WORDS
AFFAIR
Afraid to tell the truth
From the bottom of his heart
Frozen in time
All mouths are closed
Irresponsible? Who knows?
Recognize your own mistakes
BROKEN
Back away from the
Ruin of my soul
Opening your
Kindness to the
Emptiness of my heart
Never again to go away.
HELL
Heaven is my destination
Emptiness is my stay
Leaving won't happen soon
Life is a never-ending lesson.
STOP
Speak
Talk
Open
Penetrate
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Kenneth Anger
, " his films are mainly short, inscrutable and Freudian". Halliwell's Filmgoer's Companion
Kenneth Anger
Jumping wizardry
the magician is brewing his stew
One pill makes you larger
white rabbit jumping towards the moon,
the world
which was being destroyed.
Random thoughts, prose
dirty pictures, girl/boy.
What's the frequency Kenneth,
Kenneth Anger.
Magic, films, evil
thoughts
are not real.
We live a reality which we create
Drugs, enhance, distort, destroy.
Visions of what we can not see
We can no longer hide.
The horrible visions, symbols
of power, of strength
that destroy our earth as
we destroy ourselves.
Laughter, lightness
reaching for the stars, for the moon
deception
lies.
A car, a babe,
I can't tell the difference
I caress your carcass
your shell,
I never really get inside
Disturbing, funny, not always my cup of tea. Like Alice who went underground to find a rabbit but had some tea and met some wild creatures.
Sensual, colourful, visionary, new,
yet old.
Kenneth Anger
Jumping wizardry
the magician is brewing his stew
One pill makes you larger
white rabbit jumping towards the moon,
the world
which was being destroyed.
Random thoughts, prose
dirty pictures, girl/boy.
What's the frequency Kenneth,
Kenneth Anger.
Magic, films, evil
thoughts
are not real.
We live a reality which we create
Drugs, enhance, distort, destroy.
Visions of what we can not see
We can no longer hide.
The horrible visions, symbols
of power, of strength
that destroy our earth as
we destroy ourselves.
Laughter, lightness
reaching for the stars, for the moon
deception
lies.
A car, a babe,
I can't tell the difference
I caress your carcass
your shell,
I never really get inside
Disturbing, funny, not always my cup of tea. Like Alice who went underground to find a rabbit but had some tea and met some wild creatures.
Sensual, colourful, visionary, new,
yet old.
FAST FASTIDIOUS FATALISM
FAST FASTIDIOUS FATALISM
I was fast to let you go
Since I knew you
Could not fasten.
In my momentary fasti (notes)
You were always fastidious, meticulous,
How you arranged your change by size.
I felt I could not please you
And I felt fat.
The relationship was fatal
In spite of my bright fatalism.
It was not our fate
To stay together.
You would never be
The father.
In my dreams,
All of this I could not fathom.
I was fast to let you go
Since I knew you
Could not fasten.
In my momentary fasti (notes)
You were always fastidious, meticulous,
How you arranged your change by size.
I felt I could not please you
And I felt fat.
The relationship was fatal
In spite of my bright fatalism.
It was not our fate
To stay together.
You would never be
The father.
In my dreams,
All of this I could not fathom.
Brown
BROWN
My mother used to make us broth
when we were sick.
She grew up in a brothel
and saw her brother die.
They had formed a brotherhood
with her brother in law
who was very brotherly and
was driven in a brougham.
He always brought lots of friends,
without lots of brouhaha.
My mother would furrow her brow
when I chased her around with
a brow antler.
My father would browbeat me
and fill my brown hair with blood.
I dreamed of brown Betties, brown bread,
they called me brown-eyed Susan.
My mother used to make us broth
when we were sick.
She grew up in a brothel
and saw her brother die.
They had formed a brotherhood
with her brother in law
who was very brotherly and
was driven in a brougham.
He always brought lots of friends,
without lots of brouhaha.
My mother would furrow her brow
when I chased her around with
a brow antler.
My father would browbeat me
and fill my brown hair with blood.
I dreamed of brown Betties, brown bread,
they called me brown-eyed Susan.
Circle With a Hole in the Middle
Circle with hole in middle
Beat, street
fuzz, buzz
fast, track
going on and on.
Too much muddle in this song
Feeling strong,
cigarettes, smoke, drink,
low on ice.
I need more
Slowing down,
fearing I will drown.
Too much drug, I really need a hug.
Trying to explain
All the rhythms in my brain
Round in circles is the sound
Clarinet
messing up my head
need a drum, got to run
Up down, down up
pup, pup, yup, yup
What does it all mean?
Conscious dream.
All in my head. it's time for bed
Beat, street
It's not for me
But I hang on and try to make sense of this song.
Beat, street
fuzz, buzz
fast, track
going on and on.
Too much muddle in this song
Feeling strong,
cigarettes, smoke, drink,
low on ice.
I need more
Slowing down,
fearing I will drown.
Too much drug, I really need a hug.
Trying to explain
All the rhythms in my brain
Round in circles is the sound
Clarinet
messing up my head
need a drum, got to run
Up down, down up
pup, pup, yup, yup
What does it all mean?
Conscious dream.
All in my head. it's time for bed
Beat, street
It's not for me
But I hang on and try to make sense of this song.
Manhattan
Manhattan
Lower Manhattan
People searching
Trying to belong
to each other
every time they hear this song.
Swaying to the rhythm
moving their bodies
trying to hold their own.
Floating in the storm trying to be heard.
Clouding my mind
I want to clear the mists, the vapor.
Feeling stuck, got to move
Out.
Trying to see through the people
Haze floating in my head
Please let's go to bed.
Fly away, get away
Laughter - It's over
Go to sleep
Not one more peep
No more
Enough Said
Lower Manhattan
People searching
Trying to belong
to each other
every time they hear this song.
Swaying to the rhythm
moving their bodies
trying to hold their own.
Floating in the storm trying to be heard.
Clouding my mind
I want to clear the mists, the vapor.
Feeling stuck, got to move
Out.
Trying to see through the people
Haze floating in my head
Please let's go to bed.
Fly away, get away
Laughter - It's over
Go to sleep
Not one more peep
No more
Enough Said
Thank you Mr. Gates
Thank you Mr. Gates
I am drowsy and half awake to the world
I slip softly into the air
Like a flock of birds of a school of minnows.
As a child you were perpetually curious
Form the moment of birth we feel rhythm and sense melody,
What a piece of work is man.
The extras on Wall Street were all dressed in dark clothes, the umbrellas all black.
See the lives there
I look for love,
But there was never an answer.
To everything there is a season
See the mountains kiss high in Heaven
Be noble for you are made of stars
All days are nights till I see thee.
I am drowsy and half awake to the world
I slip softly into the air
Like a flock of birds of a school of minnows.
As a child you were perpetually curious
Form the moment of birth we feel rhythm and sense melody,
What a piece of work is man.
The extras on Wall Street were all dressed in dark clothes, the umbrellas all black.
See the lives there
I look for love,
But there was never an answer.
To everything there is a season
See the mountains kiss high in Heaven
Be noble for you are made of stars
All days are nights till I see thee.
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