Du, Du Liegst Mir Im Herzen
Du, du liegst mir im Herzen,
Du, du, Liegst mir in Sinn.
Du, du, machst mir viel Schmertzen,
Weisst nicht wie gut ich dir bin.
Ja, ja, ja, ja,
weisst nicht wie gut ich dir bin.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Leonard Cohen - Chelsea Hotel #2 Lyrics
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
you were talking so brave and so sweet,
xxxxxx xx xxxx xx xx xxxxxx xxx
while the limousines wait in the street.
Those were the reasons and that was New York,
we were running for the money and the flesh.
And that was called love for the workers in song
probably still is for those of them left.
Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,
you just turned your back on the crowd,
you got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you
and all of that jiving around.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music."
And then you got away, didn't you babe...
I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best,
I can't keep track of each fallen robin.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
that's all, I don't even think of you that often.
you were talking so brave and so sweet,
xxxxxx xx xxxx xx xx xxxxxx xxx
while the limousines wait in the street.
Those were the reasons and that was New York,
we were running for the money and the flesh.
And that was called love for the workers in song
probably still is for those of them left.
Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,
you just turned your back on the crowd,
you got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you
and all of that jiving around.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music."
And then you got away, didn't you babe...
I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best,
I can't keep track of each fallen robin.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
that's all, I don't even think of you that often.
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Saturday, August 20, 2005
more star art
http://www.bnr-art.com/oleg/sparkling_star.htm
http://www.washingtonprintmakers.com/artists/matthews/star_bucket_320.jpg
http://www.newyorkartists.net/Hunter/Star.jpg
http://www.washingtonprintmakers.com/artists/matthews/star_bucket_320.jpg
http://www.newyorkartists.net/Hunter/Star.jpg
sort of a cool image
It looks mandala-ish.
how to make it a link I do not know.
http://www.washingtonprintmakers.com/artists/osher/star_crossed_320.jpg
how to make it a link I do not know.
http://www.washingtonprintmakers.com/artists/osher/star_crossed_320.jpg
I'm reprinting the star poem
STARS
While we
Know they are
Enormous suns,
Gold lashing
Fire-oceans,
Seas of heavy
Silver flame,
They look as
Though they could
Be swept
Down, and heaped,
Cold crystal
Sparks, in one
Cupped palm.
Valerie Worth
While we
Know they are
Enormous suns,
Gold lashing
Fire-oceans,
Seas of heavy
Silver flame,
They look as
Though they could
Be swept
Down, and heaped,
Cold crystal
Sparks, in one
Cupped palm.
Valerie Worth
oh financial woes...
student loans, car bills, and now the IRS! whyyyyyy....
do you know they charge interest on money that they actually gave you???
that doesn't seem fair...
I feel tired...I'm thinking of a pixies song....I think it goes...
One two three
She's a real left winger 'cause she been down south
And held peasants in her arms
She said "I could tell you a story that could make you cry"
"What about you?"
I said "Me too"
"I could tell you a story that will make you cry"
And she sighed "Aaahh"
I said "I wanna be a singer like Lou Reed"
"I like Lou Reed" she said sticking her tongue in my ear
"Let's go, let's sit, let's talk"
"Politics go so good with beer"
"And while we're at it baby, why don't you tell me one of your biggest fears?"
I said "Loosing my penis to a whore with disease"
"Just kidding" I said "Loosing my life to a whore with disease"
I said "Please... I'm a humble guy with a healthy desire"
"Don't give me no shit because..."
I'VE BEEN TIRED.
do you know they charge interest on money that they actually gave you???
that doesn't seem fair...
I feel tired...I'm thinking of a pixies song....I think it goes...
One two three
She's a real left winger 'cause she been down south
And held peasants in her arms
She said "I could tell you a story that could make you cry"
"What about you?"
I said "Me too"
"I could tell you a story that will make you cry"
And she sighed "Aaahh"
I said "I wanna be a singer like Lou Reed"
"I like Lou Reed" she said sticking her tongue in my ear
"Let's go, let's sit, let's talk"
"Politics go so good with beer"
"And while we're at it baby, why don't you tell me one of your biggest fears?"
I said "Loosing my penis to a whore with disease"
"Just kidding" I said "Loosing my life to a whore with disease"
I said "Please... I'm a humble guy with a healthy desire"
"Don't give me no shit because..."
I'VE BEEN TIRED.
Friday, August 19, 2005
sometimes I like country music
like in the car, driving up to lackawanna state park in pennsylvania.
this tim mcgraw song...
I went sky diving
I went Rocky Mountain climbing
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named fumanchu
and I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter
and I gave forgiveness I’d been denying
and he said someday I hope you get the chance
to live like you were dying.
this tim mcgraw song...
I went sky diving
I went Rocky Mountain climbing
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named fumanchu
and I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter
and I gave forgiveness I’d been denying
and he said someday I hope you get the chance
to live like you were dying.
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
I like reading other peoples' blogs...
when the other people talk about the kind of house they grew up in or where they went on vacations to every summer or things like that (especially if they are a WRITER because then they will often include funny quirky offbeat or lightly traumatic but interesting things). every family must have a culture.
I've been traveling around to various states and I've just about run out of steam or money. Actually, not steam, but yes, money. So. I have to figure out where to move and I have to bring my cat with me. (My current apartment does not allow pets.) I'm really vascillating between staying here or moving. I really keep changing my mind about it about 1,000 times a day. Or at least ten, which is still a lot. I suppose I should feel lucky I have so many choices but I feel kind of panicked...and without any permanent place or home...but...perhaps this will change...I hope so...
quote
"change is good
especially when it stays
in your pocket"
--trader joe's shopping bag
how interesting this quote is, I thought to myself this morning. how interesting. because suddenly I realize the limitations of the financial resource of my checking account, having mostly travelled and not worked this summer (not for pay anyway--I worked while visiting by helping out family, and occasionally helping one of my friends clean plaster casts from the Metropolitan Museum of Art)
especially when it stays
in your pocket"
--trader joe's shopping bag
how interesting this quote is, I thought to myself this morning. how interesting. because suddenly I realize the limitations of the financial resource of my checking account, having mostly travelled and not worked this summer (not for pay anyway--I worked while visiting by helping out family, and occasionally helping one of my friends clean plaster casts from the Metropolitan Museum of Art)
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