Kacik Poezji (i rozmow na tematy okolomuzyczne)

Z ta zolcia, to mi sie tak napisalo... Zreszta, coz to byl za dzien... i tak nie pamietam, co dokladnie mialem na mysli Wink

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Fakt, ze wszystkie uczucia sa piekne i potrzebne. I bol moze chyba miec w sobie cos pieknego. I dlatego wszystko jest warte przezywania i odczuwania. Bo, a moze jesli - jak napisalas - jest prawdziwe.

Gwendolyn Brooks

THE POOL PLAYERS.

SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL.

We real cool. We

Left school. We

Lurk late. We

Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We

Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We

Die soon.

jak się poczyta, że ktoś inny też odczuwa ból to się trochę raźniej robi Wink

taka motywacja...jak inni przetrwali to ja nie przetrwam?

a tekst... kurcze... impressive.

Gov't Mule - Banks Of The Deep End (Haynes, Gordon, Lintz)

On the banks of the deep end
Where your soul is your best friend
Searching for a reason to go astray
Wild dreams turn to nightmares
Silver clouds turn to golden stairs
And everything that you used to know is slipping away

Here, I've got my puzzle piece
Only got it for a short term lease
No time for asking - no going back to get hurt
I take a little from the mixture
Try to fit it into the picture
Got a place where you're standing
Dig your shoes into the dirt

Trying hard to back - runnin' on the stones
Put you on my shoulders - we can be the only one
See the world's still spinning 'round
Getting' dizzy when we look

There's a reason to be home
There's a feeling when you smile
But it feels like it might take over
This feeling deep inside
And there's distance down the line
Far away from the station
We can leave it all behind on a rolling creation

Sit away from the window and lock the door
Can't you learn from the last time and the time before
See the world's still spinning 'round
Getting dizzy when we look

Got to leave town to see the yellow flowers bloom
Sun going down
It's gonna be rising soon

On the banks of the deep end
Twisted as the river bend
Searching for a reason to go astray

You couldn't hire twenty-five men
To do what the man could do
Just the sound of his walking
Could split the whole damn town in two
Into the night full of shadows
He still walks when the thunder rolls
This river ain't shallow
Reminds us that the bell still tolls

Bears in the kitchen
Tigers on TV
The singer's pretending that this song's for me
See the world's still spinning 'round
Getting' dizzy when we look

You took a long walk down by the waterline
I heard they had to drag you off the sand
Find a dune and the wind will miss you
Hold on to a piece of dry land
Got to hold on to a piece of dry land
Got to hold on to a piece of dry land

On the banks of the deep end
Where I lost my best friend
Searching for a reason to go astray

Bulldog - Klimatyczny kawalek.

Nola - Razniej tez, napewno. Dla mnie to ma tez cos wspolnego z banalnym "cierpienie uszlachetnia". Bo jednak to zmienia ludzi i potrafi zmienic na lepsze. I ze smutku czesto sie rodza. sie najpiekniejsze melodie i teksty.

A skoro temat bolu, to przypomnialo mi sie takie cos, co widzialem jakis czas temu. Nie wiem, jak Was, ale mnie rusza bardzo. Prawdziwe: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sdUUx5FdySs&NR .

Tears, Idle Tears
Lord Alfred Tennyson

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more.

Hmm w zasadzie nie wiem czemu to tu zamieszczam, ale pewnie dlatego, że x lat temu ten utworek zrobił na mnie wielkie wrażenie z dołu przepraszam za zaśmiecanie, ot taka nagła egoistyczna potrzeba.

Właśnie, Memphis, zmienia... Poza tym - Scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue, you just have to realize the strength, jak to ktoś kiedyś mądrze powiedział.

Kiwi... z jednej strony smutne, ale z drugiej... Jednak można walczyć o marzenia choćby nie wiem co.

A tak a propos Gov't Mule to przypomniało mi się o jednej z moich ukochanych piosenek tego zespołu, której namiętnie słuchałam w bardzo ciężkich czasach.

Which Way do we Run?

Time fades slowly across the plains
Dreams so real - you can reach right out and touch them
Me - why'd you have to go and pick me
Do you know - do you even know can you tell me

Which way do we run
Which way do we run
Which way do we run

Think - Instincts tell you nothing now
The shadow of a giant can be felled by the shadow of a man
Demons stealing down from the heavens
Here comes one now - with a lightning bolt in his teeth

Which way do we run
Which way do we run
Which way do we run

I ain't gonna dream forever
But I'm gonna try and live
Tell me can you taste forever - right now Right now

Little Elvis Hitler don't'cha follow me
These scars on my back - they're because of you
And these cuts on my wrists
They're just me trying to get away from you
And I'm still trying to get away

Which way do we run
Which way do we run
Which way do we run
Which way do we run
Which way do we run
Which way do we run

Kiwi tak... I jeszcze o tym, ze marzenia rodza sie z bolu. I ze kiedy marzysz, to jest piekne tez dlatego, ze boli. I o tym, jak wiele mozna poswiecic.

Piosenki niestety nie znam, a szkoda, bo tekst ladny.

A ja w moich ciezkich czasach sluchalem namietnie kawalka Skynyrdow, ktory pewnie wszyscy znaja - Simple Man.

Tyle, ze lubie go w wykonaniu Deftones. Pewnie sie nie spodoba, ale jakby ktos byl ciekaw: [link widoczny dla zalogowanych] . Lubie wrzucic to bardzo glosno, kiedy chce sie uspokoic. A tutaj tekst:

Mama told me when I was young
Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say.
And if you do this
It will help you some sunny day.
Take your time... Don't live too fast,
Troubles will come and they will pass.
Go find a woman and you'll find love,
And don't forget son,
There is someone up above.

And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?

Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
All that you need is in your soul,
And you can do this if you try.
All that I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.

And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?

Boy, don't you worry... you'll find yourself.
Follow you heart and nothing else.
And you can do this if you try.
All I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.

And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?

Solo gitarowe jest niesamowite Smile

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Ja jednak zostanę przy Skynyrdach Smile

wolę bardziej tradycyjne brzmienia Wink

Ale btw świetny kawałek.

A dzisiaj jedna z najlepszych piosenek z jednego z najlepszych albumów, jakie kiedykolwiek powstały. Jeśli ktoś lubi ciężkie brzmienia, to polecam 'Bustle In Your Hedgerow' Down. Aż czuć mgłę nad Mississippi i klimat Louisiany Smile

Learn from this mistake

I've come so close, it's almost hard to believe
When you're up close, it blinds you brilliantly
Just one rush can change your life forever
Just one push can end it all together

Why can't we learn from the plague that surrounds us
Learn from my mistakes
Learn from this mistake
Learn from our mistake
Learn from their mistakes

There's no shoulder to cry on when you have no shame
There's no finger to point when you are to blame
Open book, in my eyes shows you rain, then storming
I can't look, when covered by the nothing and the suffering

Learn from my mistakes
Learn from this mistake
Learn from our mistake
Learn from their mistakes
Learn from my mistake

Believe me, all my friends, in the ending of the story
There's no junkie out there with a happy ending
It consumes you, and haunts you like the devil
It's the art of the process that kills off all the rebels

Learn from this mistake
Learn from my mistake
Learn from our mistake
Learn from my mistake...

Down... Nie znam szczerze mowiac Smile

. No, bo ja to sie ogolnie malo na czym znam. A dzisiaj przynosze Wam cos nowego:

Alan Ginsberg - Howl

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats
floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tene- ment roofs
illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the
scholars of war,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burn- ing their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror
through the wall,
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, al- cohol and cock and endless balls,
incomparable blind; streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada &
Paterson, illuminating all the mo- tionless world of Time between(...)

Alan Ginsberg - Skowyt

Widziałem najlepsze umysły mego pokolenia zniszczone szaleństwem, głodne histeryczne nagie,
włóczące się o świcie po murzyńskich dzielnicach w poszukiwaniu wściekłej dawki haszu,
anielogłowych hipstersów spragnionych pradawnego niebiańskiego podłączenia do gwiezdnej prądnicy w maszynerii nocy,
którzy w nędzy łachmanach z zapadniętymi oczyma w transie czuwali paląc w nadnaturalnych ciemnościach tanich mieszkań, płynąc poprzez dachy miast, kontemplując jazz,
którzy pod liniami kolejki nadziemnej odsłaniali swe mózgi Niebiosom i objawiały im się natchnione anioły Mahometa rozkołysane na dachach czynszówek,
którzy odbyli uniwersytety chłodnym promiennym wzrokiem rojąc Arkansas i Blake'em natchnioną tragedię pośród mędrków wojny,
których wylano z uczelni za obłęd i obsceniczne ody rozlepiane w oknach czaszki,
którzy trzęśli się w bieliźnie w niegolonych pokojach, paląc w koszach na śmieci swe pieniądze i nasłuchując Terroru za ścianą,
których kopano w brodę przyrodzenia, gdy wracali przez Laredo z przemytem marihuany dla Nowego Jorku,
którzy łykali ogień w hotelach wypacykowanych farbą albo pili terpentynę w Paradise Alley, marli lub noc w noc umartwiali swe torsy przy pomocy snów, haszu, budzących zmór, wódy, chuja, i nieustających jebań, niezrównanie ślepych ulic drżącego obłoku i błyskawicy umysłu skaczącej ku biegunom Kanady i Paterson, rozświetlającej cały zamarły świat z Czasem pośrodku(...)

Troche przydlugie, czyli nie tak jak lubie, ale Ginsberga chyba najlepiej zaczac poznawac od najlynniejszczego "Skowytu". Sam dopiero sie wgryzam. Trudno, bo jezyk ciezki, za to tlumaczenia podle i trzeba tak skakac, az sie wszystko ulozy, ale doswiadczenia bardzo przyjemne, jak dotad. Polecam wiecej tworczosci. Jesli sie spodoba, to dam link.

I won’t get through,
Knots in my mind.
I resent my feelings for you,
Self I can't find.
I can't get through.
Oh, paper and a pencil,
Are the best friends I've got.
I went to downtown,
Got picked up by the dark
Didn't get what I wanted
But I didn't care a lot,
I saw that life was kidding.
But after death it changed.
Now I’m an empty man.

I'm warning you,
I skipped a life.
To be here,
I've got no right..
I'm bad luck.
Oh, I used to feel a lot,
For you I went straight blind,
Things used to be alright
Now myself I can find,
So much was going on
I'm empty now inside
When I thought life was terrible
Things were going fine
Sadness called as a set up
Look on

It's not right
I gained my pain
It's a cheap trick
I wanna do it again
I want another chance,
To seek you out more once,
I've got no life
Oh, I am a separate entity
From the guy I was before
Here nobody wants me
I hoped for something more
That I flip through empty pages I thought
I wrote on
I can't tell what is dreaming
Look on

Uwazam za bardzo piekne to, ze napisales tu cos swojego. Naprawde.

Gregory Corso
One Day
One day while Peter-Panning the sky
I saw a man
a man dying over the Eastern Gulph
and said to this man:
- The light that makes us a friend of eagles
has made our poor wounds an interval of clouds,
slow and creeping, calm and sad,
in this skyful dungeon of things. -
And he replied:
- The sky is awful! The sky undarkens!
Hermes, his winged foot, rests old in China!
Rests uncontested while cloudbuds burst
and windleaves fall!
While tired hands hold back
the violent skirt of night!
While my tired hands hold back
the violent skirt of night!
While my moss-covered feet crush
the seaports of day! -
I left the dying man, and he must always die,
for Solitude refuses to lower a gentle hand
upon his long sad face.

W moim pokoju wlasnie pieprzy sie dwoje ludzi. Uwazam to, za bardzo poetyckie.

Memphis napisał:

W moim pokoju wlasnie pieprzy sie dwoje ludzi. Uwazam to, za bardzo poetyckie.

A Ty siedzisz i na nich patrzysz. A to juz poetyckie nie jest Smile

Ale jak inspirujące... Smile

Dobra, dobra wysłał posta po czym dołączył.... Very Happy

ojajego swoją drogą....nie ma to jak znajomości z korzyścią Cool

Autor wiersza, to oczywiscie Greogry Corso - coz za niewybaczalna pomylka Wink

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To byl eksperyment, ktory mial wlasnie inspirowac Very Happy

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Nie no... powiedzmy, ze to metafora, bo mnie za jakiegos odychlenca i oblecha wezmiecie Wink

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