tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87497260926349512832024-02-08T15:22:36.767+02:00mos-sMy song-a-day radio station.moshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07366595553779515057noreply@blogger.comBlogger205125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749726092634951283.post-43603194571108449832011-04-04T17:43:00.000+03:002011-04-04T17:43:11.837+03:00Crazyby Ninet Tayeb.<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/t_IR1rEkotU?rel=0&hd=1" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe>moshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07366595553779515057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749726092634951283.post-59266799200438429802010-12-25T07:01:00.002+02:002010-12-25T07:08:49.025+02:00Back to Manhattanby Norah Jones.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JXGy8-JQzpo?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JXGy8-JQzpo?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />I love you L.moshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07366595553779515057noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749726092634951283.post-76566286314961557472010-10-19T01:47:00.001+02:002010-10-19T01:56:01.143+02:00Masheu Hayav Lehishtanot (Something gotta change)by Irmi Kaplan.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R9y318evVcQ?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R9y318evVcQ?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>moshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07366595553779515057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749726092634951283.post-65642012820872010102010-09-09T02:21:00.002+03:002010-09-09T02:26:45.631+03:00Ktsat Meshune Shelo Nishart (It's a bit odd you didn't stay)by Shlomo Artzi.<br /><br />This is a live performance version. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C_rAcvio9S0">The original</a> is a bit cleaner and you might like it better.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NntSp46tZCc?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NntSp46tZCc?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>moshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07366595553779515057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749726092634951283.post-5506733437144871062010-08-19T02:39:00.000+03:002010-08-19T02:40:12.944+03:00Reach Out (I'll Be There)by Red Band and Efrat Gosh.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C9iNsM7jUKI?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C9iNsM7jUKI?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>moshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07366595553779515057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749726092634951283.post-27104769669251770572010-08-14T16:18:00.001+03:002010-08-14T16:19:44.336+03:00Canon in D majorby Johann Pachelbel.<br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pachelbel's_Canon">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pachelbel's_Canon</a><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mwx3RvDWvDM&hl=en_US&fs=1?rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mwx3RvDWvDM&hl=en_US&fs=1?rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />On bended knee is no way to be free<br />Lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently<br />All my destinations will accept the one that's me<br />So I can breathe...<br /><br />Circles they grow and they swallow people whole<br />Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never know<br />A mind full of questions, and a teacher in my soul<br />And so it goes...<br /><br />Don't come closer or I'll have to go<br />Holding me like gravity are places that pull<br />If ever there was someone to keep me at home<br />It would be you...<br /><br />Everyone I come across, in cages they bought<br />They think of me and my wandering, but I'm never what they thought<br />I've got my indignation, but I'm pure in all my thoughts<br />I'm alive...<br /><br />Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere<br />Underneath my being is a road that disappeared<br />Late at night I hear the trees, they're singing with the dead<br />Overhead...<br /><br />Leave it to me as I find a way to be<br />Consider me a satellite, forever orbiting<br />I knew all the rules, but the rules did not know me<br />Guaranteedmoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07366595553779515057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749726092634951283.post-46818726756850504742010-07-15T02:14:00.002+03:002010-07-15T02:19:24.050+03:00Barchovot Shelanu (In Our Streets)by Mashina.<br /><br />Awesome live version from a show in the ancient theatre at <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caesarea_Maritima">Caesarea</a>.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wOcxZc0FSgI&hl=en_US&fs=1?rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wOcxZc0FSgI&hl=en_US&fs=1?rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>moshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07366595553779515057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749726092634951283.post-35582377959464645422010-06-24T05:54:00.002+03:002010-06-24T06:01:45.540+03:00My parents wedding day10.10.1966<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zORpSHcp4Ag/TCLKd6r1gkI/AAAAAAAABm4/HrDhNRYucq4/s1600/10.10.1966.bmp"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zORpSHcp4Ag/TCLKd6r1gkI/AAAAAAAABm4/HrDhNRYucq4/s400/10.10.1966.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486169911408820802" /></a>moshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07366595553779515057noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749726092634951283.post-53904071605481530432010-06-15T09:23:00.003+03:002010-06-15T09:28:14.225+03:00Trem Das Onze (Portuguese: "11 O'clock Train")by Matti Caspi.<br /><br />This is the Hebrew version of the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rox85NHn5KE">Portuguese song by Adoniran Barbosa</a>, called "Afilo Daka" ("Even a minute").<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5p4zoo1jt8Y&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5p4zoo1jt8Y&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" 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/>ועל זה אני לא אסלח לך לעולם. <br />כי את זה אני לא שוכח, <br />ועל זה אני לא סולח, לעולם. <br /><br />כשהייתי איתך לא היית איתי, <br />היתה רק תמונה מתנועעת. <br />הרשית בחסדך לאהוב אותך, <br />וכל חסד אחר מנע. <br />ושום חסדים לא רציתי ממך, <br />אבל באותה הדקה הייתי זקוק לידך על כתפי, <br />לנגיעה אחת רכה. <br /><br />ואת זה אני לא שוכח... <br /><br />עכשיו אני כאן יושב לבדי, <br />עם הרגע ההוא הקר. <br />יודע עד כמה ליבך הוא עני, <br />ועד כמה יופייך עקר. <br />אך אותה אהבה למרות רצוני <br />עדיין את שמך מבכה. <br />עדיין קוראת לידך על כתפי, <br />לנגיעה אחת רכה. <br /><br />ואת זה אני לא שוכח...<br /><br />When I sat in front of you without talking <br />Because everything been said <br />You could feel that it's very hard for me<br />And you could feel that it's bitter<br /><br />You stood up and passed, <br />Went to the kitchen and returned a minute later <br />And on your way you didn't put your hand on my shoulder <br />For one soft touch.<br /><br />You're so honest and so decent<br />And you can not cheat <br />When you don't love you just can't, <br />And it can not be changed. <br /><br />But when you passed right next to me <br />And I was all a scream <br />And on your way you didn't put your hand on my shoulder <br />For one soft touch. <br /><br />And this I don't forget, <br />And for this I won't forgive, <br />And for this I won't forgive you forever. <br />Because this I don't forget, <br />And for this I won't forgive, never. <br /><br />When I was with you you were not with me, <br />There was only a moving image. <br />You allowed with your grace to love you, <br />And prevented any other grace.<br />I did not want no grace from you, <br />But at the minute I needed your hand on my shoulder, <br />For one soft touch. <br /><br />And this I don't forget, <br /><br />Now I am sitting here alone, <br />With that cold moment. <br />I know how your heart is poor, <br />And how your beauty is barren. <br />But that love, in spite of my will, <br />Still mourning your name.<br /><br />Still calling your hand for my shoulder, <br />For one soft touch. <br /><br />And this I can not forget...moshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07366595553779515057noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749726092634951283.post-75647615953193812582010-05-16T19:17:00.002+03:002010-05-16T19:24:34.575+03:00Wicked Gameby Chris Isaak.<br /><br />From <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wicked_Game">Wikipedia</a>:<br /><br /><blockquote>The song is a ballad wherein the speaker laments over the rejection of his one true love ("no one could save me but you"), who does not feel the same way about him as he does her ("What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way"). In the chorus, the narrator pines for not wanting to fall in love because of the pain of heartbreak. However, he expresses his reluctance at not wanting to "fall in love" with her, evident in the virtually silent "don't" in the chorus line ("No I [don't] want to fall in love"). This also indicates that, despite his awareness of the pain of lost love, the speaker is so blinded by love that he cannot help but yearn for her and is torn between his desire for her and avoiding the pain of loss and heartbreak.</blockquote><br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-oaHHrNQVrg&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-oaHHrNQVrg&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />The world was on fire <br />No one could save me but you. <br />Strange what desire will make foolish people do <br />I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you <br />And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you <br /><br />No, I don't want to fall in love <br />[This love is only gonna break your heart] <br />No, I don't want to fall in love <br />[This love is only gonna break your heart] <br />With you <br />With you <br /><br />What a wicked game you play <br />To make me feel this way <br />What a wicked thing to do <br />To let me dream of you <br />What a wicked thing to say <br />You never felt this way <br />What a wicked thing to do <br />To make me dream of you <br />And I don't wanna fall in love <br />[This love is only gonna break your heart] <br />And I don't want to fall in love <br />[This love is only gonna break your heart] <br /><br />Nobody loves no onemoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07366595553779515057noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749726092634951283.post-71082675400988325842010-05-13T03:12:00.000+03:002010-05-13T03:13:23.360+03:00The Lost Tribes of New York Cityby London Squared Productions.<br /><br /><object width="400" height="267"><param 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height="385"></embed></object>moshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07366595553779515057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749726092634951283.post-62788135564816566592010-02-25T12:41:00.002+02:002010-02-25T12:50:18.956+02:00Be Stupidby Diesel.<br /><br />A lot of the campaign's awesome posters can be seen <a href="http://www.fubiz.net/2010/01/20/be-stupid-by-diesel/">here</a>.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jaY9Z-C48fk&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jaY9Z-C48fk&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>moshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07366595553779515057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749726092634951283.post-2188655402348006132010-02-18T04:13:00.002+02:002010-02-18T04:17:42.893+02:00They Say It's Springby Blossom Dearie.<br /><br />I got really excited talking with you today. Look what I found on youtube.<br /><br />Miss you.<br /><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r25-tGTQcIM&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r25-tGTQcIM&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><br />When I was young I lived in a world of dreams<br />Of moods and myths and illusionary schemes<br />Though now I'm much more grown up<br />I fear that I must own up<br />To the fact that I'm in doubt of<br />What the modern cynics shout of<br /><br />They say it's spring<br />This feeling light as a feather<br />They say this thing<br />This magic we share together<br />Came with the weather too<br /><br />They say it's May<br />That's made me daft as a daisy<br />It's May, they say<br />That gave the whole world this crazy<br />Heavenly, hazy hue<br /><br />I'm a lark<br />On the wing<br />I'm the spark of a firefly's fling<br /><br />Yet to me<br />This must be<br />Something more than a seasonal thing<br /><br />They say it's spring<br />Those bells that I can hear ringing<br />It may be spring<br />But when the robins stop singing<br />You're what I'm clinging to<br />Though they say it's spring<br />It's you<br /><br />If poets sing<br />That when a heart sympathetic<br />It's merely spring<br />Then poets plights are pathetic<br />Though I'm poetic too<br /><br />They say it's spring<br />For lovers, there's where the lure is<br />That evil thing<br />For which September the cure is<br />This, they are sure is true<br /><br />Though I know<br />That it's so<br />That my fancy may turn in the spring<br /><br />With the right<br />One in sight<br />One can find a perpetual thing<br /><br />Did I need spring<br />To bring the ring that you bought me<br />Though it was spring<br />That wondrous day that you caught me<br /><br />Darling I thought we knew<br />That it wasn't spring<br />'Twas youmoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07366595553779515057noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749726092634951283.post-62836029437218844392010-02-01T16:52:00.004+02:002010-02-01T17:13:23.526+02:00Empire State of Mind (Part II) Broken Downby Alicia Keys and Stephen Colbert.<br /><br /><embed style='display:block' src='http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:cms:item:comedycentral.com:258570' width='360' height='301' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='window' allowFullscreen='true' flashvars='autoPlay=false' allowscriptaccess='always' allownetworking='all' bgcolor='#000000'></embed><br /><br />Here is Stephen' own addition to the original song:<br /><br />I love New York, King of all the Cities<br />Lived up by the Guggenheim, ’til I got some kiddies<br />Moved to Connecticut, ‘bye George Pataki<br />Volvo to the dry-cleaners, pickin’ up my khakis<br /><br />Shoppin’ mall is close, my community is gated<br />My shorties are all private school educated<br />Home theater system, 60-inch plasma<br />Clean suburban air, much better for my asthma<br /><br />Still hit the city, Times Square, keep it real<br />Hard Rock Cafe for the appetizer deal<br />M&M Store, Disney Store, I’m in heaven<br />I own this town from 41st to 47th<br /><br />Take you to The Lion King, that show is fantastic<br />Leave half an hour early so I can beat the traffic<br />I can get home really fast, driver rocks an E-Z Pass<br />Land of cheaper gas and the upper middle classmoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07366595553779515057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749726092634951283.post-69946856740233885082010-02-01T03:30:00.003+02:002010-02-01T04:26:29.210+02:00How deep is your loveby Red Hot Chili Peppers and by The Bird And The Bee.<br /><br />2 Great cover versions. Sorry about "The Bird And The Bee" horrible video...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q7o-9JuzlD4&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q7o-9JuzlD4&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/opJtIYBgLDg&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/opJtIYBgLDg&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>moshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07366595553779515057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749726092634951283.post-17578234397654012482010-01-29T16:55:00.002+02:002010-01-29T17:00:50.208+02:00A Little Less Conversationby Elvis Presley vs. JXL.<br /><br />The song originally <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hqUfzJACijU">recorded for the movie</a> "Live a Little, Love a Little", and was remixed for the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dkCyWOR5LTU">NIKE Football World Cup advertising campaign</a>. Later it was <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BtrE3bOq-VI">used in the (remake of the) movie</a> "Ocean's Eleven".<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BSkDQYe2FYw&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BSkDQYe2FYw&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />A little less conversation, a little more action please<br />All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me<br />A little more bite and a little less bark<br />A little less fight and a little more spark<br />Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me<br />Satisfy me baby<br /><br />Baby close your eyes and listen to the music<br />Drifting through a summer breeze<br />It's a groovy night and I can show you how to use it<br />Come along with me and put your mind at ease<br /><br />A little less conversation, a little more action please<br />All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me<br />A little more bite and a little less bark<br />A little less fight and a little more spark<br />Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me<br />Satisfy me baby<br /><br />Come on baby I'm tired of talking<br />Grab your coat and let's start walking<br />Come on, come on<br />Come on, come on<br />Come on, come on<br />Don't procrastinate, don't articulate<br />Girl it's getting late, gettin' upset waitin' around<br /><br />A little less conversation, a little more action please<br />All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me<br />A little more bite and a little less bark<br />A little less fight and a little more spark<br />Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me<br />Satisfy me babymoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07366595553779515057noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749726092634951283.post-18820706255048181442010-01-21T03:43:00.001+02:002010-01-21T03:45:07.522+02:00EspressoI really really want that shot.<br /><br /><object width="400" height="225"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8709313&server=vimeo.com&show_title=0&show_byline=0&show_portrait=0&color=ffffff&fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8709313&server=vimeo.com&show_title=0&show_byline=0&show_portrait=0&color=ffffff&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"></embed></object>moshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07366595553779515057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749726092634951283.post-75146208377917978732010-01-11T20:35:00.006+02:002010-01-11T20:43:15.795+02:00Google suggestions as a social experiment<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zORpSHcp4Ag/S0tw0A-gjZI/AAAAAAAABec/yu9I0z_vujE/s1600-h/boyfriend-to1%5B1%5D.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zORpSHcp4Ag/S0tw0A-gjZI/AAAAAAAABec/yu9I0z_vujE/s400/boyfriend-to1%5B1%5D.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425554215015583122" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zORpSHcp4Ag/S0tw7kn9UnI/AAAAAAAABek/353o0kB1Jtk/s1600-h/girlfriend-to%5B1%5D.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zORpSHcp4Ag/S0tw7kn9UnI/AAAAAAAABek/353o0kB1Jtk/s400/girlfriend-to%5B1%5D.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425554344843760242" /></a><br />Because Google suggestions are based on statistics, I find myself doing these kinds of experiments all the time.<br /><br />I wanted to write about it for such a long time, and add few screenshots that shows interesting results, but people started noticing it already and wrote about it before me.<br /><br />So I am happily left with mentioning it and encouraging you to try those funny suggestions yourself...<br /><br />[Images via <a href="http://www.predictablyirrational.com/?p=704">http://www.predictablyirrational.com/?p=704</a>]moshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07366595553779515057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749726092634951283.post-68204098687195367992009-12-28T10:57:00.000+02:002009-12-28T10:58:29.377+02:00La Chanson des Vieux Amantsby Jacques Brel.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H1DpjXQUDsI&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H1DpjXQUDsI&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>moshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07366595553779515057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749726092634951283.post-74288890257522162992009-12-14T03:03:00.003+02:002009-12-14T03:07:11.107+02:00Street Performanceby The Acoustic Heroes.<br /><br />They don't have real instruments so they use Guitar Hero guitars and drums, and they don't really know the words so they repeat the chorus.<br /><br />This performance is from Rotschild boulevard.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ozHTo0Ah4E4&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ozHTo0Ah4E4&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>moshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07366595553779515057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749726092634951283.post-71092756350604878952009-11-20T23:30:00.006+02:002009-11-20T23:37:03.082+02:00Walk On The Oceanby Toad the Wet Sprocket.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gcHB060NKYo&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gcHB060NKYo&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />we spotted the ocean at the head of the trail<br />where are we going, so far away<br />and somebody told me that this is the place<br />where everything's better, everything's safe<br /><br />walk on the ocean<br />step on the stones<br />flesh becomes water<br />wood becomes bone<br /><br />half and hour later we packed up our things<br />we said we'd send letters and all those little things<br />and they knew we were lying but they smiled just the same<br />it seemed they'd already forgotten we'd came<br /><br />walk on the ocean<br />step on the stones<br />flesh becomes water<br />wood becomes bone<br /><br />now back at the homestead<br />where the air makes you choke<br />and people don't know you<br />and trust is a joke<br />we don't even have pictures<br />just memories to hold<br />that grow sweeter each season<br />as we slowly grow oldmoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07366595553779515057noreply@blogger.com0