Falling through pages of Martens on angels

Всъщност, малко са тези, които без подробности усетиха, разбраха и плакаха с мен на тази песен преди толкова години, и никога няма да забравя моментите заедно. Беше времето на касетите. Време на младост, безгрижие и евтин алкохол.

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“It was inspired by… I was looking through a clothing catalog borrowed from Lisa Martens (John Myung’s girlfriend at the time) and saw a picture of a girl modeling this piece of clothing called a “space-dye vest”. And, so, I fell in love with her for some strange reason and so the minute I did that, the minute I was just like obsessed with this person, I was like, ‘why am I doing that?’ and I noticed that I was doing it a lot lately. And I think the prime reason that I was doing that, and this is what I figured out at the time, was that I had just come out of a relationship where I wasn’t finished giving all that I was ready to give, so I was just, like, throwing it around, just aiming it in different directions. It was a total case of projection. And this song is just trying to sort it out and just kind of admitting that I’m just kind of lost. So it’s kind of a dark song. It was very cathartic though.”

Kevin Moore

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Falling through pages of Martens on angels
Feeling my heart pull west
I saw the future dressed as a stranger
love in a space-dye vest

Love is an act of blood and I’m bleeding
a pool in the shape of a heart
Beauty projection in the reflection
Always the worst way to start

[Sample is Julian Sands from the film "A Room With A View"]
“But he’s the sort who can’t know
anyone intimately, least of all a
woman. He doesn’t know what a woman
is. He wants you for a possession,
something to look at like a painting or an ivory box.
Something to own and to display. He doesn’t want you to be real,
or to think or to live. He doesn’t love you, but I love you.
I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and
feelings, even when
I hold you in my arms. It’s our last chance… It’s our
last chance…”

Now that you’re gone I’m trying to take it
Learning to swallow the rage
Found a new girl I think we can make it
as long as she stays on the page

This is not how I want it to end
And I’ll never be open again

[Sample from "The Trouble With Evan", from the Canadian series "The Fifth Estate"]
“…I was gonna move out…ummm…get,
get a job, get my own place, ummm,
but… I go into the mall where I
want to work and they tell me, I’m,
I was too young…”

[Sample is Jim Hill from a news commentary about the OJ Simpson freeway chase]
“Some people, gave advice before,
about facing the facts, about
facing reality. And this is, this
without a doubt, is his biggest
challenge ever. He’s going to have to face it.
You’re gonna have to try, he’s gonna to have to try and,
uh, and, and, and get some help here. I mean no one can
say they know how he feels.”

[Sample from the Conan O'Brien show]
“That, so they say that, in ya know
like, Houston or something, you’d
say it’s a hundred and eighty degrees,
but it’s a dry heat.
In Houston they say that?
Oh, maybe not. I’m all mixed up.
Dry until they hit the swimming pool.”

[Sample from "The Trouble With Evan", from the Canadian series "The Fifth Estate"]
“…I get up with the sun… Listen.
You have your own room to sleep in,
I don’t care what you do. I don’t
care when. That door gets locked,
that door gets locked at night by nine o’clock.
If you’re not in this house by nine o’clock, then you’d
better find some
place to sleep. Because you’re not going to be a bum in
this house.
Supper is ready…”

There’s no one to take my blame
if they wanted to
There’s nothing to keep me sane
and it’s all the same to you
There’s nowhere to set my aim
so I’m everywhere
Never come near me again
do you really think I need you

I’ll never be open again, I could never be open again.
I’ll never be open again, I could never be open again.

And I’ll smile and I’ll learn to pretend
And I’ll never be open again
And I’ll have no more dreams to defend
And I’ll never be open again.

Wild is the wind, 1981

Love me, love me, love me, love me,
say you do
Let me fly away with you
For my love is like the wind,
and wild is the wind
Wild is the wind

You touch me, I hear the sound of mandolins
You kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
You’re spring to me, all things to me
Don’t you know you’re life, itself!

Like the leaf clings to the tree,
Oh, my darling, cling to me
For we’re like creatures in the wind,
and wild is the wind

Wild is the wind

Wild is the wind

Wild is the wind

Wild is the wind

Подгизнали


Там навън – навсякъде е сухо,
шумно,
доста топло за сезона.

Тук – подгизнали от моето мълчание,
забравените страници се молят, безнадеждно,
да засиля към екрана пясъчния си часовник,
пълен с думи, звуци, няколко морета и слънца,

и да се плисне лято и за тях –

за да изсъхнат от изречената си любов
по есента и другите сезони.

Интерактивни инсталации от Светлана и Райчо

d-games

Дигитални игри – подробности

Пак не почерпи за озвучаването и монтажно-демонтажните ми способности, Станев…;)

12.07.2007, 10:35-13:57

Да направиш снимка, значи да станеш съучастник в смъртността, ранимостта, променливостта на някаква друга личност (или нещо). Именно отсичането на този момент и замразяването му във всички снимки свидетелства за неумолимото стопяване на времето.

Сюзан Зонтаг, За фотографията



За да можем да намираме красота и покой във всеки отсек от реалността, и да усвояваме по-качествено времето, сигурно трябва да си напомняме, че сме биологични, ходещи фотоапарати.

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Нагледната агитация на инж. Станев

nagledna agitaciq

Райо открива нова изложба в събота. Хайде да видим какви ги е натворил пак. За фон ще се пуска българска и задгранична музика предимно от 80-те. Там дават и пиене, по принцип…:)

Los Gauchos – The Trooper (Iron Maiden)

4-и юни иде, не остана… Айде наште, up the irons!
:)

Each day

My funny valentine
Sweet comic valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable
Unphotographable
Yet you’re my favourite work of art

Is your figure less than Greek
Is your mouth a little weak
When you open it to speak
Are you smart?

But don’t change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay, little valentine, stay
Each day is Valentine’s day


Преди да е започвал някак празникът,
заспива тя във топлия му скут,
и няма тази вечер фойерверки
от любовни думи.
Потъва в него, за да бъде неин сън…
А той допива виното си
върху канапе от щастие -
че този техен ден е празнично-нормален,
защото другите им са нормално-празнични.

Istanbul Hatirasi – Memories of Istanbul

An old painting is hanging on the wall.
Perhaps it’s complete, perhaps it’s not.
She’s sitting in “Markiz”, looking at it in silence,
With the dust of time upon her eyes.

Such love, such grief.
With this song, my soul breaks into a thousand pieces.
Her cheeks resemble withered roses.
Such gentle sorrow, such a charming moment.

Like a verse from her mouth that was never heard.
Such innocent love.

A day in autumn,
Painted with the most different brushes.
Such a day she would love to experience one more time,
To see the brown of the leaves from her dreams.

The Memories of Istanbul,
Eternalised deep within her, in golden letters.


Istanbul Hatirasi is a song from the 80s by the Turkish singer and songwriter Sezen Aksu, with a new, beautiful performance for the documentary film Crossing the Bridge: The Sound of Istanbul (2005).

Spinning years

spinning years

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‘Love, just don’t stare’
He used to say to me
every Sunday morning



Източник: рисунка на Ж. в блокче No. 4

Музика: Erotomania – Dream Theater (from the album “Awake”, 1994)