Happy birthday P!

I wish you to be happy with your life,
allways feel that you would like to do much more,
dream big and find your dreams,
grow big and let yourself be found
and have a nice cake
and tomatoes and chicken ;)
and give a kiss to your Mom
(Yes, I heard then menu)

It's worth a post: singing

I mentioned our talk to A. who said that I DO sing when I prepare food for ex. but he doesn't mind at all.
But he does sing also when it's ski jumps (Planicaaaaa, planicaaaa). And when he is in good mood, which is funny, I sing in the bath when I'm blue.
In the car it's funny in the summer - when they forget the window :D (Kocsiba be ablakot le :S)
I do sing, it makes me happy. I think its a therapy. It dissolves stress surprisingly quickly. But who has the idea to sing when shouting?
Lynx has private homework to translate all to tarelle - if is interested.
On plant physiology lab we sang Harom darab citromt veszek and Avanti poppolo.
We didn't fail, I don't know why.

What did you sing in wierd situations?

Extremely strange ad

Seen on Facebook. I dare not imagine the kind of "High Paying Jobs".

Post fight, busy night.

Well this gets into a post fight, now! So good!

I got a little story to tell you guys here
It starts like this
I go to this Tate Gallery
Actually it's not a gallery, it's more like a museum
Like the MoMA on 53rd Street or something
You know, the MoMa, it's a nice place, but in this case
We're not talking about the MoMa

Well, I walk in
I'm with this guy, a friend of mine
And we're talking
And you know who we get to talk to?
We just met Laura
The problem is
I can't make out what she's saying
'Cause she comes from there
Up there in the North
A place called Doncaster
Still... We keep talking to Laura

(Chorus)
Are we up for a drink?
I can see no thing else 'round here
Are we up for a drink?
Are we up for a drink?
I can see no thing else 'round here
Are we up for a drink?
Are we up for a drink?
Are we up for a drink?

Now, looking at my empty glass with no wine left
I slowly seem to realize
He's eying this girl on the sofa
And that's actually Laura
Lovely Laura, lovely fella
It's the girl he's after
That's his aim, that's his game

So we're going nagedinag, he goes ragidirag
I go flipfloppyto and “How about you?”
And what they want – O, I can make out
So I try to help, but it's not that hard
Let's go to my place, let's leave this bar, with the girl
Let's get the motherfucking shit out
Wanna get a dinner in my home?
That's what you want?

Are we up for a meal?
I can see no thing else 'round here
Are we up for a meal?
Are we up for a meal?
I can see no thing else 'round here
Are we up for a meal?
Are we up for a meal?
Are we up for a meal?

So now we're all in my place
And it's eleven thirty or even later
And we're cooking something not quite light
So we just drinking
So we just talking about people and places
So we just stay there in me dining room
Talking to Laura
Some jokes I don't understand
Some cigar - some music
And he's looking at the girl on the sofa all the time
So I'm asking myself
What should I do with them?
I got this big sofa bed we could open for you guys to crash on
There was this beer
And it'd always come up to my brain
And we're just drinking
And we've been having good time
We got knocked out
I don't know what happened to them after that
I was already gone to my bed

Something glad was gonna happen
Something bright was gonna happen

Yeah, you've quite understood, but they are grown-ups, right?

Did they sleep very long?
I can see no real reason here
Did they sleep very long?
Did they sleep very long?
I can see no real reason here
Did they sleep very long?
Did they sleep very long?
Did they sleep very long?

Ohhhh
Yeeeah

On the next morning we're having breakfast at eight
When my flatmate's coming in like that - "look at that!"
What's he saying?
Nothing. But once they've gone
He comes to me and asks:
"Did you know these guys?"

"Just met them in the tube" - I answer - "why?"

"Oh, ok, I thought you might have met them at the Museum"
"Well, no. In the Tube."

Discover Torpedo Boyz!

Ok let me just tell you this : the story is absolutely true. Final dialog included. Now for the framing text, you'll appreciate that, I'm sure:

Why was I blessed with this rage

Discover Morcheeba!

Happy new week to you all!

Rock is not dead

here you go - I really wanted to get my xmas present, but now I am too late :(

Anyway, today I'll talk to you about the greatest thing in the seventies (even if most of them actually started in the sixties, but hey): rock music. I've been watching a bbc-serie recently (more about that soon) and it has a really good soundtrack, which made me re-listen to many on my favourites and look for new ones, which means here is a selection of top-class jumpy music!

Let's start with some smooth, pshychedelic rock: my all-time favourites, Pink Floyd or a tribute to nanaimo (and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas ;-) ) : Jefferson Airplane. And there is no post on the seventies without Sister Morphine.

But hey, let's hear some real rock-stuff: turn up the volume, get a drink and loosen your hair for Creedence Clearwater (or kredenc, as my father refers to them), The Who, Rolling Stones, Doors, or Led Zeppelin (no available songs thanks to Warner Music).

OK, let's finish our session with some glam-rock: the No1 jumping tune: Jean Genie and a classic T-Rex. Now, let's cool down with Life on Mars! (Space oddity is an extra, only of you have somebody to dance a slow with).

I have obviously left out loads of good stuff - who else shouldn't I have ?

Sail on

Where are you, my friends?
Is our site dead?
I send you a song from someone who never dies. Here are the lyrics.
And, silver girls and boys, I mean it.