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domov?
ničotaobejmu te a usnem
A tak sa z toho, co ti povedal, si napises status
A pod jeho menom uz len v compe folder
Na srdce ti doktori zas pripevnili holter
No zas je vraj vsetko v poriadku
ked tak, mas si nabuduce dat tabletku
Utekas vo svojich snoch a ked nespis, bezis este rychlejsie
Je to marna snaha najst riesenie co najlepsie
Bavis sa na nocnych morach o konci sveta, strate a smrti
Paradne vizualy, fantazie, aj ked sa vsetko ruti
Pocit v nebezpecnych situaciach je pre teba unik
Dalsie rano znovu naskocis na zaseknuty rychlik
Real je stale castejsie surreal
Zvykas si, aj ked to nie je ideal
Den za dnom, a noc co noc
Uz nevies ani plakat, zdeformovala ta spolocnost
A tak z toho, co ti povedal, si napises status
„Obejmu te a usnem"
Dobrou noc.let me disappoint you
looking for pictures
on a path in forest
create an image of the trees are so high
walking out of woods i see
a lake
i found a picture
let me disappoint you
expectations, expactations
the water so clean
i nearly see the bottom
i am almost there
see if i can touch it
i found a picture
let me disappoint you
there's snow on the top of the moutain
like a photograph in a calendar
the month of May
so i go in my head
like a museum
when sometimes enough's enough
can't catch a thought
please
let me disappoint you
this time
i am running away
to the forest
inside
(i think i did it)....Na oddeleni
Len čítať, pozerať a počúvať
Nejde to vôbec rozmýšľať
Zahlcovať, zaplňovať, zaplavovať, informovať seba,
Pohľad cez roentgen a vnútri len kosti
Pripadne nádor (dá sa to?)
Ani nadol, ani nahor
Žiadna línia nejde sledovať, z nití nie sú už ani vlákna
Nedá sa posunúť, stále len utekať
V kruhu
Alebo na bežiacom páse
Jasnejšie to majú kvety vo váze
Písať si kalendár z dneška na zajtra rýchlo
Čo bude pozajtra je jedno
Čo sa stalo včera je ešte viac
Jedno
Byť všade a nikde
Hlavne nemyslieť
Darí sa mi to
Udržiavať kontakt a kontakty
Raz za čas tam, raz za nečas inam
Len nikdy nie smerom k vám
Vy aj tak všetky bežíte na iné strany
Nie svetové, je ich oveľa viac
Čakajú na objavenie
Raz v jednej izbe
Na oddelení
A možno nikdy
Na oddelenípiate poschodie nie je
kracam svojou ulicou
vsetko je rovnake a uplne ine
tmavomodry favorit susedov odchadza
vonku okrem toho auta a mna
vobec nikto
vo vchode je tak normalneticho a chladno
zavolam si vytah nechce sa mi ist pesi
na piatom mi nezastavil wtf?
okej no tak to skusim este raz
nic
som na stvrtomtak naspat hore
medziposchodie, nejak vyjdem cez dvere
idem peso dole no neda sa prejst
preliezam parapety
okolo strhane tapety
piate poschodie nie jesom zase na stvrtom
na prizemi si znovu zavolam vytah
nepamatam sa ci tam bol gombik s piatym poschodim
ale idem na piate
zas nezastavil
som na siedmom a zliezam dolu
schody koncia na siestom
piate poschodie nie jewu kids wu kicks
vidim devinsku v dazdi
seba v sirokych rifliach
je tma a tak trochu zima
vona mokreho asfaltu
vidim devinsku v dazdi
nas v 15tich
ne ja si nedam diky
majte sa
ideme dalej v dazdi
na horova mozno niekto bude
vo vyklenku su ti ini
sereme na to
tak vecierka na rohu
potom podme k lucii na schody do vchodu
zajtra mozno nebude prsat
ale vlastne je to aj tak jednosdgjofj
utekam. tak rychlo.odlietavaju zo mna kusky.utekam.tak rychlo.kusky sa odlamuju.utekam.tak rychlo.nezostane nic.nothing now
So no now nothing
So now no nothing
Nothing now
No
Lahostajnost, apatia
Dobry zly pocit zly dobry pocit ziadny
Smiech, hnev, smutok, teplo, zima, nic
Lahostajnost, apatia
Imunita
Nechcem si zvyknut
Nechcem si zvyknut
Nechcem si zvyknut
So now no nothing now
No now nothing no
Nothing now
No
Nepamatam si
In Zeno's Elea
no time to reflect
every second a new effect
in a mirror the image moves
it's not a photograph
it's not a video still
pictures move, moves
not like movies
pictures move, not like movies
hollywood classic presents...
another motion picture company
tickets are served round
free for everyone
with no seats, we have no seats
you never understood
you never understood
Zeno and his aporias
can't catch the wind
can't catch a thought
we're on the run
nowhere fast
running
and the mind is on the other side of the mirror
running
when you get there
give my love to Zeno of EleaBetween Life and Death (The Corridors)
Walking in the corridors
there's life on one side, death is on the other
Can't tell which one is right
Can't tell which one's left
To nowhere leads the ladder
There are mirrors all over the place
The reflected images just might be fakes
the side of life might be the side of death
everything is backwards
Walking in the corridor between life and death
Echoes and sounds from the past seems like a threat
Memories that are not mine they're surrounding me
Moments from someone else's life speaking to me
From one side there's a picture of me staring at myself
But no resemblance
the person doesn't recognise herself
Walking in the corridors between life and death
There's no dead rope, it's a line that never ends
The corridors and sides are illusion
It's the dead circleno title for now
so many loners alone at their homes
in their rooms anywhere in the whole world
watching the movies with best friends alone
but they don't know they don't know it at all
faces lit up by the bright light of screen
they don't remember where they have been
the light is flashing it's in their red eyes
then at the dawn they again realize
living a life of others feels so good
it makes them forget to do what they should
the lonesome cowboys, the lost souls in woods
the sailors and sirens, the brides and the groomes
in woods of the cyberspace
on the islands of networks
talking to no man's face
not knowing it's backwardsnames 2 / all the mad men
all you mad men
where did you go
all you mad men
the time with you was saint
now here all alone
walking the same streets
spending the days on my own
such a waste
all you Dean Moriartys
all you Allens, Burroughs, Iggy Pops and Keith Richards'
junkies and Jacobs
raise your dry cups
this one's on you
the mad ones
all you mad men, street dancers
the ghosts of the night
the artists of life
with you i felt alive
restless nights and midnight fights
together we wonnames 1
on the roads or couches in your rooms
all you wrestlers and bad blakes
and those whose stories remain untold
the holy antiheroes
Hemingway-like characters
i don't sympathize, i love you
i don't sympathize, i'm youelephant
this elephant looking at me
head's full of white aeroplanes
unreadable words invisible ink
pen's run out of ink
but inside it's bubbling
this paper here is poisoned
unredable unbearable
uncertainty gives you hope
while gnosis offers freedom
unreadable unbearable
but inside it's bubbling
the water is boiling
a machine is beeping
the elephant is staring at me
how long will it take
to become completely deaf
with these big elephant's ears
and those inside screams of fears
this elephant sitting on medlsie srcky
najst si dalsi svet
to co mam nestaci
este viac na kusky
najmensie
4, 5, 6
ani neviem
stale sa vracat
a stale utekat vpredu
je ako stat na mieste
nerozhodnost
neodhodlanost
neurcitost
neschopnost
nebolest
nezivot
nekonecnost
ta otravna
ziadne plany len ocakavania
preskocit nepreskocitelne
a dopadnut opat za stenu
ziadna tajna tehla co otvori priechod
v nekonecnom spanku sny nie su snami
obrazy na stenach bezvedomia
su len prazdne ramy
praskanie a vrzganie za dverami od ktorych kluc radsej nechcem mat
no mam ho
vo vrecku..
it's in each of usin our mindswicked thoughtsin crystal mindsscreaming in silence
expecting violencedancing in nonsense
jump over the thin fencejump off the buildingforget everythingcrystal mindslife's so nicelife's so sadlife's beautifulyour eyes so tearfuland so drywicked thoughsdesperate for lifescreaming in silenceexpecting violencedancing in nonsenseit's just a thin fencechangewaitseaseecliffsdesertsskiesstarsroadscloudsdown underflyingand the music is everywhereall is full of........we're mad
in deep
on the road on a train
distance and no things to blame
the three of four sleep
one is left awake, in deep
sheltered in the dark of a starry night
if there was no tomorrow she wouldn’t mind
covered fields and covered feels
no people around, no city streets
long road before the four
where it goes no one of them knows
and nobody cares now in dreams
it’s all just a moment as the heart beats
it’s all just a moment
as the heart beats
it’s all just a moment
as the soul sings
it’s all just a moment
as the mind stops to think
covered fields and covered feels
no people around, no city streets01/02/....90s00s10s
imagination lost
dreams lost
in dreams
all was lost
there’s some music that still
reminds me of how I’ve been
but your voice
tells me it’s my choice
imagination
lost
the track to the secret land
lost
notes with the plans
lost
what used to be a drawer
that couldn’t be closed
is now a rotten shattered wood
and swarfs
a vaccum
a void limbo
void agreement
that was made years ago
and all I hear is a voice
that tells me it was my choice
....a deal with the desert
on a desert on a desert i wanna go
empty road will lead us there
me, the thoughts, the bits and lows
and all the things that make me crawl
on a desert on a desert i will go
the dry land around will take it all
no harm to it no more
and no more will i fall
on a desert on a desert i go
the ground's so clear as the sky above
soon it will rain but no one knows
the sand and dust will eat it all
on a desert on a desert i go
to make a small exchange with it
we'll make a deal that's the goal
on a desert on a desert i'm alone
here it is take it i brought it for you
when you're done and the glass is empty
i can go
with a desert with a desert in me
i can go
will leave this place on my own
just a minute and i'm gonea word a lie
Where did all the years go
Blank head and a lot of posts
It feels like it‘s ages ago
A different life a different world
They all just disappeared
Can’t even see their faces
Although the truth is
They were covered even then
So many hours, days, weeks and months
What’s from it it’s just blank
Feels like ages ago
A different life a different world
Will anyone notice if you die
All you can see is just last login time
That man ended with a black tie
around his neck and then fly
Blank head and a lot of posts
Somewhere in the place of nowhere lost
People that lived in a no man’s land
I thought it was a far greater plan
It was not a life, it was not a world
All of them are gone now no
They didn’t exist how could they be gone
A different lie, a different wordb r a ii n ra ii n . ..
. .. pills for falling asleeppills for being awakepills for feeling okpills for felling no pain. ..no dreams at nightno need to fighta mosquito bitelost broken kite. ..out of this worldout of this bodyout of this placeit's been a nice story. ..above all the clouds there's a blue skyabove all the blue skiesthere's the universe in its blacknessand there you are,lost in spacesomewhere. ..
painting from: http://www.lightstep.org/awt/Sentimental emental / or how good this year was
January 1st, 2009
Starting with an unplugged set of The Ills (who earlier on played their first ever gig) just a few hours after midnight at some kind of a cultural centre in a small town called Sala, surrounded by my best friends was surely the first hint that this year’s going to be one of the good ones. Actually it was a great beginning.
February
Followed by an adventurous trip to Dresden, Germany, with a stop in Prague with my friend Ivana. Ok, we didn’t hitchhike but anyway it was quite an adventure. To go to Dresden without a ticket, to the sold-out concert, just hoping that those guys from the support band didn’t lie and put us on their list. And soon we found out it was worth a travel. Spending a night at some religioner’s youth house in Prague, where normally girls weren’t allowed to use the elevator except of Sunday, then arriving in Dresden in blistering cold and making our way to one of the most beautiful hostels I’ve ever been to, finding a place called Ararat where they not only make the best kebab in the world but you can choose from like 30 different kebabs, and then one night at around 1 a.m. in a hostel meeting some old Mexican guy who was travelling around the world and collecting traditional songs of different nations and recording them and talking with him about some strange stuff.
May
Although this year was not so full of parties, I can say there were some. And pretty wild ones. But anyway, what we don’t remember didn’t happen… LOL. Though it’s maybe a pity that I don’t remember what that guy from The Smiths Mike Joyce played that night….
June
Spending amazing almost three days and two nights at Wilsonic festival, where I actually got the chance to forget that I’m still in this dirty old town called Bratislava. Overwhelming atmosphere, dreamy moods as Moderat was playing their set. But then again most of all, the thing that is more and more essential as a good sign of a successful event is friends. Meeting friends.And then July… the most expecting month and those expectations where quite high I can tell you.
July 11th. Vienna, Austria – a Morrissey concert. But what was more exciting than seeing this old tired man sweating on stage and some hardcore fans getting in trance as Morrissey’s band played How Soon Is Now? (which in fact was one of the few decent tracks of the night but at least he didn’t leave the stage before the end) was a journey back home from Vienna to Bratislava. Arriving at the Sudbahnhof one minute before my train’s scheduled departure time and due to the reconstruction works on some of the platforms my train was departing from the furthest platform, and although I ran like hell all I could do was just wave goodbye to the train. So there I was at half past midnight at the cold station and in fact it wouldn’t be for the first time but it was the first time since they’d change the schedule for trains to Bratislava. Otherwise I would wait for an hour to catch the next train, but this was a different situation. Soon I noticed there are some other people who seemed as lost as me, so why not to join them and share this lostness together.
Soon we discovered if we want to come to Bratislava that night we have to take the train to Gansendorf and change the train there. So we quickly ran to the platform as the train was leaving in a few minutes and finally sat in and we thought how lucky we were. So my “lostness company” may seemed quite weird. But to not leave you in a mystery who were those people let me introduce them. There were two women from Nitra who were also at the Morrissey gig, a man who was coming back from David Byrne gig, two drunken Slovak skaterboys who were travelling to some Austrian village for a party, two guys from Nigeria who were going to Bratislava just for a night to buy a cheap champagne (because as they told me it’s much cheaper for them to travel from Vienna to Bratislava and back and buy the champagne there because the train tickets + the price of the champagne still costs less than if they would buy it in Vienna, so they travel!) and then an old Russian man who was travelling from Zurich to Moscow through Vienna and Bratislava…and changing trains at 2 a.m. in some little village between Vienna and Bratislava.
When we got to Gansendorf we found out that our train was delayed so we missed the train to Bratislava and we had to wait at this small cold platform in the middle of nowhere for 50 minutes. But it wasn’t boring at all. How could it be with this bunch of people. And as we were waiting that one Nigerian guy played some songs from his mobile phone like Neyo, Usher and stuff like that, when suddenly I heard that familiar sound... And it was Mandarinka Darinka - one of the most famous Slovak kiddie songs! And the guy actually started singing the words!! Now that was something I wouldn’t have even dream of. Then one more thing happened, a very confused young boy – like from a cartoon - suddenly appeared from nowhere and was asking us about a train to Vienna with a quite funny voice and luckily there just came a train with a single carriage going to Vienna so he got in. It was all quite surreal. And then finally our train came so by 3:37 I was at home. A night to remember. LOL
Four days later I’m in Prague – seeing Patti Smith and her band. Seeing familiar faces in front of the queue line (and of course in front of the stage) from the years before and quietly listening to their stories from New York. Seeing my dear friend Tom from Prague. And seeing Patti and Lenny making their way through the crowd to the venue and saying hello to everyone. Not to mention that before Patti there was also Tom Verlaine, trying to get to the venue through the locked door and with a confused smile saying sorry to the people for making his way through them.
July 17th / Pohoda Festival, Trencin, Slovakia, July 18th / Schiphol, Amsterdam
This is like a country in country. When you pass through the gates to the festival you’re in a completely different world. There are friends everyone. I don’t want to sound like some hippie with flowers in hair, but truly this is the place of love, friends, concerts, it’s Pohoda. It was only my second time there but it really feels like home when I’m there. To meet Patti Smith as she was walking around the festival, taking pictures with her hundred years old camera, to shake hands with her and act like a complete fool that’s not able to say a word in English correctly was just an added value.
It was quite hard to leave the festival earlier but at 5 a.m. I had to be at the airport in Vienna. My first ever so far away all-alone trip was about to began. So one last feeling of Pohoda as I saw The Blind Boys of Alabama (who performed the night before at Pohoda) on the airport in Vienna and (seven, six) commencing countdown (five), engines on (four) (three, two) check ignition (one) and may gods (blastoff) love be with you - Amsterdam, I am coming. To say the truth I’m not a very big fan of flying but thanks to those two Slovak kids sitting next to me, it was a great flight. Funny two kids all-alone travelling to Holland to spend the holidays there with their auntie.
Amsterdam was cold, not very nice weather at all, a complete opposite of what I left from Pohoda festival. The city seemed really cold, it wasn’t a love at first sight at all. The hostel was a mad house, a complete mess. And the worst thing was that I even didn’t like that first concert of mine of that U2 360 degrees or what Tour. I just wished that Major Tom would sent my U2 from space back on Earth. They seemed so distant to me. I don’t know why was that. Everyone else seemed to be having a great time. Maybe it was because the three days before were not very happy (18th July especially). Anyway, luckily enough the next day I met a friend of mine Lukas from Czech Republic and met his friends another Lukas and Anicka and I was with them for all day so that was great. And the show was far better than the night before. Ok, my U2 were back. Although they were still in space. ;)
And not to forget I met some wonderful people from the LarryMullenBand forum! I was very happy to meet you Angelfish, BigGirl and Brings although just very briefly, but I hope to spend with you some more time at some future gigs. ;) And wonderful Kite with her JD boyfriend. By chance bumping into you the next day and wandering through the streets of Amsterdam together until “nasa lodka”! haha. It was really nice. I was very happy to met both of you.
In the end Amsterdam was quite ok, although I was looking forward home. Funny thing happened to me on the way to the Central Station. A local homeless junkie came to me asking me something in Dutch so I told him I don’t understand. So then he spoke to me in English and was asking where am I going and where do I come from. So I told him that I’m from Slovakia. And he started to laugh so hard that he couldn’t say a word anymore. He just waved his hand and went away. Pretty strange but it did put a smile on my face. Goodbye, Amsterdam.
A sort of homecoming. Back home seeing my friends, going skateboarding with Matej, Yuri and Janko! And Chunkfoo and Pod poporit Pohodu. Nice few days….
So by the end of summer there were some more U2 gigs – Chorzow, Poland with Martina, Juro, Peto, my brother and there meeting some other friends. It was nice to see the Polish flag again, but.. Polish fans are a bit strange. It’s like there’s war before the entering the gates to the stadium and then once everyone’s inside it’s like a glorious joyful celebration of peace after the war. But before you get in you really need to be careful, if not I believe you can easily loose your life in that fight.
Then Zagreb, again with Martina, and this time also with Filip, and Slaven – Croatian guy, yeah, that was a funny trip…although I’m really happy Bono didn’t pull me up on stage (Martina and Filip know why LOL) at this gig. :)
And yeaaah, the Scotland trip!!! This was really fantastic. Fantastic time we had – Martina and I. No matter how much it rained. No matter how strong was the wind in the highlands. No matter how often were the mountains covered by clouds. Scotland is beautiful. The people are beautiful. And yeah, they really do speak in that accent!!
So first we were welcomed by naaaaasty Edinburgh. Nice city..and I have to come back not just because of that U2:3 vinyl they got there. Then the highlands… one of the most beautiful places on Earth. Truly. First we went to where we stayed at the little cosy kind of a hostel which was more a cottage than a hostel. We met there pretty nice people, from the owner of the cottage (who spoke exactly like that famous singer..you know..) to the people that were staying there – German pair and Austrian hiker. Since it rained all day and my clothes were completely wet, even those that were packed in my rucksack, we spent all day by the hearthstone with a little fire and Martina cooked some great meal (oh yeah it was great!) and at 10 or 11 p.m. we decided to go to the nearby pub. Which was a great idea indeed! It was a traditional inn, with a lot of locals there and a traditional band playing there songs like Whiskey in the Jar, Wild Irish Rover or some Scottish songs. And they had there like about 50 different kinds of whisky. We didn’t try them all of course. But some of them were pretty good. And that bloke George! Oh mine… There was aaay old guy in a kilt.. you have to know him. I don’t remember what he was telling us at all, the reason might be also that I didn’t understand him, because he really spoke like a true Scotsman. I was asking him three times if he could repeat it and then I gave up. But he was funny. And then there was a bunch of very nice English and Scottish guys. They were really nice, relaxed, they didn’t want anything, we were just talking with them about everything. Life, music, nations, what they’re doing, and then all the way from the pub we were – or mostly they were - singing all the Beatles songs and a lot of traditional Scottish, Irish and English songs. It was quite nice to have company cause the road was absolutely black, not a single light there, and we weren’t in the village, we were in the mountains so really nothing at all, just dark. It reminded me the night walks when we were kids in the school camps.
The next day we were off to Ben Nevis. Although we didn’t climb up on the top of the mountain (at least another reason to come back) we were pretty close! And at least.. we made those banners for the concert. Haha. U2 & Simple Minds Up On The Catwalk. Oh yeah, don’t know if Bono read it, but he sang bits from Up On The Catwalk and he mentioned few times Simple Minds during the show. But back to the Ben Nevis Inn – the place where we stayed. Although the place was a bit rough, it looked like a place for real hikers. But it was nice… And we met there some nice people as well. Some girls from Canada and Netherlands, everyone was really nice. Even that Harley Davidson rider who was snoring all night long. LOL
Glasgow was good. Full of music venues, and a lot of events going on. David Bowie vs. Lou Reed night! The Smiths night… everyone there seemed to be listening to good music. I wasn’t happy at all when we had to leave the place.
And again. Like four years ago, the songs of the summer for me were those that we played before the shows. Friendly Fires intro to Snow Patrol’s set – Jump In The Pool is my anthem of this last summer. Another band to remember – M83 and their beautiful album Saturdays=Youth, TV On The Radio, MGMT – Time To Pretend, Interpol and yeah Adam’s bass technician playing LoveCats by The Cure.
Summer’s gone but the autumn was as exciting as summer if not more. In September I didn’t even think of me making some other trips. But as the time went by there was firstly one quick decision and then another one even more fast one. I’m speaking of B&B. Not bed&breakfast. But Brussels & Berlin… But firstly there were these punk gigs in my hometown! Which just were one of the best gigs I ever attended. Zona A and Slobodna Europa.
Randal is getting better and better. For those of you who don’t know, it’s a small club in Bratislava. The gigs of Zona A in September and Slobodna Europa in October with support bands Kosa z nosa and Vrbovski vitazi where one of those nights that are just perfect. Both bands were amazing. I’d never seen Zona A before despite I listened to them from the age of 10 and Slobodna europa I’d seen before few times but this time they were better than ever. They played three night in a row, each of them was sold out, I was at the first two of them, and if I thought the first night was the best ever and then it couldn’t get any better I was wrong because it did. The second night was even better. I can’t imagine how was the third night then. :)) Also finally I spent some more time with Sisa and Jayro (remember that night where we ended up at some weird indian bollywood party in hotel Kyjev? lol).
November
…was exciting month. Simple Minds announced their show in Vienna on November 3. And I already had a ticket to their show in Brussels on the 28th. So that meant two shows in a month. Any of which was not planned a long before. I was already writing about the concert in Vienna, so I’m not going back to that one. But one more thing happened.
U2 announced they’d play in Berlin at a gig which was a part of the celebration of the 20th anniversary of the fall of the wall and also a part of MTV Music Awards that were taking place in Berlin as well. I was like ok, nevermind that tickets are for free I’d be at school in that time when the tickets could be grabbed so no chance I’d get them anyway. But then somehow Alexander replied to my comment that he had a spare ticket for me if I want to come. How could I say no? :)
So I went to Berlin thanks to my father who suggested he’d go with me and my brother also joined us. And that Berlin trip happened to be one of the most beautiful ones. In this city at this time I finally understood everything. I don’t know how and why, I was there before so… but maybe it was because of those 20 years. Berlin was just so exciting that weekend. A lot of things were happening there. The atmosphere was amazing. I felt how it probably was 20 years ago, even in my country Czechoslovakia. How people felt. What was in the air. These changes and hopes for better times to come…
And on the other note, everything was just so well, the people in the hostel was very nice and helpful, we went to the guided tour with an Irishman who originally came to Berlin just for the party but stayed here ever since and I met Alexander who was very kind. Missed the guys at the hotel but we had a nice walk by the Brandenburg Gate. And the gig itself was special. Met also Michal from Poland (thanks for the pictures!) and wonderful Dallas Schoo who suddenly just came from the back of the stage and gave me the best birthday gift u2fan could imagine. ;) Worth the trip it was.
17th November. 1989 / I’m listening to people clinking with the keys, sitting at my father’s shoulders and watching what the… is going on at the SNP square in Bratislava. Velvet revolution.
17th November. 2009 / I’m at PKO at the celebration of freedom with bands like The Plastic People of The Universe, Bez ladu a skladu, Karpatske chrbaty and many more. Feeling just fine and full of joy.
November 26th
I travel again! I believe it was back in the end of September when Filip and I decided to go to Brussels. Tegan and Sara and Simple Minds in the same few days. So why not. Never been to Belgium. I was looking forward very much because back then I didn’t know the Minds will play more concerts so there was no Vienna planned at all (Lots of thanks to Mark who gave me the ticket to the sold-out show at Vorst National) and I was looking forward very much to meeting the fellowmindsters because it seemed there’s going to be everyone going there to Brussels.
So the first day we just walked around the city centre and Filip bought a beautiful towel I can tell you! LOL. So beautiful colour and it is so soft on touch. Like if it was washed in….Lenor. or what. However, back to the trip.. Brussels has a great Christmas decoration. I was happy to see Bratislava’s major bought probably the same for this year like the ones in Brussels because some of it looked very similar as I got back! So at least in something we’re getting closer to that “Europe”. LoL
The next day was Antwerp! And we met there wonderful Markec who took us to the nice little pub nearby ‘cause it was raining outside. We talked about everything and as The Cure was playing.
On Saturday it was the day of the concert. But before that we met with Mark who was so generous and showed us the city and walk with us for hours. :) And then in the evening we went to the venue where I met a lot of wonderful people. Lovely Sandra and Lore, Paola, Clif, Olivier, some Mark’s friends whose names I don’t remember, but everyone seemed very nice. Hopefully next time there’ll be more time to spend with you!
In the end thanks to Johnnes and Jendzi for the nice time in Next Apache and Magritte this December and a lot thanks to Baska and Miska and others for having patience with me acting sometimes like a fool. ;)
All in all, I have to say this was one of the best years ever. Not because of the concerts. I’ve seen better before. But it was just amazing to meet so many wonderful lovely people. Misko, Slavka, Kite, Markec, Alexander and all those I’d mentioned before or I forgot to mention. Thank you all I’ve been with. Also I’m very happy because of The Ills. Wishing them good luck with the album and a lot gigs to come! And here’s to the new year even though it’ll be quite hard to beat this one! ;) Wishing you all well!ghost highway
3 a.m. sitting here as in the old days
but we both know things are different, things have changed
it feels so close and still so far
driving alone in this crappy carnot sure what to sayat night on this full of ghosts highwaywhen the loaded old pastwants to get me at lastwould be better if i forget but i can'tevery now and then gets so sentimental, it all just wentaway i know it's overstill trying to crawl overa bit like that thief from talkshowthis stuff is trying to use all those wordsswords and morrissey's moansat night on this full of ghosts highwaywhen the loaded old pastwants to get me at lasti won't forget you, the pastyou were too good to lasteach of us better run out fastyou say don't look backbut i just can't help it. that's it.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
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