IAN CURTIS 15 JULY 1956 - 18 MAY 1980
"At this moment I wish I were dead. I just can't cope anymore". ( poruka koju je Curtis ostavio prije samoubistva )
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In memoriam-Ian Curtis 18.maj 1980-18.maj 2006
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#1 In memoriam-Ian Curtis 18.maj 1980-18.maj 2006
IAN CURTIS 15 JULY 1956 - 18 MAY 1980
"At this moment I wish I were dead. I just can't cope anymore". ( poruka koju je Curtis ostavio prije samoubistva )
http://rapidshare.de/files/19882957/The ... l.mp3.html
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#2
Ne možeš samo uzet komad papira i ići pisat tekst o Ian Curtisu… ne, bolje njega i Diviziju ostaviti na miru...kome to uopšte mogu koristiti vokalna tugovanja depresivnog epileptičara, i uopšte nije niti tak dobro ko što tamo neki luđaci pričaju.
"Disorder" hm, "I've been waitng for a guide to come and take me by the hand"…Ok, Disorder me bar tjera da plešem (refleksivni pokreti desnog koljena)…odlična ritam sekcija . "Excercise One" i ponovno se vraćam na početak…uz "Decades" ovo je vjerovatno jedna od najjezovitiji pjesama koju sam čuo…al hladi "When you're looking at life, in a strange new room, maybe drowning soon…" najradije bih pretipkao čitav tekst. Hm, sad sam se sjetio da je "She's Lost Control" zapravo pjesma o epileptičarki koju je Ian imao običaj viđati na berzi (or something) kako bezuspješno traži posao…sve dok jednog dana nije čuo da je od jednog od svojih napada umrla."Wilderness"...neobičan osjećaj, neobičan band…"tears in their eyes, they had tears in their eyes".
Ležim i slušam Joy Division u luđačkim serijama koje mogu trajati i po nekoliko dana ubacim prva tri cd-a s "Heart & Soul" kompilacije i to je to...bez da itko za to zna, bez da ikoga igdje zaboli organ. So fuckin pathetic…ah, al ionako me to ne dira …bitno da mogu zarezati ispod površine, nekad i pre-duboko, al, svejedno…u nekom perverzno-autodestruktivnom, sebično-preseratorskom i samoironičnom raspoloženju mazohistički upijam svaki ton, osjećam se superioran, vidim se na način na koji sam zaboravio da mogu sam sebe uopšte gledati gušim se i dišem istovremeno bolje nego ikad prije…sve je ravno, svejedno mi je…
"Decades"…jer kad se sve zbroji i oduzme ionako ne znam zbog čega sam se budio zadnjih nekoliko godina…tnx, but no tnx…I neeed to sleeep... "We saw ourselves now as we never have seen, Portrayal of trauma & degeneration, the sorrows we suffered and never were free".
Kad sam prvi put u cijelosti preslušao "Closer" (IMHO the best album ever) nisam mogao vjerovati…"each ritual showed up the door for our wanderings, open then shut, then slammed in our face". Nekad kad sam sam (a sam sam i kad ne bih trebao biti sam i kad sam sam sebi umislio da sam sam i kad sam stvarno sam…a to je sve užasan osjećaj), tad volim "Decades"...tu je već svaka borba gotova, tu je sve sasvim jasno, tamo sam gdje sam bio i uvijek - nigdje, ono sam što sam i bio uvijek - ništa, tj. ponovno sam ispred onih vrata od kojih uporno bježim a pred koja se uvijek vraćam…skupljam ostatke svojih misli, tražim dijelove koje sam pogubio negdje, tražim ono nešto što sam, valjda, ko klinac imao, a sad više ne (a ne sjećam se više niti što je to tačno bilo).
Ian Curtis nije se ubio zato jer mu je život bio u komi, to se jednostavno moralo dogoditi…od prve stvari na "Unknown Pleasure", do posljednje na "Closer" osjeća se strašna nervoza, potreba da se nešto kaže prije nego što će bit prekasno, nešto je dramatično opsjedalo njegov duh…sve je to prebrzo "the strain's too much, can't take much more". Njegov svijet je svijet gdje se spektar boja svodi tek na različite nijanse sive, svijet iza zatvorenih (zakucanih) vrata, svijet razočaranja, nemoći i frustracija…epizoda s Annick i njene posljedice samo su povod, borba je ionako bila odavno izgubljena. Iz oštrih i teških autobiografskih fragmenata, iz vlastitih impresija i depresija, Ian Curtis surovo(sirovo) naturalistički prikazao je stanje psihičke i fizičke iscrpljenosti, izmorenosti, iznurenosti u kojem se nalazio i užasavajuću bitku za samoočuvanje koju je više gubio nego dobivao. Transformirao se u samo tijelo muzike…tragičan vokal, legendaran ples…njegov svijet, teško je tačno dokučiti da li je on više značio muzici ili je muzika više značila njemu…dao je Joy Divisionu njihov život i smrt, dao je grupi svoj život i smrt...and he was only 23
Muzika Joy Divisiona ne predstavlja bijeg od stvarnosti…upravo suprotno, predstavlja bezobrazan izazov suočavanja s stvarnim svijetom i s vlastitom vrijednosti/ništavnosti/prolaznosti…jedan od oblika samospoznaje i suočavanje sa THE STRAHOM - strahom od velike praznine i potpunog besmisla koji možda leže iza ugla, a koje naš animalno-programirani kukavni mozak jednostavno ne može podnijeti, ne može se pomiriti, ne može se suočiti. To je muzika o svijesti i trikovima koje mozak izvodi sam nad sobom kako bi razdvojio stvarnost od iluzije, nakon toga ih ponovno spojio i tako u nedogled. To je muzika o nadzemnom podzemlju o gomili zanemarenih, zaboravljenih, odbačenih ideja, to je granica između tišine i plača, most između prošlosti i budućnosti, mračnog i osvijetljenog…
Možemo odmahivati rukom, možemo se smijati, možemo se zaboraviti, možemo prijeći preko svega, možemo negodovati, možemo gutati duboke filozofske misli, možemo o svemu raspravljati na normama definiran način, možemo se hvatati za slamke…ali sve će se to zarušiti i doći na naplatu…"IT WAS ME WAITING FOR ME...IT WAS ME SEEING ME THISE TIME HOPING FOR SOMETHING ELSE"…uvijek je tako, uvijek je bilo tako…"Dead Souls" samo nekad je manje, nekad više jasno.…"they keep calling me, they keep calling me, keep on calling me, they keep calling me…"
"Disorder" hm, "I've been waitng for a guide to come and take me by the hand"…Ok, Disorder me bar tjera da plešem (refleksivni pokreti desnog koljena)…odlična ritam sekcija . "Excercise One" i ponovno se vraćam na početak…uz "Decades" ovo je vjerovatno jedna od najjezovitiji pjesama koju sam čuo…al hladi "When you're looking at life, in a strange new room, maybe drowning soon…" najradije bih pretipkao čitav tekst. Hm, sad sam se sjetio da je "She's Lost Control" zapravo pjesma o epileptičarki koju je Ian imao običaj viđati na berzi (or something) kako bezuspješno traži posao…sve dok jednog dana nije čuo da je od jednog od svojih napada umrla."Wilderness"...neobičan osjećaj, neobičan band…"tears in their eyes, they had tears in their eyes".
Ležim i slušam Joy Division u luđačkim serijama koje mogu trajati i po nekoliko dana ubacim prva tri cd-a s "Heart & Soul" kompilacije i to je to...bez da itko za to zna, bez da ikoga igdje zaboli organ. So fuckin pathetic…ah, al ionako me to ne dira …bitno da mogu zarezati ispod površine, nekad i pre-duboko, al, svejedno…u nekom perverzno-autodestruktivnom, sebično-preseratorskom i samoironičnom raspoloženju mazohistički upijam svaki ton, osjećam se superioran, vidim se na način na koji sam zaboravio da mogu sam sebe uopšte gledati gušim se i dišem istovremeno bolje nego ikad prije…sve je ravno, svejedno mi je…
"Decades"…jer kad se sve zbroji i oduzme ionako ne znam zbog čega sam se budio zadnjih nekoliko godina…tnx, but no tnx…I neeed to sleeep... "We saw ourselves now as we never have seen, Portrayal of trauma & degeneration, the sorrows we suffered and never were free".
Kad sam prvi put u cijelosti preslušao "Closer" (IMHO the best album ever) nisam mogao vjerovati…"each ritual showed up the door for our wanderings, open then shut, then slammed in our face". Nekad kad sam sam (a sam sam i kad ne bih trebao biti sam i kad sam sam sebi umislio da sam sam i kad sam stvarno sam…a to je sve užasan osjećaj), tad volim "Decades"...tu je već svaka borba gotova, tu je sve sasvim jasno, tamo sam gdje sam bio i uvijek - nigdje, ono sam što sam i bio uvijek - ništa, tj. ponovno sam ispred onih vrata od kojih uporno bježim a pred koja se uvijek vraćam…skupljam ostatke svojih misli, tražim dijelove koje sam pogubio negdje, tražim ono nešto što sam, valjda, ko klinac imao, a sad više ne (a ne sjećam se više niti što je to tačno bilo).
Ian Curtis nije se ubio zato jer mu je život bio u komi, to se jednostavno moralo dogoditi…od prve stvari na "Unknown Pleasure", do posljednje na "Closer" osjeća se strašna nervoza, potreba da se nešto kaže prije nego što će bit prekasno, nešto je dramatično opsjedalo njegov duh…sve je to prebrzo "the strain's too much, can't take much more". Njegov svijet je svijet gdje se spektar boja svodi tek na različite nijanse sive, svijet iza zatvorenih (zakucanih) vrata, svijet razočaranja, nemoći i frustracija…epizoda s Annick i njene posljedice samo su povod, borba je ionako bila odavno izgubljena. Iz oštrih i teških autobiografskih fragmenata, iz vlastitih impresija i depresija, Ian Curtis surovo(sirovo) naturalistički prikazao je stanje psihičke i fizičke iscrpljenosti, izmorenosti, iznurenosti u kojem se nalazio i užasavajuću bitku za samoočuvanje koju je više gubio nego dobivao. Transformirao se u samo tijelo muzike…tragičan vokal, legendaran ples…njegov svijet, teško je tačno dokučiti da li je on više značio muzici ili je muzika više značila njemu…dao je Joy Divisionu njihov život i smrt, dao je grupi svoj život i smrt...and he was only 23
Muzika Joy Divisiona ne predstavlja bijeg od stvarnosti…upravo suprotno, predstavlja bezobrazan izazov suočavanja s stvarnim svijetom i s vlastitom vrijednosti/ništavnosti/prolaznosti…jedan od oblika samospoznaje i suočavanje sa THE STRAHOM - strahom od velike praznine i potpunog besmisla koji možda leže iza ugla, a koje naš animalno-programirani kukavni mozak jednostavno ne može podnijeti, ne može se pomiriti, ne može se suočiti. To je muzika o svijesti i trikovima koje mozak izvodi sam nad sobom kako bi razdvojio stvarnost od iluzije, nakon toga ih ponovno spojio i tako u nedogled. To je muzika o nadzemnom podzemlju o gomili zanemarenih, zaboravljenih, odbačenih ideja, to je granica između tišine i plača, most između prošlosti i budućnosti, mračnog i osvijetljenog…
Možemo odmahivati rukom, možemo se smijati, možemo se zaboraviti, možemo prijeći preko svega, možemo negodovati, možemo gutati duboke filozofske misli, možemo o svemu raspravljati na normama definiran način, možemo se hvatati za slamke…ali sve će se to zarušiti i doći na naplatu…"IT WAS ME WAITING FOR ME...IT WAS ME SEEING ME THISE TIME HOPING FOR SOMETHING ELSE"…uvijek je tako, uvijek je bilo tako…"Dead Souls" samo nekad je manje, nekad više jasno.…"they keep calling me, they keep calling me, keep on calling me, they keep calling me…"
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#5
http://rapidshare.de/files/19890702/Decades.mp3.html
Decades
Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders,
Here are the young men, well where have they been?
We knocked on the doors of Hell's darker chamber,
Pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in,
Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying,
We saw ourselves now as we never had seen.
Portrayal of the trauma and degeneration,
The sorrows we suffered and never were free.
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Weary inside, now our heart's lost forever,
Can't replace the fear, or the thrill of the chase,
Each ritual showed up the door for our wanderings,
Open then shut, then slammed in our face.
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
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#6
http://rapidshare.de/files/19891224/Lov ... t.mp3.html
Love will tear us apart
When routine bites hard
and ambitions are low.
And resentment rides high
but emotions won't grow.
And we're changing our ways
taking different roads.
Love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again.
Why is the bedroom so cold
turned away on your side?
Is my timing that flawed
our respect run so dry?
Yet there's still this appeal
that we've kept through our lives.
Love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again.
Do you cry out in your sleep,
all my failings expose?
Gets a taste in my mouth
as desperation takes hold.
Why is it something so good
just can't function no more?
Love, love will tear us apart again....
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#7 Re: In memoriam-Ian Curtis 18.maj 1980-18.maj 2006
nisam se na vrijeme sjetio ali nema veze..
Unseen Lyrics of Ian Curtis
I walked out and thought for a time I could see no defense, and I thought for a while you were me, we were wrong, in our time, always down, out of line.
I relaxed from the days filled with bloodsport in vain, and returned with the knowledge that we're two the same, two in Hell, two set free, too alike, you to me.
And we watched everything pass us by in due course, always tied by a mutual feeling that lost, we were two, two in hell, two set free, known too well.
In the back of my mind, all I feel is mistrust, in the back of my mind, all I see is the dirt, segregation of thoughts, ideals turning to dust.
Where some houses once stood, stands a man with a gun, in some neighbourhood, a father hangs up his son, in the back of my mind.
Don't think I'd have stayed just for one more day, it seems so much like home, no room to go astray, don't think I could watch - with mindless, empty tasks, intake moving in, forced to walk a lonely path.
Pictures all around, of how good a life should be, a model for the rest, that bred insecurity, I walked a jagged line and then came back for more, it's always in my mind, an institution with no law.
I can see a thousand wills just bending in the night. And all the pretty faces painted grey to match the sky, from a distance seeing friends just washed up on the shore, a picture in my mind of what's to come before the storm.
In time, we don't belong in our own lifetime.
I can hear the voices lost in echoes as they build, new homes to hide the sadness that the search for more had killed, from a by road seeing friends just washed up on the shore. Picture in my mind of what's to come before the storm.
In time, we don't belong in our own lifetime.
I can feel an emptiness and see heads held in shame, trapped inside a legacy of everyone to blame. In the distance see myself just washed up on the shore, a picture in my mind of what will come before the storm.
In time, we don't belong to our own lifetime.
We won't crawl and never show our faces, we'll stand firm and never show the traces, of the fear we knew but always could disguise, of this sinking feeling hid behind our eyes.
Nothing seems real anymore. Even the flames from the fire seem to beckon to me, drawing me into some great past life buried somewhere deep in my subconscious, if only I could find the key..if only..if only. Ever since my illness, my condition, I've been trying to find some logical way of passing my time, of justifying a means to an end.
He desires love, in some special way against all perversion, fed with fruits of decay. He remembers, how the guilty have seen, all the pure but selfish, buried deep in his dreams.
He sees a vision in the sky, looking down on him, calling him by name, yeah he sees faces from yesterday, of what might have been, but the past must still remain.
He desires love, not some perfect affair, in hotels of steel and glass, just to cross on the stairs, but he can still see, all the angels in time, as his dreams of ecstasy, turned to nightmares of crime.
He sees a vision in the sky, looking down at him, how the past will remain, yeah he sees a vision in the sky, staring down at him, he'll always see the same.
Sure I'll see you down, you do for me I did for you, cure just takes you down, we're down for good that's understood.
Door slides open, Johnny laughs. A view from above sticks his head out of the window and dries his eyes. I remember a winter sometime ago, angular patterns formed deep in the ground, where someone once stood. White on black, white on white. Echoed voices bouncing off the buildings around.
A ramp to the trees and trees all around, I remember a tear, frozen white on white, I remember nothing. A grey saloon, Johnny sighs, winds down the window and stares at the road.
Some things never make sense, crouches shivering in the corner, blanket 'round your shoulder, hot then cold, cold then warm, pulse is racing, slowly racing - stopped. I remember nights listening to untill dawn, I remember nothing. Some things never make sense, a fear of stepping out,
Door slowly opens, Johnny sits on his bed, lays down and dies.
A wider alliance that leads to new roads beyond the limits, holding hands, jumping off walls into dark seclusion, cut off from the mainstream of most intimate yearnings, I left my heart somewhere on the other side, I left all desire for good.
Clinging to naked thought, impossible tactics worked out for impossible means. This is the final moment of respite. The final page in the book. A bitter challenge between old and new, with one last warning.
Unseen Lyrics of Ian Curtis
I walked out and thought for a time I could see no defense, and I thought for a while you were me, we were wrong, in our time, always down, out of line.
I relaxed from the days filled with bloodsport in vain, and returned with the knowledge that we're two the same, two in Hell, two set free, too alike, you to me.
And we watched everything pass us by in due course, always tied by a mutual feeling that lost, we were two, two in hell, two set free, known too well.
In the back of my mind, all I feel is mistrust, in the back of my mind, all I see is the dirt, segregation of thoughts, ideals turning to dust.
Where some houses once stood, stands a man with a gun, in some neighbourhood, a father hangs up his son, in the back of my mind.
Don't think I'd have stayed just for one more day, it seems so much like home, no room to go astray, don't think I could watch - with mindless, empty tasks, intake moving in, forced to walk a lonely path.
Pictures all around, of how good a life should be, a model for the rest, that bred insecurity, I walked a jagged line and then came back for more, it's always in my mind, an institution with no law.
I can see a thousand wills just bending in the night. And all the pretty faces painted grey to match the sky, from a distance seeing friends just washed up on the shore, a picture in my mind of what's to come before the storm.
In time, we don't belong in our own lifetime.
I can hear the voices lost in echoes as they build, new homes to hide the sadness that the search for more had killed, from a by road seeing friends just washed up on the shore. Picture in my mind of what's to come before the storm.
In time, we don't belong in our own lifetime.
I can feel an emptiness and see heads held in shame, trapped inside a legacy of everyone to blame. In the distance see myself just washed up on the shore, a picture in my mind of what will come before the storm.
In time, we don't belong to our own lifetime.
We won't crawl and never show our faces, we'll stand firm and never show the traces, of the fear we knew but always could disguise, of this sinking feeling hid behind our eyes.
Nothing seems real anymore. Even the flames from the fire seem to beckon to me, drawing me into some great past life buried somewhere deep in my subconscious, if only I could find the key..if only..if only. Ever since my illness, my condition, I've been trying to find some logical way of passing my time, of justifying a means to an end.
He desires love, in some special way against all perversion, fed with fruits of decay. He remembers, how the guilty have seen, all the pure but selfish, buried deep in his dreams.
He sees a vision in the sky, looking down on him, calling him by name, yeah he sees faces from yesterday, of what might have been, but the past must still remain.
He desires love, not some perfect affair, in hotels of steel and glass, just to cross on the stairs, but he can still see, all the angels in time, as his dreams of ecstasy, turned to nightmares of crime.
He sees a vision in the sky, looking down at him, how the past will remain, yeah he sees a vision in the sky, staring down at him, he'll always see the same.
Sure I'll see you down, you do for me I did for you, cure just takes you down, we're down for good that's understood.
Door slides open, Johnny laughs. A view from above sticks his head out of the window and dries his eyes. I remember a winter sometime ago, angular patterns formed deep in the ground, where someone once stood. White on black, white on white. Echoed voices bouncing off the buildings around.
A ramp to the trees and trees all around, I remember a tear, frozen white on white, I remember nothing. A grey saloon, Johnny sighs, winds down the window and stares at the road.
Some things never make sense, crouches shivering in the corner, blanket 'round your shoulder, hot then cold, cold then warm, pulse is racing, slowly racing - stopped. I remember nights listening to untill dawn, I remember nothing. Some things never make sense, a fear of stepping out,
Door slowly opens, Johnny sits on his bed, lays down and dies.
A wider alliance that leads to new roads beyond the limits, holding hands, jumping off walls into dark seclusion, cut off from the mainstream of most intimate yearnings, I left my heart somewhere on the other side, I left all desire for good.
Clinging to naked thought, impossible tactics worked out for impossible means. This is the final moment of respite. The final page in the book. A bitter challenge between old and new, with one last warning.
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#8 Re: In memoriam-Ian Curtis 18.maj 1980-18.maj 2006
Joy Division - Heart & Soul
Instincts that can still betray us,
A journey that leads to the sun,
Soulless and bent on destruction,
A struggle between right and wrong.
You take my place in the showdown,
I'll observe with a pitiful eye,
I'd humbly ask for forgiveness,
A request well beyond you and I.
Heart and soul, one will burn.
Heart and soul, one will burn.
An abyss that laughs at creation,
A circus complete with all fools,
Foundations that lasted the ages,
Then ripped apart at their roots.
Beyond all this good is the terror,
The grip of a mercenary hand,
When savagery turns all good reason,
There's no turning back, no last stand.
Heart and soul, one will burn.
Heart and soul, one will burn.
Existence well what does it matter?
I exist on the best terms I can.
The past is now part of my future,
The present is well out of hand.
The present is well out of hand.
Heart and soul, one will burn.
Heart and soul, one will burn.
One will burn, one will burn.
Heart and soul, one will burn.
Instincts that can still betray us,
A journey that leads to the sun,
Soulless and bent on destruction,
A struggle between right and wrong.
You take my place in the showdown,
I'll observe with a pitiful eye,
I'd humbly ask for forgiveness,
A request well beyond you and I.
Heart and soul, one will burn.
Heart and soul, one will burn.
An abyss that laughs at creation,
A circus complete with all fools,
Foundations that lasted the ages,
Then ripped apart at their roots.
Beyond all this good is the terror,
The grip of a mercenary hand,
When savagery turns all good reason,
There's no turning back, no last stand.
Heart and soul, one will burn.
Heart and soul, one will burn.
Existence well what does it matter?
I exist on the best terms I can.
The past is now part of my future,
The present is well out of hand.
The present is well out of hand.
Heart and soul, one will burn.
Heart and soul, one will burn.
One will burn, one will burn.
Heart and soul, one will burn.
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#9 Re: In memoriam-Ian Curtis 18.maj 1980-18.maj 2006
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GqUFbd8aAN0
New Dawn Fades
A change of speed, a change of style
A change of scene, with no regrets
A chance to watch, admire the distance
Still occupied, though you forget
Different colours, different shades
Over each mistakes were made
I took the blame
Directionless so plain to see
A loaded gun won't set you free
So you say
We'll share a drink and step outside
An angry voice and one who cried
" We'll give you everything and more,
the strain's too much, can take much more".
Oh, I've walked on water, run through fire
Can't seem to feel it anymore
It was me, waiting for me
Hoping for something more
Me, seeing me this time, hoping for something else.
New Dawn Fades
A change of speed, a change of style
A change of scene, with no regrets
A chance to watch, admire the distance
Still occupied, though you forget
Different colours, different shades
Over each mistakes were made
I took the blame
Directionless so plain to see
A loaded gun won't set you free
So you say
We'll share a drink and step outside
An angry voice and one who cried
" We'll give you everything and more,
the strain's too much, can take much more".
Oh, I've walked on water, run through fire
Can't seem to feel it anymore
It was me, waiting for me
Hoping for something more
Me, seeing me this time, hoping for something else.
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neocekivana_sila
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montag
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#11 Re: In memoriam-Ian Curtis 18.maj 1980-18.maj 2006
@black,odlican tekst u drugom postu s vrha...stvarno treba dosta energije da se nesto smisleno napise o Joy Division-u.
Joy Division - Warsaw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9LAW7BdJ4gM
3,5,0,1,2,5, Go!
I was there in the back stage,
When the first light came around.
I grew up like a changeling,
To win the first time around.
I can see all the weakness.
I pick all the faults.
Well I concede all the faith tests,
Just ot stick in your throats.
31G, 31G, 31G
I hung around in your soundtrack,
To mirror all that you've done,
To find the right side of reason,
To kill the three lies for one,
I can see all the cold facts.
I can see through your eyes.
All this talk made no contact.
No matter how hard we tried.
31G, 31G, 31G
I can still hear the footsteps.
I can see only walls.
I slid into your man-traps,
With no hearing at all.
I just see contradiction,
Had to give up the fight,
Just to live in the past tense,
To make believe you were right.
31G, 31G, 31G
3, 5, 0, 1, 2, 5.
Joy Division - Warsaw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9LAW7BdJ4gM
3,5,0,1,2,5, Go!
I was there in the back stage,
When the first light came around.
I grew up like a changeling,
To win the first time around.
I can see all the weakness.
I pick all the faults.
Well I concede all the faith tests,
Just ot stick in your throats.
31G, 31G, 31G
I hung around in your soundtrack,
To mirror all that you've done,
To find the right side of reason,
To kill the three lies for one,
I can see all the cold facts.
I can see through your eyes.
All this talk made no contact.
No matter how hard we tried.
31G, 31G, 31G
I can still hear the footsteps.
I can see only walls.
I slid into your man-traps,
With no hearing at all.
I just see contradiction,
Had to give up the fight,
Just to live in the past tense,
To make believe you were right.
31G, 31G, 31G
3, 5, 0, 1, 2, 5.
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dezurni_ucenik
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#12 Re: In memoriam-Ian Curtis 18.maj 1980-18.maj 2006
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Meshtar
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#13 Re: In memoriam-Ian Curtis 18.maj 1980-18.maj 2006
Don't walk away in silence...
RIP
RIP
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wels
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#14 Re: In memoriam-Ian Curtis 18.maj 1980-18.maj 2006
Control (2007)
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Meshtar
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#15 Re: In memoriam-Ian Curtis 18.maj 1980-18.maj 2006
Ovaj film je jedan od onih koje treba imati. Nevezano za fanove Divisiona. Režiser filma je fotograf Anton Corbijn tako da je svaki kadar u stvari odlična crno bijela fotografija, jednostavno film se može gledati bez tona i title-a, kao izložba fotografija. Gledao sam ga na SFF-u i i sad mi je u glavi pjesma Atmosphere koja prati zadnje kadrove filma. U svakom slučaju obavezno pogledati, ako ne zbog filma onda zbog sjajne fotografije.wels wrote:Control (2007)
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Saian
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#16 Re: In memoriam-Ian Curtis 18.maj 1980-18.maj 2006
Meshtar wrote: Gledao sam ga na SFF-u i i sad mi je u glavi pjesma Atmosphere koja prati zadnje kadrove filma. U svakom slučaju obavezno pogledati, ako ne zbog filma onda zbog sjajne fotografije.
mislis one kadrove uz koje je redatelj prichao o znachaju koji za njega pjesma Athmosphere ima i koja joj je svrha u filmu, dok je za to vrijeme vrla sarajevska publika krecuci se prema kapijama metalca mumljala "A ja glupog filma!"
, ti kadrovi jel ? 
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Meshtar
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#17 Re: In memoriam-Ian Curtis 18.maj 1980-18.maj 2006
Da se po tom ravnam najbolji bi mi film bio Rambo, bio bi fan Vize za budućnost, a slušao bih Merlina. Jeb'o raju, film je beton.Saian wrote:Meshtar wrote: Gledao sam ga na SFF-u i i sad mi je u glavi pjesma Atmosphere koja prati zadnje kadrove filma. U svakom slučaju obavezno pogledati, ako ne zbog filma onda zbog sjajne fotografije.
mislis one kadrove uz koje je redatelj prichao o znachaju koji za njega pjesma Athmosphere ima i koja joj je svrha u filmu, dok je za to vrijeme vrla sarajevska publika krecuci se prema kapijama metalca mumljala "A ja glupog filma!"
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Edgarallan
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#18 Re: In memoriam-Ian Curtis 18.maj 1980-18.maj 2006
Division je tama, hahahaaa
Najveći pjesnik svih vremena!!!
Najveći pjesnik svih vremena!!!
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AmonShire
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#19 Re: In memoriam-Ian Curtis 18.maj 1980-18.maj 2006
...journalist, record mogul and club owner Tony Wilson to frame the story of the Manchester, England, music scene from the heyday of punk through the late-'80s "Madchester" era. As the founder of staunchly independent Factory Records, Wilson (Steve Coogan) shepherded the careers of doomed post-punk combo Joy Division, synth-pop superstars New Order and hedonistic louts the Happy Mondays. Along the way, he helped bring rave culture to Britain under the aegis of the legendary Hacienda nightclub. 24 Hour Party People follows Wilson from his conversion to punk at a seminal Sex Pistols concert through the suicide of Joy Division singer Ian Curtis, the overwhelming success of New Order and the eventual dissolution of the Factory empire thanks to bad business decisions, underworld ties and the hedonistic excess of the Happy Mondays. Directed by Michael Winterbottom and written by frequent collaborator Frank Cottrell Boyce, 24 Hour Party People features cameos from a large number of Manchester music luminaries. The supporting cast includes Shirley Henderson and John Simm, both of whom appeared in Winterbottom's Wonderland, while the film's title comes from a Happy Mondays song.
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tkoraza
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#20 Re: In memoriam-Ian Curtis 18.maj 1980-18.maj 2006
sjajna grupa*kultna- film je ok