I hear your winter I hear your rain I've failed your summer ways And I feel no pain
I hear what you want And I feel that way I hear what you want And I feel that way
I hear you fade away And I hear you crawl I gave my life away And I feel no pain And I feel no pain And I feel no pain And I feel your pain
And she was my lover so sweet And she was my angel And what I've recovered of me I put into a box underneath my bed
When you lie in your bed And you lie to yourself When you lie in your bed And you lie to yourself Lie Lie
Bang bang your dead hole in your head Bang bang your dead hole in your head Bang bang your dead hole in your head Bang bang your dead hole in your head
I hear what you want And I feel that way I hear what you want And I feel that way
To the center of the earth Or anywhere god decides Full of fever pulling forth We hear our call as all To the center of the earth As if written in DNA is reaching out To your frequency I want to live Don't want to die I want to live I want to try All in prayer Prayer in all All are scared Scared of all Black rooms are calling To men in leather coats White labs are cooking up the silver ghost The glass migrates under her translucent skin And all the spiders wonder what we've got us in All is you You are all All with you You in all I want to live I don't want to die I want to live I want to try
So beats the final coda Of a vintl storm One more cherry cola to lift up her dead arms A dream of sot focus sunsets filters thru the din We are losing contact as she dials it in She can hear glass calling Or is it someone that looks like him She eyes tv reflection and nods a knowing look She says it doesn't matter She never liked her looks I have seen a thousand fractures I have seen everything Cause knowing is it's own answer Love something in a book There's not much left to ponder Not much left to cook As she counted the spiders As they crawled up inside her As she counted the spiders As they crawled up inside her
Al' k'o je "God" u Corganovom svijetu? Glass??? Ko je Glass, onda? June? Ili njen dreamsuperalteregopartner??? :))))) U onom intervju shto nam 'L izdilla (opam, josh jedno duplo slovo u nashem jeziku) nam Billy pricha prichu o tome. Al'mi je josh uvijek nejasno kako vezje June sa Glass (a mislim da je neka konekcija neophodna radi cjeline). Ja mislim da Corgan ima platonsku, tajnu, jednostranu al' strasnu ljubav prema Haraway a mozhda chak i prema Bruno Latour, Fereidoun M. Esfandiary aka FM-2030. U njoj vidi June kao feministu a u njima June kao futuristichko ogledalo chovjechanstva - Je'l Corgan onda Glass - "Staklo" kao slika ogledala bez odraza (My reflection, dirty mirror, no connection to myslef). Emtyness i Godliness dolaze kao atributi u istoj pjesmi i srechu se u istoj misli. Jel' "God" prazan kao shto je prazno ogledalo - "Staklo". Jel' "God" zero - sharena nishta - Jel' "God" u Corganovom svijetu on sam???
Da zakomplikujem malo... Ko je gledao one animacije mogao je primjetiti da je 2000-te godine Zero razbio ogledalo (7 godina nesrece). Ako povezem to s tim da su pumpkinsi prestali svirati 2000-te da bi se ponovo aktivirali 2007-e zapitam se da li je toliko lud da je sve radio planski.
E, haj' povezhi ovo! MC & IS album je izashao '95, jel' tako!? na njemu pjesmica jellybelly kazhe:
Jellybelly
Welcome to nowhere fast Nothing here ever lasts Nothing but memories Of what never was We're nowhere, we're nowhere, we're nowhere to be Nowhere, we're nowhere, we're nowhere to see Living makes me sick So sick I wish I'd die Down in the belly of the beast I can't lie You're nowhere, you're nowhere, you're nowhere to be Nowhere, you're nowhere, you're nowhere to see There's nothing left to do There's nothing left to feel Doesn't matter what you want, so To make yourself feel better You make it so you'll never Give in to your forevers And live for always And forever, forever, you're forever to be Forever, forever, you're forever to me
Eh, sad obrati pazhnju na stih: "Living makes me sick So sick I wish I'd die Down in the belly of the beast I can't lie". Pet godina prije tog tonskog zapisa ima jedan literarni zapis koji ide ovako:
"What I was trying to do in the Cyborg piece [...] is to locate myself and us in the belly of the monster, in a techno-strategic discourse within a heavily militarized technology. technology has determined what counts as our own bodies in crucial ways - for example, the way molecular biology had developed. According to the Human Genome Project, for example, we become a particular kind of text which can be reduced to code fragments banked in transnational data storage systems and redistributed in all sorts of ways that fundamentally affect reproduction and labor and life chances and so on. At an extremely deep level, nature for us has been reconstructed in the belly of a heavily militarized, communications-system based technoscience in its late capitalist and imperialist forms. How can one imagine contesting for nature from that position? Is there anything other than a despairing location? And, in some perverse sence which, I think, comes from the masochism I learned as Catholic, there's always the desire to want to work from the most dangerous place, to not locate oneself outside but inside the belly of the monster."
(Penley, Ross & Haraway, from "Cyborgs at Large: Interview with Donna Haraway", 1990).
Eh sad, ova retorika "inside the belly of the beast" se vuche josh od vremena Biblije i starog zavjeta - gdje Jonah se nashao u stomaku "kita" odakle je spashen milosrdjem bozhijim - pa sve do danas gdje se koristi kao slikovit opis stanja u po' kijameta. Ali mi se chini da Corgan & Haraway imaju vishe zajednichkih nazivnika od toga. Shto mi se chini da je politichki podtekst njegove artistichki poetske poruke mi se nekako pravo puno slaze sa Harawayovom militantno direktnim paroliranjem. On kazhe: "Living makes me sick So sick I wish I'd die" i u mojim ushima je to vapaj pod pritiskom militarnokapitalistichke industrijalne chizme, otprilike neshto u stilu sa ovim shto Haraway naglaba. Mozhda je koincidencija, mozhda je moja interpretacija ovdje izrazito selektivna - ali su podudaranja neosporiva. :))) Ha, shta velish, umjetnost i nauka - granice su mutne, zar nisu?
hehehe, vezano za tvoj pitanje gore - meni je interesantnije da si ti to povezao:)))) I moj odgovor na tvoje pitanje je moje pitanje: "Mozhda je koincidencija, mozhda je moja interpretacija ovdje izrazito selektivna - ali su podudaranja neosporiva [...]granice su mutne, zar nisu?". :))))
Reche 'L nedavno "Spooky" e ja bih sada rekao Scary :)))) Koje granice...? Nisu vise ni mutne. Ti ides i sve ih redom brises! :)
Ovo ti je ono, sto se Zlaja nasalio kada smo komentarisali "Under Pressure" fotografiju, "dijete samo hoce sladoled" - sta tu pametujete. E tako je Corgan mozda mislio u stvari "Living makes me sick, So sick I wish I'd die" kada je rekao "Living makes me sick, So sick I wish I'd die". Ne bi bio ni prvi ni zadnji, zar ne?
Ali kao sto to jedan naucnik (pjesnik?) rece: "Mozhda je koincidencija, mozhda je moja interpretacija ovdje izrazito selektivna - ali su podudaranja neosporiva".
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Ko je rekao "Silver"?
SILVERFUCK
I hear your winter
I hear your rain
I've failed your summer ways
And I feel no pain
I hear what you want
And I feel that way
I hear what you want
And I feel that way
I hear you fade away
And I hear you crawl
I gave my life away
And I feel no pain
And I feel no pain
And I feel no pain
And I feel your pain
And she was my lover so sweet
And she was my angel
And what I've recovered of me
I put into a box underneath my bed
When you lie in your bed
And you lie to yourself
When you lie in your bed
And you lie to yourself
Lie
Lie
Bang bang your dead hole in your head
Bang bang your dead hole in your head
Bang bang your dead hole in your head
Bang bang your dead hole in your head
I hear what you want
And I feel that way
I hear what you want
And I feel that way
(This take, don't give a fuck)
SMASHING PUMPKINS
ili
GLASS AND THE GHOST CHILDREN
To the center of the earth
Or anywhere god decides
Full of fever pulling forth
We hear our call as all
To the center of the earth
As if written in
DNA is reaching out
To your frequency
I want to live
Don't want to die
I want to live
I want to try
All in prayer
Prayer in all
All are scared
Scared of all
Black rooms are calling
To men in leather coats
White labs are cooking up the silver ghost
The glass migrates under her translucent skin
And all the spiders wonder what we've got us in
All is you
You are all
All with you
You in all
I want to live
I don't want to die
I want to live
I want to try
So beats the final coda
Of a vintl storm
One more cherry cola to lift up her dead arms
A dream of sot focus sunsets filters thru the din
We are losing contact as she dials it in
She can hear glass calling
Or is it someone that looks like him
She eyes tv reflection and nods a knowing look
She says it doesn't matter
She never liked her looks
I have seen a thousand fractures
I have seen everything
Cause knowing is it's own answer
Love something in a book
There's not much left to ponder
Not much left to cook
As she counted the spiders
As they crawled up inside her
As she counted the spiders
As they crawled up inside her
SMASHING PUMPKINS
Ja sam za ovu drugu - wow!!!
"White labs are cooking up the silver ghost"
Shta bi Donna Haraway rekla?
Znas sta bi rekla? Rekla bi:
"Machines Of God"
Garant!
Al' k'o je "God" u Corganovom svijetu? Glass???
Ko je Glass, onda? June? Ili njen dreamsuperalteregopartner???
:))))) U onom intervju shto nam 'L izdilla (opam, josh jedno duplo slovo u nashem jeziku) nam Billy pricha prichu o tome. Al'mi je josh uvijek nejasno kako vezje June sa Glass (a mislim da je neka konekcija neophodna radi cjeline). Ja mislim da Corgan ima platonsku, tajnu, jednostranu al' strasnu ljubav prema Haraway a mozhda chak i prema Bruno Latour, Fereidoun M. Esfandiary aka FM-2030. U njoj vidi June kao feministu a u njima June kao futuristichko ogledalo chovjechanstva - Je'l Corgan onda Glass - "Staklo" kao slika ogledala bez odraza (My reflection, dirty mirror, no connection to myslef). Emtyness i Godliness dolaze kao atributi u istoj pjesmi i srechu se u istoj misli. Jel' "God" prazan kao shto je prazno ogledalo - "Staklo". Jel' "God" zero - sharena nishta - Jel' "God" u Corganovom svijetu on sam???
Da zakomplikujem malo...
Ko je gledao one animacije mogao je primjetiti da je 2000-te godine Zero razbio ogledalo (7 godina nesrece).
Ako povezem to s tim da su pumpkinsi prestali svirati 2000-te da bi se ponovo aktivirali 2007-e zapitam se da li je toliko lud da je sve radio planski.
E, haj' povezhi ovo! MC & IS album je izashao '95, jel' tako!? na njemu pjesmica jellybelly kazhe:
Jellybelly
Welcome to nowhere fast
Nothing here ever lasts
Nothing
but memories
Of what never was
We're nowhere, we're nowhere, we're nowhere to be
Nowhere, we're nowhere, we're nowhere to see
Living makes me sick
So sick I wish I'd die
Down in the belly of the beast
I can't lie
You're nowhere, you're nowhere, you're nowhere to be
Nowhere, you're nowhere, you're nowhere to see
There's nothing left to do
There's nothing left to feel
Doesn't matter what you want, so
To make yourself feel better
You make it so you'll never
Give in to your forevers
And live for always
And forever, forever, you're forever to be
Forever, forever, you're forever to me
Eh, sad obrati pazhnju na stih: "Living makes me sick
So sick I wish I'd die
Down in the belly of the beast
I can't lie". Pet godina prije tog tonskog zapisa ima jedan literarni zapis koji ide ovako:
"What I was trying to do in the Cyborg piece [...] is to locate myself and us in the belly of the monster, in a techno-strategic discourse within a heavily militarized technology. technology has determined what counts as our own bodies in crucial ways - for example, the way molecular biology had developed. According to the Human Genome Project, for example, we become a particular kind of text which can be reduced to code fragments banked in transnational data storage systems and redistributed in all sorts of ways that fundamentally affect reproduction and labor and life chances and so on. At an extremely deep level, nature for us has been reconstructed in the belly of a heavily militarized, communications-system based technoscience in its late capitalist and imperialist forms. How can one imagine contesting for nature from that position? Is there anything other than a despairing location? And, in some perverse sence which, I think, comes from the masochism I learned as Catholic, there's always the desire to want to work from the most dangerous place, to not locate oneself outside but inside the belly of the monster."
(Penley, Ross & Haraway, from "Cyborgs at Large: Interview with Donna Haraway", 1990).
Eh sad, ova retorika "inside the belly of the beast" se vuche josh od vremena Biblije i starog zavjeta - gdje Jonah se nashao u stomaku "kita" odakle je spashen milosrdjem bozhijim - pa sve do danas gdje se koristi kao slikovit opis stanja u po' kijameta. Ali mi se chini da Corgan & Haraway imaju vishe zajednichkih nazivnika od toga. Shto mi se chini da je politichki podtekst njegove artistichki poetske poruke mi se nekako pravo puno slaze sa Harawayovom militantno direktnim paroliranjem. On kazhe: "Living makes me sick So sick I wish I'd die" i u mojim ushima je to vapaj pod pritiskom militarnokapitalistichke industrijalne chizme, otprilike neshto u stilu sa ovim shto Haraway naglaba. Mozhda je koincidencija, mozhda je moja interpretacija ovdje izrazito selektivna - ali su podudaranja neosporiva.
:))) Ha, shta velish, umjetnost i nauka - granice su mutne, zar nisu?
hehehe, vezano za tvoj pitanje gore - meni je interesantnije da si ti to povezao:)))) I moj odgovor na tvoje pitanje je moje pitanje: "Mozhda je koincidencija, mozhda je moja interpretacija ovdje izrazito selektivna - ali su podudaranja neosporiva [...]granice su mutne, zar nisu?".
:))))
Reche 'L nedavno "Spooky" e ja bih sada rekao Scary :))))
Koje granice...? Nisu vise ni mutne. Ti ides i sve ih redom brises!
:)
Ovo ti je ono, sto se Zlaja nasalio kada smo komentarisali "Under Pressure" fotografiju, "dijete samo hoce sladoled" - sta tu pametujete.
E tako je Corgan mozda mislio u stvari "Living makes me sick, So sick I wish I'd die" kada je rekao "Living makes me sick, So sick I wish I'd die". Ne bi bio ni prvi ni zadnji, zar ne?
Ali kao sto to jedan naucnik (pjesnik?) rece: "Mozhda je koincidencija, mozhda je moja interpretacija ovdje izrazito selektivna - ali su podudaranja neosporiva".
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