nails tales: mai 2009

lemon tree..

I'm sitting here in the boring room

It's just another rainy Sunday afternoon

I'm wasting my time

I got nothing to do

I'm hanging around

I'm waiting for you

But nothing ever happens and I wonder

I'm driving around in my car

I'm driving too fast

I'm driving too far

I'd like to change my point of view

I feel so lonely

I'm waiting for you

But nothing ever happens and I wonder

I wonder how

I wonder why

Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky

And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree

I'm turning my head up and down

I'm turning turning turning turning turning around

And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree

I'm sitting here

I miss the power

I'd like to go out taking a shower

But there's a heavy cloud inside my head

I feel so tired

Put myself into bed

Well, nothing ever happens and I wonder

Isolation is not good for me

Isolation I don't want to sit on the lemon-tree

I'm steppin' around in the desert of joy

Baby anyhow I'll get another toy

And everything will happen and you wonder

I wonder how

I wonder why

Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky

And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree

I'm turning my head up and down

I'm turning turning turning turning turning around

And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree

And I wonder, wonder

I wonder how

I wonder why

Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky

And all that I can see, and all that I can see, and all that I can see

Is just a yellow lemon-tree

RADU STANCA - DOTI

Da-mi la o parte valul si priveste !
Esti primul muritor care ma vezi.
Te-ai furisat in templul meu hoteste
Si-acum, ajuns aici, cunosti si crezi.

Ma socoteai iluzie abstracta,
Samanta din stravechiul Amon-Ra.
Si-azi cand ma pipai simti cum se contracta
In trupul meu de piatra inima.

Descopera-ma toata, cu-ndrazneala !
Si lasa-ti palma aspra si pe sani !
Asa cum stau aici, aproape goala,
Sint mai frumoasa ca un imn pagan.

O pulbere de-argint ma impresoara
Si raze lungi pe frunte-mi cad manunchi.
Tacerea care-acum te infioara
E sangele ce-mi susura prin trunchi.

Cand ochii mi-s inchisi, ciulesc urechea,
Iar cand o-nchid pe ea, din ochi pandesc.
Baga de seama ! Inima, stravechea,
Ca pe-un etern semnal, mi-o urmaresc !

Streinule, intrat aici hoteste !
Hoinarule, cazut in mreaja mea !
Ia-mi palma desfacuta si citeste:
Nu soarta mea e-n ea, ci soarta ta !

the lemon...

When I was just a lad of ten, my father said to me,

Come here and learn a lesson from the lovely lemon tree.

Don’t put your faith in love, my boy, my father said to me,

I fear you’ll find that love is like the lovely lemon tree.

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet

But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet

But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.

Beneath the lemon tree one day, my love and I did a lie

A girl so sweet that when she smiled the sun rose in the sky.

We passed that summer lost in love beneath the lemon tree

The music of her laughter hid my father’s words from me:

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet

But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet

But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.

One day she left without a word. she took away the sun.

And in the dark she left behind, I knew what she had done.

She’d left me for another, it’s a common tale but true.

A sadder man but wiser now I sing these words to you:

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet

But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet

But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.

Stamate Palnie [urmuz]

Cel mai bine ar fi să ieşim în stradă
Fiecare cu ce-l duce mintea
Eu cu tunul, ea cu tutunul, ei cu fumul
Eu cu bricheta, ea cu ştacheta, ei cu bagheta
Eu cu paharul, ea cu măgarul, ei cu carul
mare, mic, ic
pitic

Cel mai bine ar fi să scăpăm de haine
De pantofi şi de paltoane
pickupuri, casetofoane
Eu cu mine, ea cu sine, ei cu bine
cine, bile, tram
buline.

Cel mai bine ar fi să ne învârtim
În jurul pământului
Eu cometă, ea lunetă, ei mochetă
Eu lumină, ea felină, ei colină
sa ne vedem, întrevedem
unul cu altul, altul
prin unul

Cel mai bine ar fi să facem dragoste
fără pretenţii, subvenţii, inter
venţii
-până vine ăla mic
ne strânge de pe jos şi ne zice lu` Tata-

daca nu Einstein...atunci cine??

Sunt 5 case, de 5 culori diferite, in fiecare casa traieste cate un om de nationalitate diferita, fiecare bea
un anumit tip de bautura, fumeaza un anumit tip de tigari si detine cate un animal diferit.

* Englezul traieste in casa rosie.
* Suedezul are caine.
* Danezul bea ceai.
* Casa de culoare verde e la stanga casei de culoare alba.
* Persoana care fumeaza Pall Mall are canar.
* Omul din casa galbena fumeaza Dunhill.
* Omul care traieste in casa din centru bea lapte.
* Norvegianul traieste in prima casa.
* Omul care fumeaza Viceroy traieste langa omul care are pisica.
* Omul care are cal traieste langa omul care fumeaza Dunhill.
* Omul care fumeaza Kent bea bere.
* Neamtul fumeaza Kim.
* Norvegianul traieste langa casa albastra.
* Omul care fumeaza Viceroy are vecin care bea apa.
* Omul care traieste in casa de culoare verde bea cafea.

nirvana..dumb..

I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone,
But I have a light
The day is done,
I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb
Or maybe just happy
Think I'm just happy
My heart is broke
But I have some glue
Help me inhale
And mend it with you
We'll float around
And hang out on clouds
Then we'll come down
And have a hangover
Have a hangover
Skin the sun
Fall asleep
Wish away
soul is cheap
Lesson learned
Wish me luck
Soothe the burn
Wake me up
I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone,
But I have a light
the day is done,
I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb
Or Maybe just happy
Think I'm just happy
I think I'm Dumb

uitare...sorin cerin

http://www.feandft.com/vortex_basics.htm

"Thus the blowing of soap-bubbles gives the best clue to the movement of waves of light, and through them to the dimensions of molecules and atoms; and the collision of billiard-balls, knocked about at random, to the movements of those minute bodies, and the kinetic theory of gases. In the case of the vortex theory the idea is given by the rings of smoke which certain 'adroit smokers' amuse themselves by puffing into the air" ~ Robert Arnett Otey M.S. Sc. , C.J.