The Dead South , Wishing Well

José González , Stay Alive

José Gonzales , Heartbeats, Dingle

Laïs , Le Grand Vent

just..because it is 'nice'

Johnny Cash , Hurt (Official Video) HD

note:

i don't feel like this , no

José González - Full Performance (Live on KEXP)

stolen, more or less~

Seagull, PJ Harvey

PJ Harvey , The Darker Days Of Me And Him

PJ Harvey , You Come Through (The Peel Sessions 1991 - 2004)

Pj Harvey,We float

Maria João Pires, Discovering Sound

George Frideric Handel , The Arrival of the Queen of Sheba

Goats don't shave, Arranmore

THE HIGH ROAD TO KILKENNY (Live) // Les Musiciens De St Julien, F. Lazar...

Maxim Shalygin ,Air, Lacrimosa or 13 Magic Songs

Duke Ellington ,Cat Anderson trumpet solo

good night...

Tōru Takemitsu: Les yeux clos II (1988)

La llorona, Charles Lloyd & The Marvels

Elizabeth Anka Vajagic ,And the Sky Lay Still

Connemara Tour Guide, West of Ireland

Chet Baker, Chetty's lullaby

Chet Baker ‎, Peace (1982) [1989 edition]

Maria João Pires , Chopin, Nocturno n.º 1

Beth finds out she's evil (Rick and Morty Season 3)

Rick's Speech On Reality & Beth Makes A Choice (Rick and Morty Season 3)

Ali Farka Toure, Toumani Diabate , Ruby

Ali Farka Touré , Penda Yoro

Ali Farka Touré, Savane

Mark Knopfler , Emmylou Harris ,Why Worry (Real Live Roadrunning) OFFICIAL

Mark Knopfler , In the sky

Maria João Pires, Bach , French Suite No. 2 in C minor, BWV 813

Bach , Partita No. 1 in B-flat major, BWV 825 ,Maria João Pires

Caitlin Moran, How to build a girl, quotes

"When cynicism becomes the default language, playfulness and invention become impossible. Cynicism scours through a culture like bleach, wiping out millions of small, seedling ideas. Cynicism means your automatic answer becomes “No.” Cynicism means you presume everything will end in disappointment.

And this is, ultimately, why anyone becomes cynical. Because they are scared of disappointment. Because they are scared someone will take advantage of them. Because they are fearful their innocence will be used against them ......"

............................................................................................................................................

"Cynicism is, ultimately, fear. Cynicism makes contact with your skin, and a thick black carapace begins to grow — like insect armor. This armor will protect your heart, from disappointment — but it leaves you almost unable to walk. You cannot dance in this armor. Cynicism keeps you pinned to the spot, in the same posture, forever." 

..............................................................................................................................................

Here she writes on the cynicism of the young..

but i take it to heart and wish more would..

i remember the struggle of mind and spirit it took me not to turn a cynic

at around the age of 17/18.

i thought i had managed mostly to stay open, 

neither getting lost in a wall of ideology nor overwhelmed by promises of religions

and New Age nor stuck in cynicism:

but i can see i changed

and re-changed and changed again: 

it is for a thinking existence  very difficult not to fall for cynicism,

at my age mixing often with bitterness growing and crystallizing.

So.

I take it to heart-

end of quotes:

'When you keep saying “No,” all that’s left is what other people said “Yes” to before you were born. Really, “No” is no choice at all." '

This is for the young- but valid for us too, the old, going together with

perceiving in memory all we do not wish to say 'no' to and with a shifting our focus

inside. 

Even for us this 'fear' must be recognized more easily and maybe we can do this 

with a bit more more detachment:

we are much nearer to death. 

And there is no wall to protect us, 

we will die.

All to do is to try to improve and care on what we see each one as

'quality' of and in our being and living.

Caitlin Moran, How to build a girl

Tori Amos ,Selkie

Donovan , The Lullaby of Spring

Happiness Runs ,Donovan

Donovan , Catch the wind

Crosby Stills Nash & Young ,Night Song

Crosby, Stills & Nash ,Suite: Judy Blue Eyes (Studio Version)

Ali Farka Toure, Ry Cooder , Ai Du

George Carlin , Being in a coma

George Carlin, on Time

Ryuichi Sakamoto , Still life

Ryuichi Sakamoto ,andata (from "async")

The Mind Of Krishnamurti (Documentary)

"26:56"

"42.51"

PJ Harvey , You Come Through

PJ Harvey, Silence

Beth Hart , Like you (and everyone else) (lyrics on clip)

i don't say it's good nor that it's bad

but it stands out from her other songs

Nick Cave , Do You Love Me?

Onward and onward and onward I go Where no man before be bothered to go Till the soles of my shoes are shot full of holes And it's all downhill with a bullet This ramblin' and rovin' has taken it's course I'm grazing with the dinosaurs and the dear old horses And the city streets crack and a great hole forces Me down, my soapbox, my pulpit The theater ceiling is silver star spangled And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? There's a man in the theater with girlish eyes Who's holdin' my childhood to ransom On the screen there's a death There's a rustle of cloth and a sickly voice callin' me handsome There's a man in the theater with sly girlish eyes On the screen there's an ape, a gorilla There's a groan, there's a cough, there's a rustle of cloth And a voice that stinks of death and vanilla This is a secret, mauled and mangled And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? The walls in the ceiling are painted in blood The lights go down, the red curtains come apart This air is full of smoke and dialog I know by heart And the coins in my pocket jingle-jangle As the great screen crackled and popped And the clock of my boyhood was wound down and stopped And my handsome little body oddly propped And my trousers right down to my ankles Yes, onward and upward And I'm off to find love Do you love me? If you do, I'm thankful Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? This city is an ogre squattin' by the river It gives life but it takes it away, my youth There comes a time when you just cannot deliver This is a fact, this is a stone cold truth Do you love me? I love you, handsome Do you love me? Yes, I love you, you are handsome Amongst the cogs and the wires, my youth Vanilla breath and handsome apes with girlish eyes Dreams that roam between truth and untruth Memories that become monstrous lies So onward and onward and onward I go Onward and upward and I'm off to find love With blue-black bracelets on my wrists and my ankles And the coins in my pocket goin' jingle-jangle Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me?

Oasis , Let There Be Love (Official Video)

Oasis, Wonderwall - Official Video

Irish People Try To Explain Irish Phrases

Radiohead , Daydreaming

Mendelssohn , Lieder ohne worte , 3 Gondellieder [pf: Peter Nagy]

PJ Harvey, The Orange Monkey

A restlessness took hold my brain
And questions I could not hold back
An orange monkey on a chain
On a bleak uneven track

Told me that to understand
You must travel back time
I took a plane to a foreign land
And said, I'll write down what I find

Beneath a mountain's jagged shelves
Cloaked with snow and shadows sheer
Plates tipped up upon themselves
The pain of fifty million years

And mules and goats were running wild
A happy chaos carried on
And old men and the young boys smiled
And worked until the day was gone

The packs of sandy-coloured dogs
Walked streets that looked like building sites
But piles of rocks and dust and smog
Could not block out a different light

When I returned I ran to meet
The monkey, but his face had changed
He stood before me on two feet
The track was now a motorway

The Fureys, I Will Love You Ev'ry Time

Himno del Mundo, Raquel Jodorowsky

Estrellas de mar 
Cargadas con el fuego 
Del agua primordial 
Con su piel llena de cráteres 
Y púas de rojo amanecer 
Con lunares de sol negro 
Que palpitan. 

Carne de estrella viva 
Trozo de Era Fósil y esqueleto violeta 
Cinco brazos terminados en pies 
Que flotan como pétalos libres. 

Pongo dos estrellas 
Dos fragmentos de océanos rotos 
Sobre mis ojos 
Traspaso su misterio húmedo 
Flor de luz y dureza marina 
Así me encontrarán, varada 
Cubierta de estrellas de mar 
Cual diosa nómada del cosmos 
Que en el límite del mundo 
Se ha tendido a soñar

Una danza, Raquel Jodorowsky

En el interior de la vida hay una danza 

Que vuelve a crear lo que ya existe 

Girando en ocultas dimensiones 

Interminable, vertiginosa, despeinada. 

En el oxido de las noches extranjeras 

Donde se oye el incendio de las sombras 

Sentimos sus movimientos migratorios 

Empujados por un viento de plomo 

En nuestras venas. 



Danza que sube como la ley del fuego 

Da vueltas en los abismos del ser 

En profunda tormenta se divide 

Se afirma, se aumenta, reproduce 

El gran cansancio del grito 

Semejante al ruido de un eclipse. 

No sabemos en que fondo 

Dentro de brazos y de piernas 

Funda la soledad estremecida 

Por colonias de pequeñas bocas 

Que se comunican y cantan. 

No sabemos hasta donde cultiva 

Sus raíces de tintórea hierba 

Que pinta de rojo la sangre amanecida. 



Aún no se encuentra ninguna evidencia 

De su existencia verdadera 

OH, Danza confinada al reino de los mitos

Al son de la música sideral ,Raquel Jodorowsky

Al son de la música sideral 
el mundo va danzando 
nadie sabe a dónde 
colgado en el espacio soberano 
donde todo explota 
y se crea otra vez. 

Y nosotros aquí adentro, sin sentido 
con nuestras locas vidas 
buscando la seguridad 
mientras la tierra corre por el cosmos 
en trece movimientos, salta adelante 
se inclina a un costado luego al otro 
gira en sí misma, retrocede un grado 
da vueltas como un trompo de luz. 

Nosotros, inmóviles buscando 
la eternidad 
somos llevados nadie sabe a dónde 
metidos bajo las sábanas del misterio total.

Olvido, Raquel Jodorowsky

Olvido

Crece la hierba roja del olvido 

Y todo lo dispersa 

Hay fieras lámparas encendidas 

¿quién hundirá sus manos en el fuego 

Y rescate mi rostro entre cenizas? 

Los huesos del viento 

Emiten música de luz mordida 

Cuentan la memoria de la tierra 

En melodías de náufragos 

De sonámbulos en el límite del precipicio. 

Para volver invisible tu recuerdo 

Trazo un encantamiento ante tu puerta 

Con señal de tiza blanca 

Y alfabeto de luto 

Pero en dificultades progresivas 

Aparece tu rostro 

Estornino de mejilla plateada 

OH, licor de amor, llanura de agua 

Como paloma nueva tus besos fueron. 



Hoy salen de la nube del alma 

Mares y lápidas, bocas quebradas 

Y trampas de sol. 

La hierba roja del olvido 

Cubre el lenguaje azul 

De todo cuanto ardió, por un instante 

En el vuelo de la vida

Aquí estamos, RAQUEL JODOROWSKY

Aquí estamos las madres negras
petrificándonos
como un raro ejemplar
de otras edades.
Sin que estas palabras
puedan cambiar
las decisiones de los hombres
que mantienen los pueblos
en la sombra.
Aquí estamos las mujeres poderosas
rodeadas de atormentadores
reducidas a cenizas
por la mano del hombre.
¿Dónde va a florecer nuestra familia
si se contamina la vida
en el Pacífico
y hacen estallar el espacio
rompen el aire de dragones imaginarios
si desequilibran las nieves de los Polos
y también las profundidades de la tierra?
Dónde alimentar la sonrisa de los hijos
con peces muertos, vegetales muertos, aire muerto
alimento envenenado
cabellos, piel, el color de los ojos
envenenado
la alegría de vivir envenenada.
Sin que ninguna de mis palabras
pueda cambiar nada.
Aquí me desintegro
sin haber tomado parte
ni ser poeta comprometida
con cualquiera de esas mentes
destructoras
de mis generaciones sobre la tierra.

Björk, The Gate

My healed chest wound
Transformed into a gate
Where I receive love from
Where I give love from

And I care for you, care for you
I care for you, care for you
Care for you, care for you
I care for you, care for you

Split into many parts
Splattered light beams into prisms
That will reunite

If you care for me, care for me
If you care for me, care for me
Care for me, care for me
And then I'll care for you, care for you
I care for you, care for you
I care for you, care for you
Care for you, care for you


Didn't used to be so needy
Just more broken than normal
Proud self-sufficiency
My silhouette is oval
It is a gate


I can care for you, care for you from
I can care for you, care for you
I care for you, care for you
I care for you, care for you
I care for you, care for you
You care for me, care for me
Care for you

Pink Floyd , A pillow of winds

A cloud of eiderdown
Draws around me
Softening a sound.
Sleepy time, and I lie,
With my love by my side,
And she's breathing low.

And the candle dies.

When night comes down
You lock the door.
The book falls to the floor.
As darkness falls
The waves roll by,
The seasons change
The wind is wry.

Now wakes the hour
Now sleeps the swan
Behold the dream
The dream is gone.
Green fields are calling
It's falling, in a golden door.

And deep beneath the ground,
The early morning sounds
And I go down.
Sleepy time, and I lie,
With my love by my side,
And she's breathing low.

And I rise, like a bird,
In the haze, when the first rays
Touch the sky.

And the night wings die.

Federico Garcia Lorca, Donovan,Unsleeping City [HD]

in contrast many matters/things gain clearer form and view-
but beware of too much contrast.
sometimes a veil is beautiful such as dust swirling
across the desert...clouds in the sky, shadows and rings and ripples in the water..
to hide ugliness, plastic bottles, shopping bags , to forget bad memories
or to cover just too much blinding brightness.

Donovan, The River Song (Original)

City That Does Not Sleep, Federico Garcia Lorca

before i sleep, i place this poem next to the last one,
both belong together, in my own way of  'seeing'-
our world is rich and raw and simple and complex,
all depends on the gates of perception and attitude,
and we live with polarity-
not opposites : opposition makes blind.

all is exploration and adventure with eyes open,
and misfortunes just happen and go.

only the bad ..does not disappear forever...take care...'Careful! Careful! Careful!'-
only not to waste too much time on being careful ...

from the serenity prayer of which i like only the first part:

"God, give me grace to accept with serenity

the things that cannot be changed,

Courage to change the things

which should be changed,

and the Wisdom to distinguish

the one from the other.

Living one day at a time,

Enjoying one moment at a time,

Accepting hardship as a pathway to peace,...."

City That Does Not Sleep

Federico García Lorca, 1898 - 1936

In the sky there is nobody asleep.  Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is asleep.
The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins.
The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream,
and the man who rushes out with his spirit broken will meet on the 
            street corner
the unbelievable alligator quiet beneath the tender protest of the
            stars.

Nobody is asleep on earth.  Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is asleep.
In a graveyard far off there is a corpse
who has moaned for three years
because of a dry countryside on his knee;
and that boy they buried this morning cried so much
it was necessary to call out the dogs to keep him quiet.

Life is not a dream.  Careful!  Careful!  Careful!
We fall down the stairs in order to eat the moist earth
or we climb to the knife edge of the snow with the voices of the dead
            dahlias.
But forgetfulness does not exist, dreams do not exist;
flesh exists.  Kisses tie our mouths
in a thicket of new veins,
and whoever his pain pains will feel that pain forever
and whoever is afraid of death will carry it on his shoulders.

One day 
the horses will live in the saloons
and the enraged ants
will throw themselves on the yellow skies that take refuge in the
            eyes of cows.

Another day
we will watch the preserved butterflies rise from the dead
and still walking through a country of gray sponges and silent boats
we will watch our ring flash and roses spring from our tongue.
Careful!  Be careful!  Be careful!
The men who still have marks of the claw and the thunderstorm,
and that boy who cries because he has never heard of the invention 
            of the bridge,
or that dead man who possesses now only his head and a shoe,
we must carry them to the wall where the iguanas and the snakes
            are waiting,
where the bear’s teeth are waiting,
where the mummified hand of the boy is waiting,
and the hair of the camel stands on end with a violent blue shudder.

Nobody is sleeping in the sky.  Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is sleeping.
If someone does close his eyes,
a whip, boys, a whip!
Let there be a landscape of open eyes
and bitter wounds on fire.
No one is sleeping in this world.  No one, no one.
I have said it before.

No one is sleeping.
But if someone grows too much moss on his temples during the
            night,
open the stage trapdoors so he can see in the moonlight
the lying goblets, and the poison, and the skull of the theaters.

Pablo Neruda, Sonnet LXXXI

And now you're mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.
Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.
The night turns on its invisible wheels,
and you are pure beside me as a sleeping amber.

No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go,
we will go together, over the waters of time.
No one else will travel through the shadows with me,
only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.

Your hands have already opened their delicate fists
and let their soft drifting signs drop away; your eyes closed like two gray
wings, and I move

after, following the folding water you carry, that carries
me away. The night, the world, the wind spin out their destiny.
Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all. 
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Ya eres mía. Reposa con tu sueño en mi sueño. 
Amor, dolor, trabajos, deben dormir ahora.
Gira la noche sobre sus invisibles ruedas 
y junto a mí eres pura como el ámbar dormido

Ninguna más, amor, dormirá con mis sueños.
Irás, iremos juntos por las aguas del tiempo.
Ninguna viajará por la sombra conmigo,
sólo tú, siempreviva, siempre sol, siempre luna.

Ya tus manos abrieron los puños delicados
y dejaron caer suaves signos sin rumbo,
tus ojos se cerraron como dos alas grises,

mientras yo sigo el agua que llevas y me lleva:
la noche, el mundo, el viento devanan su destino,
y ya no soy sin ti sino sólo tu sueño.