lørdag 30. april 2011
Movement
"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music" F.N
lørdag 16. april 2011
torsdag 7. april 2011
A.A. Milne
"It's snowing still,' said Eeyore gloomily.
So it is"
And freezing"
Is it?"
Yes," said Eeyore. "However," he said, brightening up a little, "we haven't had an earthquake lately."
fredag 11. mars 2011
When I have fears that I may cease to be
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-pilèd books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripened grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starred face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-pilèd books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripened grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starred face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
That I shall never look upon thee more,A
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love! — then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love! — then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
Black Widow
I am your black widow
I lay all my eggs in your eye
I'd kill all my darlings for you my love
If only you would stay one more night
I do not know why you love me so
I'm floating through your veins
I sway you in a silken shroud
In the end I'm going to swallow your heart
Susanne Sundfør
onsdag 9. mars 2011
Perfect Sense
Perfect Sense, Part I
The monkey sat on a pile of stones And he stared at the broken bone in his hand The strains of a Viennese quartet Rang out across the land And the monkey looked up at the stars And he thought to himself Memory is a stranger History is for fools And he cleaned his hands In a pool of holy writing Turned his back on the garden And set out for the nearest town Hold on, hold on soldier When you add it all up The tears and the marrowbone There's an ounce of gold And an ounce of pride in each ledger And the Germans killed the Jews And the Jews killed the Arabs And the Arabs killed the hostages And that is the news And is it any wonder That the monkey's confused He said Mama Mama The President's a fool Why do I have to keep reading These technical manuals And the joint chiefs of staff And the brokers on Wall Street said Don't make us laugh You're a smart kid Time is linear Memory is a stranger History is for fools Man is a tool in the hands Of the great God Almighty And they gave him command Of a nuclear submarine Sent him back in search of The Garden of Eden
Perfect Sense, Part II
Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Expressed in dollars and cents Pounds shillings and pence Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Little black soul departs in perfect focus Prime time fodder for the News at Nine Darling is the child warm in the bed tonight Hi everybody I'm Marv Albert And welcome to our telecast Coming to you live from Memorial Stadium It's a beautiful day And today we expect a sensational matchup But first our global anthem Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Expressed in dollars and cents Pounds shillings and pence Can't you see It all makes perfect sense And here come the players As I speak to you now the captain Has his cross hairs zeroed in on the oil rig It looks to me like he's going to attack By the way did you know that a submarine Captain earns 200,000 dollars a year Oh that's less tax Marv yeah less tax Uh thank you Emery you're welcome Now back to the game he fires one yes There goes two both fish are running The rig is going into a prevent defense Will they make it I don't think so Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Expressed in dollars and cents Pounds shillings and pence Can't you see It all makes perfect sense
Roger Waters
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