Ég skil enganveginn í fólki sem hlustar ekki á Sigur Rós. Tónlistarbesserwisserlegir vinir mínir og félagar hafa bent mér oft og mörgum sinnum á aðrar nýrokksveitir sem eiga að vera heitastir og bestir með mínímalískum póst-módernískum þvergripum og textum sem eru á fornu tungumáli Hittíta spiluðu hægt og sungnu í demónískri fimmtund - og alltaf á þetta að vera bezt og flottazt. Ekkert af þessu er svo mikið sem hár á rassi Sigur Rósar...
mánudagur, nóvember 28, 2005
laugardagur, nóvember 26, 2005
Bob Dylan - Love Is Just A Four-Letter Word
Seems like only yesterday I left my mind behind Down in the Gypsy Cafe With a friend of a friend of mine She sat with a baby heavy on her knee Yet spoke of life most free from slavery With eyes that showed no trace of misery A phrase in connection first with she I heard That love is just a four-letter word Outside a rambling store-front window Cats meowed to the break of day Me, I kept my mouth shut, too To you I had no words to say My experience was limited and underfed You were talking while I hid To the one who was the father of your kid You probably didn't think I did, but I heard You say that love is just a four-letter word I said goodbye unnoticed Pushed towards things in my own games Drifting in and out of lifetimes Unmentionable by name Searching for my double, looking for Complete evaporation to the core Though I tried and failed at finding any door I must have thought that there was nothing more Absurd than that love is just a four-letter word Though I never knew just what you meant When you were speaking to your man I can only think in terms of me And now I understand After waking enough times to think I see The Holy Kiss that's supposed to last eternity Blow up in smoke, its destiny Falls on strangers, travels free Yes, I know now, traps are only set by me And I do not really need to be Assured that love is just a four-letter word | |
Og karlinn gaf þetta ekki einu sinni út... |
fimmtudagur, nóvember 17, 2005
mánudagur, nóvember 14, 2005
Vegna bumbs
Það er víst nýtt klukk að bumba, og skal þá segja frá þremur uppáhaldsdrykkjum og þremur uppáhaldskvöldverðum - Vinur vor Einar hefur kallað þessa yfir heiminn. Ég biðst afsökunar á að hafa verið svo lengi að þessu, Einar, en þú ert nú þekktur fyrir þolinmæði. ;)
Zu trinken:
Zu trinken:
- Ískalt kók. Þegar það rennur niður finnur maður fyrir hálfgerðri brunatilfinningu í maganum og maður man skyndilega eftir því að maður er að torga einhverskonar samþjappaðri vessasúpu satans, sem fyllir magann af rotvarnarefnaóbjóði, leysir upp tennurnar og fyllir þvagblöðruna, en manni er einhvernveginn samt alveg sama og drekkur samt. Áhugavert.
- Brazzi. Á bakvið þetta val er saga. Þegar ég var smámenni hér á tímum risaeðlna, þótti ég mjög stórtækur í matar -og drykkjarneyslu, og benti karl faðir minn mér á að ég mætti ekki þamba eplasafann. Yfirleitt leiða börn svona hluti hjá sér, en í þessu eina tilfelli festist þetta rækilega í mér, og síðan þá hef ég alltaf staupað Brazza eplasafa, og geri það til þessa dags. Þetta þykir mér nógu skemmtilegt í endurliti til að setja drykkinn hér.
- Drykkur númer þrjú er leyndardómur. Múrmeldýri skal fórnað til Bafómets til að komast að því hver hann er.
- Lasagne. Lasagne er byggingarfræðilegt meistaraverk. Öll hönnun þessa ómetanlega neysluklumps er svo stórkostleg að ég tel að hugvit manna hafi hreinlega aldrei fundið upp á öðru eins. Pýramídarnir blikna í samanburði...
- Calzone sem ég fékk í bæ í Amalfi á Ítalíu. Ég hef sjaldan smakkað annað eins. Annað dæmi um ítalskt hugvit, að leggja pítsuna saman! Hvílíkir snillingar.
- Crème Brûlée. Besti eftirréttur heims, og annað dæmi um hugvit í mat. Ókei, hér höfum við búðing. Hvað gerum við? Jú, notum logsuðutæki á hann! Frakkar eru sniðugir.
sunnudagur, nóvember 13, 2005
Bonnie 'Prince' Billy - I See A Darkness
Well, you're my friend
And can you see
Many times we've been out drinking
Many times we've shared our thoughts
But did you ever, ever notice, the kind of thoughts I got
Well you know I have a love, a love for everyone I know
And you know I have a drive, to live I won't let go
But could you see its opposition, comes rising up sometimes
That its dreadful imposition, comes blacking in my mind
And then I see a darkness
And then I see a darkness
And then I see a darkness
And then I see a darkness
Did you know how much I love you
Is there hope that somehow you
Can save me from this darkness
Well I hope that someday buddy
We'll have peace in our lives
Together or apart
Alone or with our wives
And we can stop our whoring
And pull the smiles inside
And light it up forever
And never go to sleep
My best unbeaten brother
This isn't all I see
Oh no, I see a darkness
Oh no, I see a darkness
Oh no, I see a darkness
Oh no, I see a darkness
Did you know how much I love you
Is there hope that somehow you
Can save me from this darkness
Jesús.
And can you see
Many times we've been out drinking
Many times we've shared our thoughts
But did you ever, ever notice, the kind of thoughts I got
Well you know I have a love, a love for everyone I know
And you know I have a drive, to live I won't let go
But could you see its opposition, comes rising up sometimes
That its dreadful imposition, comes blacking in my mind
And then I see a darkness
And then I see a darkness
And then I see a darkness
And then I see a darkness
Did you know how much I love you
Is there hope that somehow you
Can save me from this darkness
Well I hope that someday buddy
We'll have peace in our lives
Together or apart
Alone or with our wives
And we can stop our whoring
And pull the smiles inside
And light it up forever
And never go to sleep
My best unbeaten brother
This isn't all I see
Oh no, I see a darkness
Oh no, I see a darkness
Oh no, I see a darkness
Oh no, I see a darkness
Did you know how much I love you
Is there hope that somehow you
Can save me from this darkness
Jesús.