Party like it's 1988 - Hata Bajen

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Ett litet brev..

JUSTICE FOR THE 96

Back in the days when MTV played proper music...

Stockholm är ju fint

Att harva i bottenträsket...

...hej bönder, vi är DIF.

Don't fight it - Feel it

Hörna

Mot den moderna fotbollen

En galleria eller en fotbollsarena? Vem vet.

Det enda som ska glasas på fotboll är motståndarsupportrarna. Inte läktarna.

BB presenterar dagens platta.

Disco Inferno - D.I. Go Pop

Det fanns en gång ett bolag.

The Seagull

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
''Tis some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
''Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more.'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
'Sir,' said I, 'or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you'- here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, 'Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, 'Lenore!'-
Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
'Surely,' said I, 'surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
'Tis the wind and nothing more.'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately seagull of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ivory bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
'Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, 'art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient seagull wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the Seagull, 'Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as 'Nevermore.'

But the seagull, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, 'other friends have flown before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, 'Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
'Doubtless,' said I, 'what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never- nevermore'.'

But the Seagull still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking 'Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
'Wretch,' I cried, 'thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the Seagull, 'Nevermore.'

'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or devil!-
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the Seagull, 'Nevermore.'

'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.'
Quoth the Seagull, 'Nevermore.'

'Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend,' I shrieked, upstarting-
'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the Seagull, 'Nevermore.'

And the Seagull, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted- nevermore!

HATA GNAGET!

RIP MCA

Idag har vi sorg. Beastie Boys MCA har gått bort. Vi passar på att hylla honom och det som kanske är världens bästa skiva - Paul's Boutique.

Aquascutum

Klädmärket som är ifrån 1851 och vars kläder har burits av Cary Grant, Humphrey Bogart och drottningen har gått i konkurs.

Det här är en sorgens dag för Busiga Björnar som ofta klär sig i det engelska supermärket. Törs man hoppas på en comeback? Ja, jag tycker att vi alla gör det.

Julia gör en Burgundisk köttgryta

Dagens skiva

Spiritualized - Sweet Heart Sweet Light

Busiga Björnar var Old School när Old School var New School

My favourite colour is gold

Piermario Morosini 1986 - 2012

Grönans sommarkonserter

LMFAO – 4/5
Dead by April – 10/5
Ali Campbell's UB40 – 11/5
Maskinen – 16/5
Mange Makers – 22/5
Raised Fist – 24/5
Jonathan Johansson – 28/5
Aleks – 29/5
Timbuktu – 31/5
Rebecca & Fiona – 1/6
Weeping Willows – 4/6
Albin Gromer – 5/6
Thorsten Flinck – 11/6
Lenny Kravitz – 12/6
Machine Head – 14/6
Ison & Fille – 19/6
The Salazar Brothers & Re... – 25/6
Dropkick Murphys – 26/6
Freddie Wadling – 2/7
Tomas Andersson Wij – 3/7
Ulrik Munther – 9/7
Tant Strul – 10/7
Kebnekajse – 17/7
Top Cats – 23/7
Jimmy Cliff – 1/8
Marit Bergman – 7/8
Iggy & The Stooges – 10/8
M.A Numminen – 13/8
Janne Schaffer – 14/8
Magnus Uggla – 17/8
Rikard Wolff – 21/8
Eldkvarn – 24/8
Lars Winnerbäck – 27/8
Lars Winnerbäck – 28/8
Kapten Röd – 7/9
Den Svenska Björnstammen – 13/9
Opeth – 14/9
Takida – 20/9
The Hives – 21/9

Top of the morning to you

Dagens LOB

Those were the days

Gjorde hockeydebut när jag var sex-sju år och har alltid kunnat gå hem rakryggad efter en match. Vi har under dessa år varit om inte framgångsrika så i värsta fall ändå kämpat till sista andetag. Fem guld har det blivit sen jag började gå på hockey men nu kommer det nog tyvärr ta väldigt lång tid igen. Min son fyller ett år nu i April och jag tror inte att han kommer få förmånen att se ett Djurgården som Svenska mästare innan han fyllt nio, som jag fick.
Vi måste nu gemensamt kämpa för föreningens bästa, för framtida segrar. Personlig prestige måste läggas åt sidan om vi ska komma någonstans. Hela styrelsen måste ställa sina platser till förfogande. Hela den sportsliga organisationen måste bytas ut. Spelarna ska vara glada om dom får stanna kvar, men ingen som spelat ner Djurgården kan förvänta sig att det ses mellan fingrarna om man inte vill spela upp oss igen.
Ikväll måste vi vinna, och sen fortsätta att vinna allt.
Elitserien eller Allsvenskan nästa år spelar egentligen inte roll. De som dragit ner Djurgården i denna avgrund måste omedelbart bort.

Hello World!

This Saturday marks the start of the football season with the away game at Elfsborgs. Our caravan of love will start from Nacka at 8:15 PM, Enskede at 8:30 PM and Aspberget 8:45 PM. We recommend that you eat a big breakfast and bring a lilac bag of 'Färdkost'. You will only pay 450 SEK incl match ticket for this magical mystery tour to the back side of Sweden. DON'T FIGHT IT, FEEL IT - PL§13 TOURS

Greetings, Tim Burgess

Vårvärme

Fredagskväll på balkongen med en god öl. Nåt grillat med bea på det.
Åh, vad härligt.

Snart grönskar det. Part II

Snart grönskar det

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Till en supporterpolis

AVGÅ STYRELSEN!

Ni har misslyckats på alla plan!
Försvinn från vår förening!

INGEN I KLACKEN IKVÄLL!

En gnista kan tända en skogsbrand,
en droppe kan spränga en damm.
Ett ord kan ge styrka och klarhet,
och visa en det som är sant.
Dom tror dom kan hålla oss nere,
och lura en med sina spel.
Men den dagen vi har samlar vår styrka
ska vi visa dom att dom har fel.

- Huddinge, Huddinge - Hoola Bandoola Band

BOJKOTT AV DERBYT DEN 16:E

Nu har vi fått nog av polisens trakasserier. På derbyt den 16:e förespråkar vi, tillsammans med samtliga andra supportergrupper kring Djurgården för en total bojkott av klacksektionen. Polisen har startat ett krig som vi inte är intresserade av, vi vill bara se på hockey.

Brand of the year 2011

Tja bloggen. Vi har bestämt vad som var 2011 års bästa märke. Riktigt nice.

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Avgå DIF säkerhet!

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