by Elvis Presley vs. JXL.
The song originally recorded for the movie "Live a Little, Love a Little", and was remixed for the NIKE Football World Cup advertising campaign. Later it was used in the (remake of the) movie "Ocean's Eleven".
A little less conversation, a little more action please
All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me
A little more bite and a little less bark
A little less fight and a little more spark
Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me
Satisfy me baby
Baby close your eyes and listen to the music
Drifting through a summer breeze
It's a groovy night and I can show you how to use it
Come along with me and put your mind at ease
A little less conversation, a little more action please
All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me
A little more bite and a little less bark
A little less fight and a little more spark
Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me
Satisfy me baby
Come on baby I'm tired of talking
Grab your coat and let's start walking
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Don't procrastinate, don't articulate
Girl it's getting late, gettin' upset waitin' around
A little less conversation, a little more action please
All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me
A little more bite and a little less bark
A little less fight and a little more spark
Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me
Satisfy me baby
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Google suggestions as a social experiment
Because Google suggestions are based on statistics, I find myself doing these kinds of experiments all the time.
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.
So I am happily left with mentioning it and encouraging you to try those funny suggestions yourself...
[Images via http://www.predictablyirrational.com/?p=704]
Monday, December 28, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Street Performance
by The Acoustic Heroes.
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.
This performance is from Rotschild boulevard.
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.
This performance is from Rotschild boulevard.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Walk On The Ocean
by Toad the Wet Sprocket.
we spotted the ocean at the head of the trail
where are we going, so far away
and somebody told me that this is the place
where everything's better, everything's safe
walk on the ocean
step on the stones
flesh becomes water
wood becomes bone
half and hour later we packed up our things
we said we'd send letters and all those little things
and they knew we were lying but they smiled just the same
it seemed they'd already forgotten we'd came
walk on the ocean
step on the stones
flesh becomes water
wood becomes bone
now back at the homestead
where the air makes you choke
and people don't know you
and trust is a joke
we don't even have pictures
just memories to hold
that grow sweeter each season
as we slowly grow old
we spotted the ocean at the head of the trail
where are we going, so far away
and somebody told me that this is the place
where everything's better, everything's safe
walk on the ocean
step on the stones
flesh becomes water
wood becomes bone
half and hour later we packed up our things
we said we'd send letters and all those little things
and they knew we were lying but they smiled just the same
it seemed they'd already forgotten we'd came
walk on the ocean
step on the stones
flesh becomes water
wood becomes bone
now back at the homestead
where the air makes you choke
and people don't know you
and trust is a joke
we don't even have pictures
just memories to hold
that grow sweeter each season
as we slowly grow old
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Angel
by Sarah McLachlan.
I heard this song on the radio on my way to the airport, the day I left New York after my month long visit there. I couldn't relate to it more that day.
The original version's quality is a bit better.
Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There's always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty
Oh and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting
Keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness
Oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
I heard this song on the radio on my way to the airport, the day I left New York after my month long visit there. I couldn't relate to it more that day.
The original version's quality is a bit better.
Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There's always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty
Oh and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting
Keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness
Oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
Monday, November 9, 2009
:)
Last week the summer ended here in Tel Aviv with massive and unusual rain that went on for 3 days.
And 2 days ago the winter ended.
And 2 days ago the winter ended.
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