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Modest Mouse – Education 全长曲目 | 昨天 22:22 | |||
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Modest Mouse – Fly Trapped in a Jar 全长曲目 | 昨天 22:17 | |||
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Modest Mouse – We've Got Everything 全长曲目 | 昨天 22:13 | |||
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Modest Mouse – Bury Me With It 全长曲目 | 昨天 22:10 | |||
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Modest Mouse – People as Places as People 全长曲目 | 昨天 22:06 | |||
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Modest Mouse – Spitting Venom 全长曲目 | 昨天 21:57 | |||
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Modest Mouse – Parting of the Sensory 全长曲目 | 昨天 21:52 | |||
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Modest Mouse – March Into the Sea 全长曲目 | 昨天 21:48 | |||
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Modest Mouse – King Rat 全长曲目 | 昨天 21:43 | |||
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Tom Waits – Grapefruit Moon 全长曲目 | 昨天 20:00 |
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Tom Waits – I Don't Wanna Grow Up
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Gogol Bordello – Nomadic Chronicle
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Jason Collett – Not Over You
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Gogol Bordello – Mala Vida
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Modest Mouse – Float On
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David Bowie – Little Bombardier
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自我介绍
while we're on the subject, could we change the subject now? I was knocking on your ear's door, but you were always out. Looking towards the future, we were begging for the past Well we know we had the good things but those never seemed to last, oh please just last.
Everyone's unhappy, everyone's ashamed, well we all just got caught looking at somebody else's page Well nothing ever went quite exactly as we planned, our ideas held no water but we used them like a dam. Oh and we carried it all so well, as if we got a new position. Oh and I'll laugh all the way to hell, saying "yes this is a fine promotion", oh and i'll laugh all the way to hell

Dziś dostałem b. ciekawy duży list od Ojca. (Jakie ładne O się udało!) Nie posyłam, bo sama tu przeczytasz. Piszę i rysuję. Całuję i tak dalej.
Twój NP Witk.

O'er seas that have no beaches
To end their waves upon,
I floated with twelve peaches,
A sofa and a swan.
The blunt waves crashed above us
The sharp waves burst around,
There was no one to love us,
No hope of being found -
Where, on the notched horizon
So endlessly a-drip,
I saw all of a sudden
No sign of any ship.
M e r v y n P e a k e

“I have deliberately killed my senses — I have deliberately died — in order to go on with the outward form of living.” TSE
So here I am, in the middle way, having had twenty years—
Twenty years largely wasted, the years of l'entre deux guerres
Trying to use words, and every attempt
Is a wholly new start, and a different kind of failure
Because one has only learnt to get the better of words
For the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which
One is no longer disposed to say it. And so each venture
Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate
With shabby equipment always deteriorating
In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,
Undisciplined squads of emotion.
N.Ż. na W.S. jakoś w najbliższym czasie
Come thou, love, my own, my only,
Through the battlements of Groan;
Lingering becomes so lonely
When one lingers on one's own.
Will you come with me, and linger?
And discourse with me of those
Secret things the mystic finger
Points to, but will not disclose?
When I'm all alone, my glory,
Always fades, because I find
Being lonely drives the splendour
Of my vision from my mind.
Come, oh come, my own! my Only!
Through the Gormenghast of Groan.
Lingering has become so lonely
As I linger all alone!
Everyone's unhappy, everyone's ashamed, well we all just got caught looking at somebody else's page Well nothing ever went quite exactly as we planned, our ideas held no water but we used them like a dam. Oh and we carried it all so well, as if we got a new position. Oh and I'll laugh all the way to hell, saying "yes this is a fine promotion", oh and i'll laugh all the way to hell

Dziś dostałem b. ciekawy duży list od Ojca. (Jakie ładne O się udało!) Nie posyłam, bo sama tu przeczytasz. Piszę i rysuję. Całuję i tak dalej.
Twój NP Witk.

O'er seas that have no beaches
To end their waves upon,
I floated with twelve peaches,
A sofa and a swan.
The blunt waves crashed above us
The sharp waves burst around,
There was no one to love us,
No hope of being found -
Where, on the notched horizon
So endlessly a-drip,
I saw all of a sudden
No sign of any ship.
M e r v y n P e a k e

“I have deliberately killed my senses — I have deliberately died — in order to go on with the outward form of living.” TSE
So here I am, in the middle way, having had twenty years—
Twenty years largely wasted, the years of l'entre deux guerres
Trying to use words, and every attempt
Is a wholly new start, and a different kind of failure
Because one has only learnt to get the better of words
For the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which
One is no longer disposed to say it. And so each venture
Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate
With shabby equipment always deteriorating
In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,
Undisciplined squads of emotion.
N.Ż. na W.S. jakoś w najbliższym czasie
Come thou, love, my own, my only,
Through the battlements of Groan;
Lingering becomes so lonely
When one lingers on one's own.
Will you come with me, and linger?
And discourse with me of those
Secret things the mystic finger
Points to, but will not disclose?
When I'm all alone, my glory,
Always fades, because I find
Being lonely drives the splendour
Of my vision from my mind.
Come, oh come, my own! my Only!
Through the Gormenghast of Groan.
Lingering has become so lonely
As I linger all alone!
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VU and Nico - a concept album?... let's play ;)
2008年 9月 14日 |
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