sobota, 31 lipca 2010

Załoga G

Bywa że nie jestem szczery,
Czasem zwyczajnie kłamię,
Jestem próżny, pazerny
Dbam tylko o swoje cztery litery
Bywam małostkowy,
Cyniczny i bezduszny.
Osądzam bez litości,
Bez serca i miłości.

Chciałbym być zawsze niewinny i prawdziwy,
Chciałbym być zawsze pełen wiary i nadziei,
Tak jak Bolek i Lolek
Tytus, Romek i A'tomek
Dzieci z Bullerbyn
Tomek na tropach Yeti
Tak jak król Maciuś pierwszy
Asterix i Obelix
Jak załoga G
McGywer i Pipi

Miewam nieczyste intencje
Łamię własne zasady
Jestem niekonsekwentny
Drażliwy i nieznośny
Nie potrafię słuchać
A sam bez przerwy gadam
Jak bym istniał tylko ja
A światem rządził szatan

Chciałbym być zawsze niewinny i prawdziwy
Chciałbym być zawsze pełen wiary i nadziei
Tak jak Bolek i Lolek
Tytus Romek i A'tomek
Dzieci z Bullerbyn
Tomek na tropach yeti
Tak jak król Maciuś pierwszy
Asterix i Obelix
Jak załoga G
McGywer i Pipi
(Hurt)

piątek, 30 lipca 2010

Gdzie jest szlagier

Masy pragną nucić szlagier,
znów szlagieru trzeba im,
łaknie pieśni tramwaj, magiel,
dyskutują ile sił.
Już na pomoc bieży prasa,
potem parę grubszych ryb:
czy ma sukces być, czy kasa?
czy pointa, czy też rytm?
Intelektualnie cienka ta piosenka
czy ma być?

Czy niewinna jak panienka,
czy ją wojsko może wyć?
Gdzie jest szlagier,
gdzie jest szlagier,
dajcie szlagier, dajcie żyć!

A piosenka, jak to ona,
na patyku sobie gra,
na podwórkach przytulona
nuci swoje trą la la.
Pireusu dzieci rosną,
Java znowu męża ma,
ktoś jesieni dostał wiosną,
ktoś kasztany rude dwa.
La la la, la la la, la la la,
la la la.

Gdzie jest szlagier, do cholery! -
grzmi robotnik, szemrze kmieć.
Gdzie są canta i refreny?
My piosenkę chcemy mieć!
Perspektywę dajcie szerszą,
po co śpiewać byle co,
niech piosenki ministerstwo
decyduje, jak i kto:
kto napisać ma ten szlagier,
kto ma potem szlagier grać,
czy na sztuki, czy na wagę
te piosenki będą brać.
Gdzie jest szlagier,
gdzie jest szlagier,
zaraz macie szlagier dać!...

A piosenka, przycupnięta,
na skrzypeczkach swoich gra,
chociaż depczą jej po piętach,
mruczy swoje tra la la.
A piosenka, chociaż drze się
różnych mówców cały tłum,
gdzieś pod miedzą, w STS-ie
nuci sobie tra la bum...
Tra la la, tra la bum,
tra la la, tra la bum...

czwartek, 29 lipca 2010

Colourless Colour

You say it's coming

But I can't see it at all

You know me well

But I don't you at all

No I don't know you at all


It's always just on the horizon

So my hopes rise and fall

You know me well

But I don't know you at all

No I don't know you at all


Early nineties,

It was a day for

We wanted to play

But we had nothing left to play for

Colourless Colour

Once in fashion

And soon to be seen


Early nineties

It was a day for

We wanted to play

But we had nothing left to play for

Colourless Colour

Once in fashion

And soon to be seen


Been dreaming of blue skies

New horizons and sights for my eyes

The discovery of the unknown

Is something to tell the folks back home

I want to get away

To feel the sun on my skin

To feel it really sinking in


Early nineties

It was a day for

We wanted to play

But we had nothing left to play for

Colourless Colour

Once in fashion

And soon to be seen


Early nineties

It was a day for

We wanted to play

But we had nothing left to play for

Colourless Colour

Once in fashion

And soon to be seen


Early nineties

It was a day for

We wanted to play

But we had nothing left to play for

Colourless Colour

Once in fashion

And soon to be seen


Early nineties

It was a day for

We wanted to play

But we had nothing left to play for

Colourless Colour

Once in fashion

AND soon to be rediscovered
(La Roux)

środa, 28 lipca 2010

Bouncing Off Clouds

Bouncing off of Clouds we were
Is there a love Lost and Found

Make it easy
Make this easy
It's not as heavy as it seems
Wrapped in metal
Wrapped in ivy
Paint it in mint ice cream

We could be Bouncing off the top of this Cloud
I'll put on my silver
We could be Bouncing off the top of this Cloud

Failure to respond but
I did. but did you listen

Bouncing off the top of this Cloud
I'll put on my silver
About what you said, has it come to this?
I'll put on my silver
Bouncing off the top of this Cloud

Well you can stare all day at the sky
But that won't bring her back
That won't bring her back
You say you're waiting on fate
But I think fate is now
I think fate is now
Waiting on us

Make it easy
Easy easy
We could make this easy
Easy love easy
We could make this easy
Make this easy
It's not as heavy as it seems
Wrapped in metal
Wrapped in ivy
Blue umbrellas now smiling

We could be Bouncing off the top of this Cloud
I'll put on my silver
About what you said, has it come to this?
I'll put on my silver

Bouncing off the top of this Cloud
I'll put on my silver
About what you said, has it come to this?
I'll put on my silver
Bouncing off the top of this Cloud

Bouncing off of Clouds we were

wtorek, 27 lipca 2010

Foot of the Mountain

Keep your clever lines
Hold your easy rhymes
Silence everything
Silence always wins
It’s a perfect alibi
There’s no need to analyze
It will be all right
Through the longest night
Just silence everything

But we could live by the foot of the mountain
We could clear us a yard in the back
Build a home by the foot of the mountain
We could stay there and never come back

Learn from my mistake
Leave what others take
Speak when spoken to
And do what others do
Silence always wins
So silence everything
It will be all right
In the morning light
Just silence everything

But we could live by the foot of the mountain
We could clear us a yard in the back
Build a home by the foot of the mountain
We could stay there and never come back
We could stay there and never come back

We could live together

But we could live by the foot of the mountain
We could make us a white picket fence
Build a home by the foot of the mountain
we could stay there and see how it ends
We could stay there and see how it ends
(A-ha)

poniedziałek, 26 lipca 2010

In Love With You

And she says she needs more than a friend
That's all I ever been yo
Well one day you gon' overstand yo badu
And I remember the first time that we met yo
How could I forget
When you smiled
And I turned and said to you
Yo, your pure and true

I'm in love with you, in love with you
I'm in love with you, in love with you
I'm in love with you, in love with you
I'm in love with you, in love with you, yeah

I'm so in love baby
I don't care what your mama say
Standing in love lady
And I don't care what your sister say
Yo badu I need ya

He said he's really diggin me
I don't know what to say
I can't imagine why I feel so weak, say, say
That's when he took my heart in his hands
And kissed it gently
He open up his lips then said this poetry
I'm in love with you, love with you
Love with you, love with you
Love with you, love with you
Love with you, love with you

I'm so in love baby
I don't care what your brothers say, no
I'm so in love baby
I don't care what the people say

Well I try and I try and I try
And I try and I try and I try and I try and I try

And you said you need more than a friend
That's all I've ever been yo
Well one day you gon' overstand yo badu

And when I look In your eyes
I know that you were meant to be
My solider so baby come on
I mean it desperately

I'm in love with you, love with you
I'm in love with you, in love with you
No see I'm in love with you, love with you
No, no, no I'm in love with you, in love with you

I'm so in love baby
I don't care what the people say
Standing in love lady
And I don't care what your sister say
I'm so in love baby
I don't care what the writers say

I try, I try, I try, I try
You in love with me
You in love with me
No you in love with me
No, no, no you in love with me
No see you in love with me
No, no, no you in love with me
No you think you in love with
No, no, no you in love with me
I know you're in love with me
No, no, no you in love with me
Alright I'm in love with you
Yes I'm in love you
I'm in love with you
And I'm in love with you
I'm in love with you
I'm in love with you
I'm in love with you
I'm in love with you

Yes I'm in love with you
Yes I'm in love with you
(Erykah Badu)

niedziela, 25 lipca 2010

Marian wierny kibic


Marian to był wierny kibic
Swej drużyny nie opuścił
Kibicował, podśpiewywał
Przeciwników pięścią młócił

Hej kibice, hej kibice
Posłuchajcie tego tonu
Krwawe to są opowieści
I historia ze stadionu

UUUUOOOEEEE
Posłuchajcie tego tonu
UUUUOOOOEEEEE
To historia ze stadionu

Kiedy naszym bramkę wbili
Marian szalik wziął na szyję
I przydusił nim sędziego
1-0, drugi nie żyje

Wrzaski, piski, wielki ryk
Mecz przerwano, już po szkodzie
Prawo korzyści, grajcie dalej
Marian siedzi w radiowozie

UUUUOOOEEEE
Posłuchajcie tego tonu
UUUUOOOOEEEEE
To historia ze stadionu

Gdy do domu wracaliśmy
Noże, pałki cepy, kosy
To Mariana pomściliśmy
Z kopa w jaja lewym prostym

Suki jadą na sygnale
Blady świt za oknem tryska
Wiara kibicuje dalej
Ludzie leją się po pyskach

UUUUOOOEEEE
Posłuchajcie tego tonu
UUUUOOOOEEEEE
To historia ze stadionu

sobota, 24 lipca 2010

The Garden




You know you're all alone
Your friends they aren't at home
Everybody's gone to the garden
As you look into the trees
You can look but you don't see
The flowers seem to tease you at the garden
Everybody's there, but you don't seem to care
What's it with you man, and this garden


Turned into my worst phobia,
A crazy man's utopia
If you're lost no one can show ya,
But it sure was glad to know ya
Only poor boys take a chance,
On the garden's song and dance,
Feel her flowers as they wrap around,
But only smart boys do without


You can find it all inside
No need to wrestle with your pride
No you ain't losin' your mind
You're just in the garden
They can lead you to yourself
Or you can throw it on the shelf
But you know you can look inside
For the garden


I wasn't really scared
Lost my virginity there,
To a gypsy with blond hair
But now no one seems to care
Like a mouse inside a maze
Wandering round 4 daze
With a smile upon my face,
I never wanna leave this place
Only poor boys take a chance,
On the garden's song and dance,
Feel her flowers as they wrap around,
But only smart boys do without
Turned into my worst phobia,
A crazy man's utopia
If you're lost no one can show ya,
But it sure was glad to know ya
Bye bye
So long, bye bye
It's glad to know ya
Bye bye
Bye bye
Aw...so long
(Guns N' Roses)

piątek, 23 lipca 2010

One need not be a chamber to be haunted


















One need not be a chamber to be haunted,

One need not be a house;

The brain has corridors surpassing

Material place.



Far safer, of a midnight meeting

External ghost,

Than an interior confronting

That whiter host.



Far safer through an Abbey gallop,

The stones achase,

Than, moonless, one's own self encounter

In lonesome place.



Ourself, behind ourself concealed,

Should startle most;

Assassin, hid in our apartment,

Be horror's least.



The prudent carries a revolver,


He bolts the door,

O'erlooking a superior spectre

More near.

[Emily Dickinson]

czwartek, 22 lipca 2010

Lata młode

Lata moje lata moje młode
Ach przepadły jak kamienie w wodę
Tak mi tęskno tak mi żal
Gdy obracam oczy w dal
W życia mego ranek i pogodę

Jakie mi was odebrały czary
Świat zielony był a dziś jest szary
Uśmiechami witał mnie
Aż nie mogę pojąć że
Taki był szczęśliwy nie do wiary

Tak niedawno było to tak blisko
Matki twarz schylona nad kołyską
W mroku śpiewa mi do snu
Widzę ją nad sobą tu
Co się stało gdzie to poszło wszystko

Połóż mi na czole swoje ręce
Wróć mi moją młodość w tej piosence
Ach jak szybko minął czas
Ja już nie odszukam was
Lata młode lata me dziecięce

środa, 21 lipca 2010

I Cover the Waterfront


I cover the waterfront
Watchin' the ship go by
I could see everybody's baby
But I couldn't see mine
I could see the ships pullin' in
To the harbor
I could see the people
Meeting their loved one
Shakin' hand
I sat there
So all alone
Coverin' the waterfront

And after a while
All the people
Left the harbor
And headed for their destination
All the ships
Left the harbor
And headed for their next destination
I sat there
Coverin' the waterfront

And after a while
I looked down the ocean
As far as I could see - in the fog
I saw a ship
It headed this way
Comin' out the foam
It must be my baby
Comin' down
And after a while
The ship pulled into the harbor
Rollin' slow
So triple
And my baby
Stepped off board
I was still
Coverin' the waterfront

Said "Johnny,
Our ship had trouble - with the fog
And that's why we're so late
So late
Comin' home
Comin' down"

wtorek, 20 lipca 2010

Hej góry, hej góry

Ześlij Panie jeśli możesz
Podziękowań słowa
Daj nam dobry Boże
Umieć się radować...

Jak słuchasz tej naszej pieśni
Wszechmogący Panie
To łaskawie ześlij
W serca miłowanie

Już zapomnij jeśli możesz
O tych paru razach...
Kiedy nie szło, Boże
Żyć jak Bóg przykazał

Hej góry, hej góry
Czemu w sercu smutek
Skoro w niebie zagrają
Na góralska nutę...
Hej góry, hej góry
Czemu w sercu trwoga
Skoro z wierchów ciut bliżej
Jest do Pana Boga
(Brathanki)