London: On the street where you live...

"I have often walked
Down the street before,
But the pavement always
Stayed beneath my feet before.
All at once am I
Several stories high,
Knowing I'm on the street where you live.

Are there lilac trees
In the heart of town?
Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?
Does enchantment pour
Out of every door?
No, it's just on the street where you live.

And oh, the towering feeling
Just to know somehow you are near
The overpowering feeling
That any second you may suddenly appear.

People stop and stare
They don't bother me,
For there's no where else on earth
That I would rather be.

Let the time go by,
I won't care if I
Can be here on the street where you live."

(Nat King Cole,  On The Street Where You Live)

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London: Tonight the streets are ours - New Year's Eve version :)

"I am the passenger

And I ride and I ride

I ride through the city's backsides

I see the stars come out of the sky

Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky

You know it looks so good tonight.

I am the passenger

I stay under glass

I look through my window so bright

I see the stars come out tonight

I see the bright and hollow sky

Over the city's a rip in the sky

And everything looks good tonight

Singin' la la la la lalalala...

Get into the car

We'll be the passenger

We'll ride through the city tonight

We'll See the city's ripped backsides

We'll see the bright and hollow sky

We'll see the stars that shine so bright

The sky was made for us tonight

Oh the passenger

How how he rides

Oh the passenger

He rides and he rides

He looks through his window

What does he see?

He sees the stars and hollow sky

He see the stars come out tonight

He sees the city's ripped backsides

He sees the winding ocean drive

And everything was made for you and me

All of it was made for you and me

'cause it just belongs to you and me

So let's take a ride and see what's mine

Singing... la la la la lalalala...

Oh, the passenger

He rides and he rides

He sees things from under glass

He looks through his window's eye

He sees the things he knows are his

He sees the bright and hollow sky

He sees the city asleep at night

He sees the stars are out tonight

And all of it is yours and mine

And all of it is yours and mine

So let's ride and ride and ride and ride...

Singing... la la la la lalalala..."

( Iggy Pop, The Passenger)

 

London: A message for you :)

Dear friends,

I wanted to let you all know that I'll just have a few days off now...but this doesn't mean I won't be wandering around London with my camera...day and night...well, more day than night, actually...
Anyway, I thank you all for visiting my blog, for supporting me and for giving me feedback regarding my posts. I've been trying to share my positive thoughts, the songs I love, the lyrics that inspired me, and relate them somehow with a personal perspective of the world...I hope it helped some of you to realize that life is fantastic, that everything around us is full of beauty (you just need time to see it)...or at least how wonderful is the macro world :)

A big hug for each and single one of you and anytime you need a friend, or just someone to talk to over a coffee, e-mail me: ciobanu.cati@gmail.com. Don't worry about my availability. I don't have a job :)

See you on the 4th of January!

P.S. And do try to make your dreams come true. It might not be easy, but it's so worth it, trust me on this one!

London: Canary Wharf

Bronchitis

London: Red guitar...

"I heard he sang a good song
  I heard he had a style
  and so I came to see him
  and listen for a while

  And there he was this young boy,
  A stranger to my eyes
  Strumming my pain with his fingers
  Singing my life with his words
  killing me softy with his song

killing me softly with his song
telling my whole life
with his words
killing me softly with his song

I felt all flushed with fever
Embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters
and read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish
but he just kept right on...

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
killing me softy with his song.

He sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me
As if I wasn't there
And he kept on singing
Singing clear and loud

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softy with his song"

(Roberta Flack, Killing me softly)