Friday, it's a magical day, it's music day with Canibal

Thinking back, it seems that I
can lie beside you as I never truly did,
in afterglow -
no afterwords at all.
Only writing love songs when it's gone and dead;
only paying words out: strings of half-forgotten sentiments...
I mean...
I meant...
I never really quite could say the way it was.
The first time that we met I said 'I bet that she's the one',
but I was talking to myself then, as always.
As time went by our steps entwined, unwritten lines drew taut
and I tried to find a way to make it all safe...
Into the play - what a production! -
into the days and ever more suction:
you hold me close, but hold me farther
away from yourself - I make me a martyr,
for pain and love go hand in hand....
And hand in hand go you and my friend,
you are his and I am yours and just cannot evade you;
my days a dream, my nights unseemly,
stolen moments all I live for,
but theft is no way to persuade you
to come with me, leave him behind you;
my hurtful eyes try to remind you
it's all I can do to keep from screaming
'I love you, I love you!' - I wish I was dreaming,
but the steps we take all leave footprints....

Sooner or later the whole thing will be blown:
you will leave him or I'll be left here, alone.
Either way someone loses someone
but I won't mind that, I just would quite like to know
who we love the most - well, I guess that's ourselves.

The days are strange, at night we're strangers,
lie in bed and lie inside our heads,
we come no closer than as dancers.
Your eyes are change, your presence danger,
won't look me in the face and yet you
kiss and make up the answer
to all the questions that fly unanswered, unreasoned -
death in the sky, death in the season.
If you leave me now, it might nearly kill me....
Remember me?
Remember we three?

It all seemed so important at the time,
we came so close to wrecking all our lives,
and now it's all just song lines.
Time heals,
time heals -
oh, but I still bear the weals.

Thinking back, it seems that I
can lie beside you as I never truly did,
in afterglow -
no afterwords at all.
Only writing love songs when it's gone and dead,
only paying words out: streams of half-forgotten sentiments...
I mean...
I meant...
I never really quite could say
the way it was.

Friday, it's a magical day, it's music day with Canibal

The stars in the heavens still shine
up above me: how lovely they'd seem
if you were with me
but you're gone through the looking-glass
and I am left to pass these nights alone.
I'm lost, I'm dumb, I'm blind,
I am drunk with sadness,
sunk by madness -
the wave overwhelms me,
the mirror repels me,
the echo of your laugh
drifts through the looking-glass
and I am alone.

No friendship, no comfort, no future, no home,
the past lingers with me:
you're all the love I've ever known
and without you I'm nothing
but empty and silent,
reflecting on all that I've lost.
I let you slip away so soon.

Can you hear me? This is my song
I am dying; you are gone.

These words are not enough to save my soul,
they just mock me from the mirror.
I'm cold and I'm yearning,
I've told you I'm burning,
my eyes can't stand the light...
Like a stray dog in the night
I'll shuffle off alone.

We all make our futures
but I have lost mine;
I'm hoping for a miracle
but finding no sign....

The stars in the constellations,
each one just sadly flickers and falls...
without you they mean nothing at all.

Poze cu Robert

True Facts with TheAnti

Just another day at the gym:

Random dude: Hello!

Me: Hello!

Random dude: Can you give me some tips to get bigger muscles? But not to much ... I dont want to get big as Arnold!

Me: Dont worry, you wont!

Friday, it's a magical day, it's music day with Canibal

Atomic Rooster, baby, and the fantastic Hammond organ of Mister Vincent Crane

O gluma ... oarecum amuzanta

O gagica la judecata de apoi e intrebata de Dumnezeu :
- Ai pacatuit ?
- Nu
- Ai baut ?
- Nu
- Ai fumat ?
- Nu
- Ai preacurvit ?
- Nu
- Bine. Petre, adu o pereche de aripi !
- Ohh...ma faceti inger ?
- Nu..., gasca.

Sfârşitul lumii sau... mai dă-o dracului de treabă

Ieri, circulând cu preţiosul metrou, mi-a fost dat să văd ce nu mă aşteptam să văd niciodată. Am văzut un tip încălţat cu cizme din alea UGG sau cum naiba le zice. Le ştiţi cu toţii. Ştiu că le ştiţi! Deci, să vă descriu. Geacă din aia cu guler de blană, aici nu am ce comenta, că na, se mai întâmplă. Pe dedesubt se vedea un tricou alb şi peste, ghiciţi ce, da, aţi ghicit...O vestă neagră! Blugi mulaţi negri. Şi pac. Când m-am uitat să văd cu ce e încălţat. Pac, direct în moalele capului. Cizme UGG sau OGG, dracu să le ia.
Dude, it's just effing wrong!
Da, cică va veni sfârşitul lumii. Ne va înghiţi cea mai mare gaură neagră. Adică nu mai trebuie să ne facem griji pentru încălzirea globală şi alte bazaconii, că oricum vom fi supţi de gaură. Deci, party on guys!

Aseară...sau...de fapt, duminică seară

Se făcea că Elena şi Costin (fuck, sărbătoresc amândoi Constantin şi Elena, atunci să-i spunem lui Costin, Florin). Aşa...Deci, Elena şi Florin, m-au invitat la film. La Le Concert (Concertul). Vroiam să-l văd. Aşadar, am acceptat. A rămas pe duminică. La Glandale Art Cafe. Adică oamenii au şi cârciumă, bei o cafea, o bere şi dacă nu o termini o cari cu tine în sala de cinema. Ne-au dat la biletul care a costat 2 lei şi o pungă de floricele cu care îţi făceai treaba bine de tot, dar...pungile fiind de hârtie, făşăitul s-a auzit până pe la jumătatea filmului. În fine. Să trecem la film.
Andrei Filipov, dirijorul orchestrei Balşoi, concediat pentru că nu a vrut să renunţe la instrumentiştii săi evrei, lucra ca om de serviciu la teatrul Balşoi. Într-o zi, pe când făcea curat în biroul directorului orchestrei Balşoi, citeşte un fax prin care orchestra era invitată să participe la un concert la Paris. Ştiind că orchestra nu poate onora această invitaţie, Andrei Filipov decide să adune vechii lui prieteni şi să meargă la Paris drept orchestra teatrului Balşoi. În fine, nu vă mai povestesc, căci filmul merită văzut.
Vă mai spun doar atât. Finalul...Finalul este grandios. EPIC.

Protest impotriva scumpirii carburantilor?!

Protest contra scumpirii carburanţilor: În 17-18-19 ianuarie nu se intră în benzinării.

Ce tampenie!
Nu cumperi azi ca sa mergi maine sa cumperi. Si? Scopul care ar fi? Atata timp cat detii o masina care foloseste benzina/motorina vei merge sa cumperi benzina/motorina indiferent de pret.

Merg pe jos de acasa pana la statia de metrou (aprox 15-20 de min), iar unii dintre cei ce participa la protest se uita uimiti la mine si ma intreaba dar de ce nu mergi cu masina?
Pe drum vad tot felul de persoane in masini cat mai mari, de parca ar fi un concurs - castiga cel cu masina cea mai mare, masini care consuma la suta de kilometri echivalentul in litri de benzina a kilogramelor soferului... muuuulte!

Oare ce rost are sa mergi sa protestezi aglomerand benzinariile si afectand timpul celor din jur cand tu ai folosi masina si pentru a te deplasa din camera pana la bunda ca sa te caci!?

Dar daca tu ti-ai cumpara o bicicleta si te-ai folosi de ea pentru a te deplasa? Dar daca toti am face ceva asemenator? Nu ar fi acesta cel mai puternic protest impotriva scumpirii benzinei? Si nu ar fi necesar sa aglomeram nici o benzinarie si nici sa numaram jumatate de ora monede de 10 bani.

In concluzie tipul de protest prin care diversi indivizi isi manifesta dezaprobul fata de scumpirea benzinei mi se pare o tampenie, iar singura varinata plauzibila este apelarea la mijloace alternative de deplasare.

Sa te vad acum! Esti in stare sa imi misti curu din masina?

Friday, it's a magical day, it's music day with Canibal

Samla Mammas Manna. Leader of Swedish RIO (Rock In Opposition) collective in the late '70s. Because I like this band a lot, I will post more than the usual 3 songs.

Poze Fundata

Salupa spre Gura Portitei cu Nea Cernagor

Poze Gura Portitei

Diss Lyrics

You speak of us as murderors
You speak of us as savage conquerors

I never asked you to obey me
I never asked you to agree me
I always kneel down to your plea
Yet you thank me by a killing spree

Your reason is shaded by hate
So you wont realise youre only a bait
But youre so busy kissing ass
You cant realise youre just mass

You think youre king of the town
But you are only their clown

You want us to believe a crook
No thanks …
I can read myself a history book
And i can asure you your lies
Will mark your demise.

Your ”HOLY MOUNTAIN”
Is a traitor curtain
Where you breed your lies
And get our despise

by TheAnti

True Facts with TheAnti

Imi plac Femeile si Provocarile!

by TheAnti