All Your Base

She's out of her mind
like the wind in a storm
Oh, like the ocean at dawn
as it disappears, with the riptide

She's out of her mind
she's pulled away by the moon
She's ripped from her sleep
as the cold lunar sweep gains control

Ooohhh, what you gonna do with your emotions
Ah-ah, ones you barely recognize
In your sleep I heard your screaming, ooohhh
"This is not voluntary, this is not voluntary
If this is life I'd rather die"

In the riptide
in the riptide

She's out of her mind, riptide
like a muscle that swells
You know when you trip
whether you're well or sick, your body aches

She's out with the tide
gone to a prisoner's dance
Where a monkey's her date
eating limbs off a plate with a spoon

Ooohhh, what you gonna do with your emotions
said the seagull to the loon
What you gonna do with your emotions

She said, "Please wake me up"
She said, "Don't touch me now"
She said, "I wish I was dead"

With the riptide

She's out of her mind
riptide, you always win
It happens over and over again
riptide

She's out of her mind
like a hurricane's rain
She does not stand a chance
at this lunar dance, riptide

I was thinking of van Gogh's last painting
the wheatfields and the crows
Is that perhaps what you've been feeling
When you see the ground
as you fall from the sky
As the floors disappears from beneath your feet riptide

She's going out of her mind
out with the tide
Out of her mind
riptide

She's going out of her mind, ah
ah, with the riptide
She's going out of her mind, ah
ah, riptide

The trouble with a classicist he looks at a tree
That's all he sees, he paints a tree
The trouble with a classicist he looks at the sky
He doesn't ask why, he just paints a sky

The trouble with an impressionist, he looks at a log
And he doesn't know who he is, standing, staring, at this log
And surrealist memories are too amorphous and proud
While those downtown macho painters are just alcoholic

The trouble with personalities, they're too wrapped up in style
It's too personal, they're in love with their own guile
They're like illegal aliens trying to make a buck
They're driving gypsy cabs but they're thinking like a truck

I like the druggy downtown kids who spray paint walls and trains
I like their lack of training, their primitive technique
I think sometimes it hurts you when you stay too long in school
I think sometimes it hurts you when you're afraid to be called a fool

Da ljudi do sada nisu izmislili naziv za inerciju, kao "inercija", vjerojatno bi taj naziv bio "jitterbug". :/

I da, bio sam na zraku danas. Ono - izvan zidina. I nije bilo tak loše uopće. Doduše, pomalo čudno, nakon -15 i ledenih putova. I skužio sam daaaa.....kako ono... aha, da... taljige bolje rade na odleđenoj podlozi nego na samom ledu.

I, nikad nisam mislio da ću ovo reć, al hoću posao gdje zapravo IDEŠ na posao i DOLAZIŠ s posla, jer ću u protivnom, zahvaljujući evoluciji, prste štekat drito u PS/2 port na kompjuteru, a DVI izlaz s adaptiranim konektorom na glavi koji je pak spojen s mojim vizualnim korteksom.

Dakle, izašli su Windows RG:

http://unix.rulez.org/~calver/funny/swf/windows_rg.swf

S novim office RG-om... :)))

Nije interaktivno...

http://unix.rulez.org/~calver/funny/swf/25-htf_spare.swf

...the possibilities are endless
And for me to miss one
would seem to be groundless
mmmm.. ooo...la-dee, ooo...la-dee, ooo...la-dee-ta-ta-taaaaaaaaaaaa

If you close the door
the night could last forever
Leave the sunshine out
and say hello to never

All the people are dancing
and they're having such fun
I wish it could happen to me

But if you close the door
I'd never have to see the day again

If you close the door
the night could last forever
Leave the wine-glass out
and drink a toast to never

Oh, someday I know
someone will look into my eyes
And say hello
you're my very special one

But if you close the door
I'd never have to see the day again

Dark party bars, shiny Cadillac cars
and the people on subways and trains
Looking gray in the rain, as they stand disarrayed
oh, but people look well in the dark

And if you close the door
the night could last forever
Leave the sunshine out
and say hello to never

All the people are dancing
and they're having such fun
I wish it could happen to me

Cause if you close the door
I'd never have to see the day again

U ovakovim slučajeovima.

Koliko puta ste doživjeli da bend, koji službeno počne počne svirat u, recimo 9, to zapravo učini u pol 11 (i onda svira 45 minuta i to je to)? Odgovor je, zasigurno - nebrojeno puta.

Pa dobro, jebemukrvkrvavekrvavice, jasno je da se *treba* porihtat zvuk, naravno da je to jako naporno (sic), naravno da to zahtijeva izuzetno veliki psihofizički napor (sicsic), naravno da se to treba napravit.

Ali kaj to podmilimbogom vredi kad je i nakon te jednoipolsatne probe zvuk i dalje zaqrac. Kaj to vredi kad se ne može bubnjara naučit da olakša ruku malo, da nisu činele jedini element po kojem se nabija, da neki od slušača (pojedinci) ipak vole svoje uši i ne cijene toliko zasićenje agresivnih visokih frekvencija i da on nije niš veća faca ak ima dve bas pedale od onog koji ima sam jednu.

Takvim bendovima bih ja *zakonom* zabranio tonske probe... Nemaš kaj probat, dođi i nabijaj, jebo probu - ionak niš ne pomaže...

BTW, ima nekog tu da bi svirao sa mnom? :)

Ja patim. Jer sam u tišini. Dobro, ne baš potpunoj, mukloj tišini, nisam sad u gluhoj komori. Čuje se zaglušujući zvuk ovih šezdestpet ventilatora iz kompjutera, i visoke frekvencije visokog napona iz dva monitora, od kojih je jedan jako star pa jaaako cvili bogec, što samo pridonosi mojoj patnji...

Nego, NE RADI MI JEBENI WINAMP, a odbijam slušati bilo što na monopolističkom medija plejeru...

ed plejlist.... i niš ... NIŠ ahhhhhh h

reinstall....... pliz vejt....

radi :) ....

DB: The Motel... :) :)) :D :DD

See these eyes so green
I can stare for a thousand years
Colder than the moon
It's been so long

And I've been putting out fire
With gasoline

See these eyes so red
Red like jungle burning bright
Those who feel me near
Pull the blinds and change their minds
It's been so long

Still this pulsing night
A plague I call a heartbeat
Just be still with me
You wouldn't believe what I've been thru
You've been so long
Well it's been so long

And I've been putting out the fire with gasoline
Putting out the fire
With gasoline

See these tears so blue
An ageless heart that can never mend
These tears can never dry
A judgement made can never bend

See these eyes so green
I can stare for a thousand years
Just be still with me
You wouldn't believe what I've been thru

And I've been putting out the fire
With gasoline
I've been putting out fire
Been so long so long so long

Pukla žica. E (visoki) :(

Didn't know what time it was the lights were low oh how
I leaned back on my radio oh oh
Some cat was layin' down some rock 'n' roll 'lotta soul, he said
Then the loud sound did seem to fade a ade
Came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase ha hase
That weren't no D.J. that was hazy cosmic jive

There's a starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie

I had to phone someone so I picked on you ho ho
Hey, that's far out so you heard him too! o o
Switch on the TV we may pick him up on channel two
Look out your window I can see his light a ight
If we can sparkle he may land tonight a ight
Don't tell your poppa or he'll get us locked up in fright

There's a starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie

Starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie

...jedna pjesma koja se može tumačiti na razne načine (pogotovo zbog stiha "the horse you ride white as snow"), iako je meni osobno to tumačenje malo glupo, al ajd...

Slim slow slider
Horse you ride
White as snow
Slim slow slider
Horse you ride
Is white as snow
Tell it everywhere you go
Saw you walking
Down by the Ladbroke Grove this morning
Saw you walking
Down by the Ladbroke Grove this morning
Catching pebbles for some sandy beach
You're out of reach
Saw you early this morning
With your brand new boy and your Cadillac
Saw you early this morning
With your brand new boy and your Cadillac
You're gone for something
And I know you won't be back
I know you're dying, baby
And I know you know it, too
I know you're dying
And I know you know it, too
Everytime I see you
I just don't know what to do

Scena 1. ("prva" se to čita, a ne jedantočka)

Zrakama vrelog jutarnjeg sunca okupano jedno bjelogorično stablo stoji važno i samouvjereno nasred šume, poput kralja. U centru područja koje, osim tog stabla, ne sadrži niti jedno drugo, živo drvo. Okolo su samo panjevi.

Tlo, inače prilično nezanimljivo i ustaljeno za ovo doba godine, začudo je ipak, bez nekakve prethodne najave, odlučilo pokazati stanovitu, no ne i pretjeranu živost i maštovitost. Svejedno, na tlu se ipak nešto događa.

Idu zec, miš, crv, bogomoljka, ara, mrav, žaba, termit, jazavac, kunić, čaplja, kakadu, sova, ovca, kišna glista, činčila, noj, zeba, srna i riba.

A u sjeni našeg stabla, čiji je rub sad već skroz oštar, budući da su atmosferske prilike upravo povoljne za to; pričaju orangutan, čaplja, kornjača, vidra, rak, zebra, pauk, škorpion, lemur, australski prerijski pas, pavijan, zelembać i gljiva (mislim, stvarno NIJE bitno koja je to vrsta gljive).

Odjednom, iz žamora njihove žučne rasprave, poput groma koji je baš nedavno udario u pretposljednje živo stablo ovdje, začuje se poderani glas čaplje, koja očito želi skrenuti pozornost na sebe. Žamor utihne, a čaplja će sada svojim ugodnim prirodnim glasom, ali tiho, gotovo šapćući, obraćajući se lemuru:

"Pa, lemure, dovraga, što li je to, pobogu, zelembać"

Sada je nastala tišina još gora, još podmuklija i još jezivija od one prve i od bilo koje zamislive tišine. I baš u to vrijeme laganim, ležernim korakom, u sjenu stabla ušetava i ona naša prva skupina žitelja šume.

Mrav se odjednom odlučno uspne na jednu od onih sitnih grančica koje su se zbog raznoraznih razloga otrgle s drveća i pale na tlo. Na licu mu se vidjelo da je prilično ljut. Tada je odjednom zagrmio, čvrstim, autoritativnim glasom, ali i s gospodskim manirima (bečka škola) obraćajući se čaplji:

"Nije pristojno pričati o prisutnima u trećem licu jedine!"

Već godinama pokušavam naći dobre razloge zašto je dobro živjeti izvan grada. Problem je u tome što nikad nisam uspio naći bilo kakav razlog, a kamoli dobar.

Potencijalni kandidati za pro-argumente bi mogli biti - kaj? Mir? Tišina? Ne znam, ne pada mi niš na pamet.

Kak onda da napišem nešto pametno i suvislo. Da opisujem prekrasnu prirodu oko sebe? Hah... koju prirodu? Prekrasne ljude u mom susjedstvu? Koje prekrasne ljude? Izgleda mi kao da sam cijeli, ali BAŠ CIJELI život proveo ovdje, namjerno bez mogućnosti, ne, bez ŽELJE za prilagodbom, nakon što sam se prisilno spustio negdje iz dubokog svemira, krenuvši s neke udaljene planete, ili čak nekog drugog svemira, gdje zapravo nikad nisam stvarno bio, ali gdje sam u stvari doma i gdje postoji netko normalan, bar po mojim mjerilima normalnosti.

Ali opet, sad mi se čini da ta planeta fizički i nije udaljena baš toliko da bi joj se udaljenost morala mjeriti astronomskim jedinicama ili svjetlosnim godinama. Možda joj se udaljenost mjeri u kilometrima. Čak ne ni u stotinama kilometara, već samo u desecima. Al ipak... Mogu eventualno tu i tamo stopirati neki leteći tanjur da me odveze do nje, ali prilično rijetko voze, a ne bi se čovjek bunio ni da je vrijeme puta kraće.

Iako život autostopera zna bit zabavan (ono, drugi te voze, ne moraš razmišljat o prometu i to), postoje i neka ograničenja. Recimo, čak ni leteći tanjuri iz nekog razloga jednostavno ne žele ovuda voziti cijelu noć, što možda zvuči paradoksalno, budući da se većini onih koji su opazili NLO to dogodilo baš tijekom noći; ali je istinito, što je pak za jednog, pa i prosječnog autostopera sasvim neprihvatljivo, tim više što onda čak ni ručnik ne pomaže, jer jednostavno - ne voze.

E, sad, ovi tu bitovi i bajtovi, te neke nule i jedinice, start-bitovi, stop-bitovi, paketi u raznim slojevima i protokolima, što teku kroz te neke žice, doduše, imaju sposobnost da prenesu ono što mogu nositi, i to znatno brže čak i od najbržih letećih tanjura. A što to oni u stvari mogu prenijeti - pih - nekakve crtice, kvačice, zavijutke i bubice. To prividno umanjuje potrebu za korištenjem gorerečenih letećih tanjura da bi se došlo do goremalovišerečene planete. Ma ne, ne; ne umanjuje potrebu za korištenjem gorenavedenih letećih tanjura.... omogućuje kontakt s goremalovišenavedenom planetom i njenim stanovnicima (iako nisam baš siguran da bi ova zadnja imenica trebala bit u množini)

I kaj sad? I kaj sad? I kaj sad? I kaj sad?

Sad sam zakomplicirao stvar, i opet ne znam kraj napisat (a možda i ne želim kraj napisat, stavljam naočale, ali nekak mi ne pomažu u auto-psihoanalizi)

A ne bi niš čovek rekel da na početku loga nisam sam sebi preporučio na tečnom mađarsko-kineskom (naravno, s teškim teksaškim naglaskom): "keep it simple, keep it simple, YOU BETTER KEEP IT SIMPLE, YOU HEAR!".

No, da baš grubo ne prekršim svoje učmalo "log-pjesma-log-pjesma-log-pjesma" pravilo:


I'm staring through a telescope at night
at a large light in the sky
Its spinning lights reminded me of you
A star spinning in orbit
lighting up the sky
Or maybe it was not a star at all

I'm standing by the Hudson River's edge at night
looking out across the Jersey shore
At a neon light spelling out some cola's name
And I thought your name should be dancing
beamed from satellites
Larger than any billboard in Times Square

Tell it to your heart, please don't be afraid
I'm the one who loves you in each and every way
Tell it to your heart, please don't be afraid

I'm up on the roof, it's 5 a.m.
I guess I couldn't sleep
And I see this spinning light that I saw last week
Maybe I should wake you up
but by then it might be gone
You never know what you see when you look up in the sky

I ran outside down a darkened street
listening to my boot heels click
My leather jacket squeaked, I needed a cigarette
When I turned the corner
my spinning light was in the street
They were filming a commercial on TV

Tell it to your heart, please don't be afraid
we're no teenage movie that ends in tragedy
Tell it to your heart, please don't be afraid