”Nu e nimic în lume mai scump decât sănătatea şi nimic mai frumos ca omul sănătos şi la trup şi la suflet. Că degeaba eşti sănătos ca un taur, dacă umbli toată ziua bosumflat şi nu te bucuri de viaţă, de parcă ai avea bătături pe suflet.” Amza Pellea
This ain’t the down, it’s the upbeat Make it complete So what’s the story? Guaranteed accuracy, enhanced CD Latest technology, dots at Treble 20 Huge non-recoupable advance May just be vigilant I excel in both content and deliverance So let’s put on our classics And we’ll have a little dance, shall we? No sales pitch, no media hype No hydraulics, nice and ripe I speak in communication in bold type This ain’t yer archetypal street sound Scan for ultrasounds North, South, East, West And all round and then to the underground You say that everything sounds the same Then you go buy them There’s no excuses my friend Let’s push things forward They say that everything sounds the same Then you go buy them There’s no excuses my friend Let’s push things forward As we progress to the checkpoint I wholeheartedly agree with yer viewpoint But this ain’t your typical […]
”Cine era omul acesta care, cu privirea sa pătrunzătoare, cu zâmbetul său fermecător, spunea atâtea lucruri ciudate, deşi, aparent, buzele lui nu rosteau decât cuvinte banale? De ce, dacă-l ura ― căci îl ura din răsputeri! ― de ce gândul la îngrozitorul supliciu, gândul ăsta care ar fi trebuit să-l bucure îi stârnea atâta groază şi scârbă? De ce? Ce se întâmpla cu el? Între două fiinţe deopotrivă de frumoase şi de pure există afinităţi secrete care fac ca, fără ca să se cunoască, ele să se ghicească şi să se preţuiască una pe alta la adevărata lor valoare.” Michel Zevaco, ”Cavalerii Pardaillan”, vol. V
One, two, one, two, three, four Oh, da, la, la Don’t ba-bose-da-la-lomb-ba-bay Ping pong da-la-zoe-da-la-la-low People know what de-lee-do-da-day Key wo-wa-di-com-la-day-wa-da Co-wa-da-zu-ma-pu-wa all day See-po-wa-ta-na-po-ba-ba Zoe-ka-mo-wa, I’ve been sleepin’ all day Took a lot of drugs, watch the tide roll out Day light na-no-ma-do-la Keep the sugar warmed up, hey Keyboard is a mo-day-la Keyboard is a mo-day-la A key word is a mo-way-la Key-wa-wo-day-wa-wo, I’ve been Kicking a wall, baby, ‘cause I’m gay I broke all ma wa-tay-lay-doe (Ah) People are ghosts, ah my, my, go away I pissed on my wall or my door I’m pissed so no-wa though I gave my love away I’ll come back though threw a sonar I pissed on my walk on my ass all day I stumble back home passed my door Oh, oh, oh, oh They all know what Oh, oh, oh, oh The mess in my way Oh, oh, oh, […]
”E ciudată și patetică senzația de lumină în lumina pe care ți-o dă gândul că ai trecut prin mintea unui orb. E mai mult decât un tunel. E ca un vis scurt al morții, din care ochii se deșteaptă cu o mirare înduioșată, regăsindu-și lumina.” Ionel Teodoreanu
”Alungă orice grijă şi rămâi cu inima curată asemenea unei oglinzi care nu reflectă nimic. Dacă vrei o oglindă curată, atunci priveşte-te în ea şi vezi adevărul ruşinos pe care ţi-l arată. Dacă metalul poate fi şlefuit ca să devină o oglindă, oare n-am putea şlefui şi o oglindă a inimii? Între oglindă şi inimă există o singură deosebire: inima ascunde taina, pe când oglinda o dezvăluie.” Rumi, ”Oglinda inimii”
”De vrei s-atingi sublima singurătate-a serii Şi-a stelelor înalte, desparte-te de toate: Prieteni şi iubite. Nici lacrimă durerii Străine să nu dărui, nici zâmbete-nşelate.” Omar Khayyam, ”Suprema înțelepciune – detașarea”
”Vocea îi era sugrumată, ochii săi mari, negri, cuprinși de nemișcarea extazului erau muiați în lacrimi; toată făptura îi era invadată de frumusețea sfântă a ținutului înconjurător. În această plenitudine de senzații, inimile se caută pentru a se întâlni cu alte inimi.” Alexandre Dumas
The city breathing The people churning The conversating The price is what? The conversating This place is heaven And if you seen them They’re saying what? Life makes echoes If you seen them Life makes echoes The conversating This place is heaven I put on lipstick The price is what? Life makes echoes If you seen them Life makes echoes Life makes echoes If you seen them Life makes echoes Come together, come together Come together, come together Come together, come together Come together, come together I’m insane, I’m insane I’m insane, I’m insane I’m insane, I’m insane I’m insane, I’m insane Come together, come together Come together, come together Come together, come together Come together, come together Saint Compozitori: Peter Skiving Bardens, Andrew Latimer. Doar pentru utilizare non-comercială. Date de la: Musixmatch
“Every man has some reminiscences which he would not tell to everyone, but only to his friends. He has others which he would not reveal even to his friends, but only to himself, and that in secret. But finally there are still others which a man is even afraid to tell himself, and every decent man has a considerable number of such things stored away. That is, one can even say that the more decent he is, the greater the number of such things in his mind.” Fyodor Dostoevsky
„Deoarece omul ăsta îi întrece pe diplomaţii cei mai dibaci prin sinceritatea lui îndrăzneaţă ― îşi spuse ea ― de ce n-aş folosi şi eu aceeaşi sinceritate, ca pe o armă periculoasă, ce s-ar întoarce împotriva lui?” Michel Zevaco, ”Cavalerii Pardaillan”, vol. V
This is the end You made your choice and now my chance is over I thought I was in You put me down and say I’m goin’ nowhere Save me darlin’ I am down but I am far from over Give me somethin’ I need it all ‘cause I am runnin’ over Back in the race I’m movin’ in ‘cause I am getting closer I’m diggin’ in I want it more than anything I’ve wanted Save me darlin’ I am down but I am far from over Give me somethin’ I need it all ‘cause I am runnin’ over Save me darlin’ I am down but I am far from over Give me somethin’ I need it all ‘cause I am runnin’ over Save me darlin’ I am down but I am far from over Give me somethin’ I need it all ‘cause I am runnin’ over I’m runnin’ over […]
I… like the things that you hate And you… hate the things that I like But it hurts Honesty’s your church But sometimes It’s better to lie I… am the vinegar and salt And you… are the oil that dissolves My frustration Honesty’s limitation But sometimes It’s better to lie But sometimes It’s better to lie… I am the vinegar and salt And you are the oil that dissolves my frustrations Limitations But sometimes… I don’t dare to ask why Compozitori: Gerard Manset, Alex Callier, William Sheller. Doar pentru utilizare non-comercială. Date de la: Musixmatch
C’est comme une gaieté, comme un sourire Quelque chose dans la voix qui paraît nous dire „Viens” Qui nous fait sentir étrangement bien C’est comme toute l’histoire du peuple noir Qui se balance entre l’amour et le désespoir Quelque chose qui danse en toi Si tu l’as, tu l’as Ella, elle l’a Hou hou houhou hou houhou Ce j’n’sais quoi Hou hou houhou hou houhou Que d’autres n’ont pas Qui nous met dans un drôle d’état Ella, elle l’a Ella, elle l’a (elle l’a) Houhou houhou hou houhou Cette drôle de voix (elle l’a) Hou hou houhou hou houhou Cette drôle de joie Ce don du ciel qui la rend belle Ella, elle l’a Ella, elle l’a (elle l’a) Houhou houhou hou houhou Ella, elle l’a (elle l’a) Houhou houhou hou houhou Elle a Ce tout petit supplément d’âme Cet indéfinissable charme Cette petite flamme Tape sur des tonneaux, sur […]
Hey, Matt Yeah, Tim? Hey, you talked to Marc lately? Uh, haven’t really talked to him but he looks pretty, uh, down „He looks pretty, uh, down?” Yeah, well, maybe we should cheer him up then What do you, uh, suppose we should do? Well, does he like butter tarts? I was lying on the grass of Sunday morning of last week Indulging in my self-defeat My mind was thugged, all laced and bugged, all twisted, wrong and beat A comfortable three feet deep Now the fuzzy stare from not being there on a confusing morning week Impaired my tribal lunar-speak And of course you can’t become if you only say what you would’ve done So I missed a million miles of fun I know it’s up for me (If you steal my sunshine) Making sure I’m not in too deep (If you steal my sunshine) Keeping versed and on […]
