Abel Korzeniowski - Death

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New album from six-piece instrumental band Rumour Cubes, released 18th August. 

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There Is A Crack In Everything

Dinosauria, We (born like this) by Charles Bukowski (read by Tom O'Bedlam)

https://www.youtube.com/user/SpokenVerse

born like this
into this
as the chalk faces smile
as Mrs. Death laughs
as the elevators break
as political landscapes dissolve
as the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree
as the oily fish spit out their oily prey
as the sun is masked

we are
born like this
into this
into these carefully mad wars
into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
into bars where people no longer speak to each other
into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings

born into this
into hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to die
into lawyers who charge so much it's cheaper to plead guilty
into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes

born into this
walking and living through this
dying because of this
muted because of this
castrated
debauched
disinherited
because of this
fooled by this
used by this
pissed on by this
made crazy and sick by this
made violent
made inhuman
by this

the heart is blackened
the fingers reach for the throat
the gun
the knife
the bomb
the fingers reach toward an unresponsive god
the fingers reach for the bottle
the pill
the powder
we are born into this sorrowful deadliness
we are born into a government 60 years in debt
that soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt

and the banks will burn
money will be useless
there will be open and unpunished murder in the streets
it will be guns and roving mobs
land will be useless
food will become a diminishing return
nuclear power will be taken over by the many
explosions will continually shake the earth
radiated robot men will stalk each other
the rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms
Dante's Inferno will be made to look like a children's playground
the sun will not be seen and it will always be night
trees will die
all vegetation will die
radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men
the sea will be poisoned
the lakes and rivers will vanish
rain will be the new gold
the rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind
and the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition
and the petering out of supplies
the natural effect of general decay
and there will be the most beautiful silence never heard
born out of that.

Born Into This (Dinosauria, We by Charles Bukowski) (read by Tom O'Bedlam)

Music with pictures, without pictures...
Composed by Gregory Tanielian



The Road Not Taken (by Robert Frost, reading by Tom O'Bedlam)

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And—which is more—you'll be a Man my son!

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Si puedes mantener la cabeza en su sitio cuando todos a tu alrededor
la han perdido y te culpan a ti.
Si puedes seguir creyendo en ti mismo cuando todos dudan de ti,
pero también aceptas que tengan dudas.
Si puedes esperar y no cansarte de la espera;
o si, siendo engañado, no respondes con engaños,
o si, siendo odiado, no incurres en el odio.
Y aun así no te las das de bueno ni de sabio.

Si puedes soñar sin que los sueños te dominen;
Si puedes pensar y no hacer de tus pensamientos tu único objetivo;
Si puedes encontrarte con el triunfo y la derrota,
y tratar a esos dos impostores de la misma manera.
Si puedes soportar oír la verdad que has dicho,
tergiversada por villanos para engañar a los necios.
O ver cómo se destruye todo aquello por lo que has dado la vida,
y remangarte para reconstruirlo con herramientas desgastadas.

Si puedes apilar todas tus ganancias
y arriesgarlas a una sola jugada;
y perder, y empezar de nuevo desde el principio
y nunca decir ni una palabra sobre tu pérdida.
Si puedes forzar tu corazón, y tus nervios y tendones,
a cumplir con tus objetivos mucho después de que estén agotados,
y así resistir cuando ya no te queda nada
salvo la Voluntad, que les dice: "¡Resistid!".

Si puedes hablar a las masas y conservar tu virtud.
o caminar junto a reyes, sin menospreciar por ello a la gente común.
Si ni amigos ni enemigos pueden herirte.
Si todos pueden contar contigo, pero ninguno demasiado.
Si puedes llenar el implacable minuto,
con sesenta segundos de diligente labor
Tuya es la Tierra y todo lo que hay en ella,
y —lo que es más—: ¡serás un Hombre, hijo mío!


If, by Rudyard Kipling (feat. Tom O'Bedlam. SpokenVerse)

original music: luca longobardi
piano, synth: luca longobardi

live recorded during a #HCSeries Concert

Everything Was Beautiful And Nothing Hurt

The Laughing Heart By Charles Bukowski (read By Tom O'Bedlam)

What If (1998) HD

"I can still hear your voice in my dreams, but I don’t know if it's the real you. 
So far away but for some reason i can still feel you; I try to close my eyes but it doesn't help, I can still see you.

It's like the sweet smell of your fragrance never ends. it's hard to pretend it's not there because it is, enveloped in the air around me like an invisible mist.

I still remember the sweetness of our first kiss, 
when time slowed down and I couldn’t hear a single sound, 
had no idea what was happening around me, I was just glad that finally...a piece of happiness found me.

Waking up in a cold sweat, your memories stick to my skin. I swear some nights my dreams begin with scenes so vivid I feel like i'll lose myself in the past and if I don't relive these moments, I'm afraid that the few memories I have left of you won't last, and you'll turn into nothing more than a ghost.

But of all the time we spent together, it was actually the beginning that I remember the most.

Because the first time I made you smile, it felt like the warmth of the sun had made its way inside for a while. I mean, I could try forever to compile a list of things to describe it but I'd get lost in a sea of words so deep it'd be hard to keep my head up. The tender warmth of your lips made it hard to resist and even though past relationships had left you in bits and pieces, I promised that I would love you in all your imperfection; the moment your eyes thanked me, I saw myself in their reflection and I realized then that you had let me in where only a few others have been.

What was once shrouded in darkness suddenly became clear: this was the side of your heart where you'd hidden all that you've ever feared, all that you've ever lost, all the regrets you've buried and all the memories you've forgot, it's all the nights where you've cried so hard it left you breathless, overwhelmed with disappointment and second guesses, I know it's not easy when every step you take reminds you of a past mistake, when every smile you fake hides the pain you wish you could replace with something other than a burden, the most frustrating thing about love is that it can be so uncertain, it's like a leap of faith.

So brace yourself because you won't always make it, sometimes you gotta fall face first on the pavement to get a taste of failure, but eventually you’ll learn not to fear it..after all, there are few things in this world more resilient than the human spirit.

And you know what? It's quite a sight; to look forward to a future brimming with life, a future bathed in colours so bright they'll make your heart soar as if heaven itself was right at your feet.

And i'll be waiting for you there, in the meadow where we first heard those hummingbirds singing; their sweet songs always seem to take me back...back to the beginning."

Back To The Beginning

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guitar rhythm - Chayawut Wachirakajonvong (james) 
guitar solo - Alongkon Kachaanan (kan) 
bass - Loganuwat Chokklang (Ro) 
drum - Pongpop Jitchen (tako) 

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recorded : Sorrow life 
Mixed : Sorrow life 
Mastered : Sorrow life

The Laughing Heart By Charles Bukowski (read By Tom O'Bedlam)

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