Sunday, August 2, 2015

Dance On Vaseline





I'm taking back the knowledge
I'm taking back the gentleness
 I'm taking back the ritual
I'm giving in to sweetness





 Come preacherman,
shoot me with your poisoned arrow
But I dance on Vaseline
And I'm tripping out working on a revolution






You don't let the music in
 I'm taking back the children
I'm taking back the ceremony
I'm taking back my offerings
And I'm taking back what you mean to me
 You're dangerous, shoot me with your poisoned arrow But I dance on Vaseline







And I'm slipping out
I'm working on a revolution
Don't let the music in
 And war is all around us
Your Gods are dead and buried underground





I was a silly putty
Your big ideas are useless to me now
 My baby saw the future
She doesn't wanna live it anymore
Its lousy science-fiction
It's on your skin and seeps into your bones





 Come preacherman, shoot me with your poisoned arrow
I dance on Vaseline 
And I'm tripping out working on a revolution 
Don't let day begin 
And you're dangerous, shoot me with your poisoned arrow 
But I dance on Vaseline 
And I'm slipping out working on a revolution 



 
Don't let the music in It started in Oklahoma 
You always think it happens somewhere else 
This madness is attractive 
Until the day it happens to yourself 
And power might seem sexy 
But check her in the cool grey light of dawn 




 
A legislative body 
And all at once your lust for her is gone 
And I'm tripping out working on a revolution 
Don't let the day begin 





We'll turn you down time to time for evolution 
Don't let the music in 
And I'm tripping out working on a revolution 
Don't let the day begin 
We'll turn you down, make a time for evolution 
Don't let the day begin

David Byrne & Morcheeba

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Green eyes







He called me Magdalene
So much my eyes have seen
Cleopatra would have wept for these of green
I watch the people leave
I walk the sorry town
When I saw him first
He was looking down








He called me Magdalene
My say Queen
But he would not look
Into these eyes of green
He lay there alone
No one else around
When I turned to him
He was still looking down








I came
I witnessed
Followed
Found
Returned
Returned
He's still looking down
Still looking down
And the people leave
Leave this girl
Leave this girl
Leave this town
And still he kneels
Does not look at me
He's drawing circles in the ground

PJ Harvey

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Bicycles








Bicycles go, you're on your own. 
Wishing away just for one day 
to take you back to Clapham Common. 
Bicycles go, what's with the bikes 
chained to the racks, railings and signs? 
And I lost mine. 







Bicycles go, your on your own 
over the bridge. Let it on me 
to take you back to Camden Road. 
Bicycles go, story unfolds. 
You had a fine day. 
Look at your face as it radiates

Zebra Tracks

Sunday, July 12, 2015

The Past Is A Grotesque Animal





The past is a grotesque animal
And in its eyes you see
How completely wrong you can be
How completely wrong you can be
The sun is out, it melts the snow that fell yesterday
Makes you wonder why it bothered






I fell in love with the first cute girl that I met
Who could appreciate George Bataille
Standing at a Swedish festival discussing "Story of the Eye"
Discussing "Story of the Eye"







It's so embarrassing to need someone like I do you
How can I explain I need you here and not here too
How can I explain I need you here and not here too





I'm flunking out, I'm flunking out
I'm gone, I'm just gone
But at least I author my own disaster
At least I author my own disaster





Performance breakdown and I don't want to hear it
I'm just not available
Things could be different but they're not
Ohhohhh
Things could be different but they're not




The mousy girl screams, "Violence! Violence!"
The mousy girl screams, "Violence! Violence!"
She gets hysterical cause they're both so mean
And it's my favorite scene
But the cruelty's so predictable, it makes you sad on the stage
Though our love project has so much potential
But it's like we weren't made for this world
Though I wouldn't really want to meet someone who was






Do I have to scream in your face?
I've been dodging lamps and vegetables
Throw it all in my face, I don't care




Let's just have some fun, let's tear this shit apart
Let's tear the fucking house apart
Let's tear our fucking bodies apart
But let's just have some fun





Somehow you've red-rovered the gestapo circling my heart
And nothing can defeat you
No death, no ugly world





You've lived so brightly
You've altered everything
I find myself searching for old selves
While speeding forward through the plate glass of maturing cells






I've played the unraveler, the parhelion
But even apocalypse is fleeting
There's no death, no ugly world






Sometimes I wonder if you're mythologizing me like I do you
We want our film to be beautiful, not realistic
Perceive me in the radiance of terror dreams
You can betray me, you can, you can betray me,






Teach me something wonderful
Crown my head, crowd my head with your lilting effects
Project your fears on to me
I need to view them
See there's nothing to them
I promise you there's nothing to them





I'm so touched by your goodness
You make me feel so criminal
How do you keep it together?
I'm all, all unraveled





But you know, no matter where we are
We're always touching by underground wires




I've explored you with the detachment of an analyst
But most nights we've raided the same kingdoms
And none of our secrets are physical
None of our secrets are physical
None of our secrets are physical now

Of Montreal

Sunday, July 5, 2015

Lucky Man





Happiness
More or less
It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty
Oh, my, my
Happiness
Coming and going
I watch you look at me
Watch my fever growing
I know just where I am






But how many corners do I have to turn?
How many times do I have to learn
All the love I have is in my mind?






Well, I'm a lucky man
With fire in my hands





Happiness
Something in my own place
I'm standing naked
Smiling, I feel no disgrace
With who I am





Happiness
Coming and going
I watch you look at me
Watch my fever growing
I know just who I am





But how many corners do I have to turn?
How many times do I have to learn
All the love I have is in my mind?





I hope you understand
I hope you understand





Gotta love that'll never die





Happiness 
More or less
It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty
Happiness
Coming and going
I watch you look at me
Watch my fever growing
I know 
Oh, my, my





Gotta love that'll never die
Gotta love that'll never die
No, no
I'm a lucky man





It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty
It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty
It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty
Oh, my, my



It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty
Oh, my, my

The Verve

Monday, June 29, 2015

Vico Nahmias - Strofodines





Vico Nahmias - Strofodines






The title of this performance comes from the Ancient Greek word strofix (pivot) and is a metaphor for the delirious behaviour of the individuals who attain a state of religious ecstasy while whirling in place.

 
 
 
 

 
 
This is a technique which goes back many centuries and can be seen illustrated in stone reliefs of the Ancient Greek Kavirian mysteries, in Asian agrarian events and in American pre-Colombian ceremonies. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
Primarily, of course, this technique is known to us from the live, mystic Sufi tradition and the Order of the Whirling Dervishes, founded by Jelalludin Rumi (1207-1275), the poet and holy man of Islam.


 
 
 

 
Vico Nahmias has pored over this extensive material with great dedication, proposing a research spectacle which concerns the modern-day viewer, without being disloyal to the roots of its origin.[ more ]






These photos are from the preview of the production, which is a part of Athens Festival 2015