Nip/Tuckil on isegi helgeid hetki

Ma tavaliselt "Nip/Tucki" ei vaata. Või tegelikult - ma tavaliselt kunagi ei vaadanud. Nüüd olen miskipärast seda jälgima hakanud. Tõenäoliselt sellepärast, et satun pidevalt kokku nendega, kellele see überkreisi sari miskipärast meeldib. Täna jõudis Kanal 2 neljanda hooaja lõppu. Nii kaua läkski aega, et avastada sarja lõpust midagi eriti vahvat. Üks tore lugu. USAs kaifivad sarja fännid seda, et tegelased ise teevad lipsync'i, mina olen aga rohkem laulu sõnumist sisse võetud. Lahe! Mis siis, et kurblik - ikkagi lahe. Headele inimestele, nendele, kes veel arvuti taga passivad, ütlen aga head ööd! (Heh, see tuletas mulle meelde ühe kolleegi tänase küsimuse - et miks Hip! just Hip! on. A vaat ei ütle!)

The Submarines "Brighter Discontent"

Got a brand new roof above my head
All the empty boxes thrown away
I rearranged the place
A hundred times today
But the ordering of objects
Couldn't hide what's missing

All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be home again
All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be alone again

Got myself a bottle of red wine
Got a night of nothing else to do
I think I might know
What I really want
But is a brighter discontent
The best that I could hope to find?

Got a big black television set
Now I can watch just what I want
But I'm here staring up
At pictures on the wall
And where are you,
You're still stuck inside them all

All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be home again
All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be alone again

But love is not these belongings
That surround me
Though there's meaning
In the memories they hold
A breaking heart in an empty apartment
Was the loudest sound I never heard

Got a desk I'll write myself a note
Pretending that it came from you
On hotel stationary
From the time we first met
Whatever I can do cause
I won't throw my hands up yet

All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be home again
All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be alone again

But love is not these belongings
That surround you
Though there's meaning
In the memories they hold
A breaking heart in an empty apartment
Was the loudest sound I never heard

Well I'll be find if
I dont look around me now
Too much for what's gone
If only I can wait here just a little while
And let time pass in my room.