Sardinia ( /sɑrˈdɪniə/, Italian: Sardegna [sarˈdeɲɲa], Sardinian: Sardigna [sarˈdinja]) is the second-largest island in the Mediterranean Sea (after Sicily and before Cyprus). It is an autonomous region of Italy, and the nearest land masses are (clockwise from north) the French island of Corsica, the Italian Peninsula, Sicily, Tunisia and the Spanish Balearic Islands.
The name Sardinia is from the pre-Roman noun *sard[], romanised as sardus (feminine sarda); that the name had a religious connotation is suggested from its use also as the adjective for the ancient Sardinian mythological hero-god Sardus Pater "Sardinian Father" (misunderstood by many modern Sardinians/Italians as being "Father Sardus"), as well as being the stem of the adjective "sardonic". Sardinia was called Ichnusa (the Latinised form of the Greek Hyknousa), Sandalion, Sardinia and Sardo by the ancient Greeks and the Romans.
Sardinia is the second-largest island in the Mediterranean Sea, with an area of 23,821 km². It is situated between 38° 51' and 41° 15' latitude north and 8° 8' and 9° 50' east longitude. To the west of Sardinia is the Sea of Sardinia, a unit of the Mediterranean Sea; to Sardinia's east is the Tyrrhenian Sea, which is also an element of the Mediterranean Sea.
Anthony Michael "Tony" Bourdain (born June 25, 1956) is an American chef, author and television personality. He is well known for his 2000 book Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly, and is the host of Travel Channel's culinary and cultural adventure programs Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations and The Layover.
A 1978 graduate of the Culinary Institute of America and a veteran of numerous professional kitchens, Bourdain is currently a chef-at-large, whose home base is Brasserie Les Halles, New York where he was executive chef for many years.
Anthony Bourdain was born in New York City to Pierre (d.1987) and Gladys Bourdain, and grew up in Leonia, New Jersey. Bourdain has French ancestry on his father's side; his paternal grandfather emigrated from France to New York following World War I. Bourdain's mother worked for the New York Times as a staff editor. Bourdain was a student at Englewood School for Boys, graduating in 1973. He attended Vassar College before dropping out after two years, and graduated from the Culinary Institute of America in 1978.
Pass the time distract me from myself cause I'm so miserable.
Misery loves company your company keeps me miserable.
You're co-dependent you enable me to treat you with disrespect.
You wonder why you're so unhappy I wonder what you did expect.
Because I can treat you as good as you treat yourself.
I'm a dysfunctional narcissistic drama freak who thrives on misery.
You wonder why I fuck your friends I wonder why you're fucking me.
I'm afraid to give you what you need I know you would leave me for sure.
So I starve you for attention you always come back wanting more.
I play my games, you play your part.
I will watch your mixed emotions tear you apart.
But after all that you've been through to you I must confess,
A coffin for a coffee table pills to keep him stable won't believe G.G.'s dead.
A pure bred antisocial on the verge of going postal always hanging on by a thread.
Jeremy knows what he wants to be over qualified to under achieve.
He's got a different version of succeed.
A crusty crusader an establishment hater an icon to the outcast.
A non accepting disrespecting purveyor of filth at it's best.
Some drink to forget, he drinks to remember when sober he's not up to speed.
He's got a different version of succeed.
Why do people waste their lives worrying about tomorrow
you would think that they were blind or they would see their lives pass them by.
If he's misunderstood then to him it's all good his IQ is 152.
He's not punk rock elite,
Sometimes I feel the weight of my self conscious caving in on me.
Asleep at the wheel, self medication gets me through those times of need.
Another life time another person myself once removed these words aren't mine.
My emotion, stripped of ego my honesty, my peace of mind.
Do what you want, say what you will those words they don't bother me anymore now.
Self medication, my salvation I don't need you anymore.
Sometimes I feel the world is out to get me, helpless and I'm paranoid.
Too blind to see the wreckage left behind me of everything that I've destroyed.
Sometimes I feel that I don't have a purpose and life just seems to pass me by.
Stagnate in one place and nothing every changes I never think to question why.
Every thing I hate is everything I am another freaked out fucked up worthless man.
You could break my legs but I'd still run I can't deny what I have become.
I killed the pain of life mundane now everything slowly circles down the drain.
Lately I've been too tired to be that man I used to be.
Overwhelmed and uninspired does it matter that no one's listening.
I've looked to find my place, I've searched to see my purpose served
but every where that I can see people getting what they don't deserve.
Cause I am what I am, I could change it all but never me.
It's the pride of a foolish man but I live my life with no apologies.
Convince the world I'm crazy, in truth maybe I am.
But I've cut my baggage loose I shed my skin I'm a better man.
No one left to pull me under no one left to drag me down.
Standing on my own two feet I find the strength to stand my ground.
I once dwelled on all the things in life I never had,
I obsessed on my injustices until it drove me mad,
and all that hatred that I felt I didn't understand.
How much do you pay for product what do you pay for hype.
How long will that purchase matter when that "push" falls from your sight.
If they sugar coat the poison it'll kill you quite the same.
Tune us in as consumers and anesthetize our brains.
We're too dumb to figure out that we all play the game and we're to blame.
Do we know what's fact or fiction do you really trust the news.
How much truth gets filtered out before it gets to you.
Diverting your attention from the problems here at home.
Sweep the homeless under the rug in our ghettos we disown.
Out of sight out of mind it's a method we condone reap what we've sown.
People fight for equality for their gender and their race.
They seek to blame each other for the problems that they face.
But when 20% of the country owns 80% of its wealth
it limits your opportunities to playing the hand that you're dealt.
Because money is what divides more than color or creed.
The middle class the poor and rich minority
and while they tear down homeless shelters to erect big strip mall chains
the gap between the rich and poor gets wider every day.
I may be getting old but I'm far from out of angst
because the problems that I face on the day to day don't go away.
Life it ain't so civilized when it comes down to survive
and I've had the ones that I thought as family push me to the side.
I'm still in debt I can't pay my rent, my teeth are rotting in my head.
I may be getting old, but it ain't over yet.
I got so much left to say, I can't believe I'm here again
right back where I started from with an ego left to mend.
We started out as friends and in the end I hope to be
but the problems that you hope to fix won't go away with me.
I'm uninsured I'm overdrawn I'm as broke as one can get.
I may be getting old, but it ain't over yet.
What happens when the dreams of fame and fortune don't come true.
And work replaces everything in life you live to do.
When the romance is gone,
the road gets long and the numbers are all you've got
and the hour that you spent on stage doesn't add up to what you thought.
So you can fill my shoes with a fresh new face
you can talk all the shit you want,
but you can't replace my dignity or the feelings in my heart.
Life can be unfair sometimes it's a fact I've had to accept.
Is this what you offer me, a system of dishonesty
where life gets measured monetarily and I'm just another face.
Another man with the simple skills of staying alive and paying the bills
never amount to anything live and die where I've always been.
This is where I am at the bills still come no matter what.
I'm all grown up but still I'm going nowhere.
Uneducated though I graduated,
wish I would have been a little more dedicated
and got something out of school, instead of always playing the fool.
But even if I did for just one day, had all the right words that I wanted to say,
it wouldn't make a difference anyway cause no one's listening.
So save your words, just save your words cause I don't care anymore.
My father worked his life away in all those years
he never missed a day
there isn't anybody that could say he didn't keep his bills paid.
All that time he never got to do all the things in life that he wanted to.
He always kept his family fed by the blood and sweat he shed.
And for the sacrifice he's made this is how he gets repaid.
This time won't be like the last time I swear I'm gonna make it different for sure.
No more monsters manifesting self destruction gonna keep me pure.
Don't try to stop me now because it's far too late
I gotta figure it out on my own.
The walls are closing in
the foundation shakes as the vultures wait to pick me to the bone.
Wide awake now another day remnants of my vices still laughing at me.
Amnesiated too hard to say what I did last night or what was done to me.
Sad and lonely, isolated don't want to feel like this any more.
Weak of mind and manipulated tired of feeling like everybody's whore.
Tired of living like I got no self-esteem accommodating everybody else but me
and I give and they take and I give and they take.
The clock is ticking on the wall the world is spinning
while the billions work to justify their lives.
They look for meaning in their useless sense of breeding
in their quest for recognition when they die.
Because ego won't permit belief in our mortality
so we manufactured our delusioned lie.
We believe with much conviction in our useless superstition
that our lives are bigger than life.
The man on TV preaches his beliefs to me
and says that I am doomed because I don't think like him.
He asks for contributions for his sermons convolutions,
in return is absolution for your sins.
I watch in disbelief as people try and shed their grief
because they can't accept the things that they've become.
They blindly patronize a dogmatic pack of lies
that tell them Jesus is their chosen one.
Strictly designed for the weak of mind,
not just the working man's opiate anymore.
Paralyzed minds all seeking the sublime
with all doubt ruled out by their faith in the divine.
All of them seeking that same righteous reward.
Weak of mind and born to follow,
do not question the beliefs you swallow.
Eternal life for your belief in man,
welcome to the empty promised land.
Don't speak, don't breathe, don't live, just believe.
With no question just devotion lifeless life living in transition.
12 years of education and this is what I'm worth.
Back breaking labor I endure every day to fill my purse.
A subordinate life not one I choose a hatred of the man that I answer too.
Disposable man that's all I am and there's a million more to fill the shoes I stand.
The American dream skipped me it seems pointless by design a story with no theme.
There's a million more just like me disenchanted unenthused.
Overlooked in the mindless shuffle to make way for something new.
I'm a face without a name I'm a man without a place
after a lifetime of my loyalty on a whim to be replaced.
27, Ivy League CEO with his job bought and paid for by his family's tow.
Bred to believe that he's above the rest
while the sweat from my back is clearing his checks.
A factory floor filled with human machines for minimum wage we sacrifice our dreams.
And while supply of this labor exceeds demand
the room for this injustice will only expand.
Disregard my sacrifice push me out in the cold.
Move my job south of the border while my family pays the toll.
I have silenced my contempt I've restrained my bitter rage
My father told me
Son, it's OK to have ideals,
but beliefs against your government still won't pay your bills.
You can raise your fists and publicly resist
but in the end corruption still exists.
And no protest song will ever change the world.
Everybody does exactly as they are told.
In the end every man works for what is his.
You can fight the world, but that's just the way it is.
You're words are not meaningless to me,
I feel their honesty but it's my life I gotta figure out for me.
It's what I've always done not what I have become
and I know the consequences that will come.
And if I never reach the world or speak to people's souls
it's a passion that will not die as I grow old.
It's what I choose to do
it may not work for you but to myself I know I must be true.
I am not afraid to stand right where I've stood.
My beliefs they are unchanged because I believe they should.
And I'll measure my success one word at a time.
Did it ever feel just right to you have you ever wondered who we are.
Pleasures in life are far and few do you ever yearn for something more.
This life it ain't big enough it ain't fair enough sometimes we don't get to shine.
I remember feeling owned by you knowing I could never make you mine.
Don't tempt me now I'm falling too much water under that bridge.
The world it ain't the same without you now it keeps turning.
Bind and gag my consciousness please leave me no room to breath.
Restraints can't bind the heart that feels you don't feel the same for me.
Like a paid professional cruel to the bone is my pain what gets you off.
My willingness to suffer beneath your hand as long as you don't stop.
And all that I once took for granted now slapped me in the face
fallen from your favor the bitter flavor of disgrace.
Distraction staring at me live my life in the surreal
Another day, another dollar, another bill collecting caller.
Disillusioned, let down, cause all my heroes are junkies now.
I've been down this road, in the end it's all the same,
another day I'm getting older, another day nothing has changed.
I've been down this road, I'm wrong when I know I'm right,
hard pressed to make it better, but I got no will to fight.
26 and I'm flat broke, I've been down so long I have given up hope.
Shattered nerves anxiety, so much more than I wanted to be.
I often wonder what went wrong, but I can't remember, it's been too long.
Think out loud things I want to change,
but I know I never will I'm gonna stay this way.
I've been down this road, in the end it's all the same,
another day I'm getting older, another day nothing has changed.
I've been down this road, I'm wrong when I know I'm right,
hard pressed to make it better, but I got no will to...
Is this my great reward, servitude and solitude,
a lifetime of chances I have blown
i woulda coulda shoulda been so much more than I really am,
and it's nobody else's fault but my own.
Another day, another dollar, another bill collecting caller.
Disillusioned, let down, cause I'm nothing more than a fuck up now.
I've been down this road, in the end it's all the same,
another day I'm getting older, another day nothing has changed.
I've been down this road, I'm wrong when I know I'm right,
I have no interest in self-preservation, emptiness is like an old friend.
I have no motive or any inclination, of doing anything for any one again.
I've been the patsy, I've been the fool,
I've been the scapegoat, now all of that is through.
Don't want to sit and wonder when the end is near,
don't want to know where I'll be in 20 years.
Because I bite the hand that feeds.
Easy to call me selfish, after years of nurtured apprehension.
I have no shame I take the blame, no more subordination.
I gave up my self-esteem for a false security,
and foolishly I chased that dream, that had to be force fed to me.
I play no part in hope that dwindles, reality is such a change of pace.
I see things now for what they are, and reality is such a different place.
Nostalgia such a waist of time, so much life left to live.
A coffin for a coffee table pills to keep him stable won't believe G.G.'s dead.
A pure bred antisocial on the verge of going postal always hanging on by a thread.
Jeremy knows what he wants to be over qualified to under achieve.
He's got a different version of succeed.
A crusty crusader an establishment hater an icon to the outcast.
A non accepting disrespecting purveyor of filth at it's best.
Some drink to forget, he drinks to remember when sober he's not up to speed.
He's got a different version of succeed.
Why do people waste their lives worrying about tomorrow
you would think that they were blind or they would see their lives pass them by.
If he's misunderstood then to him it's all good his IQ is 152.
He's not punk rock elite,
Prynhawn mor glir dim sôn am y ferch ar y gaseg wyn
llwyd
The afternoon was clear, not a sight of the girl on the
gray-white horse
Yr haul yn gryf y naws y dydd yn llawn o swyn
The sun was hot, the day was filled with charm
Yr aros yn hir cyn clywed y swn o'r ceffyl yn pwnio
The waiting was long before hearing the sound of the
horse's hoof
Aros i'm paid mynd 'mlaen
Wait for me, don't go ahead
Aros i'm paid mynd 'mlaen
Wait for me, don't go ahead
Rhiannon paid mynd 'mlaen aros, aros
Rhiannon, don't go ahead, wait, wait
Rhiannon paid mynd 'mlaen
Rhiannon, don't go ahead
Rhiannon paid mynd 'mlaen aros, aros
Rhiannon, don't go ahead, wait, wait
Rhiannon paid mynd 'mlaen
Rhiannon, don't go ahead
Dyma hi ei gwisg yn disgleirio yn llawn o aur
At last she's here, her robe shining with gold
Ei golwg mor dlws ei hud yn ymestyn wi afael yn gryf
Her look so pretty, her magic all encompassing
"Pwy yr wyt? Pwy yr wyt?
"Who are you? Who are you?
Paid am gadael aros i mi"
Don't go ahead, wait for me"
Aros i'm paid mynd 'mlaen...
Wait for me, don't go ahead...
Rhiannon paid mynd 'mlaen aros, aros...