
Give it time and you’ll be fine

You’re so nice and you’re so smart
You’re such a good friend i hafta break your heart
Tell you that i love you then i’ll tear your world apart
Just pretend i didn’t tear your world apart

I like boys with strong convictions
And convicts with perfect diction
Underdogs with good intentions
Amputees with stamp collections
Plywood skinboards ride the ocean
Salty noses suntan lotion
Always seriously joking
And rambunctiously soft-spoken
I like boys that like their mothers
And i have a thing for brothers
But they always wait til we’re under the covers
To say i’m sure glad we’re not lovers

You’re so nice and you’re so smart
You’re such a good friend i hafta break your heart
Tell you that i love you then i’ll tear your world apart
Just pretend i didn’t tear your world apart

I like my new bunnysuit
I like my new bunnysuit
I like my new bunnysuit
When i wear it i feel cute

Kimya Dawson – Loose Lips

Loose lips might sink ships but loose gooses take trips
to San Francisco, double dutch disco,
tech. TV hottie, do it for scottie
do it for the living and do it for the dead
do it for the monsters under your bed
do it for the teenagers and do it for your mom
broken hearts hurt but they make us strong and

[we won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again and just pretend that
nothing ever happened X2]

we’re just dancing, we’re just hugging,
singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
on the sleeve of how it used to be
how’s it gonna be?
I’ll drop kick Russell Stover, move into the starting over house
and know Matt Rouse and Jest are watching me achieve my dreams

and we’ll pray, all damn day, every day,
that all this shit our president has got us in will go away
while we strive to figure out a way we can survive
these trying times without losing our minds

so if you wanna burn yourself remember that I love you
if you wanna cut yourself remember that I love you
if you wanna kill yourself remember that I love you
call me up before your dead, we can make some plans instead
send me an IM, I’ll be your friend

shysters live from scheme to scheme and my 4th quarter pipe dreams
are seeming more and more worth fighting for
so I’ll curate some situations, make my job a big vacation
and I’ll say fuck Bush and fuck this war
my war paint is Sharpie ink and I’ll show you how much my shit stinks
and ask you what you think because your thoughts and words are powerful

they think we’re disposable, while both my thumbs opposable,
spelled out on a double word and triple letter score and

[we won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again and just pretend that
nothing ever happened X4]

we’re just dancing, we’re just hugging,
singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
on the sleeve of how it used to be