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I keep the wolf from the door But he calls me up

With a dog in a bag, sleeping next to your ridiculous mind.

Gene Kelly rulz :)

Poate mi-a placut asa mult sa revad filmul asta si pentru ca e atat de cald zilele astea incat filmele in care ploua au un farmec aparte. Cumva, mi se pare ca primele dati cand l-am vazut nu m-au fascinat asa de tare secventele cantate si dansate, dar acum mi se par perfecte :) e unul din filmele care pot rula la nesfarsit la mine pe monitor, pe post de fundal sonor, chiar cand nu ma uit la ele.

At Home

Am revăzut Heima (At Home). E un documentar despre concertele neanunțate pe care le-au avut islandezii de la Sigur Ros în câteva orășele din Islanda, imediat după turneul din 2006.
Dincolo de faptul că filmul e realizat impecabil, și că muzica e minunată și imaginile sunt perfecte, am avut impresia tot timpul că transmite mai mult decât muzică și imagini.
E o întreagă filozofie în spate, e un film care nu vorbește doar cu simțurile imediate.
Undeva, în background, se simte îndemnul la o viață trăită pe îndelete, la răbdare, la liniște și la puterea de a aștepta "the better thing", as opposed to going with the flow.
Iar sentimentul pe care îl ai când se termină filmul nu se poate povesti nicicum, dar merită întru totul cele două ore în care fiecare piesă de pe albumul Takk primește propriul videoclip, în care membrii trupei isi spun povestile, si dupa care întelegi perfect de ce o astfel de muzica nu putea sa apară decât într-o astfel de țară.

could not accept and pretend

don’t be sad, I know you will,

Am aflat abia ieri ca exista, iar azi am ascultat doar piesa asta. Probabil pentru ca personajul este, de data asta, mai frumos decat muzica pe care o face. Nu stie sa cante, dar nu prea are de ales, pentru ca are prea multe de spus.
Exista un documentar despre el, se numeste The Devil and Daniel Johnston. E genul de film care iti arata, in 2 ore, cum creste si se defineste, si apoi cum imbatraneste un om, fara sa gaseasca niciodata ce cauta. Cel putin mie asta mi-a aratat. Probabil filmul vroia sa spuna altceva.



(Daniel Johnston - True Love Will Find You in the End)

finish your collapse and stay for breakfast

Shot in the Back of the Head

ultimul de la Moby
regizat de Lynch
de pe un album care iese in iunie.

I'm the greatest thing you've ever seen uh huh oh oh oh

de la ei imi placea mai mult halloween snow. dar n-am gasit-o. asa ca si asta e draguta. oricum, it's good to find nice things from time to time. 

(ezra furman & the harpoons)

pink and black and blue

m-ar fi plictisit in orice alt anotimp. ha

happy to treat you like a brother

 

 

i was walking on feet just like my fathers and my knees were trying to reach you at
your mothers cause my nose was screaming that you smelled like a lover but my hands
were happy to treat you like a brother then

we do the dance up on the plains
then i shake your shoulders
you push me down into the grains
who rubs our noses in the night? we do we do

pow pow now now pow pow now now

ive been into the plants and simple treasures
and i sew patches on pants and i get pleasure
and i dont make particular plans cause they dont matter
if you keep on foolin in bed with my sleeping patterns

we do the dance up on the plains
then i shake your shoulders
you push me down into the grains
who rubs our noses in the night? we do we do

Whats with all the changes since the time i was aware its like the apple eating people that we once were arent there
Did they empty out their pockets and debase their younger faces and you must make sure your happy when you leave your summer places
pretty little femur sitting in my cherry dream boat id be sad if your rejected from my hip bone and my knee if i sailed away from continents and touched my lovers hair then youd be very happy if i touched her there

Youd be very happy if i touched her there, i was very nervous how i felt in there i was very cautious whatd you say hey there
would you like to see me often though you dont need to see me often
cause id like to see you often though i dont need to see you often

we do the dance up on the plains
then i shake your shoulders
you push me down into the grains
who rubs our noses in the night? we do we do

She Fights For Her Life

(oren lavie - her morning elegance)

Sun been down for days

A pretty flower in a vase

A slipper by the fireplace

A cello lying in its case

Soon she's down the stairs

Her morning elegance she wears

The sound of water makes her dream

Awoken by a cloud of steam

She pours a daydream in a cup

A spoon of sugar sweetens up

And She fights for her life

As she puts on her coat

And she fights for her life on the train

She looks at the rain

As it pours

And she fights for her life

As she goes in a store

With a thought she has caught

By a thread

She pays for the bread

And She goes...

Nobody knows

Sun been down for days

A winter melody she plays

The thunder makes her contemplate

She hears a noise behind the gate

Perhaps a letter with a dove

Perhaps a stranger she could love

And She fights for her life

As she puts on her coat

And she fights for her life on the train

She looks at the rain

As it pours

And she fights for her life

As she goes in a store

With a thought she has caught

By a thread

She pays for the bread

And She goes...

Nobody knows

And She fights for her life

As she puts on her coat

And she fights for her life on the train

She looks at the rain

As it pours

And she fights for her life

Where people are pleasently strange

And counting the change

And She goes...

Nobody knows

the music the music the music

...................



my morning jacket - christmas curtain
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my morning jacket - lowdown
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Too much, too bright, too powerful

Appliances have gone berserk
I cannot keep up
Treading on people's toes
Snot-nosed little fools

And I can't face the evening straight
And you can offer me escape
Houses live and houses speak
If you take me there you'll get relief
Believe, relief, believe

(Thom Yorke solo acoustic - Last Flowers Till the Hospital)

From an old version of radiohead.com: "last flowers till the hospital is a sign discovered in oxford -my unhealthy obsession with these institutions. analysts may get the connection. ambulances scream past my house at all hours of the day and night like the confessionals of Larkin's Ambulances."

give it, give it, give it, give it, give it Until you just can't give no more

So you're wishing that you never did
All the embarrasing things you've done
And you're wishing you could set it right
And you're wishing you could stay tonight

(Yeasayer - Tightrope)

nothing new to show me

clap your hands say yeah! - over and over again
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wakinguptooearly

9.39
still looking for something lost

i never meant for it to grow like this. i've no control anymore

vreau sa il mai vad. de multe ori. de multe ori.

cu intarziere, de la de-phazz