Отправлено: 17.12.05 23:14. Заголовок: Last Days

Вы смотрели это фильм? мне он показался очень и очень необычным... авангард мать его! это круто, вот у нас тут в тольятти в кинотеатре будут показывать я не смогу пойти А так хотелось посмотреть его на большом экране, с нормальным переводом! вообще наверно было бы круче смотреть его с субтитрами....

 Отправлено: 03.08.06 01:22. Заголовок: Re:

Death По поводу мегауплоада, на самом деле там наипать как деть нех, всего навсего надо зайти по ссылке через прокси и всё, качай скока влезит. Это работает реально, сам так юзаю!

 Отправлено: 03.08.06 09:15. Заголовок: Re:

2SiLENT,извини я немножко не догоняю,как войти через прокси,да там ссылки конкретной нет!!!

 Отправлено: 03.08.06 09:18. Заголовок: Re:

Вот вся ссылка на HAppy Song http://www.megaupload.com/ru/?d=XVUNQ0T1

 Отправлено: 03.08.06 10:08. Заголовок: Re:

Во типа тексты Pagoda нарыл

Happy Song

Listen my new friend, please
and have a sympathetic tender ear
I was born in this junkyard
and it was the prettiest little thing to me

vanity! deface me!

Here’s the part in the song
Where you think of me all wrong
And here’s the part where I choose
that I got nothing left to lose ‘cause
any pain that you can bring to me
is nothing comparatively
And I’ve been so lost and found
I can’t smile, I can’t frown Happy song, nothing’s wrong
It’s all fun, I’m all numb

How much can one man stand
before he kisses a cold dead street?
This cross bares a billion lost souls
Three times do I fall to my bloody bare feet?

Think again my lovely friend
Don’t ask for more you dirty whore

Here’s the part in the song
where you tell me you don’t care
I made you in my head
and you don’t even care
Happy song, nothing’s wrong
It’s all fun but I’m all numb
This is fun but now I’m done

 Отправлено: 03.08.06 10:10. Заголовок: Re:

Song 1

Just droning.
August 24th 2004 (2004)
It's the first morning of our little experiment.

(It's the first morning)
I'll try and write a little bit each day
but I don't know if I can be consistent.
(I'm never consistent)
It's hard for some reason
while I'm making music, to keep a journal.

(It's impossible.)
Sitting now, at this table,
looking out at the industrial mock warehouses,
the lawn. (the green)
They line the perimeter of my vision.
(protruding)

The sky gray, orange, (into the earth)
waking up. (into the clouds)
Got here last night with Ryan.
We have to find Luca, an engineer.
He set up...
he set up these um, (looks pathetic) these sessions.

He was waiting there with his girl, Isa. (they were cool)
He's on a honeymoon.
He took us to the apartment
(been here a long time)
along with is his friends...
(almost a month)

some of his friends who had been in the city
to create a sea diving business.
(almost a month now)
It's nicer than I thought it would be.
(Sir James)
I assumed it would be some warehouses

with cold water which I probably would've rather-ed.
(passed out)
Whenever I'm working it seems
that the closer I am to the ground, the better.
(his hand clutching)
We went and dropped off our stuff, took a shower,

and we head over to the studio.
(last night)
When we get there (I left a note)
we start rehearsing.
Horrible, sloppy, zombie-like (Jamie)
incoherent babble of sleep deprived

walking dead (it was quarter to 4)
headaches, and jet lag. (in the morning)
Took a break in the alley. (can only stand)
People came.
They talked, they laughed.
Some things had no meaning to us.

(moved across)
Smoked some hash (rolled to sir James) had a beer.
Offered to sleep, we received.
(make sure)
I reminded myself. (turned on the clock radio)
Went back to the room. (church choir)

It was better. More coherent.
(went back to the kitchen)
Relaxed.
Still can't sleep.
I've decided that if I'm going to be awake,
I might as well do something productive.

My room was filled with dirty dishes,
bread crumbs, walnut shells, empty cigarette packs,
beer cans, candle wax.
I grabbed a plastic bag,
held on the Virgin Mary's head.
The cast iron one that black eyes

bought for me at a flea market while she was here.
I filled the plastic bag full of garbage
and I laid the head of Mary against my boots.
I emptied all the cigarette butts into a dish
and I started sorting through the ones
that still had tobacco in them.

I pinched all the butts dry dripping the tobacco
into a small espresso cup.
I swept up. I organized my things.
Telephone, masking tape, EQ pedal, four double A batteries,
a dish with three candle's melted into each other,
two razors, a small cassette recorder, three lighters,

ummm... three bottles of spices
I use when we have food to cook.

I went into the other room.
I saw sir James roll over on the couch
muttering something in his sleep.
Fuckin' bugs.

I went into the bathroom, I turned on the water.
Then I went to the kitchen, got the boiling water.
I went back into the bedroom.
I swept up under the rug, under the bed, I made the bed.
I made a small pile.
Put the shoes under the door until later tomorrow.

I made the bed even though I knew
I was going to mess it up.
Then I wrote a note to sir James explaining I couldn't sleep.
Can't sleep. I can't sleep. Make sure I'm up by 8.
I turned on the clock radio.
The only station I could find was church choir music.

I walk back into the kitchen, and pour some boiling water
in a tin cup sitting up upside down under the sink.
A brown paper bag in the sink.
I look inside. Nuts. I remember sir James telling me to...
I found some nuts today. Some of them are still good.
I put one in my mouth. I cracked it open.

I cracked the shell with my thumbnail.
Rotten. Cracked another one. It was good. I ate it.
I walked back into my room. Sat down.
I set the tea down on a stool I had in the corner.
Got a chair.
Sat in the chair. I burned some incense.

The last of it. The last we have.
I lit a cigarette out of the tobacco in the cup.
I lit it. I sipped the tea. I smoked.
I picked up my journal. I wrote this.
I'm gonna try and sleep again. Gonna try and sleep again...
sleep again, sleep, sleep, sleep...
So much for keeping a consistent journal.
It's day 6 or 7. I laid the blueprint of 16 songs after Ryan left.
So in addition to the 10 that we laid down,
we're beginning a very ambitious project.
Luca's worried (faith is undivided)
we're gonna lay down so many with the intent

of dropping some. (of a piece)
I noticed (willing mind)
a change
(rewind to find, go find, find)
less optimistic.
I realize it has a lot to do with me. I feel.

I think that's because I'm afraid.
I'm narcoleptic. It's true.
for helping me, like Luca, Jamie, Ryan, black eyes...
wash my hands. Give them something worthwhile.

(Child voice laughing: Pagoda!)

 Отправлено: 03.08.06 10:10. Заголовок: Re:

Fetus

I think of you floating in there

and not a shred of thought or care
of where you’re from or will be
Swimming inside the stomach of my baby
Little fetus went to meet us
with your first swallow of air
Hollow lungs sucking on all the world’s despair

I fiend for more, I fiend for the core
All on my back down
and down in that sound
I found it beneath the junk
Just a punk who’s sunk in too deep
I weep for me

For everyone who is and will never be
Hey yeah yeah
Never gave god much consider or thought
I fought that grip that he never caught
But the soul is something I couldn’t help but feel
It’s as real as the rain that wets

As fresh as the fur on our pets
You’re the only God and I believe in portion
And I’ll kill ya easy one, abortion
Foundation of my strife life, kiss me like a knife
Am I dead now, God am I dead now?

And I think of you floating in there
and not a shred of through or care
of where you’re from or will be
Swimming inside the stomach of my baby
Little fetus went to meet us You were born in my head

Every time I hear my fear
Every tear my sad eye will drip
Every drop that runs past my lip
For every thought occurred
that your death now benefits me
How could it benefit me?

Yeah, it benefits me

 Отправлено: 03.08.06 10:11. Заголовок: Re:

Sadartha

Sit now quiet, edge of forbidden nerve
Concentrate, focus; we are better than you, a zombie
Spirit of the ego, you are as heavy as the air
It’s nice to meet you, I wanna tell you you don’t exist

The earth is my/our witness, Sadartha
Seen it on my chest, callous on my heart
It grew negligent; know now you’re a vegetable
Sitting leper growing in and on me
Cut off, let free, amputate, surgery
Sadartha, nature’s mother, you are my friend

Until we meet again

 Отправлено: 03.08.06 10:11. Заголовок: Re:

I Do

I’m sincere in a cheap hotel room
So this is what it's come to?
I’d love to say it takes a different way
that hasn’t actually come true This is so confusing and thoroughly amusing

My heart is bruising, only thoughts of you
And this is so degrading and I'm just waiting
Just keep meditating, holy matrimony, I do I'm just a child of the night and I didn’t ask to be not right
Let's just say that it's that way
and it's been fun, and it's all done

And that's okay, the world's a dark place
and I'm just a dead face in its womb

 Отправлено: 03.08.06 10:12. Заголовок: Re:

Before the War

Performed by Gus Van Sant
with Mike Pitt on drums and background vocals
Everytime it's different, ha ha

Before the war
I had a hand
Now and then
I see it there
Another day
Another year
I hear you cry

Now and then
I travel far
I see a man
In a car

Another day
It is a chore
But in the end
It ends

Sometimes in the air
a fear is everywhere
I'd follow you anywhere
Although I know you don't care

When dark comes around
And I got my feet back on the ground
I touch my ear
Feel my hands

 Отправлено: 03.08.06 13:11. Заголовок: Re:

Before the War я не слышал...

 Отправлено: 03.08.06 13:45. Заголовок: Re:

Death Ок. Мерси, ночью качну, а то времени на карточки совсем нет...
з.ы. попозже выложу инструкцию как оттуда качать
з.з.ы. да, точно залейте песню Before the War плз.

 Отправлено: 03.08.06 19:41. Заголовок: Re:

2Suicide ,SiLENT , я бы тоже не отказался бы послушать эту вещь,наверное прикольно!!! Она вышла вот на альбоме Live From Nowhere Near You 2003 г. Вот трэклист
Title: Live From Nowhere Near You
Release Date: 2003
Tracklist:
1. Rendezvous You - Kevin Moyer & Street Musicians
2. Love Slave - Albert 'Bub' Garcia & Rich Vidin
3. Merlot - The Robots
4. Stay Don't Go - Spoon
5. Didn't I - Streetmusician Bad Boy Blue
6. Central Park - Pete Miser & Mel Brown
7. Far Out Group of People - Chris Ballew of the Presidents of the United Stated of America
8. Hatin' - Five Fingers of Funk
9. DoorSlams - Matt Brown
10. Much to Much - Kissing Book with Dan Wynn and with Jen Sbragia of the Softies
11. Going Going Gone - Stars with Emily Haines
12. Moving On - Ethan Kalar, Kevin Moyer, & Lakota Sioux streetmusicians
13. You Kicked Me - Kevin Moyer, Wally Hendrickson, & Mic Crenshaw of Hungry Mob
14. So High - Brad Hargreaves of Third Eye Blind
15. Before the War - Gus Van Sant featuring Michael Pitt
16. TrainJumping - Ethan Kalar & Kevin Moyer
17. Urban Reality - Hungry Mob
18. Pulling Mandrake Roots - Kevin Moyer & Brad Hargreaves of Third Eye Blind
19. Everpresent Now - Scott Fisher
20. Promises & Thanks - Scott Fisher & Kevin Moyer
21. Do What? - Squirrel Nut Zippers & street musician Bruce Rohlfs
22. Song For the Streetkids - freight train traveling vagabond punks
23. If I Said - Greg Snell
24. My Most Beautiful Day - Matt Brown, Toby Hererra, & Kevin Moyer
25. Powerless - Mike McCready & Stone Gossard of Pearl Jam with Cole Peterson of Sweetwater and Chris Friel of the Rockfords
26. Wish I - Greg Snell
27. Little Mary - David Andrews of Calobo

Info: A 75-minute benefit concept CD collaborating streetmusicians and professionals with the profits going to the homeless and streetyouth programs of charity "Outside In." Mike provides drums and background vocals to Gus Van Sant's "Before The War."

Здесь только 15-й трэк их !!!
Вот кавер.

 Отправлено: 03.08.06 19:45. Заголовок: Re:

Вот еще арты фэнов Майкла Пита!!!

 Отправлено: 03.08.06 20:31. Заголовок: Re:

А слышали вещь Hey Joe -саундтрэк к фильму The Dreamers,ваще тема такой кантри кузявый с блюзом что-то,вот!!!

 Отправлено: 03.08.06 20:52. Заголовок: Re: