P O H O D A ...my first...
Pohoda bola fajn...
a mozno aj viac nez len fajn...smazit 2 hodiny sama na White Stripes, Arcade Fire a Rolling Stones, do ktorych Satisfaction rapuju Public Enemy a pocas toho celeho sa na vas z obrazovky skeri giganticky Iggy Pop a to vsetko sa deje pod taktovkou Fatboya Slima...hmm zaujimava predstava..o to vtipnejsia skutocnost to bola...
horalka za 5 korun...a megastiplava najstiplavejsia cina aku som v zivote jedla...ale dobra bola no...
slnko...teplo...a ziadny dazd...
Camille O' Sullivan a Maurice Seezer v carovnom magic mirror stane..v ktorom to vyzeralo ako z nejakeho filmu o petrovi panovi...Caveove pesnicky...
usiaky v stane....a mravceeee
kamarati...znami...spoluziaci a byvali spoluziaci...vsetci...
Editors a Uniques... aa Solomon Burke a Tosh meets Marley.. Jammin' ee yoo..
no jedna vec ma predsa len mrzi. nehrali sme hacky sack!!!!
made of stone
in berlin
made of stone
her eyes glow
all the heads fall
in berlin
she was made of stone
the streets were alone
still hunting for love
in berlin
she became a stone
just another brick in the wall
stuck in the awesome high of low
in berlin
she stays as stone
she stays a stone
for herself and for all
like a concrete stadium
a grey political architecture
panels and channels and scanners
a strange combination of structurewhat remains is future
thank you patti
thank you lenny
thank you jay dee
thank you tony
thank you jacksonjuly 13, 2008
arena, viennait sit stare
you sit and stare
you don't even blink
you try to catch the thing
you want to find out how
you see them clearly. but
you don't get it
you sit and stare
you don't even blink 'cause
you could miss it
you try to memorize it. learn it by heart. but
you know you can't. it's a waste of time.
you know it too
you're trying to learn to talk
you say the words. loudly
you think so. but there's no reaction
you sit and stare
you go to theater to watch how people act and learn it
you also buy new clothes
you're talking about fashion
you go out. to the park.
and to the city.
on the streets.
you throw away your old shoes
you sit and stare
you drink at night and you often got drunk
you never liked it
you never liked them
you do it and you'll do it again
you're fucked up. you know it
you listen to music
you think you're interested in it
you sit and stare
you feel it
you sit and stare
you act
you play
and you want to stay
you sit and stare
you stand up
you walk. you run.
you sit and stare
you sit and stare
you're watching a movie to learn how to talk
you wake up and you get up
you sit and stare
you wake up and you get up
it's a lunch time
you're old
you sit and stare
you sit and stare
sit and stare
you're old
20 Apr 2008
take it like a tripjust take it like a trip
leave behind what goes round
just an illusion
blue emulsion
sun shines it rainsnow in real terms
their blood's in your veins
see the fieldssea of means
just take it like a trip in hills
see the treesdeap seas
just take it like a trip in hills
just take it like a tripleave it like a pick
throw it to the crowd
under your feeth down
just take it like a tripgo take a ride
don't hide
it's not serious
dead sirius
black servus
just take it like a tripit's only a while
and then..
the time is now
time to…
receptacle?
who's got the plug?well..anyway..
the time is now.
a time to..
wash one's teeth.
'cause it's
the last night..
at home?
(yes..& no..)
and then..
just a memory..
Few unknown dishevelled words
sometimes i just stare at the words but they say nothing
they say nothing to me
it's like they mean nothing
the words, the objects, the blank sentences and fancies
the skelets
wondering if there's a chance i bought a foreign newspaper
a book in a different language
i read it once again
i read the lines, the sentences, verses one more time
nevermind, why not, reminds me of something
this just doesn't make sence. no sence at all. nonsense.
sometimes i want to write wordsi feel like i must say something. like my head was just so full
so full that it can't receive a thing
but these letters, words, ideas
they're not quietly sitting in peace on their chairs
with their hands behind their backs
they're not the good children
the obedient clerks
they're just so fast
they're flying
they're flying from here to there and there & there…
sometimes i try to catch themcatch those flying keys from the doors in front of me
i know that room up there.
it's full of drawers & the papers
those papers are falling out of the drawers
they're coming out,
they're mixed up and so messed up that they can't be read
i'm falling back
even with the best spectacles on
with the strongest diopters
they can't be read
sometimes i try to clean this roombut then the invisible wind comes
and those papers falling from the drawers are swimming in the air
everything is out of control suddenly
and they fly away.
they're stolen by the wind
they fly away because this room doesn't have a ceiling
here comes this feeling
it just doesn't have a roof
anyway…i don't get it.
it's just bollocks here. don't believe it
it just doesnt have a roofsomething to see
it's a cartoon world! ;)
Sunday, June 14, 2009
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mali dat do obehu tento program
hacky sack je skandal podla mna
musime dat coskoro:)
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2 years agotu cinu som si dal aj ja....:)
som si poplakal, nevladal som ju dojest ale bola fakt skvela...:)
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2 years agohacky sack mrzi aj mna :)
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2 years agoA dobre bolo!
Njaviac sa mi na tom paci tvoj program - lepsi ako tie trapne karticky co nam viseli z krkov : ))
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2 years ago