Thursday, May 28, 2015

Stargazer




Late at night I will stare up in the skies forever
Late at night I will stare up in the skies forever
Looking on more 
Looking on more





Late at night I will stare up in the skies forever
Looking on more 
Looking on more 




Looking on more
Looking on more

Thievery Corporation

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

No One's Gonna Know





Praise the moral absentee
ho runs a gang of violent thieves
with power many guns retrieve
when shooting for the kill
a new temptation holds you tight
keeps you putting up a fight
a bully underdog could win
with bootstraps pulling up his chin





The only way to climb to the top
is stepping on heads
you're better off dead
you were always worth killing
just a runner for the show
and no one's gonna know






Praise the woman buttered up
your golden apple shut her up
she bats her eyes, now points her toes
perfects the mating ritual
babes are born and she stays by
sings the children lullabies
Knowing when your on the run
Knowing when to hold her tongue





Praise the king on pillow top
who guides the power
from generations of upper stations
hard work makes no new relations

Tristen

Monday, May 25, 2015

Secret Circus






We have come so far
But we can't turn back, no
So don't you worry, dear
We will put our hands together
We will find our way out of here





Maybe a better place to be
Is here or nowhere to be seen
I can't help finding out your secrets







Maybe a better place to be
Is here or nowhere to be seen
I can't help finding out your secrets





I saw where you'd gone
And it got us nowhere - anywhere but here
So we will put our heads together
We will find our way out of here





Maybe a better place to be
Is here or nowhere to be seen
I can't help finding out your secrets

Two Door Cinema Club

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Wander




Save your fragile mama's heart,
And though she will come for you,
But I wander






And I wonder,
Just how far will you need to be,
For shaking talk so easily,
For hours on end I wander,
Still I don't even...know her





Feel just like I need to be,
Back where I was,
Before I couldn't do that,
And I wander






And I wonder,
Just how far will you need to be,
For shaking talk so easily,
For hours on end I wander,
Still I don't even know






How it keep a lid on me,
How it keep a lid on me







And I wonder
Just how far will you need to be,
For shaking tough so easily,
For hours on end I wander







How it keeps a lid on me,
How it keeps a lid on me (and I wonder),
How it keeps a lid on me (just how far will you need to be),
How it keeps a lid on me (for shaking tough so easily),
How it keeps a lid on me (for hours on end I wonder),
How it keeps a lid on me,






How it keeps a lid on me

Tame Impala


Friday, May 22, 2015

Broken Brights







Is that the old man walking in the dark





Take me home where them broken brights
Are shinning down, make me feel alright
When we were young
When we were young




 

Is that the old man walking in the dark
Is that the old man walking in the dark






Shake them bones let me lost tonight
We'll grow young make me feel alright
When we were young
When we were young



Is that the old man walking in the dark
Angus Stone

Thursday, May 21, 2015

The double II





The Double

part II



 
 

The Double (Russian: Двойник, Dvoynik) is a novella written by Fyodor Dostoyevsky. It was first published on January 30, 1846 in the Fatherland Notes.It was subsequently revised and republished by Dostoevsky in 1866.



 
 

Photos from a Greek adaptation of the play directed by Efi Birba.
Starring Aris Servetalis, Drosos Skotis, Giorgos Symeonidis, Simeon Tsakiris, Konstantinos Karvouniaris.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

He could not consent to allow himself to be insulted, still less to allow himself to be treated as a rag, and, above all, to allow a thoroughly vicious man to treat him so.
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 

No quarrelling, however, no quarrelling! Possibly if some one wanted, if some one, for instance, actually insisted on turning Mr. Golyadkin into a rag,
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
he might have done so, might have done so without opposition or punishment (Mr. Golyadkin was himself conscious of this at times), and he would have been a rag and not Golyadkin - yes, a nasty, filthy rag; but that rag would not have been a simple rag,




 
 
 
it would have been a rag possessed of dignity, it would have been a rag possessed of feelings and sentiments, even though dignity was defenceless and feelings could not assert themselves, and lay hidden deep down in the filthy folds of the rag, still the feelings there...” 
 
Part I of the post is here


Wednesday, May 20, 2015

The double I





The Double
part I



The door from the next room suddenly opened with a timid, quiet creak, as if thus announcing the entrance of a very insignificant person...






The Double (Russian: Двойник, Dvoynik) is a novella written by Fyodor Dostoyevsky. It was first published on January 30, 1846 in the Fatherland Notes.It was subsequently revised and republished by Dostoevsky in 1866






The Double centers on a government clerk who goes mad. It deals with the internal psychological struggle of its main character, Yakov Petrovich Golyadkin, who repeatedly encounters someone who is his exact double in appearance but confident, aggressive, and extroverted, characteristics that are the polar opposites to those of the toadying "pushover" protagonist. The motif of the novella is a doppelgänger (Russian "dvoynik"). [ wikipedia ]






Photos from a Greek adaptation of the play directed by Efi Birba.
Starring Aris Servetalis, Drosos Skotis, Giorgos Symeonidis, Simeon Tsakiris, Konstantinos Karvouniaris.







I mean to say, Krestyan Ivanovich, that I go my own way, a particular way. I'm my own particular man and, as it seems to me, I don't depend on anybody. I also go for walks, Krestyan Ivanovich.”






Bow or not? Call back or not? Recognize him or not?" our hero wondered in indescribable anguish, "or pretend that I am not myself, but somebody else strikingly like me, and look as though nothing were the matter. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Simply not I, not I—and that's all," said Mr. Golyadkin, taking off his hat to Andrey Filippovitch and keeping his eyes fixed upon him. "I'm . . . I'm all right," he whispered with an effort; "I'm . . . quite all right. It's not I, it's not I—and that is the fact of the matter.” 





Monday, May 18, 2015

Tomorrow Never Knows





Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream
It is not dying, it is not dying






Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void
It is shining, it is shining







Yet you may see the meaning of within
It is being, it is being






Love is all and love is everyone
It is knowing, it is knowing






And ignorance and hate mourn the dead
It is believing, it is believing







But listen to the colour of your dreams
It is not leaving, it is not leaving






 

So play the game "Existence" to the end
Of the beginning, of the beginning

The Beatles