Sem utódja, sem boldog õse...

I've always wanted to write some music to a poem I like, and it sort of just came without me even realising what I was doing. This is the poem I wrote music to using my ukulele :D

Sem utódja, sem boldog őse - Ady Endre

Sem utódja, sem boldog őse,
Sem rokona, sem ismerőse,
Nem vagyok senkinek,
Nem vagyok senkinek.

Vagyok, mint minden ember: fenség,
Észak-fok, titok, idegenség,
Lidérces, messze fény,
Lidérces, messze fény.

De, jaj, nem tudok így maradni,
Szeretném magam megmutatni,
Hogy látva lássanak,
Hogy látva lássanak.

Ezért minden: önkínzás, ének:
Szeretném, hogyha szeretnének
S lennék valakié,
Lennék valakié.

Book of Poems

I usually carry around with me a book which I use to take notes and write down ideas and feelings I have while I am out and about, and a lot of the time it is in the form of poetry. I seem to have misplaced my book whilst in Münich the other day...

I'm not as upset about it as I thought I would be. I'm more facinated by the idea of who may find it, and what they think if/when they read through it.

My diary was more about a way for me release thoughts and feelings at the time, and the fact that I wrote them down means they served their intended purpose.
Although I kind of like occasionally flicking through the endless pages of notes, poems and scribbles and being taken back to the time, place and mindframe when I wrote it, I dont feel like I've really lost anything.


So this post goes out to that diary, and I guess to the person who finds it and is hopefully inspired by it.

Éljen Koppány!

Egy lány az utcán - "Néha nézem az István a Király-t, és Koppánynak szurkolok."

What do I know that I don't already feel?

So I walk on up the top,
up the cobbled road,
To the view engulfed by the fog,

And the city fades to forrest,
Tops of the buildings tall as the trees,
It's all too much for me.

A crack in the clouds lets the sun shine in,
And I can see your name in the light,
You're the reason I'm here again.

Because your words ring true until this very day,
I'm still warmed by the tea,
And the songs you play.

And from the look in your eye and the sound in your voice,
It's for you that I'm here,
I made the right choice.

The Kujo Kings - Brain Food (FILM CLIP)

Here's our first Video Clip we made for the song 'Brain Food' off the CD 'Regal Riot' my band just released. Enjoy!

Butterfly Blues

I've got the butterfly blues,

I don't know what to do,

I’ve got the butterfly blues,

Whenever I think about you.

Feeling

I’m just getting the feeling for a feeling,

I’m just getting used to never getting used to anything,

And it feels right just before it ends.

Like her, the tears patiently wait,

But the sky of foil, twists and boils and it eventually rains.

This planned changed brings a change of plans.

But still no return; the girl in white waits,

For the dance, delay, the waltz reiterates,

And the silence cracks; again we smile.

The eyes that once wept fade green to blue,

The hair brown to blonde as I run my hand through,

And a deep breath of you before hitting the unfamiliar road I know so well.

Add Nekem a Szemeidet - Ady Endre

Add nekem a te szemeidet,
Hogy vénülő arcomba ássam,
Hogy én magam pompásnak lássam.

Add nekem a te szemeidet,
Kék látásod, mely mindig épít,
Mindig irgalmaz, mindig szépít.

Add nekem a te szemeidet,
Amelyek ölnek, égnek, vágynak,
Amelyek engemet szépnek látnak.

Add nekem a szemeidet,
Magam szeretem, ha szeretlek
S irigye vagyok a szemeidnek.

Goodbye

I left Budapest, Hungary, for the last time on my trip. It had been my home base during the last 6 months, and I had returned just about every couple of weeks. It had become a city I knew and understood. It was a city I had developed a great connection to. I had to say my goodbye so that I could peacefully leave without regrets and a heavy heart. I climbed up ontop of the rooftop of one of the tallest buildings in Buda, and sat there for a few hours just watching the city. Before I came down I wrote this goodbye poem.

A view from above and the city opens up,
a place familiar, though I don't know enough.

A view into the lives, a view which I have seen,
A view I've been a part of, a view inside of me.

Reflections on the Great Divide, only disturbed by the wind,
I see myself and the Great Blue Sky the sun is setting in,

So I turn around for one last glimpse, and I feel it in my bones:
"This is not the last time." And I make my way home, from home.

Black Frames

The clearest fog as I enter with you; they’re no longer needed,

So into your hands and I see you, close and true,

You’re not the first with a curious eye,

And you look at me with perfect disinterest,

You look at me with perfect disinterest,

and I back and silent with admiration, honesty,

Off and a knowing embrace,

Off and a you’re still all I can see, the sharpest blur.

Sister

Te majd kézen fogsz és hazavezetsz

Love Songs

An inspiring lecture on the Love Song by Nick Cave.

The Secret Life of the Love Song

Into My Arms

Probably my favourite love song ever.

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Into My Arms

I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candlew burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms