The Football Association Challenge Cup, commonly known as the FA Cup, is a knockout cup competition in English football and is the oldest association football competition in the world. The "FA Cup" is run by and named after the Football Association and usually refers to the English men's tournament, although a women's tournament is also held. Its current sponsored name is the FA Cup with Budweiser.
The FA Cup was first held in 1871–72. Entry is open to all teams who compete in the Premier League, the Football League and in steps one to five of the FA National League System, as well as selected teams in step 6. This means that clubs of all standards compete, from the largest clubs in England and Wales down to amateur village teams. The tournament has become known for the possibility for "minnows" from the lower divisions to become "giant-killers" by eliminating top clubs from the tournament and even theoretically winning the Cup, although lower division teams rarely progress beyond the early stages. The qualification rounds and a system of byes mean that the very smallest and very biggest teams almost never meet.
I dreamt (that) I was driving away on a blue glass highway
I knew that this day was the day
And that's why I feel the way I feel
I'm still running, blue glass all over the place
My life seems nothing
You've got to push me today, push me baby
The brake's squeaks resound for a while increasing the violence
Of knowing it all comes to an end
And that's why I scream the way I scream
I feel like laughing, blue glass all over my face
My life was nothing
Feeding squirrels and drinking coffee
At the Meditation Park
No one knows this place, that seems to me.
Thousands of three-coloured leaves
Form a ground just made of trees
How long can they look this way for?
Now I'm picking references,
Without thinking anyway
To know the altitude more or less.
Well I see the Seymour Mountain
On the other side of the creek
Just in front of me snowy already.
Rotten ships remain anchored
There must be 25 or more
Where do they come from? What do they bring?
Aaaah. Only the air seems real
Aaaah... Not even me, and then
Aaaah... some remote voices I hear
Aaaah... Only the air
Now a sunbeam falls on me
Warm enough to feel its heat
I guess that now I must go to work
Aaaah... where do these voices come from
Aaaah... what do they say?
Aaaah... only the air
Red trams
Squeaking so much at the stops
Sparkling their electric horns
They have got those chill inner lights
As well as those immobile figures
Crestfallen bodies walking fast
In silence, giving out vapour
Avoiding stepping on the snow
I don't, I like its "crack"
Hating the whole life we've got to pass through
I tried so hard spending time with someone who could
Hear my voice beyond my voice but that's not real
Bacause they always smile too much
They smile too much to be sincere
That's what it seems to me
Unless I lock my door
Facing the other world
Every person has got the right to throw the pain away
But sometimes I wonder why we have such a plain brain
Must we turn back? Must we light a candle for the earth?
Must we kill? So, must we die to know the way we were?
Destination will be given to us
Passing away will make you free
Now sit back, and just relax
Don't remember anything to do
When the space came into light
I was sorry for that baby child
But I had no choice last night
Waving over green
That's my mission here
Have to wait for planes
They could raid today
Sing, sing, I've got to sing
Run, Run, I've got to run
A wary crowd looking after the sky
Don't leave me alone, if I can't watch the colours
Those sunny nights
Set the mood on the sky
Feel like a snowflake
So light that I could leave the wind
To lead my future
To gauge how long my fall will be
White gauzy backgrounds
Without this damned line that separates
2 worlds, 2 shines
2 times, 1 day
Setting fires, sweet sensation
When no one can share my mind at all
Angel of Night
Take me in your hands
Take it my life
Oh, my Lord of Darkness
Kill me slowly
Ready my mind
Drink my blood
And let me die
I want cry
Please be mine
For the rest of our life's
And then, My Love,
Heal my body
Give me the eternity
Conic dreams colliding with outer fields
Becoming time.
Very old thoughts roam still airtight
Waiting for a beam of light
Sounds in code grace new harsh unknow colours
While black storms spend their time emitting
Frequencies, testing our perceptions,
But again, we're not able to understand...
Budejovicka, metro station, February Chill wind, grey
snow Old ladies dragging their strained feet Facing the
endless avenue. Then, I identify her orange jacket And