4 февр. 2011 г.

Archive - Bullets - 2009

Personal responsibility, personal response insanity...

Specifically for Gyzma ...



Archive - The Empty Bottle - 2009

The colours run away as the sun fades the day
I find it so hard to find the right words to say
I know that when I have to leave and close it all down
I'm losing everything that you have made me

Let it all just fade away like leave from green to grey
Defeat the impossible finish this war with enemies
And how I love your smile in my aching heart
But why does everything I touch become so sharp

Let the sea roll over me and wash me away
Let me slide deep beneath this crushing blue
The light in the night and the stars on your face
You are everything that surrounds me in this place

I am the hollowness the empty bottle at the end
I am the falling part playing at pretend

I want that feeling back deep inside my heart

Lay down these feelings push them all aside
Crawl out into the light my love I cannot hide
Searching for togetherness on the other side
A thousand bullet holes this love cannot die

For I am the hollowness the empty bottles at the end
I am the falling part playing at pretend

I want that feeling back deep inside my heart...

Детям чистота нужна !!! Ребёнки, в грязи, расти не могут !!!

Волк и телёнок
(1984 год. "Союзмультфильм")


год: 1984
страна: СССР
Автор сценария: Михаил Липскеров
Директор фильма: Григорий Хмара
Режиссер: Михаил Каменецкий
Оператор: Юрий Каменецкий
Композитор: Игорь Космачев

Какую-то инфекцию сейчас я проглотил !!!

Весёлый цыплёнок
(1973 год. "Киевнаучфильм")

Режиссер: Цезарь Оршанский
Автор сценария: М. Рыбалко

Oh Mary, I'll find you somewhere...

And Also The Trees - Mary Of The Woods by millepede

Mary Of The Woods

When I woke I thought of you,
Looked out of the window at this familiar view,
I watched the kites fly high above the steeples,
And the washing lines that float,
With sailor's clothes,
When I woke I thought of you.

In the vale there's a meadow,
Where a rare flower grows,
Oh Mary won't you be my girl.

When the land falls away,
And the sea there lies rolling,
Oh Mary it's a simple world.

When your headscarf falls like this,
And the sunlight's on your lips,
Oh Mary won't you be my girl.

I took a walk down to the parson's house,
Met the cooper and the priest on the way there,
They pointed up to the woods for you,
Oh Mary, I'll find you somewhere...