Sunday, January 31, 2010


I've been contemplating suicide,
But it really doesn't suit my style,
So i think i'll just act bored instead
Who can take the blood i would've shed?

She makes me feel so ill at ease)
My heart is really on it's knees
But i keep a poker face so well
That even mother couldn't tell

But my baby's so vain
She is almost a mirror
And the sound of her name
Sends a permanent shiver down my
Spine

I keep her photograph against my heart
For in my life she plays a starring part
All alcohol and cigarettes
There is no room for cheap regrets

But my baby's so vain
She is almost a mirror
And the sound of her name
Sends a permanent shiver down my
Spine

She makes me feel so ugly
My heart is really on it's knees
But i keep a poker face so well
That even mother couldn't tell

But my baby's so vain
She is almost a mirror
And the sound of her name
Sends a perennial shiver down my
Spiii-yi-yiiii-yi-yiiii-yi-yiyiyi-ine

Shivers, Boys Next Door
RIP Rowland S. Howard, teenage angst anthemist & emaciated rockgod

Thursday, January 28, 2010


"We're freaks, that's all. Those two bastards got us nice and early and made us into freaks with freakish standards, that's all. We're the tattooed lady, and we're never going to have a minute's peace, the rest of our lives, until everybody else is tattooed, too."
J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey
he was 91
art ray caesar

Wednesday, January 27, 2010


Cuando crezca seré
un prodigioso carpintero
Un hombre poderoso de mirada serena
con cuerpo de niña curiosa y atenta

Colmaré mi antojo y construiré
para mi mismo mis propias muñecas
Solo con mis dedos lijaré su piel
para que guardemos la resina fresca

Me enamoraré de una buena costurera
una mujer diestra , una buena mujer
con cuerpo de niño y manos bien dispuestas
Yo la amaré y la protegeré
de todo el terror de la naturaleza
Ella me amará y coserá para mi
los mejores vestidos para mis muñecas

Ella será sabia y sabrá sonreir
cuando le griten niño costurera
Dirá que nada importa si estamos enteros
Niño costurera y niña carpintero.

Gabo Ferro, Costurera y carpintero
art katy towell

Tuesday, January 26, 2010


I'm gonna steal a silver stallion
With not a mark upon his silky hide
And teach him he can trust me like a sister
One day we'll saddle up and ride

And we're gonna ride, we're gonna ride
Ride like the one-eyed Jack of Diamonds
With the Devil close behind
We're gonna ride, we're gonna ride

I'm gonna find me a reckless man
Razor blades and ice in his eyes
Just a touch of sadness in his fingers
Thunder and lightning in his thighs

And we're gonna ride, we're gonna ride
Ride like the one-eyed Jack of Diamonds
With the Devil close behind
We're gonna ride, we're gonna ride

I'm gonna chase the sky forever
With the man, the stallion and the wind
The sun is gonna burn into a cinder
Before we ever pass this way again

And we're gonna ride, we're gonna ride
Ride like the one-eyed Jack of Diamonds
With the Devil close behind
We're gonna ride, we're gonna ride

Silver Stallion Cat Power version, also Highwaymen.
I'm Back.