You've got the blood on your hands, I think it's my own.
We can go down onto the streets and follow the shores.
Of all the people, we could be two.
Then I bite my nails to the quick, run back home.
You've got the blood on your hands, I know it's my own.
You came at me in the middle of the night to show me my soul.
Of all the people, I hoped it'd be you.
To come and free me, take me away.
To show me my home.
Where I was born.
Where I belong.
You've got the blood on your hands, I want you to know.
I hoped that you'd come and take me away, back to my home.
Of all the people, it had to be you.
Then I bite my nails to the quick, run back home.
You showed me.
Where to go.
To my home.
To my home.
So take me.
Through the roads.
That you know.
To my home.
You've got the blood on your hands, I know it's my own.
You came at me in the middle of the night to show me my soul.
You showed me.
Where to go.
To my home.
To my home.
So take me.
Through the roads.
That you know.
To my home.
(Come and help me accept it, affect it, protect it.
Come and help me accept it, it's always my home).
(Come and help me accept it, effect it, protect it.
Come and help me accept it, it's always my home).
You showed me.
Where to go.
To my home.
To my home.
So take me.
Through the roads.
That you know.
Where you know.
You showed me.
Where to go.
To my home.
To my home.
So take me.
Through the roads.
That you know.
To my home.
(Come and help me accept it, affect it, protect it.
Come and help me accept it, it's always my home).
(Come and help me accept it, effect it, protect it.
Come and help me accept it, it's always my home).
You've got the blood on your hands, I know it's my own.
We can go down onto the streets and follow the shores.
Of all the people, I hoped it'd be you.
You showed me my way back home.
To where I was born.
Where I belong.
Where I belong
Kontrastas, bet gal ne toks baisus kaip gali pasirodyti. Aš irgi po savo stogu randu kai kurioms LT pop žvaigždėms vietos. Pvz, turbūt visi čia žino, kad aš esu visai nemenkas Aistės Pilvelytės mėgėjas.
Mano smegenys neregistruoja kai pamatau tokį vaizdą kaip "DjVaids mėgsta Pink Floyd dainą Time", o po apačia "DjVaids mėgsta YVA dainą Vasaros mergaitės" Bet imu pratintis jau.
Parašiau. Prašau, pakvieskit kas nors Pazistu_Mykola pasigrožėt tuo dienoraščiu... bus kaip laiko mašina 10 metų atgal, kai aš bombinau music'ą exceliniais grafikais ir Pazistu_Mykola tik ateidavo pasijuokt iš mano polinkio viskas "užstatistikinti"
Apskritai, senesniais laikais beveik visi kūrėjai pradėdavo su intencija tiesiog dalintis, be jokių monetizacijų. Tik vėliau už tai gavo atlygį. Dabar, deja, viskas korporatyvizuota (jei yra toks žodis), ir sunku pradėti be gero plano nuo pradžių.
Na, skaitoma medija visai kitą auditoriją turi, bet ir palyginti gerokai mažesnė. Tokia jau tinklaraštininkų dalia. Na bet galiausiai, svarbiausia, kad veikla patiktų ir duotų kažko gero bent keliems žmonėms. Ko daugiau ir reikia.
Nebent tai darai kaip saviraiškos būdą neturėdamas noro gauti jokios grąžos. Bet man blog'o formatas mielesnis, aš kai noriu rašau tekstus savo tinkluose ir viskas. Skaitoma medija man visuomet bus pirmiau žiūrimos medijos.