#kayah & bregovic

[batri-jopa]

Kayah & Bregovic - "100 lat młodej parze" (1999)

[anniebass]

Hi hi, I’m curious what are your top albums from the following decades: ‘80, ‘90, ‘00s? :)

hey diva! that's a fun question, let me wrack my brain for a minute!

Can I list like 3 to 5 from each decade? Just one's impossible ._. I'll only list the ones I usually need to listen from first to last track!

80s:

that was surprisingly hard to choose because when it comes to 80s music (and more popular music that, y'know, has lyrics) I mostly listen to songs not entire albums.

Joy Division - Unknown Pleasures (it's from 1979 but hush)

Kate Bush - Hounds of Love (I actually prefer Lionheart from 1978)

Fela Kuti - Coffin for Head of State (one-song album that my college bestie introduced to me and I loved it ever since)

90s:

Portishead - Dummy (listen to it on the reg, perfect album)

Aphex Twin - Richard D. James (I listen to Selected Ambient Works more often but this one's funnier)

The Prodigy - Fat of the Land (if I ever drive a car this'll be the first music I put on duuuhhhh)

Kayah & Bregovic - Kayah & Bregovic (polish singer & balkan composer, lyrics known by heart by every drunk polish woman of a certain age)

00s:

The Knife - Silent Shout (soundtrack to my morning commute to high school, still listen to it on the reg)

Fever Ray - Fever Ray (my heavy drinking times music)

The Decemberists - Picaresque (I learned about Decemberists from TJ & Amal, loved that album ever since)

Sufjan Stevens - Illinois (beloved)

Venetian Snares - Rossz Csillag Alatt Született (breakcore mixed with classical music, the weirdest of the bunch, everyone go listen to Szamar Madar or Szerencsetlen)

[radreisende]

Song zur Podcastfolge: Kayah, Goran Bregovic - Prawy do lewego

Wir waren gestern, 05.09.2024, hier in Sopot bei Gdansk auf dem Konzert. Das Beste aus 2 Welten: Balkanfever meets Polnische Melancholie.

[deus-ex-messina]

6, 10 & 17 na pytania o polskie ulubione piosenki :)

6. song about anger / piosenka o zlosci

specjalna oferta 2-w-1 bo obie maja wazne miejsce w moim sercu

10. song about history/a story / piosenka o historii/historyjce

faktyczna historia ! o fanny kaplan ktora w 1918 roku przeprowadzila zamach na lenina

17. favorite duet / ulubiony duet

szczerze malo duetow slucham wiec nie wiem czy to my! sie liczy dokonca wiec wspomne ze kayah i bregovic sa na zawsze ikonicznym duetem ktory lubie

chlopaki widac po mnie ze lubie koniec swiata??

[zambrowicz]

I went to therapy for the first time last night. I think that if I just sort out a few things with my thinking, I won’t have to think about myself as much anymore. Then I can be strong for myself and for you. I won’t have to worry. And we can be together, and happy.

I wanted someone to assure me that I’m not retarted. My therapist Corey Lesperance (Hope in French) said it’s ok – I’m normal. I just have several cognitive dysfunctions – I mean distortions.

Maybe I want to be retarted. Like these three writers I have been sitting with, at my desk now for so long. Yet they are in so much pain. And I don’t want to be in pain! Where else does good writing come from in women, if not from pain?

I think I might have a dopamine addiction. Someone once said I’m a hedonist. They probably don’t remember having said that. Funny – how one can remember what someone said you are. Especially if it’s not such a nice thing.

I think I like feeling good. Too much so? I’ve grown out of some addictions – which also feels good. I should be easier on myself. Yet I have a hard time doing anything because the only things that feel good, that make me feel warm, are things like sleeping and drinking and scrolling and eating and smoking on my purple sofa chair. Sometimes the idea of a new pair of sweatpants feels better than the idea of finishing my thesis. I do like to read, though. And I like feeling close to God.

What I wrote above is not entirely true. Perhaps it’s entirely false. I can write about something beautiful and write it beautifully so that whoever reads it can say, wow, that is a beautiful thing, and it is beautifully written. Thus, I will write about my sisters.

I can already feel my eyes welling with tears. The thought of them alone, I must find so beautiful that my body reacts physically. It can’t contain the whole feeling, the whole form. It has to be released through a saline fluid. Each tear, a small shape of that form that makes up its beauty. I wonder, how can one write about something so potent, that the only referential verisimilitude are the tears that I cry? How does one write from tears?

My frail female body, for which so much is too much. Why it bleeds once a month, why it discharges whenever, why it orgasms. Ejection, release, riddance of what is in excess. This might be applicable to the written word, too much in the woman’s head, must be released in words. Words, another form of bodily, this time cognitive, fluid. I know these might not be, even for myself, beautiful images. But we can turn to the warm bodily fluids of the placenta, for example. Then these images are not so disturbing. They do however point to a desire, I think, of wanting to be enveloped in these warm fluids, nourishing, safe, sustaining. A return to the (m)other. Away from the self? Well, then why does my body at once secrete them, only to then release them? On the Kayah & Bregovic album, she sings : Bóg mi daje, Bóg mi odbiera, meaning God gives me, God takes from me. Maybe that’s not a ‘woman’ thing.

***

My father has three daughters. I wonder if he ever wanted a son? I wonder if Hania has to be trans in a sense, because as the oldest, she was raised kind of like a son. Once we laughed that her real name is Henio, not Hania, when she was on the garage floor learning how to change her tires.

Hania and I were born in the same century. Which means nothing, because we might as well have been born into two different worlds. My parents waited until the next century, the 21st, to have Zozo. So, Zozo was born in a different century than me, which also means nothing, because we are one soul. It is not better or worse to share a soul with someone. Being raised with another, separate soul, is just as complex. Parsing and separating, trying to figure out if it is even possible that two souls, or several, can intertwine.

God created love, and he created my parents. Then they created their own love, which created me. And now here I am, trying to explain it.

I am trying to think of what could be the greatest, biggest, most meaningful and beautiful gift. That one could give and receive in life. I thought of in expensive cars, but that is so obviously not the right answer. I thought of experiences, like a vacation, where one can relax, lie on the beach, leaving behind stresses and worries. But there has to be something bigger, the biggest, finite. A car will break and eventually have to be replaced. A vacation will end. Although vacationing for the rest of one’s life does sound like a wonderful kind of gift… but I can feel that that is not it either.

I have heard both women and men say, when they become parents, that their partner gave them the greatest gift ever. A baby, a small being, a new life. A human, naturally occurring. So then working backwards through time, as Sheila Heti does in Motherhood, I allow myself to observe that God gave me humans before me, my parents certainly, and my sisters, to live a life with and through. That being brought into this world is the greatest gift from God, handed to me through my parents. My parents, whose lives I came into, I will call primary gifts. I fell into this world between two beautiful, plush and embellished gifts. Hania, in some relation also falls into this order of gifts, because she was already living for two years when I was born. I fell into her gift as well. But she also spills over into this other altitude of human gifts, because in a sense, my parents as gifts have much unravelled and opened and lived some fifty-something years as gifts. Yet my sisters as gifts, I unravel alongside my own unraveling. I open these gifts, as I open my own self gift, which is my life, life in me. Still, the gift of two sisters is an ever more blinding gift in its beauty, then all the others. My parents will go before us. And then I will hold my sisters and all of their opulent, sparkling wrapping, and I will say, Thank you, God, for these additional, wonderful gifts. Thank you for the best gifts ever.

***

I am trying to think about what my values are and to make them conscious and explain them. I have a lot of explaining to do, towards myself. It has been a pleasure to leave things unexplained, but now that I am on the precipice of becoming an adult, whatever that actually means, I feel like it would be best to bring any values into the conscious realm, and explain them so that I can understand them, and not have to worry so much, about who I am. And if I figure out what my values are and bring them into this realm to explain and understand them, I can perhaps figure out how to live.

I know that I don’t value sitting in front of this computer for seven hours every day, wasting a lot of time pretending to work and reading a page or two of Pure Colour, leaning in very close to the computer so no one catches me reading when they walk down the hall.

I just started valuing writing my thesis and doing nothing else. Why did I think that was not enough? I really don’t understand how I think. Maybe I thought that 800 euros a month is a lot. I guess it isn’t a lot, but maybe just enough. Enough to buy those gray sweatpants that I’ve been looking at all month.

My therapist said that it sounds like I aspire to be a good writer. That might be true, but more importantly, I aspire to be a good thinker. To think well. But I guess to write well, one has to think well. What does this mean? And who thinks well.

Lucid people who think well and who I aspire to be like in this quality, in this value :

God, although it’s hard to communicate with him.

Glenn Loury, fat, black, conservative, economist. Very lucid. Have never attempted to communicate with him.

***

After four sessions with Corey, I lost all hope. So I fired him. Actually, I did something kind of silly, I just stopped booking appointments. He was very kind and good at his job. Slightly too into Jordan Peterson. I make my bed in the morning and know my values. What I need is some kind of psychoanalysis… even though from what I’ve seen and heard, it doesn't do much. The real therapy I need is one that will make me think less about myself, not more.

***

I am at work, pretending to be working and not writing. I feel so terrible. I feel like I need to lie on these old wood floors. I just imagined myself getting off this chair and lying on the floor, and I could feel how much I need it, how good it would feel. Then I imagined them coming into this office and finding me on the floor. That would probably tell them enough, not to hire me full time. Lying on hardwood floors is the poor woman’s physiotherapy.

A list of things that are good for me :

Lying on hardwood floors

Telling people I care about how I feel and how they made me feel (in negative, emotional situations)

Watching the stories I tell myself about how I am

Being assertive

Avoiding gluten

Avoiding cow dairy

Going to sleep early

Waking up before 8

Reading

Thinking about what I am writing

Disagreeing with people on controversial topics

Using my menstrual cup

Eating probiotics

Refusing pain medication

Crying

Free bleeding

Watching who I talk about

Watching stimulating interviews

Going to shows

Refusing to go to readings

Going to confession

Refusing dating apps

Going to youth group meetings

Getting into Jean Monbourquette’s therapeutic writing and practice

Avoiding daydreaming about being a famous stylist

Avoiding shopping for clothes

Selling clothes

Thinking of coping mechanisms other than alcohol and cigarettes

Smoking less

Oiling cuticles before bed

***

If I ever reach the gates of Heaven, I think God will say, You said I’m so tired so many times that I stopped counting. Then I will ask, Why were you counting? And God will say something like, Go to Hell.

***

My body aches from yesterday’s workout and my period and everything feels so heavy. My arms and my eyes and my head and my groin.

***

Some relationships are so difficult that they make me sick with sadness. Others are so easy, I never even think about them, other than in a passing smile to myself. To say, Thank you God ! in the church pew. A prayer for all those with whom relations are so effortlessly loving and for those that demand so much work.

***

There are so many things I want to do and so many books I want to read and very few people I would like to see. I would, however, like to see my parents and my baby little cute dog and my older sister and my cousins back home. I will see them very soon. God willing, next week. When it comes to things, there are also not so many I guess… I am in the end only overwhelmed by the amount of books I would like to read and how my whole being will change every time I flip the final page.

[depoteka]

smoking whatever shit kayah and bregovic were on when they made this album

[holmesandwhatson]

nothing says ‘90′s kid from poland’ more than knowing the entire kayah & bregovic album by heart

[fyeahpolishmusic]

Kayah i Goran Bregović - To nie ptak (Not a bird)

[mademoisellemacabre]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

Grá - Wardruna

Lyfjaberg - Wardruna

Nie ma, nie ma ciebie - Kayah&Bregovic

Sentinel - Luc Arbogast

Everything Matters - Aurora

Thanks for the ask!!!!

[stars-bean]

I was tagged by @justapayneaway and @spookypattinson to list 10 songs I’ve been listening to lately. Thank you, lovelies  💛 💛 💛

1. Take You Dancing - Jason Derulo 2. Better - Zayn 3. Nie Ma Nie Ma Ciebie - Kayah, Goran Bregovic 4. Bet You Wanna - Blackpink, Cardi B 5. Working For The Weekend - MAX (feat. bbno$) 6. Brother Louie - VIZE, Imanbek, Dieter Bohlen, Leony 7. Whine Up - Kat Deluna, Elephant Man 8. (Sittin' On) The Dock Of The Bay - Otis Redding 9. Harder - Bebe Rexha, Jax Jones 10. Salt - Ava Max

Not sure whom to tag, so I’m not going to make an ass of myself.

[plattenabendonline]

Kayah, Bregovic, Goran Bregovic - Prawy do lewego

ac-dj

[ladnepiosenki]

Kayah i Bregović - 1999 r.

[luxxfery]

Muzyka

     Właśnie zaczęłam słuchać muzyki i właśnie teraz leci utwór “Śpij kochany, śpij” - Kayah i Bregovic. Przypomniało mi się, kiedy byłam mała to nie za bardzo przepadałam za polską muzyką, a teraz kiedy mam ponad dwadzieścia lat i słyszę, że w utworze polskiego artysty jest zwrotka w języku angielskim, to od razu się denerwuję i trochę tracę ochotę na słuchanie, mimo to, że czasami muzyka do tej piosenki jest na serio ekstra. Dzisiaj czuję, że muzyka polska to coś naszego, Twojego, mojego... i mam wrażenie, że to jest wyjątkowe. W końcu większość piosenek w języku angielskim brzmi świetnie, więc uważam że kiedy utwór w innym języku brzmi super, to musi to być wyjątkowe. To po pierwsze. Po drugie, często rozmawiam ze znajomymi jaki gatunek muzyczny jest tym najlepszym. Widziałam nawet ranking na internecie, że osoby słuchający rapu to osoby o najwyższym IQ. Możliwe, ale tak samo mówi się o osobach słuchających muzyki klasycznej i metalu, więc możliwe jest również to, że nie ma to w ogóle znaczenia.  Dochodzę do wniosku, że każdy rodzaj muzyki - NAWET DISCO POLO - ma coś świetnego w sobie. Rap - muzycy najczęściej opisują swoje życie, metal, rock - wydaje mi się, że szukają w tym jakiegoś sposobu na odstresowanie się - sposób wyrzucenia z siebie negatywnych emocji ( to samo w innych gatunkach ale chodzi mi o konkretny sposób), klasyka - relaks, szukanie spokoju, itd., disco polo - tutaj akurat myślę, że ta prosta w odbiorze muzyka jest potrzebna do zabawy, bo najlepiej do tego się tańczy, prosty tekst się najłatwiej zapamiętuje. Muzyka góralska i cygańska - nie jestem pewna ale to chyba folk - zabawa i tradycja.  Piszę o tym, bo czasami denerwuje mnie to jak ludzie potrafią się oceniać, bo ktoś słucha innej muzyki niż ja, a kiedy przyjdzie moment dyskusji, to kłótnia i krytyka gwarantowana.  Może prawdą jest to, że trzeba dorosnąć aby to zauważyć. 

[eliamatrell]

tagged by @goodguysbymika, mwah!

you can tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 20 songs. 

big thief - ufof (to my ufo friend / goodbye, goodbye.)

the antlers - sylvia (an introduction) (it made you crawl under that house / and stick your head under the stove / it's all connected / in those complicated nightmares that you wove.)

lana del rey - cherry (my cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme / and all of my peaches / are ruined, bitch!)

the beatles - while my guitar gently weeps (i look from the wings at the play you are staging / while my guitar gently weeps / as i’m sitting here, doing nothing but aging / still my guitar gently weeps.)

mitski - me and my husband (but when he walks in, i am loved, i am loved.)

natalia grosik - w dziką jabłoń cię zaklęłam (w cierpkim smaku wczesnych jagód / już nie szukam twoich ust / już nie szukam cię w szelestach / gdy zaskrzypi leśny chrust)

nico - these days (i've stopped my dreaming / i won't do too much scheming these days.)

vashti bunyan - train song (it's so many miles and so long since i've met you / don't even know what i'll find when i get to you.)

joan baez - it’s all over now baby blue (forget the dead you've left / they will not follow you.)

susanne sundfør - memorial (i dreamt the gods descended / i dreamt that time had ended.)

kate bush - hello earth (tiefer, tiefer, irgendwo in der tiefe gibt es ein licht.)

mark ronson & angel olsen - true blue (we were alone, we were to blame / alive with the same blood in our veins.)

arcade fire - neighborhood #2 (laika) (our older brother bit by a vampire / for a year, we caught his tears in a cup / and now we're gonna make him drink it / come on alex, don't die or dry up!)

kayah & bregovic - nie ma, nie ma ciebie (hej! moje góry i doliny! / widziałyście może dziś / dokąd odszedł mój jedyny?)

let’s eat grandma - rapunzel (my cat is dead / my father hit me / i ran away / i'm really hungry.)

bright eyes - at the bottom of everything (i'm happy just because / i found out i am really no one.)

vampire weekend - hold you now (i know the reason why you think i oughta stay / funny how you're telling me on my wedding day.)

weyes blood - andromeda (stop calling / it's time to let me be / if you think you can save me / i'd dare you to try.)

laurie anderson - from the air (put your hands over your eyes / jump out of the plane / there is no pilot / you are not alone.)

alanis morissette - you oughta know (and every time i scratch my nails down someone else's back / i hope you feel it)

i have. no idea what these songs say abt me tbh.

[atwarwiththesun]

:(

[outrotiddies]

I’m not sure what kind of music you’re into but here are some recs: kwaye - sweetest, anything by amine, se so neon (a long dream, the wave are my faves), car the garden (little by little), if you’re up for polish music - Dawid podsiadło, brodka - w pieciu smakach, wszystko czego dziś chcę, Kayah&bregovic (the whole album is beautiful but 100 lat mlodej parze and nie ma ciebie are my faves), maanam - a bit older but I think it still sounds good. Hope you like any of these ✌️

oof thank you i really like kwaye and all the polish music ngl

send me songs recommendations (no matter genre or language)