| God Save the Queen by Nouvelle Vague |
| 12.22.08 | No Comments |
| Cities in Dust |
| 11.19.08 | No Comments |
Cities in Dust by Siouxie and the Banshees
Water was running; children were running
You were running out of time
Under the mountain, a golden fountain
Were you praying at the Lares shrine?
But oh your city lies in dust, my friend
We found you hiding we found you lying
Choking on the dirt and sand
Your former glories and all the stories
Dragged and washed with eager hands
But oh your city lies in dust, my friend
Hot and burning in your nostrils
Pouring down your gaping mouth
Your molten bodies blanket of cinders
Caught in the throes …….
And your city lies in dust
| Anton Corbjin, Control (2007) |
| 07.16.08 | No Comments |
Category: Photography | concerts | death | drug culture | fashion | film | gothypants | lyrics | pop culture
This lovely black and white movie was much better than I expected it to be. It was so exciting to see the first film made by one of my all time favorite photographers Anton Corbjin. Each shot was more gorgeous than the last and the acting was really impressive. It was so true to life, at times I thought I was watching a documentary. I can’t wait to see what Corbjin comes up with next.
www.corbijn.co.uk
| Love and Anger by Kate Bush |
| 05.01.08 | No Comments |
Love and Anger by Kate Bush
It lay buried here. It lay deep inside me.
It’s so deep I don’t think that I can speak about it.
It could take me all of my life,
But it would only take a moment to
Tell you what I’m feeling,
But I don’t know if I’m ready yet.
You come walking into this room
Like you’re walking into my arms.
What would I do without you?
Take away the love and the anger,
And a little piece of hope holding us together.
Looking for a moment that’ll never happen,
Living in the gap between past and future.
Take away the stone and the timber,
And a little piece of rope won’t hold it together.
If you can’t tell your sister,
If you can’t tell a priest,
‘Cause it’s so deep you don’t think that you can speak about it
To anyone,
Can you tell it to your heart?
Can you find it in your heart
To let go of these feelings
Like a bell to a Southerly wind?
We could be like two strings beating,
Speaking in sympathy…
What would we do without you?
Two strings speak in sympathy.
Take away the love and the anger,
And a little piece of hope holding us together.
Looking for a moment that’ll never happen,
Living in the gap between past and future.
Take away the stone and the timber,
And a little piece of rope won’t hold it together.
We’re building a house of the future together.
(What would we do without you?)
Well, if it’s so deep you don’t think that you can speak about it,
Just remember to reach out and touch the past and the future.
Well, if it’s so deep you don’t think you can speak about it,
Don’t ever think that you can’t change the past and the future.
You might not, not think so now,
But just you wait and see–someone will come to help you.
| T. Rex – Trelawny Lawn |
| 05.01.08 | No Comments |
The flowing mane of pain swells on Trelawny Lawn
Stark handsome eyes decide the unicorn
Is a beast of borrowed wisdom
Like a thrush in the yielding harvest field
The prophet deems snow.
The silent stork of sadness scans Trelawny Lawn
The lion, the unicorn it’s horn in the lap of Beth
Laments the dawn
Beguiled, the scribish jacket-man his cap a skull-of-rat
Is but a pawn.
0 sky, your eyes embrace is to vicious for my wheat
The foaming Earthguard whinneys to his leaden feet
The bullfinch rumbles
The lavish lion aslanically scythes the hay
The unicorn bids you stay.
| Bob Dylan’s Theme Time Radio Hour Rocks! |
| 03.17.08 | 1 Comment |
I finally heard Bob Dylan’s Radio show and I was not disappointed.
He picks a wide variety of vintage songs and his buttery voice is so pleasant to listen to.
Thanks to my stepdad Guy for helping me catch up on episodes.
| My Fair Lady |
| 03.14.08 | No Comments |
I have a hard time watching most musicals,
but here is a super cute song from
My Fair Lady (1964)
“Show Me”
Touch and my heart begins to crumble,
The heaven’s tumble, Darling, and I’m… Eliza Words!
Words! Words! I’m so sick of words!
I get words all day through;
First from him, now from you! Is that all you blighters can do?
Don’t talk of stars Burning above; If you’re in love,
Show me! Tell me no dreams
Filled with desire. If you’re on fire,
Show me! Here we are together in the middle of the night!
Don’t talk of spring! Just hold me tight!
Anyone who’s ever been in love’ll tell you that
This is no time for a chat! Haven’t your lips
Longed for my touch? Don’t say how much,
Show me! Show me! Don’t talk of love lasting through time.
Make me no undying vow. Show me now!
Sing me no song! Read me no rhyme!
Don’t waste my time, Show me!
Don’t talk of June, Don’t talk of fall!
Don’t talk at all! Show me!
Never do I ever want to hear another word.
There isn’t one I haven’t heard.
Here we are together in what ought to be a dream;
Day one more word and I’ll scream!
Haven’t your arms Hungered for mine?
Please don’t “expl’ine,” Show me! Show me!
Don’t wait until wrinkles and lines
Pop out all over my brow,
Show me now!
| …and then the Angels gave us Kate Bush! |
| 02.13.08 | No Comments |
…and our ears had never before, heard anything this beautiful.
Rocket’s Tail
by Kate Bush
That November night, looking up into the sky,
You said,
“Hey, wish that was me up there–
It’s the biggest rocket I could find,
And it’s holding the night in its arms
If only for a moment.
I can’t see the look in its eyes,
But I’m sure it must be laughing.”
But it seemed to me the saddest thing I’d ever seen,
And I thought you were crazy, wishing such a thing.
I saw only a stick on fire,
Alone on its journey
Home to the quickening ground,
With no one there to catch it.
I put on my pointed hat
And my black and silver suit,
And I check my gunpowder pack
And I strap the stick on my back.
And, dressed as a rocket on Waterloo Bridge–
Nobody seems to see me.
Then, with the fuse in my hand,
And now shooting into the night
And still as a rocket,
I land in the river.
Was it me said you were crazy?
I put on my cloudiest suit,
Size 5 lightning boots, too.
‘Cause I am a rocket
On fire.
Look at me go, with my tail on fire,
With my tail on fire,
On fire.
Hey, look at me go, look at me…
| Sunshine Superman |
| 02.04.08 | No Comments |
Sunshine Superman
Donovan
Sunshine came softly through my a-window today
Could’ve tripped out easy a-but I’ve a-changed my ways
It’ll take time, I know it but in a while
You’re gonna be mine, I know it, we’ll do it in style
‘Cause I made my mind up you’re going to be mine
I’ll tell you right now
Any trick in the book now, baby, all that I can find
Everybody’s hustlin’ just to have a little scene
When I say we’ll be cool I think that you know what I mean
We stood on a beach at sunset, do you remember when?
I know a beach where, baby, a-it never ends
When you’ve made your mind up forever to be mine
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
I’ll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind
‘Cause I made my mind up you’re going to be mine
I’ll tell you right now
Any trick in the book now, baby, all that I can find
Superman or Green Lantern ain’t got a-nothin’ on me
I can make like a turtle and dive for your pearls in the sea, yeah!
A you-you-you can just sit there a-thinking on your velvet throne
’bout all the rainbows a-you can a-have for your own
When you’ve made your mind up forever to be mine
I’ll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind
When you’ve made your mind up forever to be mine
I’ll pick up your hand
I’ll pick up your hand
| This week was filled with many tests of friendship… |
| 01.31.08 | No Comments |
Friendship
by Cole Porter
If you’re ever in a jam, here I am
If you ever need a pal, I’m your gal
If you ever feel so happy you land in jail; I’m your bail
It’s friendship, friendship
Just a perfect blendship
When other friendships have been forgot
Ours will still be hot.
If you ever lose your way, came to May
If you ever make a flop, call for Pop
If you ever take a boat and get last at sea; Write to me
It’s friendship, friendship
Just a perfect blendship
When other friendships have been forgit
Ours will still be it.
If you ever catch on fire, send a wire
If you ever lose your teeth and you’re out to dine; Borrow mine
It’s friendship, friendship
Just a perfect blendship
When other friendships have ceased to jell
Ours will still be swell.
If they ever black your eyes, put me wise
lf they ever cook your goose, turn me loose
If they ever put a bullet through your brr-ain; I’ll complain
It’s friendship, friendship
Just a perfect blendship
When other friendships go up in smoke
Ours will still be oke.
If you ever lose your mind, I’ll be kind
If you ever lose your shirt, l’Il be hurt
If you’re ever in a mill and get sawed in half; I won’t laugh
It’s friendship, friendship
Just a perfect blendship
When other friendships have been forgate
Ours will still be great.
If they ever hang you, pard, send a card
If they ever cut your throat, write a note
If they ever make a cannibaI stew of you; Invite me too
It’s friendship, friendship
Just a perfect blendship
When other friendships are up the crick
Ours will still be slick.
Copyright Cole Porter, 1939
