17.04.2014 в 21:33

Пишет  weirdweird:

Once upon a time
there was a young fellow named Charles
who fell in love with a girl.
      her eyes were bright,
      her hair was fair,
      her voice was sweet -
           but she didn't love Charles back.
                and he suffered.
so he went to his friend, who was a doctor, and said:
     "why don't you part
     me with my heart,
     my friend?
     i hurt, i ache,
     i want the pain
     to end".
          and his friend, who was a doctor,
               opened his chest
               and took out his heart,
               and having no rest
               for a day and a night
               he sewed and he cut
               he sewed and he cut.
at dawn of the other day
     he went to his friend, who was a blacksmith, and said:
          "oh forge, oh forge,
          so in one big gorge
          in one big glut
          Charles can get his new
          metallic heart
          to live again,
          to feel no pain -
          strike while the iron is hot!"
               and his friend, who was a blacksmith,
                    took the hammer of his.
                    for a night and a day
                    he forged and he steeled
                    he forged and he steeled.
                    for a night and a day
                    the young fellow lay
                    as cold and as pale
                    as if he'd passed away.
at sunset of the third day
     the doctor came back home
          put the iron heart in place
               and sewed Charles' chest up
               embroidered it smartly -
               oh, how smart!
               in silk and in silver
               in gold and in lace -
               and the iron heart
               started beating hard
               and reddenned Charles' pale face.

"God bless you,
dearest of friends", -
said Charles at parting one.
"my faithful friend,
beloved friend,
i will not ever feel this pain,
i will not ever hurt again,
i will since now in peace remain", -
he said.
     he smiled and went away.

the next day Eric came.


*я давно придумала историю о том, как Чарльз несчастно влюбился и попросил кого-нибудь из тех, кто делал Логану скелет из адамантия выковать ему железное сердце. а потом пришел Эрик.
она особенно нравится мне сейчас, когда я читаю английские стихи сибил, а идея месяц лежала у меня в черновиках в одной записи с шуточкой про брейкинг бэд и уайльда.
на самом деле, я хотела нарисовать все это, но на моей последней картинке - той, где чарторыйский дарит маленькому николаю диск дип перпл - чарторыйский вышел таким же плоским, как диск, и у меня приступ бессилия по этому поводу.

strike while the iron is hot! - прямо-таки "куй железо, пока горячо".
а у слова smart, как я неожиданно для себя выяснила, кроме разнообразных положительных значений, есть значение "острый", или "сильный", или "жгучий", когда говорят о боли. то есть embroidered it smartly - это еще "расшил", а следующая строчка уже и "ах, как красиво/нарядно/проворно", и "ах, как больно".

еще здесь есть ссылка на сайт автора фотографии, потому что так вежливо, но лучше туда не ходить, при всей моей нежной любви к вывернутым рукам, ибо ту мач.

URL записи

@музыка: Led Zeppelin - Lemon Song

@настроение: out-of-breath

@темы: delicatessen, bookworm

"The best songs could be written on a out of tune piano", Ray Davies



more hand-porn.

@музыка: Ray Davies - Imaginary Man

@настроение: he reads my mind, or I his

@темы: musique, The Kinks, Красата., All I can do is be me, whoever that is

@музыка: The Kinks - Strangers

@настроение: i'm gonna miss you, my silly little sod.

@темы: The Kinks, стихоплетение

UPD: Рэй Дэвис на семьдесят первом году жизни зачастил с ролевыми играми: он - бедный уэльский рабочий, а его баба - Маргарет Тэтчер. К слову, его пожилая герлфрэнд трехлетней давности, действительно похожа на our fucked up old hag.
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Джимми Пейдж и его прерафаэлитский диван.



И еще - Jimmy Page comes in through the our door. And he is Robert Plant's backdoor man, if you know what I mean.


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Oh my. It's kinda the sloppiest couple ever.





Pete the Mouse.


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50 shades of Jimmy Page.


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Poor scary old Roger.

Pete Townshend: «The UFO was a very friendly place, unless you happened to run into Roger Waters. I'm joking. He was friendly enough, but he was extremely scary looking and rather too keen on Karen for my liking. But a lot of men were».

@музыка: Dave Davies - Where Do You Come From

@настроение: agile.

@темы: musique, Pink Floyd, The Who, The Kinks, Красата., gingerbread man, Led Zeppelin

WTF уже месяц, как завершилась, что не мешает мне запоздало говорить thank you, тем нескольким людям, которые закрывал выкладки, писали, рисовали, словом, гробили свое время и силы, пока жизнь проносилась где-то за экранами их лэптопов. Словом, гайз, это было здорово, спасибо, за такую отличную команду.



И вот такие прекрасные ачивочки я, пожалуй, заберу себе.







Нет, я понимаю. что это не Уотерс, а Led Zeppelin, но во-первых, тематика песни, как бы соответствует, а во-вторых, Led Zeppelin еще никогда никому не мешал.


Прослушать или скачать Led Zeppelin Thank You бесплатно на Простоплеер

@музыка: Led Zeppelin - Thank You

@настроение: sleepy.

@темы: Pink Floyd, Ulysses, gingerbread man

@музыка: George Harrison, Bob Dylan - Yesterday

@настроение: agile.

@темы: musique, The Beatles, Bob Dylan

@музыка: The Kinks - Days

@настроение: peaceful.

@темы: musique, The Kinks, All I can do is be me, whoever that is, My Private Mulholland Drive, bookworm

@музыка: The Kinks - Nine To Five

@настроение: shitty.

@темы: Семейный портрет в интерьере, shoeshine

Dear Ray,
I am writing to you this letter because I simply can't find the way in the situation I am now permanently stuck in. I am not just simply feeling lost, I am physically worn out from the day I started reading your memoirs. I can't sleep more than nine hours on my only week-end days - I wake up with your songs in my head and start thinking about the bunch of various, useless things and I just can't help myself from doing it. I walk a lot. Especially at night. I walk and walk and walk and listen to your music and try not to lose my senses and not to collapse. I lost interest in art. I don't find cinema that fulfilling as I did. And that's a catastrophe for me because my most dating dream is to become a film director. Books don't tempt me not even to read them by to buy them in the stores. I find education not beneficial for anyone and particularly for me at all. And I can't write. Everything I write doesn't satisfy me - neither prose nor poetry, and that is the worst part. I try and try and try and only waste time and storage on my tablet. As if I was a nimphonaniac who simply lost her ability to have orgasm but she still fucks and fucks and fucks with everyone. I feel like you are fucking me actually. Like you are raping me in the slyest and the most obscene manner and I cry and moan out of disgust and pain but you do not stop. Because there is a side of me who absolutely loves it and like a puppy waves her tail every time you touches me. "He touched her perfect body with his mind", that's what Leonard Cohen writes and sings about but it is nothing like us. My body is not perfect and you a dirty and selfish and contagious bugger. Did you make me ill or did you make me realise how ill I am? Probably both. Another issue is that I even can't hate you. I can hate R.W. who brought so much clarity to my life but now you who on the contrary messed my head and left me in this confused and deranged state of mind. I even can't finish your book - the last 100 words serve me as a guarantee of your presence in my life, my head and my hands, as the only connection between you and me that I've ever had. I am so terrified of the prospect of you cheating on me again at the end of the book, of you leaving me even more dazed and twisted, of me being even more lost and lonesome. Please, be gentle to me. Please, give the answer and the way from that maze of both your and my heads that you dragged me in. Did I want you to do this? It doesn't matter, I let you to do with me anything you liked and you disfigured me like I am a weak child. Please, please, please, don't let me down again. I am so scared.
Yours sincerely,
Sibyl "Death Of A Clown" Vane

@музыка: The bloody Kinks.

@настроение: unimprovable.

@темы: The Kinks, И смутился дьявол, и увидел, как ужасно добро... (с), All I can do is be me, whoever that is, bookworm

@музыка: Led Zeppelin - The Song Remains The Same

@настроение: relaxed at last.

@темы: musique, The Kinks, limelight, Memory of a free festival, bookworm, Led Zeppelin