B.

I've been walking forty miles of bad road
If the bible is right, the world will explode
I'm trying to get as far away from myself as I can.
Things are too hot to touch
The human mind can only stand so much
You can't win with a losin' hand.
Feel like fallin' in love with the first woman I meet
Puttin' her in a wheel barrow, wheelin' her down the street.
People are crazy, times are strange
I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range
I used to care, but things have changed.

Bob Dylan*

[Precious] Memories

I don't even think that memories are real. Memories are a constant narration to yourself. It's a constant thing that makes us what we are but they are... they quite certainly never happened the way that they are memoed... in our memories.

Blixa Bargeld
*

X & Y

There was a girl, call her animal X 
(...) 
she meets a boy, animal Y 
(...)
And she put her hand on his heart,
Right there on his heart, just for the joy of it
But his heart was lying down on the road
(...)
He was a head with no heart
(...)
She was a head with no heart


Nick Cave*

(conheço pessoas com algoritmos no lugar do coração.)

A lâmina não degolou o monstro, o corte superficial vai mantê-lo apenas afastado. Talvez se entretenha a pensar numa nova camuflagem para usar nas emboscadas.

manchmal...

Sehnsucht ist die einzige energie

Blixa Bargeld
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nahQhQ4Gy6k]

Question(s) to self

- What is left of the ideas and things you were trying to do?
- Look at every scar that I have... I am the result of all the things you have been doing (...) so the silence is sexy is not the opposite of the unbelievable noise - is the result of all the stuff that we were doing.

Blixa Bargeld*
(as a result...)

Such a shame, shame, shame
Shame, shame, shame
Shame is the shadow of love


Polly Jean Harvey*

...

There's a house on my block
that's abandoned and cold
Folks moved out of it a
long time ago
and they took all their things
and they never came back
Looks like it's haunted
with the windows all cracked 
and everyone calls it
the house, the house where
nobody lives.

Once it held laughter
Once it held dreams
Did they throw it away
Did they know what it means
Did someone's heart break
or did someone do somebody wrong?

Well the paint was all cracked
It was peeled off of the wood
Papers were stacked on the porch
where I stood
and the weeds had grown up
just as high as the door
There were birds in the chimney
and an old chest of drawers
Looks like no one will ever
come back to the
House where nobody lives

Once it held laughter
Once it held dreams
Did they throw it away
Did they know what it means
Did someone's heart break
or did someone do somebody wrong?
So if you find someone
someone to have, someone to hold
Don't trade it for silver
Don't trade it for gold
I have all of life's treasures
and they are fine and they are good
They remind me that houses
Are just made of wood
What makes a house grand
Ain't the roof or the doors
If there's love in a house
It's a palace for sure
Without love
It ain't nothin but a house
A house where nobody lives
Without love it ain't nothin
But a house, A house where
Nobody lives.

Tom Waits
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rYpeZH9fNvc

Thinking of C.

Well, you build it up, you wreck it down
you burn your mansion to the ground
When there's nothing left to keep you here, when
you're falling behind in this
big blue world

Oh you got to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
You got to hold on

Tom Waits*

Tenho um oceano que rebenta em ondas violentas contra a superfície interna da pele.
Não há ciência capaz de explicar como o tecido resiste ainda.

Oh Nelson...

Oh my Nelson, I love you and I will love you 'till the end
But Nelson, we differ by what we call a friend

Rikarda Parasol*

"there is absence, there is lack"*

"- inquietante...

y triste.

- é assim a ausência..."

Bonnie 'Prince' Billy*

Note to self

S.

- is it morning yet?
- no, we have a couple hours left. God knows what'll happen then.

Keaton Henson*