No affection were the words that stuck on my mind
When she walked out on me for the very last time
Oh mamma sweet mamma can you tell me what to say
I don't know what I've done to be treated this way
In a cold dirty room that's where I found myself
With a bottle of wine and some pills off the shelf
Oh mamma sweet mamma can you tell me what to say
I don't know what I've done and I'm feeling so ashamed
Then an angel appeared she was just 17
In a dirty old town with a conscious so clean
Oh mamma sweet mamma can you tell me what to say
She's brought back the life that I once threw away

The Flying Burrito Brothers, Juanita
she's michelle rodriguez

In polaroids you were dressed in women's clothes
Were you made ashamed, why'd you lock them in a drawer?
I don't think that I ever loved you more

Then when you turned away
When you slammed the door
When you stole the car
And drove towards Mexico
And you wrote bad checks
Just to fill your arm
I was young enough, I still believed in war

Well, let the poets cry themselves to sleep
And all their tearful words will turn back into steam

Bright Eyes, Poison Oak
pic by David Wojnarowickz

You say my time here has been some sort of joke
That I've been messing around
Some sort of incubating period
For when I really come around
I'm cracking up
And you have no idea

No idea how it feels to be on your own
In your own home
with the fucking phone
And the mother of gloom
In your bedroom
Standing over your head
With her hand in your head
With her hand in your head

I will not pretend
I will not put on a smile
I will not say I'm all right for you
When all I wanted was to be good
To do everything in truth
To do everything in truth

Oh I wish I wish I wish I was born a man
So I could learn how to stand up for myself
Like those guys with guitars
I've been watching in bars
Who've been stamping their feet to a different beat
To a different beat
To a different beat

Martha Wainwright, Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole
asia in the pic

La imagen que más temía era aquella en la que estaba de vuelta en casa, en la que Sarah y yo vivíamos juntas, en la que ella me hacía los encargos y me masajeaba los pies, apoyados suplicantes sobre un diván de piel. Me traería tazones de caldo a la cama y me podría una toquilla sobre los hombros, me limpiaría los restos de comida de las comisuras de los labios con un trapo húmedo. Y yo comenzaría a olvidarme de ella, a gritarle, a hacerle comentarios crueles acerca de su cuerpo, de su vida amorosa, de su inteligencia.

Alice Sebold, Casi la luna

My kitten walks on velvet feet
And makes no sound at all;
And in the doorway nightly sits
To watch the darkness fall.

I think he loves the lady, Night,
And feels akin to her
Whose footsteps are as still as his,
Whose touch as soft as fur.

Night, Lois Weakley McKay

Image Edward Gorey & his cats

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

Tombstone Blues, Bob Dylan

I've come 500 miles just to see your halo
Come from St. Petersburg, Scarlett and me
When I open my eyes, I was blind as can be
And to give a man luck, he must fall in the sea
And she wants you to steal and get caught
For she loves you for all that you are not
When you're falling down, falling down
When you're falling down, falling down, falling down

Falling Down, Tom Waits

You know who I am,
you've stared at the sun,
well I am the one who loves
changing from nothing to one.

Sometimes I need you naked,
sometimes I need you wild,
I need you to carry my children in
and I need you to kill a child.

Leonard Cohen, You Know Who I Am
pic by Nan Goldin

Well, I kept thinking about what the weatherman said
And if the voices of the living can be heard by the dead
Well, the day is gonna come when we find out
And in some kinda way I take a little comfort from that (now and then)
Cause people often talk about being scared of change
But for me I'm more afraid of things staying the same
Cause the game is never won by standing in any one place for too long

Nick Cave, Jesus of the Moon
pic Cris Jordan

"Entonces, con un anhelo que no había experimentado hasta esa noche, hasta esa brava y tierna noche en nuestra sala, en ese pueblito escondido, deseé conocer algún día el amor de una persona sin importar cuán amarga pudiera ser su pérdida".

William Goyen, Precious Door

Can you feel the spirit?

If I Can Shoot Rabbits, Then I Could Shoot Fascists

pascua
foto hiroshi watanabe

Ser bello es ser un poco distinto de todos los que nos rodean. Y no tiene significado alguno... Es imposible dudar que el amor a la belleza es, con frecuencia, el amor concreto a cosas raras y sin sentido... La belleza, dice Stendhal, no es más que una promesa de felicidad. Puede. Pero es, del mismo modo, el recuerdo del dolor.

Armand Marie Leroi, Mutantes
art by Jan Saudek

Build yourself a castle
Keep your family safe from harm
Get into classical music
Raise rabbits on a farm

Log on in the night time
Drink a half-bottle of wine
Buy a couple of records
Look at naked girls from time to time

And people tell me
what a real nice guy you are
So come on, serenade me
on your acoustic guitar

And don't believe me
if I claim to be your friend
'cos given half the chance
I know that I will kill again
I will kill again

And wouldn't it be nice
for all the world to live in peace?
And no-one gets ill or ever dies
or dies of boredom at the very least

And people tell me
what a real nice guy you are
So come on, serenade me
on your acoustic guitar

And don't believe me
if I claim to be your friend
'cos given half the chance
I know that I will kill again
I will kill again


Jarvis Cocker, I Will Kill Again
art by Mïa Mäkila