Sans Soleil - Chris Marker - 1983
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Close-up (Nema-Ye Nazdik) - Abbas Kiarostami (1990)
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Close-up (1990)
Abbas Kiarostami’
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Scroobius Pip - Broken Promise
This is to anyone out there that's listening
From anyone who ever let you down and went missing
Lovers, parents, best friends, and siblings
Sometimes life conspires to make liars of good men
This is to anyone out there that's listening
From everyone that ever let you down and went missing
Lovers, parents, best friends, and siblings
Sometimes life conspires to make liars of good men
I'm sorry I wasn't who you thought I was
Fuck it, I'm sorry I wasn't who I thought I was
I said no matter what, I'd always be there, but that wasn't honest
Because I'm not
And cause that ain't how life goes
Broken promise
Growing up, I always thought I was one of the good guys
I thought it was black and white like that
That I could nurture my good side
But I've caused hurt and I've stripped pride
Both on the surface and inside
I wasn't cursed with a dark side, I was just normal
Average, regular, nothing special, I'm telling you
Just being human makes you both God and the Devil's clear replica
I've had my emotions crushed and maybe crushed a few along the way
And at the time, I meant every single word I would say
Every word of love, and every word of hate
Every time I would adore, and every time I'd berate
But time passes, and sometimes those emotions fade
Making liars of both the threats and the promises made
But is a lie really a lie if you mean it at the time?
How can a lie be a lie if you mean it at the time?
A lie can't be a lie if you mean it at the time
How can a lie be a lie if you mean it?
This is to anyone out there that's listening
This is to
This is to anyone out there that's still breathing
I bought a heartbreak hotel
On my own, with no investors
Closed it down and opened the "Fuck you, get over it" bed and breakfast
In loving memory of having loving memories
Of combustible emotions, and having real enemies
Typically poetically dramatic endings
Were once a trademark of mine
Patents pending
And the mighty height of emotions on parting ways
Was always grander than the connections of the early days
When we were fighting, there used to be thunder and lightning
Ferociously frightening, a clash of the titans
Emotions heightened, every single muscle tightened
An addiction to the thrill of the fight, the excitement
Love at first sight always seemed unconsidered
I'd rather love at first fight, and then onto double figures
An unconditional love? Well, that just means nothing
In love with the mere idea of loving something
Always just hunting for that near-life experience
In fear of missing something vital from your own existence
All your emotions subconsciously thought out and scripted
Less about how you're feeling
More about how you fucking depict it
But all that stops when one day you just decide to stop playing along
That point in time when the most amazing things in the world can just as easily seem
Pedestrian
You've lost both that loving and that loathing feeling
Turns out, hell does have a bottom
And heaven, a ceiling
Both love and hate become opaque in time's wake
A face that once summons rage, now summons nothing
Whether it's emotions tethered, nerve endings severed
Or just the outlook you acquire when you're a little more weathered
Remaining conscious of this all, and in a way, feeling above it
Still feels like bad riddance to good rubbish
But is a lie really a lie if you mean it at the time?
How can a lie be a lie if you mean it?
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Hey now, overcome your concern about the weather
And whether or not I'm still alive
Check the vital signs
So soft spoken and shy
Never gets high anymore
Did you poison my food, forgive me I've paranoid flu
I've been lying wide awake paralyzed by the buzzing of the television
These modern things we know, getting you off
These modern things we know, getting you off
Haunting us, these different meanings and spectral beings.
We're fighting sleep with broken, rusted weaponry.
Sing so softly and low, like you want me to hear.
Stolen what you can't afford,
What's that muffle beating for?
I've been lying wide awake paralyzed by the buzzing of the television
These modern things we know, getting you off
These modern things we know, getting you off
Something I could never say, speak so softly and low.
Something I could never say
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Days of Heaven - Terrence Malick (1978)
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Days of Heaven - Terrence Malick (1978)
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Lycia - Renewal (Ionia, 1991)
(you don’t know what a shattered heart feels like until you listen to this song)
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Sandman - chapter 06, page 21
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marimea inimii unui om este egală
cu cea a propriului său pumn
îmi aduc aminte de prima bătaie
(Marius Aldea)
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If you look at the four seasons, each season brings fruit. In summer, there's fruit, in autumn, too. Winter brings different fruit and spring, too. No mother can fill her fridge with such a variety of fruit for her children. No mother can do as much for her children as God does for His creatures. You want to refuse all that? You want to give it all up? You want to give up the taste of cherries?
Taste of Cherry - Abbas Kiarostami (1997)
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iesiseram spre dimineata de la veioze drogati eu dulamita si doanca pe dorobanti era aprilie dar ger ca-n februarie tropaiam pe trotuare aburi grosi ieseau din canale orele noptii intrasera-n fazele lor terminale si eram numai noi pe strazi si echipele de maturatori chiori de somn si pasarile-si incepusera cantarile Bucurestiul inca nu se trezise poate dormea poate murise si eu cu dulamita si doanca pluteam undeva intre realitate si vise alunecam de juma de ora pe dorobanti ca pe schiuri si nu gaseam in pula mea o statie de taxiuri era nasol frate ne era somn si foame si frig si de toate si pe fiecare dintre noi il taia o pisare si eram numai noi pe strazi si echipele de maturatori chiori de somn si pasarile-si incepusera cantarile Bucurestiul inca nu se trezise poate dormea poate murise
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don’t go and lose your face / at some stranger’s place / and don’t forget to breathe / and pay before your leave
Russia. Saint Petersburg, 2001.
by Yuri Maksimov
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The amazing JB Nelson
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As I was moving ahead occasionally I saw brief glimpses of beauty - Jonas Mekas
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Karhozat - Bela Tarr
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The Prefab People (Bela Tarr, 1981)
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