1. The Blue Stones – Magic
2. Mighty Oaks – Raise a Glass
3. The Revivalists – It Was A Sin
4. Naughty Boy, Mike Posner – Live Before I Die
5. Cigarettes After Sex – Heavenly
Category Archives: Music for the soul
October’s 5
1. Kodaline – High Hopes
2. The Luminieers – Gloria
3. Cocoon, Lola Marsh – I Got You
4. Imagine Dragons – Birds
5. Coldplay – A Head Full of Dreams (Live in São Paulo)
Music
I need music to put the days in motion
for music is the color of the life I gathered
and my core burns notes instead of carbon,
I need dancing in my soul even if my feet be freezing
and the jumping beat of changing weather,
to close my eyes and surrender to the dreaming…
So sing to me your longest ballads stranger
don’t let sunshine pass without your fingers playing
and paint your pastels in the fountains of my lights,
I live on rhymes and lyrics spoken from the heart
may your voice be more than just vibrations
and your chords be strings your feelings stroke…
Sunday’s 5
1. SYML – Mr Sandman (Live from The Record Parlour)
2. The Moth & The Flame – Young & Unafraid
3. Kate Wolf – The Wind Blows Wild
4. John Moreland – Heart’s Too Heavy
5. Uncle Lucius – Keep The Wolves Away
The crossing
I cannot walk for I have lost my feet
rain is pouring washing my last words
I need a big fire to bring a little light
in this valley in the middle of the night,
I still got the guns but forgot how to use
the powder is wet and my will in rust
tonight the stars won’t show direction
I need a friend in whom to put my trust
and Steve lies on a floor many stories ago
where my dreams rest behind shut doors,
and the night is getting even darker
I try to shout but my lungs won’t listen
falling faster and deeper than ever before
relapsing on drugs to blind me from truth
I won’t believe nor listen to the signs
for it hurts too much finding out
this world of shadows is of human design…
I need to open my eyes and look further
hook my fingers in dirt and start climbing
use my bruises to feel and heal stronger,
to start writing when words won’t come out
and find a friend that may cross mountains…
Sonată
Scrie-mi peste umbre frunzele albastre
și fragmente rupte din cărțile desculțe…
Spre orizonturi albe căile se leagă,
în buchete strânse
în dimineți uitate cerul se botează,
zorile sunt gânduri;
și flăcări curg peste treptele ce urc –
eu sunt și o apă…
Naște pentru semne brațele de arbori
trupul meu te poartă barcă peste valuri…
Citește stele sfinte și duhul meu în ceară
pelerini de seară,
nopțile sunt calde, somnul ne conduce
vise împreună,
și șoapte se așează peste mugurii de rouă
tălpile sunt două…
Curge peste tâmple în sărutări umide
o liniște mai mare decât lumea toată…
June 2
First love came like rain in June
second one would crumble down,
and the girls that danced since then
their eyes will fade like misty winds,
but this One, she’s here to stay –
calls you ‘darling’ every day
can’t believe the dream is gone
and you are very much awake…
took her hand one night in Paris
you did help her find the way
kissing softly on your cheek
she did help you cross that bridge….
funny gifts and one pink tie
she brings sunshine on her skies
and you hold her dearly too
like a diamond ring or two…
Sunday’s 5
True love
Friday night, half light
drinking wine and playing indie tunes
stories come and dreamers go
I close my eyes and let the true love flow,
the dog makes traces running in the snow
and kids throw echos in the fort they sleep –
and I found Alice…
Half asleep, my angel crying
no one takes me to the Moulin Rouge,
my friends work decent jobs that pay
and in the rush of celebration build a home
to put candles and the fame on Christmas trees,
I beg them to believe
true love needs no sparkling fees…
Starry night, half dark, half bright
my hands run highways in her eyes
I embrace the life of Stephan Angst
and pour rivers to oceans from my soul,
the sinners are forgiven
with paper airplanes never reaching dawn,
Alice called the priest for both…
Friday in the oven
Hey you fool,
what yea doing with that rope?
is it love turned bad,
or is it a simpler way to cope,
dare you not have a stroke…
You can’t can air more than drinking love,
we’re built on blood
and one day each week, I sleep,
in the deep with a whip –
It is how I know I breathe…
A red brick builds a wall
for the gardens south of now,
and there is music,
it paints the colors in white,
on the sky,
in the image of ’89…
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