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Невероятно хубав ден, 5-ти декември!  И точно на него - какво да бъде? Разбира се - също толкова невероятния и непреводим Мистър Блу Скай, който още се усмихва като синьо око под юрган от облаци! Толкова много спомени, и все хубави, както е хубав този ден. Electric Light Orchestra Mr Blue Sky Sun is shining in the sky there aint a cloud in sight it's stopped raining, Everybody's in the play And don't you know it's a beautiful new day, Hey, Hey Running down the avenue, see how the sun shines brightly, In the city, on the streets where once was pity, Mr. Blue Sky is living here today, Hey, Hey Mr.Blue Sky, please tell us why, you had to hide away for so long(So Long), Where did we go wrong Hey, you, with the pretty face, welcome to the human race A celebration, Mr. Blue Sky's up there waiting, And today is the day we've waited for, Oh-Oh Hey, there, Mr. Blue, we're so pleased to be with you, Look around, see what you do, everybody smiles at you Mr. Blue Sky, Blue Sky, Blue Sky, Blue Sky, Blue Sky, yi Mr. Blue, you'll get it right, but soon comes Mr. Night, Creepin' over, now his hand is on your shoulder, Nevermind, I'll remember you this, I'll remember you this way |
Иеее, и тъй като вече Мистър Найт смени Мистър Блу Скай, завършвам този великолепен 5-ти декември пак с приказните ELO, скъп мой спомен от дивни времена. - Electric Light Orchestra Serious Night after night I try to make it out all together Night after night I see you as someone I remember You took me by surprise Opened up my eyes Now we gotta talk this over Can it really be so serious To be a broken up and delerious I guess we've really been out of touch But can it really be so serious Day after day I know its not the way that you wanted Day after day I try to find the key but it don't fit But you know how it is No matter what I did We gotta talk it over Can it really be so serious To be a broken up and delierious I guess we've really been out of touch But can it really be so serious Tonight tonight I'm thinking over everything you said to me Tonight tonight I'm sorry but I just didn't see But now it's up to you There's nothing else to do We gotta talk it over Can it really be so serious To be a broken up and delierious I guess we've really been out of touch But can it really be so serious Is it too serious? |
Честит Рожден Ден, брате Кентавре! Жив и здрав бъди, много всел и куражлия! Тъй като не съм сигурна кое е твото любимо парче, поздравявам те със Стинг, когото си пазех за десерт - ето това пък е моето любимо негово. А той е моят фаворит. Текстът няма никакво отношение към този хубав повод, просто това е песента, която най-много обичам - дели си първото место с дъжда на Юрая Хийп в моята класация за десетте най-хубави песни за всички времена. STING "Why Should I Cry For You" Under the dog star sail Over the reefs of moonshine Under the skies of fall North, north west, the Stones of Faroe Under the Arctic fire Over the seas of silence Hauling on frozen ropes For all my days remaining But would north be true? All colours bleed to red Asleep on the ocean's bed Drifting on empty seas For all my days remaining But would north be true? Why should I? Why should I cry for you? Dark angels follow me Over a godless sea Mountains of endless falling, For all my days remaining, What would be true? Sometimes I see your face, The stars seem to lose their place Why must I think of you? Why must I? Why should I? Why should I cry for you? Why would you want me to? And what would it mean to say, That, "I loved you in my fashion"? What would be true? Why should I? Why should I cry for you? |
| А това пък е снимка, направена от наш форумен колега, майстор-фотограф. Един негов сайт, който той има любезността да ми изпрати - негов личен, и се нарича "Малките чудеса около нас". Поздравявам те още веднъж и ти желая весел празник!  |
Благодаря ти много!  He deals the cards as a meditation And those he plays never suspect He doesn't play for the money he wins He doesn't play for the respect He deals the cards to find the answer The sacred geometry of chance The hidden law of probable outcome The numbers lead a dance I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier I know that the clubs are weapons of war I know that diamonds mean money for this art But that's not the shape of my heart He may play the jack of diamonds He may lay the queen of spades He may conceal a king in his hand While the memory of it fades I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier I know that the clubs are weapons of war I know that diamonds mean money for this art But that's not the shape of my heart That's not the shape, the shape of my heart And if I told you that I loved you You'd maybe think there's something wrong I'm not a man of too many faces The mask I wear is one Those who speak know nothing And find out to their cost Like those who curse their luck in too many places And those who fear are lost I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier I know that the clubs are weapons of war I know that diamonds mean money for this art But that's not the shape of my heart That's not the shape of my heart |
  Fields of Gold You'll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we walk in fields of gold So she took her love, for to gaze awhile Upon the fields of barley In his arms she fell as her hair came down Among the fields of gold Will you stay with me, will you be my love Among the fields of barley We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we lie in fields of gold See the west wind move like a lover so Upon the fields of barley Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth Among the fields of gold I never made promises lightly And there have been some that I've broken But I swear in the days still left We'll walk in fields of gold We'll walk in fields of gold Many years have passed since those summer days Among the fields of barley See the children run as the sun goes down Among the fields of gold You'll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You can tell the sun in his jealous sky When we walked in fields of gold |
| В интервюто за списание Rolling Stone, проведено през декември 1970, осем месеца след официалната раздяла на Beatles, John Lennon описва обкръжението на групата като “един древен Рим от пари, секс и наркотици. Всеки искаше да се качи на въртележката.” Jann Wenner, основател на Rolling Stone, смята, че това е една от най-откровените изяви на Lennon. "Няма нито една дума в този разговор, която да не е ценна или интригуваща,” обяснява Wenner. Пред Rolling Stone Lennon унищожава непокътнатия бляскав имидж на Beatles, наричани "the Fab Four" (Великолепната Четворка). "Всеки около мен иска този имидж да продължи да съществува. Затова и някои са се вкопчили в него,” споделя John Lennon. “ 'Не ни отнемайте този малък Рим, в който са всичките ни къщи, коли, любовници, жени, асистентки в офиса, партита, алкохол и наркотици…’ ” Предполагаеми снимки Освен това Lennon разкрива тъмната страна на групата по време на турнета. "Ако не можеше да се намерят желаещи почитателки, се наемаха проститутки,” твърди той. "Каквото дойде. Имаше ме на снимки как пълзя на четири крака на излизане от бордеите на Амстердам, а хора ме поздравяват с ‘Добро утро, John!’” Lennon твърди, че снимките и други подробности не са видели бял свят, защото е бил избягван “голям скандал.” Музикантът отправя критики и към бившиа си съкомпозитор и приятел, понастоящем Sir Paul McCartney. "Омръзна ни да бъдем все в сянката на Paul след смъртта на Brian Epstein (мениджърът на Beatles)," споделя още Lennon. "Paul пое юздите и така да се каже ни водеше. Как може да си лидер, ако се въртиш все в кръг?" По думите на Lennon, съвместното му композиторско творчество с McCartney приключило "около 1962 година или някъде там". Атаки срещу приятели "Най-добрата ни музика, като се изключат ранните хитове като I Want to Hold Your Hand бе написана от всеки един поотделно, не в сътрудничество." Въпреки гневните емоции, Lennon все пак показва уважение към бившия си партньор McCartney. "Той е способен на големи неща и ще ги постигне," казва John. Lennon твърди, че е стигнал до употребата на хероин, заради отношението към него и Yoko Ono от страна на "Beatles и техните приятелчета". "Понесохме много мъка," споделя той. Lennon отправя критики и към друг член на бандата, George Harrison. "Той работеше с двама много добри композитори на песни и се научи на много неща от нас,” продължава Lennon, отнасяйки се критично към дебютния соло албум на Harrison. "Нямаше да имам нищо против да съм на мястото на George." Домашно спокойствие Mick Jagger, фронтмен на съперниците им Rolling Stones, бе наречен от Lennon “една смешка". "Да можех да направя списък на онова, което ние направихме и онова, което Stones правеха два месеца след нас във всеки албум. Mick просто ни имитираше.” Бившият Beatle иронично се оплаква и от личните последствия от своя талант. “Не е забавно да си гений. Направо е мъчение.” С по-позитивна нота, Lennon разговаря за удовлетворението, което му носи общуването с Yoko Ono, в сравнение с другите удоволствия и емоции, които е изпитвал. "Имал съм всякакви преживелици, но няма по-добро усещане от това да си в прегръдките на любимия човек.” Музиканти, сред които The Cure, Avril Lavigne и the Black Eyed Peas подготвят албум от кавъри на песни на John Lennon за албум, записван по идея на Amnesty International. Пълната компилация ще бъде издадена догодина, но Amnesty ще пусне някои от синглите предварително, за да отбележи международния Ден на човешките права на 10 декември. Сред тях ще са кавърът на Power to the People от Black Eyed Peas, Love в изпълнение на The Cure и кавър на Isolation от Snow Patrol. Вдовицата на Lennon Yoko Ono заяви: "Великолепно е, че чрез тази кампания песните, които са толкова добре познати на хората от моето време ще станат достъпни на цяло едно ново поколение.” BBC |
| The night gang started working With a mile of southern road As I watched I got to thinking You ain't never coming home I looked out of nowhere There was nobody at all To get me help To get through to you I'm here making night calls Night calls Making night calls Night calls Making night calls I tried too hard to reach you But you must be moving fast All my hopes about the future Will just live on, Into the past You know that it ain't easy And the twilight starts to fade Sittin here In the chill of the morning Thinking of the plans we made Oh, night calls Making night calls Let it ring The night calls Making night calls Oh, night calls Give up those night calls ЧРД!  |
 Джо за рождения ми ден.......Стрелял си в десятката, брате Кентавре! Страхотно! Благодаря много, много! И пак Стинг в ответ! И той десятка, и то каква.  Words by Sting, music by Sting A thousand years, a thousand more, A thousand times a million doors to eternity I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times An endless turning stairway climbs To a tower of souls If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars, The towers rise to numberless floors in space I could shed another million tears, a million breaths, A million names but only one truth to face A million roads, a million fears A million suns, ten million years of uncertainty I could speak a million lies, a million songs, A million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time But if there was a single truth, a single light A single thought, a singular touch of grace Then following this single point , this single flame, The single haunted memory of your face I still love you I still want you A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves Like galaxies in my head I may be numberless, I may be innocent I may know many things, I may be ignorant Or I could ride with kings and conquer many lands Or win this world at cards and let it slip my hands I could be cannon food, destroyed a thousand times Reborn as fortune’s child to judge another’s crimes Or wear this pilgrim’s cloak, or be a common thief I’ve kept this single faith, I have but one belief I still love you I still want you A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves Like galaxies in my head On and on the mysteries unwind themselves Eternities still unsaid ’til you love me |
| Сибила, ЧРД и от мен ето с тази песен: Every chip from every cup Every promise given up Every reason that's not enough Is falling at your feet Every band elastic limit Every race when there's nothing in it Every winner that's lost a ticket Is falling at your feet I've come crawling, falling at your feet Everyone who needs a friend Every life that has no end Every knee not ready to bend Is falling at your feet I've come crawling, now I'm falling at your feet Every teenager with acne Every face that's spoiled by beauty Every adult tamed by duty They're all falling at your feet Every foot in every face Every cop's stop who finds the grace Every prisioner in the maze Every hand that needs an ace Is falling at your feet I've come crawling, and I'm falling at your feet (All fall down) All the books you never read (All fall down) Just started (All fall down) All the meals you rushed (All fall down) Never tasted (All fall down) All the information (All fall down) All the big ideas (All fall down) All the radio waves (All fall down) Electronic seas (All fall down) How to navigate (All fall down) How to simply be (All fall down) To know when to wait (All fall down) This plain simplicity (All fall down) In whom shall I trust (All fall down) How might I be still (All fall down) Teach me to surrender (All fall down) Not my will, thy will Боно, Falling at Your Feet :-) |
Елинор, докато аз съм ти писала там, ти си ми писала тук, размекна ме, благодаря ти пак. Затова, пращам още една от най-любимите ми песни, приказен валс, много любовен, слушала съм го до припадък, по цял ден. Тук, и днес, му е времето. Enya Caribbean Blue ... Eurus ... ... Afer Ventus ... ... so the world goes round and round with all you ever knew - They say the sky high above is Caribbean blue ... ... if every man says all he can, if every man is true, do I believe the sky above is Caribbean blue ... ... Boreas ... ... Zephryus ... ... if all you told was turned to gold, if all you dreamed were new, imagine sky high above in Caribbean blue ... ... Eurus ... Afer Ventus ... ... Boreas Zephryus ... ... Africus ... |
| Сибила, La camisa Negra: by Juanes Tengo la camisa negra Hoy mi amor esta de luto Hoy tengo en el alma una pena Y es por culpa de tu embrujo Hoy se que tu ya no me quieres Y eso es lo que mas me hiere Que tengo la camisa negra Y una pena que me duele Mal parece que solo me quede Y fue pura todita tu mentira Que maldita mala suerte la mia Que aquel dia te encontre Por beber del veneno malevo de tu amor Yo quede moribundo y lleno de dolor Respire de ese humo amargo de tu adios Y desde que tu te fuiste yo solo tengo… Tengo la camisa negra Porque negra tengo el alma Yo por ti perdi la calma Y casi pierdo hasta mi cama Cama cama caman baby Te digo con disimulo Que tengo la camisa negra Y debajo tengo el difunto Tengo la camisa negra Ya tu amor no me interesa Lo que ayer me supo a gloria Hoy me sabe a pura Miercoles por la tarde y t u que no llegas Ni siquiera muestras senas Y yo con la camisa negra Y tus maletas en la puerta |
| SOLDIER OF FORTUNE Blackmore / Coverdale I have often told you stories About the way I lived the life of a drifter Waiting for the day When I'd take your hand And sing you songs Then maybe you would say Come lay with me love me And I would surely stay  But I feel I'm growing older And the songs that I have sung Echo in the distance Like the sound Of a windmill goin' 'round I guess I'll always be A soldier of fortune  Many times I've been a traveller I looked for something new In days of old When nights were cold I wandered without you But those days I thougt my eyes Had seen you standing near Though blindness is confusing It shows that you're not here  Now I feel I'm growing older And the songs that I have sung Echo in the distance Like the sound Of a windmill goin' 'round I guess I'll always be A soldier of fortune Yes, I can hear the sound Of a windmill goin' 'round I guess I'll always be A soldier of fortune  Редактирано от - Gan(ю)гоТрий на 03/5/2011 г/ 21:27:22 |
| The Rolling Stones - Wild Horses Childhood living is easy to do The things you wanted I bought them for you Graceless lady you know who I am You know I can't let you slide through my hands Wild horses couldn't drag me away Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away I watched you suffer a dull aching pain Now you decided to show me the same No sweeping exits or offstage lines Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind Wild horses couldn't drag me away Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie I have my freedom but I don't have much time Faith has been broken, tears must be cried Let's do some living, after we'll die Wild horses couldn't drag me away Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them some day Wild horses couldn't drag me away Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them some day |
| Friday I'm in Love - The Cure Non curo si dies Lunae caerulus est Dies Martis gratus est, Et dies Mercurii quoque Dies Iovis, non curo de te, Sed die Veneris, adamo. Dies Lunae, potes diffringere. Dies Martis Mercuriique cordem meum frangunt, Dies Iovis non incipit, Sed die Veneris adamo. Dies Saturni expectat, Dies Solus semper nimis serius venit. Non curo si Dies Lunae niger est. Dies Martis Mercuriique, infarctio cordis, Dies Iovis numquam retrospectat, Sed die Veneris adamo.  |
| Marvin, he was a friend of mine And he could sing a song His heart in every line Marvin sang of the joy and pain He opened up our minds And I still can hear him say Aw talk to me so you can see What's going on Say you will sing your songs Forevermore (evermore) Gonna be some sweet sounds Coming down on the nightshift I bet you're singing proud Oh I bet you'll pull a crowd Gonna be a long night It's gonna be all right On the nightshift Oh you found another home I know you're not alone On the nightshift Jackie (Jackie), hey what'you doing now It seems like yesterday When we were working out Jackie (Jackie, oh) you set The world on fire You came and gifted us Your love it lifted us Higher and higher Keep it up and We'll be there At your side Oh say you will sing Your songs forevermore (evermore) Gonna be some sweet sounds Coming down on the nightshift I bet you're singing proud Oh I bet you'll pull a crowd Gonna be a long night It's gonna be all right On the nightshift Oh you found another home I know you're not alone On the nightshift Gonna miss your sweet voice That soulful voice On the nightshift We all remember you Ooh the songs are coming through At the end of a long day It's gonna be okay On the nightshift You found another home I know you're not alone On the nightshift THE COMMODORES |
| Снощи даваха концерта на Гери Мур (баш по темичката) , та се подсетих за нея. Бях наскоро в Калабрия (Мафия!!!) Кратко, но пълноценно. Супер хора. Поздрави с Клаудио Бальони: se tu sapessi casomai che sogno te da mille anni se tu sapessi che è così forse lo cercheresti qui l'amore se ti accorgessi che caso mai tu solamente mi stai a cuore se tu capissi che d'ora in poi resto aggrappato ai sogni tuoi per non cadere e non morire più malgrado tutto ciò che pensi tu malgrado tutto ciò che pensi tu io voglio stare con te restarti nel cuore non calpestare un fiore che solo muore da solo da solo ma che cosa ti costa per far rinascere il sole trovar le parole per dirmi se se ti accorgessi casomai che io per te valgo qualcosa potrei inventarmi in una sera sotto una luna di primavera un amore se tu venissi incontro a me scordando il resto in un momento se tu venissi come il vento ed il mondo diventasse un punto che si cancella quando vuoi malgrado tutto ciò che mi dirai malgrado tutto ciò che mi dirai io voglio stare con te restarti nel cuore non calpestare un fiore che solo muore da solo da solo ma che cosa ti costa per far rinascere il sole trovar le parole per dirmi se ... se ti accorgessi casomai se ti accorgessi che mi vuoi amore amore amore amore |
| Любо и Тони са направили страхотен кавър на Лиан Раймс, за теглене - ТУКА Некой ако не се сеща коя беше LeAnn Rimes - пускам снимка от едно култово филмче  Ей го и текста: Everybody's Someone Artist:Leann Rimes/Brian Mcfadden And every day begins the same Get up, go out, come back gain Same old, same old A thousand faces pass you by You never look into their eyes You feel so ordinary They feel so ordinary Hey Everybody's someone No matter where you come from there's light in every single star You're more than who you think you are And hey Everybody's someone And when it's hard to hold on Remember you are not alone This house is everybody's home And every day we seem to chase The perfect smile, the perfect face Same old, same old Same old For every one who gets to shine A million more are left behind They feel so ordinary You feel so ordinary Hey Everybody's someone No matter where you come from there's light in every single star You're more than who you think you are And hey Everybody's someone And when it's hard to hold on Remember you are not alone This house is everybody's home From a king to a common man We're all part of a greater plan Oh There's light in every single star You're more than who you think you are Hey Everybody's someone When it's hard to hold on Remember you are not alone This house is everybody's home Hey |