Muzica de duminica

...si pentru regasirea caietelor de teren

Mansarda

"-Urcati la mansarda."

Urc. Peretii scarilor proaspati varuiti. Scarile. Din lemn. Proaspat lacuit. Miros intepator. De var combinat cu lac. Etajul 2. Se aude. Cheia in broasca. De la mansarda. Simturile se ascut. Vizual. Si auditiv. Zgomotele monstrilor persista. Auditiv. Si vizual. Mansarda. Scari in interior. Canapeaua cu flori. Mari. Rosii. Trandafiri.Rptitele se zbat. Desincronizate. Barbatul. Cu plete incaruntite. Zgomotele de fundal. Incearca un zambet. Dar ii reuseste mai degraba un ranjet. Atarnat in coltul gurii. Zambesc. Pozele pe pereti imi trezesc atentia. O domnita cu umbrela. Zambeste in fata unui aparat de filmat. Ploua. La ea. In mansarda o raza de soare. Forteaza intrarea prin geamul minuscul.Zgomotele...nu-mi dau pace. Nu sunt in acelasi registru cu imaginea. Mergem in bucatarie. povestim. Istorii. Mainile fine imi atrag atentia.Prea fine. Pentru acel corp imbatranit. Spun o poezie. Ma uit cumplit la maini. De direct.Zgomotele. Iar.Clar nu sunt din acelasi cadru. Absolut deloc... De ce sunt intr-o bucatarie? Domnul 'intelege" poezia. O vede. O intelegere vizuala. Dar zgomotele....nu ma pot concentra...
"-Buna ziua!". O voce. Ma intorc inspre ea. O domnisoara in halat. Decolorat.Si un domn. Imbracat intr-un prosop.
'-Buna ziua". Raspund si eu. Zgomotele au incetat. Auditivul si vizualul incep sa fie in concordanta. Raza de soare a alunecat in cana cu cafea. De plastic.

One last cigarette...in the morning
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7035vBx5P8g
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wQNkVALAXCQ

"Gimme whiskey, gimme bourbon, give me gin
Oh, gimme whiskey, give me bourbon, gimme gin
'Cause it don't matter what I'm drinkin', Lord, as long as it drown this sorrow I'm in"...
...
"Lord, I'm feelin' lowdown, just give me another glass of beer"... all the afternoon
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0fyQ1k94boE&feature=related

and one a cup of a coffe for the road... in the evening
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hvht7fToVx0&feature=related

Muzichie

...old times memories si o cafea pe masa intre doua geamuri lucind in soare si spre gadilarea placuta a urechilor...


Marina Voica - Intr-un colt de cafenea
Intr-un colt de cafenea // Langa geam la masa mea....tam, tam, tam
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LrOOIUKMV24

Edith Piaf - Milord
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Iwh0gUnfew&feature=related

Muzichie

Pantera - Fucking hostile

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A7G2Y7X9Rr8

Almost every day, i see the same face
on broken picture tube, it fits the attitude.
If you could see yourself, you put you on a shelf
your verbal masturbate, promise to nauseate.
Today I'll play the part of non-parent,
not make a hundred rules for you to know about yourself.
Not lie and make you believe what's evil is making love,
making friends and meeting God your own way ...the right way.

(Chorus)
To see, to bleed cannot be taught
In turn, you're making us
Fucking Hostile

We stand alone,
the truth in right and wrong, the boundaries of the law,
you seem to miss the point, arresting for a joint?
You seem to wonder why hundreds of people die,
you're writing tickets man, my mom got jumped they ran!
Now I'll play a public servant,
to sevre and protect by the Law and the State.
I'd bust the punks that rape steal and murder
and leave you be, if you crossed me.
I'd shake your hand like a man, not a God!

(Chorus)
Come meet your maker boy, somethings you can't enjoy.
Because of Heaven/Hell, a fucking wive's tale.
They put it in your hand, then put you in your bed.
He's watching - say your prayers.
'cause God is everywhere.
Now I'll play a man learning priesthood,
who's about to take the ultimate test in life.
I'd question things because I am human,
and call no one my father who's no closer than a stranger.
I won't lïsten !!

(Chorus)

Muzichie

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_WHPBf-pk_s&feature=related

si mereu si versurile

The Game - Deine Lakaien

Grey eyes flicker
Cold is the weed
Worn out shoes
Air full of grief
It is you now
Stuck within
Soul is burning
No chance to win

What have you done to the game
Was it a victory, a shame
Where have you gone
Before morning dew
The game will not end
Without you

Ears of lost minds
Luke and torn
Dresses rdtten
And broken stores
And the meaning
It's sold too soon
Can the blister
Substitute the moon

What have you done ...

And the hot sun
Paints the door
Your philanthropist
Sighed once more
Wind was blowing
Air through pipes
Holes in bodies
Mortal crimes

What have you done ...

Muzichie

Din adancurile memoriei...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_OIFk2dQcno

si versurile...

Sebastian(Steve Harley)
Radiate simply, the candle is burning, so low for me
Generate me limply, can't seem to place your name, Cherie
To rearrange all these thoughts in a moment is suicide
Come to a strange place, we'll talk over old times we never smile

Somebody called me Sebastian
Somebody called me Sebastian
Work out a rhyme, toss me the time, lay me, you're mine
And we all know, oh yeah!

Your Persian eyes sparkle; your lips, ruby blue, never speak a sound
And you, oh so gay, with Parisian demands, you can run-around
And your view of society screws up my mind like you'll never know
Lead me away, come inside, see my mind in kaleidoscope

Somebody called me Sebastian
Somebody called me Sebastian
Mangle my mind, love me sublime, do it in style,
So we all know, oh yeah!

You're not gonna run, babe, we only just begun, babe, to compromise
Slagged in a Bowery saloon, love's a story we'll serialize
Pale angel face; green eye-shadow, the glitter is outasight
No courtesan could begin to decipher your beam of light

Somebody called me Sebastian
Somebody called me Sebastian
Dance on my heart, laugh, swoop and dart, la-di-di-da,
Now we all know you, yeah!