• Ou Ming
  • Saturday, July 14, 2007

    the shattered soul

    μόνο μουσική, καθόλου μυαλό για λόγια εδώ και μέρες. απόψε, μετά την ταινία, αυτή η μελωδία γύρισε στο μυαλό μου

    The times we had
    Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow
    Were not all bad
    We put our feet just where they had, had to go
    Never to go

    The shattered soul
    Following close but nearly twice as slow
    In my good times
    There were always golden rocks to throw
    at those who admit defeat too late
    Those were our times, those were our times



    Anonymous The Passenger said...

    What would we ever do without music eh.

    Beirut stands out from the crowd.You know, his melodies, it's that kind of songs that make you feel that everything will be allright in the end.

    I remember the first time I stumbled upon Mount Wroclai I listented to it about 10 times that day.

    July 15, 2007 12:04 am  
    Blogger Aντώνης said...

    Αφού έχεις τη μουσική, αγάπη μου, τί να τα κάνεις τα λόγια. Άκου εκεί, άκου, κι αν σου ρθει κιόλας μιλάς για να τα πεις μαζεμένα. Έτσι δεν συμβαίνει συνήθως; Φιλιά!

    July 15, 2007 10:36 am  
    Blogger Xilaren said...

    it's that kind of songs that make you feel that everything will be allright in the end.


    φιλιά και καλημέρες, κύριοι...

    July 16, 2007 11:18 am  
    Blogger mourga said...

    I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere:)
    Grafw, grafw, sbinw, ksanagrafw, pou tha mou paei , tha to teleiwsw to rhmadi! eseis ti kanete? how was patrida? emeis feygoume tin alli paraskeyi, gia 2 weeks.

    July 18, 2007 2:45 pm  
    Blogger Xilaren said...

    psyxraimia, ola 8a pane kala as they always do.

    nai, 8ymamai petame tin idia mera kai wra alla alles aer.etaireies! an den ta poume nwritera, c u at the terminal (xwris plaka)

    esteila to kestionair se mia poly stressed psyxi... gia na doume!


    July 18, 2007 3:02 pm  

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