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Just A Boy. No Children.
2010 is the year of absolute good music… no doubt about that… here’s some…
Just A Boy by Angus & Julia Stone… Their album kicks ass really…
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I heard this in an episode of Moral Orel, one of my favorite shows.. It’s very depressing and catchy… weird, but I love it…
No Children by The Mountain Goats
Bette Davis Eyes and I’ll Kill Her
A friend of mine posted this on facebook today…
Bette Davis Eyes by Kim Carnes
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This one was recommended by a Swiss friend who was on a visit here…
I’ll Kill Her by Soko… click here for the acoustic version which is also nice
Little more conversation, little less action – take 2
A: Hey B! You profile picture on facebook was missing something.
B: What’s that?
A: Bad breath!
B: Even so! you can’t add that to a picture!
A: You can imply it though?
B: How? By tagging you to my mouth? you stinking bitch!
A: Hey B! you know you’re a Trisexual right?
B: Oh yeah? How cum?
A: Because you like having sex with men, women and YOURSELF!!
B: Butt I’m a man… included in men, right?
A: Fuck you! That joke was funny without being too deep about it!
B: Yeah, but I said ‘how cum’ with a ‘u’ and ‘Butt’ with double ‘t’ which are funnier
A: You idiot! I was listening to you! not reading what you say!
B: Oh yeah? but I thought you were smarter than that funnyman!
A: Smarter? What the fuck are you talking about? If I was reading this I’d laugh, you understand?
B: I know man, but come on!
A: Was that a cum on? or a come on?
B: A come on!
A: With a ‘u’ or an ‘o’?
B: It was with your face, bitch!!
A: Fuck you!
B: It was with an ‘o’
A: What kind of comedian are you? mixing up verbal jokes with written ones?
B: Who the fuck said I was a comedian? huh? It was just a joke!
A: Well, it wasn’t funny…
B: Yes it was!
A: If it was written! If it was written!
B: Like you’re joke was any funny!
A: At least I don’t mix jokes genres!
B: You call them genres?
A: Yeah, what else smarty?
B: I don’t know… Jokes types?
A: Well, maybe… who cares? I meant verbal and written jokes…
B: What else is there?
A: I don’t know… Visual jokes?
B: Yeah, like Charlie Chaplin shit.
A: Exactly, before he started making films with dialogue.
B: Did he? really?
A: Oh yeah. Listen, you wanna go bowling again?
B: How about we go kill you!!
A: Oh yeah? Is that supposed to be funny?
B: No. It’s supposed to be insulting.
A: Fuck you!
B: Fuck you!
A: Hey B! you know why you’re an alphabetically sexual?
B: Enlighten me.
A: Because you fuck anything that starts with any letter!
B: Ha Ha. Not funny!
A: You know why you’re Trisexual again?
B: Why?
A: Because you’ll try anything for sex!
B: What’s that supposed to mean?
A: You idiot! Tri? Try? get it?
B: Fuck that’s not even funny.
A: No, you’re cum joke was!
B: You bet it was! is! will be!
A: Ever read anything by Stephen King?
B: I saw his films.
A: If I wanted to ask about the films I would’ve said “Ever seen any films based on a Stephen King’s book?” but I didn’t did I?
B: Isn’t it the same?
A: Actually yeah in some cases they both sucked, but that wasn’t the question.
B: So what was the question?
A: Are we playing “Mr. A repeats himself forever game”
B: If you’d like to. It’s more fun than bowling!
A: Nice comeback!
B: I know!
A: Whatever, it seems to me you haven’t read any of his books.
B: Who?
A: Alan Alda!
B: You mean Stephen King?
A: Then why the hell did you ask who??
B: OH! OH! I thought we’re playing “Mr. A repeats himself forever game”
A: You fucking kidding me?
B: Yes.
A: What the fuck is wrong with you?
B: My stomach hurts a bit.
A: Didn’t I tell you to stop eating those fucking KFC fries?
B: I did.
A: Then what the fuck is wrong this time?
B: Sushi. I think I had it too raw.
A: How the fuck could anything be “too raw”?? It’s either raw or not.
B: Jesus! I meant fresh. And why do you keep fishing for mistakes? who are you? Alan Alda?
A: Why does Alan Alda has anything to do with this?
B: You mentioned him!
A: So! Does he have anything to do with what I did?
B: No, but I thought It’d be funny. Random funny.
A: It was random, but it didn’t work out really. It was too random.
B: So there’s less random and too random? I thought random is random.
A: Random IS random.
B: That’s not what you said.
A: What did I say?
B: Never mind!
A: But I do mind.
B: Whatever!
A: Listen, wanna go to the movies?
B: What’s playing?
A: My balls on your face!!
B: Is it the sequel to.. to.. to..
A: You don’t have a comeback?
B: The sequel to “Stop talking or B will fuck you again”
A: Not funny!
B: Like you’ve seen it!
A: I did!
B: Aha!
A: what?
B: You just confirmed it bitch!
A: I confirmed nothing!
B: Yes you did! by saying I did!
A: You got me there.
B: Yes!
A: So?
B: So what?
A: Wanna move?
B: Why? you don’t like my dick up your ass??
A: It was never there.
B: Now you’re just rejecting a hypothetical joke!
A: Is there such?
B: When I fuck you there is!
A: Have you been practicing?
B: Why? you feel like losing?
A: I ain’t loosing shit.
B: I meant your virginity!
A: I thought I lost it with your mama.
B: Dude, no mama jokes.
A: Ok. Sorry.
B: It’s ok, I forgive you.
A: That’s what she said!
B: She actually did.
A: Who?
B: Your mama!
A: What did you just say?
B: I had to get back to that one to make it even.
A: Wanna grab something to eat?
B: That’s what she said!
A: Wanna go eat?
B: That’s what she said!
A: I’m really hungry.
B: That’s what she said!
A: Dude, I’m not in the mood for this anymore.
B: That’s what she said!
A: Ok! I get it! Let’s go eat.
B: I already told you I have stomach problems.
A: You can get something to drink while I eat.
B: I think I’ll get some fresh juice.
A: That’s what she said!
B: We’re going your car or mine?
A: Let’s take mine.
B: ok.
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There’s a Place by The Beatles
Lyrics:
There, there’s a place, where I can go , when I feel low , when I feel blue.
And it’s my mind and there’s time when I’m alone.
I think of you, the things you do, go round my head , the things you’ve said… Like I love only you…
In my mind there’s no sorrow. Don’t you know that it’s so…
There’ll be no sad tomorrow. Don’t you know that it’s so…
Naples, and The Ballad Of The Skeletons
Tonight I’m leaving to Italy and will stay there for 2 weeks… 10 days in Naples and 4 in Rome and some trips here and there…
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The is The Ballad of The Skeletons with Allen Ginsberg and Paul McCartney
Take care everyone ; – )
Younis
This is a perfect timing for me to listen to such song… I’m currently into the music of Mohammed Mounir and the poetry of Abdelrahman El Abnody, Ahmed Fuad Negm and Sayed Hegab… well, this song was written by El Abnody for Mounir…
I’m just in love with this song…
Bob Dylan & Allen Ginsberg – Vomit Express – rare find
When Bob Dylan meets beat poetry’s godfather and the greatest of them all, the result is stunning… an all-day-on-repeat for me…
to download right click and save this link.
Memory lanes, The 3 of them.
Looking at them made me feel really old…
I was driving with a friend… We just left Sultan Center, the one in Fahaheel. On the way back I decided to pass by Al-Mangaf, where I used to live from 1994 till 1997. I passed by the 3amara, I don’t like saying 3emara which shows Al-Mangaf’s influence. Anyway, I was really surprised by the amount of buildings that surrounded the building I used to live in. The area really grew… I didn’t go there in a long long time… They have new schools, and some new malls on a different block… I remember when there was only el 3azeezeya mall. Now you can’t see el 3azeezeya mall… they built so many things there… gee, I feel so old… I used to live there 13 years ago… and the building I used to live in was renovated, like it got one of those really expensive makeovers… and they added 4 more floors to it… So many memories… where I turned from a kid to a man, though people still argue about that!
Then before dropping my friend to Al Qosour, I decided to drive to Al Qurain, where I used to live from summer 1997 till 2000. The house didn’t change much… it just has better cars! jk. most of my memories there were in the dewanyya, either watching KTV2 or playing super nintendo, then PlayStation.
After dropping my friend to his house I thought maybe I should pay one more visit. So I drove to Sabah Al-Salem Area where I was born… not literally! but we stayed there till my dad sold the house and bought the land that is our house now in Al-Salam Area. Memories of the street, el bara7a, el far3, the mosque and neighbours… and running away from our house to my grandparents house, which was maybe 25 mnts away, with shortcuts of course! cuz I knew them… memories of my grandma walking me back from kindergarten… the Pepsi trucks… I always thought that our neighbour’s name was Omrashid as a one name, but of course it was Om Rashid… memories…
writing this, I decided to create a new category called “memories” in which I talk about the old days… *puts on a very deep wise voice* if we talk about the present and the future, why not talk about the past… *back to regular voice and not happy with the joke and thinks it’s very lame but gonna post it anyway*
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A few days ago I stumbled upon this old Iraqi song, it reminds me of 1990. We were in Ajman in UAE. My mom and grandma used to listen to this song, remember their beloved ones here in Kuwait and sometimes cry… it is a sad song… and me being 7 years old and not fully understanding what was going on, I started crying with them… and that was the last time I ever cried in my life… ok, it wasn’t! but nevertheless, it’s a good song… though I’m not into Arabic stuff, but this brought back memories… the kind of memories that would make you feel safe… oh how innocent childhood was…
The song is titled “Me7tajkom” (I Need You) by Ma7mood Anwar, to download click here
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Do you think anyone reads an sms msg before reading the sender’s name? just to be surprised? hmm…
Denver and Simon
The music I listen to is driving me crazy, specially nowadays… I don’t know why but I’m more sensitive than ever… I’m mainly talking about the lyrics of course… so poetic… so beautiful… so the kind of music that I like…
John Denver’s “The Gift You Are” starts with
“Imagine a month of Sundays
Each one a cloudy day
Imagine the moment the sun came shining through
Imagine that ray of sunshine as you”
It’s just beautiful. Towards the end of the original studio recorded song children join in singing… it just adds music to music…
Denver wrote many many beautiful lyrics with brilliant calm tunes… a perfect combination for my taste… I can never ask for more really…
In “For Baby (For Bobbie)” he sings
“And the wind will whisper your name to me.
Little birds will sing along in time.
Leaves will bow down when you walk by,
And morning bells will chime.”
One of my favorite songs, “Rocky Mountain High” contains this bit
“He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below,
saw everything as far as you can see.
And they say that he got crazy once and that he
tried to touch the sun,
and he lost a friend, but kept the memory.”
John Denver was a modern “Lake Poet” that would fit perfectly among the romantic poets, with his longing to nature in songs such as “Sunshine On My Shoulders” and “I’d Rather Be a Cowboy” in which he beautifully wrote
“I’d rather live on the side of a mountain
Than wander through the canyons of concrete and steel
I’d rather laugh with the rain and sunshine
And lay down my sundown in some starry field”
Denver wrote on of the best songs that concerns the relationship between a singer-songwriter and his instrument in “This Old Guitar”
believe me I can never stop talking about John Denver, but I’m going to… though I don’t think I’ll ever do him justice… but now I’m gonna talk about Paul Simon, what I call the “Robert Frost” of FolkRock music… he was highly influenced by Frost and you can clearly see it his early Simon & Garfunkel songs, he clearly also mentions Frost in “The Dangling Conversation” when he sings
“And you read your Emily Dickinson,
And I my Robert Frost,
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measure what weve lost.
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm,
Couplets out of rhyme,
In syncopated time
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives.”
One of my favorite things he wrote was in “Gumboots,” he says
“It was in the early morning hours
When I fell into a phone call.
Believing I had supernatural powers
I slammed into a brick wall,
I said hey, is this my problem?,
Is this my fault?”
In “I Am a Rock,” a song basically about lonliness, he ends with singing
“I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.”
A perfect example of Simon’s poetic lyrics can be found in “A Poem on the Underground Wall”
What a wonderful place Earth would be if everyone was listening to John Denver and Paul Simon… it’s just magical, I can’t really get most of the music nowadays, either between cathartic screaming stuff or the rap-hip-hop-soul whatever music tradition they are ruining! People need to relax a bit, and yes listen to more simply “good” music… and I know that everthing is relative… uh! I’ve had it with relativity… but hey, it’s relative! isn’t it? that just doesn’t make sense, but sense is relative, isn’t it? God!