Poland is a weird place. Artists think that they can sing in French and still be loved in Poland. Even more curiousier Mademoiselle Karen is actually Danish with a French boyfriend. Her Polish connection is Czeslaw (The-Right-One).html from Czesław Śpiewa.

I thought about translating this from French but I don't want to piss off the the Quebecois. I know, I'm weird like that. Any old way, I like this song but I suspect that understanding French might be helpful..

Czesław Śpiewa (Czesław Sings) is one of my favie newish Polish artists. Like many Polish artists, his output is not easily defined in Western musical terms - there are elements of Polish folk music, cabaret and modern rock music.

Although he is Polish, he grew up in Denmark.



The song begins: "I dream to myself that we are in Seventh Heaven . . ,"

The chorus is
"They tell me to that your heart just wants to laugh
They tell me that that you want more,
what and why, that's what you get for you is the right one. "

It's Friday night and what could be more appropriate than a video celebrating man's eternal search for beer. Although come to think of it, this video is more about the morning after than it is about Friday night.

This one's by Kazik. It's a cover of a fake folk song. I'm feeling lazy. I'll give more details if anyone is interested.

Both my mother and my grandmother cried every time they heard this song by Ewa Demarcyck The words to this song are a compilation of poems by Krzysztof Kamil Baczyński who participated in Warsaw Uprising, and died 4th August 1944.

Love it or hate it, this is about as Polish as it comes.

This is a user created video by someone who also (decently meaning-wise in my opinion for non-native English speaker) translated the lyrics.



War poems

I will open you a golden heaven
in which - white thread of silence,
like a huge nut of sounds,
which will crack to live
on green leaflets,
on warble of lakes, on playing of twilight
till the birdlike whistle shows
the milky core.

only take out from my eyes
painful shard -- picture of days,
which's rolling the white skulls
through the burning meads of blood.
only change this crippled time,
cover graves with coat of river,
wipe the battle dust of hair
the black dust
of wrathful days.

who will give me back my reverie
and this shadow, which's walked away behind you?
oh, those days, growling like animals,
like plants - they are younger and younger

and shortly now - so little,
standing on the nutshell,
we will drift against the seasons,
like against the water vains

and verging alternately to water
we will drift carelessly into oblivion,
and only our shadows, left on the earth,
will cry

I'll transform for you rough ground
into fluent flight of soft sow-thistles,
I'll lead shadows, tighting like a cat,
out from things.
twinkling with the pelage, they will furl everything
into colors of the storms, into hearts of leafs,
into grey tangle of rains

only take out from my eyes
painful shard -- picture of days,
which is rolling the white skulls
through the burning meads of blood.
only change this crippled time,
cover graves with coat of river,
wipe the battle dust of hair
the black dust
of wrathful days

With long, curling ribbon, warm voice is cooling in the air,
till it attains him in dusk, and he will hear a whisper near his mouth
'Darling' - the song hums and coils his head, rings
like trail of soft hair, and lilies smells from it so strong,
that he, leaning over the death, he locks his fingers on gun,
and stands up, and still, black of the battle dust, he still feels
violin playing in him silently, so he walks carefully, slowly,
like on the thread of light, through soughing sea of dusk,
and the softness of white clouds is closer and closer

till the space completes, and he feels the soft voice
standing within his grasp, in terrific silence
'Darling' - the song soughs, and so then arms will hug

Forest grows in the night. Abyss opens
extreme mouth, it absorbs and sucks.
They passed, they mawed; only reek is squeezing,
and high scream in mist, in mist

only take out from my eyes
painful shard -- picture of days,
which is rolling the white skulls
through the burning meads of blood.
only change this crippled time,
cover graves with coat of river,
wipe the battle dust of hair
the black dust
of wrathful days

(e:tinypliny) is not the only (e:peep) who listens to Spanish language music.

Duncan Dhu is my favie Spanish (as in from Spain) band.

(e:tinypliny) - I hope you like this one. I posted it with you in mind.



Duele más
cuando es por amor
siempre más
si no estamos los dos.

Las noches son como día sin luz,
los días son como noche con luz.

Amarga
amarga
¿quién da más?
por mi pobre razón
¿quién da más?
si yo tengo un montón.

La nieve está
empañando el cristal
no quiero estar solo
en Navidad.

Amarga
amarga
amarga
amarga.

Today's Polish Song is a wonderful bit of pop fluff from the late 1990s by the band Sixteen with the lead singer Renata Dabkowska

Since (e:tinypliny) likes Spanish language songs, here's a Polish song by the vaguely ska band Blade Loki with a Spanish language chorus.

No Pasaran refers to the famous battle cry of the Spanish Civil War

Today's Polish song is by Kryzys (Crisis)

I love this song. This is really weird for me because this is an edit of a longer video that someone else posted on Youtube that included a another song and part of a tv show.

All I did was edit the original video down to the (Not A) Communist song.

Hopefully, I didn't piss anyone off by doing this. I tried to give full credit.

Recently, (e:enknot) was quoted as saying that (e:strip) is boring.

Here is a Polish song to honor that observation. It's by Shakin Dudi. The song begins with the chant "Boredom, Boredom" in Polish. Nuff Said.

After using Linux boxes almost exclusively for almost 10 years, I've finally done it. I've bought a Linux box instead of buying a Windows box and installing Linux on it.

I bought a Limbo 6000A with an AMD Phenom II X6 1055T processor and 6 gigs of RAM from Zareason . They custom build Ubuntu boxes. I ordered it with Ubuntu Studio.

When darkness was falling today, the UPS man delivered it.

And so far so good. I ordered it with a wireless card. And amazingly enough, it worked even though vanilla Ubuntu Studio doesn't support any wireless (apparently, wifi drivers affect latency. And latency is bad for audio and video production; so, no wireles for Ubuntu Studio)

My only complaint is that the /home doesn't have its own partition. I just took it for granted that it would. It's not a big deal to me to change it so. Not having a dedicated /home partition negates some of the flexibility of having a Linux Box. And a Linux newbie would probably be afraid of fucking up their box by changing the partition scheme. On the other hand, Windows users are used to having system and data files on the same partition.

The default settings are decent.

I think I'm going to have lots of fun with this box.