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45 iPod Cases proposaient déjà des housses pour iPod faite avec de vieux vinyles - il est même possible d'envoyer les siens (!). Ils proposent désormais des boîtes pour iPod nano construites grâce à de vielles cassettes audio !



45 iPOD CASES are built from reclaimed 45 rpm records that are custom fit to your iPod. Choose from the 45 cases currently available. Why 45's? The center hole is the same size as the iPod's click-wheel. Cost: $45 of course.

45 iPod Cases

Live It Out

On the day we were supposed to leave
You changed your mind at the station
You had a nice apartment
There was a good bar downstairs
Your old friend worked there

I'll go anyway, I'll go anyway
They won't refund the ticket
Well, It's a good story

But I don't want to live it alone
Crash to take a chance
I wanna live it out
I know I'm already dead
No concrete adversity
Only traps of our own actions
How we wanted it to be
Now I'm never gonna see you again
You turned off

Vertabrae by vertebrae
Roll your way out of a coma
Look up, the nurse is smiling
What luck, the nurse is me
Your old body is dead
Your body's dead, you're a word instead
In my sleep I repeat it
Well, It's a good story

But I don't want to live it alone
Crash to take a chance
We were gonna live it out
Look at you, you're already dead
How will you remember me
Digging ditches out of boredom
Said you would never leave
Now you're never gonna be here again
You checked out

Dum dum dum dum dum
Sha la la la la
Dum dum dum dum dum

So tired of never sleeping

Get straight and wait here while I try to find the exit sign
When will you stop asking strangers, no one wants what we want
Keep one eye on the door, keep one eye on the bag
Never expect to be sure

You're working for the police and the private, the pirates and the pilots
Fingerprinted waiting for the train
a doctor, a writer, a hairdresser,
Felt up and fingerprinted waiting for the train

There's a place that ends here I know
When they close the gates I'll cry
So tired of never sleeping
The whole world wants what we're on

Didn't make this up I learned, I learned it from a friend
My friend is coming clean, she told me
Keep one eye on the door, keep one eye on the bed
Never expect to be sure who you're working for

You're working for the police and the private, the pirates and the pilots
Fingerprinted waiting for the train
a doctor, a writer, a garbage collector
Fingerprinted waiting for the train


Got to get out
Got to get to you, the orphanage is closing in an hour



The Police and the Private - Metric