The Empire has never got enough. They already lured medicians. Now they want officians, Imperial design:
Mary-le-Bone, huh? Sounds like Jack the Ripper’s area of interest! We well know what Imperial receptionists look like:
While a Polish working woman, or — we’re not worthy, we’re not worthy! — the Working Woman [get some free links here] is alive and well and kickin in (Fate be thankit for ‘t) — her colleague from a decades young (*) TV series “Wojna domowa” [or "Civil War", or "Home War"] — is late yet.
Born in 1950, Elżbieta Góralczyk died this year’s January, a fact likely to be omitted but not this time.
The splendid then 15-16-teeness, Anula, a star in blond. In one of the series’ episodes we could see her drumming in a garage band. Ela-Anula, rest re-memed (remembered). Lest we forget.
And the tune was Tak mi źle (”Feel So Bad”) but we didn’t feel bad, against our black-and-white tellies, quite the opposite, the song has lived on, lyrics being a treasury of notions of former pre-Capitalist Poland (**), the so-Beatlesian theme of a longing love, music here, a fragment of handheld-cam recapped vision below:
(*) I’d like to see the manner of describing certain things changed. Example: “years young” instead of “years old”. For could you possibly utter: Carmen Electra turned 36 years old on 20 April? — I tried repeatedly, but doomed to fail.
(**) Some of the final stanza’s lines are re-made every time the song gets covered. The original has:
- “katar skróć” — and — “przy kiosku Ruchu”
- “katar skróć” is alright but ‘kiosk Ruchu’ is replaced by “przy automatach” by Komety poprocks
- “kaca skróć” (yes!) and “przy budce z piwem” in the positively twisted minds of Pabieda punkstaz
What’s KATAR as opposed to KAC? And What’s KIOSK RUCHU as opposed to AUTOMATY as opposed to BUDKA Z PIWEM? Well, if you can understand the lyrics, along with the revisions, it means your Polish is of native connoisseur quality. In the meantime, ask nicely and in large numbers, and I dig out an Englishward translation from my drive.
Strange.
First, they make you know about Music — when you just want to hear it.
Then, they make you know about Monty — when you just want to see it.
Still, United States of America’s product beat Diverse Chaps of Pythonia’s product sorely.
I scored 7 out of 10 here [no sweat, proud answers] –
Versus 2 out of 10 there [no idea, wild guesses].
It hit me, when I was driving to work yesterday, Polish Radio Channel 2 on, it was one of Mozart’s Serenades in D Major, I think K239: Serenatta notturna — rather than K320: one with the Longhorn, but there was a strange situation, had to concentrate on the road so I did not catch the coda, but definitely there was and is an in-your-face proof Mozart must have been in Kraków. Where else could Yes-My-Master memorize the little passage of Polish folk must-hear-piece?
Nasz lajkonik, ten lajkonik
Po krakowskim rynku goni
Yes, it could be Kilar’s Marsz Sobieskiego [or any Sobieski's March, yes, yes, anyone?] — but I choose the more surreal (read: unreal) (listen: real) version.
THEY WANT YOU! — but they’re lying it’s in London, and that the pound pays, and that it’s generally safe. BE WARNED! You’ll end up on a distant planet, earn credits (*), and be likely to know the top head of the Medical Corps and his anger. [And you'll never get promoted anywhere higher than 2-1B.]
(*) earn credits = that’s what we call an oxymoron.
When Pia Zadora and Jermaine Jackson’s When The Rain Begins To Fall begins to play — I can hear recalling there was Marek Biliński (*), and more, there’s this cool synth effect into the ear witness of Jean Michel Jarre’s Equinox (oh would I dig its VI’s coda on, on!)…
A jolly good reason to give me some memories:
They did it in 1984:
(*) Not necessarily this particular Biliński’s sound, but I can’t let anyone miss the picture. Socialist telly-vids knew no F/X like it before. Let me say again to those who didn’t get it — this was a V-clip the grim-gray Poland saw back in 1984:
True, I love Krzesimir Dębski’s Husaria ginie theme, a part of the soundtrack to With Fire And Sword. Much of strange fiddlicato fire and, yes, some powerful swords — I caught in my hearing of Aleksander Tansman’s Taniec czarownicy [or Witch's Dance, or Danse de la sorciere].
No, my ears must have misheard it. Bewitched, clearly. — Or?
A week ago, Mr Donald Tusk, Polish Prime Minister said — according to his ruling party’s website — that they [the party] will do everything they can for the Treaty of Lisbon to get ratified in Poland.
Everything?
For a start: whatever the true need may be, either hire a more competent website admininistrator, or more hitmen to silence anyone uploading the screenshots. We see either a non-premeditated idiocy or a a premeditated lie. (Myself, I take the former to be more probable.)
But what screenshots?
Well, there has been an online poll, the question: Should the Treaty of Libson be ratified? And three possible answers: YES / NO / LET’S HAVE A REFERENDUM, with no possibility to cancel or otherwise take back a vote, once cast.
The results of 24-03-2008, ~17.00 CET were:
YES [ca 5500 votes]
NO [ca 900 votes]
REF. [ca 1600 votes]
In short 
. But the older results were: 
Can you spot a difference?
. But the older results were: 
Can you spot a difference?And what does it have to do with lesbians? Nothing, really.
How fitting.
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WARNING: embedded YouTubes may slow down your computer’s time to obey
Vaguely, but I remember David. My favourite Bowie, at least. There’s the time I listened to his story, imagining things, trying to draft down any lyrics I could then hum on my way to primary school. I was angry at Bowie for his careless oral performance — which later, as Google came into power, turned out to have been English. Anyway, as I hear “till the 21st century lose” now, I know either David’s not a prophet or time chose to stand still. DAVID BOWIE: Time Will Crawl
IRON MAIDEN: (Caught) Somewhere In Time
Maids, when you’re young, never wed an old band, a Scots widsom says. Iron, you were beautiful. The concept sleeve of the album, you were beautiful, too: Eddie in times I could call (kill) now.
In order not to be caught, time has to run away. Whenever (wherever) it stands, it can be killed. Overkill gave one example of many, of that. Yes, the lyrics can be taken another mind round: kill the Injuns, running to the hills, and the Injuns are no more, they stopped running: OVERKILL: Time To Kill
A theoretical question. The question, we learn from Einsteins, is when as much as where. DEPECHE MODE: A Question of Time.
Finally, some things about the temporal-spatial phenomena:
TIME CAN BE REPEATED, as it’s cyclical, globular or otherwise snaky.
TIME CAN BE CHANGED, though comparing Bob 1976 to NoBob-Now, I’d say: time changes us more (often) than we change time.
And most heart-taking, my fave for this time (the tune never grows old, boring): TIME CAN BE CREATED. So, logically enough, it can be recreated or decreated. (Note to self, find time to explain how to growl without your throat, killed, out of key and time.)
PS: Time to learn what kind of lyrics were unleashed then
Before the creation of time
….When oviness was Ar
….Early fin-start butcher
….Caused th’ universe devour
Against now:
Before the creation of time
….When nothingness was all
…. And a fiery star’s implosion
….Caused the universe to fall
Nice (poe)try.
Which anniversary depresses me less?
5 years ago the Democracy Spreader onrolled to that part of the galaxy which mishapped to be Iraq.
224 years ago Catherine died, Catherine was born, and long lives a melancholy in someone I know.
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