Monthly Archives: January 2008

Walking Through The Rain

Vakar buvau isejes pasivaikscioti.

Kodel?

Tai va. Kartais tiesiog geriau pabut vienam. Mielai buciau isejes su kokiu draugu, su kuriuo visad linksma. Kartais reikia atsiskirti nuo savo Dalies.

Aisku.

Pradejo lyti, bet man nerupejo, net nelabai suprantu kodel dauguma zmoniu pradeda begt kai lyja. Gi tik suslapsi, kas cia jau tokio? Na. Kaip tik oras eiti prie juros. Tamsu, lyja, nesilta, reiskia, kad nebus zmoniu ten, kaip tik man tokiais momentais. Buciau isejes i miska pasivaiksciot, bet per tamsu man ten vaiksciot. Matyt nedaug tokiu zmoniu (nesakau, kad nera) kurie tokiu metu eina prie juros. Bet buvo visai grazu. Tie balti purslai issikledzia taip idomiai. Mane paliete truputi. Nieko nepajutau, su batais..

Vaiksciodamas svajojau. Svajojau kaip Vilniuj susiradau kelis zmones, ir grojom susirinke senamiesty Sekmadieniais uz gatves pinigus. Grodavom nuo 11, 12 dienos. Susirinkdavo keli zmones jau ir paklausyt. Grodavom kelias valandas.

Grojom akustika, as turejau gitara, dainavau, buvo bugninikas su keliais Afrikietiskais bugneliais, o bosistas su akustiniu bosu. Atrode linksmai.

Tai va. Tokios mintys, tokie veiksmai, o dabar griztu prie Beck.

Jei jau ji paminejau. Prasau:

Dainuoja ir su gitara: Beck. Uz jo yra ne jo pacio grupe, jo geri draugai, The Flaming Lips.

Enjoy.

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Why Don’t You Throw Me Away?

Tai va. Atsirado problemu kolegijoj. Jauciuos negerai, nenoriu, kad ismestu, nes yra sansas, kad ismes. Negerai negerai..

Ka?

Ne. Siaip man visiskai pohui!

Kodel?!

Siaip net noreciau, kad ismestu.

Kodel?!!!

Tik del tevu truputi gaila, matyt nusiviltu.

Atsakyk i klausima!!!

Hmm.. Kodel? Nes nenoriu but suknistu verteju, vat kodel. Nenoriu dirbt paprasto darbo, nenoriu paprasto gyvenimo… Nenoriu. Zinai, jei ismes mane, as susirasiu darba (nors ir paste), grazinsiu pinigus tevam uz mokslus ir pradesiu muzikuot. Rimtai muzikuot. Pirksiu instrumentus, pasiimsiu kelis tokius beviltiskus kaip as ir keliausim po Lietuva tranzu ar kuom ir grosim gatvej ir gausim daug patirties. As nebenoriu mokintis. Nebenoriu mokslu. Noriu kazko idomaus.

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Backdrifts

First One. -silence-

‘You fell into our arms, you fell into our arms..’ Would be nice to fall into someones arms sometimes, but that would consider that I’m The Prey. I’m sick of that.

Anyway

Yesterday I met my friend. We had some fun time, that pretty much made me forget about all the bad stuff that’s happening to me lately. I’m trying to drive, so that’s cool, I love driving. What else.. The Big Fat Quiz of the Year .. really helps me get the mood up.

Well, after all that good stuff I have to go back to everything that i’ve left. Melancholic. I am Melancholic. I guess I make some people sad and that makes me sad.. Sad isn’t it? Ironic? Fuck it.

Backdrifts. Why this song (by Radiohead)? Just simple. Every day I leave things that fuck me up, and come back to them. Every fucking time. Yeah, now I’m angry, even though I was sad when I started this.

I just wonder.. When will irony get me. It got me a lot of times, but that doesn’t count, I’m pretty much still alive. It’s like destiny’s playing with me (us).

Oh silly me. When I’m next to Her, I feel happy, I write happy stuff, I am happy, I’m mostly in a good mood. Whn I leave. Everything begins. No, nott just with Her, but with 80% of the peopel who are next to me. Who? Heh, only once. I will not say. Only now I can say that the person with whom I’m realated, a brother (bloodbrother) is annoying me this second. Why? He doesn’t have anything else ‘good’ to do, that’s why. He has burned out most of my fucking nerves.. Why is he.. existing? Like a musquitto..

The Rain Drops…

I wish it would.

Anyway

I’ll start creating music on PC, taht should be inreting. I’m looking forard to that. I’m al lookin foorward to meet Her.

So, that’s it.

😦


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