.....it took the eyes of a mad man to see the world in a new light and to paint it that way.....





Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They did not listen, They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now







Don McLean - Vincent ( Starry, Starry Night)

Ieri...






Azi...






Cla n-a vazut la vremea lui gaselnita asta cu metronoamele lui Cornel...
...vreau doar sa ii scuz neatentia; ca stiu ca n-a avut timp cum ar fi vrut...


nu-i nimic...un dezghet launtric e binevenit la orice vreme...


iar cornel merita ascultat..si reascultat...si reascultat.......si reascultat......

Pentru mine ??

multumesc din inima Fiat...multumesc din inima Cla !!!

Acest topic a fost editat de The Dude: 16 May 2014, 07:14 PM

Upps... chiar ca nu vazusem, Dude... Ieri, întâmplator, mi-a fost dor si am cautat daca oare-oare as gasi ceva, am gasit si credeam, în elanul meu de habarnist, ca îti fac o surpriza...

...si ai reusit


mi-ai facut chiar una foarte placuta, pentru ca iti marturisesc ca atunci cand Fiat a postat link-ul m-am apucat imediat pe reascultat....dar m-am oprit dupa vreo zece emisiuni, tot amanand reluarea auditiei..


acum, initiativa ta m-a tras delicat de maneca si am inceput din nou, cu ravna, sirul de episoade..

le-am descarcat in telefon si acum ascult mereu...


multe multumiri prietene....

Cu placere, Dude Si eu tot le ascult...

Livin' Blues - Black Night

Nu stiu daca am mai pus-o, dar ce conteaza...
Astea sunt pentru Dude si fiatlux... la asa o biserca m-as duce si eu

Do you see the Light ?


Maggot Brain


Si.. Time is ticking away...

C-Block


Acest topic a fost editat de Cla: 6 Jun 2014, 06:30 PM

Dinauntrul lui llewyn davis pentru Fiatlux

Hang me, oh, hang me, I'll be dead and gone.
Hang me, oh, hang me, I'll be dead and gone.
I wouldn't mind the hanging but the laying in the grave so long
Poor boy, I've been all around this world.

I been all around Cape Girardeau, parts of Arkansas
All around Cape Girardeau, parts of Arkansas
Got so goddamn hungry I could hide behind a straw
Poor boy, I've been all around this world.

Went up on the mountain, there I made my stand
Went up on the mountain, there I made my stand
A rifle on my shoulder and a dagger in my hand
Poor boy, I've been all around this world.

Hang me, oh, hang me and I'll be dead and gone.
Hang me, oh, hang me and I'll be dead and gone.
I wouldn't mind the hanging but the laying in the grave so long
Poor boy, I've been all around this world.

Put the rope around my neck, hung me up so high
Put the rope around my neck, hung me up so high
The last words I heard them say: "Won't be long now 'fore you die"
Poor boy, I've been all around this world.

La aniversare...


.......Fiatlux...Cla,.....Gryphon(?)......noua nu ne-au mai ramas atat de multi ani din viata...hai sa punem mai multa viata in anii care ne-au mai ramas, ani care pentru fiecare, ar trebui sa fie bogati, rotunzi, importanti si frumosi...


Suntem uniti, mai intai de orice din dragostea pentru muzica...iar viata, pana la urma, nu-i decat un cantec...un lung si frumos cantec...



Cateva persoane, atat de diferite ca varsta, educatie si zone ale interpretarii, au ales sa faca impreuna inregistrarea ce urmeaza. Participarea lor creste in intensitate, si se transforma pe masura ce piesa inainteaza......pe masura ce armonia se instaleaza....Intelegerea care ii cuprinde contamineaza pe oricine, consonand perfect cu textul, mesajul....si ritmul vietii insusi....!


asta s-a intamplat si cu noi.



Life's a long song.

When you're falling awake and you take stock of the new day,
and you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to say,
well, don't you fret, don't you fear,
I will give you good cheer.

Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.

If you wait then your plate I will fill.

As the verses unfold and your soul suffers the long day,
and the twelve o'clock gloom spins the room,
you struggle on your way.
Well, don't you sigh, don't you cry,
lick the dust from your eye.

Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.

We will meet in the sweet light of dawn.

As the Baker Street train spills your pain all over your new dress,
and the symphony sounds underground put you under duress,
well don't you squeal as the heel grinds you under the wheel.

Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.

But the tune ends too soon for us all.


______________________________________________________________







La aniversare...sunteti cu mine in seara asta prieteni , dar mai ales eu sunt cu voi...



sa ne tinem de mana ca sa nu ne imprastiem, ori rataci !!!





asa sa ne ajute Dumnezeu !!

Acest topic a fost editat de The Dude: 20 Jun 2014, 09:33 AM

Blues from Johnny Guitar Watson

Gangster Of Love

Tangled Up In Blues


Early one morning the sun was shining
I was laying in bed
Wond'ring if she'd changed it all
If her hair was still red
Her folks they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough
And I was standing on the side of the road
Rain falling on my shoes
Heading out for the East Coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues getting through
Tangled up in blue.

She was married when we first meet
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam I guess
But I used a little too much force
We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out West
Split it up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best
She turned around to look at me
As I was walking away
I heard her say over my shoulder
"We'll meet again someday on the avenue"
Tangled up in blue.

I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the ax just fell
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I happened to be employed
Working for a while on a fishing boat
Right outside of Delacroix
But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind
I seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind and I just grew
Tangled up in blue.

She was working in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer
I just kept looking at her side of her face
In the spotlight so clear
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I's just about to do the same
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me "Don't I know your name ?"
I muttered something underneath my breath
She studied the lines on my face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe
Tangled up in blue.

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
"I thought you'd never say hello" she said
"You look like the silent type"
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burning coal
Pouring off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you
Tangled up in blue

I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs
There was music in the caf,s at night
And revolution in the air
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside
And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keeping on like a bird that flew
Tangled up in blue.

So now I'm going back again
I got to get her somehow
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter's wives
Don't know how it all got started
I don't what they're doing with their lives
But me I'm still on the road
Heading for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point of view
Tangled up in Blue.

...an unamerican prayer







Give me love
Give me love
Give me peace on earth
Give me light
Give me life
Keep me free from birth
Give me hope
Help me cope, with this heavy load
Trying to, touch and reach you with,
heart and soul

OM M M M M M M M M M M M M M
M M M My Lord . . .

PLEASE take hold of my hand, that
I might understand you

Won't you please
Oh won't you

Give me love
Give me love
Give me peace on earth
Give me light
Give me life
Keep me free from birth
Give me hope
Help me cope, with this heavy load
Trying to, touch and reach you with,
heart and soul

OM M M M M M M M M M M M M M

Cause I'm a player, ain't gonna let you see my tears....






so




it ain't tears you see in my eyes.....it's just blood







She looked at me, begin to smile
Said, "Hey, hey, man, can't you wait a little while?"
No, no, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you
No, no, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you
Got blood in my eyes for you baby
I don't care what in the world you do

No, no, mam I cant wait
You got my money, now you're trying to break this date
Hey, hey, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you
Hey, hey, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you
I've blood in my eyes for you babe
I don't care what in the world you do

Don't make me wait - Vinyl

Bomb the bass

Monoceros est beste,
un cor at en la teste.
Pur ço issi at nun,
de bouquet at façon.

Par une pulcele est prise,
or oyez en quelle guise.

De o copilă e prins,
Inorogul prinţ,
De o copilă e prins,
Licornul prinţ.

Ea cu sânii în floare şi dulce,
mi-l adastă ca pe un stăpân.
El aleargă-ntr-un suflet să-şi culce,
mândrul cap pe-al ei galeş sân.

Capu-n poala ei bine nu-şi pune,
că-mi adoarme ca un prunc.
Vânătorul atunci îl răpune,
mi-l răpune în veşted crâng.

Aşa-i ucis în somn,
Inorogul domn!
Aşa-i ucis în somn,
Licornul domn!

En son devan se dort
issi vient a sa mort.
En son devan se dort
issi vïent a sa mort.




....lui fiat plin de remuscari tarzii....(pentru intarzierile din corespondenta)

.....crescut intr-un orfelinat, Alfred "Alf/Freddie" Lennon...era un marinar si un cantaret ocazional de banjo...In portul Liverpool, printre voiajuri cu durate de peste un an, Alf o intalneste pe "sociabila" Julia Stanley cu care, mai in gluma/mai in serios, se si marita...insa la intoarcerea dintr-o calatorie, afla ca este tatal unui fiu: John Winston Lennon, nascut pe 9 Octombrie 1940...Cativa ani dupa si in aceleasi conditii, dar de data asta cu un tata recunsocut oficial (un militar englez), Julia recidiveaza si ii naste lui Alf o fata...for a change...erau vremuri grele ...razboiul, suferinta, confuzia....





Acest topic a fost editat de The Dude: 25 Jul 2014, 02:02 PM

Pentru The Dude si fiatlux.

Chickenfoot http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chickenfoot

Something going wrong, but it goings get better


Acest topic a fost editat de Cla: 27 Jul 2014, 03:08 PM

I'll be the round about
The words will make you out 'n' out
You change the day your way
Call it morning driving through the sound and
In and out the valley

The music dance and sing
They make the children really ring
I spend the day your way
Call it morning driving through the sound and
In and out the valley







In and around the lake
Mountains come out of the sky and they stand there
One mile over we'll be there and we'll see you
Ten true summers we'll be there and laughing too
Twenty four before my love you'll see
I'll be there with you

I will remember you
Your silhouette will charge the view
Of distance atmosphere
Call it morning driving through the sound and
Even in the valley

...sa revenim la blues


In my time of dying, want nobody to mourn
All I want for you to do is take my body home

Well, well, well, so I can die easy

Jesus, gonna make up my dyin' bed.
Meet me, Jesus, meet me. Meet me in the middle of the air
If my wings should fail me, Lord. Please meet me with another pair

Well, well, well, so I can die easy

Jesus, gonna make up.. somebody, somebody...
Jesus gonna make up... Jesus gonna make you my dyin' bed

Oh, Saint Peter, at the gates of heaven... Won't you let me in
I never did no harm. I never did no wrong

Oh, Gabriel, let me blow your horn. Let me blow your horn
Oh, I never did, did no harm.

Ce misto si progresiv, sa mor io

Nu te supara Dude daca nu-ti place, dar asta trebuie s-o bag.

Tom Sawyer

M-ai fermecat, Dude... asta e de pe albumul "Intro the out door", la care am fost live
Ultimul cu Bonham

Si pentru tine, tot blues:

Rock'n'roll ain't noise pollution

Si..buna dimineata !!

It's a long way to the top

with lyrics


Acest topic a fost editat de Cla: 30 Jul 2014, 10:31 AM

AC/DC...ce misto !!!






PS...e de pe albumlul (dublu) Physical Graffiti (ultima de pe prima fata) si e intr-adevar cu Bonzo la tobe...

Acest topic a fost editat de The Dude: 30 Jul 2014, 10:30 AM

Whole lotta Rosie


Brian Johnson from Geordie:

Don't do that




Acest topic a fost editat de Cla: 30 Jul 2014, 12:05 PM

Time...

...

Blues

Bon Scott

Înca una,sorry.
Night Prowler

Chiar ? credeam ca e de pe ultimul, dar mersi ca m-ai invatat

Hai sa-i punem in memoraim pentru John Henry Bonham.
Moby Dick

...babteedaaaap.....


It's one o'clock and time for lunch,
When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench
I can always hear them talk.

There's always been ethel:
Jacob, wake up! you've got to tidy your room now.
And then mister lewis:
Isn't it time that he was out on his own?
Over the garden wall, two little lovebirds - cuckoo to you!
Keep them mowing blades sharp...

I know what I like, and I like what I know;
Getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show.

Sunday night, mr farmer called, said:
Listen son, you're wasting your time; there's a future for you
In the fire escape trade. come up to town!
But I remebered a voice from the past;
Gambling only pays when you're winning
- I had to thank old miss mort for schooling a failure.
Keep them mowing blades sharp...

I know what I like, and I like what I know;
Getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show.

When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench,
I can always hear them talk.
Me, I'm just a lawnmower - you can tell me by the way I walk.

cand ne-a parasit fiatlux (blestemata fie in veci ziua aia )..la mine in suflet, asta canta..

I don't want to see you go,
I don't even want to be there.
I will cover up my eyes
And pray it goes away.
You've only lived a minute of your life
I must be dreaming,
Please stop screaming.
I don't like to hear you cry.
You just don't know
How deep that cuts me.
So I will cover up my eyes
And it will go away.
You've only lived a minute of your life
I must be dreaming,
Please stop screaming.