poniedziałek, 20 lipca 2009


"Nie ma maski, która by mogła ukryć miłość tam, gdzie ona jest, ani udać ją tam, gdzie jej nie ma."
François de La Rochefoucauld


One sound, one single sound
One kiss, one single kiss
A face outside the window pane
However did it come to this?

A man who ran, a child who cried
A girl who heard, a voice that lied
The sun that burned a fiery red
The vision of an empty bed

The use of force, he was so tough
She'll soon submit, she's had enough
The march of fate, the broken will
Someone is lying very still

He has laughed and he has cried
He has fought and he has died
He's just the same as all the rest
He's not the worst, he's not the best

And still this ceaseless murmuring
The babbling that I brook
The seas of faces, eyes upraised
The empty screen, the vacant look

A man in black on a snow white horse,
A pointless life has run its course,
The red rimmed eyes, the tears still run
As he fades into the setting sun

M: You're going on that plane to take you where you belong.

W: But Richard no. What has happened to you? Last night we said--

M: --Last night we said a great many things. You said I was to do the thinking for both of us. Well, I've done a lot of it since then and it all adds up to one thing. You're getting on that plane with Victor where you belong.

W: But richard no, I, I --

M: --You have got to listen to me. Do you have any idea what you'd have to look forward to if you stayed here? Nine chances out of ten we'd both end up in a concentration camp. Isn't that true, Louis?

W: You're saying this only to make me go.

M: I'm saying it because its true. Inside us, we both know we belong with Victor. You're part of his work, the thing that keeps him going. If that plane leaves the ground and you're not with him, you'll regret it.

W: No.

M: Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of your life.

W: But what about us?
what about us?
what about us?








poniedziałek, 13 lipca 2009

"Tajemnica szczęścia ukryta jest w tym, by widzieć wszystkie cuda świata i nigdy nie zapomnieć o dwóch kroplach oliwy na łyżce."
~ Paulo Coelho

Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move,
Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove.
Ah, ah, child, way you shake that thing,
Gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting.
Hey, hey, baby, when you walk that way,
Watch your honey drip, can't keep away.

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, oh, oh
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, oh, oh

I gotta walk, can't stand still,
Got a flamin' heart, can't get my fill,
Eyes that shine burning red,
Dreams of you all through my head.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah...

Hey baby, oh baby, pretty baby,
Tell me would you do me now.
Hey baby, oh baby, pretty baby,
Move me while you groove me now

Take too long b'fore I found out
What people mean by down and out.
Spent my money, took my car,
Started tellin' her friend she' goin' be a star.
I don't know, but I've been told
A Big legged woman ain't got no soul


Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, oh, ah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, oh, ah

All I ask for, All I pray,
Steady lonely woman gonna come my way.
Need a woman gonna hold my hand
tell me no lies, make me a happy man.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah...

Ahhhhhh!

Ooooh-ahhhh

sobota, 11 lipca 2009

"Zazwyczaj spełnianie obowiązków odpędza strach."
Charles Baudelaire




I dreamed you were riding a train to Astoria
I dreamed that you swallowed a pill called Euphoria
Lips are for lying, your eyes are to kill
Spoons come from Denmark, the knives from Bavaria

A plateful of promise, a spoonful of fun
A thimble of drowsy, a face full of charm
Send me a rainbow, send me the word
The spoons come from Denmark, the knives from Bavaria

Lalalalaa lala lalalala
Lala-lalalaa lala lalalala

Lalalalaa lala lalalala
Lala-lalalalaa lala lalalala

Comb me and brush me, divide me in two
Drink me and drown me, I like you I do
I'm orange, I'm orange; I'm orange, I'm blue
I love him, I love him; I love him I do

Lalalalaa

wtorek, 7 lipca 2009

"Być może Bóg chciał, abyś poznał wielu złych ludzi, zanim poznasz tego dobrego, żebyś mógł go rozpoznać, kiedy on się w końcu pojawi."

Gabriel García Márquez






















If the sky opened up for me,
And the mountain disappea
red,
If the seas ran dry, turned to dust
And the sun refused to rise
I would still find my way,
By the light I see in your eyes
The world I know fades away
But you stay

As the earth reclaims it due
And the cycle starts anew
We'll stay, always
In the love that we have
Shared before time

If the years take away
Every memory that I have
I would still know the way
That would lead me back to your side
The north star may die
But the light that I see in your eyes
Will burn there always

Lit by the love we have
Shared before time

When the forest turns to jade
And the stories that we've made
Dissolve away
One shining light will still remain

When we shed our earthly skin
And when our real life begins
There'll be no shame
Just the love that we have made before time