Music

Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose

BecHa — Sat, 21 Jan 2012 17:22:00 GMT


Freedom '90
George Michael

I won't let you down
I will not give you up
Gotta have some faith in the sound
It's the one good thing that I've got
I won't let you down
So please don't give me up
Because I would really, really love to stick around

Heaven knows I was just a young boy
Didn't know what I wanted to be
I was every little hungry schoolgirl's pride and joy
And I guess it was enough for me
To win the race? A prettier face!
Brand new clothes and a big fat place
On your rock and roll TV
But today the way I play the game is not the same
No way
Think I'm gonna get me some happy

I think there's something you should know
I think it's time I told you so
There's something deep inside of me
There's someone else I've got to be
Take back your picture in a frame
Take back your singing in the rain
I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes do not make the man

All we have to do now
Is take these lies and make them true somehow
All we have to see
Is that I don't belong to you
And you don't belong to me
Freedom
You've gotta give for what you take
Freedom
You've gotta give for what you take

Heaven knows we sure had some fun boy
What a kick just a buddy and me
We had every big shot good-time band on the run boy
We were living in a fantasy
We won the race
Got out of the place
I went back home got a brand new face
For the boys on MTV
But today the way I play the game has got to change
Oh yeah
Now I'm gonna get myself happy

I think there's something you should know
I think it's time I stopped the show
There's something deep inside of me
There's someone I forgot to be
Take back your picture in a frame
Don't think that I'll be back again
I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes do not make the man

All we have to do now
Is take these lies and make them true somehow
All we have to see
Is that I don't belong to you
And you don't belong to me
Freedom
You've gotta give for what you take
Freedom
You've gotta give for what you take

Well it looks like the road to heaven
But it feels like the road to hell
When I knew which side my bread was buttered
I took the knife as well
Posing for another picture
Everybody's got to sell
But when you shake your ass
They notice fast
And some mistakes were built to last

That's what you get

I say that's what you get

That's what you get for changing your mind

And after all this time
I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes
Do not make the man

I'll hold on to my freedom
May not be what you want from me
Just the way it's got to be
Lose the face now
I've got to live


SAMA - Cacadou Look 

Video

Usnama priblizavam se 
ogledalu ja
otvaraju se vrata raju
ocekujem cudo

Jer lakse je ovako sam
slobodna 
i najbolje sama

Jer lakse je ovako sam
slobodna 
i najbolje sama


Zavjesa se dize
zapocinjem igru
pravila su jasna znam
usnama ih brisem ja

Jer lakse je ovako sam
slobodna 
i najbolje sama

Jer lakse je ovako sam
slobodna 
i najbolje sama

Ginger

BecHa — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 23:44:00 GMT

Suzan Vega got it slightly wrong... It's not only those spices (caramel & cinnamon) - for me, it's the ginger.

It's the sharpnes and the strenght of ginger, the smell and pervasiveness of its powerful taste, versatile usage - for spicing up the food, for making tea, ale, beer & other drinks, massage, hot compress, pickles... And then there are sweets: chocolate, fudge, cookies, syrup... Aaaah :)

But, apart from missing ginger, this song is right for everything else: sadness, desire, longing, beginnings, and endings.

Video on Youtube

"Caramel", Suzan Vega

It won't do
to dream of caramel,
to think of cinnamon
and long for you.

It won't do
to stir a deep desire,
to fan a hidden fire
that can never burn true.

I know your name,
I know your skin,
I know the way
these things begin;

But I don't know
how I would live with myself,
what I'd forgive of myself
if you don't go.

So goodbye,
sweet appetite,
no single bite
could satisfy...

I know your name,
I know your skin,
I know the way
these things begin;

But I don't know
what I would give of myself,
how I would live with myself
if you don't go.

It won't do
to dream of caramel,
to think of cinnamon
and long
for you.

No surprises

BecHa — Sat, 01 May 2010 13:03:00 GMT

God, they choose such good music for House (M.D.)! Season 5 ended with "As Tears Go By" -- amazing! And least week we watched the first episode of the Season 6. Apart from being one of the most powerful episodes ever, it also stated and ended with this song: Radiohead, "No Surprises". Wow... A right song for me -- I hardly like unexpected, unplanned things. No Uncertainties. Unfortunately, reality teaches me the opposite every time... Thank you.

A heart that's full up like a landfill,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won't heal.

You look so tired-unhappy,
bring down the government,
they don't, they don't speak for us.
I'll take a quiet life, a handshake 
of carbon monoxide,

with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
Silence, silence.

This is my final fit,
my final 
bellyache
with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises please.

Such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden.

No alarms and no surprises (get me outta here),
no alarms and no surprises (get me outta here),
no alarms and no surprises, please.

Barcelona and other delightful NCC things!

BecHa — Mon, 12 Apr 2010 13:36:00 GMT

I just got back from Barcelona -- what a vacation! I did go there to work, but I was able to stay the weekend and see friends, get burned by the surprisingly strong Sun, skate along the beach -- and swim in the sea!

Oh, it was wonderful: cold water that chilled but invigorated me, the waves that made me feel lighter then I am, sparking light on the send glued to my skin... and all the other nude hippies on the Mar Bella beach :)

On Friday, 2nd April me and Angel went to the concert of New Cool Collective (NCC!) in Paradiso.
They are a true "big band" -- there were at least 20 people on the stage at any time! Most of them blowing: trumpets, saxophones, trombones... And wild percussions! It was wonderful! I danced myself crazy!
New Cool Collective

On 1st of April we went to the Book Chicago improvisation comedy show: Upgrade or Die!, about communication technology. Very appropriate for the (RIPE) NCC company outing ;-)

"Is that all there is" (a bonus track)

BecHa — Fri, 26 Mar 2010 17:53:00 GMT

Video: Black Eyed Peas

Shut up
Just shut up
Shut up [3x]
Shut it up, just shut up
Shut up
Just shut up
Shut up [3x]
Shut it up, just shut up

[Chorus]
We try to take it slow
But we're still losing control
And we try to make it work
But it still ends up the worst
And I'm craaazzzy
For trying to be your laaadddy
I think I'm going crazy

Girl, me and you were just fine (you know)
We wine and dine
Did them things that couples do when in love (you know)
Walks on the beach and stuff (you know)
Things that lovers say and do
I love you boo, I love you too
I miss you a lot, I miss you even more
That's why I flew you out
When we was on tour
But then something got out of hand
You start yelling when I'm with my friends
Even though I had legitimate reasons (bull shit)
You know I have to make them dividends (bull shit)
How could you trust our private lives girl
That's why you don't believe my lies
And quick to say

[Chorus]

Why does emotion gotta move so fast
Love is progress if you could make it last
Why is it that you just lose control
Every time you agree on taking it slow
So why does it got to be so damn tough
'cause fools in lust could never get enough of love
Showing him the love that you be giving
Changing up your living
For a loving transition
Girl its a mission trying to get you to listen
Few mad at each other has become our tradition
You yell, I yell, everybody yells
Got neighbors across the street saying
“Who the hell?!?”
Who the hell?
What the hell's going down?
Too much of the bickering
Kill it with the sound and

[Chorus]

Girl our love is dying
Why did you stop trying
I never been a quitah
But I do deserve betta
Believe me I will do bad
Let's forget the past
And let's start this new plan
Why? 'cause it's the same old routine
And then next week I hear them scream
Girl I know you're tired of the things they say
You're damn right
'cause I heard them lame dame excuses just yesterday
That was a different thing
No it ain't
That was a different thing
No it ain't
That was a different thing
It was the same damn thing
Same ass excuses
Boy you're useless
Woooaaahhh!!!

[Chorus]

Stop the talking baby
Or I start walking baby [repeat]
Is that all there is [repeat till fade]

Holidays season 2009

BecHa — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 18:34:00 GMT

Mama-kenka

(a word-play of Mama + Manekenka (female mannequin in Serbian))

Last Saturday was a fashion show by the designers from the Ship of Fools , Robi & Viktor. I wanted to buy the dress, but then I offered to help out by modeling, and got myself into an adventure -- 3 rehearsals; an amazing venue; a performance by beautiful, tallented, shining people; lots of known faces from 10 years ago - Friends of Azart; and 3 dresses! See ( photos)

Charlie is 4!

On 16th December Charlie turned 4! Such a big, smart, pretty boy! He has also finished with the day-care, and started getting used to the "real" school, where he will go in January. It's with pleasure and pride that I see him growing up, and we celebrated twice: once in day-care, and again in his father's house -- but I am also said to say good-bye to his friends and teachers, and the place where he was for one a a half years; place where he has spent almost more time then at home :(

Xmass dinner(s) with NCC

Yet again, at the end of the year we are basked in wealth and luxury from my employer -- borrels, parties, presents, dinners... Nice opportunity to catch-up and relax with colleagues, and to wear pretty, elegant or unusual clothes. Thank you!

Next celebrations: xmass-eve in Madrid, with Angel's family; school holidays with children, chilling-out at home, and New-Years-Eve in Amsterdam. Till the next year -- I wish everyone health and happiness!

It's Wednesday. It's Business Time.

BecHa — Wed, 06 May 2009 20:30:00 GMT

Quote of the year: Two minutes in heaven is better than one minute in heaven.
"Business Time", Flight Of The Conchords:

 Aww yeah
That`s right baby.
Girl, tonight we`re gonna make love. 
You know how I know, baby? 
`Cause it`s Wednesday. 
And Wednesday night is the night that we make love. 
Tuesday night`s the night that we go and visit your mother, 
but Wednesday night is the night that we make love. 
`Cause everything is just right 
conditions are perfect. 
There`s nothing good on TV. 
Conditions are perfect. 
You lean in close 
and say something sexy like, 
"I might go to bed I`ve got work in the morning." 
I know what you`re trying to say baby. 
You`re trying to say, "Oh, yeah. It`s business time. 
It`s business time."

It`s business.
It`s business time.
That`s what you`re trying to say you`re trying to say let`s get down to business 
it`s business time.

It`s business.
It`s business time.
Next thing you know we`re in the bathroom brushing our teeth. 
That`s all part of it, that`s foreplay. 
Then you go sort out the recycling. That`s not part of it but it`s still very important. 
Then we`re in the bedroom. You`re wearing that ugly old baggy t-shirt 
from that team building exercise you did for your old work. 
And it`s never looked better on you.

Oh, team building exercise `99.

Oh, you don`t know what you`re doing to me.
I remove my jeans but trip over them `cause I still got my shoes on. 
But I turn it into a sexy dance.
Next thing you know I`m down to just my socks 
and you know when I`m down to just my socks what time it is?
it`s time for business. It`s business time.

It`s business.
It`s business time.
You know when I`m down to just my socks it`s time for business 
that`s why they call it business socks.

It`s business.
It`s business time.
Oh.
Ooh, makin` love.
Makin` love for two.
Makin` love for two minutes.
When it`s with me you only need two minutes, `cause I`m so intense. 
Two minutes in heaven is better than one minute in heaven. 
You say something like, "Is that it?" 
I know what you`re trying to say. 
You`re trying to say, "Aww yeah, that`s it." 
Then you tell me you want some more. 
Well I`m not surprised. 
But I`m quite sleepy.

It`s business.
It`s business time.
Business hours are over. Right, right.

It`s business.
It`s business time.

Alternative video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mhN93rFZuJs

I am missing our love, my darling / Nedostaje mi nasa ljubav, mila

BecHa — Sat, 28 Feb 2009 23:09:00 GMT

I am crying over and over when listening to this song... about past loves, about new love... It works wonders: stays in my head, and opens up those old wells of tears. Translated by me, with the help of Bee.

I am missing our love, my darling 

On the pillow 
I'm awake on the midnight guard 
like an old, exhausted warrior,
that only gets 
one coin of Moon gold 
out of all the treasures of the skies. 

Under the armor, the timid deer is trembling,
forever hunted by the dark shadows of fear,
she is afraid,
even on the very peaceful slopes of dreams. 

I am missing our love, my darling,
without it life is crumbling away.
I am missing you, the way you were, 
I am missing too, the crazy me. 

I know that Time does not like any heroes
I know that it has soiled all the shrines
but as for me, not a thing, 
except the two of us,
was ever good enough. 

When I look for the road to the middle of myself
the paths are becoming tighter and tighter. 
And then I hide in the shelter of your ear
like I'm an earring of double-cherries.

But I stop / myself / telling you once more
that I love you in the very Russian way - 
what the words are - the flint that wears off 
eventually. 

I am missing our love, darling,
without it, this wolf is changing his mood
I am missing you, the way you were, 
I am missing too, the crazy me. 

I know that Time is changing all the colors
I know that it has darkened many shines 
but as for me, not a thing, 
except the two of us,
did ever matter at all. 

Once in a while, into my felt hat
you drop a smile like a magical coin.
then I'm myself
because whatever they call me
I am only your personal clown. 

Once in a while, the tears smear the ink ,
one wall of the labyrinth  falls like a domino, 
so simply, once in a while,
we arrive back to ourselves. 

I am missing our love, my darling,
without it, my veins are creeping with a chill
I am missing you, the way you were, 
I am missing too, the crazy me.

I know that Time takes whatever it pleases
and I don't know why it would spare us two,
but as for me, not a thing, 
except the two of us,
was ever worth anything.

Nedostaje mi nasa ljubav, mila

Na jastuku bdim na ponocnoj strazi
kao stari posustali ratnik
kom svaki put od riznice neba
jedva zapadne mesecev zlatnik

pod oklopom drhti kosuta plaha
vecno gonjena tamnim obrisima straha
koja strepi i od mirnih obronaka sna

Nedostaje mi nasa ljubav, mila
bez nje se zivot kruni uzalud
nedostajes mi ti, kakva si bila
nedostajem i ja, onako lud

ja znam da vreme ne voli heroje
i da je svaki hram ukaljalo
al' meni, eto, nista sem nas
dvoje nije valjalo

Kad potrazim put u srediste sebe
staze bivaju tesnje i tesnje
i skrijem se u zaklon tvog uha
kao mindjusa od duple tresnje

al' uspevam da jos jednom odolim
da prosapucem da te nocas ruski volim
sto su reci, kremen sto se izlize
kad tad

Nedostaje mi nasa ljubav, mila
a bez nje ovaj kurjak menja cud
nedostajes mi ti, kakva si bila
nedostajem i ja, onako lud

ja znam da vreme svemu menja boje
i da je silan sjaj pomracilo
al' meni, eto, nista sem nas dvoje
nije znacilo

Ponekad jos u moj filcani sesir
spustis osmeh ko carobni cekin
i tad sam svoj
jer ma kako me zvali
ja sam samo tvoj licni harlekin

ponekad jos suza razmaze tintu
i ko domina padne zid u lavirintu
tako prosto, ponekad jos
stignemo do nas

Nedostaje mi nasa ljubav, mila
bez nje uz moje vene puze stud
nedostajes mi ti, kakva si bila
nedostajem i ja, onako lud

ja znam da vreme uvek uzme svoje
i ne znam sto bi nas postedelo
al' meni, eto, nista sem nas dvoje
nije vredelo

by Djordje Balasevic; YouTube video

The Mom Song

BecHa — Thu, 05 Feb 2009 15:17:00 GMT

"The Mum Song" is so brilliant, I was laughing so much that I had to cry! But it is also quite sick, it's enough to make me cry anyway -- to think that this is what I hated to hear from my mother, and now I am telling it all to my children!! Is there a way out of that vicious cycle?!
Yes, there is a way to break the circle! There must be! And I am studying it, very very hard, but it goes very very slow...
The steps along the way include "Positive Psychology", NLP, "How to talk to kids", Byron Katie and "Loving What Is", how to stop being "The Emotional Hostage", "When Love is Love and Food is Food", "LEarned Optimism", "& habits of highly effective families"... Links to all these you can find yourself -- for now, just laugh - and/or cry - to the opposite:

The Mom Song Lyrics

Get up now
Get up now
Get up out of bed
Wash your face
Brush your teeth
Comb your sleepy head
Here’s your clothes
And your shoes
Hear the words I said
Get up now
Get up and make your bed
Are you hot?
Are you cold?
Are you wearing that?
Where’s your books and your lunch and your homework at?
Grab your coat and your gloves and your scarf and hat
Don’t forget you got to feed the cat
Eat your breakfast
The experts tell us it’s the most important meal of all
Take your vitamins so you will grow up one day to be big and tall
Please remember the orthodontist will be seeing you at three today?
Don’t forget your piano lesson is this afternoon

So you must play
Don’t shovel
Chew slowly
But hurry
The bus is here
Be careful
Come back here
Did you wash behind your ears?
Play outside
Don’t play rough
Would you just play fair?
Be polite
Make a friend
Don’t forget to share
Work it out
Wait your turn
Never take a dare
Get along
Don’t make me come down there
Clean your room
Fold your clothes
Put your stuff away
Make your bed
Do it now
Do we have all day?
Were you born in a barn?
Would you like some hay
Can you even hear a word I say?
Answer the phone
Get Off the phone
Don’t sit so close
Turn it down
No texting at the table
No more computer time tonight
Your iPod’s my iPod if you don’t listen up

Where you going and with whom and what time do you think you’re coming home?
Saying thank you, please, excuse me
Makes you welcome everywhere you roam
You’ll appreciate my wisdom
Someday when you’re older and you’re grown
Can’t wait ’til you have a couple little children of your own
You’ll thank me for the counsel I gave you so willingly
But right now
I thank you NOT to roll your eyes at me
Close your mouth when you chew
Would appreciate
Take a bite
Maybe two
Of the stuff you hate
Use your fork
Do not you burp
Or I’ll set you straight
Eat the food I put upon your plate
Get an egg A, Get the door
Don’t get smart with me
Get a Grip
Get in here I’ll count to 3
Get a job
Get a life
Get a PhD
Get a dose of reality
I don’t care who started it
You’re grounded until your 36
Get your story straight
And tell the truth for once for heaven’s sake
And if all your friends jumped off a cliff
Would you jump too?

If I’ve said it once, I’ve said at least a thousand times before that
You’re too old to act this way
It must be your father’s DNA
Look at me when I am talking
Stand up straight when you walk
A place for everything
And everything must be in place
Stop crying or I’ll give you something real to cry about
Oh!
Brush your teeth
Wash your face
Get your PJs on
Get in bed
Get a hug
Say a prayer with Mom
Don’t forget
I love you
**KISS**
And tomorrow we will do this all again because a mom’s work never ends
You don’t need the reason why
Because
Because
Because
Because
I said so
I said so
I said so
I said so
I’m the Mom
The mom
The mom
The mom
The mom
Ta-da

Link to YouTube video

Jazz concert in Podgorica, none in Belgrade (yet)

BecHa — Mon, 01 Dec 2008 23:11:00 GMT

I just saw one-fourth of a concert of Alma Micic in Podgorica: we missed first quarter, I slept though half of the time we were there, and we left before it was over ("we" is Arno and me). She was very handsome, good at traditional songs, but the jazzy ones were too... jazzy.

Last weekend in Belgrade I didn't see two other concerts: Room 11, as a part of "Rough Guide to Amsterdam", and Zabranjeno Pusenje. I really wanted to, but it was not a good timing: we had family reunion meeting, with lots of kids and relatives, and I was working, so all-together too tired for going out at night.

I will be in Belgrade on vacation 3 more days, so there will (may)be more events to attend and to write about.