now playing 2nd coming

[Willow]

Novi Stounsi. Odličan album, baš mi je drago. Kad pomisliš da Mik i Kit imaju po 80 godina . 

 

 

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[ZerrorR]

Eo, placem... 

 

 

[I*m with the pilots]

 

https://kscopemusic.bandcamp.com/album/more-better-different

[pt 2.0]

 

[Willow]

 

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[Jimmy Kowalski]

 

https://blackpumas.bandcamp.com/album/chronicles-of-a-diamond

[Sludge Factory]

 

The Kills - God Games 

 

Na prvih par slusanja cini mi se malo slabiji od prethodnih izdanja, ali nije lose. 

[Ras]

Boris Kovac & Ladaaba Orchest - The Last Balkan Tango

[Ras]

Laibach - The Engine of Survival

 

 

 

Više verzija nedavno objavljene pesme ne donose ama baš ništa novo. Zapravo me učvršćuje u uverenju da kad autori/bendovi koji se kroz čitavu karijeru klone direktnog izraza, pokušaju da budu direktni, rezultat bude predvidiv, pomalo i neprijatan.

 

Prelazak na Van Morrissona - Beyond Words: Instrumental bio je pravo olakšanje, a ispostaviće se i da donosi punu slušalačku satisfakciju, bez obzira što je daleko od najboljih Vanovih radova i što kvalitete materijala jako varira.

Beyond Words: Instrumental je kolekcija ranije neobjavljenih instrumentalnih radova i prvo je izdanje za ove godine lansiran Orangefield Records, izdavača specijalizovanog za objavljivanje materijala iz Van Morisonovih arhiva.

[Ras]

Sparkle Division je bend iza kojeg stoji William Basinski. Muzika koju plasira pod ovim imenom drugačija je od drone/ambienta na kakav smo od njega navikli.

Na prvom albumu To Feel Embraced je to bio disko. Nisam odavno slušao, a pamtim ga kao pomalo usiljeno veseo, možda i jednoličan, ali ne kao loš. Sada je tu novi album, Foxy čini se raznovrsniji. Naravno i dalje je u pitanju elektronika, a teme su žanrovski raznolike, ali sve i dalje u okviru nekakvog easy listeninga. I opet dobar!

[I*m with the pilots]

12 hours ago, Ras said:

 Sada je tu novi album, Foxy čini se raznovrsniji.

 

Koliki šok za oči, idi bre!

[Ras]

Just now, I*m with the pilots said:

 

Koliki šok za oči, idi bre!

A vidi Bilija^tm na onoj fotki kod izdavača!

 

Slušao sam ponovo i prvi album i uopšte nije samo disko. Varljivo je sećanje.

[I*m with the pilots]

1 minute ago, Ras said:

A vidi Bilija^tm na onoj fotki kod izdavača!

 

Slušao sam ponovo i prvi album i uopšte nije samo disko. Varljivo je sećanje.

 

Da ti pravo kazem, bas gledam koji je sad od njih naš Bili, nije mi jasno od kad je slika Kad sam ga upoznala na (mislim) premijeri Vivian & Ondine izgledao je drugacije - jako nezno pre svega, mozda i zbog teme albuma. Ali to je bilo vec davno, 2009/2010.

[Ras]

1 minute ago, I*m with the pilots said:

 

Da ti pravo kazem, bas gledam koji je sad od njih naš Bili, nije mi jasno od kad je slika Kad sam ga upoznala na (mislim) premijeri Vivian & Ondine izgledao je drugacije - jako nezno pre svega, mozda i zbog teme albuma. Ali to je bilo vec davno, 2009/2010.

 

 

Ovaj boratodorović u prvom planu.

[beyoncé]

jedno vreme sam se opsesirala i sa oiseaux-tempête, post-sve eksperimentatorima i majstorima za atmosferu produženog boravka u dubokom. fantastičan bend. pogotovo u numerama u kojima gostuje g.w. sok (the ex) - opasan spoken word izvođač (kako se ovo kaže na srpskom). ipak, nije mi dobro kad vidim šta sam poslednje slušala ovde:

 

On 29. 9. 2023. at 20:50, beyoncé said:

 

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We, Who Are Strewn About in Fragments

 

We
We
We, who are strewn about in fragments, whose flesh flies through the air like raindrops, offer our profound apologies to everyone in this civilised world, men, women and children, because we have unintentionally appeared in their peaceful homes without asking
Without asking
Without asking
Without asking permission
We apologise
We apologise
We apologise
We apologise for stamping our severеd body parts into their snow-white memory, bеcause we have violated the image of the normal, whole human being in their eyes, because we have had the impertinence to leap suddenly on to news bulletins and the pages of the internet and the press, naked except for our blood and charred remains
We apologise to all those who did not have the courage to look directly at our injuries for fear they would be too horrified, and to those unable to finish their evening meals after they had unexpectedly seen fresh images of us on television
We apologise for the suffering we caused to all who saw us like that, unembellished, with no attempt having been made to put us back together or reassemble our remains before we appeared on their screens. We also apologise to the Israeli soldiers who took the trouble to press the buttons in their aircraft and tanks to blow us to pieces, and we are sorry for how hideous we looked after they aimed their shells and bombs straight at our soft heads, and for the hours they are now going to spend in psychiatrists’ clinics, trying to become human again, like they were before our transformation into repulsive body parts that pursue them whenever they try to sleep

We are the things you have seen on your screens and in the press, and if you made an effort to fit the pieces together, like a jigsaw, you would get a clear picture of us, so clear that you would be unable to do a thing

 

doduše, iako su članovi kolektiva i palestinci, u pesmi kaže samo soldiers, ne znam od kada je ovaj tekst na internetu

 

da zaokružim, dodaću i njihovu pesmu na tekst palestinskog nacionalnog pesnika, mahmuda darviša.

 

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Tuesday, clear weather, I walk on a side road

covered by a ceiling of chestnut trees, I walk lightly

as if I have evaporated from my body, as if I have

a meeting with one of the poems. Distracted,

I look at my watch and flip through the pages

of faraway clouds in which the sky inscribes

higher notions. I turn matters of my heart over

to walnut trees: vacancies, without electricity,

like a small hut on a seashore. Faster, slower, faster

I walk. I stare at the billboards on either side

but don’t memorize the words. I hum

a slow melody as the unemployed do:

“The river runs like a colt to his fate / the sea, and the birds

snatch seeds from the shoulder of the river.”

I obsess and whisper to myself: Live

your tomorrow now. No matter how long you live you won’t

reach tomorrow ... tomorrow has no land ... and dream

slowly ... no matter how often you dream you’ll realize

the butterfly didn’t burn to illuminate you.

 

I walk without a rendezvous, vacant

of my tomorrow’s promises. I remember that I forgot,

and I forget as I remember:

 

I forget a raven on an olive branch

and remember an oil stain on my pants.

 

I forget the gazelle’s call to his mate

and remember the ant line on the sand.

 

I forget my longing for a star that has fallen from my hand

and remember the fur of a fox.

 

I forget the ancient road to our house

and remember a passion like mandarin.

 

I forget the things I’ve said

and remember what I haven’t said yet.

 

I forget my grandfather’s stories and a sword on a wall

and remember my fear of sleep.

 

I forget a young woman’s grape-filled lips

and remember the scent of lettuce on fingers.

 

I forget the houses that inscribed my narrative

and remember my identity card number.

 

I forget grand events and a destructive shake of earth

and remember my father’s tobacco in the closet.

 

I forget the roads of departure to a deficient void

and remember the light of planets in the bedouin atlas.

 

I forget the whizzing of bullets in a village that is now deserted

and remember the cricket sound in the shrub.

 

I forget as I remember, or I remember that I forgot.

 

But I remember today,

Tuesday

and the weather is clear.

 

I said to myself: I am witness that I’m still alive

even if from afar. And that I dreamt about the one who had been

dreaming, like me, I dreamt he was I and not another ...

and that my day, Tuesday, was long and spacious,

and that my night was brief like a short act appended

to a play after the curtains had come down.

Still I won’t harm anyone

if I add: It was a beautiful day,

like a true love story aboard an express train.

 

The night became tranquil and complete, a

Flower woke up and breathed by the garden fence.

 

It was a beautiful day

It was a beautiful day…

 

 

n.p.

 

LNZNDRF - II

 

 

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