2011. július 28., csütörtök


I am not sure if my favorite type of music is either jazz, blues, or gipsy music. The following is a mixture of this three... and I liked it -live.

the sound of

Thanks to petruska andras for the performance which I had a connection with.

2011. július 20., szerda

2011. július 18., hétfő


From start to cold, new to old, brave to bold, paid to sold
Fresh to crust, still to rust, sure to must, Skin to dust
Gas to fire, phone to wire, played to hire, claim to flier
Head to hat, tape to that, tells a cat, snares a slack
Red to pink, plate to zinc smells a stink, edge to brink
Paid to waltz, shops the malls, tops the talls, pops the collars
Stomps it out, puff to pout, in to out, rain to drought
Shout to scream, sleep to dream, split to seam, unless you want me


2011. július 15., péntek

sometimes words have two meanings

Remembering a loved one.

And the forests will echo with laughter...

Message: Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run. There's still time to change the road you're on.

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.

2011. július 10., vasárnap

2011. július 9., szombat

2011. július 3., vasárnap

hands in the air like it's good to be: ALIVE

Dear Danielle, I wish you a very very happy day...week...month...year...life!

I really do miss our 'fundays'. I'd be really happy if you decided to visit Europe, Hungary, Budapest, Anna :)

And this song reminds me to you at all times:

I can do anything that I want cuz, look:

I can keep rhythm with no metronome
I can see your face on the telephone