Roxana Enache’s Weblog

“From all the drugs the one i like more is music
From all the junks the one i need more is music
From all the boys the one i take home is music
From all the ladies the one i kiss is music (muah!)Music is my boyfriend
Music is my girlfriend
Music is my dead end
Music is my imaginary friend
Music is my brother
Music is my great-grand-daughter
Music is my sister
Music is my favorite mistress

From all the shit the one i gotta buy is music
From all the jobs the one i choose is music
From all the drinks the one i get drunk is music
From all the bitches the one i wannabe is music

“Un fel de-a mai lungi
Cea mai frumoasa zi
Ar fi daca m-ai putea minti…

Ai da ceasul inapoi,
Ai fierbe doua oua moi,
Mi-ai spune ca-n casa
Suntem doar noi…

Tacerea te-ar ajuta
Sa scapi de-ntrebarea mea,
Din toate-ntrebarile,
Cea mai grea…

Cand seara s-ar face gri
Nu te-ai mai putea stapani,
Din baie, la telefon
Ai vorbi…

Cu glasul intunecat,
Cu aerul imbufnat,
Orice, numai sa ma vezi
Plecat…

Si-atunci, te-ntreb: mai stii?
Cea mai frumoasa zi
A fost la-nceput, cand
Nu ma puteai
Minti…”

Audio: Alexandru Andries – Cea Mai Frumoasa Zi

“I had a date with a pretty ballerina
Her hair was so brilliant that it hurt my eyes
I asked her for this dance
And then she obliged me
Was I surprised, yeah
Was I surprised, no not at all

I called her yesterday
It should have been tomorrow
I couldn’t keep
The joy that was inside
I begged for her to tell me
If she really loved me
Somewhere a mountain is moving
Afraid it’s moving without me

I had a date with a pretty ballerina
Her hair so brilliant that it hurt my eyes
I asked her for this dance
And then she obliged me
Was I surprised, yeah
Was I surprised, no not at all

And when I wake up on a dreary Sunday morning
I open up my eyes to find there’s rain
And something strange within said
“Go ahead and find her
Just close your eyes, yeah
Just close your eyes and she’ll be there”

She’ll be there…
She’ll be there…
She’ll be there…
She’ll be there…
She’s there, she’s there
Ah, she’s there
Ah, she’s there.”

Audio: Alice Cooper – Pretty Ballerina

“You want commitment
Take a look into these eyes
They burn with a fire, just for you now
Until the end of time
I would do anything
Id beg, Id steal, Id die
To have you in these arms tonight
Baby I want you like the roses
Want the rain
You know I need you
Like a poet needs the pain
I would give anything
My blood my love my life

If you were in these arms tonight
Id hold you
Id need you
Id get down on my knees for you
And make everything alright
If you were in these arms
Id love you
Id please you
Id tell you that Id never leave you
And love you till the end of time
If you were in these arms tonights

We stared at the sun
And we made a promise
A promise this world would never blind us
These are my words
Our words were our songs
Our songs are our prayers
These prayers keep me strong
Its what I believe
If you were in these arms tonight

If you were in these arms tonight
Id hold you
Id need you
Id get down on my knees for you
And make everything alright
If you were in these arms
Id love you
Id please you
Id tell you that Id never leave you
And love you till the end of time
If you were in these arms tonights

Your clothes are still scatteder
All over our room
This old place still smells like
Your cheap perfume
Everything here reminds me of you
And theres nothing that i
Wouldnt do to be in your arms

And these were our words
They keep me strong
Id hold you
Id need you
Id get down on my knees for you
And make everything alright
If you were in these arms
Id love you
Id please you
Id tell you that Id never leave you
And love you till the end of time
If you were in these arms tonight.”

Audio: Bon Jovi – In These Arms

I want more impossible to ignore,
Impossible to ignore.
And they’ll come true, impossible not to do,
Impossible not to do.

And now I tell you openly, you have my heart so don’t hurt me.
You’re what I couldn’t find.
A totally amazing mind, so understanding and so kind;
You’re everything to me.

Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it’s loaded
Is that alright?
If you don’t shoot it how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it’s loaded
Is that alright, yeah, with you?

Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It’s the wrong kind of place
To be cheating on you
It’s the wrong time
she’s pulling me through
It’s a small crime
And I’ve got no excuse

Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it’s loaded
Is that alright?
If you don’t shoot it how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it’s loaded
Is that alright
Is that alright with you?

Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?

No…”

Audio: Damien Rice – 9 Crimes

“Tu sais, je n’ai jamais été aussi heureux que ce matin-là
Nous marchions sur une plage un peu comme celle-ci
C’était l’automne, un automne où il faisait beau
Une saison qui n’existe que dans le Nord de l’Amérique
Là-bas on l’appelle l’été indien
Mais c’était tout simplement le nôtre
Avec ta robe longue tu ressemblais
A une aquarelle de Marie Laurencin
Et je me souviens, je me souviens très bien
De ce que je t’ai dit ce matin-là
Il y a un an, y a un siècle, y a une éternité

On ira où tu voudras, quand tu voudras
Et on s’aimera encore, lorsque l’amour sera mort
Toute la vie sera pareille à ce matin
Aux couleurs de l’été indien

Aujourd’hui je suis très loin de ce matin d’automne
Mais c’est comme si j’y étais. Je pense à toi.
Où es-tu? Que fais-tu? Est-ce que j’existe encore pour toi?
Je regarde cette vague qui n’atteindra jamais la dune
Tu vois, comme elle je reviens en arrière
Comme elle je me couche sur le sable
Et je me souviens, je me souviens des marées hautes
Du soleil et du bonheur qui passaient sur la mer
Il y a une éternité, un siècle, il y a un an.”

Audio: Joe Dassin – L’ete Indian

Ever felt away without me
My love, it lies so deep
Ever dream of me

Would you do it with me
Heal the scars and change the stars
Would you do it for me
Turn loose the heaven within

“Coming up beyond belief
On this coronary thief

More than just a light motif
More chaotic, no relief

Ill describe the way I feel
Weeping wounds that never heal

Can the savior be for real?
Or are you just my seventh seal?

No hesitation, no delay
You come on just like special k
Just like I swallowed half my stash
I never ever wanna crash
No hesitation, no delay
You come on just like special k
Now youre back and dont demand
Im on sinking sand

Gravity, no escaping
Gravity
Gravity
No escaping
Not for free
I fall down
Hit the ground
Make a heavy sound
Every time
You seem to come around

Ill describe the way I feel
Youre my new achilles heel

Can the savior be for real?
Or are you just my seventh seal?

No hesitation
No delay
You come on just like special k
Just like I swallowed half my stash
I never ever want to crash
No hesitation
No delay
You come on just like special k
Now youre back and dont demand
Im on sinking sand

Gravity
No escaping gravity
Gravity
No escaping
Not for free
I fall down
Hit the ground
Make a heavy sound
Every time
You seem to come around

No escaping gravity
No escaping gravity
No escaping gravity
No escaping gravity
Gravity…”

Audio: Placebo – Special K

“Strain this chaos turn it into light
I’ve got to see you one last night
Before the lions take their share
Leave us in pieces, scattered everywhere

Just give me a chance to hold on
Give me a chance to hold on
Give me a chance to hold on
Just give me something to hold onto

It’s so clear now that you are all that I have
I have no fear cos you are all that I have
It’s so clear now that you are all that I have
I have no fear cos you are all that I have

You’re cinematic razor sharp
A welcome arrow through the heart
Under your skin feels like home
Electric shocks on aching bones

Give me a chance to hold on
Give me a chance to hold on
Give me a chance to hold on
Just give me something to hold onto

It’s so clear now that you are all that I have
I have no fear cos you are all that I have
It’s so clear now that you are all that I have
I have no fear cos you are all that I have

There is a darkness deep in you
A frightening magic I cling to

Give me a chance to hold on
Give me a chance to hold on
Give me a chance to hold on
Just give me something to hold onto

It’s so clear now that you are all that I have
I have no fear now you are all that I have
It’s so clear now that you are all that I have
I have no fear now you are all that I have.”

Audio: Snow Patrol – You’re All I Have

“Pretty girl is suffering, while he confesses everything
Pretty soon she’ll figure out what his intentions were about
And that’s what you get for falling again
You can never get him out of your head
And that’s what you get for falling again
You can never get him out of your head

It’s the way
That he makes you feel
It’s the way
That he kisses you
It’s the way
That he makes you fall in love

She’s beautiful, as usual, with bruises on her ego and
Her killer instinct tells her to beware of evil men
And that’s what you get for falling again
You can never get him out of your head
And that’s what you get for falling again
You can never get him out of your head

It’s the way
That he makes you feel
It’s the way
That he kisses you
It’s the way
That he makes you fall in love

It’s the way
That he makes you feel
It’s the way
That he kisses you
It’s the way
That he makes you fall in love

Pretty girl, pretty girl

Pretty girl is suffering while he confesses everything
Pretty soon she’ll figure out
You can never get him out of your head

It’s the way
That he makes you cry
It’s the way
That he’s in your mind
It’s the way
That he makes you fall in love

It’s the way
That he makes you feel
It’s the way
That he kisses you
It’s the way
That he makes you fall in love.”

Audio: Stone Sour – Pretty Girl

“So close, no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don’t just say
and nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters

never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know

So close, no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters

never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don’t just say

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us, something new
Open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters

never cared for what they say
never cared for games they play
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
and I know

So close, no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
No, nothing else matters.”

Audio: Metallica – Nothing else matters

Ascult muzica (atunci cand):

• ma scol dimineata (si asta cu sculatu’ e cu dus si-ntors, ca mai si lenevesc);
• fac baieeee (si mai dau si vocalize);
• imi pap lapticul cu cereale;
• imi leg sireturile (sunt tareeee meticuloasa);
• ma gandesc la ce zi “minunata” ma asteapta la scoala (da, da, plina de teste! grrr!);
• astept autobuzul (si se mai gandeste vreun “destept” sa zica: “donsoaraaa!”);
• joc “tontoroiu” (vorba lu’ mama, adica pierd vremea);
• rasfoiesc “Calinescu”, doar trebuie sa imi termin eseul ala la romana intr-un final;
• ma pregatesc de culcare (si Nenea Ene nu vrea sub nicio forma sa vina pe la gene!);
• dau din maini din fericire si vreau ca cei din jur sa remarce asta (sunt fericitaaaa!);
• sunt melancolica (culmea, melodiile triste ma inveselesc (nu chiar in toate cazurile. mai rar asa o ciudatenie ca mine.);
• m-a enervat ‘cutareasca’ si fac tumbe de nervi (vorba lu’ mika: “relax, take it easy!”);
• sunt stresata (si asta se intampla in 100% din cazuri. stresul asta se tine scai de mine. );
• mananc cirese (mmmh, yummy. =p~);
• stau pe scaun;
• scriu postul asta, .

Ascult muzica (unde?):

• in autobuz (si astfel evit si discutiile “palpitante” dintre mosuleti si babute. si chiar n-am vrut sa fiu rea cu remarca asta, dar o data vorbea un mosulet numai despre razboi si ne-a innebunit pe toti. daca stau sa ma gandesc mai bine, era, de fapt, haios. hehe, se simtea si omu’ bine, iar eu il critic.);
• pe strada (frate, muzica e indispensabila, pe bune acu’!);
• in ora de mate (asa inteleg si eu mai bine care e treaba cu asimptotele alea verticale, orizontale si cu teorema lui Lagrange);
• in pauza (decat sa auzi urletele de pe hol, mai bine. saaau, aleg un mod placut de relaxare pentru a ma pregati pentru ora aviatoare, adica test, 99,99 %);
• in drum spre bufet (ca doar liceul meu are 3 etaje?! so, totusi, e mult de mers!);
• in timp ce ma gandesc la cai verzi pe pereti si la povesti cu zane si printi sau la mos craciun (dar mai e pana atunci);
• in pat (cufundata intre perne, ursi de plus si plapuma/paturica, ca acu’ e cald);
• la party (doar n-ati pomenit pana acu’ party fara muzica?!);
• aici, in camera asta, unde scriu acum, :X.

Ascult muzica (de ce?):

• MUSIC MAKES YOU LOSE CONTROL!