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devosopmaandag · 10 months
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“Mijn verleden is een reis van een domme vlinder aan zee”
Alles is heel eenvoudig en ingewikkeld tegelijk, of misschien is het andersom. Het is zondagochtend vroeg, buiten koert een duif, wolken jagen voort, mussen zoeken naar hun dagelijkse voer, de rambler is zijn glorie kwijt, mestgeur komt van de boerderij. Ik ben in Friesland, mijn land van herkomst. We zitten twee weken in het huis van vriendin Froukje in het dorp L. Iedereen kan zich een voorstelling van bovenstaande maken, maar de vragen stapelen zich op. Hoezo krijgen de mussen voer in de zomer? Wat is een 'rambler'? Land van herkomst, maar je bent toch in Indonesië geboren? Of is het Indië? Waarom iets wat eenvoudig is meteen weer ingewikkeld maken?!
Het antwoord op de laatste vraag is: ik lees 'Geboortegrond'* van de Poolse schrijver Czeslaw Milosz (1911-2004), wiens gedichten heel veel voor mij betekenen en die ik vaak herlees. Zo'n beetje alles van hem is vertaald door Gerard Rasch; ik moet dus ook zeggen: de vertalingen van Rasch betekenen heel veel voor mij. Dat dikke boek ligt thuis, en ik mis het, omdat ik nu een heel andere Milosz lees.
Toen ik tweedehands zijn autobiografie vond, verwachtte ik, een beetje naïef, meer te weten te komen over de dichter, maar ik ontmoette de socioloog-historicus-denker. Hij schetst de 20e-eeuwse geschiedenis van het noordelijke Oost-Europa, het gebied dat Rusland, de Baltische staten, Polen en Wit-Rusland beslaat. Zelf is hij in Litouwen geboren, alsof dat zo simpel ligt. Er zijn weinig gebieden op aarde waar grenzen zich zo verschoven als kronkelende rivierbeddingen, waar bevolkingsgroepen en talen zich als olie en water scheidden en of mengden. In die duizelingwekkende tijd en wereld is hij wisselend speelbal, speler en buitenstaander. Het lezen vraagt grote concentratie en is even duizelingwekkend en soms bijna abstract. Milosz' leven valt samen met het Europa in de twintigste eeuw. Maar heel af en toe komt de dichter te voorschijn. Als hij tijdens een bombardement op de grond ligt, boort zijn blik in een steen en twee grassprieten en openbaart zich 'de diepte van de materie' aan hem.
In veel van zijn gedichten voel ik hoe het leven op hem inbeukt, en als hij veel ouder is wat dat leven hem heeft geschonken, geleerd en opgedrongen. In een brief aan vriend A schreef ik hoe lucide en mannelijk 'Geboortegrond' is, en dat zijn gedichten de destillaten van zijn leven zijn. Dat laatste is maar deels waar, bedacht ik, toen ik hier op internet het volgende gedicht van hem vond, weer vertaald door Gerard Rasch. Bedenk dat hij het schreef in 1944, midden in de Tweede Wereldoorlog. Naast die koelbloedige analyse van zijn leven juist dit gedicht ontdekken!
Luchtig gesprek
‘Mijn verleden is een reis van een domme vlinder aan zee.
Mijn toekomst is een tuin waar een kokkin een haan slacht.
Wat heb ik nog, met mijn pijn en mijn oproer?’
‘Neem een ogenblik, één, en wanneer die mooie schelp
Openbuigt, als twee gevouwen handen, wat
Zie je daar dan?’
‘Een parel, een seconde.’
‘Op de bodem van die seconde, parel, een roze straal,
Op de bodem van die seconde, parel, wat zie je daar, goudsmid?
Houdt de weerschijn van een brand je ogen gekluisterd? Of is het de herinnering?’
‘Nee, een ster, een flits.’
‘In één flits, in die ster die de tijd is ontnomen,
Wat zie je wanneer de storm van verandering luwt?’
‘Aarde, hemel en zee, en rijk beladen schepen,
Lentes nat van dauw, en overzeese landen,
Daarnaar, naar deze wonderen in rustige schijn,
Kijk ik en verlang niet meer, want ik ben gelukkig.’
'Geboortegrond' | Czeslaw Milosz | vertaling Gerard Rasch | Uitgeverij De Arbeiderspers 1982 | oorspronkelijke uitgave1959
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ruxojutuw · 2 years
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blacktopmemories · 2 years
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Blue Wilson - “Everybody Goes In Their Own Way” Andrew Bird - “Inside Problems” Wallows - “Missing Out” Great Grandpa - “Dark Green Water” Pinegrove - “Old Friend” Telekinesis - “Out for Blood” Courtney Barnett - “Nameless, Faceless” Arcade Fire - “End of the Empire I-III” Together Pangea - “Rapture” Baseball Gregg - “Waiting” Punch Brothers - “Wreck on the Edmund Fitzgerald” (Gordon Lightfoot cover) William Fitzsimmons - “Goodmorning” The Love Language - “Summer Dust” Iron and Wine - “Grace for Saints and Ramblers” Let’s Eat Grandma - “Watching You Go” M.A.G.S. - “Forever” Franz Ferdinand - “Lucid Dreams” Jimmy Eat World - “All the Way (Stay)” Sleater-Kinney - “One Beat” Colour Revolt - “Mattresses Underwater”  Sunny Day Real Estate - “Roses in Water” Death Cab for Cutie - “Roman Candles” Sharon Van Etten - “Come Back” Loving - “Visions” Faye Webster - “Cheers” Kevin Devine - “I Figured You Out” (Elliott Smith cover) Radical Face - “Jolene” (Dolly Parton cover) xo - b. To download or stream the show, click here!
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celestialbeings · 4 years
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'You take your Self with you. You can't run from yourself'
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lucidrambler · 5 years
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"This is only a foretaste of what is to come, and only the shadow of what is going to be."
- Alan Turing, Father of modern-day computing
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snazzy-suit · 4 years
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Hotel Boss Ghost Headcanons - Part 1
I was asked if I had any headcanons for how each hotel boss ghost died, and because I’m a rambler who can’t just say __ died of __ and be done with it, we have...this.
So! To start us off, we have Steward, Chambrea, Kruller, and Chef Soulfflé. My headcanons for these four aren’t particularly inspired, so they’re pretty short (yes they do progressively longer ^^’).
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Steward  
Our favorite Tired Lad™ was a bellman in life much like he is in death. One day on the job, the only elevator in the hotel malfunctioned and was put out-of-order, forcing Steward to have to carry all the guests' luggage up the stairs. As you can imagine, hauling heavy, bulky suitcases up and down several flights of stairs can be exhausting—not to mention dangerous. The inevitable happened. Poor Steward lost his footing, fell, and cracked his head open on the bottom landing. He died instantly.
Other Headcanons
Steward now steers clear of stairways of any kind. His illogical aversion frustrates him to no end.
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Chambrea
Chambrea worked for a maid service in life, cleaning for a wide variety of clientele. She also was a bit of a kleptomaniac. It didn’t have to be anything of great value—she just took whatever piqued her fancy. Chambrea got away with her little five-finger-discount for years, until one day she stole from the wrong person. She paid with her life.
Other Headcanons
Death hasn’t cleaned Chambrea’s sticky fingers. She continues to take what she wants, only now she is very quick to flee if she is ever caught in the act.  
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Kruller
Kruller was the cheeriest mall cop you ever done seen. Mall regulars knew him by name (and vice versa) and he was friends with most of the staff. Other than the occasional teenage hijinks or mouthy shopper, things were pretty uneventful. Then some drifter blowing through town tried to rob one of the stores. Kruller attempted to stop them, unaware they were armed. It ended with his death.  
Other Headcanons
The trauma of Kruller’s death has overshadowed his cheery demeanor, turning him into the anxious bundle of nerves we see today.  
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Chef Soulfflé  
Dr. Eggman Soulfflé was a chef at a small, hole-in-the-wall restaurant. Cooking was his passion! Which is fortunate, because the man had to work nearly every day of the week just to support himself. One day, after a particularly long shift, an exhausted Soulfflé tiredly slapped together his final meal of the night. He was so out of it, that the food came out horribly undercooked and illy prepared—something that would appall his lucid self—but tired and hungry as he was, he ate it anyway. Unsurprisingly, the man became very sick, and eventually succumbed to severe food poisoning.
Other Headcanons
In death, Chef Soulfflé is very careful to make sure every dish is fully cooked through—so much so, he often burns them.
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And that does it for part 1! Part 2 should be out sometime in the next few days
[Edit] Here’s part 2!
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monstersdownthepath · 5 years
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All the deity-level critters I’ve cooked up
Sorted for your enjoyment! No Archfiends for now, but this list may grow in the future.
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GREAT OLD ONES
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Oa-Imago, the Deepwoods Mirage Chaotic Good Great Old One of Illusions, Cocoons, and Lucid Dreams
Ilo-Merikey, the Joyous Coils Chaotic Good Great Old One of Feasts, Warmth, and Intoxication
Yd’sanis, the Hollow Flame True Neutral Great Old One of Fevers, Dance, and Empty Minds
Baron Amberdale, the Lord of Indulgence Chaotic Neutral Great Old One of Hedonism, Temptation, and Satisfaction
Hiir-Ulds, the Bloodletter Chaotic Neutral Great Old One of Blood, Discovery, and Mutation
Giusthyth, the Wretched Chaotic Neutral Great Old One of Disease, Life, and Rot
The Shard Barber Lawful Neutral Great Old One of Blades, Surgery, and Cleanliness
Aquila-Redianadier, the Inverse Orchestra Chaotic Neutral Great Old One of Marvel, Mercury, and Music
Vai-Kasz, the Startouched Shape Neutral Evil Great Old One of Addiction, Hallucination, and Euphoria
Kalavall, the Fragrance Architect Neutral Evil Great Old One of Alchemy, Stench, and Swamps
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OUTER GODS
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The King of Glass Lawful Neutral Outer God of Trades, Sunlight, and Prisms
Less-Than-Nothing, the Envious Black Water Lawful Neutral Outer God of Envy, Whirlpools, and Lightless Seas
The Great Rambler True Neutral Outer God of Madness, Echoes, and Cryptic Prophecy
Tiner-Greyshel, the Indomitable Radiance True Neutral Outer God of Beauty, Vanity, and Mirrors
The Mother of Filth Neutral Evil Outer God of Pariahs, Vermin, and Decay
Iai-Coppleal, the Scarred Diviner Lawful Evil Outer God of Destiny, Agony, and Sacrifice
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FEY
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Balsasom, the Lord of Skipping Stones Chaotic Good Eldest of Childhood, Innocence, and Tranquil Waters
Hazel Flickers, the Fey King of Candlelight Lawful Neutral Archfey of Overwhelming Knowledge, Candles, and Archives
Nobody Knows, the Memory Mason True Neutral Archfey of Memory, Amnesia, and Exchange
Whittle, the Creaking Condemnation Neutral Evil Archfey of Vengeance, Poisoned Promises, and Dark Groves
The Keeper of Masquerades Lawful Evil Archfey of Fear, Clocks, and Surveillance
Madam Marisaw, the Tongue-Taker Chaotic Evil Archfey of Lies, Myths, and Gremlins
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caladblog · 6 years
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in honor of The Last Wolf 359, i made this minimalist playlist that i don’t know how to embed properly bc i am Old(TM)
RULES: one song for each of the eight main characters, no repeated artists, no songs from any of the official playlists.
TRACK LIST: eiffel / plain sailing weather / frank turner, minkowski / brother, sister / beta radio, hera / make me a robot / tessa violet, hilbert / arsonist’s lullabye / hozier, lovelace / marked man / mieka pauley, jacobi / i’ll be good / jaymes young, maxwell / evelyn / kim tillman & silent films, kepler / god’s gonna cut you down / johnny cash
details & runners-up under the cut
hope u enjoy
TRACK LIST
eiffel: plain sailing weather / frank turner
just give me one fine day of plain sailing weather and i can fuck up anything, anything it was a wonderful life when we were together and now i've fucked up every little god damn thing i've been skirting round the rim of doing something brave and not just standing but jumping in of making circles into squares, of laying down the bare facts like a burden i can't bear and i can almost find the words but i can see the way you'd fold your hands speak my name like a curse upon your pretty lips the pressured white behind your fingertips and when you see me for all that i am i couldn't make mistakes to make a difference anymore i'd throw myself down on my knees, in your hands and beg you for forgiveness for my fuckups and my faults and maybe you'd relent, release some hope for our forever lift up your precious hands and then bring yours and mine together so give me one fine day of plain sailing weather
minkowski: brother, sister / beta radio
in the chair by the window there i write my will on the windowsill and all i leave is for my family with whom i share my blood i share my name and love remember me when you're in the promised land no recompense forsaking all i've earned forsaking self-defense when time and space are finally parting ways the full eclipse of earth and my near ten-thousand days the new trombone, all rise, the kingdom come the stars outshine the moon and the moon points to the sun and when i fall, i fall in you all stars in skies, they shine on you
hera: make me a robot / tessa violet
i don't wanna be a person any more, i'm done i don't wanna make mistakes any more, he's won i'm too old to change take my heart, no new start, please just let me fall apart you may say it's strange but i quit, guess that's it, for a human i'm unfit i don't want to have to fight any more, i'm tired i don't want to have to feel any more, uninspired i am too worn out broken down, on the ground, i'm too shy to make a sound all i have is doubt i don't care, you can stare, cause a human can't compare
hilbert: arsonist’s lullabye / hozier
when i was a child i heard voices some would sing and some would scream you soon find you have few choices i learned the voices died with me when i was a man i thought it ended when i knew love's perfect ache but my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake all you have is your fire and the place you need to reach don't you ever tame your demons but always keep 'em on a leash
lovelace: marked man / mieka pauley
i will close my eyes, then three two one: the guilty hide, the guilty run i'll make you fly til the day i'm done know that i watch every thing you do and hope that i never stop watching you the day i stop is the day i'm through if you search your soul and it sets you free you're all contrite like you oughta be it might get you off, get you right with god but you'll never be right with me. you're a marked man, brother, a marked man, hey get right down on your knees and pray thank your lord i don't have my way you're a marked man, brother, you're a marked man
jacobi: i’ll be good / jaymes young
i thought i saw the devil this morning looking in the mirror, drop of rum on my tongue with the warning to help me see myself clearer i never meant to start a fire i never meant to make you bleed i'll be a better man today my past has tasted bitter for years now so i wield an iron fist grace is just weakness, or so i've been told i've been cold, i've been merciless but the blood on my hands scares me to death maybe i'm waking up today i'll be good, i'll be good and i'll love the world like i should yeah, i'll be good, i'll be good for all of the times that i never could
maxwell: evelyn / kim tillman & silent films
these lofty thoughts are killing me preoccupied by what i could be i get so high on my ideals don't cut me down but you can meet me where i land i've left the day in pursuit of lucid dreams now i drive for days to make my way back to those old familiar places the human voices wake us and we drown, and we drown seductive and impeccable abuse you do it to yourself, i bet you know you do i love you 'cause i do it to you too
kepler: god’s gonna cut you down / johnny cash
well my goodness gracious, let me tell you the news my head's been wet with the midnight dew i've been down on bended knee talkin' to the man from galilee he spoke to me with a voice so sweet i thought i heard the shuffle of angels' feet he called my name and my heart stood still when he said john, go do my will go tell that long-tongued liar go and tell that midnight rider tell the rambler, the gambler, the backbiter tell 'em that god's gonna cut 'em down
HONORABLE MENTIONS
eiffel: the futile / say anything, dunce / voltaire, pedestrian at best / courtney barnett, putting the dog to sleep / the antlers, a sadness runs through him / the hoosiers, recovery / frank turner
minkowski: flowers (eurydice’s song) / anais mitchell, signals / darren korb & ashley barrett, stars / norm lewis as javert accept no substitutes, various storms & saints / florence + the machine, salinas / laura marling
hera: gasoline / halsey, master hunter / laura marling, human / christina perri, absentee / violents, beggin for thread / banks, pretty little head / eliza rickman
hilbert: darkmatter / andrew bird, golden antlers / glass animals, palace / dessa, i’m gonna win / rob cantor
lovelace: ladder song / bright eyes, the mistress / amelia curran, baptized by fire / spinnerette, les jours tristes / christian quermalet, when the chips are down / the haden triplets
jacobi: born ready / zayde wolf, despite what you’ve been told / two gallants, sedated / hozier
maxwell: chasing twisters / delta rae, will the circle be unbroken / bioshock infinite ost, in circles / darren korb & ashley barrett
kepler: [none bc fuck that guy]
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badgerlock · 7 years
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Some general thoughts on my experiences being trans and how I am now compared to how I was growing up. (readmore because I’m a rambler whoopsies)
I’m 27, afab, masculine nb and I’ve gone through the first skips needed for medical transitioning. Only the very first, mind, but they happened regardless. I cannot say when exactly I realised that this is how I am, how I was and how I should be, because I can’t recall a point in my life where I ever thought differently. The only thing that’s changed now is that I have names for things, and can put labels into places that just had frustrated confused ???s before.
My parents both come from religious families, but both of them moved away from it for their own reasons. My brother and I grew up with generally atheistic standards, with the odd and not really notable exception - prayers before dinner if we visited our nanny, or a tiny little children’s bedtime prayer that hung over our beds, stuff like that. 
Point is, I never felt any inclination towards either of the religions that my parents left behind. The prayer over my bed was very soft and comforting to me, not for its spiritual meaning, but because my mum put it there when I was very young, and she was spiritual if not religious.
I almost never prayed before going to bed. Almost. There were some days where I would, and I would be so stressed and upset and crying in bed, praying that if there was some kind of giant dude with a beard in the sky, that he would throw a lightning bolt through my ceiling and wake me up, because clearly I was having a very Lucid Dream that had seemed to span x amount of years (they added on the older I got), and I would wake up from the dream, and I would be a boy, because that was obviously the right thing, and something must be very wrong because I wasn’t waking up properly and never seemed to shake off the Girl that never felt quite right.
That was all well before puberty. Then hormones kicked in and suddenly I was living in Hell. I was very abruptly uncomfortable in my own body, and the disconnect between what was Actually Happening and what Should’ve Been Happening was more apparent, but I could never put it into words. I had never seen trans men before, and nobody had told me about them, and the only time I’d seen trans women were always on Springer-esque shows trying to make them feel guilty about their lives, or as the butt of unpleasant jokes. It quite literally never occurred to me that there might be people like me, because I never once saw it. (Representation matters, friends.) My friends liked going bra-shopping in the city and swapping them with each other - I couldn’t even assuage the discomfort a little bit by joining in, as I was a) poor, and b) grew a larger chest than any of them, and therefore swapping wasn’t an option even if I could afford it. I couldn’t climb trees any more; I couldn’t sleep on my front any more; going camping became a lot more complicated and I hated it. I just kept getting more and more uncomfortable, and I could not figure out why.
It was like wearing a pair of second-hand shoes where the size is correct, but the imprint left behind by the previous owner’s foot doesn’t fit yours at all.
Fast-forward to a few years ago, where I was living on my own in a different country, and had access to various sources of information which blessedly, finally, gave me the labels I needed to make everything fall into place. I can put years of confusing experiences into context now, and while it’s comforting knowing why it was all happening, that doesn’t stop me from being bitter. If someone had told me what ‘transgender’ meant when I was a kid and that hormone blockers were an option while I was figuring things out, I would’ve clawed the eyes from anyone who ended up getting between me and the doctor handing them out. (A hyperbole. Mostly.)
I’m bitter that I never had access to that when I was younger and that everything will be infinitely more difficult for me now, but I’m so happy that there will be kids out there that won’t have to go through all of that as well. I can’t describe how much relief I feel at that knowledge, where I get to sigh and put the bitterness aside for a second and think to myself, ‘it’ll all be okay, even if it’s not for me’. 
So whether or not I’ll be able to manage T because of my deep phobia of needles, or whether or not I’ll be able to get top surgery because of my weight, or whether or not I’ll be able to take the train to the other side of the country for the consultations in the first place because of my anxiety - can’t think about that right now, because I’m doing what I can now, and that’s still moving forward little baby turtle steps at a time, and right now I guess that has to do for me.
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savetopnow · 6 years
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2018-03-25 12 SPORTS now
SPORTS
Barstool Sports
Girl Scouts Change Their Rules And Make It Okay To Sell Girl Scout Cookies In Front Of Weed Dispensaries
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Rory McIlroy Announces Tiger Woods Is The Undisputed Greatest Player Of All Time
Is It Acceptable For Some Strange Lady To Take A Selfie With My Dogs Without Permission?
Michael Rapaport gives an inspirational Slam Dunk contest speech and his NBA mid-season awards
Deadspin
Loyola-Chicago Beats Kansas State, Is First Mid-Major In Final Four Since 2013
Well-Timed Rocket League Respawn Thwarts Goal Attempt
As Bad News Goes, Steph Curry's Injury Update Is Good News
Nathan Chen Wins Men's Figure Skating World Title
Johnny Manziel Offers Refreshingly Lucid Defense Of Colin Kaepernick
ESPN
Duke, Kansas and the marquee matchup we've been waiting to see
The night Cinderella dominated
Not a lot of answers for Fed's failures during crunch time
Everything you need to know for Sunday's Elite Eight games
UConn-South Carolina showdown is upon us
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Beside The Points For Thursday, March 22, 2018
Why Gonzaga, Not Kentucky, May Be The Tournament’s Luckiest Team
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The Utah Jazz Might Just Be For Real
Reddit Sports
Kurtis Downs lands an amazing trick at the Nitro World Games
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11 seed Loyola-Chicago Ramblers defeats Kansas State to advance to first Final Four since 1963.
Federer insane behind-the-back volley
Caroline Wozniacki says her parents received death threats at Miami Open
SB Nation
Florida State vs. Michigan highlights & results
Loyola Chicago tops Duke for all-time best NCAA tournament win percentage
Ramblers legend is happy the team made Final Four in his lifetime
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A Loyola Chicago fan asked the Ramblers’ best player if he was part of the team
Sports Illustrated
Bill Self and Kansas Brace to Confront Their Elite Eight Demons Against Duke
Loyola-Chicago's Sister Jean Gets Her Own Bobblehead
About Loyola-Chicago's Mascot: What Is a Rambler?
Loyola-Chicago Beats Kansas State to Advance to Final Four
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The Ringer
The Elite 8 Is Set and the Blue Bloods (Finally) Show Up
Jack White Can’t Help Himself
How to Fall in Love With a Team in the NCAA Tournament
The Winners and Losers From the Sweet 16
NBA ICYMI: Steph Curry’s Health in Question After Knee Injury
Yahoo! Sports
Federer loses match and No. 1 ranking at Miami Open
Roger Federer announces he will miss entire clay-court season after losing to Thanasi Kokkinakis in Miami
Damarious Randall kicks sand at Packers, affirms he's a safety
NASCAR’s greatest driver ever? Chase Elliott’s choice is clear
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revuedepresse30 · 6 years
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Le top 7 des chansons écrites pour une coupe du monde
7. FAT LES - Who Invented Fish and Chips? (2002)
“Qui a inventé le poisson ? Dieu. Qui a inventé les frites ? Dieu. Qui a inventé les poissons et les frites ? Les Anglais. Qui a inventé la crotte ? Ta mère.” Pour la Coupe du monde asiatique, Fat Les, groupe composé du bassiste de Blur Alex James, de l’artiste Damien Hirst et de Keith Allen, signe un texte absurde. Tout aussi absurde que le lob de 40 mètres qui élimine l’équipe anglaise. Who Invented Fish and Chips? constituera tout de même le premier titre dans lequel chante Lily Allen, et son frère Alfie, aka Theon Greyjoy, apparaît dans le clip.
6. GIANNA NANNINI & EDOARDO BENNATO - Un’ estate italiana (1990)
Pour la Coupe du monde italienne, le pays fait appel aux meilleurs produits locaux : Luciano Pavarotti interprète Nessun dorma de Puccini pour le concert d’ouverture, et Giorgio Moroder compose l’hymne To Be Number One, sur un texte de Tom Whitlock – le duo vient de signer le tube planétaire Take My Breath Away pour Top Gun. Le succès est au rendez-vous, mais petite préférence quand même pour la version transalpine, une ode aux “nuits magiques à chasser un but sous le ciel d’un été italien”.
5. THE RAMBLERS - El Rock del Mundial (1962)
Fans de rock et de foot, les Chiliens de The Ramblers sortent en 1962 El Rock del Mundial pour combiner leurs deux passions. L’hymne officieux de la Coupe du monde qui se déroule au pays sera un carton : 2 millions d’exemplaires vendus, et lancera la carrière du groupe… Une carrière qui s’est brutalement arrêtée en février dernier : après un concert, le bus du groupe a été heurté par un camion, le chanteur du groupe Valentín Fernández, est mort sur le coup. Quelques jours plus tard, ce sera l’auteur du Rock del Mundial, Jorge Rojas… Putain de camion.
4. THE LIGHTNING SEEDS - Three Lions (1996)
Le titre le plus lucide de l’Histoire sur le destin de l’équipe anglaise dans les grandes compétitions est sorti en 1996 pour leur Euro à domicile : “Tellement de blagues, tellement de ricanements, tous ces ‘oh presque’, ils nous ont épuisés pendant des années (...). Et nous continuerons à avoir de mauvais résultats.” La chanson ressortira légèrement modifiée deux ans plus tard pour la Coupe du monde française, puis de nouveau en 2010. On n’est donc pas à l’abri d’un nouveau remix cette année, comme dit la chanson, "trente années de blessures n’empêchent pas de rêver"...
3. GRAND JOJO - E viva Mexico (1986)
Selon Wikipédia, “Grand Jojo interprète surtout des chansons à boire”. Pourtant, dans son hymne aux Diables Rouges belges réalisé pour la Coupe du monde 1986, il promet : “Si les ptis Belges sont venus si loin, ici à Mexico, c’est pour marquer des buts et pas pour prendre l’apéro.” Le chanteur belge se rattrape avec son titre pour la Coupe du monde 2002 : “On met son kimono, les Belges sont à Tokyo/Ça carbure à plein tube et tout le monde chante dans les bistrots.” Il ajoute ensuite : “Si on est au Japon, c’est pas pour boire du thé, nous on préfère un’ petite bière !” Une réputation loin d’être usurpée au final.
2. SHAKIRA - Waka Waka (2010)
Le gros coup de la Fifa : l’hymne de la Coupe du monde 2010 a été numéro 1 des ventes dans de nombreux pays, et le clip affiche 1,8 milliard de vues sur YouTube, soit la sixième vidéo la plus vue du réseau. C’est pendant le tournage de ce clip que la chanteuse colombienne rencontre le footballeur espagnol Gerard Piqué. Aujourd’hui mariés, ils ont été classés par Forbes parmi les “couples les plus puissants du monde”. Par contre, on ne sait toujours pas ce que veut dire “Waka waka”.
1. NEW ORDER - World in Motion (1990)
Une fédération désintéressée par le sujet, des joueurs peu motivés : l’hymne pour l’équipe anglaise de 1990 avait tout pour être un désastre. C’était sans compter sur l’attaché de presse David Bloomfield et son idée de génie : faire appel à New Order. Moins de dix joueurs sont là pour l’enregistrement, mais peu importe : World in Motion sera le premier, et le seul, numéro 1 en Angleterre pour New Order, qui voyait le titre comme “le coup de grâce pour les fans de Joy Division”. A noter que le titre originel était E for England, mais se doutant que ce “E” était surtout pour “Ecstasy”, il sera refusé par la Fédération anglaise. Une bonne intuition, à en lire les paroles : “E is for England, England starts with E/We’ll all be smiling when we’re in Italy.”
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