00:35 pentru suflet

And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, Ill say it clear,
Ill state my case, of which Im certain.

Ive lived a life thats full.
Ive traveled each and evry highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, Ive had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, Im sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.

Ive loved, Ive laughed and cried.
Ive had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!

00:34 25th hour

"Fuck me? Fuck you. Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. No, no, no, no, no. Fuck the panhandlers grubbing for money, smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job. Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. Slow the fuck down! Fuck the Chelsea Boys with their waxed chests and pumped-up biceps, going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jiggling their dicks on my Channel 35! Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speakee English. Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafes, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth,wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from. Fuck the black-hatted Hasidim strolling up and down 34 th Street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff, selling South African apartheid diamonds. Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas-Gordon Gekko wannabe motherfuckers figuring out new ways to rob hardworking people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life.
You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break. Fuck the Puerto Ricans. Twenty to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls. Worst fucking parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dominicans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst ltalians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their Jason Giambi Louisville Slugger baseball bats trying to audition for "The Sopranos." Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their 10$ Balducci artichoke. Verfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart. Fuck the Uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every layup to the hoop, and then they want to turn around and blame everything
on the white man. Slavery ended 146 years ago. Move the fuck on. Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus-violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck J.C. (n.r.: Jesus Christ) He got off easy -- a day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity. Try seven years in fucking Otisville, J. Fuck Osama bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass cave-dwelling fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your 49 whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel-headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal lrish ass. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it, from the row houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho, from the tenements in Alphabet City to the rownstones in Park Slope to the split-levels in Staten lsland, Iet an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, Iet it burn to fucking ash, and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place. No.No. Fuck you!"

compliments of Edward Norton

00:33 Th e B IG Thr33

HELLo!
Stiu ca sunt soldatei undeva , undeva in lumea asta, si sunt mici , cam cat pana la genunchiul meu, si toti poarta casti negre de protectie. si se misca sincron, merg la pas , parca scosi din videoclipurile celor de la pink floyd. si punkistu asta din faţa mea nu poate fi unul dintre ei, ptr ca tu, da , tu Andreeeeeei, tu , ai creasta rosie si nu iti incape casca pe cap de ea.gliuc gliuc gliuc.

sunt blocuri comuniste, albe sau gri, dar mai degraba galbuie dar albite de lumina puternica a soarelui, si sunt simetrice, unul langa altul, o expozitie de putere comunista, jos cu capitalisti parca urla. si ma apropii, iar in fata un scoar larg de flori galbene, crizanteme poate. si deobdata se intrerup ele, si se continua, in stanga mea, aceleasi flori , insa de data asta rosii. si pasesc pe ele sa trec inspre blocuri, dar acum intre ele e zapada. oare cum rezista florile pe zapada asta. plec si de aici.

padurea asta verde imi aduce aminte de Crang. alee ingusta, betonata acum 100 de ani, si neingrijita. totul e verde, copacii de un verde asa de crud. cerul nu se vede de ei , doar eu alunec pe el in continuu. iar frunzele care cad, ajung mov si vinete si albastre pe asfalt. si ma mişc in continuu in linie dreapta , dar la fiecare inflexiune a muzicii, drumul incepe sa coteasca ba in stanga, ba in dreapta, dupa ritmul ei. pare haotic dar dezordinea asta e ordonata dupa niste legi stiute doar de ea.si de aici plec.

si asta imi aduce aminte de multe.

00:32 ce trip...

uiii

00:31 saving us

Why do we sit around and break each other’s hearts tonight?
Why do we dance around the issues ’till the morning light?
When we sit and talk and tear each other’s lives apart.
You were the one to tell me go...

But you were the one for me,
And now you’re going through the door,
When you take that step I love you baby more and more,
We need to laugh and sing and cry and warm each other’s hearts tonight,
Observing the fun of everything and loving all our mother god...

Tearing us,
You’re tearing us,
You’re breaking us,
You’re breaking us,
You’re killing us,
killing us,
You’re saving us,
You’re saving us...

You’re tearing us,
You’re tearing us,
You’re breaking us,
Breaking us,
You’re killing us,
Killing us,
You’re saving us...

Why do we sit around and break each other’s hearts tonight?
Why do we dance around the issues ’till the morning light?
When we sit and talk and tear each other’s lives apart.
You were the one to tell me go...

But you were the one for me,
And now you’re going through the door,
When you take that step I love you baby more and more,
We need to laugh and sing and cry and warm each other’s hearts tonight,
Observing the fun of everything and loving all our mother god...

You’re tearing us,
You’re tearing us,
You’re breaking us,
You’re breaking us,
You’re killing us,
Killing us,
You’re saving us...
Ohhhhh...
Ohhhhh...
Forever alive,
Forever alive,
Forever,
Forever...
Forever alive,
Forever alive,
Forever,
And never and ever again...
You’re tearing us,
You’re tearing us,
You’re breaking us,
You’re breaking us,
You’re killing us,
Killing us,

You’re saving us,
Forever alive, forever alive
forever, forever
Forever alive, forever alive, forever
Never and ever again

S.T.

00:30 The BIG Ouuuuuh !

Banala camera imbracata in alb
cu fumul negru ce pluteste vag,
noi contemplam cu o tigara
cum o sa rupem corzi de la vioara.
Un bi-unicorn ne deranjeaza
in oglinda cum se aranjeaza
cu coama lui cea verde
de atata fum nu se mai vede.
Pitici ne cer macar un foc
pe jos de ei nu mai e loc,
iar rusi ne invadeaza iara
ripostam, da' mai pe seara.
Am vrut sa jucam table
dar am pierdut nebunu,
nici sah nu am jucat,
zaruri erau doar unu.
Asa ca aprindem lumina
si noi ne stingem greu
tigara, bate-o vina,
acelasi final, mereu.