I Turned to Stone, Budgie

I was born yesterday
Trouble seemed so far away
Now it seems my friends no longer call
Everything was better then
I can still remember when
I saw the future with a certain glow

So I turned to stone
As I learned to know
When I turned to stone
Tell myself I'm feeling all alone

Many days have passed me by
Celebrate with sunny skies
Still I know I need a helping hand
And the friends I thought I knew
See them change my every view
Now it seems I'm seeing them as they really are

No I turned to stone
As I learned to know
When I turned to stone
Tell myself I'm feeling all alone

I was born yesterday
Trouble seemed so far away...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZgM-sf0sF5k
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a solówka gitarowa na końcu jest najlepsza.... :))
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Pada, pada, pada

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oregano...

bazylia...

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Klauny

W trakcie trwania kursu straszną miałam ochotę narysować coś takiego

zamiast

ale do oceny poszła ta wersja bez klaunów :))

Tornado

Ostatnio dwa razy śniło mi się że nadchodzi tornado, były to bardzo wiarygodne sny... Jeden dział się na Cynkowej, a drugi na polach w Uppsala, hmmm....

Motto

                                               "Vi är human beings,

                                                 inte human doings"

                                                                                       
                                                                                            Jon Kabat-Zinn

Wakacje

Planujemy i planujemy
Na razie wstępnie trasa którą zamierzamy przebyć wygląda tak:

Jest to druga wersja, z której wszyscy są zadowoleni :) W kocu po burzliwych obradach doszliśmy do porozumienia :) Ta pierwsza była jednak nie przemyślana do końca.

Po dwóch godzinach wersja ponownie została zmieniona

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The Gathering, Travel

The Gathering


Travel



Melodic stanzas
are symphonizing their way
through your weary head

To feed your distrust
And fill it's mouth with the desire
to soulfully be one with your creation

Not a subject to control
you call upon a higer power
for help and inspiration

The crowd waits
and turns their faces
towards you expectantly
you give them what they need
But their useless criticism
makes you die
a bit more inside

Not a subject to control
you call upon a higer power
for help and inspiration

Oh, I swoon
while loudspeakers play soft music

Leaning
over your fourtieth masterpiece
You must have loved
the colour of these violins

I wish I knew you
Your fit of insanity makes me sad

I wish you knew
your music was to stay forever
And I hope...

I have no clue
if you know how much it matters
And I hope...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oNYg2iTEhmA&feature=PlayList&p=314FF4C7B8710F92&playnext_from=PL&playnext=1&index=50