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Mark

Dos'o Sveti Petar i kaze meni Djordje di je ovde put za Becej, ja mu kazem mani me se, on kaze: Pricaj ne's otici u raj!
E NES NI TI U BECEJ!

http://kovacica00-24.blogspot.com/

Mark

Dos'o Sveti Petar i kaze meni Djordje di je ovde put za Becej, ja mu kazem mani me se, on kaze: Pricaj ne's otici u raj!
E NES NI TI U BECEJ!

http://kovacica00-24.blogspot.com/

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Meho Krljic

Da, to je prejako. Jack Dangers je takođe imao svoju verziju pre neku godinu, isto vrlo dobru.

zakk

Ima nešto što sam kačio pod posebnim topicima:

SF/muzika: Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros

SF muzika: Generacija 5 :)

sf muzika: Janelle Monáe

i naravno koješta kojekuda...
Why shouldn't things be largely absurd, futile, and transitory? They are so, and we are so, and they and we go very well together.

Mark

Dos'o Sveti Petar i kaze meni Djordje di je ovde put za Becej, ja mu kazem mani me se, on kaze: Pricaj ne's otici u raj!
E NES NI TI U BECEJ!

http://kovacica00-24.blogspot.com/

zakk

Evo onda malo preterivanja:

Bal-Sagoth - Starfire Burning Upon The Ice Veiled Throne Of Ultima Thule

Spears agleam in the dying sun,
The blood is spilled, the battle's won,
From the icy throne of God-King shall rule,
When nine stars kiss the moon o'er Ultima Thule.

[Old Northlander war-song, found in the ancient scrolls of Volmyr]

The  Final  Part  of  Voryn  Helmsmiter's Journey to the Ice Realm: Blood
drips  from  my frost-encased sword, forming a crimson blossom upon the ice...
My limbs cold, becoming as one with the massing snows... my eyes nearly frozen
closed.  For  how  long  had  we  travelled? The memory grows dim, lost in the
cruel,  searing  storm-winds. And now, at last... our quest is at an end. With
the  blessings  of  the  elders  we began our journey beyond the great veil of
shadowed  glaciers...  They  spoke  of  a  prophecy  foretold,  an ancient and
glorious  legacy,  A  quest for the realm of legendry lost to man since before
even the Star-Lords descended... Now, only I survive, my blood spilling to the
ice,  turning  to  crimson crystal upon the deeply frozen earth. Elder sorcery
crackles  and hums all about me, coursing through the sky, the snow... As grim
destiny  approaches  with  the freezing boreal gales and this ancient prophecy
unfolds...

[Predication of the Elders:]
Go,  follow  the witch-lights in the northern night sky, beyond the great
silvern  mountains...  Let  the  sacred moon-crystal be your guide, beware the
sentinels at the Caverns of Eternal Mist...

Spears agleam in the dying sun,
The blood is spilled, the battle's won,
From the icy throne of God-King shall rule,
When nine stars kiss the moon o'er Ultima Thule.

Swathed in moon-frosts, in icy winds our blazon flying,
Iron gleaming 'neath the stars, black skies ablaze with astral fire,
White wolves (like silent spirits) haunt us, ever northwards, the ice-gem
leads us, glimmering,
Powerful spells entwine the shrine of legendry, mighty gates of frozen
splendour looming,
When the moon and stars shine as one upon the snows, the ancient ice-gate
opens, the prophecy is fulfilled!

Towering, ice-encrusted forms lumber forth from the freezing mist,
(Their eyes shimmering with a fiendish, eldritch malevolance...)
Our steel is raised against their weapons of gleaming crystal,
And the virgin snow is rendered crimson by bloodshed in a searing storm of
slaughter.
(Wounded, dying, my flesh rent by weapons no human ever forged or wielded, I
am beckoned forward by a strange, alluring force from beyond the veil of
swirling mists...)

Shadows, images form in the glittering rune-carved walls of this glacial
chamber,
Secrets frozen within the timeless vaults of eternity...
The throne of the time-lost ice realm, entwined in the mantle of such searing
star-born power...
This frozen, aeon-cloaked seat of immortal majesty... (of an empire forged
long before the vast seas rose in devouring fury!)

What shimmering swords raised in combat once sang with the glorious clamour
of steel on steel?
What splendid banners, billowing in the icy gales, once heralded the march
of these invincible silverclad legions to the blood-swathed embrace of epic
battle?
The glory of untold thousands of years past... this ethereal legacy of
mighty Ultima Thule.
The frozen eyes of immortal kings watch me... such a dark splendour!

The Guardian of Ice and Shadow:
The grim Ice-Gods sleep in these frost-bound tombs, illumined by the caress
of lunar fire,
And the kiss of star-gleam from the stygian void...
All is now as was foretold in prophecy, written in the very ether of empyreal
eternity...
The celestial alignment is night... the conjunction is at hand!

And nine stars illumine the northern heavens, a vast cosmic sigil with the
silvern moon at its centre...
Blazing argent light fills the chamber, engulfing the hewn walls of elder ice,
These ancient carvings in a time-veiled tongue, (etched into the primeval ice
countless aeons ago, now bathed in diaphonous incandescence by this storm of
lucent stellar power, their mindsearing meaning at last becomes known to me...)
their cosmic secrets unfold...
The ice-throne is encased by a shimmering wall of writhing cerulean flame,
A lambent flame far colder than the frozen surface upon which it dances...

And then, enlightenment comes, gleaming down upon my consciousness as the
bright  moon  gazes  down upon this auroral vista... From my mind is lifted an
obscuring  veil,  a  veil induced by sorcerous arts, and I realize I have been
merely  a vassal of another's twisted will, a pawn in a game which is entwined
in  treachery  and  malign  aspirations  to  thresholds of great power. Such a
traitorous web has been spun! The elders of my kingdom bow in obeisance to the
vile  priests  of Xothan'kur, and it is their diseased machinations which have
urged  me here, to the very heart of the far-fabled ice realm... for they seek
to  usurp  the  power  of  the  Conjunction, stealing the vast energies of the
Ice-Veiled throne and absorbing them into their own leprous, undead bodies, pe
rpetuating  the  adoration  of  their  abhorrent  liege  for  countless  ages,
liberating  his  vile  will  and enslaving the realms of the world... Aye, for
generations  they  have plotted their actions, and I was the key to this plot,
chosen from birth for this fated journey... for the blood of the ancient kings
of  Ultima  Thule runs strong in my veins, and only once in every aeon may one
such  as I stand before the throne during the great cosmic alignment, when the
sorceries of the ancient Ice-Gods are at their peak, and rightfully wield this
power unleashed... And yet I vow that the vile minions of Xothan'kur shall not
prevail...  Liberating  the  fettered  power  of the moon-crystal, I sever the
tendrils  of  their  dark  conjurings, and their aspirations are at an end, th
eir  spells  broken  by  the  very power which they sought to usurp! The final
vestiges  of  mortal life flee my body in crimson gouts, and at last I realize
what  the fates have spun for me, and what is carved in the very ice all about
me... My destiny is at ha nd...

[The Herald of Enlightenment:]
And so, enrob'd by tendrils of starfire and the raiments of lunar mist,
The immortal liege whose sceptred empire is eternity,
Sits enthroned and brooding over his dark realm once more.
The last of my life's blood spills to the ice, (as star-wrought destiny is at
last fulfilled.)
Swathed in freezing flame...
The mystic wolves of the frost-moon (slowly, silently) encircle me,
Their eyes are blazing azure, and their fur is whiter than the sublime snows.
Such power! I am the Chosen... the secrets of the earth and the stars are
unlocked before me...
I am destined to reign forever... to reign from the Ice-Veiled Throne of
Ultima Thule!

[Lyrics: Byron]
[Music: Chris and Jonny Maudling]
Why shouldn't things be largely absurd, futile, and transitory? They are so, and we are so, and they and we go very well together.

zakk

Why shouldn't things be largely absurd, futile, and transitory? They are so, and we are so, and they and we go very well together.

Gaff

Sum, ergo cogito, ergo dubito.

Apejron

Vidi tekst u časopisu GRADINA broj 34 / 2010:
Marijan Cvetanović MUZIKA I SF FILM
Ne boj se, ja sam sa tobom!

Gaff

Sum, ergo cogito, ergo dubito.

Gaff

Sum, ergo cogito, ergo dubito.

HAL


zakk

Why shouldn't things be largely absurd, futile, and transitory? They are so, and we are so, and they and we go very well together.

Gaff

Sum, ergo cogito, ergo dubito.

Milosh

"Ernest Hemingway once wrote: "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part."

http://milosh.mojblog.rs/

Gaff

Sum, ergo cogito, ergo dubito.

Gaff

Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer - "I Google You"


Eto kako to izgleda kada se udruži bračni par.

"She wrote the chords, he wrote the lyrics." kaže YT.
Sum, ergo cogito, ergo dubito.

zakk

Why shouldn't things be largely absurd, futile, and transitory? They are so, and we are so, and they and we go very well together.

Nightflier

Ajde što one dve ribe drže pijuke kao pičke, nego što i Loša drži pijuk kao pičkica. Žasu.
Sebarsko je da budu gladni.
First 666

дејан

знано је да је лоша пичкица, зато носи капу!
...barcode never lies
FLA

Nightflier

Ćuti, more! I ja sam počeo da nosim kapu!
Sebarsko je da budu gladni.
First 666

дејан

није то исто!
...barcode never lies
FLA

zakk

OĆEMO FOTKU, ODMA! SA KAPOM I PIJUKOM!
Why shouldn't things be largely absurd, futile, and transitory? They are so, and we are so, and they and we go very well together.

Nightflier



Džebiga, nemam pijuk. Bar ne u Beogradu...
Sebarsko je da budu gladni.
First 666

дејан

...barcode never lies
FLA

Melkor

 :-D ODLICNO!!!  :-D
"Realism is a literary technique no longer adequate for the purpose of representing reality."

Nightflier

Sebarsko je da budu gladni.
First 666

Gaff

Sum, ergo cogito, ergo dubito.

Gaff

The Pegasus Award for Excellence in Filking
Quote
The Pegasus Awards were founded by OVFF to recognize and honor excellence in filking.



GA Filk
Sum, ergo cogito, ergo dubito.

zakk

Why shouldn't things be largely absurd, futile, and transitory? They are so, and we are so, and they and we go very well together.


Gaff

Sum, ergo cogito, ergo dubito.

Gaff

Sum, ergo cogito, ergo dubito.

Gaff

Sum, ergo cogito, ergo dubito.

Gaff

Rachel Bloom sings Season's of Love... in Klingon!

Rachel Bloom sings Season's of Love... in Klingon!
Sum, ergo cogito, ergo dubito.

Gaff

Sum, ergo cogito, ergo dubito.

Gaff

The Greatest Science Fiction Opera Composer in History: Karlheinz Stockhausen

(by Joe Drew via io9)


Quote
His next project was Light, a 7-opera cycle with each entry named after a day of the week. Now, he embraced The Urantia Book's sci-fi version of Christianity more publicly. He adopted the book's idea that Christ was actually the archangel Michael, on a mission that took him to six other planets before he incarnated on Earth (which is called "Urantia" in the book). His main adversary is Lucifer, who has rebelled against God's plan for intelligent beings to make the ascending journey through the universes.

There are touches of the absurd throughout. In the finale of Saturday, a procession of monks carry a giant black bird in a cage while they sing a hymn by St. Francis of Assisi. A bag of coconuts drops from the sky, and the monks take turns smashing them on the ground. In Friday, the action is periodically interrupted by a dozen fornicating pairs: man/woman, cat/dog, pencil/pencil sharpener, violin/bow, race car/driver, etc. Eventually, the couples start to swap partners and the orgy yields unnatural hybrid offspring that look like they walked off a David Cronenberg set.

Today in Birmingham, England, the only opera from the cycle that hasn't been fully staged, Wednesday, will be performed for the first time.



http://io9.com/5937169/the-greatest-science-fiction-opera-composer-in-history
Sum, ergo cogito, ergo dubito.

Meho Krljic

Bogami lepo i pošteno. Šteta što Karlhajnc nije ovo doživeo, ali eto...

Tex Murphy

Genetski četnik

Novi smakosvjetovni blog!

Gaff

Sum, ergo cogito, ergo dubito.

Gaff

Sum, ergo cogito, ergo dubito.

Gaff

Abney Park's Airship Pirates: A Music Inspired Steampunk Extravaganza

(via Black Gate)

QuoteThis month it's Ken Walton here, and I'll be taking a look at our music-inspired steampunk extravaganza, Abney Park's Airship Pirates RPG.


http://www.blackgate.com/2012/09/10/abney-park%E2%80%99s-airship-pirates-a-music-inspired-steampunk-extravaganza/
Sum, ergo cogito, ergo dubito.

Gaff


http://music.cbc.ca/#/blogs/2013/2/Space-jam-watch-the-premiere-of-ISS-Is-Somebody-Singing


QuoteWatch the video above as astronaut Chris Hadfield, from aboard the International Space Station, performs "I.S.S. (Is Somebody Singing)" with Ed Robertson, the rest of the Barenaked Ladies and the Wexford Gleeks from Wexford Collegiate School for the Arts, who were all at the CBC studios in Toronto.
Sum, ergo cogito, ergo dubito.

Melkor

"Realism is a literary technique no longer adequate for the purpose of representing reality."

zakk

Zapravo nije loša pesma!

Space Jam: 'I.S.S. (Is Somebody Singing)' [Best Quality HD]

Dugo te nije bilo! Hvala Gafe!
Why shouldn't things be largely absurd, futile, and transitory? They are so, and we are so, and they and we go very well together.

дејан

...barcode never lies
FLA

divča

And every life became
A brilliant breaking of the bank,
A quite unlosable game.

Gaff


Musica Globalista: Kepler Aria, the Punk Rock Star video

(via Wired via Bruce Sterling via Jasmina Tešanović)


Sum, ergo cogito, ergo dubito.

Gaff

Sum, ergo cogito, ergo dubito.