9 CRIMES

Let me just post this song here. It's a very, very sad one and doesn't really fit with the current events, yet in the midst of all the bliss listening to this always makes me feel melancholic. Maybe this is a good reminder of how things can be so one should enjoy the good moments to the fullest. Yeah.

I have nothing to add to the above blabbering because this speaks enough for itself. If you want more of Damien Rice do check more of Damien Rice. Also, apologies for the poor video quality but this is exactly the version I really like.

ISABELL

Me and the Devil

This simply works.

Fine, I'll admit it. I heard this first on TB but anyhow, epic song is epic. I like how colourful the video is shot-wise (since obviously the actual colour scale used is not that wide). Still, for me the music video somehow hangs in the borderlines of life and death and I like that feeling, all the masks, costumes, sounds and so forth. Simply wonderful.

Check it out and appreciate what Gil Scott-Heron has brought.

ISABELL

Helsinki Airport

There will be kisses.
K

No words could ever describe...

ISABELL

The incredible beauty in Randomness

It started with two strangers meeting. One of Randomness's more exciting draws. They still don't know how it could ever happen, how small - or big? - the odds were that they would ever find someone like that. Somehow I think she's right and that we're two old souls who have been separated, the two keys of a very, very obvious puzzle. That is of course if puzzles had eyes that could look as deep into each other as we do. Sometimes we tell each other that it's so strong it's almost scary but somehow I think we both know it's not, scary is simply not the word for iI used to tell myself there is no meaning in life and I was fine with that. Rationality used to yield power in the abyss I like to call my mind, but now… I have no idea of what you are doing to me, but please go on. For the first time in my life I see something and I can think "perhaps this is meant to be" after all. When the odds of something happening, and that particular thing actually happening and turning out to be even better than you could ever imagine even my strain of thoughts cannot avoid coming up with a better explanation than that… Perhaps this is meant to be.

You're quite special, Isa. I'm glad you let me that close, I'm glad you let me see this unbelievable beauty (all this with the chance of sounding mellow), I love you. Я люблю тебя. 

It's late again and I will go to bed now, but I'll see you soon.
Good night, love.

K

I remember... lying on a rock in a field, summer, the sun, you

Coehlio
K




I'm willing and able,
So I throw my cards on your table!
I want to love you, I want to love and treat, love and treat you right,
I want to love you every day and every night,
We'll be together, yeah! with a roof right over our heads,
We'll share the shelter, yeah, oh now! of my single bed,
We'll share the same room, yeah! for Jah provide the bread.


Is this love, is this love, is this love,
Is this love that I'm feelin'
Is this love, is this love, is this love,
Is this love that I'm feelin'?
Whoa! Oh yes, I know, yes, I know, yes, I know now!
Yes, I know, yes, I know, yes, I know now!

Plans for this winter.

So what do you think?

K

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Hey Isa, do you know what you do to me?

English is not my native language and there's only one person I regularly speak it with. She's the first girl who ever called me her boyfriend and not 'liefje', the Dutch word for that. I don't really know her thàt long yet but already it's her name I repeat while I'm sleeping. She's on my mind when I go to bed and she's still there when I wake up. Gets me through the day.

I don't see her as often as I'd want to yet and there's this Atlantic ocean between us - momentarily - but that will get solved. We took time by its hands and somehow learned how to squeeze and stretch it to our will. Or at least we're trying.

There is something about this girl... I hear songs when I hear her voice and I see my life as if they were movie scenes when I'm with her. She brings out the unknown in me, in every possible good way. I fail to be the tough guy I like to think I am and melt when she's around. I'm glad she doesn't mind.

I will never let this one go.

K

Joker - Digidesign

Although I think what has become of this dubstep hype is pretty retarded, the things I heard a couple of years ago when it was still pretty unexplored territory, was pretty good. I always loved the releases of Hyperdub, a London based label lead by the intriguing Kode 9 ( 9 Samurai and Portal both are still some of my fastest personal launches into deepspace) that also has Burial - he's been blogged about enough already I think - Four Tet, Flying Lotus, King Midas Sound, Darkstar and the Spaceape, an MC that redefines the concept of mindfuck every two verses.

Anyway, I always liked this song for it's pretty cool title, the simplicity, the trippy sounds, the chillness and at the same time some mysterious tension, that cymbal pitching up every few beats and the beautiful, beautiful synth melodyn how it flows around itself... damn.
If I were an astronaut who loses grip of the edge of his ship and starts floating away into infinity, I'd put this song on infinite repeat.

K

This song is also worth listening to, I don't know a lot of songs as dreamy as this one.

MY LOVE ON TOP

I know he is not into this mainstream thing, especially Beyoncé BUT there is something about these lyrics that makes me think of him - the love of my life.

So, how about we will deal with this and let us feel this beat, at least a bit?

ISABELL

YOU. ONLY YOU.

My life has never been better. Thank you.

ISABELL

Lady BS (I mean, Britney Spears) - Criminal

Oh dear lord I think she wrote the worst song ever written anywhere.

K

Intergalactic Lovers - Howl

I kind of like this song. Intergalactic Lovers, check out their official site for more.

K

Tupakointi on hengen-vaarallista

Dear Rizla. Dear Gauloises. Dear Pall Mall, dear Marlboro, Bastos, Tigra, Lucky Strike and Belgam 20

Farewell. You all have been trusted company in times of stress, relief, relaxation, excitement, and together we've seen quite some places. I remember school, gardens, train stations, bus stops, cars, tents, classrooms, any place I've ever been waiting for more than 2 minutes... I remember striking a match on one of the legs of the Eiffel tower, hiding from the wind at the Big Ben, sharing a cigarette with the hobos in Vaasa, blowing smoke rings in my hometown bar, having an excuse to go up to a girl, ask a lighter, feel only slightly caught when you use your own two minutes later because there's nothing a smile can't fix, I remember you by my side while waiting at a Finnish airport and noticing the effect of a slightly trembling hand on the smoke, I remember you as the easiest way not to stand with my hands in my pockets and actually dance at the party.
I remember sharing hangovers and cups of coffee.

But then again. I forgot how food actually tastes. I want that back. I want to fully know how a kiss tastes, even more. I want to be able to run and not have the most disgusting slime and cough attacks. I would like to be able to go to bed after a night out without waking up and having the feeling that I ate a bowl of sand before I went to bed. I remember looking through every drawer, cupboard and piece of clothing with a pocket to escape from nicotine withdrawal. It's been enough. I think it's time to see other people.
I'm sure we will meet again, perhaps during a post-orgasm cooldown I will quickly say hi, but don't count on it. I wish I could say it's not you, it's me, but perhaps it's better if we'd just say nothing anymore and leave each other.

Sincerely
K

K's reply on Isa's previous post

Let's

K

kiss me

ISABELL

Time

The first  words that are read by seekers of enlightenment (…) are when they look into The Life of Wen the Eternally surprised.
The first question they ask is: 'Why was he eternally surprised?' And they are told: 'Wen considered the nature of time and understood that the universe is, instant by instant, recreated anew. Therefore, he understood, there is in truth no past, only a memory of the past. Blink your eyes, and the world you see next did not exist when you closed them. Therefore, he said, the only appropriate state of the mind is surprise. The only appropriate state of the heart is joy. The sky you see now, you have never seen before. The perfect moment is now. Be glad of it.'

from "Thief of Time" by Terry Pratchett. Hidden between extremely dry wit and absurdities this book has stunningly beautiful views on how we live in time. And death by chocolate. Simply said, it's fucking Coehlio (spread that word, we'll get more into it later).

K

...And just like that, without me even noticing, you became to mean everything to me...

ISABELL

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Fuck off Kanye

Damn this is music.

K