What are you listening to?

solarmind said:
goyacobol said:
solarmind,

Hola Goyacobol .. yea Plitvice are so amazing and there is also another very similar on river Krka _http://www.npkrka.hr/en/ - where you can even swim on waterfalls ... and next to Plitvice there is one village with little lakes and waterfalls also perfect for relaxing and swimming ... and sure there is, as everywhere in Croatia country side, paleo diet a must! perfect domestic lamb ... mmm njami ;) .. yep if you ever decide to visit I'll be happy to help you to find the little hidden places ... :flowers:
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I have just noticed how many of us are from around the world and try to learn more about what it is like in other countries. I appreciate your offer. It would be great in a perfect world for forum members to share whatever good things are left. I guess I am daydreaming a bit to imagine visiting the interesting places some of us come from. I couldn't help but notice the natural beauty of your country. Let's hope you stay safe in these coming days of the "Valley of the Shadow". If we make it through that I suppose there may be many possibilities for all of us. :)
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:) ... so many times goes through my mind how Croatia is kind of a perfect for "refuge" ;) ... all the islands with looong history and tradition and preserved traditional life in synergy with nature and human values, and all that at the heart of Europe, at the Mediterranean coast ...

any way ... let me share one beautiful traditional love song


Duni mi, duni, lađane, ( whisper your soul to me, you my river breeze )
dojdi mi, dojdi, dragane, ( come, come to me, my darling )

U moju bašču zelenu, ( come to my garden of green )
pod moju ružu rumenu. ( under my rosy rose )

Povedi konja za sobom, ( take your horse with you, )
zaveži ga ruži za koren, ( tide it to a rosy root )

Neka mu ruža miriše, ( let him feel the rose perfume )
neka moj dragi uzdiše. ( let my darling sigh )

Silan sam biser rasula, ( all my pearls I spill around )

Dojdi ga dragi kupiti, ( Come my love to collect my pearls )
a ja ću tebe ljubiti. ( while I am kissing you )

I did a clumsy translation ... it is not easy at all as our language is sooo rich and archaic actually, I really do adore all slavic languages ... specially certain archaic dialects that we still use ... our each island has different dialect that sounds when they speak almost like another language ... it is so poetic, and rich in sound and some subtle resonant "meaning" ... and in Croatia it is specific that our language is mixed with Italian, German, Hungarian .. and it gives really a touch of richness ... sadly is that it all gets wipe out in the cities by so dominant american and hollywood lame and dull cultural imperialism ....
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solarmind,

That's a beautiful song. The balance of the instruments, flute guitar and drum reminds me of Simon And Garfunkel - Scarborough Fair. I am a bit older than some here and I am kind of from the folk song era so I like a more traditional sound with accoustic instruments and vocals.

Somewhere I read the slavic languages may be some of the oldest. Thanks for sharing that beautiful song.

When I listened on YouTube the next song came up Afion - Anadolka I really liked the 12-string guitar and flute. :)
 
There's a lot of "meditation" and "new age" music out there, but Dean Evenson d'Rachel's music seems to stand above most of it.

Below's a link to the first song I heard by this guy. This simple duet of harp and flute creates the most beautiful, peaceful, uplifting music that puts me in a sublime state of mind. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

_https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pFDETv3Cg-Q
 
Here's a funky song with lyrics full of colorful metaphors--including a reference to Cassiopaea! I like it because, to me, it seems like a poignant description of all the struggles, false paths and cultural lies that challenged her as she worked, first, to "fit in", and then, to discover her real self, and her place in the world. At least that’s my take on it. What do you think? (I've underlined a few interesting phrases.)

“Fini Dolo Feat”
by Miss Sonja Sohn
_https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ozrPaN_kLg&t=0m15s

Time rolled up on me like a dense fog
Takin’ little bites of night while I slept with my eyes open.
I was star gazin’ like I often did and
I learned to twinkle up there with the best of ’em.
From Little Dipper to Big Bear I grew
Became some old complicated shit like Cassiopeia.
Caught me out there between Pluto and
A galaxy two doors down from my childhood.
Lead me out of my mind

See, I don’t know if I was born with this affliction
Or if it was born out of necessity.
And I don’t wonder if it’s a curse or a blessing anymore
Because reality crashed down on me and
Ripped the Faust face from mine.
I get bits and pieces every now and then of how it happened
Which makes me think TV should be banned from the ghetto.
Since it be from all the smoke and fog that ate up my life.
The real one.
The one I wouldn’t recognize now if it knocked on my head three times and shook my hand.

Once when I was a kid I stuck my head in a vise
Sandwiched it right between The Brady Bunch and Beaver Cleaver.
I kept turnin’ the screws, tryin’ to make ’em fit.
Would’ve been nice if my eyeballs just popped out
And released all the pressure through my sockets.
But God’s got a real f- - - - d-up sense of humor sometimes.
Now I’m walkin’ ’round with two screws stickin’ out the side of my head
A cross between Frankenstein and My Favorite Martian
Trying to use tools that don’t work down here.
Guess I’m lucky Earth people got eyes that don’t see.

I used to move a lot
Thinkin’ that maybe I was just in the wrong place.
But I have moved through classes, races, genders and marital statuses
Through drugs, prisons, gods, sexual identities,
Heavens, hells, worlds, bodies, spirits and minds…
Just your regular old, run of the mill, recycled, reincarnated, reinvented…miracle.

But still I’m caught
Somewhere between you gotta want it bad enough and payin’ my dues.
Somewhere between a will and a way.
Somewhere tryin’ to make it happen.
But why doesn’t anybody tell you that wills and ways are for the rich who
Buy sell and trade dreams like they playin’ the stock market?
That “hope” is a peso on Wall Street and
Mixed up little black girls from the ghetto
Who are low on confidence
Can’t use self esteem for collateral.
‘Specially when it’s been whipped out of you Just stolen right from under my nose

While I was jumpin’ rope, playin’ kick ball
And thinkin’ I was a kid…
Well everybody else was playin’ pretend.
Playin’ like I was a grown up.

Once you swallow that American Dream shit, it ain’t goin’ nowhere.
Yeah, it can turn into some ole’ Afro-Centric, multi-cultural, humanist type manifestation
But still it’s there.
I have -flicked- myself so many ways tryin’ to get-it and get-rid-of-it
That I have turned into a sub-terranian, dream-bingeing and purging, mirage-aholic.
And even after I’ve whipped out my fierce, psychoanalytical, constructionist, kung fu moves,
It’s still there
The last surviving remnant of the internalized, sub-atomic explosion of 1989
Just a big… fat… cockroach
Nibblin’ away at my consciousness.
And I be damned if I ain’t right back where I started
Tryin’ to live a dream
And bein’ sentenced to life instead.
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JGeropoulas said:
Here's a funky song with lyrics full of colorful metaphors--including a reference to Cassiopaea! I like it because, to me, it seems like a poignant description of all the struggles, false paths and cultural lies that challenged her as she worked, first, to "fit in", and then, to discover her real self, and her place in the world. At least that’s my take on it. What do you think? (I've underlined a few interesting phrases.)

“Fini Dolo Feat”
by Miss Sonja Sohn
_https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ozrPaN_kLg&t=0m15s

Time rolled up on me like a dense fog
Takin’ little bites of night while I slept with my eyes open.
I was star gazin’ like I often did and
I learned to twinkle up there with the best of ’em.
From Little Dipper to Big Bear I grew
Became some old complicated shit like Cassiopeia.
Caught me out there between Pluto and
A galaxy two doors down from my childhood.
Lead me out of my mind

See, I don’t know if I was born with this affliction
Or if it was born out of necessity.
And I don’t wonder if it’s a curse or a blessing anymore
Because reality crashed down on me and
Ripped the Faust face from mine.
I get bits and pieces every now and then of how it happened
Which makes me think TV should be banned from the ghetto.
Since it be from all the smoke and fog that ate up my life.
The real one.
The one I wouldn’t recognize now if it knocked on my head three times and shook my hand.

Once when I was a kid I stuck my head in a vise
Sandwiched it right between The Brady Bunch and Beaver Cleaver.
I kept turnin’ the screws, tryin’ to make ’em fit.
Would’ve been nice if my eyeballs just popped out
And released all the pressure through my sockets.
But God’s got a real f- - - - d-up sense of humor sometimes.
Now I’m walkin’ ’round with two screws stickin’ out the side of my head
A cross between Frankenstein and My Favorite Martian
Trying to use tools that don’t work down here.
Guess I’m lucky Earth people got eyes that don’t see.

I used to move a lot
Thinkin’ that maybe I was just in the wrong place.
But I have moved through classes, races, genders and marital statuses
Through drugs, prisons, gods, sexual identities,
Heavens, hells, worlds, bodies, spirits and minds…
Just your regular old, run of the mill, recycled, reincarnated, reinvented…miracle.

But still I’m caught
Somewhere between you gotta want it bad enough and payin’ my dues.
Somewhere between a will and a way.
Somewhere tryin’ to make it happen.
But why doesn’t anybody tell you that wills and ways are for the rich who
Buy sell and trade dreams like they playin’ the stock market?
That “hope” is a peso on Wall Street and
Mixed up little black girls from the ghetto
Who are low on confidence
Can’t use self esteem for collateral.
‘Specially when it’s been whipped out of you Just stolen right from under my nose

While I was jumpin’ rope, playin’ kick ball
And thinkin’ I was a kid…
Well everybody else was playin’ pretend.
Playin’ like I was a grown up.

Once you swallow that American Dream shit, it ain’t goin’ nowhere.
Yeah, it can turn into some ole’ Afro-Centric, multi-cultural, humanist type manifestation
But still it’s there.
I have -flicked- myself so many ways tryin’ to get-it and get-rid-of-it
That I have turned into a sub-terranian, dream-bingeing and purging, mirage-aholic.
And even after I’ve whipped out my fierce, psychoanalytical, constructionist, kung fu moves,
It’s still there
The last surviving remnant of the internalized, sub-atomic explosion of 1989
Just a big… fat… cockroach
Nibblin’ away at my consciousness.
And I be damned if I ain’t right back where I started
Tryin’ to live a dream
And bein’ sentenced to life instead.
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Geropoulas,

I liked it. It is a bit like the 1950s and into the early 60s beatnik genre but with a more serious flavor I think. I feel it almost gives glimpses of the "predator's mind" in all of us.

The 1950s was more poetry with a little jazz thrown into the mix such as Jack Kerouac- American Haiku .

The 60s became a bit more folk music influenced such as GREENWICH VILLAGE DURING THE BEAT-NIK ERA FOLKIES AND FOLK SINGERS 1961

It almost seems the more things change they stay the same. :/
Thanks for sharing. :)
 
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