dsalva
dsalva
14 nov 20

DeRank™: 13,60

Vera
#dedicatedto
 
zappp
zappp
14 nov 20

DeRank™: 8,61

Our Lokomotive

Lokomotiv Konkret - from "Kein Aber"
1995 (Leo Lab)

#jazzlegends
 
Vik
Vik
14 nov 20

DeRank™: 12,73

Blur "Sing" TRAINSPOTTING
My favorite from the soundtrack (not counting Perfect Day) of Trainspotting, with an obsessive piano and cold, dreamy atmospheres. (Not to mention the chorus!).
Stunning and forgotten.
Sing - Blur
 
zappp
zappp
14 nov 20

DeRank™: 9,88

Claude Delcloo - Africanasia Pt 1-2

Claude Delcloo - from "Africanasia"
1969 (BYG)

#jazzlegends
 
zappp
zappp
14 nov 20

DeRank™: 20,61

Giochi nell'acqua (Drowning by Numbers) - Peter Greenaway - Clip

Peter Greenaway (2 of 5)
"Games in the Water" - (1988)

#35mm
 
Mark76
Mark76
14 nov 20

DeRank™: 1,31

Heartland Paper Heart subtitulado

A swan song of a courteous style, oxymoronically well anchored to the '80s yet not diachronically reducible to a selected eon.
 
JonatanCoe
JonatanCoe
14 nov 20

DeRank™: 47,86

Ingrandisci questa immagine
RI-PARODIAX 50 ®
[The mood-lifting vaccine in fifty doses during the relapse][03]
 
tia
tia
14 nov 20

DeRank™: 16,35

Ingrandisci questa immagine pizzoccheri! And let greed die!!
 
Stanlio
Stanlio
14 nov 20

DeRank™: 4,31

@[tia] um, then the one with the nail would be me...

Tette e antenne, tetti e gonne (From "La smagliatura")
 
sfascia carrozze
sfascia carrozze
14 nov 20

DeRank™: 32,96

The Jimi Hendrix Experience - Foxey Lady (Miami Pop 1968)

Wow!
This emerging artist seems pretty talented.
 
iside
iside
14 nov 20

DeRank™: 11,64

#funkytown 10 tracks revolving around funk (7) it's only right that I keep delighting your auditory taste buds. Joe Tex - I Gotcha
 
mrbluesky
mrbluesky
14 nov 20

DeRank™: 9,88  ScieMenZiaTi

Mangio una pizza gigante

This video has reached 4.5 million views and that's it..
 
Conteverde
Conteverde
14 nov 20

DeRank™: 4,31

The show must go on

It's a dying swan.
So, taking the heavy bird in my arms, I carried it to the river. It swam a little close to me. I wanted it to fish and I pointed out the pebbles on the bottom; the sands among which the silvery fish from the South slipped by. But it looked out in the distance with sad eyes.
Thus, every day, for more than twenty days, I took it to the river and brought it back home. One evening it was more absorbed, it swam near me too, not getting distracted by the insects through which I wanted to teach it to fish again. It remained very still, and I picked it up again to take it home.
Then, when I had it at the height of my chest, I felt it melting like a belt, something like a black arm brushed against my face.
It was its long, undulating neck that was falling.
Thus, I learned that swans do not sing when they die, when they die of sadness.