понедельник, июля 31, 2006

It's dreamy weather we're on

You waved your crooked wand
Along an icy pond with a frozen moon
A murder of silhouette crows I saw
And the tears on my face
And the skates on the pond
They spell Alice

I disappear in your name
But you must wait for me
Somewhere across the sea
There's a wreck of a ship
Your hair is like meadow grass on the tide
And the raindrops on my window
And the ice in my drink
Baby all I can think of is Alice

Arithmetic arithmetock
Turn the hands back on the clock
How does the ocean rock the boat?
How did the razor find my throat?
The only strings that hold me here
Are tangled up around the pier

And so a secret kiss
Brings madness with the bliss
And I will think of this
When I'm dead in my grave
Set me adrift and I'm lost over there
And I must be insane
To go skating on your name
And by tracing it twice
I fell through the ice
Of Alice

And so a secret kiss
Brings madness with the bliss
And I will think of this
When I'm dead in my grave
Set me adrift and I'm lost over there
And I must be insane
To go skating on your name
And by tracing it twice
I fell through the ice
Of Alice
There's only Alice

Tom Waits
"Alice"
2002

воскресенье, июля 30, 2006

You are the sun the moon and stars -

ah you... and I could never run away from you

You try at working out chaotic things
and why should I believe myself?

It's like the world is gonna end so soon
and why should I believe myself?

Yeah...

You, me, and everything
caught in the fire
I can see you drowning
caught in the fire

Tom Yorke
[Radiohead]
1993

четверг, июля 27, 2006

don't hold yourself like that -

you'll hurt your knees...
i kissed your mouth & back,
that's all i need.
don't build your world around -
volcanoes melt you down...
what i am to you
is not real
what i am to you
you do not need
what i am to you
is not what you mean to me

you give me miles and miles of mountains
and i’ll ask for the sea

don't throw yourself like that
in front of me
i kissed your mouth, your back -
is that all you need?
don't drag my love around,
volcanoes melt me down

what i am to you
is not real
what i am to you
you do not need
what i am to you
is not what you mean to me

you give me miles and miles of mountains
and i’ll ask for the sea

what i give to you is just what i’m going through
this is nothing new
no no just another phase of finding
what i really need is what makes me bleed
and like a new disease she’s still too you to treat
volcanoes melt me down
she’s still too young
i kissed your mouth
you do not need me

Damien Rice
Volcano
2003

вторник, июля 25, 2006

I had a thought of you,

in solitude without rescue.
Your thoughts are in the pouring rain,
and you feel the way you did before I met you.
Now I see the pain
forcing you to blame
the only man that loved you.
Well, no one more
got close to me before -
I'm amazed I let you.

To & fro,
is how my thoughts
would go,
while I was looking for my release.
You should know,
I had to let you go -
now and forever more
I'm out of reach.

Now I see it all right before me,
your little story.
My role was on the page,
I refused to play in your tragedy.
I feel no remorse while
you deal with yours.
How you're feeling lately?
Well no one more got close to me before -
Lady, you betrayed me.

To & fro,
is how my thoughts would go,
while I was looking for my release.
You should know,
I had to let you go.
Now and forever more
I'm out of reach.

Hence in the past tense,
the sentiments,
the arguments,
taking offence.
The only consequence,
I'm left to lament,
the love that came and went.
I'm still a true gent.
Never bitter and never twisted.
Only optimistic about
the main statistic.
Number one is standing vertical
cause I never take things personal.
Believe me,
my woman my woman
is gone,
and so me jus move on.
Da Linguist, this producer,
this performer,
moulded by the pain and the trauma.
I'm on a mission to listen
to intuition more than
I've ever done before
never keep it hidden.
I won't waist away,
I'll wake up from day
to day and I'll face this.
You're on a need to know basis.

Mattafix
To & Fro
2005

суббота, июля 22, 2006

Безумье — и благоразумье,

Позор — и честь,
Все, что наводит на раздумье,
Все слишком есть —

Во мне. — Все каторжные страсти
Свились в одну! —
Так в волосах моих — все масти
Ведут войну!

Я знаю весь любовный шепот,
— Ах, наизусть! —
— Мой двадцатидвухлетний опыт —
Сплошная грусть!

Но облик мой — невинно розов,
— Что ни скажи! —
Я виртуоз из виртуозов
В искусстве лжи.

В ней, запускаемой как мячик
— Ловимый вновь! —
Моих прабабушек-полячек
Сказалась кровь.

Лгу оттого, что по кладбищам
Трава растет,
Лгу оттого, что по кладбищам
Метель метет...

От скрипки — от автомобиля —
Шелков, огня...
От пытки, что не все любили
Одну меня!

От боли, что не я — невеста
У жениха...
От жеста и стиха — для жеста
И для стиха!

От нежного боа на шее...
И как могу
Не лгать, — раз голос мой нежнее,
Когда я лгу...

Марина Цветаева
1915