tiistai 4. marraskuuta 2014
Down to the Desert
I got my heels and you´ve got your car
Let´s get out, I say; let´s get far
The sky is blue and my teeth are strong
Let´s get down to the desert rock
Let´s get down to the desert,
let´s be wrong
You stomped some roses to get some thorns
You asked me to blow and the hurt was gone
The valley´s wide and the sea is far
Let´s burn some sand and let´s find love
Let´s get down to the desert,
let´s get dumb
We have our rockets and some gasoline
You´ve waited so long to get free
The ditches burn and the road is long
Let´s get down to the desert ball
Let´s get down to the desert,
let´s get it all
They have their guns, drugs and taunts
They´ve waited us to get out for so long
The sky is red as my lips and your teeth
Let´s go and burn some rubber and heels
Let´s get down to the desert,
let´s get down to the desert
please
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Whatever; I'm too clever 'n crazy to disappear. :p Once you've broken a single promise, why not break a thousand?
VastaaPoista--So quiet in here of late. Am I your sole source of inspiration, babe? Not to worry; here she cometh:
"Song to End All Songs / Gamblers, All / O.K. America / Foreign Tongues"
call me Joan['Gehenna'] since iMan's gone
i lost my watch on no man's lawn
it's kill o'clock in Murder Town;
my baby shot me up 'n down
the river gold run down your neck
the river's marking every deck
with you the whimper 'comes a bang
since you're-a-here, let's see that thang
i'll let you feel my wealth and taste
i won't let my love go to waste
now i'm blind i fin'lly see;
i cast my vice far into thee
a heart of gold will drag you down
the choice is yours to burn or drown
now listen good 'n love me well;
let's detour on our trip to Hell
*
my mama said she's not to blame
for giving me no final name
although i'm old to burn and rave
i'm fond of rising from my grave
this hall of mirrors is my mind
if you ain't lost, you may not find
what's buried 'neath the shining rocks;
it's not about what's in that box
if you ain't sharp, they'll cut you down;
you must go now to your how-town
there is a drop on every bud;
you better hope this thing's a dud
the broken arrow's flying straight
see Saturn V at Heaven's gate
or see Death Valley 'fore the flood;
this stuff is curling up my blood
there's cryptic clues on every inch
salt of the Earth, you're just the pinch
i live in dreams, i'm something else
some people buy whatever sells [/die in open cells .. can't decide :p]
there's treasure 'round each fallen branch
let's formulate this on my ranch
thru radiance of a thousand suns
i see the ghost of He-Who-Runs
i shot the sheriff with his gun
i could not hear just what i'd done
'til down that wire flew a light [+video of James Dean's car crash, as imagined... Oh boy, I'd love to make a vid for this song!]
with greater speed than Dine-a-Mite
a thousand miles is just a step
no spider comes without a web
dearly beloved, we're alive;
the road is wide, but dare you drive?
*
i'm busy dyin' by the road
this land is different from the old
but i will love it anyway;
what's gone too fast will always stay
*
(spoken, like a black man:) fuck it!
VastaaPoistalet's be the lords of our greed;
let's feast upon each other's need
let's go where grass is dollar-green
and snow is like cocaine
let's eat of hunger, drink of thrist
let's see who dares to dodge the first
i'll be the apple of your pie
for 40 pills and 40 lies
i would not cut you any slack
i'd like it roasted on your rack
i'd climb the sea to Babylon
to cross the mount of red Sharon
o pardon me for making scenes;
i only aim to grace the screens
this role was made for you and me;
come yesterday we'll let it be
the r 'n r's the a 'n o
i'll never let you let me go
it's back and forth until it's time
to turn the whole thing on a dime
so let's get blue on pink champagne
shrink(/blow) our heads(/minds) 'n go insane
we'll dance barefoot a-top this world
and wear our tears like royal pearls
oh i don't want to ever cry
even as you watch me die
you are the Summer of my mind;
you make me yearn for ties that bind
*
love may be best, but lust's alright
if we can't kiss, then can we fight?
this may be wrong, but i don't mind;
you're the best bitch that i could find
'there's no such thing as love in vain'
said lenny c., drunk on the rain
'all love is either right or wrong;
there is no weak love nor too strong'
i know you're just a fairy-tale
but my last iron's glowing pale
there's no sense left in anything;
with you at least i can still sing
i'm seein' double with your smile;
whenever's now, it's been a while
you fucked me up and put me down;
i'll see your smile and raise a frown
*
the company is dyin' down
just like a king without a crown
you're the best nightmare that i've seen;
i'll have you where the blood runs green
i guess it's time we said our thanks
for our Lord who's filled these banks
i'll kiss you when the levee breaks;
you were the queen of my mistakes
*
peek-a-boo 'n trick or treat
with you it's both each time we meet
how do you like your lemon drop?
it's alright, sir, with cherry pop
tho i'm alone, i'm no cowboy
this world to you is just a toy
when all our dreams have gone to bed
my heart is deep into the red
i've got the love forever blues
i think i'd fit in any shoes
but i don't care to walk the line
'cause in the end what's yours is mine
yet nothing comes to those who wait
if you're the hook then i'm the bait
so let's keep beating on this thing
until there's nothing left to sing
it's time to end this song of mine
i'm running out of things that rhyme
but i will speak in foreign tongues
until my cloudy trophy's hung
-------
Phew! I've a hoarse throat from singing (droning?) through the whole thing. :D It's three times too long and two times too heavy, and yet the detonator is set exactly right. They're not exactly words of quiet resignation... More like Oppenheimer-verse. Who's singing, to whom, and in which universe? You decide (whether that's a plural or a single 'you', among other things). I just wanted to get it out there -- wherever 'there' is. Nothing is as certain as uncertainty.
As we await our certain destruction, I'd like a minor diversion with you: let us write a song together. No strings attached, natch. I want to see where we could take it... Or where it could lead us. >;) Let your talent mate with mine, to the beat of the world around us. Give me the first verse and I'll give you the second, and so on. You can choose the rhythm &c in your verses; my verses tend to be more like poetry in that they're very rigid, more witty than melodic. I don't hear music in my head, so it's hard to alter the set pattern.
VastaaPoista... Sort of a theme in my life, that constant head-banging to the same idiotic tune, heh.
Merry Christmas-waiting-time-thingy. I understand if you're busy.
That's the thing with us vampires. We can wait whole eternities.
BLAH! ^^
-v.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i5ijF7wZ5pI
(Lana Del Rey + Marilyn Manson -- Sweet Dreams / Dark Paradise)
(Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise. And as I open them, so it remains, amen.
It doesn't make it easy to forget things, the way my mind works. Everything in the past is the same, uniform blur
whether it was 3 days or 5 years ago; with such a mind I've no choice but to be a delusional romantic, really.
... I'm not sure if I should be sorry, but if I should, then I guess I am.)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wirrsgsfNqQ
(Marianne Faithfull - Late Victorian Holocaust)
(There are no words for it... The only thing I miss in this might be a few snippets of Cave's deliciously evil voice (he wrote it), but anyway it's fine. Horrifically fine. Tread softly on my dreams, my dear(s). I have galaxies to spare, but still. You can never have too many dreams, nor can they ever be too big. ... Should your dreams destroy you, they will have served their purpose. Amen.)
... And this song, too, the song I meant to give you last time, E.:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bIZDvnJOf8s
(Leonard Cohen - Born In Chains)
(Sensual Elusion indeed, heh. There must be some queer parallel universe through which every moment in every person's life is somehow connected to some Leonard Cohen song. Those are wide parameters, and his songs have wide spaces in them, but still, you have to wonder. As it should be, hm.)
... Speaking of spaces, this commenty-space-thingy is *way* too narrow for someone with my... Expressive proclivities. That email, dear? For the song collaboration? I understand; I'm a crazy stalker, etc. But aren't there enough mitigating circumstances, such as the song I just wrote, which is fairly awesome (if I do say so myself)? No prob if not, I guess. :l
... Merry Christmas, too, if we won't speak again before it. I might put something together after all, but not until quite some time into January. As a spoiler I might say it's gonna be something delicious. ;)