Muzica mea

Snow Patrol and Cheryl Cole-The Fire To The Third Bar


I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from ‘A’ to where you’d be
It’s only finger-lengths  that I see
I touch the place where I’d find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I’ve found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science

Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me

I’m miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

After I have travelled so far
We’d set the fire to the third bar
We’d share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can’t keep in

I’m miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

I’m miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
and I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

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Black Eyed Peas – Gotta feeling


BEP revin direct pe locul doi in U.S. Billboard Hot 100 cu al doilea single de pe The E.N.D, al cincilea album de studio al trupei, primul produs de insusi David Guetta (care si apare in clip)… cred ca ati simtit influenta chiar si fara a lua asta la cunostiinta… piesa ruleazaaaa!!!!!! Iata si video-ul oficial!:D

I gotta feeling that tonight’s gonna be a good night
that tonight’s gonna be a good night
that tonight’s gonna be a good good night (x4)

Tonight’s the night night
Let’s live it up
I got my money
Let’s spend it up

Go out and smash it
like Oh My God
Jump off that sofa
Let’s get it get it up

I know that we’ll have a ball
if we get down
and go out
and just loose it all

I feel stressed out
I wanna let it go
Lets go way out spaced out
and loosing all control

Fill up my cup
Mazel tov
Look at her dancing
just take it off
Lets paint the town
We’ll shut it down
Let’s burn the roof
and then we’ll do it again

Lets Do it (x3)
and live it up

i gotta feeling that tonight’s gonna be a good night
that tonight’s gonna be a good night
that tonight’s gonna be a good good night (x2)
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Tonight’s the night
let’s live it up
I got my money
Lets spend it up

Go out and smash it
Like Oh My God
Jump off that sofa
Lets get get crunk

Fill up my cup (Drink)
Mazel tov (l’chaim)
Look at her dancing (Move it Move it)
Just take it off

Lets paint the town
We’ll shut it down
Lets burn the roof
and then we’ll do it again

lets do it (x3)
let’s live it up

Here we come
here we go
we gotta rock

Easy come
easy go
now we on top

Feel the shot
body rock
Rock it don’t stop

Round and round
up and down
around the clock

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday
Friday, Saturday, Saturday and Sunday

we keep keep keep keep on going
we know what we say
party everyday
p-p-p-party everyday

got a feeling
that tonights gonna be a good night
that tonights gonna be a good night
that tonights gonna be a good good nighte

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Alesha Dixon – Let’s Get Excited


All right… yeah
All right… yeah

I got a feeling baby it’s about the time of day
So let the dramas of the week just float away
I’m at the end of the phone if you wanna play
Who’s got the Je ne sais quoi
We do hey hey hey

So do the Madonna hey
Do it the Madonna way
Get into the groove
Keep it pumpin ay
I’ll make you feel alright
I’m gon’ pick you up tonight
You gotta turn it up to get up and go

Let’s Get Excited
I’m so excited
I know exactly what I’m gonna do-oo
Let’s Get Excited
I’m so excited
I’m a detective I’m all over you

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Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah [x4]

We’re on the floor
And your makin me wanna take you on
No competition
But the girls are coming back strong
Cause a girls gotta do
What a girls gotta do
You will be amazed

Watch us go
It’s pickin up
This is the night’s craze

Let’s Get Excited
I’m so excited
I know exactly what I’m gonna do-oo
Let’s Get Excited
I’m so excited
I’m a detective I’m all over you

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Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah [x4]

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My ladies (Yeah)
Gotta get in the game
Get the fella that you want
And have him beggin for days

My fellas (Hey)
Gotta get in the game
If you give her what you want
Then you’ll be gettin a raise

My ladies (Yeah)
Gotta get in the game
Get the fella that you want
And have him beggin for days

My fellas (Hey)
Gotta get in the game
If you give her what you want
Then she’ll be beggin today

Let’s Get Excited
I’m so excited
I know exactly what I’m gonna do-oo
Let’s Get Excited
I’m so excited
I’m a detective I’m all over you

Let’s Get Excited
I’m so excited
I know exactly what I’m gonna do-oo
Let’s Get Excited
I’m so excited
I’m a detective I’m all over you

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah [x4]

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Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah [x4]

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Lily Allen – The Fear


I want to be rich and I want lots of money
I don’t care about clever I don’t care about funny
I want loads of clothes and i want fuckloads of diamonds
I heard people die while they are trying to find them

And i’ll take my clothes off and it will be shameless
Cuz everyone knows that’s how you get famous
I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror
I’m on the right track yeah I’m on to a winner

[Chorus]
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When do you think it will all become clear?
‘Cuz I’m being taken over by The Fear

Life’s about film stars and less about mothers – </3
It’s all about fast cars concussing each other
But it doesn’t matter cause I’m packing plastic
and that’s what makes my life so fucking fantastic

And I am a weapon of massive consumption
And its not my fault it’s how I’m programmed to function
I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror
I’m on the right track yeah we’re on to a winner

Chorus
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When do you think it will all become clear?
‘Cuz I’m being taken over by The Fear

[Bridge]
Forget about guns and forget ammunition
Cause I’m killing them all on my own little mission
Now I’m not a saint but I’m not a sinner
Now everything’s cool as long as I’m gettin thinner

[Chorus]
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When do you think it will all become clear?
‘Cause I’m being taken over by fear

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Let me sign…


Gata, bagajele sunt facute,  rezervorul e de trei sferturi plin, CD-ul cu muzica se arde in momentul vorbirii…Da, ma pregatesc de plecare…Dimineata la ora 5 plec inspre Fagaras si in drum spre casuta mea iubita o sa dau si o raita pe la tara, vreau sa ma spovedesc, nu am mai facut-o de ceva vreme…In alta ordine de idei, ma reincearca un sentiment frumos, cel mai frumos si cu ocazia asta va propun inspre ascultare una dintre piesele momentului in lista mea…locul 1 in seara asta si locul 2 in general…Rober Pattinson – Let me sign…da, e tipul din Twilight si, daca nu ma insel, pe melodia asta moare, sau almost moare, Bella in film…

She was standing there by the broken tree
Her hands were all twisted she was pointing at me
I was damned by the light coming out of her eyes
She spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky
She said ‘ Come on over to the bitter shade,
I will wrap you in my arms and you’ll know you’ve been saved’
Let me sign, let me sign, can’t fight the devil so just let me sign.

I was out for a drink in a soho bar
The air was smoked out liked a cheap cigar
She rose out of her seat like a painted ghost
She was the woman that I wanted the most
As she reached for my arm I gave her my hand
I said ‘Lay me down easy let me understand’
Let me sign, let sign, can’t fight the devil so just let me sign.

As I walked through the door she was still in my head
As I entered the room she was laid there in bed
She reached out for me all twisted in black
I was on my way down, never coming back
let me sign, let me sign, can’t fight the devil so just let me sign.
let me sign, let me sign, can’t fight the devil so just let me sign.

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Leona Lewis-Run


De azi dimineata pun pe repeat in continuu ultima piesa a Leonei Lewis. Chiar daca este un cover dupa Snow Patrol, melodia este senzationala…iata si versurile….

I’ll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You’ve been the only thing that’s right
In all I’ve done

And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we’ll make it anywhere
Away from here

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I’ll be right beside you dear

Louder louder
And we’ll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can’t raise your voice to say

To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I’ll be right beside you dear

Louder louder
And we’ll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can’t raise your voice to say

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I’ll be right beside you dear

Louder louder
And we’ll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can’t raise your voice to say

SINCERE CONDOLEANTE FAMILIEI HANDBALISTULUI MARIAN COZMA. SA-I FIE TARANA USOARA!

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Oda vietii de apoi…


 De mult nu am mai scris nimic despre mine. M-am dat pe masini, stiri, prezentari si m-am abandonat in coltul intunecat al camerei si al blogului. Asta pentru ca nu am mai facut nimic ce merita impartasit. In ultima vreme simt ca m-as afla undeva la pragul critic de 40 de ani. Simt ca am imbatranit prea mult si prea repede. Parca viata trece pe langa mine si eu nu-mi dau seama de ea…Zilnic parcurg 12 kilometri pana la Grozavesti si inapoi, pe un trafic infernal ce nu ma lasa sa privesc in jus…si intr-un fel ii multumesc…oricum nu as avea nimic interesant de vazut. Sub picioare simt mai nou doar mocirla din parcarea cladirii de birouri sau asfaltul inegal din fata blocului. Astazi, simt ce nu m-as fi asteptat niciodata….simt ca fac parte din ciclul biropat…plec de acasa la 8 si ma intorc la 18 30. Rar ma intalnesc cu cineva si parca mi-am pierdut rabdarea de a sta si asculta sau chiar a vorbi. Alta data insuficiente, minutele de pe mobile se raporteaza de la o luna la alta si cred ca in curand o sa bat recordul la categoria asta. Pe Alexandra nu am mai auzit-o de cateva zile bune si mi-e super dor de ea, iar cu mama vorbesc dimineata si seara, scurt, 30 de secunde…m-am trezit, plec la munca…am ajuns acasa, acum ma pun in pat. Mai vorbim…Tragic este ca am devenit foarte bitchy, ma enerveaza orice si parca tot ce as vrea sa fac ar fi sa ma duc in padure la Patru Frati si sa urlu…dar nu stiu unde sunt, pentru ca bunicul nu a apucat niciodata sa ma duca la ei. Cica acesti Patru Frati sunt de fapt patru copaci izvorati din aceiasi radacina. Ei sunt centrul Poienii Narciselor de la Vad. Cu Dl Manea am zis ca ma vad de vre-o saptamana si nu am reusit. Nici pe Gianina nu am sunat-o, cu toate ca ii promisesem ca mergem la stand up comedy sambata. Din monotonie ma mai scot Mihaela si Roxana, care au darul de a ma bine dispune cu o portie buna de ras.

Simt ca m-am pierdut undeva pe drum. Ma uit la pozele de anii trecuti si ma vad diferit. Cand Andreea mi-a spus ca nu mai sunt acelasi om de care s-a indragostit, am zis ca a luat-o ea razna…dar nu e asa… Sufletul petrecerii s-a pierdut undeva intre AutoExpert si Max, in spatele unei imagini gri, rareori scoasa din monotonie cu pantalonii rosii. Parca nici rasul nu mai e al meu, iar rabdarea de a proba triliarde de haine de dragul distractiei si al modei s-a transformat in trantirea de dimieata a unor haine luate la intamplare pe pat. Rutina ma scoate din minti. Fac acelasi lucru in fiecare seara. Vin acasa si deschid televizorul…ma uit la stiri, mananc si apoi vegetez in pat…Jordan, Lege si Ordine: Intentii criminale si Mediumul sunt serialele de care nu ma despart…iar ca sa pot adormi mai usor si linistit, ma interesez pe OTV de soarta Magdei, draga de ea cica a fost rapita de Tolea, acum nu mai are copii si lumea o acuza de furt, unde mai pui ca in trecut cica a fost prostituata…patetic, nu?! Macar ea nu se plictiseste! Si , totusi, de ce nu fac nimic?! Poate pentru ca ma complac, poate pentru ca viata acum e mult mai complicata decat in trecut, sau poate ca odata cu varsta am devenit mai…nu stiu…pensionar?!…Paradoxal, imi place ceea ce fac acum…chiar daca programul de uzina ma scoate din minti, ma duc la job entuziasmat si dornic sa aflu chestii noi si sa le impartasesc cu oamenii care asteapta un nou numar din Max. Ma simt bine in redactie, chiar daca inca nu mi-am iesit din carapace, insa sper sa o pot face curand…Circumstantele in care am plecat dintr-o parte a orasului in cealalta inca ma bantuie oarecum si incerc sa-mi dau seama daca am gresit sau nu cu ceva, iar daca am gresit vreau sa inteleg si data viitoare sa nu mai fac. Poate ca gandesc prea mult, ca totul e doar in imaginatia mea si ca viata mea de acum e perfecta…si normala.

Asta seara s-a intamplat ceva senzational…am fost sa bag benzina, la aceeasi statie la care merg de mai bine de o luna, de fapt de cand am masina asta…si surpriza, cand am ajuns cu cardul de BRD la casa nu puteam face plata pentru ca POS-ul nu recunostea cardul, iar in portofel mai aveam 10 lei. De ceva vreme toate platile le fac cu cardul, asa ma infranez de la cheltuieli inutile. Asa ca a trebuit sa fug repede la bancomatul din Carrefour si sa ma intorc rapid in OMV-ul din Vasile Milea pentru a-mi plati datoria…cool, nu?! With that sorted out, m-am intors la rutina…am venit acasa…stiri si filme…Si uite asa te faci de rahat! Intri in benzinarie cu toate zorzoanele scumpe si inutile la vedere si atunci cand intinzi triumfator cardul pe care sunt banii primiti de la parinti acesta nu merge…ma si gandesc ce-o fi fost in mintea caseritei…uite-l si pe looserul asta…Sa fi fost asta un semn?! Azi vorbind cu Oana in bucatarie i-am spus ca nu as vrea sa mai primesc bani de la mama, lucru pe care tocmai il facusem…De la o vreme ma simt foarte prost fata de mama. Intotdeauna am fost un fiu risipitor, am cheltuit tot ce am avut pe lucruri sau mai putin necesare, iar cand vremea a venit sa fac ceva cu acei bani, am regretat ca i-am aruncat in vant pe tampenii…dar asta e viata, inveti din propriile tale ineptii. Ce frumoase sunt aceste momente revelatorii, nu?! Si cat de tampit te simti in fata lor…stai ca prostul si te intrebi cum ai putut fi atat de cretin in trecut, cum de nu ai vazut solutia cand ea statea servita la botul tau, ce sa mai zic al calului…Imi gasesc repede scuza…nu pot lua decizii rapid…God si Dl Ciocalteu cu Andrei stiu cat de mult mi-a luat pana sa accept oferta de a ma muta la Max. O luna si o saptamana mai exact. Am cantarit, pana m-am dat peste cap, motivele pentru care as vrea sau nu sa fac urmatorul pas. Si le-am reluat in fiecare noapte cu Victor, mama, Loredana si Nina in telefon. M-am simtit coplesit la un moment dat si eram pe cale sa spun NU!!! NU VREAU!!! doar pentru ca nu vroiam sa-mi asum responsabilitatea unui eventual esec…bine ca nu am facut-o…mi-am spus What the fuck?! un jurnalist bun trebuie sa scrie despre orice si niciodata nu vei sti daca ceva iti place sau nu pana nu gusti…asa mi s-a intamplat cu musacaua, orezul si mazarea…vorba Miucciei Prada…Nu conteaza ce ai facut in trecut, cata vreme stii ce ai de facut in viitor…Asa ca, imbarbatat de setea pentru provocare, am zis da, am plecat si nu am privit inapoi. Si acum stau si ma gandesc ce-ar fi fost, dar parca un loc fruntas il ocupa ce va fi…sper sa-mi ies din starea asta de amorteala si sa fiu in continuare alaturi de gasca de la Max.

Intre timp, muncim cu veselie la numarul 2 al revistei. Simt ca am inceput sa ma dezmortesc, cu toate ca inca nu m-am obisnuit cu ritmul lor de munca. Am invatat sa-mi caut cat de cat subiectele si rasfoind alte reviste am inceput sa inteleg idealurile barbatului Max. Asa ca, stay tuned, caci in numarul doi o sa va pun la curent cu ultimele tendinte in design-ul sufrageriilor denumite acum pompos lounge-uri si o sa vi-l introduc pe cel care in mintea mea poarta titulatura de knight in shinning amour. Este vorba despre un architect tanar care pune la cale un plan de salvare al Bucurestiului.

Mama ce bine mi-a facut postul asta…parca as fi fost la psiholog…Cred ca o sa fac asta mai des…si ca sa inchei frumos, iata si noua mea melodie preferata:)) Pink-Sober…

 

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