THE SINGULAR ADVENTURES OF THE BOY RACER

SUMMER 2006

2006-07-25T10:01:00.000+03:00

www.kinderpop.blogspot.com

CUPID & PSYCHE '05

2005-07-20T18:00:00.001+03:00

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mc:boys and girls gather ‘round
today truth’s visiting your town
and i – with grandest gift for gab
will try to sing it true and fab

do come hither and sit down
or stand up and stomp yr feet
oblige a rhythm for this tale
to this legend lend a beat

one of the oldest stories ever
retold for our time by moi, the clever
let this myth at once commence
and carry it with you, children, thence

(curtain falls, a choir of cherubs appears)
mc:once upon a time
there was a belle – a shining star

chorus:with colors like a butterfly
you could see ‘em from afar

mc:
her beauty was unlike
any that had come before

chorus:even venus got pissed off
cuz belle’d thrashed her own high score

mc:yeah, but venus had some issues
belle’s beauty not th’only one

chorus:there was also the little matter
of the crush of her own son

mc imitating venus :
that youthful bud, she pisses me off
who does she think she is
when every boy on either side of olympus
wants to make her his
unworthy of my son’s love
i’ll turn ‘er into something other
ooh psyche-girl, the time has come
to taste the wrath of a greek mother!

chorus:
what happened next ?
what happened next ?
after venus-
mad and vexed ?

mc:
not knowing what to do
venus got up to avengin’
and turned the lass called psyche int’a
mustang without an engine

chorus:
what happened next ?
what happened next ?
what happened after that?

mc:
psyche was purchased by a circus
passing through the town
and every night thirty-three midgets
weighed the poor girl down

chorus :
the town was hit by hard times
life turned sad n’ so expensive
people, ranks and governments
bit back on the defensive
draw- and cutbacks hit the towns
people tried to light the load
and psyche was abandoned there
when the circus hit the road

mc:
they disappeared one morning
leaving psyche far behind
on her painted was a clown’s face
a reminder of her grind
the mayor set her up
in front of the town hall
planted roses in her bonnet and
other flowers that trailed and crawled
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then, one fateful day

chorus:fateful !
you could say that again !

mc:then, one fateful day…

chorus:we wax lyrically – don’t take it so literally!

mc:
oh!
well!
...a camaro came along
baby blue and young and strong
rolling on the town’s streets
he broke into a song!

chorus:
a song!?

mc:
a song!!

chorus:
a song! …a song… (repeat / fade to whisper)

mc:
cupid, over to you…

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cupid winks one headlight

cupid:i never believed in magic
until i saw your funny face
since then my engine’s only
longed for your embrace
and all the other cars
laugh ‘cuz its plain to see
that you, the cutest roadster
have put a spell on me
put a spell on me
put a spell on me
(repeat to fade / beginning of dream sequence – piano & harp)
chorus:
(this wasn’t supposed to happen) (A)
psyche:oh the circus fortune teller
warned me ‘bout silly romantics

cupid:oh cutey let down your guard
don’t let me suffer a love pedantic

chorus:
(she was happy by herself) (A)
psyche:
oh, i don’t know – i’m not so sure
i’ve grown so used to this road alone
i’m not like them there dogs
that fetch a bone just cuz it’s thrown

(sound of dogs barking)

cupid (flashing headlights) :come on now, pretty, shiny
let me ease your troubled mind

chorus:
(accidentally, he seduced her..) (A)
psyche:i don’t like your assumption
that i’ve had a not-nice time

cupid:oh - maybe that’s just me
reflecting off’a you
so now that that is settled
tell me what else can i do
see,
there's nothing i wouldn't be
to get to be together
there's nothing i wouldn't be
my heart depends on me
there's nothing i wouldn't do
including doing nothing
there's nothing i wouldn't do
for you to be with me now sugar
there's nothing i wouldn't do
to make you want for nothing
there's nothing i wouldn't do
my heart belongs to you
there's nothing we shouldn't do
to get to be so happy
there's nothing we shouldn't do (B)
psyche:
you still can’t touch my roses… (C)

cupid:oh your thorns become you so,
so sharp, your self defense
but i have such pure intentions
wont’cha let down your barbed wire fence?

psyche:oh, i’ve heard it all before
all men love novelty
but when i begin to wither
you’ll be off just like a bee

chorus:
if you try to talk with him
if you try to copy his pocket-full of poses
you still can’t touch his roses (C)
cupid:when i see you
when i see you
my hubcaps – they pop off
my windshield wipers swishhh!i only have one wish !

psyche:you wanna run side by side ;
you want company for the ride ;

chorus:
if you think he’s magical
‘cuz roses bloom with his touch
that’s mathematical
we think you think too much (C)
cupid:but
but
…i touch roses!!! (C)
psyche:
i lay in my (flower) bed
totally still
my eyes wide open
i’m in rapture
i don’t believe this …
this wasn’t supposed to happen …(A)
cupid:i know not the challengers
the barracudas from before
the snake that bit
the venom’s trip
the highness of your score
come on now,
come on now, baby
if only for once more
there's nothing i wouldn't take
oh, even intravenous
there's nothing i wouldn't take
to get to be approved
there's nothing i wouldn't be
oh that's the gift of schizo (B)

psyche:
there's nothing that's new to me
i've seen it all before now sugar (B)
cupid:until now…

psyche:now?

cupid:don’t turn away,
dear,
don’t turn around
its just a silly song
‘bout no turning to yes

chorus:yes!

psyche:i don’t think i’d mind spending just a little bit of time with you…

cupid:i’ll show you something that you’ve never seen…

psyche:ooh! purrrr…
cupid:you put up such a fight,
tiger, you must be my queen!

psyche:queen?
hmm…
i don’t see ya get down on your knees!

cupid :knees?
geez!look at these wheels…
i’m on all fours!

psyche:oh! please…

cupid:wait!
i’ve got something up my sleeve !

psyche:
rrrrrr!holy cow!

cupid takes aim:

baby, take a bow...

time for bow and arrow-
that should find your ole'
sweet heart again
‘bout :
now

καύθωναθ

2005-07-20T17:46:00.000+03:00

καπθούρηθ
καπθώνι
...ουφ
θφίκθανε οι δέθτεθ!

ΑΦΗ*

2005-07-20T17:25:00.000+03:00

*ερωμένο

χόκουθπόκουθ

2005-07-20T17:06:00.000+03:00

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willing to experience aloneness,
i discover connection everywhere;
turning to face my fear,
i meet the warrior who lives within;
opening to my loss,
i am given unimaginable gifts;
surrendering into emptiness,
i find fullness without end.

each condition i flee from pursues me.
each condition i welcome transforms me
and becomes itself transformed
into its radiant jewel-like essence.
i bow to the one who has made it so,
who has crafted this master game;
to play it is pure delight,
to honor it is true devotion.
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by jeniffer welwood

mix & match

2005-07-20T17:00:00.000+03:00

(a note on interpolations)
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in keeping with the spirit of re-assembly, bricolage, mix and match and mashing up, i have incorporated three different songs into the music of the musical’s first fragment. it’s a rough draft and sure to change a few hundred times, but i thought i’d present what is ready - as a work in progress.

the three songs featured are, in order of appearance ‘hit’ by bjork and the sugarcubes (track A, in the text), scritti politti’s ‘w.o.o.d b.e.e.z (pray like aretha franklin)’(track B) and ‘i touch roses’ by the book of love (C).
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the old myth, as told by lucius apuleius (123ad–170ad), was the main inspiration of course along with the aforementioned songs. the fragment was more than anything inspired by the fantastic courting scenes which tracks B and C depict. scritti politti’s ‘w.o.o.d b.e.e.z’ first appeared on the group’s ‘cupid & psyche 85’ album. a year later book of love released their self titled debut. ‘i touch roses’ was the second single off the album. the addition of the sugarcubes’ ‘hit’ was made at the very last minute.
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eegaandpflipagainstthephantomblot

2005-07-20T16:33:00.000+03:00

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in times of change, learners inherit the earth,
while the learned find themselves beautifully equipped to deal with
a world that no longer exists.
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by eric hoffer
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i am crossing years tonight to light an answer

2005-07-20T15:40:00.000+03:00

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keith althus in his poem called "poem"
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a song by the sea and cake

2005-07-20T15:33:00.000+03:00

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wait a minute
say wait a minute for my breath
i'll wait
try
come on
bet your soul just found out
i'm in trouble ya
try
have you ever thought about it
just a second
all these ways you got it so bad
all we need is a warning soul
and just a chance to let me go
and then i try,
should i try
is it summer,
i never know
i can't tell
when it's up to you
try
been so off
wait a minute
say wait a minute for my breath
i'll wait
try
i may try to stay misunderstood
and it's working
somewhere i've been told impossible
stay near and lonely
try
i wonder why
have you ever
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'the biz' by
the sea and cake
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hyperion

2005-07-20T15:29:00.000+03:00

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but cannot i create?
cannot i form? cannot i fashion forth
another world, another universe
to overbear and crumble this to nought?
where is another chaos? where?
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john keats (1795-1821)
hyperion I.141-145
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airbag

2005-07-20T15:26:00.000+03:00

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in the next world war
jackknifed juggernaut, i am born again.
in the neon sign, scrolling up and down
i am born again.
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in an interstella burst
i am back to save the universe
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in a deep deep sleep, of the innocent
i am born again.
in a fast german car, i'm amazed that i survived
an airbag saved my life.
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in an interstella burst
i am back to save the universe
in an interstella burst
i am back to save the universe
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by radiohead

TALES OF ENDURANCE or A FRANK HYPERBOLE (dedicated to all that save the day)

2005-07-19T14:48:00.000+03:00

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well i got a call from the investors late last night saying that we were gonna have to meet this morning.
so we met and, let me tell you, it could not have been more disastrous had i wrote it as a scene in my movie, and wanted it to be so …
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so, very late last night marcy and i went over the details of the catering.
the meeting with the investors was set for ten a.m.
i thought i’d show ‘em a bit of hospitality by serving breakfast…this lot never say no to an all you can eat, and quite frankly getting them drowsed on eggs, (forgive me francis) bacon and ‘furters and mushrooms seemed like an appropriate decision. that’s when i had the fantastic idea of serving a special kind of mushroom, a frankly funky variety, one that you don’t find in supermarkets, just to make C&P’s presentation a bit more… ‘special’
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…i had ‘em flown in on a special flight all the way from dear amstel-o-dam and had ferdinand the fab french chef prep ‘em with sundried tomato, balsamico and a bit o’ parmesan (quite scrumptious)
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as soon as they were all seated, the first of the whippersnapper-secretaries gave me a small list of directions mr. w. wanted fit in to the script. then mr y’s secretary gave me another list and mr. d’s gave me another…all the while they had begun gorging on the breakie… i sat there looking at their requests… they were pressing me for points of pressure to be made, if you know what i mean..they were asking for compromises… they promised i’d go along way, baby…the list went on and on… to add insult to injury a squealing figure in a suit and tie began to give me a rundown of my spend already…
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…no, i was not sure how i had managed to spend twenty-five billion euros in a week
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before you could say ‘flatulence’ they were tripping their tits off on the ‘shrooms and getting kinda aggro on me. one of ‘em starting weeping, one went off on the statuesque, another on his brother and marcy… dear marcy, freaked out and asked if she could be excused cuz - she wasn’t feeling too alright - thank you…
and i was left in a room of tripping moguls….
such a mess.
though tripping, they presented me with the contracts and made it quite clear that if i was ever gonna make the movie with their precious cash i was going to have to do it their way .
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however, with the power invested in me by frank sinatra i proceeded to tear the contract into pieces and started eating it…
this made em all go berserk !
they started beating each other up and drooling all over the place
‘get a grip’ i said as i watched them lose the togetherness of their excrements
i called marcy and told her to quickly draw up a contract explicating how i owed them nothing and a few minutes later had them all sign it. i blackmailed them that if they didn’t i’d call the police and the media and have them locked up and ridiculed internationally and what not…just for the reactions, really. i can assure you I had no intention of squandering my time on such actions…
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so they’re gone and i have about four hundred euros for this production that almost was the biggest ever but now looks like the biggest never…
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and on top of that my intern came by bawling to me after the meeting, his shirt soaked from tears…
he came to resign in a state of disarray…
there was no way of helping the poor thing calm down…
he told me he didn’t want to write a history of tears, that there was a girl somewhere he wanted to go find, to tell her things he hadn’t yet and begged for pardon
and i said :
‘dear boy- you go get the girl!
godspeed you! young son-of-a-gun!’
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at which point marcy came by and said
‘boy, i think you should leave that quixote book down. might it not be a good idea to come get some fresh air with me…’
and i looked at her and said ‘yeah, fresh air … sounds like it might be a good idea…’

WEEP

2005-07-18T10:59:00.000+03:00

so that we can,

really, quite a production

2005-07-18T10:58:00.000+03:00

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one thousand
red, white and pink
just the petals
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i’m meeting investors on wednesday
they want a little taster of ‘C&P’
results…
just about
a couple of scenes
did you clear those rights?
that’s ottaviano with two t’s
tell me how it goes…
actually, if we’re gonna get anywhere with these interpolations…
we’ll need someone to deal with that and that only
ask baz who did his on ‘rouge’
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did ya get hold of scarlet ?
hmm..
sophia’s number is in my old filo
if you can’t get thru to her, tell me and i’ll try bill…
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no, no blue tooth
i want a head set like janet used to wear on tour
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the make up for the photo shoot is sorted
domiva meets the crow
..no, but he promised me he’d let me wear the studded dog collar
and then photoshop a cerberus into it
yeah, s&m with m&m’s
japan, i know, go figure…
the states get me on a beach
riding a black stallion
soaked wet …
blue jeans and black t
yeah, ask roy to photoshop a semblance of a six pack onto me
discretion, darling…
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i'm on the move, catch you later

when we could be diving for pearls ...

2005-07-18T10:55:00.000+03:00

έτσι τελειώνει το
shipbuilding
του
elvis costello

stillness / movement

2005-07-18T10:52:00.000+03:00

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everything that lives is born of movement, as is everything we can think of and thought itself.
without movement existence is nullified, but this is as incomprehensible to my thinking as is the notion of infinity, or how black holes in space operate and are created. light is subordinate to movement, as is electricity; thought; speech; atoms; molecules; nature; industry; commerce; the sun’s energy; the planets; explosions; water; earth; trains; cities; air; fireworks; motor cars; cinema; the universe and so on.
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however, the first state of everything, logically, is stillness, and absolute stillness must be accompanied by the absence of all movement. since thought itself requires and is embodied in movement in order to ‘see’ and understand itself, the realm of absolute stillness evades comprehension. yet this paradox to its existence inspires me!
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in the sciences, particularly astronomy the theory of the big-bang is put forward to account for the creation of the universe and recently scientists have attempted to measure in time when this event took place. the time before this point-in-time, if time can be so allocated, is where absolute stillness is probably to be found.
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through movement (second to stillness), its shades and trickles, from the fastest (beyond my conscious perceptions but intuitively sought), to the slowest (also outside of my conscious perceptual waveband), i have tried to learn about my world from my inception into it. (1). both conscious and subconscious reckoning of this central state begins at birth and perhaps further back in womb-time.
(...)
although i haven’t direct experience and understanding of absolute stillness, buried within me is the belief and a haunting trace of once knowing it.
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it is probable that we distance ourselves, emotionally and psychologically from this central moment of stillness, fearing that it will inexplicably overwhelm us. this i believe accounts for the form of a premonition i have of the other side.
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absolute stillness is everywhere at one and the same time. i feel I have to take stock of this.
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movement, the flux and flow of sequence within sequence engulfs and locates us. movement brings with it self-determination.
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there is an inevitability about absolute stillness.
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‘to witness the formulation and construction of the/a space-time era'
catalogue statement by the artist barry martin for an exhibition at the i.c.a gallery, london, october 1966
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LAIKA ...

2005-07-18T10:47:00.000+03:00

...come home !

ON SPEED

2005-07-18T10:45:00.000+03:00

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speed creates pure objects. it is itself a pure object, since it cancels out the ground and territorial reference-points, since it runs ahead of time to annul time itself, since it moves more quickly than its own cause and obliterates that cause by outstripping it. speed is the triumph of effect over cause, the triumph of instantaneity over time as depth, the triumph of the surface and pure objectality over the profundity of desire. speed creates a space of initiation , which may be lethal; its only rule is to leave no trace behind.
jean baudrillard in ‘america’
(translation : chris turner)
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on all fours

2005-07-18T10:43:00.000+03:00

what else is there?
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it was me on that road
but you couldn`t see me
too many lights on,
but nowhere near here
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it was me on that road
still you couldn`t see me
and then flashligths and explosions
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roads and getting nearer
we cover distance but not together
i am the storm and i am the wonder
and the flashlights, nigthmares
and sudden explosions
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i don`t know what more to ask for
i was given just one wish
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it`s about you and the sun
a morning run
the story of my maker
what i have and what i ache for
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i`ve got a golden ear
i cut and i spear
what else is there
roads and getting nearer
we cover distance still not together
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if i am the storm if i am the wonder
will i have flashlights, nightmares
and sudden explosions
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there is no room i can go and
you`ve got secrets too
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i don`t know what more to ask for
i was given just one wish
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royksopp and karin dreijer
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moving
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moving
just keep moving
’til i don’t know what i’m saying
i’ve been moving so long
the days all feel the same
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moving
just keep moving
well i don’t know why to stay
no ties to bind me
no reasons to remain
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got a low low feeling around me
and a stone cold feeling inside
and i just can’t stop messing my mind up
or wasting my time
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there’s a mow low feeling around me
and a stone cold feeling inside
i’ve got to find somebody to help me
i’ll keep you in mind
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so i’ll keep moving just keep moving
well, i don’t know who i am
no need to follow
there’s no way back again
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moving
keep on moving
where i feel i’m home again
and when it’s over
i’ll see you again
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by supergrass

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driftwood
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everything is open
nothing is set in stone
rivers turn to ocean
oceans tide you home
home is where your heart is
but your heart had to roam
drifting over bridges
never to return
watching bridges burn
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you’re driftwood floating underwater
breaking into pieces pieces pieces
just driftwood hollow and of no use
waterfalls will find you bind you grind you
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nobody is an island
everyone has to go
pillars turn to butter
butterflying low
low is where your heart is
but your heart has to grow
drifting under bridges
never with the flow
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and you really didn’t think it would happen
but it really is the end of the line
so i’m sorry that you turned to driftwood
but you’ve been drifting for a long long time
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everywhere there’s trouble
nowhere’s safe to go
pushes turn to shovels
shovelling the snow
frozen you have chosen
the path you wish to go
drifting now forever
and forever more
until you reach your shore
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you’re driftwood floating underwater
breaking into pieces pieces pieces
just driftwood hollow and of no use
waterfalls will find you bind you grind you
and you really didn’t think it would happen
but it really is the end of the line
so i’m sorry that you turned to driftwood
but you’ve been drifting for a long long time
you’ve been drifting for a long long time
you’ve been drifting for a long long
drifting for a long long time
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by travis

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move with me
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into a world i plunge
thru my headphones,
escape into the streetlight
i begin to believe in destiny
when my surroundings’ are
in rhythm with me
i'm just a grain of sand
walking in a sea of people
i look around me and my name is just someone
for a moment in time i belong
where my heart beats
the fear is gone
like destiny
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so move with me
i'm strong enough
to be weak in your arms
move with me
i'm strong enough
to be real in your arms
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whispering as i was driving quietly
the car was rolling like a bullet
i was feeling the speed moving me faster
addicted to the rhythm on my ghetto blaster
that's me supposing that the clarity of thought
is clear enough to think it's real enough to touch
the wind on me got me tripping
can i keep you next to me
till the end of the world
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like the joker on the pile never coming or going
the colour of my true cards was showing
keeping in touch with an idea that i been growing
trust trust i must trust with my head on my chest
i rest with the rest of the restless
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by neneh cherry
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STAND

2005-07-18T10:39:00.000+03:00

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(chorus)
stand in the place where you live
now face north
think about direction
wonder why you haven’t
now stand in the place where you work
now face west
think about the place where you live
wonder why you haven’t before
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if you are confused, check with the sun
carry a compass to help you along
your feet are going to be on the ground
your head is there to move you around, so
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(repeat chorus)
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your feet are going to be on the ground
your head is there to move you around
if wishes were trees, the trees would be falling
listen to reason
season is calling
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(repeat chorus)
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if wishes were trees, the trees would be falling
listen to reason
reason is calling
your feet are going to be on the ground
your head is there to move you around
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so stand (stand)
now face north
think about direction
wonder why you haven’t
now stand (stand)
now face west
think about the place where you live
wonder why you haven’t
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(repeat chorus)
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stand in the place where you are (now face north)
stand in the place where you are (now face west)
your feet are going to be on the ground (stand in the place where you are)
your head is there to move you around,
so stand
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(berry/buck/mills/stipe): rem
from 'green'

leitmotiv one (he internalized everything)

2005-07-18T10:37:00.000+03:00

you must be the intern …
take a seat…
this is a digital recorder.
you will have it with you whenever we meet
afterwards, you will transcribe our ramblings
and send it back over to me in bullet-points
and in turn, i’ll give you research guidelines
you’ll go off gather the info and send it back to me
as word attachments.
marcy will hook you up with a laptop, contacts and a weekly stipend
if you have any questions regarding the project, shoot away
if you have any questions regarding anything else
marcy’s your ma…err, woman!
ok?
so…shall we start?
hmm.. where to begin?
…the history of tears…

AUTO AUTO

2005-07-15T11:03:00.000+03:00

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έζησα μια ξέφρενη ζωή
ενίοτε ονειρευόμουν απόσυρση-
συχνά εκπύρσωση
.
μόνος έτρωγα (αναγκαστικά αδηλόφαγος)
και μόνος έτρεχα –
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στο καπό μου έκρυβα καλά
τους βίαιους νόμους ενός μοναχικού καμποτάζ,
μια αδιάκοπη αμαρτία,
το όνομα της...
ιδιωτεία
.
καμιά φορά στους δρόμους
έβρισκα πρόσωπα γλυκά
αλλά αυτά πάντα χάνονταν
στα κόκκινα και στα πράσινα
.
το κίτρινο με τρέλαινε...
μου θύμιζε ξαφνικές παράνομες επιταχύνσεις -
και ταξί,
που ‘μοιαζαν με φίλους απ’τα παλιά
που αποκαλύπτονταν σωσίες
όταν από δίπλα περνούσαν
ξυστά
.
έφαγα πολλές κουτουλιές
...και λίγο χιόνι,
το χιόνι μου άρεσε,
στη λευκή σιωπή ήταν όλοι το ίδιο ξένοι
και αυτό ήταν μια παρηγοριά.
.
κάθε παρκαρισμένο καλοκαίρι ο ήλιος με έκαιγε.
γι’αυτό προτιμούσα τη συννεφιά
άντε και τη βροχή
αλλά όχι το χαλάζι-
άουτς!
το χαλάζι πονούσε
.
απέκτησα και βλάβες!
στην αρχή με στενοχωρούσαν
όμως, έμαθα να ζω με αυτές
και πια, με χαροποιούν κιόλας
γιατί φαντάζομαι το τέλος μου-
και μια νέα αρχή-
λίγο πιο κοντά
.
τώρα στα γηρατειά μου
μπαινοβγαίνω στα συνεργεία.
…προβλήματα υγείας…
άντρες με στολές αγγαρείας
με ποτίζουν υγρά
φαντάζομαι τον εαυτό μου κομμάτια,
ανταλλακτικά…
και φοβάμαι.
.
τρομάζω μην μείνω μόνος μου
σαν εκείνο το lada στον επάνω δρόμο
με τα σκασμένα λάστιχα,
γεμάτος πευκοβελόνες
άουτς!
και κουτσουλιές
.
είδα την πόλη να αλλάζει
τα κτίρια της, οι δρόμοι...
μαζί της άλλαξα και εγώ
.
απέκτησα σκουριές σα ρυτίδες
γρατζουνιές στους προφυλαχτήρες,
το χρώμα μου ξεθώριασε
πια, η λάμψη σιγοσβήνει από τους προβολείς μου...

θα ήθελα, όταν έρθει η ώρα μου, να με ρίξουν στο γαλάζιο-
φαίνεται τόσο φιλόξενο έτσι όπως το βλέπω από μακριά
ίσως σε μια κατηφοριά μου τραβήξουν το χειρόφρενο
σε ένα γκρεμό να ολισθήσω
να πετάξω – έστω για μια φορά – στον ουρανό
πριν βυθιστω στον πάτο της θάλασσας
όπου ίσως μπορέσω να μείνω για πάντα…
ακίνητος.
.
.
...ίσως με ανακαλύψει ένα σχολείο από ψάρια.
μέσα μου μπορούν να κάνουν μαθήματα
που θα λησμονούν αμέσως μετά...
.
η σ

έτσι αρχίζει ...

2005-07-15T10:54:00.000+03:00

η 'ιδιωτική οδός' :
'αυτά που μ'αρέσουν είναι και η μοναξιά μου. δεν σιμώνει κανένας'
.
οδυσσέας ελύτης, 'ιδιωτική οδός' (ύψιλον/βιβλία)

(now that i've stopped crying, it might be a good time to write)

2005-07-15T10:51:00.000+03:00

A HISTORY OF TEARS

CRASH

2005-07-15T10:50:00.000+03:00

into me

fret

2005-07-15T10:49:00.000+03:00

(a stare)

dictates at a traffic light (such a production)

2005-07-15T10:05:00.000+03:00

.
…call jo at national ge-o
and tell him we'll need two of each to go-
if you can’t find jill, please call ornitho-jack
ask him to send us the positions
of the flocks that he's tracked
.
darling, find me a volcano about to erupt
and ask bjork to sing on top of it
something bjorkly abrupt
.
get me moz and dear marr
tonite i’ll take ‘em out to a bar
i’m thinking i’ll give ‘em a billion to split-
provided they can come up with the movie’s first hit
.
what else do we need?
hmm, let me see…
oh!
moi-obtuse!
get me hilga, butch-hilga, the viking masseuse
and a man approaching sixty with a face just like zeus
.
that’ll be all for now, sweety
put up the ‘do not disturb’
i’ve got a musical to write
t’keep from crawling the kerbs
.

the streets of your town

2005-07-15T10:01:00.000+03:00

.
round and round, up and down
through the streets of your town
everyday i make my way
through the streets of your town
don't the sun look good today?
but the rain is on its way
watch the butcher shine his knives
and this town is full of battered wives.
.
i ride your river under the bridge
i take your boat out to the reach
cos i love that engine roar
but i still don't know what i'm here for.
.
they shut it down
they closed it down
they shut it down
they pulled it down
.
by
the go betweens

BOOM!

2005-07-15T09:59:00.000+03:00

bang?

the story of moving

2005-07-15T09:57:00.000+03:00

from no to yes

OK

2005-07-14T10:41:00.000+03:00

I DON'T GET IT

UP

2005-07-14T10:29:00.000+03:00

.
i am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
in our eyes are mirror images and when
we kiss they're perfectly aligned
and i have to speculate that god himself
did make us into corresponding shapes like
puzzle pieces from the clay
and true, it may seem like a stretch, but
its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
head when you're away when i am missing you to death
when you are out there on the road for
several weeks of shows and when you scan
the radio, i hope this song will guide you home
.
they will see us waving from such great heights,
'come down now,' they'll say
but everything looks perfect from far away,
'come down now,' but we'll stay...
.
i tried my best to leave this all on your
machine but the persistent beat it sounded
thin upon listening
and that frankly will not fly.
you will hear
the shrillest highs and lowest lows with
the windows down when this is guiding you home
.
such great heights
by
the postal service

DOWN

2005-07-14T10:25:00.000+03:00

.
shooting stars in midnight pastures
and hanging out on clouds beneath the moon.
hitching rides on magic carpets
it's a fairy tale to me but you're in tune.
.
you're shattered by the final frame
of the movie scene that generates your every aim.
you ain't no bird and so for what it's worth
gonna bring you straight back down down...
.
straight back down (come down)
come back down down (come down)
straight back down -
straight back down to earth.
.
in times when you're in need of assistance
you're looking for a lead and in the distance
you hear them calling come back down again
but you don't know how
you don't know where
and don't know when.
.
don't wanna wanna be misled - come down
don't wanna fall on a razor's edge and
you feel at ease - you're begging please
don't take me down for nothing.

you're shattered by the vital pain
that is needed now to tell you not to go insane.
you're tempted by - i say the cooling breeze
that will bring you down
oh come back please!
.
down to earth
by curiosity killed the cat

you must be

2005-07-14T10:22:00.000+03:00

joking

HOLY

2005-07-14T10:19:00.000+03:00

MACARONI

digital

2005-07-14T10:17:00.000+03:00

λοιπόν...
αυτό το δακτυλάκι
που το βάζουμε?

i want the opening scene

2005-07-14T10:15:00.000+03:00

to be very edward bawden

UH-OH

2005-07-14T10:14:00.000+03:00

you're in trouble..

THE MUSICAL (PRODUCTION NOTES)

2005-07-14T10:12:00.000+03:00

.
.
μου δίνουν μεγάλο budget
γύρω στα 600 δις ευρώ
οπότε για αρχή μοιράζουμε μερικά σπίτια free στο
www.absolutelytotallyfreehousesididntbelieveiteither.com
.
για το μιούζικαλ…
τι να σας πω;
με τόσα λεφτά …
μπορούμε να κάνουμε ότι θέλουμε
έβαλα ήδη την pixar στο κόλπο
και ετοιμάζουμε πυρετωδώς το storyboard
γιατί με τον άρη να φτάνει τέλη αυγούστου δεν έχουμε και πολύ χρόνο
αλλά μάλλον θα γίνουν συμπληρωματικά γυρίσματα (call nasa)
το soundtrack θα είναι τριπλό σε τιμή μονού
(call mnp and see if they have time to spare)
note to myself: satie for end credits
.
so much money
i think i need advisors
resumes welcomed here -
the budget …
astronomical indeed
i need a personal assistant
see if that cute silent guy is available
.
we’re gonna set up base on hawaii
and then film on location
easter island and antarctica
which reminds me…
ooh! such a production…
like ‘the exploding boy’ and ‘romeo and juliet’
and 20,000 balloons
…of course looove and liiife and deaaath…
and sixty thousand penguins
it is all over the place
and it goes boom like fireworks
and it glows and smiles all the time…
call baz and luc and david please and fly ‘em over for lunch tomorrow
yes, triptych, of course…
call manolo and tell ‘im i need something for the beach
and vidal … tell him to bring the 0-5 clippers and some of that choco
get me that vandi girl on the phone while you’re at it i want her to jump outta a cake on the 17th
that’s august, not july…
haagen dazs want me to try their new flavor…tell ‘em to send it over in a cooler at seven tomorrow
pm, darling, if it were am it would gimme the shits
i want the guy that did the byzantine religioso make up at the athens olympics to do the make up
and call jean paul to send those sketches and remind him that we’re going for ‘fifth element’ meets boho
no, no interviews…we’ll see later… maybe we should have the junket in antarctica
fly ‘em and row ‘em out and have them hang out with penguins
pay whoever needs to be paid
money’s no issue
.
all this money…
the musical!
oh, yes…
what were the chances?
and to think i was content with a bottle of cheap wine and a walk
.
phew…
such a production…

there are two recommended ways of telling children stories ...

2005-07-13T11:05:00.000+03:00

there are two recommended ways of telling children stories, but there are also a multitude of false paths in between.
the first is the way unconsciously adopted by the nanny, and whoever can be included in that category. here a whole fantasy world dawns for the child, and the nannies are themselves deeply convinced that the stories are true...which, however fantastic the content, can’t help bestowing a beneficial calm on the child. only when the child gets a hint of the fact that the person doesn’t believe her own stories are there ill-effects – not from the content but because of the narrator’s insincerity – from the lack of confidence and suspicion that gradually envelops the child.
the second way is possible only for someone who with full transparency reproduces the life of childhood, knows what it demands, what is good for it, and from his higher standpoint offers the children a spiritual sustenance that is good for them – who knows how to be a child, whereas nannies themselves are basically children.
.
kierkegaard, aged 23, in a journal entry from 1837
as appeared in the tls (times literary supplement) july 8, 2005

kikiriki

2005-07-12T12:02:00.000+03:00

.
πια, πολύς κόσμος ερχόταν.
καθόταν λίγο στις εξέδρες
να σκοτώσει το χρόνο του
πριν την επόμενη στάση,
να μπορεί να πει
‘ναι, ήμουν και ‘γω εκεί...
ναι όπως τα λένε είναι...’
.
είχε ήδη κρατήσει πολλά μερόνυχτα ο αγώνας
και το τέλος του δεν διακρίνονταν
πουθενά στον ορίζοντα.
λες και ο ορίζοντας
ήταν απλά άλλος ένας στόχος
στο οποίο έφταναν
για να ξαποστάσουν -
χώρια -
πριν συνεχίσουν
για τον επόμενο
.
πια, γνώριζαν αρκετά καλά
ο ένας τον άλλον,
ήξεραν πόσο ακούραστοι ήταν
πόση μέθοδο υπήρχε στην τρέλα τους
πόση δύναμη και έμπνευση κρυβόταν
μέσα τους
.
σύντομα δεν άκουγαν
του κόσμου τις κραυγές
γιατί ο κόσμος ερχόταν για λίγο,
λες και από ένα άλλο σύμπαν-
και έμενε για λίγο,
ενώ οι δυο τους
κλειδωμένοι στον αγώνα τους
καταλάβαιναν μόνο αυτόν
.
και, ναι, έτσι όπως τα λένε είναι…
.
κλαίνε και οι δυο τους
δέσμιοι της επαναλαμβανόμενης κίνησης τους,
της ανάτασης
της εξόρμησης
της επανάκλησης
…όλα για μια επανάκτηση που κανείς δεν καταλαβαίνει
.
και όσο κλαίει ο ένας
αναρωτιέται
πόσες φορές μπορεί
να του κουνήσει το κόκκινο πανί
και να του το τραβήξει
σαν τη γη κάτω από τα πόδια του
την τελευταία δυνατή στιγμή
.
και όσο κλαίει ο άλλος
αναρωτιέται
πόσες φορές μπορεί
ένας ταύρος
να ορμήσει στο ίδιο κόκκινο πανί
πριν βάλει στόχο
και γραμμή
για την καρδιά του την ίδια
.

CRUX

2005-07-12T12:00:00.000+03:00

.
o boyracer απαγγέλλει από το κρεβάτι του ‘κομείου όπου βρέθηκε μετά το τέλος της τελευταίας του κούρσας. να συγχωρείτε το ‘θ’. είναι απ’τη σύγκρουση.
.
.
.
άλλοθ έναθ αγώναθ
εναντίον μου
έληκθε με μια νίκη
αρκετή
να δήθω αίθια
μέχρι τον επόμενο
.
για ένα κθέφρενο λεπτό
ένα πόδι θφυρηλάτηθε το γκάδι
πεταλιέθ προθ τα μπροθ
κατέληκθαν θτο φωθ
.
χαμογελώ
γιατί μοιάδει με όνειρο
.
δεν θέλω να κοιμηθώ
δεν θέλω θκέπθειθ
δεν θέλω προβλέπθειθ
θέλω να θυμάμαι μόνο το φωθ
.
θέλω να μείνω για λίγο ακίνητοθ
μετά τον τελευταίο αγώνα εναντίον μου
θέλω να πιστέπθω πωθ μια νίκη είναι αρκετή
θα’θελα να μην ήθελα τίποτα άλλο
.
.

Η ΛΕΞΗ

2005-07-11T13:39:00.000+03:00

...και τότε
ερωτεύτηκε μια λέξη...
.
τη κοιτούσε -
την άφηνε να αιωρείται
.
την παρατηρούσε
τη χαιρόταν
όπως ήταν
μετέωρη,
ανάλαφρη,
όση ώρα έκανε
βουτιές και σάλτους
.
της χαμογελούσε
.
την άφηνε να κάνει τούμπες,
να παίζει
όση ώρα ήθελε
.
δεν την πείραζε
όταν ερχόταν
και ανακατευόταν στα μαλλιά της
όταν τη σκουντούσε
και τη ξυπνούσε
.
την πρόσεχε πολύ
τη λέξη,
μη κάνει κάποιο λάθος
...και εξαφανιστεί

speed

2005-07-11T13:24:00.000+03:00

.
i can cancel time and distance
i’ve got the papers here, the deed
i can cancel out the memory
i can do this all in speed
i can dazzle with a fly by
and then take it from the top
some blink and even miss it
my time spent at pit stops
i can move so fast you’ll gasp
what hit you you’ll try to grasp
for, i wear the saddest medal
awarded to those who move too fast
.

the angel is there like a watermark ...

2005-07-11T11:09:00.000+03:00

.
the angel is there like a watermark, a guarantee of your faultless vision. the angel has no goiter. the angel is there to drop sprigs of parsley into your omelette, to put a shamrock in your buttonhole. i could scrub the mythology out of a horse’s mane; i could scrub the yellow out of the yangtze kiang; i could scrub the date out of the man in the gondola; i could scrub out the clouds and the tissue paper in which were wrapped the bouquets with forked lightning…but the angel i can’t scrub out. the angel is my watermark

henry miller in ‘black spring’
.

WATCHING THE WHEELS

2005-07-08T17:07:00.000+03:00

.

people say i'm crazy doing what i'm doing
well they give me all kinds of warnings to save me from ruin
when i say that i'm o.k. they look at me kind of strange
surely you're not happy now you no longer play the game

people say i'm lazy dreaming my life away
well they give me all kinds of advice designed to enlighten me
when i tell them that i'm doing fine watching shadows on the wall
don't you miss the big time boy you're no longer on the ball?
i'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round
i really love to watch them roll
no longer riding on the merry-go-round
i just had to let it go

people asking questions lost in confusion
well i tell them there's no problem, only solutions
well they shake their heads and look at me as if i've lost my mind
i tell them there's no hurry...
i'm just sitting here doing time

i'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round
i really love to watch them roll
no longer riding on the merry-go-round
i just had to let it go

.
by john lennon

humanifesto vol. 669 (πρόνοια / παράνοια)

2005-07-01T10:14:00.000+03:00

.
καλό μήνα!
.
.
πρόνοια : (η) ουσ. / πρόνους, προ + νους
σκέψη από πριν για κάτι το μελλοντικό
φροντίδα // περίσκεψη, σύνεση
.
παράνοια (η) ους.
παρανοώ, ανοησία, παραλογισμός //
(ψυχιατρ.) ψυχοπάθεια που χαρακτηρίζεται από ιδέες
μεγαλομανίας, υπέρμετρου εγωισμού, καταδιώξεων κ.ά.
.
(από τεγόπουλο-φυτράκη)

humanifesto vol. 668 (oh henry!)

2005-07-01T10:13:00.000+03:00

.
"the task of genius, and humanity is nothing if not genius, is to keep the miracle alive, to live always in the miracle, to make the miracle more and more miraculous, to swear allegiance to nothing, but live only miraculously, think only miraculously, die miraculously." —henry miller
.

humanifesto vol. 667 (mallarme lingers on)

2005-07-01T10:11:00.000+03:00

.
‘i say a flower! and outside the oblivion to which my voice relegates any shape, insofar as it is something other than the calyx, there arises musically, as the very idea and delicate, the one absent from every bouquet’
stephane mallarme in ‘crisis in poetry’
.

MIRROR MIRROR

2005-06-22T11:37:00.000+03:00

.
.
one part sunny bliss
and one part cloudy kiss,
one part soldier brave
and an other fretful slave,
one part moving
and an idle part so still,
sometimes half empty -
other times half filled
a demi optimist
or a semi pessi,
a mother and a father,
a brother and a sis,
one flap flamingo pink
then baby blue eye wink,
two parts that box away
like fighters in a rink
.
.

PACE-SETTER

2005-06-22T11:35:00.000+03:00

a friend said :
‘set a pace, you’re all over the place’
.
“oh, do allow me to disagree,
i suspect you’ve never hugged a tree…”
.
i proceeded to explain
how circumstance once made me a hippy
he looked at me kinda strange
as if i was deeply dippy
.
i said:
“have you ever planted a seed
and cared to watch it grow?
it’s quite a deed
like no other i've come to know…”
.
he said:
‘ok
but how ‘bout now?
you can’t reap this seed you’ve sown’
.
“but i’ve seen it bud and sprout
watched it blossom out...”
.
‘but how about harvest?
do you not feed a starved nest?’
.
“now, that’s the hardest,
like when racing hearts rest”

another day at the races

2005-06-22T11:22:00.000+03:00

.
.
i’ve come to draw words on a line
after another day at the races
i thought i saw you in the stands today
amongst all the hollering faces
.
i thought i saw a grey hound’s bait
caught in my headlights
reeling after closing time
putting up a fight
.
sometimes i wish you’d make your way
down to this arena
t'peek at what i put myself through
...i coulda sworn i’d seen ya
.
maybe someday i’ll see you there
along some kinda finish line
maybe you’ll drop your checkered flag and
shower me in flowers and wine
.

in the blood

2005-06-20T10:47:00.000+03:00

.
can you hear it
pacing, racing, as fast ever
.
why does it make you shiver
does it remind you of faces and places before
.
my dear, some things you just can't ignore
.
from a dovecote
by the sea
or anywhere else (the birds sung matter-of-factly)
.
the clots we sought and then forgot...
.
he who remembers wakes in embers
.
so loud and clear,
with just one ear
.
turns the key and at once ignites
.
in morning's dew
highways pulse
with man's plight
.
.
.
20.06, 2005

words on the wind

2005-06-20T10:41:00.000+03:00

.
i heard a voice calling :
"do not be afraid,
for blessed is he
who is what he was
before he was made"
.
they came on the wind,
those singular words,
and on the wind they went.
.
perhaps all there is
is the calling of birds
as they're blown on the wind,
and we just mistake it for singular words?
.
God knows i don't know
but now night is falling
i am what i was
before i was made
and this is my calling
.
by
robert nye
in
the tls
june 10/2005

BUTTERFLY ON A WHEEL

2005-06-19T12:01:00.000+03:00

silver and gold

and it's growing cold

autumn leaves

lay as thick as thieves

shivers down your spine

chill you to the bone

'cos the mandolin wind

is the melody that turns your heart to stone

the heat of your breath

carving shadows on the mist

every angel has the wish

that she's never been kissed

a broken dream

haunting in your sleep

and hiding in your smile

a secret you must keep

love cuts you deep

love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel

there's no scarlet in you,

lay your veil down for me

as sure as God made wine,

you can't wrap your arms

around a memory

take warmth from me,

cold autumn winds cut sharp as a knife

and in the dark for me,

you're the candle flame that flickers to life

love breaks the wings of a butterlfy on a wheel

love will break the wings of a butterfly on a wheel

wise men say

all is fair in love and war

there's no right or wrong in the design of love

and i could only watch as the wind crushed your wings

broken and torn

crushed like the flower under the snow

and like the flower in spring

love will rise again to heal your wings

love heals the wings of a butterfly on a wheel

love will heal the wings of a butterfly on a wheel

by the mission

ACCIDENTS NEVER HAPPEN

2005-06-19T11:54:00.000+03:00

.
no, i don't believe in luck
no, i don't believe in circumstance no more
accidents never happen in a perfect world
so i won't believe in luck
i saw you walking in the dark
so i slipped behind your footsteps for a while
caught you turning round the block
fancy meeting in a smaller world,
after all accidents never happen,
could have planned it all
precognition in my ears
accidents never happen in a perfect world
complications disappear
now you love me
i, yeah, i can tell
i never lied
and you, you knew so well
like the magi on the hill
i can divinate your presence from afar
and i'll follow you
until i can bring you to a perfect world
accidents never happen in a perfect world
accidents never happen
.
by blondie

MAPS

2005-06-15T16:23:00.000+03:00

.
.
when i was a wee firefly
in the days of formative flaps
i found a box of crayons
and started drawing maps
.
my art teacher adored me
so did mom, though she did scold me
she said: “use paper, not the walls
and map away, if atlas calls”
.
i was a whippersnapper - not to blame
when batty uncle explained my name
mom said the nurse cried : “he’ll go far!”
so, i imagined myself a star
.
when the other kids were out setting traps
i was preoccupied with my maps
i’d draw the whole wide world on a napkin
with minute details acquired from flappin’
.
around the world each and every day
lone treadmill, quotidian sway,
always dawning, always maps
never filled the voids and gaps
.
i tried drawing other subjects
proclaimed myself king and artist
dad said
“boy, you’ll die broke and penniless”
i said
‘yeah, but atleast i’ll have a fortress!’
.
unstuck came the reel,
i escaped my destined wheel,
but, lo and behold - as part of the exchange
they threw in an achilles’ heel
.
the wiseman said :
“repeat after me and
it’ll be them sorry maps no more”
i echoed
‘do re mi fa sol la si do’
he laughed :
“there you go!
now you have …
a shadow!”
.
i never got it or made much sense,
grounded-lazy-gray’s followed me ever since-
i spent years trying to escape her,
which brings us up to date on this here caper
.
.
the boy racer talks to his shadow:
.
‘darling, put on a pretty dress
and do your hair, it’s such a mess,
i’m kinda expecting company
there’s something in it for you –
if y’knowwhatimean…’
.
.
i don’t really know what’s goin’ on
once again i’m dreaming of maps,
but i finally befriended my shadow
so, they’ll be different this time,
perhaps.
.
.

GODSPEED

2005-06-15T16:13:00.000+03:00

.
.
a solitary slow-mo sec,
time-bide at pit stop
before my engine’s roar
i draw one line from core

to speed them lonely laps
long after the race is casht
in a land where no man maps
pencil and paper may stand a chance

i bump the corners off the page
turn an edge into a centre
where i draw a rose with utmost care
how divine it glows,
so rare

wish me!
wish me!
godspeed!

God speed
some grace to me

for these thorns,
this stem,
this wondrous gem,
becomes the best of me.
.

HUMMER

2005-05-31T11:49:00.000+03:00

.
used to be a hummer
he'd hum there all day long
whilst riding on an edge
his hum became a song
.
when he was a bummer
people'd gasp at his silly width
he never really parked
belonged-
or even fit!
.
as hummer disguised as zinger
he was on all accounts a winner,
folks made their way
in expectance of
dead-ringer!
.
little did they know
about the secret deal
why somewhere in his song
hummer'd lost a wheel
.
or how he still felt it...
.
recalling road rage violence,
hallucinating junk yards
and conveyor-belt car-washes;
.
he topped up his tank,
his engine purred,
he looked at his sad gash,
alone...
.
up and out on the open road
hummer rocked and rolled,
drove like he had a boy's soul
so, he didn't feel that old
.
he mapped out all his routes
revisited side streets
t'was high time t'find tyre
the keeper of his beats
.
with every single toll paid,
hummer sought his spinner
there where they'd been way-laid
at grid's end,
on his edge
.
.

tonight romanticize the automobile

2005-05-31T11:46:00.000+03:00

.
and
we kiss alone in a parked car,
at least i think so,
there's a flashlight waving out somewhere
you can see it down the road
and the saddest part
is that we mean so well
don't want to hurt nothing
don't want to hurt
this fragile love we know
because there's nothing left to hold
and we prayed that night
and you said to me
"don't you worry baby
the worst has come and the worst will go
and there's nothing we don't know"
i'll believe you then
but you know me and i
i always think the worst
so be satisfied
and it's hard but i'll try

to not romanticize the automobile

so come with me then
by the lakeside
smell the death there
where a plane did fall
and a boat sunk too
you'll be terrified to know
that i fantasize
about a way to die
nothing glorified
someone falls asleep
on a late night road
like a mercy for us both
i'll believe you then
but you know me and i
i always think the worst
and it's hard but i'll try

to not romanticize the automobile
.
.
by hawksley workman
.

IN MOTION

2005-05-31T11:44:00.000+03:00

.
fugue
.
you see them vanish in their speeding cars,
the many people hastening through the world,
and wonder what they would have done before
this time of time speed distance, random streams
of molecules hastened by what rising heat?
was there never a world where people just sat still?
.
yet they might be all of them contemplatives
of a timeless now, drivers and passengers
in the moving cars all facing to the front
which is the future, which is destiny,
which is desire and desire's end -
what are they doing but just sitting still?
.
and still at speed they fly away, as still
as the road paid out beneath them as it flows
moment by moment into the mirrored past;
they spread in their wake the parading fields of food,
the windowless works where who is making what,
the grey towns where the wishes and the fears are done.
(by howard nemerov)
.
.
like trains of cars on tracks of plush
.
like trains of cars on tracks of plush
i hear the level bee --
a jar across the flowers goes
their velvet masonry --
.
withstands until the sweet assault
their chivalry consumes --
while he, victorious tilts away
to vanquish other blooms.
(by emily dickinson)
.
.
jump cabling
.
when our cars touched
when you lifted the hood of mine
to see the intimate workings underneath,
when we were bound together
by a pulse of pure energy,
when my car like the princess
in the tale woke with a start,
i thought why not ride the rest of the way together.
(by linda pastan)
.
.
sonnet IV
.
up at his attic sill the south wind came
and days of sun and storm but never peace.
along the town's tumultuous arteries
he heard the heart-throbs of a sentient frame:
each night the whistles in the bay, the same
whirl of incessant wheels and clanging cars:
for smoke that half obscured, the circling stars
burnt like his youth with but a sickly flame.
up to his attic came the city cries --
the throes with which her iron sinews heave --
and yet forever behind prison doors
welled in his heart and trembled in his eyes
the light that hangs on desert hills at eve
and tints the sea on solitary shores. . .
(by alan seeger)
.
.

THE WHEEL

2005-05-31T11:35:00.000+03:00

.
a mother awoke her son and said, go down and hurt your father.
can't i do it tomorrow? i was just having a dream in which i was revenging myself against you, he said.
you can dream tomorrow, the mother said.
so the son went down and tied a wagon wheel to his father's neck.
i am not a vehicle, get this dirty thing off me, said the father, for as you see i am writing a history of your mother.
the son yawned and went upstairs again.
he heard his father below: get this wheel away from me quickly, as his father crawled with the wheel dragging from his neck. he heard his father scream: i do not want to write the history of the wheel...get this wheel away from me or i shall not be responsible for its safety.
help help help, i cannot get away from a wheel. a wheel drives me crazy. a wheel has spokes which ray out of the hub to the rim.
help, i am beginning to fall in love with a wheel- i court a wheel because a wheel is to be courted- i marry a wheel- we live happily ever after.
help help, i cannot get away from a wheel.
the son heard his father sighing: i am set out with a wheel. i go down the road with a wheel. i do not ride a wheel, i drag it because it will not stand up, as it is enraptured with me as my wife is not; that it clings to my neck as i crawl through the dust of the road.
.
russell edson in 'the very thing that happens'
.
.

coupe coup

2005-05-31T11:24:00.000+03:00

.
(four tyres and a spare)
.
FREE TO GO
.
catching butterflies, line drives, watching tv
i had seven good years till i noticed they were looking at me
i didn’t like what they’d see
.
trapped in the back seat, stay on your side
my hand out the window feeling the wind rush by, while my parents fight
.
where did you go? did i make you leave?
another thing i didn’t know, nobody ever believes,
they just leave, they just leave
and they see you in their own sweet time
they just leave
.
i didn’t leave my room till i learned how to drive
i was sweet seventeen, fighting in the back of my mind
till the wheel was all mine
.
free to go, but still too young to leave
old enough to think i know
that nobody ever believes, they just leave, they just leave
.
my plane landed, i’m alive
i’m not fighting with the things
i never thought i’d do to survive
i finally arrived
.
now i know, more than i’ve ever believed
you could never let me know
you were just as young as me
you had to leave, you had to leave
you were just as young as me
you had to leave, you had to leave
you were just as young as me
.
by the folk implosion
.
.
.
FAST CAR
.
you got a fast car
i want a ticket to anywhere
maybe we make a deal
maybe together we can get somewhere
.
anyplace is better
starting from zero got nothing to lose
maybe we'll make something
me myself i got nothing to prove
.
you got a fast car
i got a plan to get us out of here
i been working at the convenience store
managed to save just a little bit of money
we won't have to drive too far
just 'cross the border and into the city
you and i can both get jobs
and finally see what it means to be living
.
you see my old man's got a problem
he live with the bottle that's the way it is
he says his body's too old for working
i say his body's too young to look like his
my mama went off and left him
she wanted more from life than he could give
i said somebody's got to take care of him
so i quit school and that's what i did
.
you got a fast car
but is it fast enough so we can fly away
we gotta make a decision
we leave tonight or live and die this way
.
i remember we were driving driving in your car
the speed so fast i felt like i was drunk
city lights lay out before us
and your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
and i had a feeling that i belonged
and i had a feeling i could be someone, be someone, be someone
.
you got a fast car
and we go cruising to entertain ourselves
you still ain't got a job
and i work in a market as a checkout girl
i know things will get better
you'll find work and i'll get promoted
we'll move out of the shelter
buy a big house and live in the suburbs
you got a fast car
and i got a job that pays all our bills
you stay out drinking late at the bar
see more of your friends than you do of your kids
i'd always hoped for better
thought maybe together you and me would find it
i got no plans i ain't going nowhere
so take your fast car and keep on driving
.
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
.
by tracy chapman
.
.
ONE HEADLIGHT
.
so long ago, i don't remember when
that's when they say i lost my only friend
well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
as i listened through the cemetery trees
i seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn
the long broken arm of human law
now it always seemed such a waste
she always had a pretty face
i wonder why she hung around this place
.
hey, come on try a little
nothing is forever
there's got to be something better than
in the middle
me & cinderella
we put it all together
we can drive it home
with one headlight
.
she said "it's cold - it feels like independence day
and i can't break away from this parade
but there's got to be an opening
somewhere here in front of me
through this maze of ugliness and greed"
i seen the sign up ahead at the county line bridge
sayin' all is good and nothingness is dead
we'll run until she's out of breath
she ran until there's nothin' left
she hit the end, it's just her window ledge
.
hey, come on try a little
nothing is forever
there's got to be something better than
in the middle
but me & cinderella
we put it all together
we can drive it home
with one headlight
.
well this place is old
it feels just like a beat up truck
i turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn
well it smells of cheap wine and cigarettes
this place is always such a mess
sometimes i think i'd like to watch it burn
i'm so alone, and i feel just like somebody else
man, i ain't changed, but i know i ain't the same
but somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams
i think her death it must be killin' me
.
hey, come on try a little
nothing is forever
there's got to be something better than
in the middle
but me & cinderella
we put it all together
we can drive it home
with one headlight
.
by the wallflowers
.
.
LITTLE RED CORVETTE
.
i guess i shoulda known
by the way u parked your car sideways
that it wouldn’t last
see, you’re the kinda person
that believes in makin’ out once
love ’em and leave ’em fast
i guess i must be dumb
’cuz u had a pocket full of horses
trojan and some of them used
but it was saturday night
i guess that makes it all right
and u say what have i got 2 lose?
and honey I say
little red corvette
baby you’re much 2 fast
little red corvette
u need a love that’s gonna last
i guess i shoulda closed my eyes
when u drove me 2 the place
where your horses run free

’cuz i felt a little ill
when i saw all the pictures
of the jockeys that were there before me
believe it or not
i started to worry
i wondered if i had enough class
but it was saturday night
i guess that makes it all right
and u say, baby, have u got enough gas? (oh yeah)
little red corvette
baby you’re much 2 fast, yes u r
little red corvette
u need 2 find a love that’s gonna last
a body like yours (a body like yours)
oughta be in jail (oughta be in jail)
’cuz it’s on the verge of bein’ obscene
move over baby (move over baby)
gimme the keys (gimme the keys)
i’m gonna try 2 tame your little red love machine
little red corvette
baby you’re much 2 fast
little red corvette
u need 2 find a love that’s gonna last
little red corvette
honey u got 2 slow down (got 2 slow down)
little red corvette
’cuz if u don’t u gonna run your
little red corvette right in the ground
right down 2 the ground (honey u got 2 slow down)
u, u, u got 2 slow down (little red corvette)
you’re movin’ much 2 fast (2 fast)
u need 2 find a love that’s gonna last
u got an ass like i never seen
and the ride...
i say the ride is so smooth
u must be a limousine
.
by prince
.
.
ΚΟΚΚΙΝΟ
.
χωρίς φωτιά δεν ζει κανείς
μη με ρωτάς μην απορείς
η φύση μου το άλλοθί μου
είναι ανήσυχη η ψυχή μου
για να σε βλέπω καθαρά
.
έχω σκορπίσει τόσες φορές
μα έχω ακόμα εφτά ζωές
από αγάπες που φύγαν μακριά
γεννιέμαι ξανά και ξανά
.
τώρα πια βλέπω καθαρά
φτάνει η ζωή αληθινά
.
κόκκινο αμάξι σφαίρα
ένα κορίτσι στον αέρα θηλυκό
κατακτάει τον ουρανό
πως να κρατήσεις έτσι απλά
ένα κορίτσι που κρύβει
μια γυναίκα στην καρδιά
κόκκινο
.
στίχοι: θεοδοσιά τσάτσου
.

ποστ-ιτς στο παρμπριζ

2005-05-31T11:11:00.000+03:00

.
the longest journey begins with a single step, not with a turn of the ignition key. (edward abbey)
.
a city that outdistances man's walking powers is a trap for man
(arnold toynbee)
.
you can't see anything from a car; you've got to get out of the goddamn contraption and walk, better yet crawl, on hands and knees, over the sandstone and through the thornbrush and cactus. when traces of blood begin to mark your trail, you'll see something, maybe.
(edward abbey)
.
any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves.
(albert einstein)
.
never drive faster than your guardian angel can fly.
(author unknown)
.
the car has become the carapace, the protective and aggressive shell, of urban and suburban man.
(marshall mcluhan)
.
the automobile has not merely taken over the street, it has dissolved the living tissue of the city. its appetite for space is absolutely insatiable; moving and parked, it devours urban land, leaving the buildings as mere islands of habitable space in a sea of dangerous and ugly traffic.
(james marston fitch)
.
everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.
(e b white)
.
modern technology owes ecology an apology
(alan m. eddison)

on the dunes (kamakiriad)

2005-05-31T11:10:00.000+03:00

.
on the dunes
.
drive along the sea
far from the city's twitch and smoke
to a misty beach
that's where my life became a joke
.
on the dunes
on the dunes
where rents are high
and seabirds cry
on the dunes
.
as you spoke you must have known
it was a kind of homicide
i stood and watched my happiness
drift outwards with the tide
.
on the dunes
on the dunes
.
it wasn't fair
it's brutal there
on the dunes
.
pretty boats
sweeping along the shore
in the faltering light
pretty women
with their lovers by their side
it's like an awful dream
i have most every night
.
in the summer all the swells
join in the search for sun and sand
for me it's just a joyless place
where this loneliness began
.
on the dunes
on the dunes
.
i'm pretty tough
but the wind is rough
on the dunes
.
by donald fagen
.
'on the dunes' is from fagen's 'kamakiriad' album.
'kamakiriad is an album of eight related songs. the literal action takes place a few years in the future (...) in the first song, "trans-island skyway," the narrator tells us he is about to embark on a journey in his new dream-car, a custom-tooled kamakiri. it's built for the new century: steam-driven, with a self-contained vegetable garden and a radio link with the tripstar routing satellite. the next six songs describe his adventures along the way. in the last song, ‘teahouse on the tracks’, the narrator lands in dismal flytown where he must decide whether to bail out or rally and continue moving into the unknown...
(from the liner notes of donald fagen’s ‘kamakiriad’)
.

(cars and girls)

2005-05-31T11:07:00.000+03:00

.
brucie dreams: life’s a highway
too many roads bypass my way, or they never begin.
innocence coming to grief
at the hands of life - stinkin’ car thief, that’s my concept of sin
does heaven wait all heavenly over the next horizon ?
.
but look at us now, quit driving, some things hurt more much more than cars and girls.
just look at us now, start counting, what adds up the way it did when we were young ?
just look at us now, quit driving, some things hurt much more than cars and girls.
.
life’s a drive through a dust bowl, what’s it do, do to a young soul
we are deeply concerned,
someone stops for directions, something responds deep in our engines,
we have all been burned
will heaven wait all heavenly over the next horizon ?
.
but look at us now, quit driving, some things hurt more much more than cars and girls.
just look at us now, start counting, what adds up the way it did when we were young ?
look at us now, quit driving, some things hurt much more than cars and girls.
.
little boy got a hot rod, thinks it makes him some kind of new god
well this is one race he won’t win,
’cos life’s no cruise with a cool chick
too many folks feelin’ car sick, but it never pulls in.
brucie’s thoughts - pretty streamers
guess this world needs it’s dreamers
may they never wake up…
.
by prefab sprout
.

GRAND THEFT AUTO

2005-05-31T11:01:00.000+03:00

.
.
objects in the rear view mirror
may appear closer than they are
.
even if they look bashed
and a near wreck,
its just your luck-
you found a tow truck!
.
accidentally...
.
wrap your arms around my engine
we'll ride into the sun
and rock the dashboard confessionals,
wave down to our wrecking yards
.
let this be my present to you:
a winged tow truck for you to tuck
.
and never again worry
'bout crash and harm
for ever armed with this,
your hot-rod charm
.

vroooooom!

2005-05-31T10:59:00.000+03:00

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