31 March, 2010
30 March, 2010
R.E.M.
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Oh life is bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
Every whisper
Of every waking hour
I'm Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt, lost and blind fool
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up
Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I've said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
But that was just a dream
That was just a dream
try
cry
why
try
that was just a dream
just a dream
a dream
Oh life is bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
Every whisper
Of every waking hour
I'm Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt, lost and blind fool
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up
Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I've said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
But that was just a dream
That was just a dream
try
cry
why
try
that was just a dream
just a dream
a dream
28 March, 2010
27 March, 2010
26 March, 2010
Murmur of the Heart
25 March, 2010
22 March, 2010
21 March, 2010
La collectionneuse
20 March, 2010
مراثي أوليس
ولكن الأغرب من كل شيء هو أن النبوءة لم تحمل في عبّها بشارة. لم تومئ بالأحجية التي تطلق عليها الألسن اسم السعادة. ولكنها لوّحت بإيماء آخر. لوّحت بالخطر. لوّحت بطلسم يوحي بالشقاوة لا السعادة
فهل تلك كانت إشارة إلى ما يسمى حبّاً ، أم إيماء إلى ما ينعته القوم بالقِران؟ وهل الحب بسليقته وجع؟ هل القران، كل قران، في حقيقته شقوة؟
*إبراهيم الكوني
فهل تلك كانت إشارة إلى ما يسمى حبّاً ، أم إيماء إلى ما ينعته القوم بالقِران؟ وهل الحب بسليقته وجع؟ هل القران، كل قران، في حقيقته شقوة؟
*إبراهيم الكوني
17 March, 2010
14 March, 2010
13 March, 2010
11 March, 2010
Marilyn Manson
Yesterday I was dirty
Wanted to be pretty
I know now that I'm forever dirt
We are the nobodies
Wanna be Somebodies
We're dead
We know just who we are
Wanted to be pretty
I know now that I'm forever dirt
We are the nobodies
Wanna be Somebodies
We're dead
We know just who we are
08 March, 2010
The Dead
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"One by one, we're all becoming shades. Better to pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age. How long you locked away in your heart the image of your lover's eyes when he told you that he did not wish to live. I've never felt that way myself towards any woman, but I know that such a feeling must be love. Think of all those who ever were, back to the start of time. And me, transient as they, flickering out as well into their grey world. Like everything around me, this solid world itself which they reared and lived in, is dwindling and dissolving. Snow is falling. Falling in that lonely churchyard where Michael Furey lies buried. Falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living, and the dead."
06 March, 2010
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