Bringing dusthills in the hallow.

…Si iata ca tovarasa mea preferata Pia, solista in formatia oldschool/punk/alternative numita Dusthill,si-a pierdut pe drum basistul.Si chitaristul.Exact inainte de primul concert.

Life sucks sometimes.

Eu nu prea am calitati muzicale,priceperea mea in materie de instrumente cu corzi a dus la distrugerea unei chitare de Reghin(mostenita din generatii stravechi)si adunarea de praf,straturi-straturi,pe o chitara electrica in perfecta stare (ca domne,sta asa frumos acolo in husa,de ce trebuie eu sa stiu de A major si minor?Mai bine cant la tambal!).

Asa ca nu prea o pot ajuta pe Mademoiselle Pia.Daca voi stiti basisti/chitaristi,anuntati-ma.Ar fi ideal daca puteti lasa un telefon sau ceva prin care-i putem contacta…

Intre timp,o mica degustare din versurile Dusthill (desigur ca am si eu un rol in productiile respective,cam in proportie de 2,5%.Da,sunt persoana care pune apostroafele si punct la sfarsit.)

I want to reach the limits of the sky
I want to know you more than I know I
Please tell me that I’m not too far as distance
Please tell me that you’ll see me standing next to you.

My soul is empty as your eyes
My dreams are heavy like my lies
Don’t know how long I’ve dreamt of you
Don’t know how cruel I am for you.

As you don’t know that I exist
As you don’t know-for you I breathe
Can’t you break free a smile for me
Can’t you take off your sins in me?

You’ll make my wishes die in vain
The burning ciggarette in lying in my lips
Drowing the wing of you love for me
I’ll kill them all and-they’ll bleed with me.

Va mai urma…

PS:Tu, aia, imi datorezi placinta cu mere.DA,TU.