I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms..

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms..

And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms..

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms..

But I believe in love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candles burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore..

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms...

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Your butt is mine
Gonna tell you right
Just show your face
In broad daylight
I'm telling you
On how I feel
Gonna hurt your mind
Don't shoot to kill
Come on

Come on
Lay it on me
All right

I'm giving you
On count of three
To show your stuff
Or let it be
I'm telling you
Just watch your mouth
I know your game
What you're about

Well they say the sky's the limit
And to me that's really true
But my friend you have seen nothin'
Just wait 'til I get through

Because I'm bad, I'm bad come on
You know I'm bad, I'm bad come on, you know
You know I'm bad, I'm bad come on, you know
And the whole world has to
Answer right now
Just to tell you once again
Who's bad

The word is out
You're doin' wrong
Gonna lock you up
Before too long
Your lyin' eyes
Gonna tell you right
So listen up
Don't make a fight
Your talk is cheap
You're not a man
You're throwin' stones
To hide your hands

But they say the sky's the limit
And to me that's really true
And my friends you have seen nothin'
Just wait 'til I get through

Because I'm bad, I'm bad come on
You know I'm bad, I'm bad come on, you know
You know I'm bad, I'm bad come on, you know
And the whole world has to
Answer right now
Just to tell you once again
Who's bad

We can change the world tomorrow
This could be a better place
If you don't like what I'm sayin'
Then won't you slap my face

Because I'm bad, I'm bad come on
You know I'm bad, I'm bad come on, you know
You know I'm bad, I'm bad come on, you know
And the whole world has to
Answer right now
Just to tell you once again
Who's bad

Because I'm bad, I'm bad come on
You know I'm bad, I'm bad come on, you know
You know I'm bad, I'm bad come on, you know
And the whole world has to
Answer right now
Just to tell you once again
Who's bad

Who's bad?

 

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29 January 2016

 

Why is it so hard
To make it in America 2x


I try so hard to make it in America
A land with milk and honey,
A land supposed to be built with love
It take love and understanding
To live and let live
I was born in Gainesville, Florida
I traveled for and wide
then i moved to Brooklyn, New York
Had hard times...

So I say to myself
Looks like nothing gonna change
I got to move away from here
I wanna save New York
A little town they call Poughkeepsie

Got me a job
To get away from all this stress
But I can't get away
No matter how far I went
Looks like nothing gonna change...

 

 

This world is going up in flames
And nobody wanna take the blame
Don’t tell me how to live my life
When you never felt the pain

Ooo ooo ooo

Come on, babe
They don’t hear me cry
They don’t hear me
They don’t hear me cry
But what I gotta do

I can’t turn my head away
Seeing all these things
The world is burning up in flames
And nobody wanna take the blame

You, oh you
You, oh you
Me, oh me

They don’t hear me cry
They don’t hear me

It’s killing me, oh babe
Come on, babe
Gotta be a better world
Gotta make it, babe
Gotta make it right...

 

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21 January 2016

 

Bogusław Kaczyński (May 2, 1942, Biała Podlaska, Poland – January 21, 2016, Warsaw, Pola nd) was a Polish classical music journalist. He was the author of a classical recording series called The Golden Collection. He also hosted musical competitions, including the Frederic Chopin Piano Competition, the Henryk Wieniawski Violin Competition, and the New Year's Concerts in Vienna...

 

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20 January 2016
12 January 2016

 

On August 27, 2008, Jesse Richards published a 15 point Remodernist Film Manifesto, calling for a "new spirituality in cinema", use of intuition in filmmaking, as well as describing the remodernist film as being a "stripped down, minimal, lyrical, punk kind of filmmaking". Point 4 is:

The Japanese ideas of wabi-sabi (the beauty of imperfection) and mono no aware (the awareness of the transience of things and the bittersweet feelings that accompany their passing), have the ability to show the truth of existence, and should always be considered when making the remodernist film.

There are also several polemic statements made in the manifesto that criticize Stanley Kubrick, filmmakers that shoot on digital video, as well as Dogme 95. In December, 2008, Turkish film magazine Bakiniz translated the manifesto into Turkish and soon after Polish magazine Red translated it into Polish.

Remodernist film calls for a return to emotional and spiritual meaning in cinema, as well as an emphasis on new ideas of narrative structure and subjectivity. Elements of No Wave Cinema, French New Wave, punk film, expressionist, spiritual and transcendental filmmaking, as well as Antonin Artaud's ideas on the Theatre of Cruelty helped lead to this new film movement. They champion the works of Andrei Tarkovsky, Yasujiro Ozu, Robert Bresson, Jean Rollin, Michelangelo Antonioni, Jean Vigo, Amos Poe, Jean Epstein and Nicholas Ray among others, as well as Bela Tarr's film Satantango and Jean-Luc Godard's Hail Mary...

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11 January 2016

 

Look up here, I’m in heaven

I’ve got scars that can’t be seen

I’ve got drama, can’t be stolen

Everybody knows me now

Look up here, man, I’m in danger

I’ve got nothing left to lose

I’m so high it makes my brain whirl

Dropped my cell phone down below

Ain’t that just like me

By the time I got to New York

I was living like a king

Then I used up all my money

I was looking for your ass

This way or no way

You know, I’ll be free

Just like that bluebird

Now ain’t that just like me

Oh I’ll be free

Just like that bluebird

Oh I’ll be free

Ain’t that just like me...

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10 January 2016

"This photo of a nomadic father and his young daughter was taken in the heart of the Mongolian desert, a hundred miles from civilization. We were lucky enough to stay with this kind family while travelling through Mongolia, where every ger (portable tent) is a hotel/restaurant/information centre/doctor/auto-mechanic. They didn't have much but they did have a huge satellite dish to tune into their favorite sport - Japanese sumo wrestling - which they watched on a small TV powered by a rechargeable car battery (that was almost as big as the TV itself!). It was a very special experience and I love the juxtaposition in this photo of the humble home next to such a large symbol of modern technology."

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09 January 2016

 

Gdy znów do murów klajstrem świeżym
Przylepiać zaczną obwieszczenia,
Gdy "do ludności", "do żołnierzy"
Na alarm czarny druk uderzy
I byle drab, i byle szczeniak
W odwieczne kłamstwo ich uwierzy,
Że trzeba iść i z armat walić,
Mordować, grabić, truć i palić;
Gdy zaczną na tysięczną modłę
Ojczyznę szarpać deklinacją
I łudzić kolorowym godłem
I judzić "historyczną racją",
O piędzi, chwale i rubieży,
O ojcach, dziadach i sztandarach,
O bohaterach i ofiarach;
Gdy wyjdzie biskup, pastor, rabin
Pobłogosławić twój karabin,
Bo mu sam Pan Bóg szepnął z nieba,
Że za ojczyznę - bić się trzeba;
Kiedy rozścierwi się, rozchami
Wrzask liter pierwszych stron dzienników,
A stado dzikich bab - kwiatami
Obrzucać zacznie "żołnierzyków". -
- O, przyjacielu nieuczony,
Mój bliźni z tej czy innej ziemi!
Wiedz, że na trwogę biją w dzwony
Króle z pannami brzuchatemi;
Wiedz, że to bujda, granda zwykła,
Gdy ci wołają: "Broń na ramię!",
Że im gdzieś nafta z ziemi sikła
I obrodziła dolarami;
Że coś im w bankach nie sztymuje,
Że gdzieś zwęszyli kasy pełne
Lub upatrzyły tłuste szuje
Cło jakieś grubsze na bawełnę.
Rżnij karabinem w bruk ulicy!
Twoja jest krew, a ich jest nafta!
I od stolicy do stolicy
Zawołaj broniąc swej krwawicy:
"Bujać - to my, panowie szlachta!"

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09 January 2016

Odwołali mnie i hymn Polski

Agnieszka Kublik
09.01.2016 17:33
Kamil Dąbrowa

Kamil Dąbrowa 


- Złamał pan zasady etyki Polskiego Radia. Zostaje pan odwołany - usłyszał Kamil Dąbrowa, szef radiowej Jedynki, od nowej prezes publicznego radia Barbary Stanisławczyk trzy godziny po objęciu przez nią stanowiska. Chodziło o nadawanie co dwie godziny polskiego hymnu.
Radiowa Jedynka od 1 stycznia co godzinę nadawała "Mazurka Dąbrowskiego" na zmianę z "Odą do radości" Ludwiga van Beethovena, czyli hymnem Unii Europejskiej (wcześniej polski hymn był grany tylko raz na dobę, o północy). W ten sposób Kamil Dąbrowa protestował przeciwko przejmowaniu przez rząd PiS mediów publicznych. Bo dzień wcześniej, 31 grudnia, Senat przyjął nowelizację ustawy medialnej, która zlikwidowała konkursy na władze TVP i Polskiego Radia oraz ich kadencyjność. A ministra skarbu wyposażyła we władzę, jakiej do tej pory nie miał żaden rząd: minister może powołać i odwołać zarządy i rady nadzorcze TVP i PR, kiedy chce i za co chce. W miniony piątek w radiu pojawiła się nowa pani prezes Barbara Stanisławczyk. Trzy godziny później wezwała do siebie Kamila Dąbrowę.

W parę minut zwolniła go z funkcji szefa Jedynki.

Kamil Dąbrowa cytuje nam tę rozmowę:

"Pani prezes zapytała: Czy to pan podjął decyzję o akcji protestacyjnej związanej z graniem polskiego hymnu?

Odpowiedziałem: Tak, bo jestem dyrektorem, redaktorem naczelnym programu i podejmuję wszelkie decyzje, programowe, promocyjne, finansowe.

Pani prezes: Czy to pan odpowiada za tę akcję?.

Dąbrowa: Tak, ja. Wspólnie z kierownikami redakcji, bo poinformowałem o niej na kolegium, nikt nie zaprotestował.

Pani prezes: Czy zatem bierze pan za nią odpowiedzialność?

Dąbrowa: Tak, oczywiście, biorę za nią odpowiedzialność.

Pani prezes: Aha, w związku z tym złamał pan zasady etyki.

Dąbrowa: Ośmielam się z panią prezes nie zgodzić. A o łamaniu zasad etyki w Polskim Radiu decyduje Komisja Etyki.

Pani prezes: W związku z tym wręczam panu odwołanie ze stanowiska".

Dąbrowa wyszedł z gabinetu pani prezes ok. 15:30. Ostatni raz hymn polski Jedynka nadała o godz. 15:00. O 17:00 już nie. Następcy Dąbrowy pani prezes kazała zdjąć z anteny "Mazurka Dąbrowskiego"...

 

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