61 - dear mallika

The first time I happened to listen it was on MTV. Neither the internet, nor the mobile phones were integral in our lives those days... I think it's a wonderful clip and matches the song perfectly. In fact I am rather uneasy sharing this video because I never like sharing things that I value tremendously, things what I like most... And now it is here at my favorite reflection. Please feel free to browse away after this sentence :)

Here's a music video-clip with a theme eternally valid.
I searched for the song without a clue about its title, more than a year. Back in 2001, in a moment I expected least there it was, the rhyme and the melody, playing on the computer of my girlfriend's roommate or something like that...

Dear Mallika
I've been missing you in my soul
Haven't seen you in what seems like centuries
I'm so cold
And although I know you're safe in paradise
Still I can't help but worry
For your safety I pay any price
I'm sorry I didn't recognize your fathers struggle
But its hard to be understanding with the amounts of task I juggle
When I think of paradise
And the natural spring flowing
I get jealous of your father
Fearing your love for him might be growing

Dôme épais; Le jasmin a la rose s'assemble

Rive en fleurs, frais matin, nous appellent ensemble

Sous le dôme épais, oû le blanc jasmin a la rose s'assemble

Sur la rive en fleur, riant au matin

viens, descendons ensemble

Dear Mallika
When I held you in my arms
Your skin was like a rose slightly caressed by the sun
I chose you before anyone
Walked through the garden barefoot
Tasting mangoes in the forest
My feelings can't be captured by an artist
It was beautiful in every heavenly way imagined
You're my hero
For you I'd slay any dragon
Dig tunnels to the depths of my own weakness
I miss all your grandeur your splendor your sweetness
Your eloquence fine raiment's sensitivity
In a land of thousand paradises

You're the epitome
And I'm missing you
For love intensifies from yearning
I have a smoke filled aura
For my insides are burning
My love is in your shadows
My prayers are always near
And although I live oppressed Mallika
I have no fear
For I know that destiny will cause our paths to cross
And I shall process once more
The love I almost lost
Yes, yes

Dôme épais; Le jasmin a la rose s'assemble

Rive en fleurs, frais matin, nous appellent ensemble

Sous le dôme épais, oû le blanc jasmin a la rose s'assemble

Sur la rive en fleur, riant au matin

viens, descendons ensemble

Dear Mallika, sweet Mallika
As for me sweet Mallika, my country's in upheaval
Mens' hearts have darkened
Seduced by silent evil
They oppress me for color, class, even religion
Vacuums filled with narcissism sucking up the living
Colonial mentality
Conquerors of peaceful tribes
I suffocate and grow weary trying to stand in the tide
But just knowing that one day I'll have Mallika by my side
Helps me live on through the storm
And pull the thorns from my side

Dôme épais; Le jasmin a la rose s'assemble

Rive en fleurs, frais matin, nous appellent ensemble

Sous le dôme épais, oû le blanc jasmin a la rose s'assemble

Sur la rive en fleur, riant au matin

viens, descendons ensemble

Dear Mallika
Sweet sweet sweet sweet Mallika
For an eternity, I shall love you eternally
Wherever you go, my heart goes with you
I'll always love you
We will always be one

Recorded at Chung King N. Y.

Engineer: Mario Rodriguez

Opera Vocals: Kathy Magestro and Heike Therjung

Recorded at Opus 80 Frankfurt - Engineer: Jörg Grünfelder

Song recorded and mixed at Chung King Studios N. Y.

Engineer: Mario Rodriguez

LL Cool J Publishing / BMI Publishing

PolyGram Publishing / Edition Madhouse / EMI Publishing

Any dedications? Not really..

40 - Yann Tiersen y Les Têtes Raides - Ginette

Kaybedecegi bir sey olmadan kendi yazdigin kurallari bozmanin buyusu altinda, ben hep nefret ederek kurmusumdur bitmek bilmez sonu gelmez cumleleri. Nefret ise hos bir sozcuk degil ve son derece kisitli. Neden sonra Turkce yazdim, yazilarina Ingilizce devam ettigim bloga. Degisiklik olsun diye belki, belki de Ginette oyle istedi diye...

on va s'aimer encore et encore
pendant des années
j'étais là moi monsieur
sinon on sait pas trop c'qu'il faut faire
et là y a la Ginette qui valse en guinguette
qu'a toujours un verre d'avance
des fois qu'on ferme la dernière porte

Maybe really there was no time to fight, in a world where there's too much...
Neither I speak this or that language. But instead there are languages unspoken that we all know. Ginette knows it best, not me, not you.

By the way Tiersen rules. I read this in a youtube comment. How true! And there are others who rule... Musicians, authors, thespians, sculptors, cinematographers, actors/actresses, painters, designers and those who put their imagination in what they are inspired to do. But not everyone. If only it was the case, there would be no hatred. In the end, as someone maybe Dr. Johnson said or maybe none said it yet, we come to understand that the poets are the lawmakers of the universe.

34 - Die hard

Title is from a Rolling Stones' song. Well, just several hours after the supposedly last post for an indefinite time period ahead, here we go again. But sorry, this blog is not made of bricks. I wish to do whatever I do. So when I was wasting some time on YouTube, found out about this video clip of one of my all time favourite artists. The video is perfect, both plot-wise and photography-wise. Steering-wise, just fine.

Dom Andra by Kent -lead vocalist Berg makes an appearance on the reflection at the window glass.

23 - Les mondes engloutis

"Ever since the time of the great cataclysm, the Arkadians have lived deep in the center of the Earth. They believed they were the only survivors of this great devastation. Their civilization thrived under the power of their sun, the Terra...until it began to fail. In desperation, the children of Arkadia broke the law and entered the forbidden archives searching for a solution. What they discovered gave them hope. Anxiously, they used their special powers and created a messenger to the people above. They named her Arkanna..."

The plot behind this timeless yet old for TV piece of French animation goes as above, basically. The search for a solution and the hope for its existence forms the core of the sentiment conveyed. Revealing the mystique reality of a secret world behind our world, provides a platform to unleash the imagination on. Yet there is more space on that platform for yet alone imagination to fill. Our basic instinct, the need to know stands close. Suppose this time it's again, understanding of who we are and where we live in. Then comes next, the projection of our futures. Which is the past of others. In the mystique and very science-fictional history of ours, where people of the middle ages would never think of, here in a piece of nothing portrayed by dots and pixels accessible worldwide, name it a blog if you wish, I am writing about les mondes engloutis; the worlds that are engulfed.

"Toi, enfant de la Terre écoute-moi
Toi qui a le secret du Shagma
Dans toutes les strates et les mondes engloutis
Suit Spartakus, Bob, Rebecca

O vous, enfants de lumière suivez-moi
Vous qui connaissez notre passé
Vers Arkadia, vers les Mondes Engloutis
Pour nous sauver la vie ...

Suis les Mondes Engloutis
Jusqu'au creux de la Terre
Enfant va et vole avec nous
Au fond des univers
Enfant suis les Mondes Engloutis
Jusqu'au creux de la Terre

Sors de la nuit de la mer et du temps
Revis les légendes que porte le vent
Va vaincre le mystère, la peur, le froid
Suis Spartakus, Bob, Arkana

O toi, enfant du ciel marche sans effroi
Dis-nous que demain il revivra
Sors le Shagma le soleil de l'oubli
Des mondes engloutis

Suis les Mondes Engloutis
Jusqu'au creux de la Terre
Enfant va et vole avec nous
Au fond des univers ..."