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Tangerine Dream

Posted: 2012/01/21 in Muzika

 

Žiaurus Matricos pasaulis

Posted: 2012/01/20 in Matrica, Muzika

Žiaurus Matricos pasaulis

Karas – taika. Laisvė – vergystė. Nežinojimas – jėga. ( G. Orwell )

 

 

GENESIS – MAMA

Posted: 2012/01/17 in Muzika

I can’t see you, mama.
But I can hardly wait
oh To touch and to feel you, mama
Oh, I just can’t keep away
In the heat and the steam of the city
Ooh, it’s got me running and I just can’t brake
So say you’ll help me, mama
‘Cause it’s getting so hard, ooh

Now I can’t keep you, mama
But I know you’re always there
You listen, you teach me, mama
And I know inside you care
So get down, down here beside me
Ooh, you ain’t going nowhere
No, I won’t hurt you, mama
But it’s getting so hard, ooh

Ha ha ha, ha ha ha, awh
Ha ha ha, ha ha ha, awh

Can’t you see me here, mama,
Mama, mama, mama, please?
Can’t you feel my heart?
Can’t you feel my heart?
Can’t you feel my heart, ooh?
Now listen to me, mama
Mama, mama
You’re taking away my last chance
Don’t take it away !
Can’t you feel my heart?

ha ha ha,ha ha ha awh

It’s hot, too hot for me, mama
But I can hardly wait
My eyes, they’re burning, mama
And I can feel my body shake
Don’t stop! Don’t stop me, mama
Ooh, make the pain, make it go away, hey
No, I won’t hurt you, mama
But it’s getting so hard, ooh

Now I can’t see you, mama
But I know you’re always there
You taunt, you tease me, mama
But I never, never, never can keep away
It’s the heat and the steam of the city
Ooh, got me running and I just can’t brake
So stay, don’t leave me, mama
‘Cause it’s getting so hard, ooh

Don’t go, no no don’t go
No no no, don’t go…
ha ha ha
dont go
ha ha ha awh
no dont let me go
dont go

Sodoma ir Gomora

Posted: 2012/01/05 in Lietuva, Muzika

Kiek mūsų turi išnykti?

Sąjūdžio sprogimo metais (1989 m.) mūsų buvo 3,7 mln. Šiemet – 3,05 mln. Turint galvoje, kad anuomet surašytas žmogus ir gyveno ten, kur buvo surašytas, dabartinį skaičių drąsiai sumažinkime keliais šimtais tūkstančių.
Skaičiai – be jokios paguodos. Sąjūdžio sprogimas pakėlė tonusą ir įžiebė gyvenimo viltį, tad kasmet mūsų gimdavo per 50 tūkst. Neilgas buvo džiaugsmas, nes apie 2000 m. visi skaičiai apvirto aukštyn kojom. Dabar gimsta vos 30 tūkst., miršta per 40 tūkst. Be to, kasmet dar ir išvyksta daugiau, negu miršta. Šiemet į Vakarus išrūko dvigubai daugiau, negu mirė. Vaizdelis be jokios vilties.
Vasarodamas Šakių rajone neberegiu Nemuno lankose nei karvių, nei jaunimo. Pasirodo, per 20 metų gyventojų rajone sumažėjo nuo 48 tūkst. iki 32 tūkst. O juk tai darbštieji Šakiai – turtingiausias Lietuvos rajonas. Apie kitus rajonus baisu net kalbėti.
Jeigu prezidentė mums sakys, jog Lietuva, kad ir kiek ji sumažėtų, nemirs, ką jai atsakysime? Iš trijų du paskutiniai Lietuvos prezidentai – bevaikiai, jų nepaguosi. Žinoma, prezidentas keista prasme nebe lietuvis, net nebe žmogus – šiukštu jam priminti, kas pridera kiekvienam. Ir pasiremti jie gali Anglijos didybės kūrėja Elžbieta I, kuri pasirinko sau ne vyrą, o sutuoktinį vardu „Anglija“. Tačiau Biblijoje, vadinasi, kiekvienam, pasakyta: „Dauginkitės ir valdykite!“
Lietuva nei dauginasi, nei valdo. Regis, dar galėtų valdyti savą atsinaujinimą, savą gimstamumą. Bet nebenori Lietuva nieko valdyti. Ji kaip pamišusi integruojasi ir niveliuojasi. Nyksta, lietuviškai tariant.
Integruojama Lietuva į civilizaciją, kurioje šeima nelaikoma pasaulio pradžia. Kur visose tribūnose šaukiama apie „vienalytę santuoką“ ir visokiausių mažumų „šventas teises“. Sodoma ir Gomora.

Arvydas Juozaitis

Always the war
In nineteen eighty three
This is the world of today
In our mind
There is only the money
And there is nothing for you
Then hours work
No flowers in the mind
The life runs without happiness
Everyday dreams
To go to a better life
But they remain only dreams
You are the children
Your life will be very hard
You are the children
You’re singing every day

To have a friend
To explain your little problem
Can you say now to have it
Sometimes you hope
It’s only an illusion
Don’t hope, it’s better so
But children power
Will win, I am sure
This is sweet lovers for us
Your fantasy
Will find new nice colours
But now it’s time to go
You are the children
Your life will be very hard
You are the children
You’re singing every day

Camouflage
THAT SMILING FACE

All these words are not a rescue in my eyes
Never sure about the love deep in your smile
Never sure if I'm right or if I'm wrong.
Never sure about the things which were going on and on
All this love just while you were standing near to me
Never sure about the time you spent with me
I can't stand the way you deal with friends of mine
Never sure if love's not just a waste of time.
Alle these words I try to find to say to you
I can't stand a thousand dreams I dream of you,
while you stand beside me,
while you move into my arms.

Mirties sapnas

Posted: 2011/10/20 in Muzika

Tangerine Dream, DREAM OF DEATH

I DIED; they wrapped me in a shroud,
With hollow mourning, far too loud,
And sighs that were but empty sound,
And laid me low within the ground.
I felt her tears through all the rest;
Past sheet and shroud they reached my breast;
They warmed to life the frozen clay,
And I began to smile and say:
At last thou lov’st me, Helena!
I rose up in the dead of night;
I sought her window;—’t was alight.
A pebble clattered ‘gainst the pane,—
“Who’s there? the wind and falling rain?”
“Ah! no; but one thy tears have led
To leave his chill and narrow bed
To warm himself before thy breath;
Who for thy sake has conquered death.
Arise, and love me, Helena!”
She opened the door, she drew me in.
Her mouth was pale, her cheek was thin;
Her eyes were dim; its length unrolled,
Fell loosely down her hair of gold.
My presence wrought her grief’s eclipse;
She pressed her lips upon my lips,
She held me fast in her embrace,
Her hands went wandering o’er my face:
At last thou lov’st me, Helena!
The days are dark, the days are cold,
And heavy lies the churchyard mould.
But ever, at the deep of night,
Their faith the dead and living plight.
Who would not die if certain bliss
Could be foreknown? and such as this
No life—away! the hour is nigh,
With heart on fire she waits my cry:
Arise, and love me, Helena!