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Sunday, December 16, 2012

My debut EP

(I've Got) A Long Way to Go EP

Check it out here: Bandcamp Page

It features four songs: Everything She Knew, I'll Be, Happy (a brand new one), and Chained to the Ground (an alternate version of the instrumental I wrote in memory of Elliott Smith).

And also, cover art by Zina Nedelcheva:


And Everything She Knew artwork by my friend Hanna Fazekas




Friday, September 14, 2012

Ilko Birov - Everything She Knew

This is the version without the soaring backing vocals (I jest). A demo of sorts.

Click here, for this is the link to the song on my Soundcloud

I'm leaving home now
Don't know when I'll try to get back
I'm gonna roam now
Might find myself in a year or two

I gotta tell you, that I'm awfully fond of the way
You treat me night and day
I want to show you, that I'm better off on my own
Truly better off on my own

I met some friends here
Really hope they don't pull one on me
'Talk a lot about nature
And how most people should try and be free

I feel like crying, but I'm awfully fond of the way
That you treat me night and day
Just wanted to show you, that I'm better off on my own
Truly better off on my own

na-na naa

I got into some trouble, with the law
I wrote to you, but you still didn't call
So later, when they say I'm ready
I won't feel so adventurous at all

I promise, I promise, I promise

-------------------------------------------------------


(I like the "na-na naa" part best)

Enjoy!

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

The Legend of Thr33

"You wanna know about Thr33?!" This is probably the best one in the series.

Cat Power - Lived In Bars (Awesome Live)




My left speaker has been broken for a while now, so I took out the big old headphones yesterday, and listening to this feels great.
The studio version has a really neat guitar lead panned to the left in the second half of the song.

On a less-important note, today was probably the hottest day of summer so far.

Sunday, July 22, 2012

A Living Will

One of my favorite Elliott Smith songs. So soothing. Especially after you've dreamed you were in hell. And it looked a bit like Scotland. No joke.

Friday, July 6, 2012

A tribute to Elliott Smith

Here it is: Chained to the Ground

I've often felt very inspired by his music and ambiance
and evermore so after listening to this: fantastic Elliott Smith rarities collection




Saturday, June 30, 2012

Ilko Birov - Garbage Men

The song.

Garbage Dad
Garbage Son
Almost sundown,
work is done
Along the dumpsters,
one by one
Long forgotten dreams,
Boredom come. 


Like a lonely street.
Long forgotten dreams

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Molly Millions in the bus today





28.04.2012

And the slightly edited face




Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Bob Marley's Redemption Song

my humble cover

Old pirates, yes, they rob I;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the hand of the Almighty.
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly.

Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs,
Redemption songs.

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? Ooh!
Some say it's just a part of it:
We've got to fulfill the Book.

Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs,
Redemption songs,
Redemption songs.

Redemption Song - Bob Marley

Monday, April 23, 2012

Miyamoto Musashi's 21 maxims

“1. Accept everything just the way it is.
2. Do not seek pleasure for its own sake.
3. Do not, under any circumstances, depend on a partial feeling.
4. Think lightly of yourself and deeply of the world.
5. Be detached from desire your whole life long.
6. Do not regret what you have done.
7. Never be jealous.
8. Never let yourself be saddened by a separation.
9. Resentment and complaint are appropriate neither for oneself nor others.
10. Do not let yourself be guided by the feeling of lust or love.
11. In all things have no preferences.
12. Be indifferent to where you live.
13. Do not pursue the taste of good food.
14. Do not hold on to possessions you no longer need.
15. Do not act following customary beliefs.
16. Do not collect weapons or practice with weapons beyond what is useful.
17. Do not fear death.
18. Do not seek to possess either goods or fiefs for your old age.
19. Respect Buddha and the gods without counting on their help.
20. You may abandon your own body but you must preserve your honour.
21. Never stray from the Way.”

Miyamoto Musashi

Monday, April 16, 2012

Thursday, April 12, 2012

It's All Right

Moving down the street
I miss the steps, 'tween you and me
You're in a hurry
It's taking you somewhere
If only I could go somewhere
too

I don't see many people
Just some faces, and I know
It'll be the same
Regardless of where Jane is
But she'll never know
that simple truth

And had I succeeded that last time
Had it all gone black, or blue, or gray
Hair bursting out like a grenade
In all fairness, it would still have been the same
Only in a place
unlike this one, I guess?

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Phone Call

Go out of your mind
into the beat of my drum; grind.
Serenade me with your bird song
Rhythmic electric echoes and bass riffs; strong.

You shed my skin and it burns with a fiery passion
My locks and your chatter
You are my space of fascination, body of entertainment
The breathy, pleasurable..silent dance.

Your secrets; sublime
and it's really a crying shame; a crime
I'm taken by your seductive word of slander
your voice thick and heavy
why it broke, I wonder.


In the presence of lust, swallowing his breath; I was merely a pair in the crowd.

Red.

Anonymous 



(And, for all we know, Anonymous was a woman.)

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Pretty Boy Floyd




If you'll gather 'round me, children,
A story I will tell
'Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw,
Oklahoma knew him well.

It was in the town of Shawnee,
A Saturday afternoon,
His wife beside him in his wagon
As into town they rode.

There a deputy sheriff approached him
In a manner rather rude,
Vulgar words of anger,
An' his wife she overheard.

Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain,
And the deputy grabbed his gun;
In the fight that followed
He laid that deputy down.

Then he took to the trees and timber
To live a life of shame;
Every crime in Oklahoma
Was added to his name.

But a many a starving farmer
The same old story told
How the outlaw paid their mortgage
And saved their little homes.

Others tell you 'bout a stranger
That come to beg a meal,
Underneath his napkin
Left a thousand dollar bill.

It was in Oklahoma City,
It was on a Christmas Day,
There was a whole car load of groceries
Come with a note to say:

Well, you say that I'm an outlaw,
You say that I'm a thief.
Here's a Christmas dinner
For the families on relief.

Yes, as through this world I've wandered
I've seen lots of funny men;
Some will rob you with a six-gun,
And some with a fountain pen.

And as through your life you travel,
Yes, as through your life you roam,
You won't never see an outlaw
Drive a family from their home.


Saturday, March 3, 2012

Monday, February 27, 2012

Ilko Birov - All of Yesterday's Worries (on Tomorrow's Table)

To the song

Enjoy.







(photo of this beautiful Vancouver skyline taken by my friend Niki Shirazian) 

Friday, February 24, 2012

Why



Why

Why can't you try to be happy?
Why must you always be sad?
Why spend your only life waiting
to have what you know you can have?
Why spend your only life hoping?
What a torture to be always blue, darling


Why spend your only life waiting
to do what you know you can do?


What's the worst thing that could possibly happen
to you?


Mmm


Why spend your only life hopin',
What a torture to be always blue, darlin'


Why spend your only life waiting
To do what you know you can do?
Why spend your only life waiting
To do what you know you can do?


Ooh

- Josh Ritter


From the forthcoming EP "Bringing In The Darlings", available on February 21.

Marilyn Manson & The Spooky Kids - After School Special (Demo)

Apparently this was the fourth cassette the band were to sell publicly. Recorded and released in December of 1991.


The cover features a photograph of a young Jeffrey Dahmer.

1. Negative Three

I think this is a really good example of what MM & The Spooky Kids were all about, albeit being straightforward and having no special effects (like voice samples and all that). And it's strange because this reminds me of Warner's later work (circa Eat Me, Drink Me). I hope you enjoy listening this song as much as I do. His voice sounds really good here.






Give me your blood, your tears
Your high school pictures
Your words can't begin to
Satisfy my needs

Give me your hand I'll never
Give you flowers
Your touch can't begin to
Satisfy my...


I can't save you from me this time
You can't save you
Nothing comes between you and I


Don't know what you see
In my negativity
I know, you know 

It's one part you three parts me, yeah
Don't know what you see
In my negativity
I know, you know
Three parts me


Show me your scars
Show me your broken mirrors
Your dreams can't begin to
Satisfy my...
 

I can't save you from me this time
You can't hide from me
Can't hide what's inside
In your mind


Don't know what you see
In my negativity
I know, you know
It's one part you three parts me, yeah
 

Don't know what you see
In my negativity
I know, you know
Three parts me


Don't know what you see
In my negativity
I know, you know
It's one part you three parts me, yeah


Don't know what you see
In my negativity
I know, you know
It's one part you three parts me, yeah


Don't know what you see
In my negativity
Always has and always will be
Three parts me...

Three parts me...

2. Lunchbox

This is the first demo of Lunchbox, a later version (they changed the intro and the chorus entirely [making them much better, in this blogger's opinion]) of which would appear on Portrait of an American Family.

I could not get around embedding the song, so click on this link to hear it in a a song-sharing website

Why don't you eat these!
Shut up! I'm making my lunch!
Shut up! I'm making my lunch!

Bring you down
I'm making my lunch!
I'm making my lunch!

On we plow


The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest
Try to tell me tell me he's the best
But I don't really give a good god damn cause
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well now
Now, I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well now
Now, I got the on we plow!


On we plow
On we plow
 

Some day, I wanna grow up to be
A big time rock and roll star
So no one fucks with me, yeah


Shut up! I'm making my lunch! I'm making my lunch!


I got the pencils in my pocket try to put me down 
Want to go out gotta get down
To the playground gonna throw down at the playground
I wanna go out


Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker
 

Pow pow pow
Pow pow pow
Pow pow pow
Pow pow pow


Some day, I wanna grow up to be
A big time rock and roll star
So no one fucks with me, yeah

Some day, I wanna grow up to be
A big time rock and roll star
So no one fucks with me
Some day, I wanna grow up to be
A big time rock and roll star
So no one fucks with me, yeah



3. Choklit Factory

This references Dahmer's (the notorious Milwaukee serial killer) working at Ambrosia Chocolate Factory and his monstrous murders. And it's a psychedelic horror-film type of song; sends chills down my spine as I listen and read the lyrics.
The samples in the song are from the movie Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.



There was strange was a man there, I think he was the Tinker
He was standing right behind me looking up at the factory
Just before he left he said
"Nobody every goes in, and nobody every comes out"

Where's the choklit? Where's the choklit? Where's the choklit?
 
One boy entertained by
The torments of another soul
Touching was confusing
And he found he was all alone

He sought salvation
In the darkness of the choklit
Sweets soaked insecurities
And sugar teased his need to kill
 

Peel back, the faces
We hide within our choklit shell
Some know indulgence
Some know and some go much too far


Where's the-where's the choklit?
They came hypnotized by
The promise in his somber grin
He saw s-s-s-something
In the weakness of their skin
 

Peel back, the faces
We hide within our choklit shell
Some know indulgence
Some know and some go much too far
 

Little suprises around every corner but nothing too dangerous
Is it raining is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a blowing?
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of hell a glowing?
Is the grizzly reaper mowing?
Yes the danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
Not showing signs of slowing
Any sign that they are slowing
Faster faster faster faster
Faster faster faster faster
Faster faster faster faster
Faster faster faster faster


Jeff saved for later
His prizes of iniquity
Polaroids to covet
And bones to hide in 213
 

Peel back, the faces
We hide within our choklit shell
Some know indulgence
Some know and some go...


4. Cyclops

A later version of Cyclops also appeared on Marilyn Manson's debut full-length album, Portrait of an American Family.
I think this version is much stronger though, as the vocals sound really sinister, yet unstable, and it's all basically a dark, raw and eerie nightmare.
And Berkowitz's guitar really comes out into the foreground here. I've always liked his style.





We are all evil inside
We are all evil inside


Cyclops woman got one eye in her head
Mascera-clotted vision she is fed
Cyclops woman can't see nothing at all
She got a pin-prick spiral hole


We are all We are all evil inside


She can't see nothing, nothing at all
She can't see nothing, nothing at all


Cyclops woman dying in her shell
Guilt got her trapped in nailed in well
Cyclops woman is the eye of the world
Who's reflection's in the re-ti-na?


She paints her eyes blackest of all
She paints her eyes blackest of all
 

Dialate
Dialate


We are all evil inside
We are all evil inside
We are all evil inside
We are all evil inside






I noticed all their demo tapes had strange stuff written in the credits
The After School Special liner notes end thusly:

ADDITIONAL PRAISE GO TO THE FOLLOWING FOR
INSPIRATION AND OR GUIDANCE.
dr. suess
willy wonka
little richard (the night stalker)
william s. burroughs
samie youth
jeff dalmer
scooby doo
charles manson 



Top 5 R.E.M. for Feb 24

5. Radio Free Europe




4. The One I Love




3. Drive




2. Nightswimming




1. Imitation of Life

Ilko Birov - I Want You

the I Want You song

I want you
baby, I want you for good
I may not know what that entails
But I'll figure it out, and if that's all I ever do
I'll do it

I want you
darling, I want you and it hurts
If I don't live for the moment, why am I really here?
Anyway..
You know? Just to try and find the words
To say

 I've been alone, got pushed around, have no intention
 of letting your  heart down, like the droplets of water
 on your windshield

 Went to the bridge, that lion's gate. Saw everything
 flash behind these eyes , was so surprised.
 Then I realized

I need you
dearest friend, I need you and I can't let go
It's every time I turn, every crowded space
Just your face I see
My heart belongs to something
that isn't there
'Cause my heart belongs to something that just
isn't there.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Monday, February 13, 2012

Crash

Crash Boom Splat,
above your head
Crash Boom Tiss
to your right and
to your left

You turn your head whilst complaining
My rebuttal pierces your ear
It's a sad, sappy story
Should have from round 1 been made clear

My heart sinks and explodes into itself
I have seen a man drop dead today
The baby has woken up
Oh dear, oh dear

Saturday, February 11, 2012

high fidelity five

'Have you got any soul?' a woman asks the next afternoon. That depends, I feel like saying; some days yes, some days no. A few days ago I was right out; now I've got loads, too much, more than I can handle. I wish I could spread it a bit more evenly, I want to tell her, get a better balance, but I can't seem to get it sorted. I can see she wouldn't be interested in my internal stock control problems though, so I simply point to where I keep the soul I have, right by the exit, just next to the blues.



- read in Nick Hornby's High Fidelity

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go (2)



I never thought I would share a Miley Cyrus performance or song on my blog, but then again, who could have known she would sing this Dylan classic so well?

Check out this fantastic collection of Bob Dylan songs for Amnesty International: Amnesty USA


For a more laid-back, jazzy version of this song, check out Madeleine Peyroux's version.





I'm going out to Frisco to join a psychedelic band




Накъде си тръгнал с това цвете в ръка?

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Trying

Search for an angel
Go high and low
Try to find it
before morning comes
Call up Larissa
Tell her she's sweet
Ask her to come over

Think of a song you like
Change the words a bit
Try to change somebody's mind
Tell yourself you're somebody
and nobody at the same time
Don't get lost
Happens all the time

Shout out from the back porch
Shout out from the back porch
Don't make too much noise though

Breath smells bad
feels like acid
You turn her on
Keep your money and your jacket
Get back
Close your eyes and lay down
You're a lamplight on a snowy street

Where only half the lamplights are
alright

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Ilko Birov - Simply More (Tremolo)

Sigh, see you tonight
Sigh

Ah, look through my window
Sunny snowflakes wait

You will come around and knock me off the ground
Sigh
I am feeling lost, never to be found
Sigh

The Song

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Ilko Birov - Hot Winter Day Rag







Today I came up with a nice ditty on the ukulele that would be my tribute to all the beautiful music I've listened to by the legendary Jelly Roll Morton.
My song also reminded me of video game music, which I am also very fond of.
I imagined a Donkey Kong sort of thing, or a One Piece game.
It's heavily snowing today, hard to get from one place to another, but I'm definitely somewhere else.
And I hope you enjoy my song, even though the recording sounds very bad.

So without further ado, here is my Hot Winter Day Rag

Click here, please.

Allez-hop!

Sunday, January 22, 2012

No Good

"It’s no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently or if your favorite films wouldn’t even speak to each other if they met at a party."

—Nick Hornby High Fidelity

notebook entry 2: during Abe

among The Woman in the Dunes


"
              Got a one-way ticket to the blues, woo, woo. . .

If you want to sing it, sing it. These days people caught in the clutches of the one-way ticket never sing it like that. The soles of those who have only a one-way ticket are so thin that they scream when they step on a pebble. They have had their fill of walking. "The Round-Trip Ticket Blues" is what they want to sing. A one-way ticket is a disjointed life that misses the links between yesterday and today, today and tomorrow. Only the man who obstinately hangs on to a round-trip ticket can hum with real sorrow a song of a one-way ticket. For this very reason he grows desperate lest the return half of his ticket be lost or stolen; he buys stocks, signs up for life insurance, and talks out of different sides of his mouth to his union pals and his superiors. He hums "The One-Way Ticket Blues" with all his might and, choosing a channel at random, turns the television up to full volume in an attempt to drown out the peevish voices of those who have only a one-way ticket and who keep asking for help, voices that come up through the bathtub drain or the toilet hole. It would not be strange at all if "The Round-Trip Ticket Blues" were the song of mankind imprisoned.

"

Saturday, January 21, 2012

I (heart) Ukulele

And I've uploaded the first improvisation on my new tenor model here.
Must work on my technique, but I hope you enjoy this.

Apples and Oranges

Thursday, January 19, 2012

notebook entry 1: during Abe

Among The Woman in the Dunes



"
As she spoke the expanse of stars rapidly grew patchy and began to fade.
A tangled filmy cloud swirled around fitfully where the wall of sand met the sky.
  "You see, it's because the sand soaks up a lot of fog. When salty sand is full of fog, it gets hard like starch."
  "I can't believe it!"
  "Oh, yes, it's true. When the tide along the beach goes down, even big tanks can drive over the sand with no trouble."
  "Amazing!"
  "It's quite true. So that part that sticks out there gets bigger every night. On days when the wind comes from a bad direction, the sand comes down like today, on the umbrella. In the afternoon, when it's good and dry, it comes crashing down all at once. And it's the end if it falls in the wrong place... where the pillars are weak."
  Her topics of conversation were restricted. Yet once she entered her sphere she suddenly took on a new animation. This might also be the way to her heart. He was not particularly interested in what she had to say, but her words had a warmth in them that made him think of the body concealed beneath the coarse work trousers.
  Then, with all his strength, he repeatedly thrust the dented cutting edge of his shovel into the sand at his feet.

"

A couple on a cruise in 1929

The Day Wikipedia Started working again

Thursday, January 19, 2012
After the 24-hour blackout because of something that reminds me of
a "hello" greeting in Maa (the word is "supa"), one of my favourite places on
the Internet is up and running again. 

I can now indulge in my thirst for trivia again

Trivia(l) 1

Trivia(l) 2

Trivia(l) 3

Monday, January 16, 2012

Male Jawfish






mouthbrooding eggs until they mouthbrooding eggs until they hatch. (© Steven Kovacs)  






Jerry Seinfeld's three rules of life

1. Bust your ass

2. Pay attention

3. Fall in love


Днес слушах едно много интересно интервю на Сайнфелд в австралийско предаване. Тези неща е усвоил като мъдрост за живота следвайки примера на великия Джордж Бърнс.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Why should we really worry?

I begin my thoughts today thusly: Kilgore Trout, the renowned American sci-fi writer, wrote a book about a year at the beginning of which all the people on Earth simultaneously conjured the idea that they were going to be sent to a higher dimension at precisely 5 o'clock on June 2, 2049. AM
 
It was believed that those who possessed clean souls would wind up in the best locations of this new *, and form a faction around the beings or unbeings present. Humans, on the other hand, with tainted, degraded, deceitful and wayward souls, would find themselves in a * laden with war, jealousy, utter hatred, nuclear weaponry and unfaithful partners; some millions of light years away, no doubt.

Knowing that a little less than half a year on the planet was all that was left for them, people started becoming uneasy in each other's presence. 
Some of the first signs of this were the so-called speculation-jokes.
These speculation-jokes were foul and unmoral, and I have decided not to give an example of what one would normally look like.
Basically, they made fun of those of whom it was thought would be sent to the lesser-quality zone. 
And were most oftenly not funny.


Many cults were formed, families too. Businesses and lawyers' firms.
As a result of which the world began to look like an overpopulated ant farm.

---

What happened on the morning of June 2 (Western hemisphere) was "the biggest thing ever to occur on Earth", according to later reports made by nonhuman journalists. 
All the people waited for two hours, in which most everything was still as a bat.
And around 7:13 there was an earthquake, caused by the giant shuttle used by the extraterrestrials.
This rumbling of the ground was thought to be the beginning of everybody's travel to *
Those same nonhuman journalists later accepted the fact that the extraterrestrials had been unpunctual easily, as in space, nobody ever knew what time was.

There simply was no need.

Alas, after the extraterrestrials arrived, what ensued was a week of raping and pillaging.
One must certainly wonder what aliens would possibly want to pillage from the Earth, and the answer is "scarves and stalin-hats".

You put a scarf and a stalin-hat on the coat hanger, and cannot help but think you're stylish. No matter where you come from, apparently.

Not only were there no more of these items left, but there was also no more human life. None. Zilch.
Where the souls of those billions of people went, nobody could tell for sure.
The extraterrestrials soon left the planet, after giving all the husky-dogs superhuman intelligence.

 Some other Trout titles to definitely look into are, "The Day The Earth Heard Nothing But The Pink Floyd", "The Octopus's Journey to Saturn and the Death of Uranus" and "The Time Ballet was Used to Free The Slaves of Isador Gamma"


Author's note: * (pronounced [ghee-zik]) - the textual representation of "higher dimension"


And I end my thoughts hereof: Allez-hop!



Friday, January 13, 2012

A different kind of Valentine (3 songs)







Gish







Oh, Lillian, you're so purty 
sweet as a girl may ever be
you remind me of dewdrop
and perfection, and all that
one today doesn't often see

One of the finest songs live and as a tribute to Martin Scorsese




Seen the arrow on the doorpost
Saying, “This land is condemned
All the way from New Orleans
To Jerusalem”
I traveled through East Texas
Where many martyrs fell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

Well, I heard that hoot owl singing
As they were taking down the tents
The stars above the barren trees
Were his only audience
Them charcoal gypsy maidens
Can strut their feathers well
But nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

See them big plantations burning
Hear the cracking of the whips
Smell that sweet magnolia blooming
See the ghosts of slavery ships
I can hear them tribes a-moaning
Hear that undertaker’s bell
Nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

There’s a woman by the river
With some fine young handsome man
He’s dressed up like a squire
Bootlegged whiskey in his hand
There’s a chain gang on the highway
I can hear them rebels yell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

Well, God is in His heaven
And we all want what’s his
But power and greed and corruptible seed
Seem to be all that there is
I’m gazing out the window
Of the St. James Hotel
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell








Thursday, January 12, 2012

Fire Fancies





                                         by Arthur Hacker (1858 - 1919)

To a flower, or Where

Where were my glasses when I was young?
Where was my attention span at school?
Where were my friends when I broke my leg on the secret bike trail?
Where was I when I was supposed to be kissing for the first time?
Where was I when you were supposed to be kissing for the first time?
Where was I the day the music died?
Where was I when my grandfather needed me?
Where was my grandfather when I needed him?
Where was I when my grandfather died?

where were you when I went to the movies for the first time?
where were you when I read my first book?
where were you when I wrote my first book?
where were you on April 3, 2002?
where were you when I stopped watching the news?
where was I when you were upset?
where were you when I was lonesome?
where was time when I was having fun?
where was my smile when it was handsome?

where did all my sketches go?
where did my enthusiasm wind up?
where did my computer come from?
where did "Poor Folk" come from?
where did classical music come from?
where did my great-grandfather come from?
where did my fear of being left alone as a kid come from?
where did my stutter come from?
where did my memories come from?

where did my map come from?
where was I at prom?
where was I after?
where was I near the road?
where lie the remains of my boat? 
where was I when my friend fell off a tree? 
where was I when decisions were to be made?
where were you when I found out I had no talent?
where I am now, there is a red couch.


where are you, dear flower?
where
where
where

Anywhere really. I suppose.


  Gerard K. Slovak

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Ma Nah Ma Nah! or I'm a Scat-fool







And Sondre Lerche definitely does this tune justice.
Check out his version here: Mr. Bassman 2011

Monday, January 9, 2012

Some more Jan 9 2012 music

1. Somebody That I used to Know - Gotye





2. Knots - Lisa Hannigan





3. The Rhythm you Started - Sophie Madeleine





4. The Stars (live) - Sophie Madeleine







Musical top 5 of the day

5. Walkin' Blues - Eric Clapton





4. Broken Chair - Chris and Thomas





3. Little Lion Man - Mumford and Sons





2. Don't Think Twice it's Alright - Peter, Paul and Mary





1. Heartbeats - The Knife





Sunday, January 8, 2012

Choppy

Take all your weepies, put 'em in a bag
You won't need them
You won't need them anymore.

And all those sad memories of days gone bad
You don't need them
You don't need them anymore

If I can remember one thing from the past
I'd hold it dearly, but it still wouldn't last

If I could be something, anything
I'd be a train, and I'd be loud

Write a letter to a friend, make her smile
I think she'd like it
I think she'd like it from now on

Use green peas in your cooking for a while
I think she'd like it
I think she'd like it from now on

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Ilko Birov - I'll Be

Song


I'm staring into the looking-glass
All I can see is your smile.
I'll be waiting for my darling.
I'll be waiting for a while.


Your sundial sits on my mantelpiece
I turn to it seven times a day
And I'll be waiting for my darling
And then I'll be on my way

My white horse gallops in your garden house
Tells me I've gone insane.
But I love you and I know not
Of much more inside my brain

When it's cold outside we
Call each other.
Things seem clearer, don't they?

I'm looking through the looking-glass
And all I can see is your soul
I'll be waiting for my darling
I'll be true I hope you know