“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”
/Louise Erdrich/ “All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.” /J.R.R. Tolkien/
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Iedomājos veltīt mazu ierakstu savai visumīļākajai grupai. Ļoti subjektīvu viedokli. Šodien, dodoties vakara skrējienā, manās ausīs, protams, skanēja šī mūzika. Debesis jau bija tumšas un lēni iedegās laternu gaismas. Un šī mūzika... pie velna! Šī mūzika dāvā man enerģiju. Tā dāvā man spēku. Tā liek man pamosties, sasparoties un nostāties aci pret aci pašam ar sevi. Tā bija ar mani visos laikos, kad es cīnījos ar kaut ko par kaut ko. Izmisumos un eiforijās. Šī mūzika bija ar mani vientulībā, greizsirdībā un dusmās. Tā bija ar mani laimes brīžos, jautrībā un pārmaiņu laikos. Vētrās un bezvējos. Es to klausījos pastāvīgi, kopš iepazinu to 2009. gada pavasarī. Tā ir bijusi mans antidepresants un mans depresants. Pie šīs mūzikas es raudāju, dejoju, dziedāju, trakoju, smējos, traucos uz velosipēda un devos pie miera. Nav otras tādas grupas. Tā dažās sekundēs aizved mani uz citu planētu. Tai uz mani ir ļoti iedarbīgs efekts. Tā man nozīmē TIK daudz! Tā ir vienīgā grupa, kuru es varu klausīties vienmēr, jo dziesmas vienkārši nespēj apnikt. Es nevaru izskaidrot, kādēļ tieši 30 Seconds to Mars. Bet katrs albums man patīk arvien vairāk (kamēr ar citām grupām mana sajūsma ar katru jauno albumu noplok). Tā teikt, šī grupa attīstās, nestāv uz vietas, mainās un dzīvo man līdzi ar visām saldajām, dinamiskajām, rūgtajām un liriskajām dziesmām. Tā uzšauj pa pakaļu, kad es sāku domāt, ka kaut ko nevaru. Tā saka: vari gan! Tā saka: rīkojies, dzīvo, celies, tici, sapņo, cīnies, tiecies, mīli, baudi... Dziesmu vārdi ir ļoti vienkārši, bet tie dodas man tieši sirdī un spēj ietekmēt manas sajūtas, un mūzika paralēli dara to pašu. Un vokāls... vokāls ir sirdi plosošs un dziedējošs. "A maniac messiah
Destruction is his game A beautiful liar Love for him is pain The temples are now burning Our faith cought up in flames I NEED A NEW DIRECTION CAUSE I HAVE LOST MY WAY!" "A fight is going on inside me," said an old man to his son. "It is a terrible fight between two wolves. One wolf is evil. He is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. The other wolf is good. He is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you."
The son thought about it for a minute and then asked: "Which wolf will win?" The old man replied simply: "The one you feed.” /Wendy Mass/ "If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives; be kind anyway. If you are successful, you will win some false friends and true enemies; succeed anyway. If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you; be honest and frank anyway. If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous; be happy anyway. The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow; do good anyway…" /Kent M. Keith/ ATTENTION!
Sveiki, visi mani draugi un paziņas! Man te pavisam nesen ienāca prātā doma, ka pazīstot Jūs, es patiesībā bieži vien nezinu elementāras lietas kā: kāda mūzika Jums patīk un kur Jūs vispār dzīvojat. Arī tie, kurus es kādreiz satiku biežāk, bet tagad daudz retāk, jau ir mainījušies un evolucionējuši. Un tad es atcerējos, ka kādreiz pamatskolā draugi viens otram deva tā saucamās atmiņu klades aizpildīšanai. Lai uzzinātu viens par otru vairāk. Tā kā visi mani draugi tagad ir ļoti izsijājušies pa visām malām, vieglāk šādu "kladi" sataisīt virtuālajā vidē. Tāpēc lūgšu tiem, kas vēlas, atbildēt uz šiem dažiem jautājumiem. Tas attiecas uz visiem. Ļoti priecāšos. Un redzēšu, kuriem piemīt tāda forša īpašība kā atsaucība. Varat atbildēt tepat, varat atbildēt draugos.lv manā dienasgrāmatā. Viss tiks saglabāts, izdrukāts un glabāsies kā īsta atmiņu klade. Varat atbildēt plaši, šauri, nopietni, nenopietni, dažādās valodās. (Atbildes saglabāšu un izdzēsīšu no šejienes). 1. Vārds, uzvārds/pseidonīms: 2. Kad Tev dzimšanas diena? 3. Ar ko Tu pašlaik nodarbojies? 4. Tavs e-pasts, telefona nr., adrese (sūtīt privāti): 5. Tavi blogi, vietnes, pašreklāma: 6. Kāda mūzika/grupas Tev patīk? 7. Kāds kino? 8. Kādas grāmatas/rakstnieki? 9. Kādi ir Tavi hobiji/intereses? 10. Kādas ir Tavas tipiskākās īpašības? 11. Kas Tev dzīvē ir svarīgs/aktuāls? 12. Citi svarīgi fakti par Tevi: 13. Kā mēs iepazināmies? 14. Kāda ir Tava spilgtākā atmiņa, kas saistās ar mani? 15. Ko Tu vari par mani pateikt, man ieteikt/novēlēt? PALDIES! "Now you should smile
Though your heart is aching Smile even though it's breaking When there are clouds Way up in the sky You're gonna get by If you smile through your fear and sorrow Smile, it may be, maybe tomorrow You'll see the sun come shining through For you Oh, light up your face with gladness Come on, hide every trace of sadness Although a tear may be ever so near That's the time you must keep on trying Oh, you gotta smile What's the use of crying You'll find that life is still worthwhile If you'd just smile Come on Now show me a little smile" /Timi Yuro/ My heart my heart my heart
My heart my heart my heart My heart is of frailty, my pale skin is hued damask. But run thou sayest; I run I run I run I run I run I run I run I run I run I run I run I run I run I run I run After all these years thou left'st me down in the emotional depths - The sombre soaked velvet-drape is hung upon me, Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world: All the beautiful moments shared, deliberately push'd aside - A distance there is... A distance there is... /Theatre of Tragedy/ Today I was walking in the rain. Walking home. And I saw those sad messengers -- autumn leaves. They looked so sad in their beauty. And I wanted to shout out "NO! No, no, no, no... No, please, don't go! Don't leave me with these leaves that look like beautiful memories from my past." And I know that these leaves will become colourless in time. And then they will fade till the point of disappearance. I'm not ready for the autumn. I'm not ready to be surrounded by cold and darkness. All that beauty is like a splendid carneval before the long decay and white emptiness. And I am the one who cannot have fun in these masquerades and festivities. Because my tomorrows are stolen. It's like a dream. So imaginary. Like an autumn made by someone's will. An artificial autumn to confuse me even more than I already am. Baby, I'm still your...
Maybe I will never be free from the Reaper because I don't want to. His hand is warm. And the places where He led me to are full of light and joy, and laughter. I am alone now in His company. He is just a mediator. |
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