Friday, December 25, 2009

it's ecstacy when you lay down next to me.

"I don't want to be in the radio. I don't want to be on MTV" -Frusciante.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Dhani.

Looks like George.
Sounds like George.
He truly IS a Harrison.



No matter how much I've repeat the song in my head, i simply can't tolerate how soothing this is.
Nice to know he's not just another talentless prick :D

FORMER LOVER.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

what once was.


Face looks all puzzled

You glance at me for answers

The way you are to me

Darling, I’m like you

At first, I couldn’t see you

I never want to.


I knew what I want,

Or so I thought.


Why did it stop?

You don’t know what it feels like

Thinking about nothing

Thinking about everything

I supposed that’s how it runs


Wrinkled forehead when you smile

Squinted eyes when you are angry

I find it charming when you constantly bite your knees


I didn’t know we are playing tricks on each other

Thinking about nothing

Thinking about everything

And that is that,

Pretty much.

Leashed.

The present is yet unbared
I may be laid upon your hands
But dear, o dear
To be here is so unclear

My oh my nothing is yet feels like this
The bruises are still visible
Then why oh why
The length of time that I undergo
Gives the impression,
that I've been anesthetized

Can you see?
Do you see?
Ceaselessly I am ill-equipped
Vision a leash,
Oh how I fancy that.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Butterflies, zebras, moonbeams and fairytales.



"with a thousand smiles,
she gives to me free"

*it's scary how this song can be so haunting.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Hopper, Fonda and Nicholson.



..a man who went looking for America and couldn't find anywhere.

Beatnik.



My old man was a bread stasher all his life
He never got fat
He wound up with a used car, a 17inch screen and arthritis
Tomorrow is a drag,man
Tomorrow is a king sized bust.

They cry put down pot
Don't think a lot. For what?
Time. How much and what to do with it.
Sleep, man, and you might wake up digging the whole human race
Giving itself 3 days to get out
Tomorrow is a drag, pops.
The future is a flake.

I had a canary who couldn't sing
I had a cat that let me share my pad with her
I bought a dog that killed the cat
That ate the canary
What is truth?

I had an uncle with an ivy league heart
He had life with a belt in the back
With A button down brain
Wind up a belt in the mouth
And a button down lip

We cough blood on this earth
Now there's a race for space
We can cough blood on the moon, soon.
Tomorrow is dragsville, cats
Tomorrow is king-sized drag.

Tool a fast short
Swing with a gassy chick
Turn on to a 1000 joys
Smile on what happened, or check whats gonna happen
You'll miss whats happening
Turn your eyes inside and DIG the vacuum
Tomorrow Draaaaaaaag *snap*

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

a gathering of the tribe.

"If you're going to San Francisco,
be sure to wear some flowers in your hair..
If you're going to San Francisco,
you're gonna meet some gentle people there"

you tell me, Marvin.

Father, father, everybody thinks we're wrong.
Oh but who are they to judge us..
Simply because our hair is long.

Hands down, Marvin Gaye was a visionary who expressed the tenor of his time.