OldSkull

”Specialist”
Melodie de: Interpol

You make me lose my buttons, oh yeah, you make me spit
I don’t like my clothes anymore
We’re spending time and money, yeah, you’re colder than yourself
Now we’re moving, now we’re taking control

You make me lose my buttons, oh yeah, you make me spit
I don’t like my clothes anymore
You take me to New Orleans, yeah, you put me to the test
I know what my heart is for

You reach out for a blanket, I said, girl, you’ve got something
I love how you wear it
Now we’re spending time and money, yeah, you’re colder than yourself
Now we’re moving, now we’re taking control

Love will get you down

My love’s a laboratory, I set all my pets free
So, baby, you should sleep with me
I make trips to the bathroom and my friends all have true grit
I am speckled like a leopard

Put a lid on Shirley Temple, yeah, you make sleek kills
Yeah, you travel, you travel
You park me in your Buick, you sing songs into my lips
Well, I am speckled like a leopard, just like a leopard

Trust will get you down

I love the way
You put me in the big house
I love the way
You put me in the big house

If I get there early, will it be the right time?
Our heaven is just waiting so put your hand into mine
If I get too surly, will you take that in stride?
Our boat is just there waiting, so put that little hand in mine

And speak when you’re spoken of
Catch up on your sleep, girl, when you wear that body glove
You’re acting on initiative, you’re spelling out your love
You shouldn’t be alone in there, you could be above ground

All I want is to be the very best for you
All I want is to do the very best by you
Oh, this time
There’ll be no life of crime

Circle around me now, baby, it’ll be okay
‘Cause we all go downtown sometimes
Somehow, baby, we’ll beat this mess
It’s the time, fuck the surface, to meet the specialist

That time away from me will get you down

I love the way
You put me in the big house
I love the way
You put me in the big house

If I get there early, will it be the right time?
Our heaven is just waiting so put that hand into mine
If I get too surly, will you take that in stride?
Our boat is just there waiting, so put your little hand in mine

And speak when you’re spoken of
Catch up on your sleep when you wear that body glove
You’re acting on initiative, you’re spelling out your love
You shouldn’t be alone in there, you could be above ground

You’re frustrated, then go
You’re frustrated, then go

Honey bee, we should be through with this
Your packaged eyes, your vicious lips
You could be young, but you’re out of touch
If this love’s been done, then what’s the rush?

I’m a specialist in hope and I’m not registered to vote
Won’t you come into my barrio? We’ll see if you can float
I’m a specialist in hope and I’m not registered to vote
Won’t you come into my barrio? We’ll see if you can float

Date de la: azlyrics.com
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”Iarba rea nu trebuie tăiată, ci smulsă.”

(Proverb românesc)

“It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t coma back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain. Damn, there’s nothing like that, is there? I’ve been there and you have too. You’re nodding your head.”

Henry Rollins, ”The Portable Henry Rollins”

“Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.”

William Shakespeare, ”All’s Well That Ends Well”

“They say it is a wide road that leads to war and only a narrow path that leads home again.”

Bob Massie

”Învață din greșelile altora. Nu o să trăiești atât de multă vreme încât să ai timp să le faci tu pe toate.”

(Proverb românesc)

”Cine de oameni nu se ruşinează, nici de Dumnezeu nu se înfricoşează.”

(Proverb românesc)

”Old man Wrigley lived
In that white house
Down the street where I grew up
My mama used to
Send me over with things
We struck a friendship up
I spent a few long summers
Out on his old porch swing
Said he was in the war
When in the Navy
Lost his wife, lost his baby
Broke down and
Asked him one time
„How you keep from goin’ crazy?”
He said, „I’ll see my wife
And son in just a little while”
I asked him what he meant,
He looked at me and smiled
Said, „I raise my hands, bow my head
I’m findin’ more and more truth
In the words written in red
They tell me that there’s more to life
Than just what I can see, I believe”
A few years later I was off at college
Talkin’ to mom on the phone one night
Gettin’ all caught up on the gossip
The ins and outs of the small town life
She said, „Oh, by the way son
Old man Wrigley has died”
Later on that night
I laid there thinkin’ back
Thought about a couple
Long-lost summers
I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh
If there ever was anybody
Deserved a ticket to the other side
It’d be that sweet old man
Who looked me in the eye
Said, „I raise my hands,
Bow my head
I’m findin’ more and more truth
In the words written in red
They tell me that there’s more to life
Than just what I can see…”
I can’t quote the book
The chapter or the verse
You can’t tell me it all ends
In a slow ride in a hearse
You know I’m more and
More convinced
The longer that I live
Yeah, this can’t be… no, this can’t be
No, this can’t be, no this can’t be
No, this can’t be all there is
Lord, I raise my hands,
Bow my head
(Bow my head)
Oh, I’m findin’ more
And more truth
In the words written in red
They tell me that
There’s more to life
Than just what
I can see, I believe
Oh, I… I believe
I believe
I believe
(I believe)
I believe
(I believe)
I believe, yeah
(I believe)
I believe
(I believe)
I believe”

Compozitori: Craig Wiseman, Ronnie Dunn.
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Date de la: Musixmatch

“For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.”

Stephanie Perkins, ”Anna and the French Kiss”

“…acele buchete de flori care pornesc în căutarea unei inimi şi nu găsesc decât o vază.”

Éric-Emmanuel Schmitt

“Cu siguranță, nu-l ura. Nu, ura trecuse cu mult timp în urmă și cam tot de atunci se născuse senzația de rușine pentru că avusese față de el un sentiment care s-ar fi putut numi astfel. Respectul față de el, generat de credința că avea calități de preț, deși cu greu acceptat la început, încetase de la un timp a-l mai considera în neconcordanță cu simțămintele ei, iar acum respectul acesta crescuse, se modificase, devenise un soi de prietenie, datorită mărturiilor ce-i fuseseră atât de favorabile și datorită luminii atât de bune în care se plasase în ziua aceea. […] Îl respecta, îl stima, îi era recunoscătoare, îi dorea numai binele, ar fi vrut doar să știe cât dorea el ca binele acela să fie legat de ea și în ce măsură ar fi fost spre fericirea amândurora să-și folosească puterile, pe care-și imagina că încă le mai are, pentru a-l face să-și reînnoiască cererea.”

Jane Austen

“The road may be rough, the journey may be tough and the experience may be bitter, but they are stepping stones to our future thrones.”

Bamigboye Olurotimi

”Enigme vei avea, de te rosteşti pe tine,
Încearc-o dată să te vezi în adâncime:
„La fel de necesar evlaviosului şi celui rău,
Întâiului o zea, când face scrimă,
Iar pentru celălalt ortac de nebunie,
În ambe chipuri tu amuzi pe-naltul zeu.”

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, ”Faust”

“Pribeag cum sunt,
mă simt azi cel mai singuratic suflet,
şi străbătut de-avânt alerg, dar nu ştiu – unde.
Un singur rând mi-e rază şi putere:
o, stelelor nici voi n-aveţi
în drumul vostru nici o ţintă,
dar poate tocmai de aceea cuceriţi nemărginirea.”

Lucian Blaga, ”Stelelor” (fragment)

“They who cannot face the world have not the strength to face the difficulties of Yoga practice. If the outer world out-wearies your powers, how do you expect to conquer the difficulties of the inner life? If you cannot climb over the little troubles of the world, how can you hope to climb over the difficulties that a yogi has to scale? Those men blunder, who think that running away from the world is the road to victory, and that peace can be found only in certain localities.”

Annie Besant, ”An Introduction to Yoga”

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