Iš tikrųjų čia ne daina, bet John Hall eilėraštis On an Houre-glasse, bet kadangi Current 93 panaudojo jį savo dainose Hourglass for Diana ir Hourglass for Rosy Ablisk, tai rašau čia:

Poore man, what art! A Tennis ball of Errour,

A Ship of Glasse toss'd in a Sea of terrour,

Issuing in blood and sorrow from the wombe,

Crauling in teares and mourning to the tombe,

How slippery are thy pathes, how sure thy fall,

How art thou Nothing when th' art most of all!

Justified obliteration, no one cares anymore

The Messiah or mass murderer

No controlling who comes through the door

A culture made of cover ups

Where leprosy touch their flesh

Fall back with meetings and rendezvous

The vultures have come home to nest

The clock runs out, the weakest link

A deadly strike, the threat is real!

So - so - so much have been said, so little (been done) been done

They still killin' - killin' the people

And they - and they havin' (havin' their fun) - havin'-a - havin'-a lots of fun -

Killin' the people, oo-yoo! - (havin' fun) havin' their fun!

They just want to be the leader

In the 'ouse of the risin' sun.

The little ones sit by their TV screens

No thoughts to think

No tears to cry

All sucked dry

Down to the very last breath

This species has amused itself to death

No tears to cry

No feelings left

Užsimerksiu prieš rytą saulėtą

Akys pilnos melsvų ežerų

Išeinu ilgam pailsėti

Ant išblukusių vėjo pečių...

...vakar kapsčiausi kasečių stalčiuj - radau su bičiuliais 1997-tais metais įrašytą akustinio punk juostą - kvatojau iki ašarų, egzistencinis 2-eilis:

Katės ėda mėsą,

Laikas bėga, bėga

Улыбнись

И увидишь - тогда все изменится

Улыбнись

Дождь пройдет и земля в свет оденется

Улыбнись

И печаль стороною пройдет

Улыбнись

И тогда душа заживет

You're just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisle

When your children's stony glances mourn your death in a terrorist's smile

The bomber's arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves

Alley sings with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell

Forgotten Sons

Marillion — Forgotten Sons

Rojaus Tūzai "Aš tave surasiu" priedainis

"Aš tavęs ieškosiu, aš tave surasiu

Nesvarbu naktis bus ar diena

Gatvėse ar jūroj, miškuose ar pievoj

Aš tikrai žinau, kad surasiu tave"

"I don't depend on you, I've got my own friends too 

I'll never be your wife, don't try to use me

I've played this scene before, you had one foot in the door

But there's always plenty more, don't try to use me.."

įsismelkia ir viskas kartojasi...

"If you tell me a lie I'll cry for you

Tell me of sin and I'll laugh

If you tell me of all the pain you've had

I'll never smile again"

- Tim Buckley - Phantasmagoria In Two (1967)

surimuotas skaitmenukas 8 (eight)

Hallucinate Dessegregate Mediate Alleviate Try not to hate Love your mate Don't suffocate on your own hate Designate your love as fate A one world state As human freight The number eight A white black state A gentle trait The broken crate A heavy weight Or just too late Like pretty Kate has sex ornate Now devastate Appreciate Depreciate Fabricate Emulate The truth dilate Special date The animal we ate Guilt debate The edge serrate A better rate The youth irate Deliberate Fascinate Deviate Reinstate Liberate To moderate Recreate Or detonate Annihiliate Atomic fate Mediate Clear the state Activate Now radiate A perfect state Food on plate Gravitate The Earth's own weight Designate your love as fate At ninety-eight we all rotate Hallucinate Dessegregate Mediate Alleviate Try not to hate Love your mate Don't suffocate on your own hate Designate your love as fate A one world state As human freight The number eight A white black state A gentle trait The broken crate A heavy weight Or just too late Like pretty Kate has sex ornate Now devastate Appreciate Depreciate Fabricate Emulate The truth dilate Special date The animals we ate Guilt debate The edge serrate A better rate The youth irate Deliberate Fascinate Deviate Reinstate Liberate

When your hand was down on my dick

It felt quite amazing

And now that, that is all over

All we've got is the silence

In the deathcar, we're alive Iggy Pop feat. Goran Bregovic "In The Death Car" (Arizona Dream soundtrack)

"I want to reconcile the violence in your heart

I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask

I want to exorcise the demons from your past

I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart" 

- Muse "Undisclosed Desires"

"And then one day you find

Ten years have got behind you. 

No one told you when to run,

You missed the starting gun."  

- Pink Floyd, "Time"

одни говорят, нужно стремиться к гармонии. 

Другие говорят, нужно стремиться к идилии. 

В то время, как я стремлюсь за белым кроликом, 

Но ещё не понял 

Матрица это или восьмая миля?

вБЕНЗИНЕестьОБЛАКА

Dviejų labai skirtingų muzikantų pamąstymai apie žmogaus egzistenciją:

1.If all is soil of creation and all our every particle,

all intermingled is but a happy dust storm,

waiting to disappear up a willing god's nose

- then where should the faithful stand?

I suppose it's irrelevant to a grain of sand.

2. In the slaughterhouse all corpses smell the same,

whether queens or pawns or innocents at the game;

in the cemetery a uniform cloaks the graves

except for outward pomp and circumstance.

You were in that dream that I was dreaming

I was dreaming in a dream

Your nylon dress and I was floating back downstream

I wanted love to come and swallow everything...

Na ne 4-eilis, bet geras iš grupės Alestorm kūrinio "Scraping the barrel": "So if you don't like it, go start your own band". 

Pick up the phone, I'm always home

Call me any time

Just ring 36 24 36 hey

I lead a life of crime...