Johnny Cash

Imi aduc aminte prima data cand l-am auzit cantand pe johnny cash. Era un mic filmulet, cu fulgere ce luminau cerul, iar in background canta „Riders in the sky”… Niciodata nu am reusit sa imi dau seama, de ce o vad atat de plina de forta… dar… nu mai conteaza…

 

 

 

4 ani in 2 zile

4 ani. Au trecut aproape 4 ani. De fapt 3 ani jumate, dar, daca nu ma insel, zilele astea se implinesc 4 ani de la primele semne. Ce s-a intamplat acum 4 ani? Nu conteaza, nu a murit nimeni, nu s-a imbolnavit nimeni, doar m-am schimbat eu. Atunci e momentul cand m-am maturizat. Momentul cand am primit un cadou frumos impachetat in care era doar o chestie groteasca pe care acum o numesc viata, realitate. Am trecut brusc de la copilul idiot simpatic, la omul adult si trist, de la iluzii naive la realitatea dura.

Acum incerc sa uti tot, sa trec peste tot si sa continui, dupa vreo 4 ani in care am fost un „mort viu” poate e timpul sa ma trezesc si sa traiesc. Am hotarat sa nu ma mai plang si sa fac ceva, poate pentru prima data in viata. Mi-am propus ca weekendul asta sa traiesc la maxim, sa imi recuperez ultimii 4 ani. Nu cred ca voi reusi, sper doar sa imi fac destule amintiri care sa ma faca sa mor cu inima impacata, ultimile mele cuvinte sa fie „macar am trait”.

„Now I’ve been happy lately,
thinking about the good things to come
And I believe it could be,
something good has begun

Oh I’ve been smiling lately,
dreaming about the world as one
And I believe it could be,
some day it’s going to come

………………………………………….

Now come and join the living,
it’s not so far from you
And it’s getting nearer,
soon it will all be true

Now I’ve been crying lately,
thinking about the world as it is
Why must we go on hating,
why can’t we live in bliss”

(Cat Stevens – Peace train)

Chris Rea – tell me there’s a heaven

The little girl she said to me
 „What are these things that I can see
 Each night when I come home from school
 When mama calls me in for tea?”
 Oh every night a baby dies
 And every night a mama cries
 What makes those me do what they do
 To make that person black and blue

Grandpa says they’re happy now
 They sit with God in paradise
 With angel’s wings and still somehow
 It makes me feel
 Like Ice

Tell me there’s heaven
 Tell me that it’s true
 Tell me there’s a reason
 Why I’m seeing what I do
 Tell me there’s heaven
 Where all those people go
 Tell me that they’re happy now
 Papa tell me that it’s so

So do I tell here that it’s true
 That there’s place for me and you
 Where hungry children smile and say
 „We wouldn’t have no other way”
 That every painful crack of bones is a step along the way
 Every wrong done is a game plan
 To that great and joyful day

And I’m looking at the father and the son
 And I’m looking at the mother and the daughter
 And I’m watching them in tears of pain
 And I’m watching them suffer
 Don’t tell that little girl
 Tell me

Tell me there’s heaven
 Tell me that it’s true
 Tell me there’s a reason
 Why I’m seeing what I do
 Tell me there’s heaven
 Where all those people go
 Tell me that they’re happy now
 Papa tell me that it’s so

Ferry Corsten: Holding on

The falling sky grows darker every day.
And moonlight fading as you walk away.
And all the roads that lead me to your heart…
…have gone astray

Chorus:
My hands are tied behind my back,
and I’m weakened by, your slow attack,
you take me in, then change your mind again.

Your spinning wheel won’t lead me to your view,
and all the words I need to hear from you,
I’m holding on but guess I’m out of luck,
…and still in love with you

Chorus:
My hands are tied behind my back,
and I’m weakened by, your slow attack,
you take me in, then change your mind again.

Hold my face, in your hands, look into my eyes
So understand, all the toughts, inside your mind
Tell me it’s time

Chorus:
My hands are tied behind my back,
and I’m weakened by, your slow attack,
you take me in, then change your mind again.
My hands are tied behind my back,
and I’m weakened by, your slow attack,
you take me in, then change your mind again.

Bon Jovi: Something To Believe In

I lost all faith in my God, in his religion too
I told the angels they could sing their songs to someone new
I lost all trust in my friends
I watched my heart turn to stone
I thought that I was left to walk this wicked world alone

Tonight I’ll dust myself off
Tonight I’ll suck my gut in
I’ll face the night and I’ll pretend
I got something to believe in

And I had lost touch with reason
I watched life criticize the truth
Been waiting for a miracle
I know you have too

Though I know I won’t win
I’ll take this one on the chin
We’ll raise a toast and I’ll pretend
I got something to believe in

If I don’t believe in Jesus, how can I believe the Pope
If I don’t believe in heroin, how can I believe in dope
If there’s nothing but survival, how can I believe in sin
In a world that gives you nothing
We need something to believe in

If I don’t believe in Jesus, how can I believe the Pope
If I don’t believe in heroin, how can I believe in dope
If there’s nothing but survival, how can I believe in sin
In a world that gives you nothing
We need something to believe in

Bon Jovi: Santa Fe

They say that no man is an island
And good things come to those who wait
But the things I hear are there
Just to remind me
Every dog will have his day

The spirits they intoxicate me
I watched them infiltrate my soul
They try to say it’s too late for me
Tell my guns I’m coming home

Chorus:
I swear I’m gonna live forever
Tell my maker he can wait
I’m riding somewhere south of heaven
Heading back to Santa Fe
It’s judgement day in Santa Fe

Once I was promised absolution
There’s only one solution for my sins
You gotta face your ghosts and know
With no illusions
That only one of you is going home again

And I blame this world for making
A good man evil
It’s this world that can drive a
Good man mad
And it’s this world that turns a killer
Into a hero
Well I blame this world for making
A good man bad

Chorus:
Now I ain’t getting into heaven
If the devil has his way
I swear I’m gonna live forever
Heading back to Santa Fe
Got debts to pay in Santa Fe
It’s judgement day in Santa Fe

Solo

So I save a prayer
For when I need it most
To the Father, Son
And the Holy Ghost
And sign it from a sinner
With no name
When I meet my maker
When I close the book
On the hearts I broke
And the lives I took
Will he walk away
‘Cause my soul’s
Too late to save

Chorus:
Now I ain’t getting into heaven
If the devil has his way
I swear I’m gonna live forever
Heading back to Santa Fe
Got debts to pay in Santa Fe
It’s judgement day in Santa Fe

Roza Vanturilor: Rapa

La marginea pantei abrupte,
La un han s-a oprit un strain.
Era trist si avea hainele rupte, oooo                         
Si pe masa o cana cu vin.

Oh! strain ce-nconjori acum pamantul
Stai la mine ramai doar un ceas,
Sa te intorci inapoi nu ai unde, oooo
Inainte sa mergi ti-a ramas…

Mi-amintesc de o vara fierbinte             
De-o padure cu muguri pe ram
Mi-amintesc de prieteni si de iubita, oooo
Si de-o casa cu mama la geam.

Am ajuns la un han pe o stanca
Sa-mi inec tot amarul nu pot
Si ma-ntreb daca rapa e adanca, oooo
Sa m-arunc azi cu jale cu tot.

Mi-a raspuns ridicandu-se agale,
Avea ochii plini de lacrimi si dor…
„Multumesc pentru vinul Mariei Tale, oooo
Eu ma duc azi la rapa sa mor!”

Acum plang si nimeni nu m-aude,
Trec printre oameni socot…
Inainte sa merg nu am unde, oooo
Inapoi sa ma-ntorc n-are rost.

Albert Hammond: The Peacemaker

Get out
damn it

Close the door
don’t slam it

Let me be alone a while
To give my nerves a rest.

Whatever you do I love you

No matter what you do I love you

And I want to run out after you
But I don’t know what’s best.

If you will take good care of me
I’ll be your caretaker
You’ll be the maker of the peace
And I’ll be the peacemaker
If you will take good care of me
I’ll be your caretaker
You’ll be the maker of the peace
And I’ll be the peacemaker.

Hours
later

I hear the key in the front door

We look each other in the eye
A timid sorry pair.

There’s a little more conversation

A little more conversation

A battle’s lost and a war is won
I think we’ve cleared the air.

If you will take good care of me . . .

Laura Stoica: Cu-i ii pasa

Noapte de noapte si zile-ntregi astept
Soapte doar soapte se pierd intr-un desert
Ochii ce nu se vad…se ascund pe drumul lor
Si mai raman decat…amintiri ce nu dor

Desarte sperante nu stiu de ce traiesc
Am numai vise ce nu se indeplinesc
Visez o lumeee in care toti (si eu)
Sa nu mai fim mintiti si nici loviti mereu

Cui ii pasa oare de viata mea?
Cui ii pasa oare de viata mea?
Cui ii pasa oare de viata mea?
Cui ii pasa oare de viata meea?

Brate intinse spre cer se risipesc
Si ard in lumina pe care si-o doresc
Visez o lumeee in care sunt si eu
Dar nu raman decat amintiri ce vin greeeu

Cui ii pasa oare de viata mea?
Cui ii pasa oare de viata mea?
Cui ii pasa oare de viata mea?
Cui ii pasa oare de viata meeeaaaa?

Cui ii pasa oare de viata mea?
Cui ii pasa oare de viata mea?
Cui ii pasa oare de viata mea?
Cui ii pasa oare de viata mea?

Cui ii pasa oare de viata mea?
(cui ii pasa oare de viata mea?)
Cui ii pasa oare de viata mea?
(cui ii pasa oare de viata mea?)
Cui ii pasa oare de viata mea?
(cui ii pasa oare de viata mea?)

Cui ii pasa oare de viata meeeaaaa?
(cui ii pasa oare de viata meeeeeeeaaaaa?)

Oare de viata meeeeaaaaaa….
(oare de viata meeaa…)
Oare de vïata meeaaa…

Pulp: Weeds

We came across the North Sea with our carriers on our knees
Wound up in some holding camp somewhere outside Leeds.
Because we do not care to fight, my friends – we are the weeds.
Because we got no homes they call us smelly refugees.
Ah. We are weeds, vegetation, dense undergrowth.
Thru’ cracks in the pavement: there weeds will grow – the places you don’t go.
This cut-price dairy produce that turns our bones to dust.
You want some entertainment?
Go on, shove it up me – if you must.
Make believe you’re so turned on by planting trees & shrubs
But you come round to visit us when you fancy booze ‘n’ drugs.
Ah. We are weeds, vegetation, etc.
If you think it’s a crime
We’d like to get you out of your mind.
It’s just a matter of time, yeah
We’d like to get you out of your mind.
Gonna cut you down in your prime, yeah
We’d like to get you out of your mind.
For a little time: for all time.
Weed.