Sunday, December 28, 2014

Little Girl Blue





Sit there
and count your fingers.
What can you do?
Old girl, you're through
Sit there
and count your little fingers
unlucky little girl blue.






Sit there
count the raindrops
falling on you.
It's time you knew
All you can count on
is the raindrops
that fall on little girl blue






No use, old girl
you may as well surrender
your hope is getting slender
Why won't somebody send
a tender blue boy
to cheer the little the girl blue?






When I was very young
the world was younger than I
as merry as a carousel.
The circust tent was strung
with every star in the sky
above the ring I loved so well






Now the young world has grown old
gone are the tinsel and gold.







No use, old girl
you may as well surrender
your hope is getting slender
Why won't somebody send
a tender blue boy
to cheer the little the girl blue?
cheer little girl blue

Anita O' Day

Saturday, December 27, 2014

War in heaven






Wait, a war in heaven







Wait, a war in heaven
I hate it when they forget
To let people live






Wait, a war in heaven
I hate it when they forget
To let people live





Slowly we come
There's blood on the chair
In this tender life

The Raveonettes

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Winter Song




The snow on your eyelids that curtsy with age
Is freezing the stares on tyranny's wings.
The bitter is hard and the warmth of your skin
Is diseased with familiar caresses.






Withdrawing from splendor and royal decay
Among all the triumphs and jaded awards
The angry and blazing circus of sun
Blasphemes as the crown prince arises.






You cannot beget all the sins that you owe
To the people of paradise magic
Pretend to answer passion and form
With foreign rationalizations.






Primroses are the jewels that lurk
Among masks of pleasure that flicker with doubt
Embraces of fame that's simultaneously fear
To advance and demand to be recognized.






The river shall flow through hollow green faces
Of caricature's resentment etched out of the tongues.
Both reluctant princess asleep before birth
The classical sensitive failures.






The worshipping wicked cling to the dark of your heart
Lying there and wait with your angels
Moan and ravish from dawn to dusk
The avaricious young lovers.

Nico

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Pathos y Lagrimas







Life is good when life is gone







And time dissolves the strongest love








And I could die






No one's inside





Unlike the rest





 

I miss you for best






You never, ever,






ever cared

Mood Rings

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Gaucho



With fire to keep us warm
and tools we made from rocks and bones
A roof over your head
and walls to keep you safe in bed





 
There must be more than this
So God was born 
and we in his image of fear and love
looked down upon from up above







We gotta do much more than believe
if we really wanna change things
We gotta do much more than believe
if we wanna see the world change






We crossed the oceans wide
built cities to the sky oh Lord
Looked up and we were flying
but will we not survive ourselves






What will I say to my baby
Let me show you a movie
we landed a man on the moon






Now you could never believe it
ya we could do anything
We flew to the stars and back
down to the ground hard






Please wake up

We gotta do much more than believe
if we really wanna change things




 

You know we landed a man on the moon
I know it's hard to imagine
but we could do anything
under the stars.
Dave Matthews Band

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Anaximandros in Foukousima





Anaximandros in Foukousima


A solo exhibition by Zisis Kotionis
02.10.2014 - 16.11.2014

Benaki Museum





Within the pre-Socratic cosmologies the weakened technical thinking of western civilization exists already. The fabrications and the tools of technique simultaneously lead to the destruction of the world, which they interpret, salvaging something from the poetics of the original thought.






 
 
Thus, reading the pre-Socratics establishes a form of wandering among the ruins of technical civilization, ruins accumulated on the ground, swept away by the tide of the ocean, oxidized from the burning of the omnipresent first matter.






 


The word of Anaximander and the other pre-Socratic scholars follows the traveller in an endless roaming and an open stay without destination; feeble proof of this open-air wandering in a background of destruction, accumulated and rearranged in a rough archive.







 


The museum, by a "tampered" use of its exhibition mechanism, presents a random archive of fragments of technique while at the same time becomes part of the technical civilization, in its disrepair.



Monday, December 15, 2014

Objects in Mirror




Read carefully, become familiar 
Consult for advice and assistance 
Statements preceded by the following words







Are of special significance 
Keep one of them in a safe place 
Make a note of the number in case 
You ever need to have a duplicate made.




 
If worn or frayed 
Or if their condition is doubtful 
Replace both front and rear 
Objects in Mirror are closer than they appear 







Check all items periodically 
Expect the unexpected 
Procedures other than those below





Could cause your claim to be rejected 
Remove cover, locate and identify each piece 
Position notches at right angles, push backward to release 
Do not splash on skin or in eyes





Turn counterclockwise 
with arrow pointing forward, 
As pressure starts to increase, stand clear. 
Objects in mirror are closer than they appear.

Matthew Young

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Mesh and Lace




You left without time for me to see
The full event that took the place of me
I felt the pain, saw the strife
The walls moved in, my thoughts will spin






It’s all the time now, there’s no way out
No way out
I’m trapped, encased, entombed, mesh and lace






Trapped in a maze of mesh and lace






It’s all the time now, there’s no way out
No way out







Trapped in a maze of mesh and lace (x4)

Modern English

Monday, December 8, 2014

All apologies




What else should I be
All apologies
What else should I say
Everyone is gay
What else should I write
I don't have the right
What else should I be
All apologies






In the sun
In the sun I feel as one
In the sun
In the sun



Married
Buried






I wish I was like you
Easily amused
Find my nest of salt
Everything is my fault
I'll take all the blame
Aqua seafoam shame
Sunburn with freezer burn
Choking on the ashes of her enemy






In the sun
In the sun I feel as one
In the sun

All in all is all we are.

Nirvana