byebasil

i am the astronaut in the sky

2012-01-21T12:27:00.002+01:00

amanda... so you're telling me a fairy tale...?

lot of strange things are happening lately, not that i want to share all of them here. no, no ;) TOO WIERD, belive me, even for me!
Except a huge celeb crush. Who - i really dunno why - brings this song to my mind.

I am the spaceman flying high
I am the astronaut in the sky

and as we're here with all the astronaut, space topics, there is also another song which MUST be reminded in here. By my lovely amanda palmer, whom i have seen live twice in poland, and i want more.

It was almost two years ago. First gig was in wroclaw in a great theater and it was very posh and blah blah blah. Second gig got place two days later, and it was one of those ninja gigs that amanda gives quite often.
It was a mix of stand-up and gig. She inspired me to buy my own uke :)

And as the dresden dolls are back on tour. TOGETHER. and i really would LOVE to see them.. no, it's not 'love to see them'. it's more than that... here is amanda's astronaut.

you are, my love, the astronaut!

got some more space themed songs. Actually i could just paste all the 'ziggy stardust' lyrics in here. but there are some more than special songs among ziggy era. and this is one of them:

keep your 'letric eye on me babe
put your ray gun to my head
press your space face to mine love
freak out in the moonage daydream

DON'T FAKE IT BABY! lay your real thing on me.

[and i'm far far away]

Then I see you standing there

2012-01-19T18:03:00.002+01:00

All I know
Is everything is not as it's sold
but the more I grow the less I know
And I have lived so many lives
Though I'm not old
And the more I see, the less I grow
The fewer the seeds the more I sow

Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try
Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try
Try... Try

I wish I hadn't seen all of the realness
And all the real people, are really not real at all
The more I learn, the more I learn
The more I cry the more I cry
As I say goodbye to the way of life
I thought I had designed for me

Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try
Then I see you standing there
I'm all I'll ever be
But all I can do is try ohh try
Try... Try... Try... Try

All of the moments that already passed
We'll try to go back and make them last
All of the things we want each other to be
We never will be, we never will be
And that's wonderful, that's life

perfect.

Sufjan, follow the path

2011-11-29T17:15:00.003+01:00

Vesuvius
I am here
You are all I have
Fire of fire
I'm insecure
For it is all
Been made to plan
Though I know
I will fail
I cannot
Be made to laugh
For in life
As in death
I'd rather be burned
Than be living in debt

Vesuvius
Are you ghost
Or the symbols of light
Or a fantasy host?
In your breast
I carry the form
The heart of the Earth
And the weapons of warmth

Vesuvius
The tragic oath
For you have destroyed
What the elegants know
Oracle, I've fallen at last
But they were the feast
Of a permanent blast

Vesuvius
Oh, be kind
It hasn't occurred
No it hasn't been said
Sufjan, follow the path
It leads to an article of imminent death
Sufjan, follow your heart
Follow the flame
Or fall on the floor
Sufjan, the panic inside
The murdering ghost
That you cannot ignore

Vesuvius
Fire of fire
Follow me now
As I favor the host

Vesuvius
Fire of fire
Follow me now
As I favor the ghost

Vesuvius
Fire of fire
Follow me now
As I favor the host

Vesuvius
Fire of fire
Follow me now
As I favor the ghost

Vesuvius
Fire of fire
Follow me now
As I favor your host

Vesuvius
Fire of fire
Follow me now
As I favor the ghost

Vesuvius
Fire of fire
Follow me now
As I favor the ghost

Follow me now
Or follow down

Why does it have to be so hard?
Follow me now
Or follow me down

Why does it have to be so hard?
Follow me now
Or follow me down

Why does it have to be so hard?

and i am not sorry for this part of me

2011-11-20T12:07:00.003+01:00

i've discovered why this song (below) is so awesome - because it's like anony's and patrick's collaboration. YEY!

As we fall back into the impossible dream

2011-10-13T19:42:00.003+02:00

it's true. your old love never dies.

Is this forever, ever?

this album is like a definition of autumn.

lately i've been riding a bike, close to my home, but i have gone into different direction than usually. I have found a park, one that i have never seen before. i only knew it was there, but it never seemed to be any interesting for me. until then. i got there in the evening. the only colour that can describe the weather and time of day is grey. all around couples were sitting on benches, staring into each other eyes. it was like the best place for a date. first date. or one of the very first meetings. it was pure magic. nobody was checking on others.
i started thinking about 'the magic position'. and while i was looking on those couples music was playing in my head... now that the dreams are all coming true, who is the one that leads me on through..? IT'S YOU!

and isn't marianne a beautiful name?

love letters straight from your heart. Pt. I

2011-09-02T12:36:00.002+02:00

two days ago i went to my first uni (i have mentioned it some time ago that i have not only studied cultural but albo animal sciences). I have not been there since 2006, the last day i remebmer was some exam i took in september. and right after it i started taking my driving lessons. two years later - in 2008 - i got a letter from the university saying that i have been removed from students lists. what a surprise! But my documents (A levels summary and high school diloma) have stayed there for all these years. I didn't need them (had copies), so why bother.. suddenly, on monday i thought that maybe i should go there and go on a little music journey to 2005/2006. i made an apoitment with dean's office fon wenesday.

what did i listen to in 2005? what was my biggest inspiration and love?
antony of course!
i have met someone who loved antony as much as me, and while we were seeing each other for few autumn months we have both been sinking into antony more. i remember lying under the tree close to the uni on saturday, and listening to ant. i remember recording some of his b-sides and sharing them. and i remember one particular album i made. it was called 'the origin of angry inch' (yep, hedwig). the song i have put there were:
1. perry como - catch a falling star
2. eM - to wigh impossible things (the cure cover) here
3. cabaret - electric chair song here
4. the black lips (antony's cabaret) - love letters
5. antony - virgin mary
6. royksopp - what else is there
7. INXS - by my side
8. army of lovers - obsession
9. rafal olbrychski - slodko gorzki here
10. hedwig ost - the origin of love
11. hedwig ost - angry inch
12. hedwig ost - wig in a box
13. hedwig ost - midnight radio
14. coldplay - fix you

soooooo, on wenesday, when i went to the far far far university i was listening to it, but somehow i forgot to put antony's songs onto the playlist. i was riding round the city for good few hours, because i needed to collect some stupid stamps from few libraries, and the whole time i was missing something. i felt absolutley nothing when i saw the campus and the ugly blue, green and red buildings. when i finally finished my adventure with the worst university i have ever heard of, when i finnaly grabbed my docs and left building number 23 'animal sciences building', when i got on the underground and changed the playlist, i randomly put ant on. and then i felt it. a big big kick of memories. i was tranfered to september 2005, i was meeting my ex gf and listen to antony, i was writing what he wrote on his cheek and taking pics, i was thinking that his name would be the one i could tattoo on my body (what i did last year finally), i was thinking that it's so amazing that ant sings my heart out. i kinda fell in love with him. i had dreams with him and about him. he was singin just for me. i went to mazuria and lied on the hammock in the woods and was listening to 'frankenstein', to 'just one star', 'a man needs a maid' and to other rare songs.
and for years frankenstein has become the greatest love song i have ever heard:

just to mention, i was coming home yesterday, after a very good day at the production and of course i listened to antony on the underground. i fucking started to cry. i know, i'm too old for that kind of shit, but he really melts me, he breaks me into thousands little pieces.

you can check the greatest version of fistfull of love and where is my power here, on hennwill's bootleg from warsaw 2009: a kind of stream...

DIVINE!

2011-08-23T21:18:00.001+02:00

You’ll be filled, filled with the good things again
You’ll be fulfilled, you’ll be filled full
You’ll be filled, filled with the good things again
You’ll be fulfilled, you’ll be filled full

When I lived in Olympia
I would drink myself to sleep
Sleepwalk in coma deep

When I lived in Olypmia
I closed my heart and prayed for scythe
To come deliver before first light
(my wrong was right??)

When my father called, wouldn’t let him in
My sister rang to no answering
Thinking of sin, this love in me
Lost to a shame that had hollowed me.
I let no one in.
I was thinking of sin, thinking of sin, thinking of sin,
of this love in me.

I travelled north by north-west
And found no love, found no love
South by south-west
Found no love, found no love
South, back to north
And still no love, so back to source
Where you came to me said “you are my love, welcome back to love”

And you threw me down on my filthy bed
Good stock you are, you said
Loved me deeper than anyone has ever been
You saw in me, i’ve been unseen

My darling, my conqueror, the conqueror, the conqueror
You said “we’ll find feet for you, boy, on the good earth, the good earth”

You’ll find feet on the good earth again
You’ll be fulfilled, you’ll be filled full.

My darling, my conqueror

You’ll find feet on the good earth again
You’ll be fulfilled, you’ll be filled full.

Kiss you goodnight.

our hopes and expectations

2011-07-17T22:41:00.003+02:00

Time - He's waiting in the wings
He speaks of senseless things
His script is you and me, boy

Time - He flexes like a whore
Falls wanking to the floor
His trick is you and me, boy

Time - In Quaaludes and red wine
Demanding Billy Dolls
And other friends of mine
Take your time

The sniper in the brain, regurgitating drain
Incestuous and vain, and many other last names
I look at my watch it says 9:25 and I think "Oh God I'm still alive"

We should be on by now

You - are not a victim
You - just scream with boredom
You - are not evicting time

Chimes - Goddamn, you're looking old
You'll freeze and catch a cold
'Cause you've left your coat behind
Take your time

Breaking up is hard, but keeping dark is hateful
I had so many dreams, I made so many breakthroughs
But you, my love, were kind, but love has left you dreamless
The door to dreams was closed, your park was real and greenless
Perhaps you're smiling now, smiling through this darkness
But all I have to give is guilt for dreaming

We should be on by now

the fisherman's daughter

2011-07-14T13:06:00.002+02:00

Always had a drive for sea, lighthouses, ships and folk music. how great combination is that?
Few years ago (um.... like over ten years ago acually), I was fascinated by Ireland. Add everything from above and check the great folk music it gives.

One of the greatest songs ever written, with one of the most beautiful lyrics EVER:

The whole album was my theme for the cost journey last week. And maybe it wasn't what I expected, maybe I got lost in the previous Kings Of Leon album, but still it's worth listening to. You can really feel the sea somewhere there. A lot (the title is This Is The Sea)!

It's also very much 80's style album (dooh!). But trumpets and violins are so good. And lyrics of course. Especially these:

Other songs that come to my mind when I think about the sea are of course Patrick Wolf's - To the Lighthouse for example.

But also check out what's beneath:

And this note could not exist without The Frames, because they're from Ireland and because I first heard them on the cost:

lost in the blinding whiteness of the tundra

2011-06-30T11:53:00.011+02:00

I don't want to anchor two topics of today in any emotional fuck ups from last months. They both need to be clear and transparent.

That's why the hardest part of writing them is to put some music in here. Because everything somehow reminds me of the emotional side of last... year... It's always been like that. Music reminds me and music is my personal diary. But even if don't find any good songs, it is still very important what I want to say.

Anyway.

In one month I will be one of millions young people with higher education, no job and no perspective. For now I only don't have a job and perspective ;) I am really proud of myself that I have managed to finish the Uni, to pay for it, and believe me it wasn't easy. When I started six years ago (I changed Uni after the first year, and basically changed my life) I used to have one, maximum two days off during the whole month. I had no time to meet my firneds and some of them still have a problem with understanding that. But they make other choices. I make mine.

I will always think "what would happen if i didn't change the uni? who would I be now?" I was studying animal sciences and one day somenthing happened and I simply changed university. Just like that. One phone call, one moment I was saying goodbye to 13 years of learning biology.
I was soooo down and my new uni lifted me up, because I starded believing that I really have something inside my head. That even my abstract thinking can be a good thing.
And that the fact that I am a bit different than other people is GOOD. Everybody from my new uni was different, we were kinda a group of freaks. And we have stayed like that for all those years, and we managed to care for each other and ourseleves. Totally accepting who we are, how we are, how bad asses we can be at times and how sweet and crazy and romatinc we can get (yuk!). Also - we never triend to change anyone of us.
And now everything is done. It ended. Just like that.

Future will show us how strong or how weak we are.

Most of my friends have finished humanistic schools. We are good with emotions, philosopies, arts, media, theories of ..everything, history. But nobody is now interested in it. Pity. Ok, life goes on, we can't give up.

But we also can't compare and compete with others.
I am really happy for my friend who gets job offers few times a month, for money that my whole family would earn in six months. It's cool, I'm proud of him, honestly! And at the same time I am very sad for another friend who loses job as often as I do, and always makes bad decisions.
It's normal.
What I hate is to see my best friends loose themselves in unreal life and money. Making money the only valueble thing in life. And comparing people on basis of their salaries.
Or amount of parties they can go to during the week.
I know I'm a hard person, I know i live in my own world and i know that i always criticize everything and most of my friends think that I'm not ok with everything. But no. I don't want my closest friends to get totally fucked up by taking part in rat race.
I will also not compare to them. Because I know my strong parts, I know how good I can be with people. And you all have something! You don't have to be brought down because you don't fit. Because you're different than 1000 other kids in your school.

Clear?

That's why I will never tell him "Oh, I envy you so much!", I don't. We're just diffent. But it doesn't mean that we can't be friends and support each other.

And be happy when that other persons succeeds!

Remember - never envy your friends.

Second thing for today.. I've been waiting the whole week to write it:

it's been exactly 5 years since my first antony concert.

I remember it was a crazy day. Had two exams on my previous uni (microbiology and genetic something something..), came back home, changed clothes, hurried for a train. When we got to Poznan and when the gig started I moved to another dimension.
Antony moves me, deeply, like no other artist does. That's why I chose his name for my first tattoo ;)

In other people I still look for his tenderness.

I don't want the world to be like this:
"Ice flow, nowhere to go, lost in the blinding whiteness of the tundraaaaaaa".

Ok, finishing. I know it's cheezy, but really, please - never try to change the way you are. If anybody has a problem with it - it's their problem, not yours.
During the years you can loose lots of fake friends, fall in love unhappily and have a feeling that your life it a constant fight.

But what matters the most is to be around ppl with whom you can simply share happy moments. Like my old professor said "a friend in happyness is a friend indeed" (no rhyme, shit!:))

I wouldn't want it any other way

2011-06-24T18:32:00.005+02:00

The phenomenon of Depeche Mode is that you can understand their lyrics on so many levels. They can be nice and lovley and totally heavy at the same moment.

When I was 15 years old, I obviously couldn't understand Dave or Martin singing about lust that rules your life, or how much you want somebody that you can even listen to lies and pretend the love, or how fucking dangereous you get sometimes and how much you want that other person to let you be so dangereous.

I also love that fetishist side of Martin's lyrics.

It all, somehow, lifts you up and lets you be that dangerous person.
And that is one of arts role in our lives - to let you become someone else for a moment or two.
But what happens when you don't want to come back?

I could carve all of those lyrics on my forehead today...

DANGEREOUS!

It's all far from being light and nice. It's all so... oh I don't know, overpowering.

But let me.

And this is the perfect love song for tonight:

It's all so surreal.

coffee, republic and cakes

2011-06-14T17:45:00.002+02:00

It's the disease of the age
It's the disease that we crave
Alone at the end of the rave
We catch the last bus home

Corporate America wakes
Coffee republic and cakes
We open the latch on the gate
Of the hole that we call our home

Maybe we're victims of fate
Remember when we'd celebrate
We'd drink and get high until late
And now we're all alone

Wedding bells ain't gonna chime
With both of us guilty of crime
And both of us sentenced to time
And now we're all alone

wake me out of that deep sleep, darling

2011-06-04T13:09:00.002+02:00

it's been hard lately

can you feel a little love?

2011-05-26T23:09:00.003+02:00

it's been over ten years now. depeche mode and me. It all started in april 2001, I saw 101 on mtv and got totally carried away. especially when i heard he crowd singing 'everything counts'.
it was a foundation to my concert attitude. i always cry when i hear people sing like that. aww.. ;]

anyway. i was sinking into depeche mode world. day after day i was getting deeper and deeper into martin, dave and fletch. never really loved alan. but of course i'm glad that he was in this band and did what he did. loved the world of depeche mode. finally i cut myself out from the world, spent whole days with earphones and didn't really give a fuck about the world outside.
i was given three cds by a guy i met on our depeche mode barrel chat - construction time again, sofad and ultra.
than - really don't remmber how i got the money - i bought tix for DM's concert in warsaw. it was not going to be my first gig at all, but believe me, what was happening at my home about that gig was HELL. my parents did not want to let me go there. the gig was scheduled for september 2nd, so another months we spent on arguing why i should or shouldn't go there. but as i bought two tickets, it was obvious that i'm taking my sister (older) or she's taking me - depends if we look from my parents' or my side ;) i was crazy about this band. i was SO crazy. i remember wearing only black clothes, heavy boots, recording EVERYTHING that was in the tv (and the promotion of 'exciter' and warsaw's gig started so there was a lot to record). i still have those video tapes, but as everything can be now found on youtube i don't really feel the need to play them. i also was buying everything with depeche mode. posters, papers, bagdes.. everything. and i bought a book.
band's biography written by steve malins. i kept it waiting for vacation, so i was reading it during family holiday on the coast.
i love the sea.
depeche mode + sea = you can't get more. or maybe only dm + sea + a good lover can be any better.
of course i loved the book.

and now.
two days ago i went to empik - book store. while i was getting there i wanted to call my sis to tell her that 10 years ago, in may, about that time, i bought tix for one of the greatest concert of our lives in that particular place.
did not really knew what i wanted to check in the store, so i was just passing and wandering between shelves with tones of books. needed to look at any different books than the ones about media and new media and new new media and any fucking kind of the media. i came up to the music books department and started to glaze without any thoughts in my head. than realized that i was looking on the new edition of that malins' biography, updated with years 2000-2006. holy shit.
suddenly i felt like i was going back in time. i really felt like i had 15 years again. like somebody has written down a part of my life!

sth from the year 2001:

ps. this is the only JUDAS that should ever count:

ps2. if you listen to 'i am you', imagine stars exploding in the sky :)

so much more than everything

2011-05-21T12:13:00.008+02:00

yes, it's going to be another note of the old person, who wants to turn back the time. not even because i want to live through everything again, cos i don't. i wish i could feel some things as much as i did in the past.

always knew i'm gonna use this sentence somewhere. and it's the right time and the right place.
feeling homesick for a place that doesn't exist.
it's like the motto of my generation. everybody longs for something but nobody knows for what exactly.

all these songs remind me of times when i was surrounded more by my own imagination, than facts that were really happening. but hey, what can you do, when you totally love your inner world and the outer one makes jokes of you most of the time? or you just feel that you don't fit. simple as that.
it's not bad. it's good for you, because you can be whoever you want to be, you can do whatever you like to do. I've gone through lots my other personalities, i've created myself many times.

but the core is always the same.

one part of it is a friend of mine. i will write about her some other time, because it's a long long long and boring story. nothing happened, we still like each other, still write emails, call sometimes. don't really meet these days. and that's something that's driving me mad. she was acually the only one who ALWAYS believed in me, who was always more supportive than any other person in the world, she wanted me to conquer the world and stay honest with myself and she was the the one who told me that every decision i make in my life will be good for me and she will always stand by my side. she was the one who practically saved my life. who slapped me in the face when i wanted to make a change that would really harm my life.

so.
her birthay is coming this week.
let me celebrate it by few songs.
songs of longing and/or songs of those times. some breake me into thousands of little pieces.

and the biggest killers:

or is it an aeroplane?

2011-05-20T15:45:00.000+02:00

two GREAT songs of the last week:

i love the lyrics, love the music, love jd, love the whole album. if you haven't heard it yet, check it, it's called 'talk about body'.

and

they are going to have a great career. and it's really hard not to love them.

and today was the premiere of patrck's new video for 'house' :)
here it is:

why kd is so important for me

2011-05-15T23:57:00.004+02:00

it's one of milions of her words. and it's only a part of her wisdom. some may not even get it and still think that i'm stupid cos i like her.

but she makes me think. she makes my brains work.

to everyone who doesn't get that you can have a different point of view, that you can feel in a different way, that you don't have to care about what the whole world thinks.

being yourself means constant working on your fucking ego. people change. it's not even growing up. it's coming to terms with the fact that you are not the most important person in eveybody's lives. it's about enjoying who you are, what you have, the world that surrounds you. you don't have to explain it all to your so called friends. you don't have to explain youself at all.
and deffinitely it's not about fighting for the attention. if you don't get the attention because of being yourself, it's really not good. playing is not good for you. nor for the others.

it's about understanding that you not only have to be a friend in need. sometimes you just have to be a friend. sometimes just be.
just give a fucking shit about sth else than you own ass.

just nineteen

2011-05-01T12:08:00.004+02:00

it's really funny how different things stick to your mind and after years they are so mixed with each other. together, they make this strange cloud of your fantasies, facts, dreams, feelings, emotions, colours... everything.

that's how it is for me and placebo, oscar wilde, first year of high school, snowing in april and the great creation of basil who i still call my alter-ego and who has grown into byebasil in the 'real' virtual world.

it's also the way how two sping weekends of 2003 merged in one.

ok.
spring has already started. it was the end of march or first week of april, can't remember. the year... 2003.
yes, 'sleeping with ghosts', which is for most of placebo fans the most important album, had it's premiere. my friends and i left school early of friday and tried to make most of first sping signs in the city. and as i was crazy about stealing posters from the streets i took off the placebo one from some wall. then we went to the biggest music store in warsaw and i asked them if they could give me a now poster instead of the stolen one, because mine is a bit broken and i'd love to have a nice poster. they said no. well...

the merged part of that memory is that i also remember a meeting with my friend from the polish depeche mode board, which also took place somewhere during that days, who also loved placebo. we went to that same store on friday, i had the same poster. there was a meeting with our favourite music journalist at the time - piotr stelmach.
after that i came back home, packed and my parens and i left for mazury (district in poland with lots of lakes and woods). we were almost there when it started to snow. so heavy! we drove into this white tunnel of snow, of the biggest snowflakes i have ever seen! and yes, it was april.
we got to the cottage house, warmed by the fireplace and before i went to sleep i started reading 'picture of dorian grey'. the next day was totally surreal. i was waking this long wood road to the lake, it started to snow again and i was listening to marc almond's 'stranger things'. i remember listening to song called 'glorious' and i have felt glorious as well. came back to the house, finished the book, unpacked my notebook and pen and started writing. i finished at about 4am but my favourite story was finished. it was the story of basil, a teenager who is madly in love with an older woman. suddenly he loses consciousness in a bus and wakes up at her place.

and placebo was at that time a really alternative band. brian was like a god child of david bowie. his make ups and dresses were so exciting to watch, thinking that you can't get more... i dunno, strange? but there was a part of me that wished to become a boy and start being like brian, to paint my nails black and wear tones of make up. and be so undefined.

alright. the music.

oh and what i wanted to tell you all by this note..
placebo for me is now like a teenage fantasy. when i say placebo i automatically go on a jurney to my teeange years. and i don't want to cry out that "i'm getting old.." but the truth is that i am. and the older i get, the harder it gets to have all of those fantasies. but the most important thing is to never stop.
N E V E R S T O P.
because one day you will wake up as the old, bitter person with no dreams in your head.
ok, i know, you won't pay your bills with the dreams (that would be cool, eh?) but being old and bitter is something i hope i will never be.

we all need to have a bit of kitten in ourselves.

wrong reason and the wrong rhyme

2011-04-26T10:12:00.002+02:00

since byebasil's motto comes from kate bush, who i love, i think it's the time to tell you a bit about my relationship with her.

the songs i want to place here today are the ones i always listen to when things are going bad. when i know they can get worse, and that they probably will. but as i want a moment of peace and great fantasy i open 'aerial' and play songs titled 'nocturn' and 'aerial'.

it's over 15 minutes long jurney to the world of honey, sea, beautiful costs, sunsets that make you shiver.
it doesn't really matter that after these 15 mins you have to come back on earth and take another slap in the face. and try to be brave, and don't show that you feel let down. AGAIN.
the funny thing is, that it alaways happens on the same time of the year and that i always try to smile listening to kate bush's songs.
if i start listening to her, it means that the big drama is on its way.

she's like a pain killer, a really beautiful one.
and crying to her songs is more pleasant that crying to any others.
'aerial' is like lying on the beach alone and thinking 'when, for the fuck's sake, everything will be as i want it to'.

but still.. things have gone:

wrong reason and the wrong rhyme

come closer, to where we belong

2011-04-13T11:03:00.008+02:00

i forgot to write about patrick's gig in warsaw.

it's only because i still find it hard to descibe it.

i saw the rehersal, spent most of the time backstage.

really couldn't get more. i'm sooo happy. these are the moments when your inner 13 year old goes ecstatic. moments to remember forever. moments that you don't want to describe in every little detail, because you only want to have them in your head. that's why i won't write everything.

polish wolf pack - best audience in the world! even tho i didn't come out to them as the founder of polish tribe fb fanpage ;)

patrick and his band loved the basket they were given with polish vodka - zubrowka and some polish sweets. yey.

OH! and the videos :)

polish audience is really cool because we always do something for the artist, there always is some little surprise when the band is on the stage.
during placebo's gig there were soap bubbles over the whole audience, during u2 ppl created BIG polish flag when they were singin 'new year's day'.
and on patrick's gig ppl took out papers with 'THIS IS THE TIME OF MY LIFE' writings.
it looked like that:

the audiece also had tones of glitter which sticked to the floor and the whole club was coverd with it.

patrick played 'damaris' and 'to the lighthouse', both made me cry as fuck.
but don'tget me wrong, the gig was filled with happiness and joy :) i just got carried away by music, and amount of emotion etc.

honestly - i couldn't ask for more.

and the new songs are so good. full of love. and you might say it's not really ptarick's style, but then tell me - what is?
he's a music genious and that's what i love most about him. everything he does, he does with his best.

and i'm also very happy that my favourite gig photographer - rafal nowakowski - was taking pics on that day.

fot. rafal nowakowski for go ahead

fot. rafal nowakowski for go ahead

fot. rafal nowakowski

and that's only one of two pics i got (second one is me and patrick, but i don't really want to post it in here, just mention;)):

i hope to see patrick again in poland as soon as possible.

and if still haven't heard - come, join the tribe: www.facebook.com/patrickwolf.poland

JUTRO!

2011-04-05T20:46:00.001+02:00

wild life!

2011-04-03T17:56:00.000+02:00

powoli zaczynam miec stan przedzawalowy.

fight fire with fire

2011-04-02T18:08:00.002+02:00

i confess

2011-04-01T11:53:00.002+02:00

dosko videłko!
ewidentnie kierowane do nieco mlodszej publicznosci, co bardzo mi sie podoba.
sama mialam wprawdzie problem z kd na poczatku, ale jak zlapalam bakcyla to sie nie moge uwolnic. jest totalnie super i kazdy kto ocenia ja tylko na poziomie 'jezuuu, jaki babochlop' ty bardziej powinien posluchac.
z reka na sercu jestem w stanie sie zalozyc ze wiekszosc moich znajomych jej muzyka by sie spodobala, musieli by tylko wylaczyc swoje kretynskie komentarze.

ach
i confess - sąg z nowej plyty 'sing it loud'.

getting a bit crazy right now

2011-03-28T18:58:00.003+02:00

kocham patrzec jak antek wyraza siebie, jak 'tanczy', wtedy gdy nei siedzi przy fortepianie.

i love looking at antony, how he dances an expresses himself, when he's not sitting by the piano.

have you met my family? (eng ver)

2011-03-24T10:51:00.002+01:00

firstly let me say that I think that my writing skills and general ability to use words are too small to properly describe the music, that i'm going to eye with.
writing about music is like dancing about architecture, the classic said, but seriously at the moment, it seems to me that dancing about bauhaus would be easier.
all this because something is drilling my heart in a positive way. and that's why it's so difficult to grasp, and thus - to describe.

second thing i want you to remember - i tend to get overemotional about things and what i'm going to write is as subjective as it can be. and maybe it's a bit strange fot me to be an emotional exhibitionist again, but hey, what are blogs for? so please frgive me if i sound like a 15yo emo kid.

i feel so little, smashed and knocked to the ground right now.
i usually measure my admiration for artists in my very own "scale of antony". he got me so blown away few years ago, that now i say "sth hit me as much as antony had". but usually i mean the emotional side, the music has nothing to do with antony.

all of a sudden ...

i know, this is the cover song, but believe me, the author's songs are equally good.
i totally appreciate the trained voice and music education of cn lester.
not that i don't appreciate ppl who just-have-the-talent, but just like that, in spite of all my love i have for non-professionals, sometimes it's really nice to listen to someone who can accually read notes and sing on their basis. i have the impression that every note, every sound is created intentionally, without any possible randomness.

this is deffinitly not the music created by accident.

and why do i link it with antony?
because of the level of lyricism, because of the piano and (of course) the voice. or rather, something that the voice wakes in me. i said it before - i can't describe it, it'so to hard to capture this feeling. such emotions should have some sort of a separate name.

great music doesn't need loud drums and smashing the guitars on stage to make you feel an earthquake inside.
time stops, and the world begins to disappear.
sometimes i want to experience music in concrete situations. while travelling on a train, a plane, lying on the beach, wandering through the city.
i'm listening to cn and i wanna do it other way round. i want abstract myself from the world around me, i just want it to be me and the music.

i remember (haha again a dentist stories / i wrote about my dentist - dominika few posts before) visit at dominika's once. we had our own tradition. i was bringing my favourite albums and we were listening to the music together. i began with david bowie, than got to the depeche mode phase and after a few years i brought 'i am a bird now'. right after few minutes, dominika said that she can't concentrate and this is not the music that you can listen and take care of other things.
i go a little upset then. such a slap in the face. but slowly i started to understand what she ment.
i like to focus on the music, the melody, the words. forget the world outside.

cn has a similar level of sensitivity, that antony has.
i wonder whether that sentence would even make sense and if it's understandable, but this is exactly what i feel. and that level of sensitivity truly refers to mine. i don't really see the sense of inventing more adjectives to describe how this music got me amazed.

i was just punched with cn's music and i'm really fine by it.
and can't wait to hear more :)

http://www.myspace.com/cnlester
you can buy mp3 on amazon and itunes.

fuck yeah!

have you met my family?

2011-03-23T16:02:00.005+01:00

(before you start using the 'awesome' google translate, let me say, that i will translate it myself. just gimme some time:))

najsampierw chcialabym powiedziec, ze uwazam, ze moje mozliwosci slowotworcze i w ogole mozliwosci wykorzystania slow sa zbyt male zeby wlasciwie opisac muzyke, z ktora wlasnie zamierzam sie zmierzyc.
pisanie o muzyce jest jak tanczenie o architekturze, jak mawial klasyk, ale serio w tej chwili wydaje mi sie ze zatanczenie czegos o bauhausie jest latwiesze.
to wszystko dlatego, ze jesli cos mi swidruje serdunio, to jest najtrudniejsze do uchwycenia, a co za tym idzie - do opisania.

druga rzecz, o ktorej prosze pamietac - jestem nadwrazliwa, a to co ponizej jest maksylanie subiektywne. az moze troche niezrecznie mi takie kluchy na widok publiczny wystawiac. no ale w koncu od czego sa blogi.

czuje sie taka malutka, rozwalona i powalona na lopatki.
zainteresowanie artystami zazwyczaj mierze skala antony'ego. uderzenie jakie otrzymalam przez niego kilka lat temu bylo ogromne, wiec zazwyczaj mowie 'pieprznelo mnie, jak antek'. tylko zazwyczaj ta muzyka zupelnie nie ma nic wspolnego z antkiem. AZ TU NAGLE...

ok. to cover, ale zapewniam, ze autorska reszta jest rownie dobra.
totalnie doceniam szkolony glos i muzyczne wyksztalcenie, ktore prezentuje soba cn.
nie zebym nie traktowala serio po-prostu-uzdolnionych, ale jakos tak, mimo milosci do nieprofesjonalistow, czasem fajnie sie oderwac i posluchac kogos, kto portafi czytac nuty i spiewac na ich podstawie. mam wrazenie ze kazda nuta, kazdy dzwiek sa maksymalnei przemyslanie. ze to nie jest muzyka stworzona przypadkiem.

dlaczego mi sie skojarzylo z antkiem?
przez poziom lirycznosci, fortepian i glos. albo raczej cos, co ten glos ze soba niesie. mowilam - nie umiem opisac, uchwycic tego czegos. taka jednostka powinna miec jakas osobna nazwe. wcale nie trzeba napierdalac w bebny i rozwalac gitar na scenie, zeby wywolac trzesienie ziemi w srodku siebie.
czas sie zatrzymuje, a swiat zaczyna znikac.
wiecie, czasem znajduje muzyke, ktorej chce doswiadczac w konkretnych sytuacjach. jadac pociagiem, lecac samolotem, lezac na plazy, szwedajac sie po miescie.
sluchajac cn mam dokaldnie na odwrot. chce sie wyabstrahowac ze swiata tak, zebym zostala tylko ja i glos.

przypominam sobie (haha kolejny raz o dentyscie sadyscie) wizyte u pani dominiki kiedys. mialysmy taki zwyczaj ze przynosilam jakas fajna plyte do niej i sluchalysmy razem muzyki. zaczelo sie od davida bowie, przeszlysmy faze depeche mode, az po kilku latach dotarlam do antka. przynioslam 'i am a bird now' i pani dominika po kilku minutach powiedziala, ze nie da rady, ze to nie jest muzyka przy ktorej mozna zajmowac sie innymi rzeczami.
troche sie wtedy zbulwersowalam, ze taki policzek wymierzony w takiego artyste. ale teraz powoli rozumiem. lubie sie skupiac na muzyce, na melodii, na slowach.

cn ma podobny poziom wrazliwosci, co antek.
zastanawiam sie koszmarnie dlugo czy w ogole takie zdanie ma sens i czy bedzie zrozumiale, ale dokladnie o to mi chodzi. a ten wlasnie poziom wrazliwosci uderza o moj poziom wrazliwosci i leci dalej jak domino. wymyslanie ilus kolejnych przymiotnikow do opisania tej muzyki uwazam za bezsens, wiec sobie odpuszcze.

po prostu dostalam po ryju i jest mi z tym wspaniale.

http://www.myspace.com/cnlester
mp3 do kupienia na amazonie i itunes.

fuck yeah!

a gentleman and a scholar

2011-03-20T23:49:00.002+01:00

nie bede sie rozpisywac.
po prostu wbicie we wszystko, w co moge sie aktualnie wbic.
szkoda, ze tak malo wszystkiego wszedzie.
to jest dokladnie TO. taki powiew antkowosci. czyli sa kolejni.
dobrze.

http://www.myspace.com/cnlester/music
http://cnlester.wordpress.com
http://www.youtube.com/user/CNLester84

i know it's a sin to kiss and swallow

2011-03-17T12:21:00.003+01:00

najpierw bylo tak, gdzies w okolicach drugiej klasy liceum. stelmach napierdzielal w pastelowym albo juz w 3maj z nami. nocne sluchanie. impreza placebowa w jakiejs ultraspelunie na pradze. fiu fiu. taka alternatywa. fak jea.

kilka lat pozniej krzys objawil sie w wersji nieco bardziej... kanciastej. sue jest zdecydowanie fajniejsza. niestety nigdy sie nei zalapalam na koncert z nia, ale po wsze czasy bede pamietac scisk, pot, goraczke, tiulowa sukienke, napierdzielajace gardlo, wyjazd na mazury nastepnego dnia i atmosfere przekurwaabsolutnego hedonizmu w hard rock cafe, roku panskiego 2007, gdzie zaliczylam swoj pierwszy koncert iamx.

ta piosenka na dlugie miesiace stala sie hymnem.

krzys jest dziwny i popieprzony. dziela jego wczesniejsze tez niczego sobie. ba, nawet bezkonkurencyjne.

no i po fakapie w postaci okropnie niespojnego kingdom of welcome addiction, ktory dobrze brzmi tylko na zywo.. krzysztof w koncu wyplul z siebie jakis konkret. okazuje sie jednak ze nie jest cofajacym sie szczylem, o co posadzalam go na podstawie jutubowych lajw nagran nowych piosenek. studyjnie - szacuneczek. bede tesknic za deanem, za tomem. ale nowym czlowiekom postanowilam dac szansce i nie zamykac sie na nowe ;)

voila:

na teledysk spuszczam kurtyne milczenia.

direct me to the sun

2011-03-05T17:04:00.007+01:00

moja kostka lodu dzis czuje sie rozpierdolona za przeproszeniem.
a glos brendana flowersa, plumkanie gitary i rytmiczne uderzenia perkusji sprawiaja, ze lzy mi sie same wyciskaja z oczu. i sie nie moge opanowac. do dupy taka zabawa. nie potrafie zbyt dokaldnie opisac tej chwili, ale chodzi mi o takie moment kiedy juz czujesz kluche w gardle, czujesz jak jest scisniete i slowa 'the end' migaja przed oczami jak ta gitara. troche jak przed kichnieciem, kiedy swedzi nos i juz wiesz, ze kichniesz. ale jak kichniesz, czy jak sie rozplaczesz, bedzie siara. i ludzie sie beda pytac 'ojejkuuu a co sie stalo?', a tobie sie nawet nie chce tego wszystkiego tlumaczyc, bo nie masz ochoty sie z tym w ogole mierzyc.
dziekuje.
tu mi sie przypomina wizyta u dentysty sprzed trzech lat i to jak bardzo probowalam sie powstrzymac od placzu, a nie moglam.

dancing on my own.

i ladny teledysk. ladne swiatla. ladna woda. ladna kula dyskotekowa. lubie kule dyskotekowe. szczegolnie lubie robic im zdjecia.

who am i to feel so free?

2011-03-02T18:23:00.001+01:00

czego chciec wiecej? antek i teczowy jednorozec. jestem w niebie.

pretty female dancers wanted / welcome to burlesque

2011-02-20T22:24:00.000+01:00

pierwsze sceny: wstep z krystyna - pierwsze 3 minuty - tragedia.
ale chyba ze swiadomoscia tego, tworcy filmu ten wstep na szczescie stworzyli dosc krotki.

pierwsze WOW: alan cummings, ten sam ktory pomagal kit w l wordzie prowadzic klub. bardzo pozytywny typ na moje oko (choc potem splamil swoj apostac jakims wybitnie dziwnym heteryckim wystepem). btw kojarzycie justina bonda? v played mistress of shortbus (according to v's latest hints about using v's name) - odsylam do fb lub www.justingbond.com. troche mi sie te dwie postacie ze soba kojarza.

w kazdym raziem. nastepuje scena z cher. cher jest genialna i wspaniala, i to wiadomo nie od dzis. lecz od lat 40. ponad! moglaby odrobine przystopowac z operacjami plastycznymi twarzy, bo faktycznie ci, co mowia ze czasem nie wiadomo co ma pokazywac w danym momencie jej twarz, maja racje ;)

juz podczas pierwszej piosenki w tytulowym klubie lapie sie na tym ze ryj mi sie szczerzy, i ze jest to najprawdziwsza "gejowska fantazja"! wszystkie najfajniejsze nuty z chicago zostaly tu bardzo dobrze zaadaptowane. nie chce tym samym powiedziec, ze cos zostalo zerzniete czy przeniesione. nie. po prostu jedne piosenki w chicago byly lepsze, inne gorsze. tu mam wrazenie ze poziom dobra jest na stalym poziomie i ze jest to to dobro wlasciwe.
klimat kabaretowo wodewilowy. i oczywiscie burleska. jakie to modne slowo ostantio!
za sto lat beda takie musicale o laskach tanczacych na rurach.

katem cher jeszcze. dobrze ze nie ma tam zadnego tanczenia w jej wydaniu, bo cher potrafi byc potrzasana w ramionach przystojniakow lub potrafi machac lapkami na zasadzie wyrzutow w gore. prawa-lewa, prawa-lewa. strong enough!
cher jest ewidentnie fag hag. "mr. tess? that is so hot".
ok, bo wlasnie. watek gejowski!
poki nie zobaczylam faceta wychodzacego z lozka owego faceta, to sie oczywiscie nie zorientowalam ze to on. ale to tez typowe dla mnie, nie raz i nie dwa zdarzylo mi sie slyszec o tym jaka mam fajna bransoletke od jakiejs fajnej-pani i nie miec pojecia o co chodzi. i sie orientuje po np dwoch miesiacach ze chodzilo o teczowe koraliki. standard.
a byliby taka ladna paraaaaa.... ;)
serio - sean - swietna postac.
tess - swietna postac. chemia miedzy nimi itd - genialnie napisane i dobrze zagrane.

krystyna i jej jacus - nie swietni. ale nie mozna miec wszystkiego tak?

+ zwroccie uwage pod koniec - krysytna oblizuje usteczka w ten cherowy sposob. wiec uznaje tez ten gest jako hold (holdzik?).

- bardzo szkoda ze wszystkie piosenki sa tak grane, ze nawet jak niby spiewaja na zywo to playback wali po galach.

acha no i jeszcze sag promujacy film - nowa piosenka cher.
piosenka jest super. pop guilty pleasure. z reszta pani, ktora ta piosenke splodzila ma na koncie wiecej hitow, chociazby if i could turn back time czy (chyba najgorsza piosenke na swiecie) unbreak my heart. szkoda tylko ze moment filmu w ktorym cher ja 'spiewa' jest tak ordynarnie tam niewpasowany. w ogole nie wiem wlasciwie po co i dlaczego. tzn wiem, ale z dupy i tak.

chcialabym powiedziec ze wyszlam z kina zachwycona.
percepcyjnie zdecydowanie polecam isc do kina.
a ze jest pozny niedzielny wieczor, to wlacze sobie raz jeszcze w wersji domowej.

she said she loved me, but she had somewhere to go

2011-02-20T13:25:00.000+01:00

oh, come on!

swego czasu jeździłam wte i wewte.
jest niedziela, a w niedziele zazwyczaj akurat jechałam wte, czyli do domu.

jednak podczas ruszania pociągu z ukochanego dworca warszawa centralna, brudnego i śmierdzącego, odpalałam zawsze (i nadal to robię, jak gdzieś jadę) specjalny zestaw pociągowy, który nie istnieje bez tych trzech piosenek.

to są piosenki dokładnie i idealnie obrazujące przyśpieszanie pociągu, wyjeżdżanie z tunelu, opuszczanie miasta, i rozpędzanie składu aż obrazy zaczynają się zlewać.

już od samego słuchania chce mi się gdzieś ruszyć!

jest jeszcze jeden sąg, który pretenduje do miana pociągowej piosenki, genialnie się go słucha jadąc przez prawie-nadmorskie-lasy wystawiając głowę przez okno:

tell me where is a friend when you need one

2011-02-19T12:11:00.003+01:00

najlepsza, najseksowniejsza, najpiękniejsza.
genialna ikona, genialny głos, genialna postać.

moją miłość do beth mogę opisywać godzinami i w kółko opowiadać historie związane z koncertem gossip w warszawie, w listopadzie 2009.

ale to innym razem.

beth solo. ja ją w każdej postaci love.

note to remember

2011-02-18T09:40:00.001+01:00

To straszne, ale chyba będę musiała zacząć pisać z polskimi znakami, ponieważ widzę, że blog jest odwiedzany przez translatora. sprawdzałam tłumaczenie bez tych liter i nie jest to zrozumiałe.

I tak, muszę wstawić taką notkę na bloga, żeby w ogóle o tym pamiętać :)

don't dream it, be it

2011-02-16T18:20:00.008+01:00

dwa dni, dwa musicale. ilosc emocji jest po prostu obezwladniajaca. mowie serio, ci co mnie znaja, wiedza, ze co jak co, ale do kiczowatych musicali to slabosc mam ogromna.

wczoraj w ramach festiwalu rowne prawa do milosci, a konkretnie na jego zakonczenie, zostal wyswietlony rocky horror picture show. pokaz odbyl sie w miejscu bardzo niefilmowym, mianowicie w och-teatrze. zadzialalo to na taki plus, ze HOHO.
och teatr, dla tych, co nie wiedza, jest bardzo specyficznym teatrem. scena jest polozona miedzy dwiema widowniami. ponad nimi powieszone sa ekrany, wiec oglada sie film patrzac w strone kilkudziesieciu osob siedzacych naprzeciwko.
rewelacja!

rocky horror jest dzielem calosciowym. ogladanie filmikow na yt jest przyjemne, ale najchetniej to bym ogladala calosc non stop. NON FAKIN STOP.
sprawdziam wlasnie - na wycinku z gazety telewizyjnej na temat rocky'ego horrora jest data- styczen 2000. dokladnie wtedy zobaczylam go pierwszy raz. to byl dla mnie czas przeabsolutnej fascynacji glamrockiem. (bo transowe musicale to juz od dziecka:)) pierdolniecie (z przeproszeniem) rockym bylo mocne.

film sam w sobie jest kultowy. na calym swiecie odbywaja sie imprezy tematyczne, z przebierankami, karaoke, gadzetami. no, generalnie ze wszystkim x100. czyli przegiecie, przesada i fasada. czyli, to co tygryski lubia najbardziej.
tim curry, grajacy franka'n'furthera zdobywa sympatie natychmiast. widzisz go pierwszy raz jak zjezdza winda, a potem charakterystycznym krokiem w gigantycznych szpilkach przechodzi przez sale 'balowa' i myslisz sobie 'ofaakkk, niech on nie znika z ekranu'. 10/10 za charakteryzacje i stroje. ale nie umniejszajac innym - wszyscy sa stworzeni rewelacyjnie: magenta, columbia, riff raff, brad i janet, i oczywiscie meat loaf. film oczywiscie nie jest skomplikowany, ale jest pokrecony. jest porabany. jest popieprzony. jest dziwny, jest totalnie... z innej planety.
nie chce sie silic na zadne jakies nie wiem co tutaj, jak napisalam, to jest calosc - lykasz to albo nie. wpadasz w ten swiat i nie chcesz z niego wyjsc, albo na dzien dobry mowisz 'o jezu. pedaly. naraa!'
ale tez, to nie jest jeden z tych filmow, po ktorych przez rok ma sie rozkmine 'a co jesli moje zycie naprawde nie ma sensu? co musze teraz zmienic?'. to jest film w ktorym piosenki sa IDEALNE. to sa najzlotsze, najlepsze lata 70. to sa najgenialniejsze rockowe piosenki. bez problemu ani zadnych oporow stawiam ten film na jednej polce z hair czy cats.
naturalnie tez struktura jest typowa dla musicali - koncowka jest taka, ze czapki z glow. ogladajac hair dostaje sie ciarek i wyplakuje sie ostatnie lzy, bo berger wsiada na poklad tego cholernego samolotu, a potem wszyscy tancza przy jego grobie. a tutaj tez jest patetycznie, ale na rocky horrorowy sposob. calosc oblana mala orgietka w basenenie. yeah. szacuneczek dla tima curry'ego za te szpilki - serio!

pan orlinski w recenzji, ktorej foto zalaczam, pisze, ze: "rhps to jeden z najbardziej kultowych filmow w dziejach fantastyki, pierwszy raz w polskiej telewizji! musze jednak ostrzec tych, ktorzy slowo "kultowy" blednie rozumieja jako okreslenie czegos dobrego". kurwa, za przeproszeniem. te 11 lat temu, to moze kompetencji nei mialam, chciaz cos mi nie pasowalo w tej pozal sie boze recenzji. ale teraz mam i podnosze reke, i pytam sie, czy pan tym samym chcial powiedziec ze film jest "zly"? no blagam.

przeciez nawet brad sie rozruszal :D

zalaczam tez moja jedna z moich ulubionych piosenek meat loafa, bo nie moge sie zdecydowac na zadna piosenke z filmu. ACH!

tak, musicale byly dwa. drugi tez ma 10/10. bylam na burlesce, ale napisze o niej jak przetrawie burze w mozgu.

OH ROCKY!

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ummm, beavis... get outta here!

2011-02-12T11:37:00.005+01:00

dobra, zafunduje sobie ten popkurturowy wypas i chyba pojde do kina na 'burleske'. oglodanie wywiadu z cher w ddtvn robi swoje.

otoz cher.

wlasciwie to jedna z takich postaci, o ktorej mozna pisac przez tyle pryzmatow, ze dziwie sie, ze polska strona na wikipedii jest az tak krotka.
tak czy owak, cher zaczelam katowac majac jakies 5 lat. katowac, nie sluchac. w ogole wtedy sluchalam dwoch kaset na zmiane: cher 'love hurts' i soundtracku z 'dirty dancing'. potem doszla jeszcze kaseta z muzyka z 'metra'. (i jak tu nie czuc sie gejem czasem... milosc do przebieranek i musicali od najmlodszych lat.. ze nie wspomne o pozniejszej milosci do 'priscilli, krolewej pustyni'. ach!).

ale ale. nie mialo byc o tym. mialo byc o tym, z czym kojarzy mi sie ponizsza piosenka. a kojarzy mi sie z poczatkami mtv w polsce. nie, nie mtv polska, tylko czasem, keidy tatusiowie dostawali zajoba na punkcie anten satelitarnych, a rynek nie byl skazony czyms takim jak 'operatorzy'. montowalo sie antene i sie mialo, takie programy, o ktorych polski pietnastolatek, wychowany w PRL-u nawet nie mogl marzyc. chociaz o analize emocjonalna raczej trzeba by pytac moja szanowna siostre. no ale wlasnie.

teledysk z beavisem i buttheadem powstal w 1994 roku, dokladnie pamietam, ze niezle nam odwalilo na jego punkcie. bo i cher (cos dla mlodszej siostruni), i dwa symbole hamerykanskiej popkultury kielkujacej w polandii (cos dla siostruni starszej).

nie pomne niestety, czy to bylo lato, czy jakas pozna wiosna... ale przez te cholerne, wyjatkowo tandetne kwiatki, teledysk ten nieodparcie przypomina mi lato i wakacje. takie wlasnie lato, jak sie je odczuwalo, jak sie mialo 8 lat.

wazny tez jest tu element integrujacy pokolenia, bo faktycznie tylko co jakis czas zdarzalo sie potem, zebysmy razem szalaly tak na punkcie jakiejs konkretnej piosenki.

tak, bardzo chce lato. BARDZO.

ps. w koncu kiedys zapuszcze wlosy i bede miec takie, jak ona! O!

let's play..!

2011-02-11T10:53:00.001+01:00

co ja sie bede rozpisywac. teledyski chronologicznie. ach!

crossfire!

2011-01-29T22:00:00.003+01:00

ok. brandon flowers moglby nie istniec. jest to jeden z tych artystow, ktorych mam totalnie gdzies. nie obchodzi mnie kim on w ogole jest, ile ma zon, ilu mezow, ile dzieci, czy cpa, czy lezy (chcialam napisac, ze krzyzem, ale to mi tez wisi) w domu jakiegos boga non stop. mam gdzies, to kto jest aktualnie w jego zespole, czy sie kloca, czy sie kochaja, jak fikaja na scenie, ile centymentrow dzieli mikrofon i krawedz sceny, w co sa ubrani. w ogole nie!
brandon flowers jest glosem.

dla mnie to ten glos jest tym, co sie czuje jak konczy sie lato. jak orientujesz sie, ze dni sa coraz krotsze. albo jak wyjatkowo musisz gdzies pojechac bardzo wczesnie rano i obserwujesz dobrze znana okolice przez totalnie nowa soczewke.
albo jak sie wsiada do pociagu i przez kolejne 5h gapisz sie bez mrugniecia powieka w przestrzen. obrazki migaja, zmieniaja sie kolory, gory, pola... o, i jestes na miejscu. a w miedzy czasie twoja glowa i twoje cialo wypelnilo sie slowem 'SPELNIENIE'.

mam wkrete. w piosenke.
ablum sie rozkreca. ale jest tak bardzo country, ze nie moge jeszcze do konca sie nim zachwycic. no i 'crossfire' poki co, jest jedynym hitem. chociaz, jak wiadomo, nawet ja jestem w stanie stracic glowe dla takiej kd np. wiec skoro lykam bez problemu 'shadowland' to i 'flamingo' wejdzie. najchetniej w nocnej podrozy autokarem przez andaluzje.

it's about that day we kissed

2011-01-26T16:13:00.005+01:00

oj.
bardzo dlugo oczekiwany teledysk. wlasciwie sama nie kumam dlaczego tak strasnzie mnie ta premiera podniecila, ale to chyba taka koncetowa podjarka + dobre promowanie na fb + wkreta w kochanie patricka na polish tribe (www.facebook.com.pl/patrickwolf.poland).

tak, bardzo kocham patricka. uwielbiam go. ale jednak to, co sprawa, ze tak go uwielbiam, to nie tylko to, jak wyglada, i ze ma slodki usmiech.

w pressie dot. warszawskiego kocnertu namazane stoi, ze the bachelor to rozwiniecie watkow z the magic position. z czym tak bardzo sie nie zgadzam, ze nie wiedzialam, ze w ogole jestem w stanie wylapac tak powazny blad i az tak powiedziec NIE. nie. the bachelor to nie jest kontynuacja. w wielkim skrocie: to mial byc dwuplytowy album the battle. pierwsza plyte patrick skonczyl dwa lata temu i nazwal ja the bachelor, druga miala byc scisla kontynuacja i miala nazywac sie the conqueror.
a ze tylko krowa nie zmienia zdania, a patrcikowi sie zakochalo na zaboj, to postanowil zmienic nieco koncepcje i tytul albumu. oglosil ostatnio, ze nowy album bedzie nosil tytul lupercalia.
the magic position bylo w pewnym sensie radosne i zakochane, ale to nie bylo takie zakochanie, jakie patrick powinien soba reprezentowac, czegos tam ewidentnie brakowalo (mowie o sferze emocjonalnej). nie wiem za bardzo do czego to porownac, ale to dla mnie bylo cos na ksztal sztuki dla sztuki.
trzymaja sie za raczki? tak.
patrza w siebie maslanymi oczetami? tak.
maja dwa psy, dwa koty, duza kuchnie i dekoracyjna wycieraczke? tak.
znaczy ze to tru low.
ale nie.
potem przyszly czasy refleksyjnego kawalera (choc znaczenie tytulu plyty i piosenki mozna rozumiec tez inaczej). zrzucania skory. fazy przejscia. oczyszczania.
call it whatever you want.
i teraz odradza sie taki patrick zupelnie na serio radosny.
to troche jak antony spiewajacy crazy in love.
tylko troche bardziej na powaznie, i troche mniej w ramach zabawnego przerywnika.

dwa wnioski:
teledysk do the city jest super. jest naprawde przebardzo fajny, tylko strasznie wkurwia mnie taki szybki montaz. sceneria, kolory i oswietlenie sa super, wiec fajnie by bylo moc chociaz przez chwile skupic na tym wszystkim wzrok, a nie od razu przeskakiwac do nastepnej sceny i juz musiec akomodowac oko na czyms innym.

zeby przezyc ten album na 100% przydalo by sie byc zakochanym. tez na maksa, tak, ze sie nie mysli o niczym innym i nie jest sie w stanie na czymkolwiek skupic. tak, ze sie idzie po ulicy i smieje, i rzy, i usmiecha do siebie. a jak sie przypadkiem zaczyna spiewac na glos w autobusie to ma sie to totalnie gdzies.

zapomnialabym.
ten saksofon! kocham, kocham, kocham.
kojarzy mi sie z davidem.
wiec kocham jeszcze bardziej.

ogolnie to strasznie slitasnie i milosnie sie zrobilo.
i tak - faktycznie patrick ma uroczy ten swoj usmiech wiecznego chlopca, obsypanego tona brokatu i biegajacego w podkolanowkach.

spodziewam sie naprawde SWIETNEJ plyty, dopracowanej i wymuskanej w kazdym szczegolne. bardzo dlugo oczekiwanej przeze mnie. cholernie nie moge sie doczekac.

TAKKKKKK!

2011-01-21T14:26:00.001+01:00

6.04.
patrick

w polsce!

nie moge powiedziec, ze nie odczuwam z lekka nuty goryczy. ale bede ponad to.
i bede sie tylko cieszyc. i robic tak, zebym mogla cos tam tez zrobic.

TAK! TAK TAK!
marzenia sie spelniaja :)

i won't let the city

2011-01-20T23:30:00.002+01:00

ps. chcialabym powiedziec, ze czekam BARDZO niecierpliwie na nowy teledyk patricka - 'the city', ktory ma sie ukazac 'this week'.

edit: jako, ze wlasnie przed minutami trzydziestoma, patrick napisal na fb ze DZIS bedzie premiera nowego teledysku, to wrzucam maly teaser w postaci fot z planu:

http://kelseyheng.wordpress.com/2010/12/13/my-new-yearly-tradition/

to ogolnie niezla opcja z tym teledyskiem. po pierwsze rezyserka jest polka - kinga burza.
a po drugie caly nasz maly internetowy swiat zrobil sie jeszcze mniejszy po ogloszeniu na fb "hej, jak ktos jutro bedzie na plazy w santa monica, to wpadnijcie zobaczyc jak krecimy teledysk do nowej piosenki".
ACH!

if it gets too bushy you can trim!

2011-01-20T23:25:00.003+01:00

no co ja moge powiedziec? z pewnoscia moge sie pochwalic tym, ze to amandzie udalo sie w zeszlym roku wpakowac mi jezyk w gardlo najdalej jak sie da. ze jest wyjatkowo pozytywnie popierdolona osoba. w opor. serio. uwielbiam ja! LONG LIVE THE PUNK CABARET!

not tomorrow, only yesterday. it's happening now.

2011-01-08T14:37:00.002+01:00

z davidem jest tak, ze ciezko powiedziec, ktora pyta to twoja ulubiona, ktora piosenka, ktory okres. on jest chodzacym, zywym, wspolczesnym dzielem sztuki. wyprzedzil mu owczesnych o dziesiatki lat.
nie powstalo by wiele wspanialych zespolow, filmow, zdjec itd.. gdyby nie on. to jest czlowiek, ktory moze byc nieustanna inspiracja. to jest kilkunastu davidow w tym jednym.
urodzonym 8 stycznia 1947 roku.

od jakiegos czasu moim ulubionym davidem jest ten z polowy lat 90.
moze to za sprawa bootlega, ktorego jakims cudem udalo mi sie kupic w krakowie.
to byl jakis 2000 rok. w sklepie music corner. chyba nie mialam pojecia jaki skarb trafil wtedy w moje lapy. to jest nagranie z nowego jorku z 1997 roku.

uwielbiam kliamty heart's filthy lessons. i seven years in tibet.
i jump.

no i oczywiscie wszystkie te przebieranki i jazdy zwiazane z ziggym. andy warhol, marc bolan i kilogramy kokainy. iggy pop, lou reed.
do berlinskiego okresu chyba nigdy sie nie przekonam. moze jestem jeszcze z amloda, moze kiedys to ogarne.
dzieci z dworca zoo i pozniejsze fascynacje berlinem innych bliskich mi artystow na czele z martinem gorem i chrisem cornerem. to daje kopa w glowe.

bowie to wg mnie czlowiek ktory ma kilka mozgow.
a ze kilka wcielen to juz oczywistosc.

wiec wszystkiego Ci najlepszego, mentorze :)

2010. voila!

2010-12-26T12:56:00.002+01:00

najwieksze kopniecie:
0. amanda wroclaw / amanda warszawa
1. beirut
2. afi
3. florence

osobiscie zwiazane:
czeslaw, hunter - w dodatku dwa dni pod rzad :P

najwieksze przezycie produkcyjne:
la coka nostra i beirut

i cry glitter

2010-12-25T18:12:00.007+01:00

Jesli jest na tym swiecie ktos, o kim moge powiedziec, ze go kocham, to to bedzie on.
powiedzmy ze "on".
to jest jakies dziwne polaczenie, ktorego wiekszosc ludzi nie rozumie, a ja nie potrafie wytlumaczyc. jedyne co przychodzi mi w takich chwilach do glowy, to sen, ktory przysnil mi sie kilka lat temu.
gral na fortepianie na szkolnym boisku, niedaleko mojego domu.
poszlam do niego, polozylam sie obok, polozylam mu glowe na kolanach i sluchalam jak gral. i spiewal.
jak zaczyna spiewac to tak, jakby swiat sie zatrzymywal.

niektorzy mowia, ze anioly wtedy zstepuja na ziemie.
niektorzy ze to dziecko zamkniete w ciele doroslego.
bulszit.
jest dorosla kobieta. ktora wyrosla z malego chlopca.
jest najwspanialszym i najczulszym czlowiekiem jakiego widzialam EVER. sluchajac go na zywo zawsze rycze jak bobr. jak spiewa to ze wzruszania, jak zaczyna mowic i opowiadac swoje anegdotki to ze smiechu.

moge swobodnie powiedziec, ze antony zmienil moje zycie. "it's christmas. and on christmas you tell the truth". Serdecznie chcialabym w tym miejscu podziekowac marcowi almondowi, bo gdyby nie on - nie trafilabym na antka tak wczesnie.

ach, jeszcze piosenka! to chyba jeden z wiekszych rozpierdalaczy.
w dodatku na zywo.
w dodatku w polsce.
w dodatku tam bylam.
w dodatku widac moj zaplakany ryj na tym filmiku.

all the strange rock and rollers - you know you're doing alright!

2010-12-19T23:19:00.002+01:00

i wisienka na torcie:

nieswiety mikolaj z australii

2010-12-15T12:36:00.003+01:00

zawsze gdzies byl obok, zawsze sobie mowie 'znajde czas i dokaldnie poznam wszystko, co zrobil'. zawsze mowie 'nie, nie zaluje ze nie ucieklam z domu, zeby zobaczyc jego koncert we wroclawiu jak mialam ze 13 lat'.
a bylo by to moje pierwsze spotkanie z wroclawiem.
i wroclaw ma to do ciebie, ze pasuja do niego niektorzy artysci tak bardzo, ze juz bardziej sie nie da.
i to polaczenie od tylu lat wydaje mi sie idealne. i jesli pod koniec zycia bede sie miala spowiadac z koncertow, ktorych nie obejrzalam, to bylby to na pewno jeden z pierwszych ktore bym wymienila.

na chwile obecna proponuje te piosenki:
(zajerestrowane w okolicach koncertu we wroclawiu)

mysle ze jakbym miala kiedykolwiek co robic na scenie, to bylo by to zblizone do niego. moze z odpowiednia porcja piorek w dupsku, ale ogolna kontestacja wszystkiego i ten przerazajacy klimat, jakby swiat mial sie zaraz skonczyc... to powoduje takie dreszcze na moich plecach, ze moze wlasnie dlatego finalnie nigdy nie zderzylam sie z nim, w obawie o efekty.

ogolnie to brak mi slow po prostu, wiec sobie z nickiem pospiewamy teraz i powkurwiamy sasiadow.

the modern glam

2010-12-09T14:37:00.002+01:00

ok. not so modern.. but for a long long time these bands were the new bowies, the new iggys (etc) for me.

...they still are a bit :)

some of them are going few steps ahead - like chris and his transgressive paranoia.

lots of surprises in store / with the heart it goes

2010-12-07T23:41:00.002+01:00

... this isn't a party, it's a whole lot more!

in a way this song has created me

2010-12-03T11:17:00.000+01:00

the time of my life

2010-12-01T18:21:00.002+01:00

ok, tak. prawda to, ze podobne do innej piosenki. w dodatku nie patricka.
mam to gdzies!
nowy patrick jest wspanialy.

kropka!

...bo tak mi sie zrobilo wiosenne, ejtisowo

2010-11-25T21:42:00.000+01:00

te piosenke kocham, moge ja katowac non-stop i chyba nigdy mi sie nie znudzi:

ta z kolei ma jeden z najzajebistrzych tekstow EVER!

makijaz wokalisty i uklad taneczny panienek... to zasluguje na wieczne pamietanie:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=koGywVUJ9hE&feature=related

jesli kiedykolwiek bede miala zanalizowac jakikolwiek teledysk, to pierwsze miejsce w kolejce aktualnie nalezy do...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FcchCQuXrH8
(zakonnica, dzieci i tyrolscy chlopcy, to moje trzy typy z cyklu 'welcome to the cruel world' :D)

a te piosenke po prostu niesamowicie lubie:

chociaz wlasnie po wnikliwszym obejrzeniu udalo mi sie ocenic to cos, co zawsze mi w srodku siedzialo, jak ogladalam ten teledysk. to jest taki stan, kiedy idziesz z nowopoznana osoba na impreze i juz troche sie znacie, w powietrzu cos wisi i jest tak przezajebiscie, ze sie orientujecie rano ze juz jest rano, i ze do okola nikogo nie ma. ACH!

ten sag chyba juz zawsze bedzie mi sie kojarzyl z N. choc moze niekoniecznie to wykonanie:

zainteresowanych odsylam do wykonania the killers:

rozpieprza mnie na maksa.

i wisienka na torcie:

marc almond - kocham ja go miloscia czysta.

2010-11-11T13:36:00.000+01:00

mirror, mirror

2010-11-11T13:14:00.000+01:00

yeah, i know. to juz bylo wcale nie tak dawno temu.
niemniej jednak, rozpierdol jaki pojawia sie po polaczeniu fonii i wizji tego utworu powoduje przeabsolutne drgawki calego ciala i niemoc zamkniecia oczu nawet na sekunde, zeby nic nie przegapic.

kim do jasnej cholery jest ta czarna pani?
napiekniejsze ujecia wg mnie to dwoch chlopcow zostawiajacych na sobie czarna farbe / smole / whatever - idealnie obrazuje uczucie, jakie sie ma przy pierwszych miziankach z kims. panie grajace "sernisa" (serce+tenis) musza miec chociaz troszke nierowno pod sufitem, ale koniec koncow i tak wygrywa pani biala.
tak przelatwo pokazany kontrast. a jednoczesnie podobienstwo tego, co biale i czarne.
to zdecydowanie jeden z najlepszych "teledyskow" (to z kolei wydaje mi sie byc zbyt slabym okresleniem dla tego filmu) jakie widzialam EVER!
enjoy.

you can even have it written on your t-shirt

2010-10-11T19:44:00.000+02:00

i'm not the girl you're taking home

2010-10-11T19:42:00.000+02:00

moje ostatnie tygodnie, miesiace, or what so ever

2010-09-21T22:31:00.000+02:00

ogladane z bardzo intymnej perspektywy. bez ludzi obok. tylko z ludzmi przed. WOW!

absolutnie, ale to przeabsolutnie wciagnieta jestem w ta pania:

i moje najukochansze scyzoryki. piosenka ktora byla obok w bardzo hard times czerwcowych:

post scriptum. oczekiwania najblzszych tygodni:

taki wkurw ze ja pierdole!

2010-08-01T14:11:00.000+02:00

najpierw to:

cudo.
to nie ulega absolutnei ZADNEJ watpliwosci.

a el najwiekszy wkurw EVER powoduje u mnie guglanie, i guglanie powodujace odnalezienie informacji typu 'byli w polsce'.
bo byli!
rok-kurwa-temu na malcie.
ja nie wiem jak to jest mozliwe.
ja sie interesuje, malta, taka muzyka. czytam te wszystkie pierdzielone trendi muzyczne strony. te mniej trendi tez. goldenlajny, fora, pierdu, pierdu. no siedze w tym do ciezkiej cholery! I CO?!

nie mam slow.

ze piekne, i ze ich koncert juz byl.
nie pierwszy raz mis ie to zdarza. ale zazwyczaj to bylo swiadome. bo wiedzialam ze ktos w pl bedzie, ale w danym czasie mnie ten ktos nie interesowal po prostu.
ale zeby tak kompletnie polozyc promocje koncertu.
TAKIEGO!
szok. i rozczarowanie.

muzyka zajebista. oczywiscie tez uwazam ze antkopodobna. ale to dobrze.
tzn ze antek nie zginie nigdy. ze zawsze beda kontunuowac jego sztuke. nawet jak on sam juz bedzie pisal tylko o sliwkach ze swiatla.

I recall running to you-hoo

2010-06-22T16:02:00.000+02:00

I recall something that you Don't
I see the sun in your eyes
I recall something that you Don't
Your Sun will set on you (woo hoo)

I recall something that you Don't
(You Lied, You Compramised, You said
Yourself, You wanted to be free)
I recall something that you Don't
(From all the rigmarole, you said)
I recall something that you Don't
(Yourself, you wanted to be free.)

What you said
Is What you Wanted
You're ill Prepared
What You Wanted
And What You Said (what you said)
Is what You needed (Is what you needed)
I got the best time for deliverance
It's time for deliverance

I recall something that you Don't
I hear the song in your sigh
I recall something that you Don't
I recall running to you-hoo

I recall something that you Don't
(You Lied, You Compramised, You said
Yourself, You wanted to be free)
I recall something that you Don't
(From all the rigmarole, you said)
I recall something that you Don't
(Yourself, you wanted to be free.)

What you said
Is What you Wanted
You're ill Prepared
What You Wanted
And What You Said (what you said)
Is what You needed (Is what you needed)
I got the best time for deliverance
It's time for deliverance

I recall something that you don't
(I see the sun in your eyes)
I recall something that you don't
The Sun is set on you (woo hoo)

I recall something that you Don't
(You Lied, You Compramised, You said
Yourself, You wanted to be free)
I recall something that you Don't
(From all the rigmarole, you said)
I recall something that you Don't
(Yourself, you wanted to be free.)

What you said
Is What you Wanted
You're ill Prepared
What You Wanted
And What You Said (what you said)
Is what You needed (Is what you needed)
I got the best time for deliverance
It's time for deliverance

it hurts

2010-06-17T13:43:00.000+02:00

don't let go
never give up

Daniel

2009-12-07T00:11:00.000+01:00

Daniel when I first saw you
I knew that you had a FLAME in your heart
And under under our blue skies
Marble movie skies
I found a HOME in your eyes
We'll never be apart

And when the fires came
The smell of cinders and rain
Perfumed almost everything
We laughed and laughed and laughed
And in the golden blue
Cryin' took me to the darkest place
And you have set fire to my heart

When I run in the dark, Daniel
To a place that's worst ?
Under a sheet of rain in my heart
Daniel
I dream of home

But in a goodbye bed
With my arms around your neck
Into our love the tears crept
Just catch in the eye of the storm
And as my heart ran round
My dreams pulled me from the ground
Forever to search for the flame
For home again
For home again

When I run in the dark, Daniel
To a place that's worst?
Under a sheet of rain in my heart
Daniel
I dream of home

When I run in the dark, Daniel
To a place that's worst
Under a sheet of rain in my heart
Daniel
I dream of home

DA MA RIS

2009-12-07T00:04:00.000+01:00

how i wait for you!

love is danger / love is just a bloodsport

2009-11-13T22:34:00.000+01:00

I want to be a kid again
Combed down hair and Sunday best
See me staying out bunking school
Knowing wrong from right just rules

I wish I'd never seen your face
"Better door than window" phase
I need an echo not your praise
Straying from the point you nailed

My mother
my mother
my mother never told

My mother
my mother
my mother never told me
Love is just a bloodsport

Sex and love is not a game
A game is something you can win
And maybe something kind of fun
Cause love is just a bloodsport "son"

in the heat of the morning

2009-10-31T09:04:00.000+01:00

The blazing sunset in your eyes will tantalize
Every man who looks your way
I watch them sink before your gaze
Senorita sway
Dance with me before their frozen eyes
I'm so much in love
Like a little soldier catching butterflies

No man loved like I love you
Wouldn't you like to love me too
In the heat of the morning
In the shadow I'll clip your wings
And I'll tell you I love you
In the heat of the morning

I'll tie a knot in rainbow's end, organise the breeze
Light my candle from the sun
I'll give you daylight for a friend
I'll do all of these
I'll prove that it can be done, I'm so much in love
Like the ragged boy who races with the wind

No man loved like I love you
Wouldn't you like to love me too
In the heat of the morning
In the shadow I'll clip your wings
And I'll tell you I love you
In the heat of the morning

In the heat of the morning
In the shadow I'll clip your wings
And I'll tell you I love you
In the heat of the morning

Oh yeah, all day, all the way
Ooh

/perfect song!/

you've got the LOVE

2009-10-29T12:50:00.001+01:00

the kolin (hungary) = scissor sisters meet marylin manson

2009-10-18T11:30:00.000+02:00

crazy in love (with antony)

2009-10-18T11:29:00.000+02:00

use somebody

2009-08-28T09:28:00.000+02:00

I've been roaming around
Always looking down at all I see
Painted faces, fill the places I cant reach

You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody

Someone like you, And all you know, And how you speak
Countless lovers under cover of the street

You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you

Off in the night, while you live it up, I'm off to sleep
Waging wars to shape the poet and the beat
I hope it's gonna make you notice
I hope it's gonna make you notice

Someone like me
Someone like me
Someone like me, somebody

Someone like you, somebody
Someone like you, somebody
Someone like you, somebody

I've been roaming around,
Always looking down at all I see

Rabiit Heart

2009-07-20T11:27:00.000+02:00

The looking glass so shiny and new
How quickly the glamor fades
I start spinning slipping out of time
Was that the wrong pill to take (Raise it up)
You made a deal and now it seems you have to offer up
But will it ever be enough
(Raise it up raise it up)
It´s not enough
(Raise it up raise it up)

Here I am a rabbit hearted girl
Frozen in the headlights
It seems I´ve made the final sacrifice

We raise it up this offering
We raise it up

This is a gift it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight

I look around but I can´t find you
(raise it up)
If only I could see your face
(raise it up)
Instead of rushing towards the skyline
(raise it up)
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I wish that I could just be brave

I must become a lion hearted girl
Ready for a fight
Before I make the final sacrifice

We raise it up this offering
We raise it up

This is a gift it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight

Raise it up raise it up

And in the spring I shed my skin
And it blows away with the changing wind
The waters turn from blue to red
As towards the sky I offer it

This is a gift it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight

This is a gift

Farewell to the Fairground

2009-07-14T17:40:00.000+02:00

The lights still in our eyes
We’re leaving this whole fairground behind
It’s a dream that’s going cold
Circus never dies
The act forever haunts these skies
I know we cannot stay

Farewell to the Fairground
These rides aren’t working anymore
Goodbye to this dead town
Until the ice begins to thaw

This place used to gleam
I see it in my hopeful dreams
Now I had to get away
We move towards the stars
and all that we touch becomes ours
Lets keep warm till it’s day

Farewell to the Fairground
These rides aren’t working anymore
Goodbye to this dead town
Until the ice begins to thaw

We’ll head south, just hold my hand now
I feel like I’m casting off my clothes
And I’m running through the snow towards the sunset
And I’m always with you

Keep on running, keep keep on running
There’s no place like home
There’s no place like home

Farewell to the Fairground
These rides aren’t working anymore.
Goodbye to this dead town
Until the ice begins to thaw

We’ll head south, just hold my hand now
I feel like I’m casting off my clothes
And I’m running through the snow towards the sunset
where I’m always with you

White Lies - Farewell To The Fairground

Heavy Cross

2009-07-07T23:07:00.000+02:00

It's a cruel cruel world, to face on your own,
A heavy cross, to carry along,
The lights are on, but everyone's gone,
And it's cruel

It's a funny way, to make ends meet,
when the lights are out on every street,
It feels alright, but never complete,
without joy,

I checked you, if it's already been done, undo it,
It takes two, it's up to me and you, to proove it,

On the rainy nights, even the coldest days,
you're moments ago, but seconds away,
The principal of nature, it's true but, it's a cruel world,

We can play it safe, or play it cool,
follow the leader, or make up all the rules,
whatever you want, the choice is yours,
So choose,

I checked you, if it's already been done, undo it,
It takes two, it's up to me and you, to proove it,

I just knew, it's already been done, undo it,
It takes two, it's up to me and you, to proove it,

I checked you, if it's already been done, undo it,
It takes two, it's up to me and you, to proove it,

I just knew

there is one thing i can't stand

2009-07-07T22:53:00.000+02:00

about sleeping with women... all the fucking mindreading.

M: AAAAAAAAA KAcha mam jeszcze jedno odkrycie ale pewnei nic nowego dla Ceibie :D
Ja: oj M., ja ostatnio nic nowego, katuje patricka tylko i wylacznie od dwoch miechow czy wiecej nawet, pisalam licencjat i totalnie nic innego , sesje skonczylam przedwczoraj :D:D
M: to patrzaj na ta dziewczynke :D:D
Ja: dajesz
la roux? :P:P
M: skad wiesz !!!!!!!!
Ja: MAJDRIDING :):)
M: protestuje!!!!!!

2008-08-10T11:35:00.000+02:00

"Your Ex-Lover Is Dead"

God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before'
In that instant it started to pour,
Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across Pont Champlain
And all of the time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name...

This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
Tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in
Now you're outside me
You see all the beauty
Repent all your sin

It's nothing but time and a face that you lose
I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose
I'll write you a postcard
I'll send you the news
From a house down the road from real love...

Live through this, and you won't look back...
Live through this, and you won't look back...
Live through this, and you won't look back...

There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save

I'm not sorry there's nothing to save...

Juno

2008-04-26T23:13:00.000+02:00

Od razu zorientowałam się, że scenariusz do tego filmu napisała kobieta. Po czym poznałam? Po postaci Marka, wiecznego chłopca chcącego być gwiazdą rocka, a będącym bogatym królewiczem piszącym spoty reklamowe dla telewizji. Coś w tym jest... i co najgorsze czasem widzę już syndromy takiego zachowania moich rówieśników. Jeden jest wyjątkowo niedojrzały, ale chyba nie o tym chciałam napisać.
Tak więc obejrzałam film JUNO i się zachwyciłam. I przyszło mi do głowy, że pewnie wszystkie beznadziejne i warte siebie nawzajem pisma pseudofilmowe, których obłudę i hipokryzję ostatnio ujawnił mi pewien wykładowca, napisały że film jest CIEPŁY. Nie wiem czy tak napisały te pisma faktycznie, bo ich nie czytam, ale jeśli tak, to pożal się boże kiepsko z poziomem rozumienia przekazu filmowego wśród recenzentów. Film ciepły. To może piosenka może być zimna? Nie nie nie, to sie kupy nawet nie trzyma. Ten film jest do szpiku przejmujący, ba, mówiąc szczerze zalałam się łzami. On jest o tym, że problemy, które pojawiają się w życiu (niekoniecznie chodzi mi teraz o młodzieńczą ciążę) można rozwiązać, i wcale nie trzeba być dorosłym żeby wiedzieć o tym życiu co nieco. Mam tu na myśli kontrast Juno i Marka, którzy najpierw byli sobą w jakiś sposób zafascynowani, a potem "wyszło szydło z worka". Po prostu po raz kolejny pokazano, że wcale nie trzeba mieć ukończonych 18 czy 21 lat... Ona jako nastolatka ma wbitą w głowę idealna wizję świata. Nie do przyjęcia są rozstania rodziców, których sama doświadczyła. I z tą młodzieńczą wiarą w to, że świat jest dobry walczy o... o... o dobro, po prostu.

Dodam też, że jeśli macie kogoś, to polecam obejrzeć ten film wspólnie, wydaje mi się, że najfajniejsze to wtulić się w drugą połowę podczas czegoś tak uroczego jak ten film i pomyśleć o tym, czy na pewno jesteście dorośli ;)

Robi wrażenie.

ps. co do tego niższego wpisu, jakobym nie mogła już liczyć na tego ktosia tajemniczego, to jednak okazało się, że w najcięższym ostatnio wydarzeniu mogłam liczyć tylko na nią.

mietowka spolecznosci

2008-01-04T19:05:00.000+01:00

otoz, stwierdzam, ze w koncu przyszla na to pora.
TAK! bede pisac o tym co widze. wg zalecen, sprawie sobie notes, a potem bede przepisywac z notesu tutaj, to co zobacze.
a ze czasem udaje mi sie jakis smaczek "na miescie" zauwazyc, to czemu by nie.
w metrze, w autobusach, na pocztach, w bankach, w windach, sklepach, na przystankach. wszedzie, zawsze, ktos musi powiedziec lub zachowac sie tak, ze nie sposob tego nie zauwazyc.
i niech slowo cialem sie stanie. O!