Friday, February 29, 2008
Shall we Torch the Earth?
And if I wake from Dreams
Shall I fall in Pastures
Will I Wake the Darkness
Shall we Torch the Earth?
And if I wake from Dreams
Shall we find the Emptiness
And break the Silence
That will stop our Hearts?
And if I wake from Dreams
Shall we cry Together
For the Howling echoes
And restart the Night?
(...)
Death In June, Fall Apart
Shall I fall in Pastures
Will I Wake the Darkness
Shall we Torch the Earth?
And if I wake from Dreams
Shall we find the Emptiness
And break the Silence
That will stop our Hearts?
And if I wake from Dreams
Shall we cry Together
For the Howling echoes
And restart the Night?
(...)
Death In June, Fall Apart
the lie becomes the truth
(...)
People always told me be careful of what you do
And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts
And mother always told me be careful of who you love
And be careful of what you do 'cause the lie becomes the truth
(...)
Billie Jean
Written & composed by michael jackson
People always told me be careful of what you do
And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts
And mother always told me be careful of who you love
And be careful of what you do 'cause the lie becomes the truth
(...)
Billie Jean
Written & composed by michael jackson
Sunday, February 24, 2008
far too much
as the poems go into the thousands you
realize that you've created very
little.
it comes down to the rain, the sunlight,
the traffic, the nights and the days of the
years, the faces.
leaving this will be easier than living
it, typing one more line now as
a man plays a piano through the radio,
the best writers have said very
little
and the worst,
far too much.
As The Poems Go
by Charles Bukowski
from, ON THE BUS - 1992
realize that you've created very
little.
it comes down to the rain, the sunlight,
the traffic, the nights and the days of the
years, the faces.
leaving this will be easier than living
it, typing one more line now as
a man plays a piano through the radio,
the best writers have said very
little
and the worst,
far too much.
As The Poems Go
by Charles Bukowski
from, ON THE BUS - 1992
Monday, February 18, 2008
All my senses rebel
All my senses rebel
Under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze.
It took a lifetime to get here,
A journey I'll never make again.
(...)
Dead Can Dance, The Trial
Under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze.
It took a lifetime to get here,
A journey I'll never make again.
(...)
Dead Can Dance, The Trial
I can only hold you through a piece of plastic
I could die if I touched you
A long, slow, torturous death
Of a thousand cuts
In a thousand ways
I can only hold you through a piece of plastic
With your name on it
With your name on it
(...)
Cassandra Complex, One Millionth Happy Custommer
A long, slow, torturous death
Of a thousand cuts
In a thousand ways
I can only hold you through a piece of plastic
With your name on it
With your name on it
(...)
Cassandra Complex, One Millionth Happy Custommer
bone and self
I eat only sleep and air
and everyone thinks I'm dumb
but I'm smart because I've figured it out.
I am slimmer than you are
and I am burning my skin off little by little
until I reach bone and self
until I get to where I am essential
until I get to where I am
(...)
Holy, Nicole Blackman
[Dead Inside, Golden Palominos,
Restless Records, 1996]
and everyone thinks I'm dumb
but I'm smart because I've figured it out.
I am slimmer than you are
and I am burning my skin off little by little
until I reach bone and self
until I get to where I am essential
until I get to where I am
(...)
Holy, Nicole Blackman
[Dead Inside, Golden Palominos,
Restless Records, 1996]
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Drown
his scent swims around me
like a perfume too heavy for summer
me lost thing
intoxicated curled within him
drowning over and over
charmed disarmed
he comes when least expected
sits too close lingers too long
stares too deeply
and claims me with something I cannot name
lightheaded and clean
this is a gift
biting tongue until blood
I am sick with him
talk goes no deeper than tonight
words are tickets to spend time
skin is talking to skin
loud
(...)
Drown, Nicole Blackman
[Dead Inside, Golden Palominos
Restless Records, 1996]
like a perfume too heavy for summer
me lost thing
intoxicated curled within him
drowning over and over
charmed disarmed
he comes when least expected
sits too close lingers too long
stares too deeply
and claims me with something I cannot name
lightheaded and clean
this is a gift
biting tongue until blood
I am sick with him
talk goes no deeper than tonight
words are tickets to spend time
skin is talking to skin
loud
(...)
Drown, Nicole Blackman
[Dead Inside, Golden Palominos
Restless Records, 1996]
Friday, February 15, 2008
This Fear of Being What They Are: Dead.
this fear of being what they are:
dead.
at least they are not out on the street, they
are careful to stay indoors, those
pasty mad who sit alone before their tv sets,
their lives full of canned, mutilated laughter.
their ideal neighborhood
of parked cars
of little green lawns
of little homes
the little doors that open and close
as their relatives visit
throughout the holidays
the doors closing
behind the dying who die so slowly
behind the dead who are still alive
in your quiet average neighborhood
of winding streets
of agony
of confusion
of horror
of fear
of ignorance.
a dog standing behind a fence.
a man silent at the window.
hello, how are you?
Charles Bukowski
dead.
at least they are not out on the street, they
are careful to stay indoors, those
pasty mad who sit alone before their tv sets,
their lives full of canned, mutilated laughter.
their ideal neighborhood
of parked cars
of little green lawns
of little homes
the little doors that open and close
as their relatives visit
throughout the holidays
the doors closing
behind the dying who die so slowly
behind the dead who are still alive
in your quiet average neighborhood
of winding streets
of agony
of confusion
of horror
of fear
of ignorance.
a dog standing behind a fence.
a man silent at the window.
hello, how are you?
Charles Bukowski
Fell On Black Days
Whatsoever I've feared has come to life
Whatsoever I've fought off became my life
Just when everyday seemed to greet me with a smile
Sunspots have faded
And now I'm doing time
Cause I fell on black days
(...)
Soundgarden
Fell On Black Days
Music: Cornell
Lyrics: Cornell
Whatsoever I've fought off became my life
Just when everyday seemed to greet me with a smile
Sunspots have faded
And now I'm doing time
Cause I fell on black days
(...)
Soundgarden
Fell On Black Days
Music: Cornell
Lyrics: Cornell
It's Good To Be Back
(...)
Did you miss me, Yeah, while I was away,
did you hang my picture on your wall
Did you kiss me, Yeah, every single day,
although you couldn't kiss me at all.
And did you love me, Yeah, like a good little girl,
Did you tell that naughty boy not to call,
did you love me, Yeah, in your own little world,
Although you couldn't see me at all,
although you couldn't see me at all,
Hello, Hello, it's good to be back, it's good to be back,
Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, I'm back again, I'm back,
I'm on the right track,
(...)
Hello, Hello I'm Back Again!
(Words and Music by Mike Leander & Gary Glitter)
A hit single across the World in 1973
Did you miss me, Yeah, while I was away,
did you hang my picture on your wall
Did you kiss me, Yeah, every single day,
although you couldn't kiss me at all.
And did you love me, Yeah, like a good little girl,
Did you tell that naughty boy not to call,
did you love me, Yeah, in your own little world,
Although you couldn't see me at all,
although you couldn't see me at all,
Hello, Hello, it's good to be back, it's good to be back,
Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, I'm back again, I'm back,
I'm on the right track,
(...)
Hello, Hello I'm Back Again!
(Words and Music by Mike Leander & Gary Glitter)
A hit single across the World in 1973
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