Saturday, September 30, 2006

Newyork Rain

Song for one of my best friends, who's living to New York City.
Just for one week. But she will have the chance to live one of my best dreams.
To remind the incessant new york auctum rain.


And it rained all night and washed the filth away
Down New York airconditioned drains
The click click clack of the heavy black trains
A million engines in neutral

The tick tock tick of a ticking timebomb
Fifty feet of concrete underground
One little leak becomes a lake
Says the tiny voice in my earpiece
So I give in to the rhythm
The click click clack
I'm too wasted to fight back
Tick tack goes the pendulum on the old grandfather clock

I can see you
But I can never reach you

And it rained all night and then all day
The drops were the size of your hands and face
The worms come out to see what's up
We pull the cars up from the river

It's relentless
Invisible
Indefatigable
Indisputable
Undeniable

So how come it looks so beautiful?
How come the moon falls from the sky?

I can see you
But I can never reach you

I can see you
But I can never reach you





Thursday, September 28, 2006

My Fake Plastic Love

When I listen to this song, I feel completely surrounded, full of feelings I don't know the nature. It seems like I'm angry and want pull my thoughts out of my head, like I'm in love, like I'm sad, like I'm frightened then everything I can be.
Here is it.

Her Green plastic watering can
For her fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth.
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans.
to get rid of itself.
And It Wears Her Out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out.

She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns.
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins.
And It Wears Him Out, it wears him out
It wears him out, it wears him out.

She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My Fake Plastic Love.
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run
And It Wears Me Out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out.

And if I could BE who you wanted
If I could BE who you wanted,
All the time, all the time, ohhh... ohh...

{Radiohead - Fake Plastic Trees}




Monday, September 25, 2006

Hang down


Thoughts and feelings wrapped my head around
And the only one I've been thinking of is you is you is you
Walking down the street I blow them out then blow them out
And nothing's wrong nothing's right
The only thing is that I'm here and you deny
I need you now and you deny
You deny you deny

Hang down a tree like creepers do
Hang down the wall like photos too

Hang down a tree like creepers do
Hang on the phone I think of you






Wednesday, September 20, 2006

A Songpoem


You only live twice or so it seems,
One life for yourself and one for your dreams.
You drift through the years and life seems tame,
Till one dream appears and love is its name.
And love is a stranger who'll beckon you on,
Don't think of the danger or the stranger is gone.
This dream is for you, so pay the price.
Make one dream come true, you only live twice.
And love is a stranger who'll beckon you on,
Don't think of the danger or the stranger is gone.
This dream is for you, so pay the price.
Make one dream come true, you only live twice



Monday, September 18, 2006

Smile

Today I am simply happy for her. Just this, Happy and nothing else. Happy to know that everything I hoped now could be real. Happy to see smile instead of tears. Happy to find out that life isn't in only one way but could be different and even much much better!
I'm Happy


Can't I?



Friday, September 15, 2006

Business



The man who kept an Intire Country stuck for more than 8 years just for his own business.
So, how can we say our law is the same for everyone?

Monday, September 11, 2006

5 Years Later

Someone has choosen this beautiful song as soundtrack for the worse terrorist attack ever made up.





But there's even someone who is convinced US Governement planned and execute 9/11!There are so many things that can make us quite doubt about the attacks. Here's a video taken from youtube portal, a little documentary. Just watch and then think about it.


Sunday, September 03, 2006

Harrowdown Hill

This song is by Thom Yorke and it's about David Kelly, a former weapon inspector in Iraq at the time Saddam Hussein was still in charge and who truly knew about the situation concerning weapons of mass destruction - the government's official justification for invading Iraq. His evidence questioned the entire situation as it proved that there of course wasn't any threat at all. This evidence pulled him through a massive storm of attention from the medias and put him under an unbearable pressure from his own government as he now had to stand against his own country all by himself. This unbearable pressure forced him to take the ultimate consequence. (Some conspiracies say that he was murdered, but no matter what the government truly knew that this might be the result of the weight on his shoulders!) The 17th of July Kelly's body was found in the woods of Harrowdown Hill. He had overdosed himself with medicine and cut his left wrist with a knife had owned since his youth.


Don't walk the plank like I did
You will be dispensed with
When you've become inconvenient
In the harrowdown hill
Where you went to school
That's where I am
That's where I'm lying down

Did I fall or was I pushed?
Did I fall or was I pushed?
And where's the blood?
And where's the blood?

I'm coming home
I'm coming home
To make it all right
So dry your eyes

We think the same things at the same time
We just cant do anything about it

So don't ask me
Ask the ministry
Don't ask me
Ask the ministry

We think the same things at the same time
There are so many of us
So you can't count

We think the same things at the same time
There are too many of us
So you can't count

Can you see me when I'm running?
Can you see me when I'm running?
Away from them

I can't take their pressure
No one cares if you live or die
They just want me gone
They want me gone

I'm coming home
I'm coming home
To make it all right
So dry your eyes

We think the same things at the same time
We just cant do anything about it

We think the same things at the same time
There are too many of us
So you can't count

It was a slippery slippery slippery slope
It was a slippery slippery slippery slope
I feel me slipping in and out of consciousness
I feel me slipping in and out of consciousness