Hmm...

Am net in sfarsit. De acum o sa va poluez din nou...

;))))

Sooo... Come to daddy

Melodia zilei

Another hip-hop star turned to rock...

OJ did it... :)

PS: Na Andra, asta e destul de dura? :)

Melodia zilei...

hip hop? o da... :)

Melodia .... (whatever)

Pre Scriptum: Din categoria care si acum imi face pielea de gaina...
(Chiar daca e vorba devarianta celor de la Ugly Kid Joe)






Post Scriptum: Aveti grija ce va doriti.. S-ar putea sa primiti.

Lyrics

My child arrived just the other day;
Came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay.
He learned to walk while I was away.
He was talkin' 'fore I knew it.
And as he grew he said,
"I'm gonna be like you, Dad.
You know I'm gonna be like you."

Chorus :
And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man on the moon.
"When you comin' home ?"
"Son, I don't know when.
We'll get together then.
You know we'll have a good time then."

Well, my son turned ten just the other day.
He said , "Thanks for the ball, Dad. Come on, let's play.
Could you teach me to throw ?" I said, "Not today.
I got a lot to do." He said, "That's okay."
And he walked away and he smiled and he said,
"You know,
I'm gonna be like him, yeah.
You know I'm gonna be like him."

Chorus

Well, he came from college just the other day,
So much like a man I just had to say,
"I'm proud of you. Could you sit for a while ?"
He shook his head and he said with a smile,
"What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys.
See you later. Can I have them please ?"

Chorus :
And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man on the moon.
"When you comin home, Son ?"
"I don't know when.
We'll get together then.
You know we'll have a good time then."

I've long since retired, my son's moved away.
I called him up just the other day.
"I'd like to see you, if you dont mind."
He said, "I'd love to, Dad, if I could find the time.
You see my new job's a hassle and the kids have the flu,
But it's sure nice talkin' to you, Dad.
It's been sure nice talkin' to you."

And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me,
He'd grown up just like me.
My boy was just like me.

.................

Melodia zilei

Melodia saptamanii

Without you..

melodia saptamanii

E momentul pentru niste baieti faini de pe la noi...



Eu nu te vreau materna, plangacioasa
Te vreau asa cum esti... o pacatoasa.

Melodia zilei

Sa mergem spre est la vecinii nostri militanti.

Melodia saptamanii

Continuam pe filiera franceza. Se pare ca efectele au fost de lunga durata.

Melodia saptamanii

De data asta am fost oarecum provocat de Verzele de Bruxelles (mai precis de Andreea). Si am si o provocare: cati recunoasteti in videoclipul asta? Dau o cafea celui care trece de 6 :) (asta daca sunteti timisoreni si nu trisati).



Si din nou amintirile mele:



Chanter, pour oublier ses peines,
Pour bercer un enfant, chanter...
Pour pouvoir dire "Je t'aime..."
Mais chanter tout le temps...

Pour implorer le ciel ensemble,
En une seule et même église,
Retrouver l'essentiel... et faire...
Que les silences se brisent...

En haut des barricades,
Les pieds et poings liés,
Couvrant les fusillades,
Chanter sans s'arrêter...

Et faire s'unir nos voix,
Autour du vin qui ennivre,
Chanter quelqu'un qui s'en va,
Pour ne pas cesser de vivre...

Quelqu'un qui s'en va
Pour ne pas cesser de vivre...

Chanter,
Celui qui vient au monde...l'aimer...
Ne lui apprendre que l'Amour,
En ne formant qu'une même ronde,
Chanter encore et toujours...

Un nouveau jour vient d'éclore...
Pouvoir encore s'en emerveiller,
Chanter malgré tout toujours plus fort...
Ne plus faire que chanter...

Et faire s'unir nos voix,
Autour du vin qui ennivre,
Chanter quelqu'un qui s'en va,
Pour ne pas cesser de vivre...

Oohhooohoo
Je ne sais faire que Chanter,
Pour quelqu'un qui s'en va
Pour ne pas cesser de vivre...

Chanter, {Chanter}
Pour oublier ses peines. {Ohohoo}
Pour bercer un enfant... chanter...
Pour pouvoir dire "je t'aime !" {je t'aime...}
Chanter tout le temps {tout le temps...}

En haut des barricades, {Ohoho}
Les pieds et poings liés, {Chanter...}
Couvrant les fusillades, {c'est clair...}
Chanter sans s'arrêter... {chanter...}

Et faire s'unir nos voix, {ohoho}
Autour du vin qui ennivre, {Chanter...}
Chanter quelqu'un qui s'en va, {qui s'en va...}
Pour ne pas cesser de vivre... {cesser de vivre...}

Ohooo
Je ne sais faire que chanter
Pour quelqu'un qui s'en va {qui s'en va, qui s'en va...}
Pour ne pas cesser de vivre...
Chanter...

Ohoho
Ohoho...

Melodia saptamanii

E din nou momentul pentru o melodie de la mine pentru voi...
De data aste e un pic mai explicita.

Melodia saptamanii

Traducerea inceputului pentru nevorbitorii de germana:

"This is the story about a man, who falls from the 50. floor of a skyscrapper..
during his fall, he repeats again and again: "till now it was pretty good, till now it was pretty good, till now it was pretty good.
But the important is not the fall, it's the landing."

Melodia zilei

Chiar dacă de fapt nu e chiar melodie. Acultaţi sfaturile lui Baz.. Folosiţi loţiune de soare. :)

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience… I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked…You’re not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you
Sing
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..
Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it.

Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen…

Melodia zilei

Inca o melodie care poate fara videoclip nu ar fi asa de grozava.
Oricum recomandata la lucru. :)

Grooove Armada - My Friend

Auditie si vizionare placute.

Melodia zilei

Sa incercam un proiect nou: melodia zilei/saptamanii. Poate mai ascultam lucruri noi. :)



PS: Imi cer scuze celor de la P-nal pentru postarea acestei melodii pe Internet. Daca vor sa o dau jos tot ce trebuie sa faca e sa o ceara. Sau poate sa o cante in concertele lor. :)