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23,
02:33,
2008-04-17 15:06:18
Description: The Breeders are an American rock band, formed in 1977 as a folk rock duo featuring twin sisters Kim and Kelley Deal of Dayton, Ohio which played country covers at truck stops and bars and dissipated (More) The Breeders are an American rock band, formed in 1977 as a folk rock duo featuring twin sisters Kim and Kelley Deal of Dayton, Ohio which played country covers at truck stops and bars and dissipated in the early 80's, only to be revived as a side project in 1988 for Kim, who by then was playing bass for Pixies, and Tanya Donelly of Throwing Muses. After those original bands became less active, The Breeders became more important to both artists. A tape recording of their original demos with drummer Mickey Bones and violinist Carrie Bradley was sent to Ivo Watts-Russell, who immediately signed the band to his 4AD label in 1989. Their debut album, Pod, was recorded by Steve Albini in Edinburgh, and was released on 4AD in 1990. Albini has stated that it is the one album on which he felt he got both the best sound for a band, and the best performance from a band. Deal's influence on the album is obvious, but bassist Josephine Wiggs and Slint drummer Britt Walford (credited here as "Shannon Doughton") add to the ensemble sound. By the release of the four-song EP Safari in 1992, Pixies had disbanded, and Kim Deal enlisted her twin sister Kelley to play guitar for the Breeders. Donelly exited the band to form Belly, and drummer Jim MacPherson joined in time for Last Splash in 1993. The album spawned the hit "Cannonball". "Cannonball" made it to #2 on the Billboard Modern Rock Charts, and the album "Last Splash" was certified Platinum thereafter. The band opened for Nirvana on what would turn out to be its last tour in 1993-1994. In 1995, Kelley Deal was involved in a drug bust, so sister Kim formed the side project The Amps with MacPherson, bassist Luis Lerma (member of the Dayton, Ohio band The Tasties) and guitarist Nate Farley, who later joined Guided by Voices. The Amps released the album Pacer in October 1995. Following drug rehab, Kelley started the Kelley Deal 6000 and also formed the unlikely Last Hard Men with Skid Row singer Sebastian Bach, ex-Smashing Pumpkins drummer Jimmy Chamberlin, and Jimmy Flemion of The Frogs. Rumors of Kim Deal reuniting with the original band continued to circulate in the 90s, although the only material to surface was a cover of "Collage," recorded for The Mod Squad soundtrack in 1999. The Deal sisters recruited new personnel to play several live shows in 2001, and returned to the studio with guitarist Richard Presley, bass player Mando Lopez and drummer Jose Medeles to record the third Breeders studio album Title TK with Steve Albini. The Breeders were also recruited, in early 2002, to perform in an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. They were approached by the production staff, after they had been performing the show's theme, originally written by Nerf Herder, as a regular part of their concert set. The episode is entitled Him, and aired November 5, 2002. (Less) Channel: 123video
23,
04:45,
2008-04-22 09:23:48
Description: It was my first expirience with Adobe Premiere and digital camcoder. 2004 year. Video illustration to poem of N. Gumilev who was a renowned Russian poet of the beginning of the 20th century, the (More) It was my first expirience with Adobe Premiere and digital camcoder. 2004 year. Video illustration to poem of N. Gumilev who was a renowned Russian poet of the beginning of the 20th century, the Silver Age of Russian poetry. Translation from Russian: Pavel Kochev. ---------- We climbed up the mountain ridge so far above the eagle's nest The evening dropped its golden robe and laid it down in the west In the sky the stars begun to sparkle; from below came darkness of azure Muse you are in feverish tremble The gaze is burning and your curls a mess What's happening to you? The riddles are solved We have untangled this puzzling net Calm down Muse, to sing a voice is needed clear like brass With the voice so deep and crystal clear Glory to the pyramid-like poplars me and you will now sing Glory to the rivers shining gold To the rosy trees and almond And all that we observe together New world like a girl innocent Who will spill virginal blood? Who by screeching of the saws, as by a wine goblet will mesmerize yet empty forest With the sharp plow slit this new land and will pay with suffering for love? I know! Heart of girls is void of passion Nobody will torture like them A little light of swamps will poison darkness Unclear noise will wrap a soul in fog A dangerous jaguar will creep to your dwellings victor A cry... a movement... and will sink in an abyss that has less stars than a night of the North a gaze which has seen too much Here love carries with itself an illness Here plants are covers for sweet poison And the Gods converse about the blood To no avail! The will of men Could not be barred by poison nor by gods At the bottoms of the caves, at the shores of quiet rivers, at the thickets and the ditches Everywhere, everywhere close and far Human conversations are to sing and pass Rise up the curtain of the bygone time Be blown away the magic of twilight! Every fallen is to be revenged by a force of a return impact The call of freedom here will Washington proclaim and swift as lightning will pass Pizarro A girl who used to play with fate Will become a tender wife Dear co-partner in work Waterfalls with icy foam Islets forgotten in swamps for the spiritual life you will awake! One by one the towns will appear there children's laughter is to splash; and granddads begin calm conversations remembering past times But the daring madmen, those will leave for places where the banner of freedom hasn't yet flown Because their god is a god of unfaithfulness! A traveler, he is walking over starry sowing Every moment seeking transformations The whiteness of his naked knees, Sigh, which sounds like a sunny song Are dreamt about only by angels and virgins Strange god, unfamiliar with evil Honest as a flying arrow Rejecting equally a circle or a corner Slim god with the soul drunk on dreams With light and swift steps Walking far and far away, over the worlds You voice, oh Muse is like a horn, - That horn is your relation, jolly god! Those lips of a pink coral You have once kissed in the sky You have already touched those legs With their shade of a pale opal Name us his commandment Give us a sign that you came from there Till now every messenger was Judas We are tired. We are so thirsty for a miracle We are thirsty for the true love Be like god: walk, fly, swim! (Less) Channel: youtube
45,
03:38,
2007-07-14 03:34:25
Description: Cunnin Lynguists feat. Masta Ace - Seasons
Dunno if there right lyrics comment me if there wrong in some places. =]
[Intro]
One two
It's Masta Ace, Cunninlyguists
We about to get into the (More) Cunnin Lynguists feat. Masta Ace - Seasons
Dunno if there right lyrics comment me if there wrong in some places. =]
[Intro]
One two
It's Masta Ace, Cunninlyguists
We about to get into the seasons
The seasons of hip hop
How we gonna start it?
[Masta Ace]
As we spring back to the past, it was all happening fast
We glorified coke and smoking crack in a glass
When b-boys danced to the latest jam
You could say this man was the greatest fan
When shoelaces were fat, and all the rapper's faces were black
And light-brown, a box with the right sound was all you needed
When it blast...they must move
You just proved you're hard like L in Krush Groove
And songs started to drop - Ain't nobody start at the top
Before Preme (DJ Premier) learned the art of the chop
This is way before SP's...and MPC's
And long before CD's and MP3's
The game started to bloom and blossom
And masters ready for the cermony, like a groom in costume
Growth from the rain of the previous years
I took notes from what I heard through these devious ears
Yeah
[Deacon the Villian]
As Summer's heatwaves ascended in it's splendid manner
Green was flooding our scene, although the skin was tanner
"Fuck The Police!!" jumpin over radio scanners
It was hot in the shade, wet paint all over the canvans
Fuck Vanilla Ice cones, we had T, Cube's Amerikka's Most
And wanted that Chronic on the Left-Coast
Talent pools were full and fresh for swimming
Backstrokin' through Dark Sides and Illmatic beginnings
Them lemonade stands would make you street platinum
It was 2 Live.. Florida crews caught heat for rappin
But free speech pollination kept bee's colonizing in hives
And stung Delores Tucker right in her pride
The Tribes ocean splash was rising the tide
Strictly 4 My Niggaz that were ready to die in the ride
I wish the summer's vibe could've lasted forever
To bad we had to have a change in that weather.. that shit was beautiful
[Chorus]
"Seasons Change, mad things rearrange" - Lauryn Hill, "How Many Mics"
"Play me in the winter, play me in the summer, play in the autumn, any order"- Ladybug, "9th Wonder"
"Seasons Change, mad things rearrange" - Lauryn Hill, "How Many Mics"
"Trees bright and green turn yellow brown, autumn caught em
See all them leaves must fall down" - Andre 3000, "13th Floor/Growing Old"
[Kno]
As the East vs. West winds blew, causing two
Legends to Fall like maple leaves from escalated beef
Assumed that the worst was over
Til these cats started wearing shiny costumes like the 31st of October
The weather's colder, but the word jacket/jack it
Is what they did to people's styles, not what they covered they backs with
Tactics of the skill impaired
No Limit to what they'll do when the green is scarce
Some be Thanksgiving for who they know, while others get jerked for loot
Cause gettin signed ain't a turkey shoot
No respect for the pilgrims who paved the way so you could rock that
Just pop crap and Plymouth Rock-Rap
Beyond gimmicks and fake plastic tits
Outkast and Raekwon dropped fall classic discs
Born to Roll, so I'm taking you back to school days of autumn
Before the bottom dropped out in 2K
[SOS]
By the dawn of the new millennium we saw bright chains
Winter brought along platinum causing the ice age
No more Gold, no more YO! MTV RAPS
Now we got R&B cats stealing classic rap tracks
In winter it's snowed in like the temperature's below ten
Citizens open up shows for more snowmen
Scrawny boys rock bubblegooses to pose like grown men
And you can catch freezer burn from women when they show skin
Jolly, fat, white men get paid when rap hits the shelves
And artists themselves get treated like Elves
Matter of fact, Santa's gotten so greedy when a rapper sells
You even need clearance to sample Jingle Bells
What the hell! You need cells and 2 ways for chicks to bone ya?
And so much ice on ya body that you can get pneumonia
Even at the beaches of Daytona it's gotten colder
But it's about time for the cycle to start over [echo]
How we gonna start? (Less) Channel: youtube
22,
04:45,
2008-04-06 07:22:15
Description: It was my first expirience with Adobe Premiere and digital camcoder. 2004 year. Video illustration to poem of N. Gumilev who was a renowned Russian poet of the beginning of the 20th century, the (More) It was my first expirience with Adobe Premiere and digital camcoder. 2004 year. Video illustration to poem of N. Gumilev who was a renowned Russian poet of the beginning of the 20th century, the Silver Age of Russian poetry. Translation from Russian: Pavel Kochev.
----------
We climbed up the mountain ridge
so far above the eagle's nest
The evening dropped its golden robe
and laid it down in the west
In the sky the stars begun to sparkle; from below
came darkness of azure
Muse you are in feverish tremble
The gaze is burning and your curls a mess
What's happening to you? The riddles are solved
We have untangled this puzzling net
Calm down Muse, to sing
a voice is needed clear like brass
With the voice so deep and crystal clear
Glory to the pyramid-like poplars
me and you will now sing
Glory to the rivers shining gold
To the rosy trees and almond
And all that we observe together
New world like a girl innocent
Who will spill virginal blood?
Who by screeching of the saws, as by a wine goblet
will mesmerize yet empty forest
With the sharp plow slit this new land
and will pay with suffering for love?
I know! Heart of girls is void of passion
Nobody will torture like them
A little light of swamps will poison darkness
Unclear noise will wrap a soul in fog
A dangerous jaguar will creep
to your dwellings victor
A cry... a movement... and will sink in an abyss
that has less stars than a night of the North
a gaze which has seen too much
Here love carries with itself an illness
Here plants are covers for sweet poison
And the Gods converse about the blood
To no avail! The will of men
Could not be barred by poison nor by gods
At the bottoms of the caves, at the shores
of quiet rivers, at the thickets and the ditches
Everywhere, everywhere close and far
Human conversations are to sing and pass
Rise up the curtain of the bygone time
Be blown away the magic of twilight!
Every fallen is to be revenged
by a force of a return impact
The call of freedom here will Washington proclaim
and swift as lightning will pass Pizarro
A girl who used to play with fate
Will become a tender wife
Dear co-partner in work
Waterfalls with icy foam
Islets forgotten in swamps
for the spiritual life you will awake!
One by one the towns will appear
there children's laughter is to splash; and granddads
begin calm conversations
remembering past times
But the daring madmen, those will leave for places
where the banner of freedom hasn't yet flown
Because their god is a god of unfaithfulness!
A traveler, he is walking over starry sowing
Every moment seeking transformations
The whiteness of his naked knees,
Sigh, which sounds like a sunny song
Are dreamt about only by angels and virgins
Strange god, unfamiliar with evil
Honest as a flying arrow
Rejecting equally a circle or a corner
Slim god with the soul drunk on dreams
With light and swift steps
Walking far and far away, over the worlds
You voice, oh Muse is like a horn, -
That horn is your relation, jolly god!
Those lips of a pink coral
You have once kissed in the sky
You have already touched those legs
With their shade of a pale opal
Name us his commandment
Give us a sign that you came from there
Till now every messenger was Judas
We are tired. We are so thirsty for a miracle
We are thirsty for the true love
Be like god: walk, fly, swim! (Less) Channel: youtube
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