This is love, this is love

E dimineata. Mult prea dimineata, iar tu esti imbracat in pragul usii. Te agiti prin casa de o ora curmandu-mi somnul la fiecare 5 minute. Si culmea, imi place. Esti agitat, grabit, precipitat, adorabil. Prin fereastra deschisa de langa pat intra putinele grade echilibrand temperatura din camera, iar eu ma rasucesc sub patura ca si cum ar fi ultima dimineata in care nu trebuie sa ma trezesc devreme. In toata rasuceala mea este un calm greu de descris din doua motive: in primul rand, nu ar intelege nimeni, si in al doilea rand, nu sunt sigura nici eu ca-l inteleg. E liniste, impacare, implinire.
Te-ai trezit devreme, ti-ai facut ritualul de dimineata si esti gata de plecare. Probabil ca nu poti nici sa concepi sa dormi pana la ora asta, si mai ales sa te rasucesti asa, intre somn si trezire, pret de doua, trei ore. Dar stii ca mie-mi place, nu ma critici si nici nu ma indemni sa deschid ochii si sa ma ridic din pat. Imi place sa te privesc cand inca sunt adormita, cu ochii intredeschisi, sa vad cum iesi din dus si te imbraci prea subtire. Si azi esti imbracat prea subtire.
Ti-as ridica hanoracul, mi-as trece mainile peste umerii tai si mi-as aseza palmele pe pieptul tau, pe bluza incredibil de subtire pe care te incapatanezi sa o porti si la 6 grade. As sta cateva minute in picioare, pironita langa tine, asa perfect cum esti tu si la 7 dimineata. Poate asa si diminetile mele ar fi perfecte.

This is love, this is love
that I'm feelin

Lui Sandu

In august 2003 mi-am luat inima-n dinti si i-am scris. Cartea lui cu titlu provocator reprezentase exact saltul de perspectiva de care aveam nevoie la varsta aia, in prag de facultate si cu creierii varza. Schimbul nostru de cuvinte a facut, ani mai tarziu, subiectul unui capitol din cartea sa. Cartea sta acum la loc de cinste pe raft, in fata ochilor mei, si asa va fi oriunde si oricat m-as muta in viata asta. E frumos sa-mi amintesc senzatia pe care am avut-o cand am deschis romanul si am vazut capitolul meu. Al meu! Si acum ma face sa zambesc cat de prapastioasa eram (sunt).
Multumesc.

The Decemberists - Lost at Sea

Things have changed

A worried man with a worried mind
No one in front of me and nothing behind

There's a woman on my lap and she's drinking champagne
Got white skin, got assassin's eyes
I'm looking up into the sapphire tinted skies
I'm well dressed, waiting on the last train

Standing on the gallows with my head in a noose
Any minute now I'm expecting all hell to break loose

People are crazy and times are strange
I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range
I used to care, but things have changed

This place ain't doing me any good
I'm in the wrong town, I should be in Hollywood
Just for a second there I thought I saw something move
Gonna take dancing lessons do the jitterbug rag
Ain't no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag
Only a fool in here would think he's got anything to prove

Lot of water under the bridge, Lot of other stuff too
Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through

People are crazy and times are strange
I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range
I used to care, but things have changed

I've been walking forty miles of bad road
If the bible is right, the world will explode
I've been trying to get as far away from myself as I can
Some things are too hot to touch
The human mind can only stand so much
You can't win with a losing hand

Feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet
Putting her in a wheel barrow and wheeling her down the street

People are crazy and times are strange
I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range
I used to care, but things have changed

I hurt easy, I just don't show it
You can hurt someone and not even know it
The next sixty seconds could be like an eternity
Gonna get low down, gonna fly high
All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie
I'm in love with a woman who don't even appeal to me

Mr. Jinx and Miss Lucy, they jumped in the lake
I'm not that eager to make a mistake

People are crazy and times are strange
I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range
I used to care, but things have changed

Nocturnal madness

Joi la 1 noaptea orbecaiam dupa tine, te cautam desi nici macar nu stiam unde sa caut. Ma gandeam ca dormi si vedeam pe ceasul de pe bord minutele care se scurgeau si ma faceau sa ma simt in multe feluri care se succedau cu viteza luminilor sinistre de pe Oltenitei. Da, alea horror, intermitente. Indragostita pe strada Staruintei, pierduta pe Aliorului, disperata pe Dragos ala imposibil de tinut minte, panicata pe Racovita, amuzata pana la isterie pe Turnu Magurele, si as putea sa continui.... "Cautam acul in carul cu fan!," am auzit o voce usor panicata dar inca stapana pe situatie. Asta m-a determinat sa constat sec ca trecem pe langa Obregia a mia oara si ca probabil ala este locul pe care-l cautam.

Dar am invatat ca Berceniul e un loc destul de prietenos noaptea, cu multe firme mari luminoase, FILTRE pe fiecare strada mai mare (so don't drink and drive!:D), indicatoare de Carrefour la fiecare pas, lipsa indicatoare bulevarde mari din sector, rockerasi tineri (sau mai putin tineri, in fine) dornici sa ajute, si baieti draguti care-si plimba cainii cu glugile trase pe cap.

Asta pentru ca iti place de atatia ani (ok, si pentru ca ar putea fi laitmotivul meu since I'm never there...)

Callin' out around the world

I wonder if Rock Hudson was looking for this record:

All we need is music, sweet music
There'll be music everywhere
There'll be swingin', swayin' and records playin'
And dancin' in the streets

Balerinul meu de lemn se rasuceste in pozitiile cele mai nefiresti, se contorsioneaza si ma priveste fix de pe comoda alba, perfecta, imaculata. In seara asta mi-e rau dar el o stie deja. Stie cat de agitat imi e somnul, ca ma imbrac prea subtire in primele zile de iarna, stie cand ma simt singura, sau cum imi place sa ma trezesc dimineata - incet, tihnit, lenes chiar. Diminetile sunt facute pentru a fi lenes. De unde este asezat acum patul nu mai vad lumina de la fereastra vecina, nu mai vad decat balerinul meu sectionat, deformat, intarziat, indurerat. Balerinul atotstiutor.

Muse

I think I'm drowning
asphyxiated
I wanna break this spell
that you've created

you're something beautiful
a contradiction
I wanna play the game
I want the friction

you will be the death of me
you will be the death of me

bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it

our time is running out
our time is running out
you can't push it underground
you can't stop it screaming out

I wanted freedom
bound and restricted
I tried to give you up
but I'm addicted

now that you know I'm trapped sense of elation
you'd never dream of
breaking this fixation

you will squeeze the life out of me

bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it

our time is running out
our time is running out
you can't push it underground
you can't stop it screaming out
how did it come to this?

you will suck the life out of me

bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it

our time is running out
our time is running out
you can't push it underground
you can't stop it screaming out
how did it come to this?

Layla

I was never a Clapton fan but this song kicks ass.

great acoustic version here

You shine brighter, baby, in my heart Than all bright lights in this New York City

Ultima data as vrea sa fie in cinematograf. M-am gandit des in ultimele zile la asta. Cam pe la jumatatea unui film zgomotos de actiune, cu urmariri si impuscaturi, cu urlete si sange zburand in toate partile, tu vei intra in sala intunecata si vei pasi incet astfel incat sa simt cum te apropii din ce in ce mai mult de mine. Vei ajunge in dreptul randului unde sunt asezata, singura, inspre mijloc. Vei intra pe rand si te vei apleca pentru a nu deranja ceilalti spectatori ahtiati dupa masinile sport si armele de pe ecran.
Te vei aseza langa mine si nu vei spune nimic, ci ma vei lua de mana si ma vei strange pana cand vei simti o tresarire.

Fink, AKA Fin Greenall, is an English singer-songwriter, producer and DJ from Brighton. It is also the name given to the touring trio fronted by Greenall himself, completed by Guy Whittaker (bass) and Tim Thornton (drums). - more on wiki

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Sort of Revolution (2009)

Last time that I saw you it was dark
I remember cause I think you’re pretty
You shine brighter, baby, in my heart
Than all bright lights in this New York City

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There's (still) no sun shining through

Sunt in casa mea, cu lucrurile mele, cu obiceiurile schimbate in masura in care speram sa se schimbe. Totul e calm pe front acum.

Am citit ce mi-ai scris si m-a intristat. Intotdeauna mi-am dorit un barbat care sa-mi scrie, sa-mi scrie si sa ma scrie. Iar cuvintele tale sunt perfecte. Si stiu ca ai dreptate - poate asta le face, de fiecare data, per-fec-te. Dar nu le face mai putin triste. Intr-un fel ma bucur ca nu am spus-o niciodata: o chestie in minus care sa ma (ne) bantuie.

Karaoke? God, I need it.