Sunday, February 28, 2010

Like a flame

Love is like a sin


Love is like a sin, my love
For the ones that feel it the most
Look at her with her eyes like a flame
She will love you like a fly will never love you again


Massive Attack, Paradise Circus
Heligoland, 2010

see how deep the bullet lies

I'd make a deal with God

It doesn't hurt me.
Do you want to feel how it feels?
Do you want to know, know that it doesn't hurt me?
Do you want to hear about the deal that I'm making?
You, It's you and me.

And if I only could,
I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,

Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.
Say, If I only could, oh...

You don't want to hurt me,
But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware, I'm tearing you asunder.
Ooh, There is thunder in our hearts.
Is there so much hate for the ones who love?
Tell me we both matter don't we?


Kate Bush, Running up that hill

Friday, February 19, 2010

A few good times

So let's drink to that and the passing time


My death waits like a beggar blind
Who sees the world through an unlit mind
Throw him a dime for the passing time

My death waits there between your thighs
Your cool fingers will close my eyes
Let's not think of that and the passing time

My death waits to allow my friends
A few good times before it ends
So let's drink to that and the passing time



The Funeral of My Youth

My Death

My death waits like an old roué
So confident I'll go his way
Whistle to him and the passing time

My death waits like a bible truth
At the funeral of my youth
Weep loud for that and the passing time

My death waits like a witch at night
As surely as our love is bright
Let's not think about the passing time


My Death, words and music by Jacques Brel.
Translated to English by Mort Schuman and Eric Blau (Note: There are some slight differences in the ordering of words David Bowie sings in the version on Ziggy Stardust The Motion Picture and the other live version on Santa Monica 1972)


Things Ever Splendid

waiting for death
like a cat
that will jump on the


and the hard
I ever feared to
can now be said:

love you.

Charles Bukowski (1920 – 1994), Confession

Friday, February 05, 2010

The heart gives up its dead


LOVE - What is love? A great and aching heart
Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair.
Life- what is? Upon a moorland bare
To see love coming and see love depart.

Robert Louis Stevenson

In their double shade

like two ghosts before the eye


A weather in the flesh and bone
Is damp and dry; the quick and dead
Move like two ghosts before the eye.

A process in the weather of the world
Turns ghost to ghost; each mothered child
Sits in their double shade.
A process blows the moon into the sun,
Pulls down the shabby curtains of the skin;
And the heart gives up its dead.

Dylan Thomas, A Process in the Weather of the Heart

Wednesday, February 03, 2010

Lost Girls (Series)

Feelin' low as the ground


Feelin' low as the ground
It's driving me crazy just waiting for my baby
To maybe come around... around
I'm waiting for my baby
To maybe come around

My nerves have gone to pieces
My hair is turning gray
All I do is drink black coffee
Since my man's gone away

From:Black coffee

How Slow the Moments Go

I'm talking to the shadows


I'm talking to the shadows from 1 o'clock til 4
And lord, how slow the moments go
When all I do is pour
Black coffee

Since the blues caught my eye
I'm hanging out on Monday
My Sunday dreams to dry
Now a man is born to go a lovin'
A woman's born to weep and fret
To stay at home and tend her oven
And drown her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes


From: Black coffee

A Ballad Of Lost Girls

Black Coffee

I'm feeling mighty lonesome
Haven't slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch the door
And in between I drink
Black coffee

Love's a hand me down brew
I'll never know a Sunday
In this weekday room


Black coffee
Written by Solomon Burke / P.F. Webster, originally performed by Ella Fitzgerald and others