what other videos.... I wanted to see this one !

when the clerks tried to understand what the state-man (the title he earned for crying live on national TV) did behind their backs.
is it patriotism or just envy ?

"Into My Arms"

I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candlew burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

Nick Cave

how could this be any good ?

via guardian.co.uk

Laika

"Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves"

Bill Hicks

Deep Kick

It started when we were little kids.
Free spirits, but already tormented by our own hands
given to us by our parents.
We got together and wrote on desks
and slept in laundry rooms near snowy mountains
and slipped through whatever cracks we could find,
minds altered, we didn't falter
in portraving hysterical and tragic characters in a smog filled universe.
we loved the dirty city
and the journeys away from it.
We had not yet been or seen our friends, selves,
chase tails round and round in downward spirals,
leaving trail of irretrievable, vital life juice behind.
Still, the brothersbloodcomradespartnerfamilycuzz was impenetrable
and we lived inside it
laughing with no clothes, and everything experimental 'till death was upon us.
In our face, mortality.
And lots of things seemed futile then, but love and music can save us,
and did, while the giant grey monster grew
more poisoned and volatile around us,
jaws clamping down and spewing ugly shit around.
Nothing is the same.
So we keep moving.
We keep moving.

R.H.C.P

Afghanistan Outpost

via NY Times

Egypt 08

Egypt rock slide tragedy

The Cool Summer Effect

Happy Birthday to All

And We'r Back

Union for the Mediterranean (MU), June 2008










Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb (1964) ...


I had to post this one .......

Strange Love

is it ?

Passenger [Deftones]

Roll the window down
This cool night air is curious
Let the whole world look in
Who cares who sees what tonight?
Roll these misty windows
Down to catch my breath again
Go and go and don't just
Drive me home then back again!
[Maynard]

Fog [Again]

333 times .... according to iTunes...
ma3'oul tkoun 3am bitkazzib ?

what about saxophones ?

Last year we where promised to have the hottest summer ever and that's what we had.
what about this summer? seems this one is the hottest...

Dreads Forever

Wild West

Cigarettes & Cigars

Who's the Boss?