17 February 2018
21 January 2018

to become a grandma, you first have to become a mum...

 

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How long, how long will I slide?
Separate my side, I don't
I don't believe it's bad
Slit my throat it's all I ever..

 

I heard your voice through a photograph
I thought it up and brought up the past
Once you know you can never go back
I gotta take it on the other side..

 

Centuries are what it meant to me
A cemetery where I marry the sea
Stranger things could never change my mind
I gotta take it on the other side
Take it on the other side
Take it on, take it on..

 

How long, how long will I slide?
Separate my side, I don't
I don't believe it's bad
Slit my throat it's all I ever..

 

Pour my life into a paper cup
The ashtray's full and I'm spillin' my guts
She wants to know am I still a slut
I've got to take it on the other side..

 

Scarlet starlet and she's in my bed
A candidate for a soul mate bled
Push the trigger and I pull the thread, I gotta take it on the other side
Take it on the other side
Take it on
Take it on..

 

How long, how long will I slide?
Separate my side, I don't
I don't believe it's bad
Slit my throat it's all I ever..

 

Turn me on, take me for a hard ride
Burn me out, leave me on the other side
I yell and tell it that it's not my friend
I tear it down, I tear it down
And then it's born again..

 

How long, how long will I slide?
Separate my side, I don't
I don't believe it's bad
Slit my throat it's all I ever

How long, I don't, I don't believe it's bad
Slit my throat it's all I ever...

 

 

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14 December 2017
14 December 2017
05 December 2017

 

"We developed the Neil Youngs Archives to provide fans and music historians with unprecedented access to all of my music and to my entire archives in one convenient location..."

 

 

When I sing about love and war
I don't really know what I'm saying
I've been in love and I've seen a lot of war
Seen a lot of people praying
They pray to Allah and they pray to the Lord
And mostly they pray about love and war...

Pray about love and war
Pray about love and war...

Seen a lot of young men go to war
And leave a lot of young brides waiting
I watch them try to explain it to their kids
Seen a lot of them failing
They tried to tell them and tried to explain
Why Daddy won't ever come home again...

Daddy won't ever come home
Daddy won't ever come home...

Said a lot of things that I can't take back
But I don't really know if I want to
In songs about love, I sang songs about war
Since the backstreets of Toronto
I sang for justice and I hit a bad chord
But I still try to sing about love and war...

The saddest thing in the whole wide world
Is to break the heart of your lover
I made a mistake and I did it again
And we struggle to recover
I sang in anger, hit another bad chord
But I still try to sing about love and war...

Sing about love and war
Sing about love and war
Love and war...

When I sing about love and war
I don't really know what I'm saying
I've been in love and I've seen a lot of war
Seen a lot of people praying
They pray to Allah and they pray to the Lord
And mostly they pray about love and war...

Pray about love and war
Pray about love and war
Love and war...

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15 November 2017

 

"Piotr S.", słowa: Jacek Kleyff, muzyka: rumuńska melodia ludowa

Bardzom ciekaw tej zagadki,
co się dzieje za zasłoną,
lecz nie wołam rozstrzygnięcia.
Lecz nie wołam rozstrzygnięcia,
niechaj chwile same płoną,
niech się spełnia cały wątek.
Niech się spełnia cały wątek,
niechaj płoną tyle ile
wie ta siła, która sprawia,
czy to koniec, czy początek.
Szary beton zszorowany,
sadza tylko na spoinach,
i łzy w oczach tych dwóch osób;
chłopcy myślą o dziewczynach,
sadza tylko na spoinach,
lepiej wyczyścić nie sposób;
cichy głos, że pamiętamy,
szary beton zszorowany,
resztki zniczy, bukiet kwiatów
późną nocą posprzątany.
„W ogóle pani co za pomysł,
może nie te miał gazety,
każdy czuje tym, co czyta...”
„Może mu schowali leki,
jak wariatów hodowają,
no to niech się podpalają...”
Ile kwiatów na tej łące,
czy z pociągu żegnał kwiaty,
czy zasłaniał głośnik paltem,
czy pewności nie utracił?
Czy to koniec, czy początek?
Na tym świecie odpowiedzi
są miliardy, są tysiące.
Na tym świecie odpowiedzi
nie ma jednej i nikt nie wie,
ile kwiatów na tym placu?
Co pomyślał o dzieciństwie,
co wykonał, co przegapił,
czym się pierwszy raz zachwycił,
czy śniadanie jeść potrafił.
Mikrobusy Szczytno - Kielce,
dziewczęta i zakonnice
myślą tylko „jak do domu...”
Ta Warszawa to jest czyściec.
Czy się spełnił cały wątek,
czy wypalił tyle ile
wie ta siła, która sprawia,
czy to koniec, czy początek...

 

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10 November 2017