Learn To Be Still - Bucegi Mountains

It’s just another day in paradise as you stumble to your bed

 You’d give anything to silence those voices ringing in your head

 You thought you could find happiness just over that green hill

You thought you would be satisfied but you never will- Learn to be still

  We are like sheep without a shepherd we don’t know how to be alone. Learn to be still

 Maybe you’ve forgotten the heaven lying at your feet

 There are so many contridictions in all these messages we send

 (we keep asking)

 How do I get out of here

Where do I fit in?

 Though the world is torn and shaken

 Even if your heart is breakin’

 It’s waiting for you to awaken

 And someday you will-

 Learn to be still

 Learn to be still

 You just keep on runnin’

Keep on runnin’

It’s just another day in paradise

As you stumble to your bed

You’d give anything to silence

Those voices ringing in your head

You thought you could find happiness

Just over that green hill

You thought you would be satisfied

But you never will-

Learn to be still

We are like sheep without a shepherd

We don’t know how to be alone

So we wander ’round this desert

And wind up following the wrong gods home

But the flock cries out for another

And they kep answering that bell

And one more starry-eyed messiah

Meets a violent farewell-

Learn to be still

Now the flowers in your garden

They don’t smell so sweet

Maybe you’ve forgotten

The heaven lying at your feet

There are so many contridictions

In all these messages we send

(we keep asking)

How do I get out of here

Where do I fit in?

Though the world is torn and shaken

Even if your heart is breakin’

It’s waiting for you to awaken

And someday you will-

Learn to be still

You just keep on runnin’

Keep on runnin’

Eagles - Learn To Be Still lyrics

Bucegi Mountains

Johnny Raducanu - Adio, Mr. Jazz!

Johnny Răducanu / portrait/ pastel

Johnny Răducanu - In Memoriam

 December,1/ 1931 – September, 19 /2011

He offered me a leaf like a hand with fingers.

I offered him a hand like a leaf with teeth.

He offered me a branch like an arm.

I offered him my arm like a branch.

He tipped his trunk towards me

like a shoulder.

I tipped my shoulder to him

like a knotted trunk.

I could hear his sap quicken, beating

like blood.

He could hear my blood slacken like rising sap.

I passed through him.

He passed through me.

I remained a solitary tree.

He

a solitary man.

Unwords

Nichita Stãnescu

about Johnny Raducanu : The Independent, Boston Globe, MEDIAFAX,

Daily Tribune, Taiwan News, Quedit,

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Harry Tavitian - Johnny Raducanu – When I Die I Live Again
Bibliotecarul - Bre Nea Johnny, ce ţi-a venit să pleci?
 Harry Tavitian si Johnny Raducanu

despre Johnny Raducanu pe bloguri : Nastase, metropotam, Niculina Moisescu
bookaholic, Simona Ionescu, Mircea Hodarnau, krossfire, http://www.gds.ro/,
Das Jazz Blog ,
ziarul de iasi

Argos, Love and The Theory of Waiting

My best friend said once:

'This is how I would envision Argos, the dog

of Odysseus. Waiting for his master by the

side of the wine dark sea.

Argos was a young dog when Odysseus left to

fight at Troy. When Odysseus returned twenty

years later, Argos could no longer walk. He

saw Odysseus, smiled (in my mind), wagged

his tail and died. Such is life.'

 

(In Greek mythology, Argos was Odysseus' faithful dog.

He waited for his master's return to Ithaca for over a decade while most presumed Odysseus dead.

He was the first to recognize the King returning from the Trojan War, even though Odysseus was disguised as a beggar to discover what was going on in his palace during his absence.

It was said that as soon as Argos recognized his master, he dropped his ears and did his best to wag his tail. Having fulfilled his destiny of faith by laying his eyes upon his master once more, he released a final wimper and died. )

Waiting at the station.

Waiting for the right moves.

Waiting in the basement.

Waiting for the right cues.

Waiting in a daydream.

Waiting in this slipstream.

Waiting...

Waiting in the right bars.

Waiting in the right shoes.

Waiting in a fast car.

Waiting in the airports,

waiting for my air-miles.

Waiting in slow motion,

coming through the turnstiles...

Waiting with the orphans.

Waiting for the bee stings,

they tell me that success brings.

Waiting in the half-light.

Waiting through your whole life.

Waiting for an ideal, a low deal, a no deal.

Play your stereotype, oh yeah...

And if you ever find the time,

you know I'm not far behind.

And if you ever need someone,

I'll still be waiting...

Just waiting, for a friend.

Waiting...

I said it's alright!

It's alright, my friend...

Just waiting...

Devlins - Waiting Lyrics

Collapse Into Now - Life for Sale

I don't mark my time with dates, holidays, faded wisdom, locked karma holders. Convenient.

I am made by my times, I am a creation of now, shaken with the cracks and crevices

I'm not giving up easy, I will not fold, I don't have much, but what I have is gold....

I saw your face...

I like you, love you, every coast of you.

I've seen your eddies and tides and hurricanes and cyclones.

Low ebb tide and high, full moon. Up close and distant.I read you.

Had enough to drink to make my own party, all my fellow writers in half costume, half asleep

Look, the sky, the sea, the ocean, the sun, the moon.

Breathing with you. Touch. Change. Shift. Allow air. Window open. Drift. Drift away. Into now.

 I want Whitman proud. Patti Lee proud. My brothers proud. My sisters proud.

I want me. I want it all. I want sensational. Irresistible.

 I sing in platinum, I dress in brass, I eat in zinc

This is my time and I am thrilled to be alive.

Living. Blessed. I understand.

Twentieth century: Collapse Into Now

I can be bad poet, street poet

A sun makes shadows

All over your face

As you sit

Naked and blue

Into me

Colapse into Now / BLUE/ lyrics / REM

 

 

Life for Sale/ photo experiment .

 

'Yellow circus left the stakes a broken ropes world's useless mug/The ties that bind, ha ha/I can be bad poet/Street poet/ Shit poet/Kind poet too/Subway/Almost 4AM/Halloween night/

Had enough to drink to make my own party

All my fellow writers in half costume, half asleep

Half silly, gone to seed

I don't mark my time with dates, holidays, faded wisdom, locked karma holders

Convenient

I am made by my times

I am a creation of now

Shaken with the cracks and crevices

I'm not giving up easy

I will not fold

I don't have much

But what I have is gold

I saw your face...

I sing in platinum

I dress in brass

I eat in zinc

Let it pass

Compare a toast

I like that

I understand courage

I still roll with the shout of a character I was married to today

I try to see outside myself

I understand the eyes

Excuse all the highs

Sorry

I am sorry

Ha ha

I like you, love you, every coast of you.

I've seen your eddies and tides and hurricanes and cyclones.

Low ebb tide and high, full moon.

Up close and distant.

I read you.

Look, the sky, the sea, the ocean, the sun, the moon.

Blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue blue, blue, blue, blue, blue.

Naked and blue.

Breathing with you. Touch. Change. Shift. Allow air. Window open. Drift. Drift away. Into now.

I want Whitman proud. Patti Lee proud. My brothers proud. My sisters proud. I want me. I want it all. I want sensational. Irresistible.

This is my time and I am thrilled to be alive.

Living. Blessed. I understand.

Twentieth century:

Collapse Into Now

A sun makes shadows

All over your face

As you sit

Naked and blue

Into me '

R E M

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Heart for Sale - Ne Me Quitte Pas / Jacques Brel

alternative lyrics translation :

Ne Me Quitte Pas With English Lyrics