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
*
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Thursday, April 25, 2013
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.)
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Saturday, April 20, 2013
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...)
- 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...)
Friday, April 12, 2013
...
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*
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Tuesday, April 09, 2013
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*
Sunday, April 07, 2013
Saturday, April 06, 2013
Friday, April 05, 2013
- is it morning yet?
- no, we have a couple hours left. God knows what'll happen then.
Keaton Henson*
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
unless...
You will find me waiting through spring and summer
You will find me waiting waiting for the fall
You will find me waiting for the apples to ripen
You will find me waiting for them to fall
You will find me by the banks of all four rivers
You will find me at the spring of conciousness
You will find me if you want me in the garden
unless it's pouring down with rain
Blixa Bargeld*
Monday, March 25, 2013
Sunday, March 24, 2013
| from the past |
When you can't find your heart but your body keeps moving
When you can't tell your life apart from your dreams
Follow the lights into the valley
Gently respond to the pull of a string
Jason Webley
[www.youtube.com/watch?v=zD95A2Foda0]
Note to self
Hoje responsabilizei-nos. A ti por não me teres cuidado como se cuida de quem se ama. A mim por me ter resignado a viver na invisibilidade.
Não me senti culpada.
(pela primeira vez em muito tempo)
It could mean anything
| 25/04/2012 |
April
How could I not have seen
April
You coming
April
How could I have worn
Inappropriate clothing
April
All that careful stepping
Rounding of my soul
And now your rain
April
I feel you leaving
I don't know what silence means
It could mean anything
April
Won't you answer me
These days just seem to crush me
Hatching, collapsing, tumbling down
April
What if I drown
I drown
April
I see you leaving
I don't know what silence means
It could mean anything
Won't you answer me
I dreamed
I dreamed
April, April
That I'm walking
That I'm watching
April
Your rain
It overcomes me
Polly Jean Harvey*
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
How can it be as quiet as this, this close to the edge?
| F. by S. |
Feels like an ending
She's winding her way towards a conclusion
That never comes
Caroline feels uncomfortably numb
She's in deep
Surrendering to the promise of sleep
Almost done
Caroline plays an audience of one
And it isn't polite
She won't even try
A problem to no one
A problem to none
How can it be as quiet as this
This close to the edge?
Caroline says she's nobody's friend
| F. by S. |
How can you breathe
Embarrassed to be this far left of alone?
Caroline knows there's nobody home
It's ending
Winding its way towards a conclusion
Nearly done
Caroline knows there's nothing to come
When in doubt
She wanted to get it all down in writing
Didn't count
Better if someone else works it out
The files are deleted
No resisting at all
Already defeated
David Sylvian*
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Thursday, March 14, 2013
| home for a lonely heart |
Who measured the distance from the planets
Right down to your big blue spinning world
And heartbeats and tears and nervous laughter
Spilling down all over you, girl
Nick Cave*
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
The cat doesn't care, she's taking bets
Since we came to be here
the pills will not work anymore
Don't try cracking the turnstyle
or beating down the door.
Plastic rooms with false light
won't save us from the drums.
Horses beat the rhythm.
Carla Bozulich*
Sinto que algo me abandona, uma velha pele, um sonho do passado…
Como dizer esta tristeza?
Florestas sem música?
Adolfo Luxúria Canibal*
Monday, March 11, 2013
there won’t be a star left untouched
Just let me sit alone in this chair, my own make believe little throne
Ah Honey and collect the thoughts that’ll help me to stand
Josh T. Pearson*
Then your old friend silence will creep back into this pettiest of all places
He’ll ask you again, “Which is better or for worse, living with me or living with all my ghosts?”
Josh T. Pearson*
Thursday, March 07, 2013
With intensity, the drop evaporates by law
In conclusion, leaving is easy
When you've got some place you need to be
I'm giving up this gig for another season
(...)
What if I had stood there at the end
And said again and again and again and again and again
An answer to every question
Riding for the feeling
Would that have been a suitable goodbye?
Bill Callahan*
Note to self
When will you ever learn
That what happens there beyond the glass
Is simply none of your concern?
God has given you but one heart
You are not a home for the hearts of your brothers
And God does not care for your benevolence
Anymore than he cares for the lack of it in others
Nor does he care for you to sit
At windows in judgement of the world He created
While sorrows pile up around you
Ugly, useless and over-inflated
Nick Cave*
Wednesday, March 06, 2013
Tuesday, March 05, 2013
Why so green and lonely?
Broken branches trip me as I speak
Just cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there
Just cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there
There's always a siren singing you to shipwreck
(...)
We are accidents waiting
Waiting to happen
Thom Yorke*
Sunday, March 03, 2013
Lá estava o meu morto - e eu invisível no meio da multidão, com saudades daquele para quem já não faço sentido de forma nenhuma.
Friday, March 01, 2013
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Stacking up hope
| S.'s 50' appointment |
And I don't feel well
Oh, couldn't you tell,
From the way I touch my face?
(...)
And I ain't no Hercules
I ain't no Hercules
Keaton Henson*
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Hit-and-run
O mínimo que podias ter feito era ter enfrentado os destroços da tua escolha, sabendo que isso poderia ter salvo uma vida... com a devida assistência não teríamos amputado a confiança no sonho.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Pré-requisito
- traz a sua declaração de intenções preenchida? ah, ainda não pensou nisso?... pois, compreendo... desculpe, vamos ter que ficar por aqui. Sabe... eu já não consigo confiar. Não, uma carta de recomendação não me chega.
Monday, February 25, 2013
As cores saturadas da ilha; aquela rua a norte da península; dezenas de recantos, os intermináveis parques, a loja italiana onde bebíamos café, o gato numa janela em Kreuzberg... de forma intermitente estas imagens assombram os meus dias, e eu não sei o que fazer com elas.
*
*
Sunday, February 24, 2013
teachings to keep
"if we could ever remove humiliation out of our psique then we can continue to learn things (...) I said if anyone has got a problem with it, that is your problem."
Eddie Izzard
Eddie Izzard
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
"Can you feel my heartbeat?"*
Who cares, who cares what the future brings?
Black road long and I drove and drove
I came upon a crossroad
The night was hot and black
(...)
Oh let the damn day break
The rainy days always make me sad
Nick Cave*
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Monday, February 18, 2013
Will you? Will I?
I dreamed that we buried something down in the dirt
outback of where we lived
something that was a secret
and now it only comes back when I sleep and dream, dream
will you wake up before you hit the ground?
Hugo Race
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Zu spät
No teu currículo há (mais) um ano de fuga e de culpa auto-inflingida. No meu figura um ano da mais pura desilusão. É demasiado tarde para o abraço que redime.
(para ti foi assim)
(para ti foi assim)
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Friday, February 15, 2013
All my life I failed to see
One good thing standing in front of me
(...)
Help me, help me, help me, baby, reach down and collect me
Nick Cave*
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Sunday, February 10, 2013
No more*
Mantive sempre os indisponíveis por perto. Amei-os. Justifiquei-lhes tudo, até o egoísmo extremo e a pobre comunicação. Não arrombei a entrada, esperei, pacientemente, incompreensivelmente. Recolhi as migalhas. E paguei caro a entrega - a heart filled with music is not enough.
And no more do I sing of things better left untold*
And no more do I sing of things better left untold*
Saturday, February 09, 2013
Friday, February 08, 2013
Jesus makes the flowers grow all around the scene of her collision
There's some cat on the saxophone
Laying down a litany of excuses
(...)
She lives in some forgotten song
And moves like she is zombie-strong
Breathes steady as the pendulum keeps swinging
Nick Cave*
Tuesday, February 05, 2013
In der Enklave meines Herzens
in der Enklave meines Herzens
in der ich mich verlier
(...)
Zwei grosse schwarze Raben
fressen die Pflaumen aus dem Baum
Ob die andre Stadt mich lieb hat ...?
(...)
Komm mich mal besuchen
ich hab’ unendlich Zeit
und der Blick der ist vom Feinsten
über Wolken und die Stadt
Blixa Bargeld
[live oder nicht]
(in the enclave of my heart
where I lose myself
(...)
Two large black ravens
devouring the plums in the tree
I wonder if the other city cares for me...
(...)
Come and pay me a visit
I have unlimited time
and the view is most lovely
over the clouds and the town)
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