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[Oct. 13th, 2008|03:33 pm] |
the imperial sweepings insists ignition checks but not freedom, nothing hangs within each and of another one the ammunition allows this way, that it fights so brave, to defend itself, since it can love not more how the body of a man has been hung,
he had last of forever,
a man is hurt and it will be again
a repeated endevour
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[Feb. 27th, 2006|10:50 am] |
i love when she wakes me up in the morning |
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[Feb. 22nd, 2006|10:59 am] |
 We talked for well over an hour, we said ten million words about one, we dove into dirty shit water to find gold, and to see love. And as I lay silent now under a blue blanket, it squeezes all air out of me, it makes me fight back. I fill the room with smoke, and turn black. |
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[Jul. 5th, 2005|04:04 am] |
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| | connie francis - among my souvenirs | ] |
old skool , yeh |
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| the mars volta |
[May. 9th, 2005|02:58 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | digable planets - where i'm from | ] |
show so sexy, fantastic energy, true artists.thank you
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[Apr. 28th, 2005|11:39 am] |
Leolo
A film by Jean-Claude Lauzon
From late June at Kino, Melbourne
Reviewed by Mario Giorgetti
Canadian writer-director Jean-Claude Lauzon, whose first film, Night Zoo (1987), was well awarded but left many critics unconvinced, establishes with Leolo a solid reputation for a distinct if at times driven and almost deranged artistic genius, boldly treading the line between lunacy and lucidity.
Lauzon believes a film should be an intense and involving experience and have you on your knees with its emotional power. In this obliquely autobiographical film, he tells a powerful tale that is at once poignant, funny, seriously poetic and full of the candour, warmth and fantastic light of childhood revisited.
It's a familiar coming-of-age scenario wherein 12-year-old Leo Lozeau, a highly intelligent, sensitive boy, grows up in a stifling working-class milieu in a shabby part of town. He knows he doesn't belong here, but he can't escape his fate, so he spins a private fantasy and reinvents his life and his origins to suit himself.
In his imagined world, little Leo (Maxime Collin), born into a poor Montreal family plagued by congenital insanity, renames himself Leolo Lozone.
His real father is a pathetic man on the edge of lunacy whose mission in life seems to be to keep the doctor away by making sure everyone in the family has at least one bowel movement a day. So Leolo fantasises that his mother (Ginette Reno), the only rational member of his family, was accidentally impregnated by a tomato carrying the potent sperm of a Sicilian man named Lozone, who thus fortuitously became his father.
One by one his two sisters, his muscle-bound but childlike older brother and his father end up tied to a bed in the insane asylum, staring at the walls in catatonic stupor. It's up to Leolo now to try to break the cycle of insanity, and to that end he must destroy
his grandfather, the bad seed and contemptible wellhead of all this madness, the dirty old man who has even tainted the lovely Bianca, a teenage neighbour and object of Leolo's awakening sexual desire.
In his secret journal, of which page after page ends up in the daily trash, Leolo pens the story of his life and pours into it all the pathos and poetry of his circumstances. In his inverted Cartesian maxim, “I dream, therefore I am not”, he lives outside reality, basking in the white light that radiates from his closet, opening into a sunny Mediterranean dream world and, if he's not careful, insanity.
Leolo combines tragic and comic elements in a style reminiscent of Balzac and in subject matter not unlike Terence Davies' autobiographical film The Long Day Closes, only much more colourful and less self-indulgent. It is a romantic story told with warmth and compassion. An original piece of work and a deeply affecting cinema experience. |
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[Apr. 28th, 2005|11:39 am] |
can(wikipedia)
Can (band)
Can was one of the major Krautrock bands, an avant-garde, improvisational "anarchist community" who have had a great influence on modern rock and electronic music. They formed in Cologne in 1967 as Inner Space, comprising bassist Holger Czukay, keyboard player Irmin Schmidt (both music teachers who had studied under Karlheinz Stockhausen), guitarist Michael Karoli (a pupil of Czukay), and jazz drummer Jaki Liebezeit.
Krautrock is a generic name for the experimental bands who appeared in Germany in the early 1970s. It was originally a somewhat derogatory term coined by the British music press from the slang term "Kraut", meaning "a German person" and taken from the traditional German dish of pickled cabbage, Sauerkraut. However, because much of the music produced by these bands has since come to be very highly regarded, the term 'krautrock' is now generally seen as an accolade rather than an insult.
Typical bands dubbed 'krautrock' in the early 1970s included Tangerine Dream, Faust, Can, and others associated with the celebrated Cologne-based producer and engineer Conny Plank, such as Neu!, Kraftwerk and Cluster. Bands such as these were reacting against the post-WWII cultural vacuum in Germany and tending to reject Anglo-American popular culture in favour of creating their own more radical and experimental new German culture. |
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[Apr. 3rd, 2005|03:38 am] |
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| | insignificant | ] |
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| | Jan Sandell - Kosmos - Ciss Moll.mp3 | ] |
"All yours,
Babooshka, babooshka, babooshka-ya-ya!
All yours,
Babooshka, babooshka, babooshka-ya-ya!" |
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| morning , i love you |
[Mar. 31st, 2005|11:35 am] |
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| | sleepy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | that | ] |
Colin Blunstone - Andorra
The nearer we got to Andorra
The sun set on the left,
The rounded mountains pointed
To the black clouds in the West
Hey, there's a darkness
In the sky that's not the night
Hey, there's a rain cloud there
That's shutting out the light
What do I tell you, it's always the same:
When you run for the sun, you catch the rain
As soon as we reached Barcelona,
The cold wind touched the beach,
The sun we left in London
Is away beyond our reach
Hey, I said darling:
It seems a waste of time
Hey, all I do is sit
And drink our Spanish wine
Of all the tales of Granada
they tell of Islam's run,
they lived eneath the Moorish lord
beneath a Moorish sun.
Oh, how we yearned to turn
our faces to that glare
when down from the mountains
came the rain to soak our hair
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sucha a beautiful voice, such a beautiful song |
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[Mar. 24th, 2005|05:42 pm] |
death and rebirth
immortality
Mother Earth
the life force awakened
perfect harmony |
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[Mar. 22nd, 2005|02:47 am] |
Doors - Crystal Ship
Before you slip into unconsciousness
I'd like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss, another kiss
The days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain
The time you ran was too insane
We'll meet again, we'll meet again
Oh tell me where your freedom lies
The streets are fields that never die
Deliver me from reasons why
You'd rather cry, I'd rather fly
The crystal ship is being filled
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time
When we get back, I'll drop a line
(love) |
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[Mar. 22nd, 2005|02:22 am] |
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| | strange | ] |
| [ | music |
| | cat stevens - maybe you're right | ] |
you speak a forgotten language, sweetheart
you mix up your days and nights, sugarpie
you choose milk over water
you're soft and unspoken of
silence never made you cry, sweetheart
silence always passed you by, sugarpie
silence is your freedom
silence took you with it
you like to dive into the sink, don't you?
you can't fit into infinity, can you?
you are an austronaut
you are the traveler of our secret lives |
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[Mar. 21st, 2005|02:35 am] |
| [ | music |
| | cat stevens - pop star | ] |
behind closed eyes, there's a dark forest
behind darkness there's your second pair of eyeballs
earth, is alive, breathing with its oceans,
earth is our favorite house, and we're its mice
scattered , unwanted, cute,
our little round eyeballs, lookign for that cheese |
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| the creature |
[Mar. 18th, 2005|02:15 am] |
| [ | music |
| | john butler trio - actross the universe | ] |
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