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Byhyy! herään siihen kun sähkömies hakkaa ovelle...Tiistai 20.10.2009 14:51
mutta ei se mitään nyt meen kuunteleen vinyylejä ja syödä vähän aamupalaa ja sitten maailma hymyilee ja sitten meen vielä kirpparoimaan marikan kaaaa!!! UUUJEEEE :D
Call out the instigators because theres something in the airTiistai 06.10.2009 03:20
Festival Express 1970Sunnuntai 27.09.2009 05:42
voi helvetti ku aamu alko hyvin! :D Jouduin tekeen tiskejä ja kuunteleen country musiikkia :SLauantai 26.09.2009 19:03
ei ollu kivaaa :(
[Ei aihetta]Perjantai 25.09.2009 00:20
Singing to an ocean, I can hear the ocean's roar
Play for free, play for me and play a whole lot more, more
Singing about good things and the sun that lights the day
I used to sing on the mountains, has the ocean lost it's way
Play for free, play for me and play a whole lot more, more
Singing about good things and the sun that lights the day
I used to sing on the mountains, has the ocean lost it's way
Busines Time...hahahah!! :DSunnuntai 20.09.2009 19:33
Treat Me Like Your MotherLauantai 19.09.2009 04:46
Electric light orchestra-10538 overtureKeskiviikko 16.09.2009 02:04
Did you see your friend crying from his eyes today
Did you see him run through the streets and far away
Did you see him run, did you see him fall
Did his life flash by at the bedroom door
Did you hear the news it came across the air today
Someone has been found on the rocks down in the bay
Did you see him hide, did you see him crawl
Does his life mean more than it did before
Did you see that man running through the streets today
Did you catch his face, was it 10538
Did you see him run through the streets and far away
Did you see him run, did you see him fall
Did his life flash by at the bedroom door
Did you hear the news it came across the air today
Someone has been found on the rocks down in the bay
Did you see him hide, did you see him crawl
Does his life mean more than it did before
Did you see that man running through the streets today
Did you catch his face, was it 10538
Alison MosshartTiistai 15.09.2009 13:15
Today is today. Tomorrow is tomorrow.Yesterday is gone.It is hard to tell the difference between obsession, passion and violence. As for every obsession, there is a passion within it, and for every passion, there is violence within it! Are they one? Can you separate them? I can't. Rip the photograph into 23 pieces; you should have memorized it by now. The way you might memorize a song.
When I was a kid I looked for a look. You know, the look of the obsessed!, in photographs and in sound. I'd play the same record 600 times. The artists I loved, I voided them of their sexual orientation, their names, birth date. they became simply, a heart beat. Mine. I spent every hour dreaming. Every hour searching. I'd talk to those photographs, dead people in photographs that made eye contact with me.
Art is life and death, and it doesn't matter which.
Music, art, literature, it has to be free, has to be chaos, out of control, dangerous, obsessed, passionate, violent! In essence, no matter how many times they are seen as crimes and thrown in jail, they remain outside. Explain that! How art precedes you? How passion, how music, how story telling is lung-less needs nothing, survives ultimately, outlives you? This is of great importance! Art can leave incredible scars. And this is what we all want, yes? We want to leave a mark, of beauty or not.
When I was a kid I looked for a look. You know, the look of the obsessed!, in photographs and in sound. I'd play the same record 600 times. The artists I loved, I voided them of their sexual orientation, their names, birth date. they became simply, a heart beat. Mine. I spent every hour dreaming. Every hour searching. I'd talk to those photographs, dead people in photographs that made eye contact with me.
Art is life and death, and it doesn't matter which.
Music, art, literature, it has to be free, has to be chaos, out of control, dangerous, obsessed, passionate, violent! In essence, no matter how many times they are seen as crimes and thrown in jail, they remain outside. Explain that! How art precedes you? How passion, how music, how story telling is lung-less needs nothing, survives ultimately, outlives you? This is of great importance! Art can leave incredible scars. And this is what we all want, yes? We want to leave a mark, of beauty or not.