FRAGMENTS

[Joshua]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVI0A4DTVgg

[Gonzo]

[Indy]

[Takeshi]

Oh comely, I will be with you when you lose your brave,Chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left.With some pretty, bright and bubbly terrible sceneThat was doing her thing on your chest.But oh comely,It isn't as pretty as you'd like to guessIn your memory, you're drunk on your autonomy.It doesn't mean anything at all.Oh comely,All of your friends are all letting you blow,Bristling and ugly, bursting with fruits falling out from the holesOf some pretty, bright, and bubbly friendYou could need to say comforting things in your earBut oh comely,There isn't such one friend that you could find here.Standing next to me,He's only my enemyI'll crush him with everything I own.Say what you want to sayHang for your hollow waysMoving your mouth to pull outAll your miracles aimed for me.Your father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies,While you and your mother were asleep in the trailer park.Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums,The music and medicine you needed for comforting.So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving,And pluck all your silly strings, bend all your notes for me.Soft silly music is meaningful magical,The movements were beautiful, all in your ovaries.All of them milking with green fleshy flowers,While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines.Smelling of semen all under the gardenWas all you were needing when you still believed in me.Say what your want to say.Hang for your hollow ways.Moving your mouth to pull outAll your miracles aimed for me.And I know they buried her body with others,Her sister and mother and five-hundred families.And will she remember me fifty years later?I wished I could save her in some sort of time machine.Know all your enemies.We know who our enemies are.Goldaline, my dear,We will fold and freeze togetherFar away from here.There is sun and spring and green forever.But now we move to feel for ourselves inside some stranger's stomach.Place your body here,Let your skin begin to blend itself with mine.

[Gonzo]

I may sound very cynical, but a cynic is really a realist. Cynicism will help you to have a healthy look at the way things are going on in the world.

Edited November 3, 2010 by Gonzo

[Indy]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kI4Mqb5_jJU

[Aleksija]

[bus]

[Indy]

[kurdi]

danas dosta stranskog bojadisanog kordeja moze lako da se nadje, ali meni to sve nesto bezveze...docim mi metro, zvezde, vam, i posebno stranac i dalje deluju magicno.

[Indy]

"Tarkovsky's dream" by *Kit*In-between lost in noise Somewhere, somewhereIn-between got no choice But to be here Somewhere, somewhereIf you can hear meIf you're still there Stay tunedThere is more to comeOh don't start searchingI'll get back to youRiding waves trying to reach Somewhere, somewhereCannot share this moment with youI'm particles in the airYou can’t see meBut I'm hereSo if you can hear meIf you're still thereStay tunedThere is more to comeOh don't stop searchingStay tunedThere is more to comeOh don't stop searchingI’ll get back to youI'll get back to youI'll get back to you Stay tuned by Robert Wyatt

[pt 2.0]

"I still don't know what I was waiting forAnd my time was running wildA million dead-end streetsEvery time I thought I'd got it madeIt seemed the taste was not so sweetSo I turned myself to face meBut I've never caught a glimpseOf how the others must see the fakerI'm much too fast to take that testCh-ch-ch-ch-changesTurn and face the strainCh-ch-changesDon't want to be a richer manCh-ch-ch-ch-changesTurn and face the strainCh-ch-changesJust gonna have to be a different manTime may change meBut I can't trace time..."from "Changes"by David Bowie

[Sara Goldfarb]

..

[Gonzo]

This bed is on fireWith passionate loveThe neighbours complain about the noises aboveBut she only comes when she’s on top

[3opge]

sto nisi stavio pesmu koja je ispod slike [mada je u Nostalgiji receno da je umetnost neprevodiva]

"Tarkovsky's dream" by *Kit*Tarkovsky's dreamLast night I dreamt that I had died.But I could see, or rather feel,what was going on around me....I felt I had no strength or will,I was only capable of witnessingmy own death, my own corpse.Above all, I could feel in my dreamsomething long forgotten, somethingthat had not happened to me for a long time -the feeling that it was not a dream but real.It is such a powerful sensationthat a wave of sadness fills your soul,of pity for yourself, and a strange,as it were aesthetic way of seeing your own life.When you feel compassion for yourself in that way,it is as if your pain were someone else's.and you are looking at it from outside,weighing it up, and you are beyondthe bounds of what used to be your life.It was as if my past life was a child's life,without experience, unprotected.Time ceases to exist, and fear.An awareness of immortality.- Andrei TarkovskyStay tuned by Robert Wyatt