missing dust jacket

historical materialism and ljubavi

Darling Vicarage is back in her old flat, dolled up with a sexy new internet connection and ready to return to the information super highway. I'm desperately seeking a flatmate at the moment, and so gumtree and spareroom.co.uk are getting more of my attention than blogger right now, but no fear, I will be back.

But first things first. Since minifig moved out I've been forced to confront my blind ignorance of all things interwebby, like, how do you add links to your blog? If I could link successfully, missingdustjacket would be directing you here, a smashing blog by a fine man who knows a heckuva lot about CLR James, as I've been reliably informed by people who went to his lecture during Marxism this weekend. The "What They Say" section alone puts my poor links to shame.

And this here is my song of the week.



Watching Eurovision at my first proper Euro-party (i.e: it wasn't just me and my sister monkey2 and long-suffering boyfriends in tow) I was utterly flabbergasted when my enthusiasm for Bosnia's entry was met with consternation. If you can ignore the absurd video, I think you'll agree this sounds like MGMT invited Kate Bush for dinner when suddenly Bruce Springsteen turned up and started dancing on the tables. I think lesser-spotted mid-noughties indie outfit The Delays might have dropped by to pick up their keyboards too. I have already listened to this 8 times tonight, and you know, it's still not enough.

It's called Pokusaj and it's by Laka, and this here's what they're singing about.

Ne silazi sa cardaka rek'o mi je pjevac Laka
Don't come down from the castle, laka the singer told me personally
Ne klepeci nanulama, nemoj da se pravis dama
Don't clap with your wooden slippers, don't pretend that you are lady
Ne silazi sa cardaka rek'o mi je licno Laka
Don't come down from the castle, Laka told me personally
Ne silazi sa cardaka dok ti ljubav nije jaka
Don't come from the castle untill your love is strong enough

Na moju omiljenu foru
On my favourite tactic
Prevarim faunu i floru
to cheat fauna (animal world) and flora (plant world)
Da zivot nije postao u moru
that life didn't come from the sea
Nego od ljubavi,
but from love
Ljubavi, ljubavi
Love, love
Od ljubavi
from love


Kolike protracili smo dane
So many days we have spent
Lezeci, jeduci banane
laying around, eating bananas
Pa spadosmo na niske grane
so we fell on lower branches
Bez ljubavi,
without love
Ljubavi, ljubavi
love, love
Bez ljubavi
without love


Pokusacu da te poljubim
I'll try to kiss you
A ti se pravi luda
and you pretend you are crazy (like you don't notice)
Pokusacu da te poljubim
I'll try to kiss you
A ti se pravi luda
and you pretend you are mad
Pokusacu da te probudim
I'll try to wake you up
A ti se pravi budna
and you pretend you are awake


Ne silazi sa cardaka rek'o mi je pjevac Laka
Don't come from the castle laka the singer personally told me
Ne klepeci nanulama, nemoj da se pravis dama
Don't clap your wooden slippers, don't pretend that you are a lady
Ne silazi sa cardaka rek'o mi je licno Laka
Don't come down from the castle Laka told me personally
Ne silazi sa cardaka dok ti ljubav nije jaka
Don't come down from the castle untill your love is strong enough


Pokusacu da te poljubim
I'll try to kiss you
A ti se pravi luda
and you pretend you are crazy
Pokusacu da te poljubim
I'll try to kiss you
A ti se pravi luda
and you pretend you are crazy
Pokusacu da te probudim
I'll try to wake you up
A ti se pravi budna

I know, it makes not a lot of sense, but I adore this. I cannot, cannot, cannot stop listening to it. Plus, as I've got the house to myself, it means I can do great big epic laps of my flat in the big fat soaring chorus. (I really need someone else in here before I become too dreadful to live with anyone...)

posted by raspberry beret @ 9:21:00 PM