19 февруари, 2011

England



Someone send a runner through the weather that I'm under for the feeling that I lost today.
Someone send a runner for the feeling that I lost today.

You must be somewhere in London, you must be lovin' your life in the rain.
You must be somewhere in London, walking Abbey Lane.

I don't even think to make
I don't even think to make
I don't even think to make corrections.

The National

05 март, 2010

Streets without name


I wanna run
I want to hide
I wanna tear down the walls
That hold me inside
I wanna reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name
Ha...ha...ha...
I want to feel
Sunlight on my face
I see the dust cloud disappear
Without a trace
I want to take shelter from the poison rain
Where the streets have no name

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building
Then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do

U2

12 февруари, 2010

Scary Ghosts

Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it's not yet time to meet the lord above

The White Stripes

17 декември, 2009

Into the wild

And I also know how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong but to feel strong. To measure yourself at least once. To find yourself at least once in the most ancient of human conditions.
Primo Levi

Nature

There is pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more...
Lord Byron

02 ноември, 2009

Spiders, flies and drops


There're spiders in your room
But there always will be
There's people to be foolen
And there always has been
...
Every little piece pulls
In its own direction
Please love, don't be scared
It's just your own reflection

Hold out you hand
Hold out your hand
Or we'll carry you

Editors

18 октомври, 2009

wakey, wakey

Wakey, wakey, rise and shine
It's on again, off again, on again
Watch me fall like
Dominoes in pretty patterns
Fingers in the blackbird pie
I'm tingling, tingling, tingling
It's what you feel now
What you ought to, what you ought to
Reasonable and sensible.

Radiohead

all I need


You are all I need
You are all I need
I am in the middle of your picture
Lying in the reeds

Radiohead

18 септември, 2009

Sit down next to me...in sympathy


I'll sing myself to sleep
A song from the darkest hour
Secrets I can't keep
Inside of the day
Swing from high to deep
Extremes of sweet and sour
Hope that God exists
I hope I pray
Drawn by the undertow
My life is out of control
I believe this wave will bear my weight
So let it flow
...
James

07 август, 2009

This is a low

And into the sea
Goes pretty england and me
Round the bay of biscay
And back for tea
...
This is a low,
But it won't hurt you.
When you're alone,
It will be there with you.
This is a low,
But it won't hurt you.
When you're alone,
It will be there with you,
Finding ways to stay solo.

Blur

28 юли, 2009

Sister Rose

She said
Call me sister rose
I'm at war with all these posers
And these frauds
I want 'em out
Let freedom reign
Let hope stand firm on fields of doubt
Then she led me by the hand
And took me to the promised land
...
She said I'm just like a rose
I'm beautiful and I can hurt you
With my thorns
Don't squeeze too tight
'Cos I can blow up in ya face like dynamite


Ian Brown

27 юли, 2009

Приказка за стълбата


- Кой си ти? - попита го Дяволът...

- Аз съм плебей по рождение и всички дрипльовци са мои братя. О, колко е грозна земята и колко са нещастни хората!

Това говореше млад момък, с изправено чело и стиснати юмруци. Той стоеше пред стълбата - висока стълба от бял мрамор с розови жилки. Погледът му бе стрелнат в далечината, дето като мътни вълни на придошла река шумяха сивите тълпи на мизерията.
...
И като лятна буря, гневен и сърдит, разветрил черни коси, той мина последното стъпало. Той беше вече най-горе. И изведнъж в лицето му грейна усмивка, очите му заблестяха с тиха радост и юмруците му се отпуснаха. Той погледна пируващите князе, погледна доле, дето ревеше и проклинаше сивата дрипава тълпа. Погледна, но нито един мускул не трепна по лицето му: то бе светло, весело, доволно. Той виждаше доле празнично облечени тълпи, стоновете бяха вече химни.

- Кой си ти? - дрезгаво и лукаво го попита Дяволът.

- Аз съм принц по рождение и боговете ми са братя! О, колко красива е земята и колко са щастливи хората!


из. "Приказка за стълбата"

Христо Смирненски

07 юли, 2009

Green Sea

and so we watch the sun come up
from the edge of the deep green sea
and she listens like her head's on fire
...
i've never been so
colourfully-see-through-head before
i've never been so
wonderfully-me-you-want-some-more
and all i want is to keep it like this

the cure

28 юни, 2009

Country House

He lives in a house, a very big house in the country
Watching afternoon repeats and the food he eats in the country
He takes all manner of pills and piles up analyst bills in the country
It's like an animal farm that's the rural charm in the country

Blur

10 юни, 2009

Бегемот


„… та кой си?

— Част от силата, която желае зло, а все добро твори!“

Гьоте, „Фауст“

01 юни, 2009

Keep the car running


Every night my dream’s the same
Same old city with a different name
They’re not coming to take me away
I don’t know why but I know I can’t stay


Arcade Fire

21 май, 2009


Salt water sound

Zero 7

17 май, 2009

Тихият пролетен дъжд

Тихият пролетен дъжд
звънна над моята стряха,
с тихия пролетен дъжд
колко надежди изгряха!

Тихият пролетен дъжд
слуша земята и тръпне,
тихият пролетен дъжд
пролетни приказки шъпне.

В тихия пролетен дъжд
сълзи, възторг и уплаха,
с тихия пролетен дъжд
колко искрици изтляха!

Николай Лилиев

05 май, 2009

In Limbo



Being the first in the Irish Sea
I got a message I can't read
Another message I can't read

...
I'm lost at sea
Don't bother me
I've lost my way
I've lost my way

Radiohead

28 април, 2009

One of these things first

I could have been a sailor, could have been a cook
A real live lover, could have been a book.
I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock
As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock.

Nick Drake