Saturday, March 31, 2012

Fast Car






You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere

Any place is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we’ll make something
But me myself I got nothing to prove







You got a fast car
I got a plan to get us out of here
been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
Won’t have to drive too far
Just cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
finally see what it means to be living

You got a fast car
Is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way





So I remember when we were driving,driving in your car
speed so fast It felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped round my shoulder
And I,I had a feeling that I belonged
And I,I had a feeling I could be someone

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so you can fly away
You gotta make a decision
You leave tonight or live and die this way

Tracy Chapman

Friday, March 30, 2012

Eye against eye II






Right here is where the end gonna start at,
Conflict, Contact, Combat,
Fighters stand where the land is marked at,
Settle the dispute about who the livest,
3 word answer,
Whoever survive this,
Only one of us can ride forever,
So you and I cant ride together,
Can't live or cant die together,
All we can do is collide together,
So I skillfully apply the pressure,
Won't stop until I'm forever... One!







A doorstep where death never come,
Spread across time till my time never done,
And I'm never done,
Walk tall, why ever run?
When they move if I ever come?
Bad man never fret the war, tell'em come
General we have the stock, the mad fire burn






I against I,
Flesh of my flesh,
And mind of my mind,
Two of a kind but one won't survive,
My images reflect in the enemies eye,
And his images is reflecting mine the same time,

I against I,
Flesh of my flesh,
And mind of my mind,
Two of a kind but one won't survive,
Massive Attack

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Alekos Fassianos







 Fassianos studied violin at the Athens Conservatory and painting at the Athens School of Fine Arts from 1956 to 1960 where he was taught from Yannis Moralis. He then went to Paris on a French State scholarship (1962–1964) where he attended lessons on lithography along with Clairin and Caroline Chariot-Dayez. In 1966 he lives and works solely in Paris while from 1974 he divides his time between Paris and Athens. Since his first Athens exhibition in 1959 he has done more than 70 personal exhibitions in Paris, Athens, Thessaloniki, Milan, New York, London, Tokyo, Beirut, Hamburg, Munich and elsewhere. Apart from painting he has worked on scribing, poster creation, illustration of books and various publication in Greece and abroad. He has also collaborated in many theatrical projects with the National Theatre of Greece. He has also written many poems and essays. For his work there have been produced at least 4 documentaries from the Greek and French television. He has been invited to produce stamps and posters ahead of the Athens 2004 Olympics. His works are today exhibited in museums and private collections in Greece and abroad.






 
Fassianos personal style has been shaped at the 60s. He draws his subjects from Greek myths, Fayum portraits, Byzantine icons and the shadow theatre. His paintings are also characterised by motion which is emphasised by the hair or cloth waving in the breeze. In his artistic maturity his figures are known for their voluptuousness and the luminosity of the color he uses to highlight the sensuality and the immense pleasure of everyday life. This is probably less true of his early works. His works from the 1960s were made in the expressionist style and his figures are more grotesque.
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Murder By Numbers








 
Once that you've decided on a killing
First you make a stone of your heart
And if you find that your hands are still willing
Then you can turn a murder into art

There really isn't any need for bloodshed
You just do it with a little more finesse
If you can slip a tablet into someone's coffee
Then it avoids an awful lot of mess



Now if you have a taste for this experience
And you're flushed with your very first success
Then you must try a twosome or a threesome
And you'll find your conscience bothers you much less

Because murder is like anything you take to
It's a habit-forming need for more and more
You can bump off every member of your family
And anybody else you find a bore

Because it's murder by numbers, one, two, three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC
Murder by numbers, one, two, three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC



 



 
Now you can join the ranks of the illustrious
In history's great dark hall of fame
All our greatest killers were industrious
At least the ones that we all know by name

But you can reach the top of your profession
If you become the leader of the land
For murder is the sport of the elected
And you don't need to lift a finger of your hand

Because it's murder by numbers, one, two, three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC
Murder by numbers, one, two, three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC-TV

Police

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Chase the blues










 
Nothing to do today
Nothing I want to do
Anyway

I think I'll lie here for a while
And try to escape
I'll block out the wind tower
Clouds run away
Leave me in the sun
I'm dreaming
On my own

 









Nothing to do today
Nothing I want to do
Anyway

I'll think of you
For an hour or two
And chase away the blues

You chase my blues away
Everytday
In my dreams
We say what we mean
We do what we feel
Love fills the days
You take my breath away









 
In my dreams there's no thrill to pay
No decisions to make
No consequence to take
And nothing grey.
Nothing was failed
No mistakes
And then I wake up

Nothing to do today
Nothing I want to do
Anyway

 










I think I'll lie here for a while
And try to escape
I'll think of you
For an hour or two
And chase away my blues
You chase my blues away
Everyday.

Terranova

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Same


 





true signs appear in a set
arrive on time
a blurry effect
soothed states in waning worlds
use that weight
say its your own
I'm not agreeing with or hearing everything that you say
there are a million better things we could be doing today
warm eyes have come and gone your way

 







all free roads on the walk are maybe going to change
won't be sure
not at all
how are we all the same










step and skip
a trail of dust is upset
we're direct on course
don't break it yet
I feel our trouble are near the end
and if I'm wrong I'll take the blame
I hear a million stronger people saying the same

 







I won't ever say I'll never be afraid

all free roads on the walk are maybe gonna change
won't be sure
not at all
how are we all the same

 
Hooray For Earth

Ernest and Bars






"I am one of those who like to stay late at the cafe," the older waiter said. "With all those who do not want to go to bed. With all those who need a light for the night."
- "A Clean, Well-Lighted Place," Ernest Hemingway







"The strange thing was, he said, how they screamed every night at midnight. I do not know why they screamed at that time. We were in the harbor and they were all on the pier and at midnight they started screaming."
- "In Our Time", Ernest Hemingway





"A man can be destroyed but not defeated."
- "The Old Man and the Sea", Ernest Hemingway




 
"I know the night is not the same as the day: that all things are different, that the things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist, and the night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started."
- "A Farewell To Arms", Ernest Hemingway





Monday, March 26, 2012

Sparkle Eyes









 
Sparkle Eyes used to smile at the rain
Don't I wish that I could see it again
Where did the sparkle go?








 
Now if I only knew where to begin
Girl, I'd try to break your fall and stop your spin
But time has changed us both too many ways
And I'm looking at a strange and empty face

 








And your eyes used to shine every day
If I had only never seen you lookin' this way
Those faceless fountains they cooled your fire
It was mine not so very long ago
Your eyes would laugh at the rain
You don't know how I wish I could see it again
I just can't stand to watch goin' down slow
Where did the sparkle go?

Steppenwolf

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Carmen Queasy






My vision is distorted by my sleazy mind
To picturesque an image to control this time
My intimate discriminating fears you test
My ignorance that truly feels it knows regress
You have the power but you keep it all to yourself
Your lust is decomposing us






The intricate sincerity is choking me
Its crumbling and crawling all around my feet
It wasn't jump from lie to lie to cover me
That credible intelligence evading me
You have the power but you keep it all to yourslef
Your lust is decomposing us








 
So now you're telling me its all damn easy
Try to see yourself as calm and queasy
'Cos money making is a wonderful thing
Money making is a wonderful thing
I don't wanna be a marketed baby
Try to see yourself as calm and queasy
'Cos money making is a wonderful thing
Money making is a wonderful thing

Carmen Queasy. I don't wanna be






I'm flinging out some rhythms in a cultural stare
Suffocating, still frustrating, like we care
Dissecting, overanalysing, empty heart
Like spitting out some more wet dreams and calling it art

You have the vision but you keep it all to yourself
Your lust is decomposing us





Money making, money taking
We don't have a choice
But we still have a voise
But take this: life is too short
Twist, deform and distort
Impregnate brains into my seminar
Gonna make a music-making failure
Gotta take back whats mine (gotta take back)
Keep chocking and holding, provoking
My life style you be smoking

Skunk Anansie

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Stories on windscreen








 
The windshield or windscreen of an aircraft, car, bus, motorbike or tram is the front window. Modern windshields are generally made of laminated safety glass, a type of treated glass, which consists of two (typically) curved sheets of glass with a plastic layer laminated between them for safety, and are bonded into the window frame. Motorbike windshields are often made of high-impact acrylic plastic.

 








Windshields protect the vehicle's occupants from wind and flying debris such as dust, insects, and rocks, and providing an aerodynamically formed window towards the front. UV Coating may be applied to screen out harmful ultraviolet radiation.











On motorbikes their main function is to shield the rider from wind, though not as completely as in a car, whereas on sports and racing motorcycles the main function is reducing drag when the rider assumes the optimal aerodynamic configuration with his or her body in unison with the machine, and does not shield the rider from wind when sitting upright.
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On the Blocks


 



Vamiali’s gallery presented “On the Blocks”, a site specific graffiti project by artists APSET, BLAQK, BOOHAHA, ΜΙΝΤONE and RTMone, curated by Anneta Papadatou.



 



The idea came up as a challenge to transfer the initial exterior graffiti action into interior space


 




Within the gallery space, a structure was specially built with YTONG blocks, a primary building material used in construction, in order to create a double space by partitions and surfaces that constituted the medium upon which the installation took place.



 




The artists invited, created new works on the surfaces of partitions, like they were working on the exterior walls of buildings in the wider urban landscape.



 





Each artist will created a large scale “piece” inspired by his very own signature and visual identity. The result, ephemeral or permanent, was completed just before the opening of the exhibition to an in situ installation where each “piece” was a proposal that was examined solely or as an artwork complex.




Alongside the main installation and having graffiti as their starting point and source technique, the participating artists were showcase a series of drawings and artwork on different media.
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Friday, March 23, 2012

Heart full of soul





Sick at heart and lonely,
deep in dark despair.
Thinking one thought only
where is she tell me where.
And if she says to you
she don't love me
just give her my message
tell her of my plea


 







And I know if she had me back again
well I would never make her sad.
I've gotta heart full of soul.

 







She's been gone such a long time
longer than I can bear
but if she says she wants me
tell her that I'll be there
And if she says to you
she don't love me
just give her my message
tell her of my plea.

 
The Yardbirds

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Who Doesn’t Like a Good Old Story?






Kalfayan Galleries present Aikaterini Gegisian’s solo exhibition “Who Doesn’t Like a Good Old Story?











The exhibition includes artist's new work based on images of Soviet Armenia collected from commemorative photo albums and tourist guides dating from the 50s to the 60s and salvaged from flea markets and second hand bookstores in Yerevan, the capital of Armenia.










As images of Soviet modernity have become, over the past 20 years, another modality in consumer nostalgia and are treated as “exotic” variations of the modern, works presented in this exhibition react precisely against this impulse to consume the “world as image”, reflecting instead on the construction of historical memory and the representation of space.









The works act as memorials that commemorate the modern as a distant past and at the same time, turn into central emblems of a new landscape.
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It's kinda funny








You may be dumb but the passage of times
can change anything like the feelings we find
so I'll disappear through the crack in the wall
and the memories I leave will be nothing at all

It's kinda funny


 






So close to peace in the valley's so far
I've lost all the fears that appeared in the dark
Oh we all are so weak, so frail it's unfair,
through the crack on the wall it could be anywhere

It's kinda funny








It's kinda funny

Josef K